#cool wet lens

[milkbeam]

[st4rfckerz]

Film Me | Sam Monroe x Reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, choking, slapping, oral (both receiving), fingering, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking, multiple orgasms, very slight dumbification, dacryphilia, praise and degradation, pet names, Sam���s a bully

summary: Sam wants everything documented.

The black, cool sheets against your skin and the softness of Sam's pillow lays under your head. You feel vulnerable, exposed wearing nothing but one of Sam's big band t-shirts and a pair of dark blue cotton panties. But there's also a sense of power. You're the one he's focusing on, the one he's capturing on film. You're the center of his attention, and that's a heady feeling.

Sam moves around you, the camcorder in his hand. He zooms in on your face, your body. He captures every curve, every line. He wants to remember this moment, this encounter. He wants to be able to replay it over and over again.

"There she is," Sam whispers, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Wave to the camera pretty girl." He nods towards the camcorder. Reluctantly, you lift your hand and give a shy wave to the lens. It feels weird, almost intimate, waving hello to an intrusive machine. Yet, there's a strange excitement coursing through you too.

Sam's fingers dance over the camera settings, adjusting the focus and lighting with practiced ease. His gaze flickers between you and the screen, a predatory glint in his eyes. His grin widens as he begins to set up the camera, checking and rechecking the angles, ensuring that every move, every touch, every sound you make will be captured perfectly.

Sam saunters over to you on the bed, his eyes locked onto yours. There's a hunger in his gaze, a desire that's almost palpable. He grabs your jaw, his fingers digging into your skin and leans in, his lips brushing against yours. It's a soft, teasing kiss at first but then he deepens it, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You can taste the weed in his breath, the slight hint of alcohol. It's intoxicating, and you find yourself leaning into him, wanting more. Sam's hand slid down your body as you continued to kiss, his fingers slowly making their way under you panties. Your skin was warm and smooth, the feeling sending a new wave of pleasure through him. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing as he explored your wet cunt.

"Wet already baby?" he coos in your ear. You arched your back slightly, a soft moan escaping your lips as he slowly grazed his finger along your slit. Sam pulled back slightly, his eyes glued to the little screen on his camera as he removed your panties and discarded them to the side. He admired your body, taking in the sight of your bare cunt before him. He swiftly pushed his boxers and jeans down while undoing his studded belt, his heart pounding in his chest.

Without missing a beat, he positions himself above you, aligning his hips with yours. He continues to record the entire process, making sure to capture every detail. Slowly, he slides into you, filling you up completely.

“Shit,” Sam breathes out. The camera shakes slightly with each movement, adding a raw and intimate element to the footage. “Grippin’ me so good Angel.” With a growl, Sam increases the intensity of his thrusts, driving deeper into you with each movement. Your moans reverberate through the room, adding another layer of intensity to the scene. He points the camera down to show how your cunt greedily swallows his cock, ensuring the viewer can see every nuance of your reactions. You arch your back, meeting his every thrust, your moans growing louder and more desperate.

“Don’t stop Sam, please.” you whine, your face increasingly gets more flushed as the heat in the room rises.

“Needy.” he teases. His thrusts continue, each one harder and faster than before. You writhe beneath him, your nails digging into his broad shoulders as he pushes you closer to the edge. Your breath hitches as Sam suddenly brings his hand up to your throat, his grip firm but not painful. He squeezes gently, giving you a sense of dominance. Then, with a sharp crack, he slaps you across the face, the sound echoing in the room. Surprised yet turned on, you moan loudly, your body buckling under his expert touch.

“You like that huh?” Another slap. “You like getting slapped around like a whore?” Sam tightens his hold on your throat once more, causing you to gasp for air. As you struggle to breathe, you clench around him, signaling your approaching orgasm. His thrusts become more erratic, reflecting his own impending release. The camera shakes uncontrollably in his hand now, the view jittery and off-balance. Sam's eyes spark with triumph, knowing he's about to send you over the edge.

“Cum on my cock baby, I feel you,” He releases your throat to grab your hip for stability, freeing your airway just in time for your orgasm, just the first of the evening, to wash over you. The camera records your face contorting in pleasure, the muscles in your neck straining as you scream out his name.

Sam follows suit shortly after, his release pulsating within you. As you catch your breath, Sam leans down to kiss you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity he displayed moments ago. His hands roam over your body, cupping your tits and kneading them roughly. You moan into the kiss, your body still tingling from the intense experience. The camera captures your lips locked together, the sound of your heavy breathing filling the silence. Sam breaks the kiss, trailing kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. His hands slide down your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. As he reaches your waist, he pauses, looking up at you with desire in his eyes. You nod, encouraging him to continue, and he smiles before moving lower, his lips brushing against your skin as he explores further.

Sam reaches your swollen, leaking cunt, his eyes widen in appreciation. "Oh, she’s pretty." he murmurs, his fingers parting your lips gently. He leans in and blows cool air onto the sensitive flesh.The cold air contrasts with the warmth from earlier, heightening your sensitivity. He lingers there, teasing you with the chill before placing a soft kiss on your core. The camera captures the tender gesture, a soft whine escapes your lips and your body jerks in response. He dips his head, licking a path along your folds, savoring the taste of yours and his fluids intertwined with each other.

“S-sam ‘m still sensitive.” you cry out while still threading your fingers in his dark hair.

“You’ll be fine,” Sam states firmly. "Hold the camera, baby." he instructs, his voice low and seductive. You reach for the camera, your hands shaking slightly. As you take hold of it, the viewpoint shifts, now capturing Sam from your perspective.

Sam settles between your legs, positioning himself comfortably. His hands rest on your thighs, his thumbs tracing gentle patterns. You watch from the camera, your heart pounding in anticipation. His tongue flickers out, teasing your most sensitive spot. His face is close enough to the lens that you can see the concentration in his features, the eagerness in his eyes. The camera shakes slightly as you try to keep it steady, but the image remains clear. Sam's tongue darts in and out, mimicking his earlier thrusts. His nose grazes your skin, sending shivers down your spine. The camera captures everything - the angle of his head, the movements of his tongue, the way your body responds to his touches.

Your moan fills the room when Sam wraps his lips around your clit and sucks at it harshly, making you squeal. It felt like it was too much to handle, especially when he starts thrusting his fingers inside you unexpectedly.

“You taste so good angel.” His hot breath fans over your skin. He spits onto your warm, wet skin harshly before diving his tongue back into your drooling hole.You whimper and your hips buck involuntarily, causing him to slap your pussy, the sound reverberating through the room.

“Stop fucking moving.” Sam growls. Anticipation builds, your breaths coming in short bursts. You mumble a whiny ‘sorry’ before Sam resumes his attention, his tongue darting in and out, his lips pulling you into his mouth. His fingers increase their pace, your moans growing louder and more desperate. Sam gazes up at you, his face flushed with exertion and desire. You meet his gaze, your eyes filled with gratitude and need.

“Sam, I’m gonna…I’m- ,” You warn him with a whiny voice. Your thighs clamp tightly around his head, keeping him locked in your hold.

“Do it then, cum now.”

When your orgasm hits, it's sudden and powerful, tears pricking your eyes. Your back arches and your fingers mercilessly tug at Sam’s locks. Your moans fill the room, loud and unrestrained. Sam continues his assault to help you ride out your orgasm. The little camera hardly keeps up, but manages to capture the essence of your climax. You cry out his name, your face twisted with pleasure and relief. Sam’s tongue never leaves you, milking every drop of satisfaction from you. When you finally fall limp, panting heavily, he releases you, his own arousal evident. The camera focuses on your spent body, the evidence of his masterful skills.

Sam slithers up your body and instantly locks his messy lips to yours. “You wanna show the camera how pretty you are with my cock in your mouth?” he asks with a sly smirk. A blush creeps up your face and you let out a shy giggle. “That’s my girl.” Sam mumbles as he gently flips you both over. You move down his body and see his erection standing proud once again. You reach his prodding hip bones and give them both a sweet kiss before reaching his hardened cock.

With one hand gently holding the back of your head, and the other around the base of his cock, Sam slaps it against your cheek, eager by your pathetic attempts to get him to insert his cock into your mouth instead. He eventually moves his tip past your lips and you begin to hollow your cheeks and suck on it slowly. Sam looks at you lovingly as you suck on his cock, tears running down your cheeks from the lack of oxygen in your body and the physical strain. “Fuck you’re so good.” He tilts his head back and lets the sweet noises tumble from his swollen lips. “Look at the camera, let me see those eyes.”

You remove your mouth from Sam’s cock and wrap your fingers around its base before sliding it up and down and twisting at the head. You gaze up at the small, silver machine through hooded eyes and flick your thumb across the slit at the top while tonguing the underside of the head.

“Do I look good Sam?” you ask with blown irises and a dopey smile. A low chuckle rumbles from Sam’s chest.

“You always do baby, fuck- always pretty f’me,” He responds. Sam's breath quickens and his hips jerk slightly, telltale signs that he was getting close - and fast. He gingerly removes you off his pulsing cock suddenly. “I don’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

“On your stomach angel, ass up.” he demands as he peppers your face with small kisses.

“But I wanted you to-” you complain, your voice was quiet and worn from your last two orgasms and from having Sam’s thick cock down your throat. Sam quickly grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks together, interrupting you in the process.

“What did I say?” Sam grits through his teeth. He leans in for a rough kiss, his tongue sliding against your own. “I’m not gonna ask again.” Sam places the camera on the nightstand next to you both and adjusts the angle, ensuring the new perspective captures both of your faces, as well as your bodies. The camera shakes with the intensity of the moment, but remains focused on the two of you. He pulls away, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Still panting slightly, you roll onto your stomach obediently, your ass sticking up invitingly. With a flick of his wrist, he slaps your ass, the sound startling in the post-coital quiet. It takes a moment for your mind to register the sensation, then a blush creeps up your neck. “You look so pretty like this Angel.” He slaps again, gently at first, then harder.

You whine softly, needing more from him despite your exhausted state. Sam chuckles and cocks his head to the side teasingly. "What do you want, baby?" he asks. You push your hips back towards him, wanting his touch again. "More?" He asks, his tone filled with promise. You nod, too embarrassed to form words. Sam slaps your ass again.

“I need words sweetheart.” Sam's fingers trace lazy circles on the red handprints on your ass. He leans forward and presses a few wet kisses to your spine. You swallow hard, nerves jangling.

“Need your cock, please Sam.” you whisper back.

“There it is, good job baby.” He positions himself at your entrance, his hands gripping your hips firmly. The camera captures the scene from behind, showing the anticipation etched on your face. Sam slides his member through your folds and coats himself with your wetness, his mouth slightly agape as he does so. Without warning, Sam thrusts into you aggressively. You yelp, your body adjusting to his sudden invasion. His movements are feral, his thrusts hard and deep.

You grip the sheets tightly, your nails digging into the fabric. Your eyes are closed, your breaths coming in short gasps. "Sam s-slow down," you whisper, desperation coloring your voice.

"Nope. ‘M giving you what you need." he prompts, his voice a low rumble. You begin drooling onto the sheet beneath you, your body losing control and your brain turning into a puddle of mush. Sam's thrusts become faster, his breaths hitching. Tears stream down your face, mixing with your saliva on the sheet.

“Only I can fuck you the way you like. Isn’t that right?” Sam wraps his hand in your hair, tugging your head upwards. The camera captures the pain and pleasure intertwined in this gesture. You whimper, your eyes meeting his icy ones. "What did I say?" he commands, his voice firm. Wordless babbles spill from your lips and tears continue to well up in your eyes. His thrusts slow down for a second as he looks at you in your pathetic state.

“Aw poor baby, gone stupid because of some cock huh?” Your lip quivers, and he traces a thumb across your cheek. "It's okay," he whispers, his voice filled with reassurance. He kisses your rosy, tear stained cheek and releases his tight grip from your hair. "Cum for me sweet girl, last one, you got it.” Your body responds, your climax washing over you in waves. Just as you think you'll shatter from the intensity, Sam releases, his name leaving your lips in a hoarse shout.

Sam slowly withdraws, the camera capturing the aftermath. You lie there, panting heavily, your body flush with pleasure. He turns you over, and points the camera down at your defeated cunt just like before. "Beautiful," he says, his voice filled with admiration. He brings his fingers to your sated flesh and pushes the mix of fluids back into your hole. The sudden intrusion makes you yelp lightly.

“Sorry.” he chuckles. He plants a small kiss to your puffy clit and moves up your body to kiss you lovingly. The camera catches this tenderness, the switch from dominance to care. "There she is, look at her," Sam teases, his voice filled with warmth. “Wave bye to the camera baby.” A goofy smile spreads across your face as you wave at the camera again. With a final loving glance, he turns off the small device and sets it back on the nightstand.

"Are you ok? I didn’t go too far did I?" he asks, concern lacing his voice. He lays next to you and wraps you in his embrace. You shake your head, biting your lip to suppress your growing grin.

“I liked it.” you respond meekly. Sam’s smile widens at your words.

“Yeah? Well I’ll still be nicer next time.” His hand traces idle patterns on your back, his gaze never leaving yours. You snuggle closer to him, feeling safe and cared for in his arms.

[ripcupid]

━━━ ★ SUPERSTAR. . . !

“If u film while I suck, u could be a superstar”

Day .22

On camera - ellie x reader

Thank y’all so much for 800 followers, love y’all 🤍

“Look at the camera, baby,” Ellie purrs, holding your hips with a firm grip as she sits herself between your legs, “let me see that pretty face.” Ellie grabs your cheeks gently, tilting your head slightly towards the camera. You look up with glazed eyes to see Ellie's phone in your face, the camera lens reflecting a soft, warm glow over your body.

With a mischievous smile, she adds, "Don't go dumb on me now." You can't help but blush as her words send a rush of excitement through your veins making the ache between your legs intensify. As she releases her hold on your cheeks, Ellie's hand runs down your body making you squirm as she reaches lower and lower, pushing your legs further apart before teasingly tracing the outline of your panties.

"Look at that," she mummers as her thumb presses against the fabric causing you to gasp softly. "Already so wet for me." Your breathing quickens as she slides her hand back up your body making you arch your back in anticipation. Ellie pans the camera over your body, following the trail of her hand before she pushes your bra over your tits and exposes them to the camera.

The cool air hits your hardened nipples, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. You can't help but moan softly as her fingertips graze over your sensitive nipples. "Look at those pretty tits," she whispers huskily from behind her phone, her eyes flicking up to meet yours as she gropes them firmly. You let out a soft plea of her name, pushing closer to her hand as she continues to tease your tits.

Ellie leans her phone against the lamp on the bedside table, ensuring a perfect angle to capture everything. As the camera records, Ellie hovers over you, her hair falling out of her around her face. Her lips brush against yours as you push her hair back before pulling her down to your lips in a passionate kiss. You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her body closer to yours as your lips move in sync.

Ellie kisses down your neck, moving your head to the side to give herself better access. Her hand roams around your body as she leaves open-mouthed kisses along your neck and jaw. The anticipation builds as she kisses over your exposed tits, kissing around your nipples and teasing them with her tongue. She flicks her tongue over your nipples, eliciting a gasp from you as she licks over the sensitive peaks.

The ache between your legs intensifies, as Ellie gently sucks the bud into her mouth, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You brush your fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face, her eyes flicking up to yours. With a gentle tug of her lips on your nipple, she releases your nipple with a soft pop, leaving it wet and glistening.

"Love these tits, baby," Ellie grunts as she switches to the other, giving it the same attention. You moan in response, your body arching towards Ellie's mouth. As Ellie continues to suck on your nipple, her hands start to wander down your torso, teasingly trailing her fingertips along your skin. She moves lower, making you squirm as her kisses trail down your stomach.

You grab Ellie's phone, panning the camera down as Ellie spreads your legs and positions herself between them. The camera picks up the sounds of your soft huffs and the gentle rustling of the sheets as Ellie's lips find their way to your inner thighs. As she plants soft kisses along your inner thighs, her thumb brushes against the wet fabric of your panties, a soft whine escaping your lips.

You struggle to hold the phone steady as Ellie rubs her thumb against the wet fabric, teasing your clit with each gentle stroke. Ellie rests her head on your thigh, watching as your panties grow increasingly damp from her touch. She suddenly presses her tongue against the fabric, moaning at the taste of you as she soaks through your panties.

As Ellie pulls back her eyes focus on your cunt before flicking up to yours. "Please, take them off, El," you whimper from behind the phone. Ellie smirks mischievously, her eyes glinting with desire as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of your panties. Slowly, she starts to peel them down, your hips lifting to help her remove them. The anticipation builds as she teasingly drags the fabric lower, inch by agonizing inch, until finally, your panties slide off completely, revealing your glistening pussy.

Your legs fall open naturally making Ellie smile. "Wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks right now," she whispers, making you blush with shyness. She leans in closer, darting her tongue out to lightly trace along your folds, parting them with gentle kisses. You can't help but let out a soft moan as her tongue drags over your sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

The sensation intensifies as Ellie's lips wrap around your swollen bud, sucking and flicking it. You hold the phone tighter with one hand, reaching down with the other to tangle your fingers in Ellie's hair, urging her to continue. You grab her hair firmly, grinding your hips against her face, matching the rhythm of her tongue. Ellie moans into your cunt as you use her face and tug on her hair, her own eyes fluttering closed.

She pushes your thighs up higher, deepening her access to your dripping core. With shaky hands, you place the phone back on the nightstand, no longer able to focus on anything but Ellie and her tongue. Your head falls back against the pillow as your thighs close her head, your moans growing louder and more desperate.

"Keep going, El," you gasp, feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, "'M so close," you mumble, your words barely coherent between your high-pitched moans. Ellie pulls away, replacing her tongue with her fingers, sliding them inside you with ease. She sits up to kiss you messily, her fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. The taste of you lingers on her lips as you whimper and cling to her, your legs twitching with pleasure.

"No," you cry, "please, go faster," you beg, your voice filled with urgency. Ellie chuckles against your lips, curling her fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes you gasp and arch your back.

"Is that better?" she whispers, a grin spreading across her face. You nod eagerly, unable to form words, biting down on your lip. You hold onto her shoulder, your chest heaving with each breath as you look down at her fingers pumping inside you.

"So good," you moan, your voice barely a whisper, "So close, El." Ellie's grin widens as she presses her thumb against your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. As you feel yourself teetering on the edge, you grab onto Ellie's arm for support, your nails digging into her skin. The coil in your stomach tightens as pleasure builds, causing your hips to buck uncontrollably. Your mind goes blank as you succumb to the overwhelming sensation, coming around her fingers.

You cling to her for support, your body trembling with the intensity of your release. As you slowly come back to reality, a satisfied smile spreads across Ellie's face, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "You good?" she asks with a soft chuckle, pulling her fingers out slowly. "Yeah," You nod, still catching your breath. You hold Ellie's face in your hand, bringing her closer for another kiss.

Ellie grabs the phone from the nightstand and stops the recording, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Saving that one for later," she whispers, a playful smirk on her lips. You grin and playfully nudge her as she leans in for another kiss. "I hate you," you tease, a hint of laughter in your voice. Ellie giggles and leans back on her arms, her head tilting to the side with a knowing smirk.

"No, you don't, baby," she says softly, her voice cocky and filled with confidence. You roll your eyes and look away playfully, pretending to be annoyed. Ellie gets closer before capturing your lips in a sudden and passionate kiss.

Imma go eat cookies now xo 👋🏾

[moonstruckme]

Steve x black cat! reader pls. I feel this paring is always necessary 😌

Thanks for requesting!

Steve Harrington x black cat!reader ♡ 625 words

You glower at your boyfriend through the dark lens of your sunglasses. “Don’t come near me with that.” 

Steve smiles cajolingly, approaching with the sunscreen nonetheless. “C’mon, babe, you didn’t come out here just to sit under this umbrella all day.” 

“You know I did.” You dart your stare pointedly to where the pale rocks are growing little puddles of lake water underneath his feet. “If you come over here and drip on my book—” 

“Put the book away,” he coaxes. And he’s convincing, all shiny skin and even shinier smile and his pretty hair stuck damply to his forehead and the back of his neck. One tiny strand curls inward over the curve of his cheekbone, and you want terribly to slick it back in with the others but any affectionate gesture right now would feel too close to giving in. “Lemme put some sunscreen on you so you can come swim with the rest of us.” 

“I’m fine here.” 

“It’s really nice out there.” Steve sits down next to you like a mirror image, his hands by your feet and his feet next to your butt. “The lake’s not too cold or anything, you might like it.” 

You suck your teeth. “I’m just trying to enjoy my book, Steve.” 

He angles his head. “What, you don’t want to spend time with me?” 

You angle your head right back, deadpan. “Don’t.” 

“You know, Max really loves you,” he says, squirting a dollop of sunscreen into his hand and starting to smooth it up your calf. You wrinkle your nose at the smell. “She thinks you’re the coolest. Beats me why, but it’d probably make her week if you went out there.” You’re quiet, and he goes on, encouraged. He works the sunscreen over your knee, hands chaste and purposeful as they run the length of your thigh. “Plus, you know, you can read your book anytime, but these warm days are only gonna last so long before it’s freezing and snowy outside again.” 

“I like when it’s freezing and snowy,” you say, setting your book down on top of your bag before one of you gets sunscreen on it.

“I know, but you won’t be getting the gun show when I’m all hidden under ten layers, y’know?” 

Steve raises his eyebrows at you, and you look away from him, biting down on your smile. You feel more than see your boyfriend’s answering grin, spreading like a blight over his pretty face. He starts on your other leg. 

“And if you come hang out, I’ve got an ice cream sandwich in the cooler with your name on it.” He brushes his thumb over the side of your knee sweetly. “Been saving it for you.” 

You soften. A bit. “You could bring it to me here,” you point out. 

Steve shakes his head, frowning as if he really doesn’t know who’s making these rules and wishes he could change them for you. “Can’t, sorry. Frozen treats are only for those of us out there braving the sun.” 

You cross your arms. “You make it sound so pleasant.” 

He takes one of your arms in his hands, disentangling your defensive stance to continue slathering you in sunscreen. “It’s really not bad,” he says. “Between the ice cream and the cool water, you can pretend it’s winter if you want.” 

“Steve!” You both look out towards the lake, and Robin is waving him over. “Stop flirting with your girlfriend and come back here. We need more people to play chicken!” 

Steve gives you a pleading look. 

“I’m not getting wet,” you tell him firmly. 

He grins and takes your hand, lotion-slicked palm sliding against your own as he pulls you up. “You won’t on my team, don’t worry.”

[heauxvibez]

Make A Movie

Warning: Smut (+18)

Baby, we don't need no script (Script) for this (For this) I'ma throw a couple thousand, baby, strip (Strip) for this (For this) Let me pull my camera out and make a (Movie, yeah) Starrin' (You and me, yeah)

Roman’s grip tightened on your face, his fingers pressing firmly into your cheek as he forced your gaze into the camera’s unblinking eye. He stood tall behind you, his bare chest brushing against your bare back, while you were positioned in front of the dresser. His black, wavy locs dangled over your shoulder, the ends lightly tickling your skin, adding an unexpected layer of pleasure. The soft, coconutty scent of shea moisture clung to his hair, filling your nostrils with a familiar, comforting fragrance that you loved because you also tended to use the same hair product.

You inhaled deeply, savoring it. His face was also nestled deep in your thick, curly 4b/4c fro, smelling that familiar scent of coconut. The soft coils brushed against his cheek as he moved, trying to maneuver around your hair. But even as he shifted, his lips brushing your ear, you could feel the smile tugging at his mouth. He loved the feel of your curls—how they surrounded him, a constant reminder of one of the many reasons he fell in love with you in the first place. The texture, the beauty, the wildness of them—it was all part of you, and it drove him wild.

Normally, in moments like this, your eyes would wander to your reflection, looking for his eyes in the mirror, enjoying the way he watched you. But tonight that wasn't the case—tonight, you were staring straight into the lens of a camera he’d proudly bought over the weekend.

He had gone on and on, boasting about the crystal-clear resolution, the sharpness of the image, and the way it captured even the smallest detail. You assumed he had purchased it for family gatherings, for special occasions, to create lasting memories. But now, it was clear—the memories he wanted to create weren’t the ones shared at celebrations. No, he wanted to capture every nuance of this moment. The deep richness of your melanin skin, glowing under the soft light. The way your eyes glistened as you silently begged for more, the camera drinking in every flicker of desperation. He wanted it all—the sharp clarity of your moans, how the sound of your voice would tremble and rise, your gasps and breaths recorded in perfect unison. The sighs, the whimpers, every surrendering sound was meant to be preserved, etched into the flawless quality of this new toy he was so proud of.

Your hands pressed flat against the cool surface of the black wooden dresser, fingers splayed wide as you struggled to stay still. The hand holding your cheek worked hard to keep you focused on the camera while the other—free from its task of forcing you to submit—was busy teasing your nipple, rolling it between his fingers with a touch that made your pussy throb with a crazy ache.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Roman was a craftsman who had learned all the ways to unravel you. He was cold and calculated, you could feel it with every brush of his fingers. He had watched the way you responded—the slight arch of your back, the soft gasps that escaped your lips when he touched the right spot. He could damn near bring you to insanity, making you drip with need, but he always kept you right there, hovering on the edge of sweet release.

The way his fingers teased your bud made your breath get lost in your throat, and your body trembled from all the emotions that you felt. He grinned as he felt your reaction, knowing that with every flick and tug, your body was begging him for more.

"You love this, don’t you? Love being right here, just about to break."

And it was true. You were soaked, every nerve tingled, with the feeling of being so close yet so far from release. But you knew he loved it too. Teasing you until your body was as wet as the ocean, leaving you desperate and shaking. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure for him though. As we all know, he thrived on controlling you, on watching you fall apart piece by piece under his touch.

But he also understood your love for submitting to him. He tended to you with all his might, fulfilling your wants and needs in ways that left you feeling cherished. Physically, mentally, emotionally, even financially—he cared for you in all the ways that mattered, even though you didn’t need him to. You carried your own weight, having a successful career, independent and more than capable. But something was irresistible about knowing you didn’t have to do it all alone. Just knowing that he was there, ready to support you without question, made you want to give yourself to him completely.

It wasn’t just his actions; it was the way he did it. The way he made you feel safe and seen, while still allowing you the freedom to be strong. That kind of devotion—selfless, yet confident in his role—was a complete turn-on. Pussy completely wet without question. It made you look forward to the moment when you could submit entirely, offering him everything he could ever ask for, knowing that he would take care of you in return.

The thought of it made you sigh deeply, in the best way of course—the idea of giving him all of you, letting him guide you, because you knew in your heart that you were safe in his hands. It was what made intimate moments special. He knew how much you craved his words, how much you needed to be talked through it, pushed toward the edge while he whispered in your ear. You wanted to be teased, denied, and kept in that delicious state of frustration, only to have him edge you over and over again. And when you could hardly take it any longer, when your body was shaking, he would finish you completely, making you surrender every single piece of yourself to him.

"Tell the camera what you want," he growled dangerously, his hand tightening around your nipple, the sensation somehow simultaneously sharp and sweet. While his other hand slid from your jaw to your throat, his fingers wrapping around you with just enough pressure to make you gasp. You could barely think, let alone speak, "Tell the camera how much you love it when I tease you. When I make you beg for it."

Your body was damn near burning, crying out for release, but you knew he wouldn’t give it to you until you asked for it—until you begged. And even then, he’d make you wait, because that’s how he controlled you, how he made you submit completely. He loved to hear the desperation in your voice, to see the way your body shook, and to know that he held all the power.

“I love it,” you gasp, your voice shaky and breathless as your body quivers. “Fuck, I love when you do this to me… when you make me beg for you.” The words tumble from your lips, barely a whisper as you could hardly form the words.

“Please Roman, I need you..so fucking bad..”

His hand slid lower, fingers trailing from your neck to your other breast savoring the way your body trembled under his touch. You could feel his body heat behind you, his scent and his presence wrapping around your senses. The breaths you took felt heavy, your lips parting as your gaze remained fixed on the camera.

"Look at you," Roman murmured in your ear. His right hand now pulling behind you to travel down the curve of your spine, resting on your waist as he pulled you back against him. His grip was strong, and you were caught between the camera’s cold, silent witness and his touch. "The camera loves you. I love watching you like this."

The camera’s lens seemed to drink in every bead of sweat forming on your brow and the goosebumps on your skin as Roman’s hands explored you. His fingers traced the contours of your hips before slipping between your thighs, teasingly slow. You gasped softly, your voice trembling into the quiet of the room.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your back. "I want you to make the kind of sounds this camera will never forget." he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You could barely hold back a moan as his fingers pressed deeper, setting a pace that left you breathless. Your body responded helplessly, hips rocking back toward him, wanting more contact. The camera captured it all—your movements, the flicker of need that crossed your face, the sounds that fell from your lips. Everything. And that's exactly what he wanted.

"There you go, that's Daddy's sweet girl.."

Leaning in closer, his mouth traced the sensitive skin of your neck. His fingers quickened their rhythm, and your fingers held on tighter to the dresser if that was even a possibility.

You whimpered his name, the tension coiling tighter inside you. Roman pressed closer, his lips brushing the delicate skin just beneath your ear, as your body arched against him, his muscles melting into the grooves of your own.

"That's it, let it all out." he coaxed, "Show the camera exactly how much you want it."

Roman's fingers played you like an instrument, and with every stroke, every flick, he pulled a new sound from you. Your world blurred as his words sank in, pushing you further into bliss. The sound of your moans filled the room and your gasps were captured perfectly by the camera's mic—your whimpers echoing in the silence. Roman's fingers pressed deep into your pussy, curling and grazing every part of your pussy that made you want to crumble and curl into a ball. You cried out, your pussy contracting around his fingers soaking them into the slick juices that he typically loved coating his tongue in.

As your body trembled in the aftermath, Roman leaned closer, "Perfect," he whispered, "Exactly what I wanted."

The camera blinked its final red light, sealing this moment. It was more than just a scene—it was a movie, starring only you and him.

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Aw, this was better in my head lol

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[octoberautumnbox]

Aquamarine

Soloist Lee Chaeyeon & Male Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Categories/tags: smut, shower, glass, camera/picture, standing sex, standing doggy, creampie, fluffy (at least thats the plan)

a/n: birthday piece for the second half of IZ*ONE'S HoneyWaterz! she gets like one fic a year y'all are missing out. and as usual (lol) no proofread no beta im sorry i know its terrible

The water glistens against her skin, shining as it falls down her back. The city lights seem so far below you like you're in the clouds yourself. The smoke doesn't reach up here, nor the hustle and bustle of the metropolis below. It's only you and her.

Click, click, click. Find her through your camera's lens, taking perfect shot after perfect shot. She turns around and smiles a divine smile at you, and you suspect that she's stopped posing a long while ago; now, she's just glad to find you nearby.

She paddles adorably over to the shallow end of the pool and takes a seat. "Thank you for taking me out like this, babe. I love you so much. Everything is perfect."

She wrings her hair carefully and looks up over the moon, enjoying the cool breeze of tropical air on her face and chest. Click.

"Ugh, stop it," she giggles. "I wasn't ready. Delete that one."

You chuckle and place your camera on a dry, flat surface and join her in the pool. The water is warm between your toes, and you accept the welcome by sitting down in it right next to her.

You try to put your arm around her shoulder, but she shrugs it off cutely. "Don't, you idiot," she scolds lovingly, "I'm all wet."

Sulking away playfully, never mind your lightly damp Hawaiian shirt, you respond. "Wow, calling me an idiot just for trying to love you. I knew it, you've just been using me all this time..."

She laughs her signature laugh, painting the skyline of your heart in vibrant tones of aquamarine. She takes your hand and pulls slowly, bringing your arm around her once more.

"You're gorgeous, you know that? Everything about you is perfect." Place a hand on her cheek and bring her gaze over to yours. "How'd I end up with someone as breathtaking as you?"

"Shut up, babe..." she chuckles lightly as she places her hand over yours. "You know I fell for you first."

Close your eyes gently as the gravity of your hearts draw your lips together. You find her halfway through the darkness, but of course you did. When has she ever let you down?

The kiss you share is slow, respectful. You ask for permission from each other wordlessly, giving and taking just a tiny bit more from each other's love with every singular peck.

She breaks the kiss gratefully. As you open your eyes you're met with a goddess, ethereal and alluring. And she's all yours.

Without her forehead leaving yours, she whispers to you, "Let's go inside, babe, I'm getting cold."

~~~

Pull her by her waist into the shower enclosure and take her lips again. She strips you of your Hawaiian shirt, now soaked, and tosses it out of the glass cubicle. Her arm wraps around your neck, while her free hand finds the shower handle.

The showerhead comes to life, and warm water falls onto your back. Chaeyeon slips her fingers under your waistband and pulls down, taking away your last bits of clothing and relieving you of the growing pressure in your shorts.

You do the same, pulling off her dripping wet bikini bottom. Without ever breaking the kiss, she kicks them away and takes your hands onto her plump and firm ass. She moans lightly at your touch, music to your ears.

As much as you want to keep them there, you know there's more you have to do first. Break the kiss for just a moment, and see your girlfriend out of breath.

Grabbing the hem of her top, you pull up. She raises both arms to help you out, knowing that this also gives you the best view of your favorite part.

The wet piece of fabric moves up past her chest, and her beautiful tits bounce free from their containment. You keep pulling until the bikini top clears her head and finally her arms, and then you toss them out of the cubicle and shut the door.

She wraps her arms around your neck again. Grip her ass cheeks and pull her towards you, savoring her firm behind while you force your cock between her thighs.

She moans cutely at the sensation of your head right at the entrance of her heat. You kiss her again, torridly this time, and she returns your affections hungrier, more impatient, less quietly than earlier.

She pulls you even closer, pressing her soft breasts onto your chest, and the feeling could not be more heavenly. You know she's doing this on purpose, and so you respond in kind by giving her a smack on her butt cheek, forcing it to jiggle. As she's groaning into your mouth as a reflex, you leave her at a loss for a more heavenly moment.

Chaeyeon finally frees your lips, and the both of you take a deep breath. You can't get enough, though, and bring her over to the glass pane nearest to you.

"You're so fucking hot..." She traces all over your body with her fingertips. "How do you want me, babe?" she asks courteously.

"You have to smile for the camera, sweetheart." Turn her around to face the glass, and wipe away the steam obstructing her view of outside. She spots your camera sat on a table, facing the pair of you, and she blushes and smirks devilishly as she catches wind of your plan.

"Naughty boy... Hurry up and take me." Chaeyeon bends over and gives you a clear view of her ass, and shows off her pink lower lips for your pleasure.

You make her lean on the glass pane with her forearms as you grab her by the hips. Always the gentleman, you don't keep her waiting. Pull her lips apart, hear her groan at the feeling, and, finally, push your hardened cock into her tight pussy.

"Fuck..." Click. The flash goes off in front of her, and she turns redder in her cheeks. "This is so fucking hot, babe..."

"Happy birthday, baby. You're getting a private photo book of tonight as one of your gifts. Smile your prettiest."

You feel her velvet walls clench lovingly around your cock. It isn't a challenge at all though, with her slick lubricating her insides, to pull out nearly all the way, and force yourself back into her core.

Relish the feeling of fucking the most beautiful woman in the world. Take pride in how she powerlessly surrenders herself to your will. With every thrust deep into her pussy, you show her that she'll only ever belong to you.

"Babe, harder... Please fuck me harder." You comply with her request, as you thrust forward you forcefully pull her back. Her ass meets your pelvis at every pump, producing a symphony of slaps and groans.

Click, click, click. The camera makes its presence felt as flashes fill the other side of the bathroom. Push your goddess of a girlfriend harder against the glass, and she lets out a loud "ahhhh" as her nipples and breasts are squished onto the cold surface.

"Right there, babe, keep fucking me just like that..." Her walls only get tighter as your cock splits her apart. The sounds of her pleasure fill the bathroom as you bring her closer and closer to climax.

"I love you... so... fucking much, babe..." you mutter next to her ear. You can tell she's losing control of herself, she answers only in moans of ecstasy at the rough fucking she's receiving.

Hook her leg under your arm, raise it for the camera. Click, click. The view of her pussy being violated by your cock is crystal clear for the camera to capture. Click. Chaeyeon screams in pleasure as you reach new depths in the lewd position she finds herself in. Click. Her face is smushed against the glass with how hard you're pushing her. Click, click, click. Her nipples grow stiffer against the clear pane, spurring her on and on towards her eventual release.

"Sweetheart, you still good?" She can't answer, you know she can't. Just one look and you can tell she's long gone: her head thrown back, eyes rolled into the back of her skull, no regard for whatever she might be saying anymore.

Figure she's had enough. Conclude her long day with a bang. Give her a high note to end a perfect celebration. Better yet, make her sing the high note herself.

You grow more ravenous with your hold on her. "You know... One of your gifts... a whole photo book... of just tonight." Click. You thrust into her sex more roughly, chasing your high as you force her to reach hers. She can't defy you, and you know she won't. She's yours.

Her climax comes to her like an earth-splitting bolt of lightning. All at once, a guttural scream rips through her throat, click, streaks of her cum spray onto the glass she's pressed against, click, she stumbles as her legs give out underneath her, click, click, and her walls grip you in a desperate attempt to prolong her unholy pleasure as much as she can, click.

"I'm cumming, baby... Happy birthday--!!!" With a deep groan you shoot your cum into her womb, making sure every spurt stays in and takes. Her walls apply a heavenly amount of pressure on your cock, milking you for more, and you give her exactly what she wants. With every spurt of your hot cum into her abused snatch Chaeyeon screams louder yet, click, begging in gibberish for something she herself doesn't even know anymore.

You realize she's full up when your cum overflows from her pussy and down her thigh. She's taking heavy breaths now, and your wits are slipping away from you.

~~~

You find yourself sat on the cold tiled floor of the shower. Warm water still falls from the showerhead and onto the pair of you. Chaeyeon is taking her sweet time filling her lungs with air and steadying her breathing. Her head's leaned onto your shoulder, so you push her hair aside to give her a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, sweetheart. You might not have heard me earlier, but happy birthday."

She can only respond in deep breaths and scratchy hums. She brings her lips back over to yours, last kiss before getting dressed for bed. And you know that meant "I love you too."

a/n: yknow i should just stop planning fics at this point lmao. anyways, happy birthday our feather chaeyeon!!!

[valwrote]

Imagine this –

neuvillette getting married but nothing goes right (but the ending does sit right) ft. the fontaine crew + fem!reader

a/n : you should get the noah's ark joke if you finished the 4.2 story quest. (haha totally didn't get spoiled. 🥲)

It was a bright sunny day, with cool winds blowing. Neuvillette sees you walking towards altar

Drip drip drip

AND it starts downpouring because he got emotional and everything spirals into chaos.

Guests are running around to save their clothes. The melusines and trying to save the food and Paimon is crying to the traveler that the food got ruined.

wriothesley and clorinde are just staring at eachother like 🧍‍♀️

"Where did this rain come from suddenly?"

"If i had the slightest of idea, I would've definitely told you, Clorinde."

guess their hardwork went down the drain. literally.

navia was panicking because her dress was getting ruined and her bodyguards came at the speed of light to her side and hold 3 umbrellas out for her, which was rather unnecessary.

"Oh no! Now I won't be able to snag pictures for the Steambird!" Charlotte frantically wiped her camera lens which got even blurry due to the water.

"Um Charlotte, should focus on saving yourself first rather than the camera." Navia suggested out of concern for the girl.

"IS IT TIME FOR MY GRAND PERFORMAN- oh." Furina who had planned a surprise performance realised it was raining and she had walked straight into it.

yup, it was definitely getting out of hand with people slippin' and sliding on the wet floor. But it got worse when the water levels start to rise and you try to get him to calm down.

"Neuvillette! Calm down- you will drown Fontaine and then Wriothesely will have to pull a Noah's Ark move again!"

"Ah- Yes. Sorry, I just got a bit-" he started only to get cut off.

"Teary eyed?" you asked with a smirk. Nothing better than an opportunity to poke fun at the Chief Justice.

"No." he curtly replied.

"You have to admit that you were definitely sobbing from happiness." you cheekily smile at him, pulling him into an embrace. Yes your clothes were soaked but honestly who cared.

"...let's not bring this matter up." he averted his gaze, trying to stop his lips from curling into a smile.

a select few were able to get a look at the Ludex breaking composure and smiling, his cheeks slightly pink. It was unfortunate that Charlotte won't be able to post it in the Steambird paper for everyone to see but —

sometimes, things which are hidden from masses are termed as 'mysteries' and mysteries are the most beautiful trinklets of memories to those who experienced it.*

neuvillette is so goofy, I love him. He deserves all the head pats and huggies

©definitelysel

[imissnanami]

desperate 4 u | pathetic!choso x f!reader

Choso masturbates to a polaroid of u using a pocketpuss 

🌸Content | MDNI, male masturbation, masturbating to photos, sex toys/pocket pussy, swearing, pet name baby/baby girl, multiple orgasm & overstim, not proofread oops

Choso couldn’t help but feel giddy as he prepared his bed for his jerk of session. He usually found himself half way to cumming before the thought popped into his head, crashing on whatever surface was the closest. Trembling hands pull dirty clothes and blankets off his bed, in his excitement he misses his sock twice before flinging it behind himself. 

As he moved the pillows to the head of the bed, he could feel just how hard he was in his pants. The loose fabric of his shorts did nothing to provide pressure on his sensitive cock. What it did do, however, was drag teasing featherlight touches across his bulbous head. If he focused hard on his sense of touch as his length bobbed, he could feel the cool edges of the wet material, his precum having left an ever-expanding patch. 

His brows furrowed as he whined, getting impatient, eyes searching for anything he missed before he sits down. Having already shed his shirt the moment he entered the room, Choso went for the elastic band of his shorts. Lifting his hips, he pulled the band upwards and over with both thumbs. His thick dick waved in the air, too hard to lie flat on his stomach. 

“Fuck, I’m so horny,” Choso whispered to himself, throwing his shorts to the floor. Knowing if he touched himself now, it would all be pointless, Choso took a few deep breaths before leaning over to his bedside table. Opening the bottom drawer, he grabbed the stack of polaroids and a roll of tape. Dropping the roll on his chest he shuffled through them. 

Dozens of polaroids all had the same subject, Y/N. Some, of her fully clothed, but most from a beach trip they took two months ago. A tiny purple bikini was all she wore. Breasts nearly spilling out of the too small cups, and ties of the bikini bottoms digging into full hips. There were so many provocative poses from her and Shoko’s ‘model shoot’. Flipping to the second last one, his breath hitched and his cock twitched. A large bead of precum slipped out of his slit, globbing down his length and pooling at the base. 

Shoko had insisted Choso should get a better angle, to make her look taller, so Choso was sat on the sand. While it made Shoko look taller, what he didn't expect was for this new angle to give him a perfect shot of your ass. More precisely the bottom of your ass and in between your legs. What’s worse, was that you decided to turn around. Your plush thighs stood open, leaving enough room for the lens to get a good glimpse of your covered pussy. 

Having just come out of the water a few minutes ago, the thin bathing suit fabric clung to your lips, accentuating every swell and dip. The fabric was darker than the rest of the bottoms, having taken longer to dry, but Choso likes to think it was for another reason. Precisely? Him. Looking up, your cute tummy looked so soft. And further up, the tiny triangles barely covered your nipples, obvious by the fact they poked into the very edge of the fabric, making them so easy to locate. But what made the picture Choso’s favourite, was the fact he caught you looking right at him. Your eyes slightly off centre, looking past the lens to where Choso was, behind it. 

Yep, this one. 

Carefully pulling placing his precious polaroids back into the drawer, he rips off a piece of tape and turns around on the bed. Making sure the strip of tape didn’t cover any of the image, Choso taped it at the centre of his headboard. Flopping back on his back, he could feel his heart beating faster, knowing he'd finally be able to start soon. 

Reaching back in the drawer, he felt around for his favourite toy. It was a simple, clear pocket pussy. Bringing it up, he put it beside him. 

Closing his eyes, Choso placed his hands on his chest. Feeling his hard nipples on his palms, he begins circling the left while pinching his right nipple. Biting his lip he muffles a sweet whine that tired to escape. Licking his lips he drags his hand down his front, pressing into his abs and tracing the centre line. 

Cracking his eyes open he watches as he reaches his pubes. He gives the dark hair a gentle tug, moaning low in his chest as his cock bobs in the air. The red tip glistening, veins more prominent from the neglect. Choso licks his lips again, biting his bottom lip. Tracing his finger in the pool of precum, he closes his hand, spreading it along his palm. Taking a deep breath and looking through half lidded eyes, his wet hand hovers around his base before closing. 

Choso feels like he could cum right then and there. His brows pinch together as he moans into the room, breath catching in his chest. Creating a tight fist, he drags it up and down his length. Once. Twice. A third time. But the fourth his eyes have slipped shut again and he sighs at each tug. The slick sound of his hand on his dick makes him whine out your name before babbling;

“need you...hnggg please, fuck...need your pussy on meee,”

A clumsy hand pats around the bed beside him, trying to find the sex toy. Once his sticky fingers find it, he’s bringing it up to his mouth, moaning. Pressing the silicon toy to his lips he groans out;

“fuck Y/N, please sit on my face,” 

Leaning up against the toy, Choso makes out with the lips. His tongue licking into the tight hole, pushing his face deeper into it, bending his nose in the process. His laboured breathing speeds up as he continues to masturbate himself. Fuck, does he wish you were sat on his face right now. Choso wonders what your pretty moans would sound like. Would you sigh your pleasure or were you more of a whiner. Shit. Would you whine his name? Screwing his eyes tighter, Choso could feel the tears slipping down his cheeks. Biting back a sob of pleasure he realizes that he’s much closer than he’d like to be. 

Ripping the pocket pussy from his mouth, he gives himself one more stroke before flipping himself on all fours. His hazy eyes focus on the polaroid taped to his headboard. Biting his lip he strokes the side of your face in the picture.

“hold on just a sec baby. Gotta line myself up here” 

Tugging a pillow down he folds it and wedges the toy in between the pillow and the mattress. Hissing as he uses one hand to guide his length to the opening of the toy, the other arm supports his weight. Glancing back up at the photo of you be begins speaking again. 

“all ready baby,” Choso smears the his tip along the silicon lips, groaning. The texture of the toy rub against the sensitive nerves of his cockhead. Choso adds more pressure and moans as he grinds the bottom of his tip on the fake clit. 

“please baby, please tell me you want this” Choso lip wobbles as he tries to focus on your cute face. His eyes sliding down to your pussy and how much detail your wet bathing suit captured. Biting his lips he talks to you again, his hips gently thrusting;

“please, you do, don't you? You want my thick- fuhnggck, my thick cock in your pussy? Of course you do. Fuck baby girl. Imma put it in...ok?” Without warning Choso’s tip slips into the toy, past the first tight ring. 

Choso tightly shuts his eyes as he bites down hard on his lip, tasting blood. Fuck, he couldn't cum so early, what would he do when he really had you in his bed? He deliriously thought. Holding his breath he began to push in, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. He couldn't help but focus on how each ridge of the toy gripped and squeezed his length. The tightness was driving him insane as he pulled his hips back, pulling himself from the toy. 

All at once Choso felt his eyes tear up as a sob escaped him. The suction from the toy created a vacuum that just felt too good on his sensitive head. Trying, and failing, to maintain eye contact with your picture, Choso closed his eyes and conjured up a prefect mental image of you. Wrapping his arms around the pillows, his hips began to thrust in earnest now. Heavy and quick ruts shook the bed as he struggled to talk through sobs of pleasure. 

“’m so sorry baby..can’t slow down...feels too good...’m sorry fuck, so tight”

His whines continued to fill the room as he shoved his face into the pillows. Wanting nothing more than to suck on your perky nipples. Choso whimpered and found the corner of his pillow. Moaning as his tongue flicked along the seam, soaking it. As he thrust into the pillow, it began to shift. With a particularly aggressive jerk the toy slipped to a new angle. Choso’s eyes rolled back in his skull as his hips wildly thrust into the toy, rhythm lost. The feeling of cold air hitting his wet balls, mixed with the suction on his swollen tip and your face painted in his mind had Choso cumming harder than he ever has before. The feeling starting in his stomach spread as his muscles tensed painfully, teeth grinding on the pillow in his mouth, face crumpling in pleasure as tears ran down his face. Choso’s entire body convulsed as rope after rope of hot sticky cum painted the clear toy white. Panting like an animal he finally stilled after the longest orgasm of his life. 

After the afterglow had passed, Choso begins by slowly unclenching his hands from the pillows, stiff joints protesting. A loud sob rips itself from his throat as his hips move, shifting his still hard length in the toy. Whimpering he carefully lifts himself on shaky arms, reaching down to try and pull himself out. Gentle tugs and attempts to get the toy off did not go to plan. The overstimulation making Choso cry and pant quick breaths. The sensation was overwhelming as he tries again, this time pulling harder. It hurt, but felt so good too. 

“Fuck” He whimpers, but for some reason his hand goes to tug the toy on his length again. The voice in the back of his head telling him to keep going, to continue. His hips weakly squirm, not knowing if he wanted to chase or run away from the extreme feeling. Moaning he feels that familiar sensation in his stomach. He was gonna cum again. With the one brain cell he has left, he takes his chance and braces himself. Teetering on the edge, he holds his base with one hand and the toy in the other. His mouth opens in a silent cry he pulls the toy clean off. Thinner ropes of cum spurt from his tip as he curls in on himself. Body tensing before un-tensing and relaxing, cock finally softening. Collapsing back into his bed, his head feels fuzzy as his ears ring slightly. Once his breathing returns to normal, he can’t help but chuckle and hum in satisfaction, stretching. 

Yes he still needs to clean up, but, he’s also already planning next time. 

I do not authorize any plagiarism, copying, reproducing, etc. of my work. Thank you for respecting this.

[ohmenai]

Bulge Paradise: When XXL Ain't Enough

Oh Men! That day at Peachy Beach was something else. The only word that comes to mind is Paradise. But, taking a chill sunbath here is straight-up impossible; the views are so intense I can't ever keep my camera in its bag.

He was a titan in every sense, a giant who commanded attention just by being. Every move he made dragged along this burdened mass of muscles, jiggling fat, and an uncontainable black monster cock that bounced with each step. Sporting nothing but a soaking wet, yellow thong that's XXL in name but hilariously inadequate in reality, his beastly dick and bull-sized balls erupt from all angles. Flesh spills out like a decadent feast no piece of fabric could possibly contain.

From my low-angle view, his head seemed almost laughably small compared to the rest of his humongous form. That smirk of his—part mischievous, part knowing—sliced right through my lens and into my senses. Pink lips parting under a scruffy beard, a twinkle from that tiny earring dangling from his ear. The man was pure temptation.

One strap of his thong clings to his waist properly, while the other tantalizingly hangs above it. It's so provocatively careless that it induces instant salivation. His obscene hips and thick fat strain the fabric to its breaking point. His belly button sprawls horizontally under the shadow of all that belly flesh.

The coarse thickness of his pubic hair peeking out at the waistband, the rugged roughness along his abs, and the definition in his veiny bulky arms, make my eyes can't help but feast on the detailed landscape of this man.

His pecs were a sculptor’s dream—round and firm—each nipple dark and perfectly circular, making you want to trace their outline with your tongue. The sky above us had patches of clouds, and the land from another part of Manailand framed the scene like paradise's perfect canvas.

A small speck of sweat runs down from his belly, mingling with sea salt as he saunters closer still, almost filling my entire frame. Here we are, surrounded by nature's most erotic provocations and he stands there: invincible, insurmountable, and infinitely fuckable.

I gather my courage and stride up to him. If he's cool with posing for my photos, then maybe he won’t mind rubbing some sunscreen on my back in return? The idea sends a delightful shiver down my spine as I click the next shot—the aperture wide open to soak up every luscious detail.

- "Hey big guy," I call out, "Mind giving me a hand with some sunscreen? He said nothing.

Suddenly, he pauses—almost as if he's aware of his own spellbinding power over the lens. He cups his bulging cock through the nearly transparent thong, giving it a firm squeeze as if begging to be free. His beefy thighs tighten and look like they'll crush anything caught between them.

Then, as he approaches, his shadow engulfs me in delicious anticipation. Thick fingers grip the bottle and I can already feel the heat building behind me—not just from the sun but from the promise of much more skin-on-skin contact than this beach scene, and as he spread the creamy lotion over my back, his touch promised a night filled with thug life delights...

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒 - 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Festival/fireworks + on a blanket ft Kirishima, nipple play, fingering, belly bulge, threesome, spit roasting, throat pie, creampie, quirk play(small Electric Zaps); ft a good bit of explicit x kiri towards the end and KirixKami if you reeeeaaaally squint

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 4,323

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes Threesome, hints of future Polyamory/Threesomes, 1(One) use of N/n, 1st Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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I happily pressed against Denki’s side, tucked into him and laying on the blanket to watch the upcoming fireworks.

“Ei! You got the camera? You gotta get some good shots, I hear they’re gonna be especially gorgeous this year!” I call out to my best friend when I saw him jogging back over the hill.

“Yup! Got it right here!” He cheers, holding said camera up with the safety strap around his wrist. I grin widely at him and shift to a silly expression when I see that he’s already recording. I laugh in joy at the whole situation, being wrapped in my boyfriend’s arms on a nice, cool summer night, my best friend along with us, about to enjoy some beautiful fireworks.

“Denki, look,” I turned my head to smile lovingly up at my boyfriend as I nod my head in the direction of the camera. He looks up and sees Ei pointing the camera right at us with a goofy grin of his own.

“Yo, what’s up!” He laughs as he brings his arm up as a sort of wave.

“So, Mr Kaminari, tell us about yourself, who is this lovely little thing on your arm?“ Our self-appointed cameraman asks in a deepened voice that makes me giggle.

“Well, Mr Cameraman,” he shifts his attention from looking into the camera to looking down at me, “this sexy little babe is my spectacular,” he presses a quick kiss to my lips, “lovely,” another kiss, “perfect,” yet another peck, “girlfriend.” He smirks at my flushed, smiling face as he reaches across his body to plant his hand on my waist.

“Well, as a completely neutral party with no association with the two of you in the slightest,” my head fell forward into Denki’s shoulder as I laughed at Eijirou’s over-exaggeration of his role, “I must say that I agree with your assessment. This lovely young lady is, indeed, positively sexy,” his ‘cameraman voice’ tapers off at the end, so it ends up just being Ei calling me sexy. I lift my head and bite my lip as I send a sultry smile at the camera.

“Why thank you, Mr Cameraman. Or should I just say, Ei?” I tease, sending ‘bedroom eyes’ at the lens.

“Kami knows there isn’t a single sane person who wouldn’t see how fucking hot you are, baby,” Denki says lowly, though loud enough for the camera to pick it up, as he leans down to press wet kisses to my neck.

“Fuck..” Ei breathes, biting his lip with a small smile on his face as he watches Denki’s display of ravishing me.

“Fuck is right, oh Kami..” I groan out as he begins to suck on a sensitive spot on my neck.

Ei moves to sit on his knees on the edge of the blanket, keeping the camera trained on us. Denki raised his head from my neck and leans in to kiss my lips, our tongues immediately tangling. Ei begins to shuffle around, closer to us but not in the way, zooming in on our messily locked lips. So long as we’re being recorded, I decided, why not put on a show? I open my mouth and move my tongue to dance wetly with Denki’s in between both our open mouths.

I hear Ei lightly groan at the view and close my lips to suck on Denki’s tongue. Our bodies shift slightly to be facing each other just a bit more. We go back to kissing each other, though it’s sloppier than before, with spit dripping down our lips and creating ropes between us when we separate.

Denki returns his head down to my neck, then kisses down my collarbone, sucking on the skin lightly until he gets to the neckline of my cami tank top. His hand on my waist slides up and gropes my boob over my cami while his other slinks up my thigh and teases his fingertips at the edge of my skirt. Ei zooms the camera back out to catch the whole scene, Denki’s tongue practically down my throat, one hand groping my breast, the other inching its way under my skirt.

Denki and I had to pull away and as our tongues receded from each other mouths, thick strands of saliva connected us before they broke and dripped down our chins. Taking the opportunity, I look over at Ei and the camera and find him palming himself through his basketball shorts. I bite my lip with a smile and glanced back at Denki to motion for him to take a look. He got a wolfish grin as he saw his best friend so hard from watching him and his girlfriend practically fucking.

“Y’know, I think it’d feel a whole lot better if you actually touch it instead of rubbing over your clothes, dude,” my boyfriend prompts, taking a good look at the impressive tent in his shorts. Ei looks startled for a moment before he grins back at us and slightly struggles to wiggle out of his clothes with one hand while trying to keep the camera steady. I giggled at the show and got on my hands and knees and crawl towards him.

“Lemme help, Eiji,” I smile and take the camera and turn it around to aim it at the redhead, “you look so good right now.” He blushes before continuing his actions of shuffling his shorts down his legs. Once he’s out of them, he makes quick work of pulling his low-cut muscle tee up and off his body. I tilt my head beside the camera and bite my lip again while I look him up and down and lowly hum at the sight.

He gets up on his knees and presses his hands to the front of his hipbones and presented a bit. At first, I thought he was presenting for the camera but when I catch his eye, I realize that he’s presenting for us. I smile at that and rub my thighs together before he smirks and reached for the camera in my hold. He leans closer to me than he has to and I gladly appreciate the view of his pecs and hard cock so close to me.

“You ready to put on a show, princess?” He asks lowly as he glances down at my lips. I smile again and lean forward to brush my lips against his, though don’t fully kiss him.

“Absolutely,” I mutter and pull back before he can move to fully press his mouth to mine. I wink at him as a sort of promise of ‘maybe later.’ I crawl back to Denki and sit back on my knees and leave my legs spread, but my skirt dips down enough that it hides the main event.

“You look like you’re having fun, baby,” Denki smirks as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist and presses a kiss to my jaw.

“Oh, I am… I so am…” I sigh out and close my eyes in bliss when his hands move up to cup and squeeze my tits. He lets out a low chuckle and dips his head down to kiss and nip at my neck.

“I’m so glad, baby…” He groans into my ear, his voice low and sultry. He slid his hands up and hooks his fingers into the top of my cami and slowly drags it down to let my tits pop free. “Ooh.. Would you look at that…” He hisses a gasp and brings his hands underneath my tits and accentuated them as he plays with them for the camera. I moan and throw my head back on his shoulder when his fingers found my nipples and started pinching and pulling.

“Fuck, such a pretty sight.” Ei mutters and zooms in on my tits before aiming at my face to capture my pleasure.

“Mm.. Fuck baby, please..!” I whine out when the ache between my legs gets to be just too much. Ei’s cock twitched at my voice and I send a glance right at him to tease him just a bit.

“Who am I to deny such a pretty little thing?” Denki asks, a smirk more than evident in his voice. As he continued to grope my tit with his right hand, his left creeps down my form and lands on my skirt splayed out over my thighs. “So fuckin’ pretty, baby.” Denki presses a kiss to my neck and laves over it before he began sucking it to leave me a nice hickey.

His hand on my thigh begins to curl and bunch up my skirt to expose my panties to Eijirou who lowers himself to get a good angle. Finally, I decide that teasing the camera isn’t worth the prolonged ache in my cunny and reach down to grab the hem. I pull it up to my midsection and show off my pastel yellow panties with a little black bow on the front.

Denki had bought them for me for our second anniversary. It came as a set with a matching bra with black trim on top and a nice little black bow right in between my boobs. That, unfortunately, didn’t last because Denki got too excited when I wore it for his birthday just a couple months later and ended up ripping it open when the clasp got stuck. I hardly mind, though, didn’t then and I don’t now, because, Oh Kami, it was so fucking hot.

“Ooh, baby, you wearing my favorite panties?” My boyfriend mumbles into my neck, sounding like he was barely restraining himself.

“You know it, wanna be good for you.” I tease, bucking my hips just slightly to get his hand to brush over my wet cunt under the soft fabric. He groans at the contact and can’t resist any longer. He rubs me over my panties for a bit, going up and down my slit and paying special attention to my clit every so often. Then, it seems he just can’t hold back, he slips the fabric to the side and swipes through my slick folds more before deftly inserting 2 fingers inside me.

My thighs tensed as I let out a moan and arch my back into him, one hand coming up to grip onto his bicep to ground myself. Denki works his fingers hard and fast and damn does he know how to use that quirk. It’s just barely noticeable when he sends little shocks to the walls of my cunt and to my nipple as he pinches it again. The little shocks bring me closer to the edge and it still renders me speechless at how fast he can get me so close so fast. A whining moan escapes me and my nails dig into his arm, leaving little crescent indents. Ei leaned back again and zoomed out just enough that he could switch the focus to either my tits or my dripping, squelching cunt with minimal movement.

"Fuuuuck.. Denki!" The heel of his palm ground into my clit and it seemed to only accentuate the minuscule zaps he sent into my fluttering walls.

"You gonna cum, baby? You gonna fuckin' cum?" Denki speeds up his fingers and focusses his zaps into my nipple that he still has pinched between his forefinger and thumb. "Go ahead, baby. Come on, babygirl. Cum for me. Cum on my fingers, baby. I want you to cum on my fingers before I fuck you so deep and hard right here on this blanket. There're so many people 'round here, baby. I want all of 'em to hear you. I want them all to hear what you sound like when you cum so pretty on my fingers. Want 'em to know who you fuckin' belong to." His voice was gruffer than before as he spoke directly into my head from where his chin is hooked over my shoulder.

"Y-yes! Fuck yes! Fuck, please, I wanna cum so bad! Please make me cum, baby..!" I whine out unabashedly. I really don't care who sees or hear me, I just want to cum. Wanna cum so bad...

"Ooh, good girl. Good fuckin' girl. That's it, baby, go on and cum right on my fingers. 'M makin' you feel good, yea?" I couldn't muster any coherent words anymore, not when his fingers curl so deliciously directly into my g-spot and the praise he practically growled in my ear, so I resorted to just wordlessly nodding my head which a high-pitched attempt at an affirming hum after I attempted to speak.

"'M'onna.. 'm'onna c-cuuhh-" I couldn't form the words and it seemed to please him, even moreso if I had to guess.

"Perfect, baby. So good for me." The praise he continued to mutter into my ear finally pushed me over the edge and as Ei zoomed out fully, keeping the view of my cum, squirting over Denki's hand and spilling out onto the blanket, mostly centred but still capturing my blissed and fucked out expression.

I cried out loudly in pleasure as my body twitched in my boyfriend's hold, moreso when he didn't stop his movements while I was still cumming and even after. My head is thrown back against his shoulder and my throat already feels nearly raw from how loud I moaned when I came and from how breathless I had been since the start of this whole thing with Denki kissing me as hard and long as he did. The needy whines and high-pitched pleads and moans in between didn't help either. His hand finally left my oversensitive cunt and massaged soothing circles on my hip, his other stayed on my chest and simply cupped my breast, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the side in a small apology for the abuse on my sensitive bud.

“You did so good, baby. So so fuckin' good,” Denki muttered into my skin as he kisses along the column of my throat, “you want your reward now?” The promise of his thick cock filling me up immediately gets my hips twitching and a whine building in my throat.

“Please, Denki. Wan’ it so bad.” I whined, almost forgetting about the camera until I hear Ei grunt from behind it. I look up and, in my still-hazy state, roll my hips to show off my pussy more and take a deep breath to accentuate my titties, and to get more air in my lungs to regulate my breathing from the intense high that still had me heaving.

“Who am I to refuse a request from my pretty baby when she’s begging so nicely?” I feel Denki's hot breath against my neck as he pressed light, teasing kisses there, and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. His hand on my chest slid down and grabs at my hip as his other moved back towards my mound. Rather than continue his assault on my womanhood, his fingers splayed around it and spread my lips open. I shivered at the air that met my wetness, even with the August heat, the night air has a chill that made me shudder. His hand still on my hip squeezed and, finally, I feel his cock head rubbing through my wetness.

"Holy shit..." Ei breathed as he leans down more to get the action on camera. He bit his lip again, this time hard enough that his shark-like teeth broke the skin. He didn't seem to mind as not even a hiss escapes him, he stays focussed on the sight of my boyfriend's cock sliding over my pussy. I moan when his tip brushes my clit and Denki chuckles seductively in my ear and focusses his movements to keep rubbing against my bud.

"You like that baby? 's it feel good? Or d’you want me inside you, pretty baby?" His breath ghosted over my ear as he spoke to me, his tongue coming out afterwards to lick at the shell of my ear. I shudder at the feeling but manage to compose myself to answer him.

"W-wan' you.. 'nside. Wan' y’u i'side s'bad.." My words were slurred from how cock drunk he makes me. The words were high pitched with the whine crawling up my throat from his teasing.

"Of course, baby. Anything for my princess." He pressed a kiss to the side of my head before he pulled his hips back enough to angle his hips and align his member with my entrance. Once he was in position, he snaps his hips forward and buried his cock all the way to the hilt in one go. My back arches and a loud moan is ripped from my throat with my eyes blown wide as my hand flies back to tangle itself in his hair.

"FUCK!" I don't even try to mind the people in our radius, more than likely they look over and see what's going on but I don't spare them more than a second of thought. Denki's hand slides up from where it rested over my mound to rest on my tummy to press down lightly on the bulge that appeared with his thick cock buried so deep inside me. Eiji groans behind the camera and vaguely I recognize his hand moving down his body towards his own dick. I get a moment of rest before Denki's hand is planted firmly on my free hip and he starts thrusting.

"Hoooly shiiit, babygirl.. So fuckin' tight. Nice and warm inside you, princess. So fuckin' perfect." Denki's strained voice calls from behind me while he speeds up his thrusts and nearly jackhammers into me. I let loose broken and cut-off moans as he slammed into me, each thrust jolted my body forward with its force and I couldn't keep myself upright with just my pure will. Realizing this, Denki took his left hand from my hip and instead, moves it to my shoulder to help keep me from falling forward.

"D-Den-ki..!" I moan out as the new angle had him slam directly into that special spot inside of me. My best friend’s groans could be heard and, through my pleasure, I managed to focus in on him. I see his hand wrapped firmly around his base, like he’s trying to keep himself from cumming. As Denki keeps ramming into me, I purposely lean forward and send a sultry gaze at the camera that follows my motions.

Denki seemed to realize what I was doing as his hand slides from my shoulder down my back as I lower myself. I set a hand down on the ground in front of me to stabilize myself as I feel Denki’s thrusts speed up again. His hands grasped tightly at my hips and he snaps his hips into me harder and faster, rocking me back and forth.

“Ohoho.. Good girl. You’re such a sweet baby,” Denki chuckled as he pounded into my g-spot, making it hard for me to focus. Looking up, I see Eiji’s confused, but very turned on, gaze on me until I lift my other hand to his leaking member. With the camera aimed directly at me and my motions, he takes a sharp inhale when I run my fingers up the side of his cock with feather light touches.

“Holy shit…” All three of us hear a voice from beside us, a bit away, but we do little to react other than a smirk growing on my lips. As Ei moves his hand, I take his member in my own and only tease him a little bit.

I run my tongue up his shaft and swirl it over his tip before fully taking him into my mouth and letting Denki’s rough thrusts do the rest. I keep my right hand planted on the ground to keep myself up while I grab at my best friend’s thigh to keep him still with my left. My body rocks back and forth on both cock with my boyfriend’s hard thrusts into my dripping cunt.

“She feels fuckin’ great, right, Kiri?” Denki chuckles through his strained breaths and grunts.

“Yea, holy shit… I dunno how you’re not inside her 24/7 when she feels so good..!” Ei grunts as he shifts the camera to catch Denki’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy, my juices coating him and practically making him shine.

“Oh, it’s fuckin’ tempting.” Denki bites his lip with a smirk and angles his hips to slam directly into my cervix. Ei glides the camera up to capture his sexy expression and the sight had him rolling his hips, pushing his cock deeper down my throat. I gagged a bit but quickly adapted and slightly bobbed my head a bit along with Denki’s thrusts pushing me forward. My moans were muffled by Ei’s length and I feel him twitch in my mouth, alerting me that he’s close to his end.

“Damn, Kiri, you close? Looks like you found fuckin’ heaven over there..” My boyfriend’s light voice teased our best friend, though he didn’t seem to be fairing any better.

With Denki’s long, thick hot dick pushing so perfectly inside me, scraping against all the perfect spots and ramming deliciously into my cervix, I knew I wasn’t far behind. If my boyfriend’s moans getting louder are any indicator, he’s nearing his own climax as well. Mr Cameraman moves the shot again and stops for a moment to capture Denki sliding in and out of my squelching pussy again, then he moves it all the way back to my face. His tan cock glides down my throat again and again and the view has him twitching even more.

Denki’s hand slipped down between my legs again and his fingers deftly start playing with my clit, wrenching a wanton moan from my throat. Muffled by Eiji’s cock, it sends vibrations up his shaft and the sensations become his undoing.

“Oh- Fuck! Holy fuck- holy fuck! Oh, Kami yes! Fuck yea, baby, take it all. Take it all!” Thick spurts of cum shoot into my mouth and down my throat and it makes my eyes roll back with the feeling. I swallow as much as I can and moan at the taste. The dual sensations of Ei’s thick hot cum filling my mouth and Denki’s skillful fingers on my little clitty, as well as his cock still jackhammering my insides and hitting all the right spots and pounding my cervix perfectly, has me seeing stars. My arms and legs tremble as my second orgasm wracks through my body. My fluids gush around my lover’s cock and my walls clamp down around him. Ei shot the camera up to catch the lovely scene.

“Holy shit, baby..! Ohfuckohfuckohfuck- Ohhh fuck yes, baby! Just fuckin’ like that-!” Denki’s moans were almost frantic as his hips stuttered and his hands clamps down on my waist again. Finally, as he slammed into me with deliberate thrusts, his cum shot out into me and filled my cunny to the brim.

With his tip pounding directly into my cervix, I could almost feel his cum flood my womb. The warmth that filled me from both ends and all the sensations of pleasure gave me another orgasm just as my second climax ended. Denki stayed inside me as Ei slipped out. My arms gave out and my back arched as my front fell down to the blanket. Denki rubbed a soothing hand up my spine and set it firmly at the base of my spine as he began to pull out.

“Fuck- fuckfuckfuck-!” I ramble as his cock drags along my sensitive walls again.

“I know, baby, I know. You did so good, pretty girl.” My boyfriend leaned down and pressed comforting kisses to my shoulder once he was fully out and I could feel his cum leaking out of me. “C’mere, princess,” he spoke gently as he sat down behind me and guided my hips to sit between his legs.

“That was so amazing, N/n. You’re so so pretty,” Ei smiled at me as he turned off the camera. I weakly smiled back as I panted against Denki’s chest who had his arms around my middle. “Good thing we brought 2 blankets, huh?” The redhead chuckled and coaxed a tired laugh out of me, as well.

“Enjoy the show, perverts?” Denki called to the side and, once again, I could hear the smirk in his voice. I lolled my head to the side and saw a small group of people, all still looking over at us. With the little strength I have left in my arms, I gave them a cheeky smile while I wiggle my fingers at them in a wave. Ei chuckles at them and comes back to our side with the other big blanket we brought in case we got cold. Denki turned my face to him and gave me a sweet kiss and groaned happily at the taste of my mouth as we felt Ei wrap the blanket around all of us.

“That was certainly a fun way to pass the time, huh?” Ei joked beside us, coaxing a giggle from me. “You really did look so fuckin pretty, princess.” He muttered as he kissed my cheek, “And holy hell, dude, since when can you look hot like that?” Denki mocked offense was a dramatic scoff and a hand over his heart.

“Excuse you! I am always this hot! Tell ‘im, baby!” I giggled and rested back more into Denki again.

“Well, I wouldn’t say always…” I tease, earning myself an offended gasp.

“Betrayed! By my love! Ugh- I knew it. You two are plotting against me…” He sniffles dramatically and can’t hold up the act much longer when we all burst out laughing.

“Oh! Ei! Grab the camera! I think the fireworks are starting!!” I call excitedly and point at the sky. He grabs the camera and turns it on right as the first one explodes in the sky.

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[erosmutt]

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𖦹 Straight To Video - Mindless Self Indulgence

“Face the camera.” Sam’s command rings through the room, demanding your complete attention as he forcefully hooks his fingers into your mouth, snapping your head back to face the camera. Your eyes meet the lens, wide and innocent, and you splutter a droll, slobbering laugh. Drool clings to Sam’s digits like silk, then spills in a trance of sticky trails, pooling on the floor beneath you.

Lowering himself, Sam’s breath caresses your exposed skin, traveling warm paths as his labret brushes against you. “Eyes on the prize, baby. Just. Like. That.” His mouth finds its way to your shoulder, biting softly and eliciting a shudder. The kitchen chair beneath you creaks, scraping against the linoleum floor with every wet smack of his hips against yours.

Your tongue flits against his fingers, cheeks flushed and streaked by faded mascara-stained tears. Sam’s hand, still coated in your saliva, moves to the base of your neck, gripping tightly, threatening to cut off your airflow with the improper grasp. “Sammy,” you drawl, tits bouncing, vision blurred from the tears welled up in your eyes.

The steady flash of the recording indicator taunted you as Sam began to plow you into the chair. You grab at the back of it, a throaty moan leaving you as your eyes roll back, the camera hungrily catching every bounce and jolt, your swollen lipgloss-smeared lips parting further as he digs his fingers into the inside of your cheek. Your thighs trembled, the wet sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the room.

“Shit,” Sam’s rhythm built steadily, each thrust more forceful than the previous. Your eyes dart pleadingly to the camera lens, seeking some vague promise of salvation, your pussy clenching around his cock. “Oh fuck,” Sam grunts as he pulls his hand away from your neck, both hands finding your ass. “Fuck it back on me pretty girl.”

Complying, you begin to fuck yourself back onto his cock, the kitchen chair beginning to creak worse, the sound grating. You brace yourself with your hands on the back of the chair, and Sam leans back, hands ghosting over your hips as he watches you, hissing. “Ooh, keep going.” He urges. He places his hands on your hips, thrusting in time to meet your ass against his hips.

Waves of exquisite agony coursed through you as the relentless onslaught of his cock drove you closer and closer to the brink. Sam leans down again, lips meeting your hair resting on the nape of your neck. His efforts redouble, groans of ecstasy muffled by the fervent press of his lips against you. 

Each slam of his hips was nothing short of cruelly divine, further clouding your head, the haze of arousal threatening to blot out your consciousness. Although a part of you ached for release, another part hungered for the sinful torment to continue indefinitely. “Look, god, at the fuckin’- hhoh, camera,” Sam moans, his growls deep and raw against your dampened skin.

“That’s right.” He hissed, grunts of carnal satisfaction turning into choked whimpers. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, brow furrowing as he slams his hips against your ass. “I’m so close baby, oh I’m gonna cum, ohh,” Sam throws his head back, mouth agape as he drives his cock into your gummy walls, nails digging into your skin.

He was too wrapped up in his own approaching orgasm to notice yours, entire body trembling and eyes fluttering closed as you clench and relax in waves, breath hitching until all that’s left is a twitching aftershock. With a final brutal thrust, Sam’s hips stutter then cease their movements, eyes rolling back as he empties hot, sticky ropes of cum into your slick cunt.

Spent, Sam falls forward, head resting against yours, his chest heaving as he cooled. The camera continued to roll, capturing your entangled bodies, dampened with sweat. He dips his head to run his tongue along your shoulder blade, humming at the salty taste. His hand comes up to lift your head, forcing you once more to face the unrelenting camera. “Gonna make another fuckin’ video… just for me to watch.”

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Powerful // J. Todd x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, miners welcome tho as long as ur over 18 u guys rock (haha get it), rough sex, implied consent that is discussed afterwards, degrading talk

Summary: Red Hood is furious at you for not taking orders. He decides to remind you what happens when you disobey.

“You must have a fucking death wish or something,” Red Hood hissed. His gloved fingers wrapped tightly around your upper arms and he slammed your back into the brick wall behind you. Laughing, you tossed your head back to clear your eyes and blinked up at him through the lenses of your mask.

“I was just doing my job, Hood. You were the one who got in my way,” you hummed. Selina, your adoptive mother, had sent you out to retrieve a certain necklace that a local drug lord was coveting, but you chose the same night as the Red Hood’s bust on the ring. Unfortunately for you, your mother held a soft spot for the helmeted hero so you diverted your tactics to aid him in beating back the goons that came pouring in when the first shots rang out.

You had gotten a few knife scrapes and a bullet graze or two, but other than that, you were unscathed. Hood, however, was fuming. The second you two grappled away, he had you cornered on some rooftop where you found yourself now.

“Do you think this is some kind of joke?” he snarled. One of his hands came up to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him, lens to lens. You smirked against his tight grip and shrugged.

“It’s a little funny, don’t you think? Serendipitous, if anything.”

Hood let out a low growl. “I told you to back off. You disobeyed my orders.”

“You don’t order me, bat boy.”

Something in his body tightened, like a coil ready to release and spring into action. His hand tightened minutely before he released your jaw and then the rough leather of his gloves dipped down to stroke against your neck.

“When you’re on my side dealing with the people I deal with, I give you orders and you listen. Or else I’ll cuff you to the fucking doors next time.”

“That a threat?” you taunted, your breath ghosting across the bottom of his mask.

His hand clenched down on your throat and he spun you around in a second, his chest pressing flush against your back. His other hand grabbed the zipper at the base of your throat and yanked down, exposing your skin to the cool night air. He shoved the edges of your catsuit down and then dipped his fingers along your seam.

“Wet,” he mused. “Tell me, kitten, do you get off by beating the shit out of guys twice your size?”

He was clearly waiting for your answer. You shut your eyes and shook your head. His grip released around your throat but he kept it hovering there. Not a warning.

It was a collar.

“Tell me, kitten. What’s got you so worked up?”

“You,” you croaked out. Hood let out a pleased chuckle and then your hands scrabbled at the rough brick and your knees went weak as he slid two fingers inside of you with minimal resistance. The coarse leather pads of his gloves scraped along your inner walls and you whimpered, your head falling back against his shoulder. Tilting your head to the side, you pressed your forehead against the cold metal of his helmet.

He scissored his fingers and then curled them to press against that spongey part in you that had you whimpering and grasping at his wrist in an attempt to gain relief. You pulled your head forward, pressing your throat against his palm and he gave a short squeeze that had your thighs shaking.

“Please,” you mewled. Hood stilled his movements and then pulled away from you, leaving you cold and empty. He stepped back and studied you for a moment.

“On your fucking knees,” he ordered. You complied easily, your knees scraping against the concrete rooftop. Your feet were trapped in between the catsuit that hung around your ankles, trapping you from spreading your legs any farther.

Hood stripped off his gloves, one finger at a time, and shoved them in his pocket before he reached up to unlatch his helmet. A domino mask hid his identity underneath, but you had a chance to see the strong jaw and dark hair that occupied your mind at nights when you dipped two fingers inside of you and came with a muffled cry of his name on your tongue.

He stepped forward and crouched down so you were eye level. His hand came up to cup your chin and he tilted your head side to side. You knew you looked a wreck right with some bruises and a nasty scrape on your cheek when some guy got a lucky hit in.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to lean forward and lap his tongue against your abrasion before he tapped your jaw twice, prompting you to open your mouth. Hood spat into your mouth, a combination of your blood and his spit making your head spin. He crushed his lips to yours, teeth clashing and lips smarting as the two of you battled it out for some semblance of control.

You weren’t stupid. You knew he had you under his hand like a well trained pet.

Hood pulled away and stood, his boots disappearing from sight. You kept your eyes trained forward, knowing what was coming next. You could hear the jingle of his belt being opened and then the zip of his pants.

His hand cupped the back of your head and he shoved you down, your cheek meeting the cold floor below you. You let out a grunt and he soothed your bristled spine with a delicate kiss to your lower back.

And then he was sliding into you in one quick, sharp thrust.

Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry and your nails dug into the pebbled rocks that decorated the roof. He was so fucking big, it felt like he was splitting you apart. God, you were cock drunk on him anytime he took you like this.

Hood wasn’t a gentle lover. He took without gentleness or grace. He bullied his cock into you, opening you up and claiming you as his. His hips snapped against yours, driving his thighs into your ass. Drool dripped out of the corner of your mouth as every thought fled your mind during his brutal fucking.

One of his hands smacked across your ass, leaving a blistering heat behind as tears sprung to your eyes. You let out a quiet cry and he soothed the spot he struck before leaving another hit right after.

“The next time you disobey my orders,” he seethed. “You’re going to remember this. You’re going to remember what your disobedience feels like. Isn’t that right, you little cocksleeve?”

You let out a pathetic little sob and nodded, feeling the gravel dig into your already battered skin. This shouldn’t be so erotic, but you could feel yourself clenching around him with every filthy word he spat into your ear. You could still taste him on your tongue and god, it was heavenly.

“I wonder what those fuckers would think seeing you on your knees and taking my cock like the whore you are. You aren’t so scary like this, aren’t you, kitten? But that would mean letting others see you. Who does this cunt belong to?”

“You,” you whispered. Shame flooded your body at the thought of Gotham knowing that you were simply Red Hood’s whore. All the work and training you had done, resulting in being a glorified fleshlight.

Your cunt pulsed with need and you whimpered, your hand starting to drift down to touch your neglected clit but he grabbed your hand and slammed it down by your head. Hood pinned you now, his cockhead hitting your g-spot with every single thrust. You were close and so was he. In fact, his hips were stuttering to a stop and then he let out a low groan before he spilled into your pussy, hot and warm and filling you with both his milky cum and a burning pleasure at knowing that he chose you to dump his load into.

Hood stayed there for a moment and you could feel his cock twitch between your weeping folds and his breath puff against your cheek. Then he was pulling out of you without ceremony, tucking himself back inside his pants and zipping his tac pants up, and staring down at your arched back and raw ass.

He reached down and swiped a finger through your puffy pussy lips, collecting some of his seed on his skin, before he approached your head. Hood bent down and forced his finger between your drool-soaked lips. You eagerly latched onto the treat he had given you and savored the salty taste of him.

Hood stepped away and then he was gone.

After five minutes, you were able to pull yourself together enough to struggle to your feet and zip your suit back on. Your cunt pulsed with unfinished need as it rubbed against the tight kevlar-spandex fabric and you nearly cried as it pulled across your aching need when you grappled towards the Bowery.

Landing on a different roof, you stumbled as you landed and then beelined for the roof access door. Your boots slid along the slick plastic stairs and you shook your head to clear away the distraction. You could stick your vibrator onto your clit the second you were home and finally get to come apart.

The door to your apartment opened before you could even reach for the handle and two calloused hands pulled you inside. You exhaled in relief and sagged back against the door as your lover locked it and then buried his nose into the crook of your neck. His fingers gently and slowly pulled the zipper down at the front of your suit before slipping three fingers into you.

You grabbed onto his shoulders and moaned as he worked you open, his thumb drawing circles around your clit. He slid his free arm around your waist and encouraged you to let your weight fall against him. Your legs trembled as the tether of pleasure in your gut finally snapped and pleasure shot through your spine. White-hot orgasmic bliss had your eyes rolling back into your head and a heady moan escaped you, his name panting on your lips.

Your lover chuckled as he extracted his fingers and then he lifted them to his mouth, sucking your juices clean off of his skin. You took that time to come back to yourself and study the beautiful man before you. A shock of white hair divided his sea of inky dark curls, but it did nothing to obscure his sharp teal gaze. A smirk tugged at his lips and you were so grateful that he wasn’t wearing a domino right now, giving you a chance to take him all in.

“Was I too rough?” Jason asked as he helped you step out of your boots, leaving you completely bare. He kept his arm around your waist as you limped towards the bedroom, the soreness from the battle and fucking already starting to seep into your muscles.

“It was so fucking hot,” you panted. “And I would have used the safeword if I needed it.”

His lips pressed against your temple, right next to the scrape on your forehead, and he leaned back with a hiss of air escaping his teeth. “Let’s patch you up, sweetheart. You’re sleeping in tomorrow.”

“I’d like to point out that I still got the necklace.”

“And I’d like to point out that I wasn’t fuckin’ kidding. Don’t you dare disobey my orders. I need you safe out there.”

You grimaced as he helped you sit on the closed toilet lid and blinked up at him. Jason cradled your cheek in one of his large palms and your eyes slid shut, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm.

“I know. But you also need to stop doubting me. I can handle myself.”

He let out a grunt and bent down to kiss your forehead. “We’re tabling this argument for later. Can’t stand seeing blood on you.”

Red Hood might be a man who took what he wanted and didn’t care about your pleasure, but Jason Todd loved you with all the softness in the world.

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[st4rfckerz]

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Anakin lay on his bed with his eyes closed, his breathing heavier than usual. He pulled the bedsheets up to his waist, his hands gripping the fabric tightly. His mind was racing, images flashing through his thoughts like a strobe light. And it was all about you. He missed you, he missed your touch, your voice, everything. So, he decided to show you how much he missed you. His hands explored the bed, brushing against his own body, desperate to alleviate the burning ache. His fingers trailed down to his groin, and his breathing hitched.

As he nervously pushed up his silver glasses, Anakin grabbed his phone, opened the camera app, and began to record himself. He positioned it strategically next to him, ensuring it captured every detail of his body sprawled out on the bed. Once he was satisfied with the angle, he leaned back against the pillows, his eyes dropping to the camera. The lens captured his flushed face, the disheveled bed, and the hand that was now making slow, teasing movements. His hand gently squeezed his boxer clad erection and a soft exhale escaped his raw, bitten lips, the cam capturing the erotic display, as he began to slowly stroke himself through the soft, plaid fabric.

He eventually pushed the waistband of his boxers down, revealing his swollen, throbbing erection. The cool air hit his sensitive skin, making him shiver. He resumed his ministrations, stroking himself with renewed vigor. His hips bucked up to meet his hand, his chest heaving with every ragged breath.

Anakin spit into his palm, coating it with saliva. His hand began to move slowly yet deliberately, the wetness providing the slickness he craved. His eyes rolled back, and he let out a soft whimper, the sound barely perceptible in the room. “I miss you, so so much,” The words were soft, a secret only for the camera to hear. “‘need you here with me.”

His hips jerked uncontrollably, his grip on his cock tightening. His breath caught in his throat, and a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. “Please, please, please,” Anakin whispered, his voice trembling as he neared the edge.

His body tensed, and with one final, desperate plea, he let go, his orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him, his body quivering as he rode it out. Anakin lay there, panting and drained. He reaches for his phone and shows the evidence of his release glistening on his stomach with an exhausted chuckle.

“Come home quick, okay? I love you.” The words seemed to carry the weight of all his longing and need.

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Youngest Shadow: Chapter Three, Crash It

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[two] [three] [four]

Today was the day of my 6th Volleyball game out of 14. It’s a Home game.

Every single game has been attended by Jacob, Quil and Embry. Sometimes Sam and Billy. Bella made it to about two. Clearly needing to do her own thing I understood. If I didn’t understand a sport I wouldn’t want to go either.

She makes me sit with her at lunch still, I got kind of close with Angela. She’s cool. She also comes to games but that’s to take pictures, helping with the yearbook committee.

Bella and I walk out of the house together. I see my bike is gone and remembered I had to give it to Jacob for maintenance. Since he offered I was getting it done for free.

It’s also raining so I’m kind of glad I don’t have to choice to ride it. Sometimes the rain drops hurt like a bitch. I lift my hood up, walking behind Bella as we go down the steps. “Great.” She mutters under her breath.

Charlie pulls in with her truck. “Dad I can drive us to school myself.” As we get closer to the bottomed step she slips and falls on her ass. Tripping due to not watching where I was going I go forward.

“You okay, Bells? [Name]?” Charlie climbs out of the truck, helping Bella up and then the both help me. I ripped a new pair of jeans, hissing in pain from my hands I wipe it on my sweater that’s not so new. Luckily I didn’t bleed at all. “Ice doesn’t help the uncoordinated.” Bella frowns at her own joke.

“Clearly.” I groan.

“That’s why I got you new tires.” Charlie points to the red truck. “The other ones were nearly bald.”

“You got me new tires. No one’s ever don’t that before.” Both Charlie and I look at her confused. “I mean… nothing.”

He glances at me, not getting it but he heads to his cruiser.

“I won’t make it to dinner or the game. I’m heading down to Mason County. A security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal.” He explains to us.

“An animal?” Bella asks, confused.

“You’re not in Phoenix anymore, honey. They’ve been hunting it for a week with no luck. Thought I’d lend a hand.” He puts it simply. “Be careful.” We say in unison.

“Always am.”

“And thank you for the tires.”

I’d thought by now they wouldn’t be so awkward with each other but I am very wrong. The tension is so thick it couldn’t even be cut with a knife.

Change of pov

Rain was still hitting hard. Eric and Bella walk together into Biology. She brushes off her coat as he talks. “And yeah, prom committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway and they need a guy to help choose the music. So I need your playlist.” Eric explains but before the girl can respond Mike comes up behind her. “Come on, Arizone. Give it up for the rain.” He shakes his wet baseball cap onto Bella’s head.

“Terrific.” She walks away, ignoring them to get to her seat.

She freezes once she notices Edward. She straightens her posture, striding to the shared table confidently. Dropping her books in front of him, ready to address him but instead he looks up at her and speaks.

“Hello.”

She stops, automatically stunned. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week. My name is Edward Cullen.”

She’s too shocked to respond, she wasn’t expecting him to talk to her. “You’re Bella.” He stares, not questioning.

“I’m… yes.” She finally sits, feeling stupid.

He abruptly moves to the edge of his seat away from her. She’s baffled to say the least, smelling her hair as if she stinks.

“Onion root tip cells! That’s what’s on your slides. Separate and label them into the phases of mitosis. The first partners to get it right win the golden onion!” Mr. Molina holds up a gold spray painted onion but disappointed by the little to no reaction.

“Come on people, tick tock.”

Everyone gets to work. Edward pushes the microscope towards Bella, still keeping a distance.

“Ladies first.” She grabs it defensively and snaps the first slide in, adjusting the lens. “You’ve been gone.”

“Out of town. Personal reasons.” He was curt like her, short with his answers.

“Prophase.” She says, going to remove the slide. “May I look?” She slides the scope to him, he looks into it. “Prophase.”

“Like I said.”

He writes it down on the work sheet. He takes a deep breath, turning to her. “Enjoying the rain?”

“Seriously? You’re asking me about the weather?” She seems offended. “It appears.”

“No, unlike my sister I don’t like the cold, or the wet. Or the grey. Or the parkas. Or the turtlenecks.”

There was a small smile that played on his lips.

He actually seemed interested in what she had to say. He studies her like her sister did to him days ago. But she can’t tell if he despises her or not. “What?”

He shakes his head and turns to the microscope, switching out the slides. She continues to stare at him, appreciating his evident beauty. His cheekbones to his lips.

“Anaphase.” She snaps out of her daze to go back to giving a dry look.

“May I?” She mocks him for before, looking into the lens.

“Anaphase.”

“Like I said.”

They change the slide.

“If you hate the cold and rain, why move to the wettest place in the continental U.S.?” He quizzes her.

“It’s complicated.” Simple answer, but he’s intrigued so he pushes.

“I think I can keep up.” She looks at him quickly then looking away back at the scope. He seems to be paying attention very intently.

“My mother remarried.” Another simple response.

“Very complex. So you don’t like him.” A statement, he doesn’t question himself.

“Phil is fine. Young for her but nice enough.” She tells. “Interphase.”

At the end of school she’s still holding the golden onion. She bumps into Edward on accident. “Why didn’t you stay with your mom and step dad? Or your sister?” He waits patiently for her to say something, studying her like before.

“Alright, Phil’s a minor league baseball player, so he travels a lot. My mother stayed home with me and [Name] but it made her unhappy. And my sister has always been a daddy’s girl. So I decided to spend time with my father too.” She explains everything. “But now you’re unhappy.” He states himself again.

“No I… I just.” She turns away, embarrassed.

Back to You

At the end of the day I stood beside Angela and Jessica. Since our game was today I don’t see a point in going all the way home just to come back to the school.

I watch my sister head for her truck, shivering. Once she got there she looked back, making little eye contact with me and then staring at the Cullens. More specifically, Edward? I think that’s his name if I’m remembering correctly.

Their eyes met then there was a loud screech only getting louder by the second. A van skids out of control, heading right for my older sister.

I felt frozen for a second, running over there immediately. The van comes to a complete stop after spinning out. Like something forcefully stopped it. I didn’t see anything as it had happened so fast. The van had only hit the back of the truck, leaving a dent that was definitely noticeable to the eye.

After milliseconds everyone went berserk, roaring into screams of trying to get help, calling 911.

Mike and Eric yell if she’s okay, I watched Edward who was once at his Volvo now leaving the scene. Wanting to ask him what happened I shake my head, pushing the two boys out of my way. “Bells, Bella?!” I cried out, falling down to her level, feeling the pain in my knees from earlier but ignoring it. I took her into my arms as she was obviously in shock.

I ended up driving her and the boy who crashed into her, Tyler a ride to the hospital.

I told him to shut up on our way there. Even sitting in the room as they got checked up on I sat there glaring at him.

Minutes later, Charlie rushes in. “Bells, are you alright?“

“I’m fine dad, calm down.” She assures gun but it’s not enough. “I’m so sorry Bella. I tried to stop.” Tyler apologizes.

“It’s okay Tyler.” Bella tells him and I scoff. “It sure as hell is not okay.” Charlie says, I nod agreeing. “Dad it’s not his fault.”

“We nearly lost you.”

“But you didn’t.” She says, I pull her into a hug since Dad is glaring at Tyler like I once was. “You can kiss your license goodbye.” He sternly tells the boy and I watch his body falter.

I notice Dr. Cullen approach us and if I didn’t know anything I would’ve thought he was a movie star. I didn’t pay Trenton to what they were talking about. I focused on his face, observing him as he talked. Just like I did with his foster kids. Then I heard Tyler apologizing once again, since I was closest I closed the curtain getting a fist bump from my dad.

“It would’ve been a lot worse if Edward hadn’t knocked me out of the way.” Bella says ignoring dad and I’s antics.

“Edward? Your boy?” Charlie asks only to not get a response.

Dr. Cullen adverts his eyes, I watch Bella press. I’m guessing she knew something that was making him uncomfortable. “It was amazing he got to me so fast. He was nowhere near me.”

The blonde man smiles.

“As long as you’re safe.”

We leave the treatment area. “I just have to sign some paperwork. You better call your mom.” He points to Bella.

“You told her?! She’s probably freaking out!” He just shrugs and walks off.

She pulls her phone out and I laugh, earning an eye roll. Then we both look down the hall, hearing an argument. “Stay here.” She orders as if I was so much younger than her. She gets a little closer to whatever was happening.

Not meaning to but the curiosity getting the best of me I do the same thing.

“This isn’t about you. It’s about all of us.” It was Rosalie. I raise an eyebrow but Dr. Cullen definitely saw Bella, taking Rosalie inside his office.

I sit for a moment, but I see Bella talking to Edward so I just walk the other way, pulling out my phone as I felt it vibrating.

It’s Jacob calling, shit.

I answered it quickly. I forgot all about my Volleyball game that’s in… 35 minutes.

“Hello?” I spoke to,

“Hey, where are you? Are you okay? I heard something about an accident with you and Bella?” He freaks out, i why shush him trying to calm him down.

“Hey, everything is fine. No damage was done. Bella was apart if it but no scratches, just a bump on the head. I’m sorry I should’ve called.” I told him, hugging my self with my open arm.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re both okay, I’m glad shes okay.” He sighs like he had just been holding in a long breath.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything is good. I’m just going to keep watch on Bella for a little. Could you let my coach know what happened. I’m sure she knows but y’know?”

“Totally understand, I will let her know. Call me later tonight?” He sounded hopeful and I smile to myself.

“Of course, I’ll call around 9.” I say

“Can’t wait…”

“Knock it off.”

I was going to ask what he meant by that but I hear the other guys in the background and I laugh.

I hung up, not seeing Bella come up to me, she grabbed my shoulder causing me to jump and almost drop my phone.

“Who was that?”

“Jacob. He asked if we were okay since he went to my game as usual. Seeing I wasn’t there freaked him out.” I take a deep breath through my nose.

“I completely forgot about that. We can still make it.” She says in a hurried tone but I shake my head.

“Coach wouldn’t let me play anyway. There’s no point.” I laugh, putting a hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry.” She frowns.

“No need, you should call mom though.”

She whines to herself, pulling her phone out again.

Charlie walks out and we go outside. I drove the truck home.

Later that night I call Jacob like I told him I would. He tells me about the game since they stayed due to Quil wanting to.

“It would’ve been a better game with you for sure.” He says and I could hear the smile.

“I know, I’m just so amazing.” I brag, playing with my tongue piercing as I hear his laugh.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have boasted your ego.”

“What ego?” I jokingly say.

I look over to my clock, seeing the time and it was already 11:30.

I was surprised Charlie hadn’t come and told me to go to bed.

“Ah, we should go to bed.” I start to say, I heard a small thump from Bella’s room upstairs and I stood up carefully strutting towards the door.

“[Name]?” Jacob calls, I snap out of whatever trance I was in. Not hearing anything else from Bella’s room so I go back to my bed.

“Sorry I got distracted. Goodnight, Jake.” My voice was a little raspy from being tired.

“Goodnight.” He ends up hanging up the phone and I lay back in my bed.

Thinking about everything that happened today.

Chapter three, edited.

[mjwhisperer]

𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞

1983

New York City

Word Count: 11.7k

Tags: Fem!Reader, Writing, Smut, Wet & Messy, creampie, Michael’s big pp, rough seggs, Nipple licking, nipple play, Dirty talk, Finger Sucking, Vaginal Fingering, p in v, oral seggs, married couple, face slapping

The stillness of the suite wrapped itself around you like a comforting shroud, broken only by the faint flicker of a candle across the room. Its soft flame danced on the polished table, casting a warm glow over the rich, dark tones of the space. You lay stretched out on the velvet sofa, your body adorned in a champagne satin nightgown that clung delicately to your curves, the smooth fabric cool against your skin. The scent of cocoa butter and vanilla lingered in the air, a subtle reminder of your evening ritual. Moonlight spilled through the open balcony doors, bathing the room in a pale, ethereal light as it kissed your skin, making the satin shimmer with every subtle movement.

Your journal rested on your thighs, pencil poised between your fingers as you poured your thoughts onto the page, losing yourself in the fantasy of words. “His gaze flickered with a deeper intensity, something raw and unspoken. He sat up slightly, the heat of his body still pressed against yours, hands traveling to the hem of your shirt. With a fluid, practiced motion, he lifted it over your head, the fabric gliding against your skin before it fluttered to the floor. The room’s cool air touched your bare skin, but it lasted only a moment before his hands replaced the chill, warm and possessive, cupping your breasts with deliberate tenderness.” You wrote, the scene in your mind so vivid, so tantalizingly real that it sent a shiver down your spine.

You often wrote in these quiet moments of solitude, documenting your life and desires through another lens, another version of yourself. Michael had no idea you penned these kinds of stories—journals filled with lustful, uninhibited fantasies that captured the intimacy you craved, yet hadn’t fully explored. The pages brimmed with moments you yearned to experience firsthand. Your mind, always a step ahead of reality, danced with ideas too wild to remain unspoken, so you committed them to paper, where they could live freely.

A sigh escaped your lips as you paused, fingers tracing the edge of the journal. Something about tonight’s writing wasn’t sitting right, the words not flowing the way you had imagined. Frustration tugged at the edges of your thoughts. Closing the journal softly, you leaned forward, the cool satin slipping against the cushions as you stretched to blow out the candle. Darkness reclaimed the room for a brief moment before you padded across the suite, fingertips brushing along the wall as you flicked on the lights. The sudden brightness felt harsh after the warmth of the candlelight.

The clock on the wall read midnight, and still, Michael hadn’t returned. He had left early that morning, spending the day with his family, preparing for the tour announcement. He’d stopped by the suite briefly between meetings, giving you a quick kiss and promising to return late. You didn’t mind his absence; in fact, you relished these moments alone. They allowed you to retreat into your own world, a world of words and fantasy—an escape from the whirlwind of fame and expectations that had swept you up after your marriage to Michael.

But even in this quiet, there was a subtle ache, a longing for him to walk through the door, for the stories you wrote to come to life. You glanced down at your journal once more, the pages filled with desires that you wished to share, yet kept secret.

You walked slowly, deliberately, each step bringing you closer to the bedroom you and Michael shared. The air was different here, charged with his presence. His intoxicating cologne still clung to the air, subtle yet unmistakable. It wrapped around you, a phantom touch, making you pause in the doorway to breathe him in deeply, letting the familiar scent fill your senses. You ached for him, more intensely now that you stood in the space where his absence was most profound. But fatigue began to settle in, exhaustion creeping over you like a heavy fog, dragging at your limbs.

With a soft click, you closed the bedroom door behind you, plunging the room into a peaceful, moonlit glow. The silver light spilled through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls and floor, bathing the room in an ethereal stillness. Slowly, you made your way to your side of the bed, setting your journal and pencil down on the nightstand. The thick, white covers felt cool beneath your fingers as you pulled them back, slipping under their weight. The contrast of the crisp linen against the warmth of your skin sent a shiver through you, the sensation drawing you deeper into the arms of sleep. Your eyelids grew heavier, fluttering shut as the last traces of consciousness slipped away.

Even as you drifted into sleep, your mind wandered, drawn back to the stories you had written. You could feel his touch in your dreams, so vivid it sent your pulse racing. His hands ghosted over your skin, the soft press of his lips igniting sparks of heat in your chest. His whispers, low and full of need, echoed in your ears, pulling you deeper into the dream, deeper into the scenes you had created. Each kiss, each caress, felt more real than the last. This was your inspiration, the fuel for those lustful scenes that seemed so distant while awake but came alive in the sanctuary of your mind.

Outside the suite, Michael moved silently down the hotel hallway, his steps muted against the plush carpet. His body was tired, worn from the demands of the day, but his mind was still buzzing, his thoughts on you. He pulled his keycard from his pocket, sliding it into the door with a practiced motion. The door clicked open, and he stepped inside, the quiet of the room greeting him like a familiar embrace. He shut the door gently, locking it behind him with a soft click before calling out into the empty suite.

“Baby?” His voice was low, filled with the weight of the day, but there was a tenderness in it as he looked around, noticing your absence. He kicked off his loafers, sliding them next to your heels, the sight of your shoes sparking a smile. His fingers deftly unbuttoned his sleek Monroe jacket as he crossed the room, heading for the closet. With careful movements, he hung up his jacket, smoothing out the fabric before closing the closet door with a quiet sigh.

“Baby, where are you?” he called again, this time louder, though he already sensed the answer. Silence greeted him, the stillness of the suite confirming what he had suspected—you were asleep.

He flicked off the light in the main room, casting the suite into near darkness, save for the soft light of the moon. As he walked down the hallway toward the bedroom, he unbuttoned his flannel shirt, his fingers moving automatically as he thought of you. Reaching the bedroom door, he paused for a moment, his hand resting on the knob. He twisted it open, stepping inside to find you already asleep, curled under the covers, your breathing soft and even.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, guilt prickling at him for staying out so late. He crossed the room quietly, his eyes softening as he watched you sleep, the peaceful rise and fall of your chest a soothing sight after the chaos of the day. He knelt down beside the bed, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers trailing lightly over your cheek. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice low and full of remorse. His touch lingered for a moment before his gaze drifted to the nightstand.

There it was—your journal, lying innocently on the nightstand, its soft leather cover worn from your fingers grazing it over and over. Michael’s brow furrowed, curiosity igniting within him like a spark catching fire. You had always been private, guarding your thoughts like hidden treasures, sharing only what you chose, leaving the rest locked away. That journal… it had intrigued him for months. The way you clutched it so tightly, as if its contents were too precious to be seen, only fueled his desire to know what was inside. What secrets did it hold? What dreams, what desires had you poured into its pages?

His fingers hovered just above the smooth leather, the temptation gnawing at him. He knew he shouldn’t. But he couldn’t resist. Slowly, he picked it up, the weight of it feeling heavier in his hands than he anticipated. The quiet crackle of the binding filled the room as he carefully opened it, the faint scent of ink and paper wafting up. Thousands of words greeted him—tiny, intricate letters sprawled across the pages, some flowing gracefully, others rushed and jagged, as though written in a fevered state. His eyes roamed over the pages, catching glimpses of dates scattered here and there, some adorned with delicate little hearts—marking nights he recognized, nights filled with passion.

He couldn’t help but smirk, a rush of pride swelling within him as he read the first few lines. The words were vivid, so descriptive they painted entire scenes in his mind. You had never shared this side of yourself with him—your ability to capture emotion and sensation so deeply, so beautifully. It was as though he were discovering a new part of you, one he had never known existed. The detail in your writing stunned him. Each paragraph held him captive, some recounting moments of tender intimacy, others written with a raw, sensual edge that left his breath shallow.

He flipped through the journal, his eyes darting over the passages, heart racing. There were stories that transported him to the nights you had shared together—moments he remembered vividly. Some were soft and romantic, full of slow kisses and whispered words. Others were rough, intense, wild with the kind of passion that left both of you breathless and trembling. He found one that made him pause, a story of your honeymoon. His heart skipped as he read about the balcony—how he had taken you there under the stars, the way you had described the heat of his hands on your skin, the thrill of being outside, exposed to the night.

He could practically feel the cool breeze, smell the salt of the ocean air, and hear the soft crash of waves as he read, transported back to that night. You had captured every detail so perfectly, so vividly, that it was like living it all over again. His pulse quickened as he reached the final few pages, only to find that the last entry was unfinished. Barely a few lines were written. His brow furrowed again, wondering what had stopped you. Had you lost inspiration? Or had sleep claimed you before you could complete the thought?

Michael closed the journal slowly, his thumb tracing the edge of the cover one last time before setting it back down on the nightstand with a soft thud. He glanced over at you, lying peacefully under the covers, your chest rising and falling with the rhythm of sleep. The sight of you—so serene, so beautiful—pulled him in. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering for a moment, breathing you in.

“I’m back,” he whispered, his voice low and soft, just for you.

You stirred at the sound of his voice, your eyelids fluttering open as you blinked into the dim light of the room. The sight that greeted you was the one you had longed for—the warmth of his presence, the familiar silhouette of his frame leaning over you, and those deep brown eyes that always seemed to draw you in, no matter how tired you were.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice tender, a slow smile spreading across his face.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you whispered back, “Hi,” your voice barely above a breath, still heavy with sleep. You shifted slightly under the covers, feeling the warmth of his closeness. “When did you get back?” you asked, blinking the drowsiness from your eyes.

“Not too long ago,” Michael said, his gaze soft, watching you closely. He straightened up slightly, undoing the last few buttons of his flannel shirt, revealing the toned lines of his bare chest beneath. You glanced down, your eyes tracing the familiar curves and muscles of his body, the way the soft light played over his skin. But before your gaze could linger too long, you quickly lifted your eyes back to his, heat creeping up your cheeks.

Michael’s smile grew wider, his eyes twinkling with a familiar mischief that always seemed to surface when he caught you off guard. He had seen the way your gaze had drifted over his chest, and even though you quickly looked away, the effect it had on him was instant. There was something intoxicating about the way you responded to him, even in your sleepy state. That subtle flicker of desire in your eyes, though fleeting, stirred something deep within him. The warmth that surged through his veins was undeniable, and his voice, though soft, was laced with something deeper when he spoke again.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his words carrying the weight of the long day apart, but also a deeper, more primal need. His hand moved almost instinctively, reaching down to gently brush a loose strand of hair from your face. His fingers, rough yet tender, grazed your skin, and the contact sent an involuntary shiver down your spine, the sensation rippling through you like a spark.

Your eyes fluttered closed briefly at his touch, the exhaustion of the day momentarily forgotten. “I missed you more,” you whispered, your voice soft, barely audible in the quiet intimacy of the room. But it was enough. The way your words reached him, full of longing, made Michael’s heart swell with something warm, something electric.

He licked his lips, his gaze flickering briefly from your face to the journal still resting on the nightstand. There was a glimmer of something in his eyes—curiosity, playfulness, and something else you couldn’t quite place. “Need some help?” he asked, his tone teasing yet somehow serious, his voice dipping into that low, husky register that always made you weak.

You furrowed your brow, confused. “What do you mean?” you asked, your voice soft but wary. The way he looked at you, his gaze dipping briefly to the journal, set off a ripple of unease in your chest. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something about his tone had shifted.

“Do you need help?” he repeated, his eyes locked onto yours, his voice steady, though there was an edge of amusement beneath the surface.

The confusion deepened in your expression, your brow knitting together as you sat up a little, pulling the covers away from your body. “Michael, what are you talking about?” you asked, your voice firmer now, laced with frustration. You shifted, sitting up completely, the cool air of the room brushing against your skin as you moved.

Michael’s eyes flicked back to the journal, and then back to you. His gaze lingered there for a moment too long, and that’s when it hit you. Your breath caught in your throat, panic flashing in your eyes as you followed his gaze, realization dawning on you. “Did you go through it?” you asked, your voice rising in disbelief, your heart pounding in your chest.

Michael shrugged, a casual, almost guilty smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know I can’t help myself, doll,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. “Besides, you’ve got, what? Twenty journals? Maybe more? And I’ve never seen a single word from any of them. So, I gotta ask again… do you need help?” His voice lowered slightly, the question carrying a weight that made your pulse quicken.

You let out a deep sigh, frustration mixed with something else—something you didn’t quite want to admit. Reaching over, you grabbed the journal from the nightstand, your fingers brushing over its familiar leather cover as you flipped through the pages. “I do,” you admitted reluctantly, glancing up at him through your lashes. “I’m stuck on this one part, and I—Michael!”

Before you could finish your sentence, he reached out, snatching the journal from your hands with a quickness that took you by surprise. The leather-bound book slipped from your fingers, and Michael closed it with a soft thud, placing it back on the nightstand. His movements were fluid, confident, almost too confident, as though he knew exactly what he was doing.

“You’ve already got the writing part down,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he leaned closer to you, the weight of his presence filling the room. “Do you need my help with the rest?”

Your brow shot up in surprise, confusion flickering across your features once more. “I don’t get what you’re saying, Michael,” you murmured, your voice tinged with curiosity and something else—something that sent a strange thrill down your spine. “I’m confused.”

Michael’s smile deepened, that playful glint in his eyes turning darker, more intense. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “You’re writing about us, aren’t you?” His lips barely grazed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver coursing down your spine. His hand slid gently up your arm, his fingers trailing along your skin, igniting every nerve they touched. “Every scene, every detail…” His voice was a low, seductive rumble now, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, pulling you in.

Your heart raced, your breath catching in your throat as his words sank in. Of course, he knew. How could he not? You had written those stories for him, even if you had never planned to show him. Every intimate moment, every fantasy, every desire—crafted with him in mind. The way he looked at you now, with that mix of hunger and understanding, made your stomach twist in knots.

Michael’s gaze was piercing, darkened with a hunger that sent a tremor through you. His voice, a low whisper that seemed to wrap itself around your senses, was barely audible, but the intent behind it was unmistakable. “Let me help you finish it,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your lips as his fingers gently tilted your chin upward. The subtle pressure of his touch made your pulse quicken, his thumb brushing against your skin in the lightest of caresses. “Let me show you exactly what you’ve been writing about…” His words hung in the air, thick with promise.

Your eyes searched his for a moment, feeling the pull of his presence as the world around you seemed to blur and fade. Everything was him—the heat radiating off his body, the intensity of his gaze, the magnetic force that drew you closer, inch by inch. Your eyes flickered down to his lips as they hovered near yours, and you felt the irresistible pull of him moving in, slowly, deliberately. His other hand found your waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of your nightgown, and the contact sent a spark of anticipation racing down your spine.

“Let me inspire you,” he whispered, his voice low and intimate, the words curling around your thoughts like a seductive whisper in the dark. His hand gently lifted your chin a fraction more, and before you could respond, his lips brushed against yours in the faintest, most tantalizing touch.

Then he kissed you—slowly at first, but with a growing intensity that left no room for doubt. His lips, warm and smooth, moved against yours, soft yet commanding, drawing you deeper into the moment with every passing second. The taste of him was intoxicating, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours as the kiss deepened. Your body responded instinctively, your lips moving in sync with his, matching his rhythm, as the kiss grew hotter, more urgent.

His hand slid from your waist, traveling slowly up the curve of your body, tracing the familiar lines with a possessive touch that made your skin tingle. The strength in his grip was unmistakable—large, powerful hands that knew every inch of you, knew exactly where to touch to make you arch beneath him. His fingers squeezed you in all the right places, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips as he lowered you back onto the bed, your body sinking into the softness of the sheets. The sensation of his touch was electric, his hands firm yet gentle, each caress deliberate, teasing, as if he was savoring the feel of you beneath his fingertips.

The kiss deepened further, the heat between you intensifying as his tongue slid against yours, teasing, exploring. The wet sound of your lips moving together filled the room, mingling with the soft rustling of the sheets as you shifted beneath him. Every brush of his lips, every stroke of his tongue, sent a surge of heat pooling low in your belly, making your breath hitch as the moment stretched on.

Michael’s hands moved lower, trailing down to your thighs, gripping them firmly as he positioned himself between your legs. His touch was possessive, his fingers tightening around your skin as he slowly pushed your nightgown higher, the fabric bunching up around your hips, revealing the soft curve of your bare skin beneath. The cool air hit your exposed flesh, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from his body, and you felt your pulse quicken, anticipation coiling tight in your chest.

His lips broke away from yours, only to trail down to your jaw, placing slow, deliberate kisses along your skin. The sensation was almost torturous—the softness of his lips, the heat of his breath, the way his tongue flicked out to taste you, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He kissed his way down your neck, his lips moving with a languid, teasing rhythm, lingering in all the right places. When his mouth found the sensitive spot at the base of your throat, he sucked lightly, his teeth grazing your skin, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Michael…” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as you tilted your head to the side, giving him full access. The sound of your voice, soft and filled with need, seemed to spur him on. His lips moved lower, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to trace the delicate line of your bone, each touch sending shivers racing down your spine.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed as he pressed himself against you, his body a solid weight that anchored you in place. The rough denim of his jeans brushed against your sensitive skin, the pressure of his growing arousal evident as he pressed harder, the heat of him seeping through the fabric. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure straight through you, making you gasp as your body instinctively arched toward him, craving more.

Michael’s lips hovered near your ear, his warm breath grazing your skin, each word laced with thick desire. “I want to feel all of you,” he whispered, his voice low and rough, igniting something deep inside you. His hands roamed your body with a slow, deliberate pace, every touch sending sparks of heat rippling through your skin, lighting every nerve aflame. You could feel the weight of his presence pressing against you, a heavy, intoxicating heat that had you teetering on the edge of something that felt both inevitable and all-consuming.

Unable to resist, you ground your hips against him, the friction delicious as you pressed more firmly into his body. Michael’s hands trailed down to your waist, his grip firm and possessive as he reached for the hem of your nightgown. With one smooth motion, he pulled the fabric up and over your head, the cool air rushing over your now-bare skin as his gaze drank you in. His eyes darkened with admiration, his voice barely a whisper as he murmured, “So beautiful…”

His lips descended on the middle of your chest, pressing warm, tender kisses along your skin. His hands followed the curve of your body, gliding up your stomach until they reached your breasts, cupping them in both hands. His thumbs moved in slow circles, teasing your nipples, coaxing soft gasps from your lips. You watched him, mesmerized by the way his hands seemed to worship every inch of your body. His kisses continued, traveling lower down your stomach, his tongue flicking out to leave a wet, heated trail that made your skin tingle with anticipation.

When his mouth finally found your breast, you sucked in a breath, your body arching slightly as his warm tongue replaced his thumb. He circled your nipple with slow, deliberate licks, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud before taking it into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth, coupled with the gentle tug of his lips, sent a shudder of pleasure through you. He sucked lightly, then harder, his tongue flicking back and forth in a steady rhythm that made your head spin.

You watched him through half-lidded eyes, unable to look away from the way his lips moved against you. His tongue swirled around your nipple, then flicked it back and forth, the sensation so intense you could feel every wet stroke of his tongue. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, nibbling just enough to send jolts of pleasure shooting through your core.

“Oh, God, Michael,” you moaned softly, your voice shaky with need.

He hummed in response, the vibration against your skin adding another layer of sensation. His hand squeezed your breast more firmly as he continued to flick his tongue slowly, sensually, drawing out your pleasure until you felt like you might burst from the tension building inside you. You met his gaze, watching the way his lips wrapped around your nipple, the way his tongue teased and tasted, each flick and nibble driving you further into a haze of desire.

He moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention, his lips warm and wet as he sucked the nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, each stroke steady and deliberate, his saliva coating your skin as he lavished it with the same slow, torturous care. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, his touch both teasing and satisfying, his pace slow enough to make you ache for more.

Your pulse quickened, each beat of your heart in sync with the heat building between your thighs. Every movement of Michael’s hands and mouth sent waves of desire coursing through you, his kisses lingering on your skin, his touch deliberate, as though he knew exactly how to keep you teetering on the edge of pleasure. His lips, warm and wet, left a trail of heated bliss across your chest, your stomach, down your body. Each flick of his tongue, every gentle nibble and graze, was a deliberate tease, designed to make you crave more. And it was working.

Your breath was coming in shallow, uneven gasps, your chest rising and falling rapidly with the anticipation, the tension building to a fever pitch inside you. It was as though your entire body was attuned to him, each nerve alight and buzzing with the promise of release. Michael’s mouth trailed lower, the heat of his breath skimming over your skin until he reached your core. His eyes darkened at the sight of how wet you were, his gaze locked on your arousal, as if savoring the evidence of your need.

He grabbed your legs and gently pinned them back, folding you into yourself as he positioned your knees against your chest. His voice was low, intimate as he murmured, “Think you can hold them?”

You nodded, your hands sliding to the back of your knees, gripping them tightly, your pulse thrumming in your ears.

Michael ran his fingers down the slick heat of your slit, his touch feather-light, but enough to make you shudder. “So wet…” he whispered, his voice filled with awe as he spread your folds, his thumb finding your clit with precise ease. His thumb circled it slowly, teasingly, drawing out the tension building inside you as he watched your reaction with dark, hungry eyes. Your brows furrowed as pleasure coursed through you, your hips twitching in response to his touch.

He raised his hand to his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours as he licked each finger clean, tasting you with a slow, deliberate flick of his tongue. The sight of him savoring you sent a fresh wave of arousal surging through you, your body trembling in anticipation.

Michael coated his fingers with saliva before sliding them back between your folds, his movements teasingly slow. He eased his middle and ring finger into your entrance, the sudden stretch making you gasp, your walls immediately clenching around him. His free hand pressed down on your thigh, holding you in place as his fingers began to move inside you with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke designed to drive you wild.

Your arousal slicked his fingers, dripping down into the palm of his hand as he pumped them in and out of you. He watched your face intently, his gaze unwavering as your lips parted in breathless whispers of his name. The sight of you coming undone beneath him, your body writhing in pleasure, only fueled his desire.

His fingers curled just right, finding that sweet spot deep inside you that made your vision blur, your breath catch. Your head fell back against the pillow, a moan slipping from your lips as he hit that perfect angle over and over again. “You like that, baby?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

“Yes,” you gasped, your legs shaking as you struggled to hold them steady.

Michael’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he lowered his head, his mouth finding your folds. His tongue flicked out, teasing your clit with quick, light strokes, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You moaned, louder this time, unable to contain the surge of heat that shot through you.

His tongue danced over your clit, his fingers still working you relentlessly, each thrust perfectly timed with the flick of his tongue. He hummed against you, the vibration adding to the intense pleasure already building in your core. He sucked on your folds, pulling your lips into his mouth, the wet sound echoing in the quiet room, so obscene and delicious.

Michael pulled back for a moment, his eyes roaming over your swollen, red folds before he spread them open again, exposing your clit. Without hesitation, he sucked it into his mouth, his lips wrapping around the sensitive nub as he flicked his tongue over it at a maddening pace. His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, the wet sounds of your arousal only spurring him on.

You could feel that familiar, tight burn building in your belly, the tension coiling tighter and tighter as Michael pushed you closer to the edge. Your walls clenched around his fingers, slick with arousal, so tight that you felt like you could snap at any moment. His tongue worked faster, his fingers curling deeper, hitting that spot again and again until your body trembled uncontrollably.

You bit down on your bottom lip, your breath coming in ragged gasps as your release teetered on the brink. Michael looked up at you, his dark, seductive eyes locking with yours, his gaze pulling you in, drowning you in the intensity of the moment. “Michael, I’m going to—” you started, your voice faltering as the pleasure became too much.

Before you could finish, the orgasm crashed over you, your moans filling the room as your body convulsed beneath him. Your release flooded his hand, a milky sheen coating his fingers as you called out his name, your back arching off the bed. The pleasure was overwhelming, every nerve in your body alight, your senses overloaded by the intensity of it all.

Michael didn’t stop. His tongue continued its relentless assault on your sensitive clit, flicking over it in maddening circles. Each stroke sent another surge of pleasure through your already trembling body, your legs feeling as if they might give out from the intensity. Every nerve was alive, every part of you burning with the overwhelming sensation he was drawing out from deep within. You gasped his name, the sound raw and breathless, as you surrendered completely to the bliss.

Slowly, his fingers slipped from inside you, leaving behind an aching emptiness that only heightened the throbbing between your thighs. But he didn’t stop, his mouth still working you with an almost torturous precision, sucking and flicking at your swollen clit, his lips glistening with the evidence of your arousal. As he moved, his hand, drenched in your juices, slid up your body, fingers brushing against your lips. Without hesitation, you opened your mouth, taking them in, tasting yourself on him. The salty sweetness of your arousal mixed with the faint taste of him, sending a fresh wave of desire through you.

God, he was so filthy, so unashamedly nasty in the way he claimed every part of you. And you loved it.

His mouth released your clit with a final, slow suck, the soft pop of his lips leaving a trail of wetness dripping down his chin, his eyes locked on yours with a dark, hungry satisfaction. You moaned softly, still coming down from the high, your body feeling like liquid, every muscle relaxed in the aftermath of the orgasm he had so expertly drawn out of you.

With a gentle tug, he removed your hands from the back of your knees, lowering your legs from their pinned position. They hung loosely over the edge of the bed, trembling slightly as you caught your breath. Michael watched you with a quiet intensity, letting you have that moment to come down, to feel the lingering pleasure still humming through your veins.

Once your breathing steadied, Michael extended a hand, pulling you effortlessly to your feet. His grip was firm yet gentle as he led you, step by step, backward until he sat down in the leather armchair across the room. The smooth leather creaked under his weight, and you stood there for a moment, gazing down at him, the room filled with the heavy scent of sex.

His arousal was undeniable, straining beneath the fabric of his jeans, the heat of it palpable even before you touched him. With a slow, deliberate movement, you sank down onto your knees, the soft rug cushioning your legs as you knelt before him. Your hands slid up the length of his thighs, feeling the hard muscle beneath the denim, your fingers brushing over the bulge that begged for release. He twitched under your touch, his breath hitching as you moved your hands to his belt.

The sound of the buckle being undone echoed in the room, metallic and sharp in contrast to the otherwise silent atmosphere filled only with your shared heavy breathing. You pulled the belt free, tossing it aside without care, your focus entirely on the task ahead. Slowly, you unbuttoned his jeans, each pop of the buttons adding to the growing tension between you. His fingers slid through your hair, brushing against your scalp as he watched you, his dark eyes half-lidded, burning with desire.

The sound of the zipper coming undone was loud in the otherwise quiet room, and your fingers trembled with anticipation as you pulled his jeans down over his hips, revealing the hard, toned lines of his legs. You tugged them down further, finally freeing him from the confines of the fabric, tossing them aside where they landed in a crumpled heap.

Your eyes were drawn back to the straining bulge in his briefs, the white linen barely containing his hardened length. With a teasing smile, you hooked your fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled them down, watching as his thick, dark shaft began to emerge, the skin taut and smooth, the tip glistening with anticipation. His cock sprang free, resting heavily against his stomach, the weight of it making your mouth water with desire.

You pulled the briefs all the way off, adding them to the pile of discarded clothes scattered across the room. Michael spread his legs wider, inviting you to settle between them. Your eyes roamed over his shaft, thick and veiny, the dark skin stretched tight over the hardness beneath, the tip flushed a deep, tempting pink. His shaft was perfect, heavy, and uncut, the curve of it something you adored, something that always made you shiver with anticipation.

Michael watched you, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as you admired him. He knew the effect he had on you, knew how much you loved the sight of him like this—so ready, so hard for you. He held out his hand, palm open, and without a word, you leaned forward, spitting into his hand, watching as he wrapped his fingers around his length, stroking himself slowly. The slick sound of his hand moving over his shaft was intoxicating, his veins pulsing beneath his grip as he exposed the swollen head, the tip peeking out, a bead of pre-cum glistening in the dim light.

“You want it?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, as he waved his length back and forth, the thick shaft brushing against your lips. Your eyes followed the motion, unable to tear your gaze away, your breath catching in your throat.

“Yes, Michael,” you whimpered, your voice barely more than a plea.

He moved closer to the edge of the chair, his length inches from your face, the heat of it radiating toward you. “Take what you need, baby,” he murmured, his tone soft but commanding. “Inspire yourself.”

With a soft smile tugging at your lips, you bit down gently, your teeth grazing the tender flesh as your hand reached up to wrap around the base of his thick length. Your fingers stretched, barely managing to encircle him, the girth of him too much for your small hands. But that only fueled your desire, the ache of wanting to take all of him coursing through you as your gaze locked on his. Slowly, you leaned forward, parting your lips to press a soft, teasing kiss against the tip of his swollen shaft. The salty sweetness of his pre-cum tingled on your tongue, igniting your senses, making your body tremble with anticipation as you prepared to take him deeper.

“Go ahead, baby,” Michael whispered, his voice low and husky. His hand moved through his hair, pushing the dark curls away from his face, his eyes never leaving yours. The heat of his gaze made your skin burn, and you stroked him slowly, your hand sliding over the slick, hot skin, exposing the swollen tip even more.

You flicked your tongue out, rolling it lightly against his sensitive tip, and a heavy gasp fell from his lips, his chest rising and falling as he watched you intently. His reaction spurred you on, each swirl of your tongue drawing a deeper moan from him. You teased him with slow, deliberate licks, circling the tip, savoring the musky taste of him mixed with the salty precum that lingered on your tongue.

Slowly, you took more of him into your mouth, inch by inch, the stretch of your lips around his thickness almost too much to handle. His length filled you completely, and as you descended, your lips slid over every ridge, every pulsing vein, particularly that thick vein running along the underside of his shaft, pressing firmly against your tongue.

Michael’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched you go deeper, his breaths coming faster, his chest rising and falling with each one. The small, delicate gags that escaped your throat were music to his ears as you reached the base of him, your lips stretched impossibly wide to accommodate his size. You paused there for a moment, savoring the fullness, the way he felt in your mouth before pulling back up, your lips trailing up his length as you sucked softly, just halfway. You bobbed your head in slow, steady motions, letting your tongue slide against his shaft with every descent.

Your eyes never left his, not for a second. His gaze was locked on you, burning with raw desire as he watched the way you worked him. He looked so damn fine like this, sitting back in the chair, his jaw clenched, his brow furrowed from the pleasure you were giving him. He was helpless under your touch, completely at your mercy, and you loved every second of it.

As you continued to suck him, letting your saliva coat every inch of his shaft, you could feel the wetness dripping down to your hand, pooling at the base of his cock and slipping down to the leather chair beneath him. Your hand moved with your mouth, stroking his base, the slickness of your saliva making the glide effortless.

Michael never tore his eyes away from you, his brow furrowed even deeper as his pleasure built, the sensations overwhelming him. His breathing grew heavier, his lips parting with soft groans, his thick length twitching in your mouth as the veins beneath his skin pulsed rhythmically against your lips.

You took him all the way back down to the base again, the pressure against your throat making you gag lightly, but you held him there, savoring the fullness, the weight of him pressing against your tongue. His hand rested gently on your head, fingers brushing through your hair, but he didn’t push. He didn’t force you to move, didn’t thrust himself deeper. He wanted you to take your time, to inspire yourself, to work him in your own way.

“God…” Michael breathed, his voice ragged, filled with need. His eyes stayed on you, even though his body trembled, every muscle tense with restraint. You could feel how badly he wanted to take control, but he was giving you the reins, letting you lead him to the edge.

You moved back up to his tip, letting your saliva build up even more, coating his shaft in a glistening layer that dripped down onto the leather seat beneath him. With your other hand, you wrapped around his base, still unable to fully hold him in both hands, but the pressure of your grip and the slickness of your spit made the slide easier. You bobbed your head in a steady rhythm, sucking him deeply, your moans vibrating against his length, each sound sending shivers through his body.

Michael started to thrust gently into your mouth, just enough to match your rhythm, but not enough to overwhelm you. His hips rolled in a slow, measured motion, and his voice dropped to a low growl. “Just like that, baby… God, you look so pretty with me in your mouth.” His voice was thick with pleasure, each word dripping with lust. “Those pretty lips, stretching around me… mhm, look at that.”

A hiss slipped from his lips as you squeezed him a little tighter, your hand twisting slightly as you stroked him, and the veins along his shaft pulsed harder against your touch. “Fuck…” he breathed, throwing his head back, his hair falling in loose curls over his forehead as he surrendered to the pleasure.

You smiled against him, knowing just how responsive his body was, how easily he could fall apart under your touch. His muscles tensed, and his thighs quivered slightly as you kept working him, your hands and mouth moving in perfect harmony. You knew exactly how to drive him to the brink, to tease him with just enough restraint before letting him spill over into release.

God, he was so close. You could feel it in every twitch of his body, every ragged breath that escaped his lips. He was so responsive, every nerve in his body attuned to your touch. Watching him like this—completely undone beneath you, his control slipping with every stroke—sent a rush of power through you. He was yours, utterly and entirely, just waiting for that final push to send him over the edge.

Your hand continued its steady, deliberate rhythm along his slick, throbbing length. Each stroke was met with a soft gasp, his hips jerking slightly, unable to keep still. Your lips wrapped around his sensitive tip, sucking gently, knowing just how vulnerable he was there, how that spot could unravel him in an instant. You could taste how close he was—the salty essence of him leaking onto your tongue, a promise of what was about to spill out. You could feel his desperation, the way he strained beneath you, his body teetering on the edge of release.

“Shit, baby, I’m close,” Michael ground out through clenched teeth, his jaw tight, the muscles in his neck straining as he fought to hold on.

You picked up the pace, your strokes becoming faster, more insistent. Your tongue still moved slowly around his tip, teasing him, feeling it throb against your lips as his length twitched in your hand. His grip on your hair tightened, his fingers tangling in the strands as he struggled to keep control. But it was slipping, and you knew it. He was right there, right on the brink.

“Fuck, I’m about to—” His words cut off in a strangled groan as his body tensed all at once.

With a deep, guttural moan, Michael’s body convulsed, his thick, warm seed spurting into your mouth in hot, powerful waves. It hit the back of your throat, filling your mouth instantly, the sheer force of it making you gag lightly. He groaned loudly, his hand pushing your head down, forcing you to take more, to swallow him whole as he came undone. His cum filled your mouth so completely that it began to spill out, dripping from the corners of your lips and sliding down his shaft, thick and warm.

Even as you pulled away, you kept stroking him, your hands slick with his release, your fingers gliding easily over his still-hard length. His seed coated your hands, dripping down in thick, sticky ropes. You giggled softly at the sight, your lips curving into a teasing smile as you bit down on your bottom lip, unable to resist the playful urge. “Look at that,” you murmured, your voice soft, almost a purr.

One last drop leaked from his tip, landing squarely on your cheek, warm and wet. Michael sat back in the chair, completely spent, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His body was spent, muscles trembling, but the hunger in his eyes said otherwise. Both of you knew this wasn’t over. Not yet.

You licked your hands, tasting his warm seed on your tongue, savoring the salty sweetness. Your tongue slid along his shaft, licking up the remnants of his release, not wanting to waste a single drop. Even now, his cock remained hard, twitching lightly with each flick of your tongue.

His body jerked slightly as you licked up every last drop, the overstimulation sending shivers through him. His abs tensed beneath your touch as you ran your hand up his stomach, feeling the hard ridges of muscle beneath your fingers. His breathing was still heavy and ragged, each breath coming out in short bursts.

“Want to give me more?” you asked teasingly, your lips brushing against his skin as you spoke, your voice dripping with playful seduction.

Michael chuckled softly, though his voice was still thick with desire. “You know I can go all night, don’t start,” he warned, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You stood up, a teasing smirk on your face as you turned to walk away, but before you could take more than a step, Michael’s hand shot out, grabbing you by the waist. In one swift motion, he pulled you onto his lap, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you in place. His still-hard shaft pressed against you, hot and insistent beneath the thin fabric between you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “We’re not finished here… you still have a couple more paragraphs to finish.”

His hand slid up your body, fingers tracing the curve of your waist before coming to rest around your neck, his grip firm but gentle as he pulled you closer. His lips hovered just inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

You looked back at him, your eyes locking onto his, the tension between you crackling in the air like static. Your gaze flickered down to his lips, so close, so tempting. His hand tightened slightly around your neck, pulling you closer still until your lips brushed against his in the softest, most tantalizing of kisses.

You leaned in, closing the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a deep, hungry kiss. The moment your lips touched, the world fell away, leaving only the heat between you. The kiss was slow at first, but it quickly turned desperate, both of you lost in the sensation, moaning softly into each other’s mouths. You could taste him—his release still lingering on your tongue, mixed with the heat of the kiss. Michael didn’t mind. He never did.

The kiss deepened, turning sloppier with every passing second, your lips swollen and slick from the shared hunger between you. His tongue slid against yours, tangling in a way that sent jolts of pleasure sparking through your body. The heat radiating off both of you was unbearable, suffocating in the best way as your bodies pressed closer. His grip on your neck tightened slightly, the pressure not painful but enough to make your heart race wildly. You could feel the pulse pounding beneath your skin, an intoxicating sensation as you surrendered completely to him, lost in the moment, craving more.

The ache between you both was growing, a desperate need building with every second that passed. Michael pulled away from the kiss, your lips parting with a wet, breathless sound, a thin string of saliva still connecting your mouths. His dark eyes flickered with lust as he glanced down at you, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. Without a word, he raised his hand and brought it lightly across your face, the sting so slight but enough to make your body shudder. Your eyes fluttered closed for a brief second, the rush of submission filling your veins as a slutty smile appeared on your lips.

“You want to sit on it, baby?” Michael’s voice was a low, rough growl, the words dripping with desire.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you nodded eagerly, a soft moan escaping you. You could barely wait, the throbbing between your thighs growing unbearable. Michael’s hands left your neck, moving down to grip your hips with a firm hold as he effortlessly lifted you. His touch was possessive, commanding, making you feel completely at his mercy. You turned your head back, your eyes lingering on him as you reached between your bodies, your fingers wrapping around his thick, pulsing shaft.

You brushed the swollen head of his length against your slick folds, teasing him by dragging it back and forth along your entrance. The sensation made your breath hitch, the pressure of him against your clit sending a wave of pleasure shooting through your core. “Fuck…” you murmured under your breath, your voice a soft moan as you continued the slow, torturous teasing.

Michael groaned in response, his hand running up and down your back, the muscles in his arms tense with restraint. “Go ahead, baby,” he whispered, his voice husky as his breath ghosted over your skin. “Take it.”

Your body trembled with anticipation as you positioned him at your entrance, the thick head of his shaft pressing against your opening. Slowly, you began to ease down, each inch stretching you more, filling you so completely it felt like you could barely handle it. Your breath came out in a shaky gasp as your tight walls gripped him, the sensation overwhelming.

“Oh God…” you moaned, your voice quivering as you felt him sink deeper into you, inch by inch. The stretch was intense, your body struggling to adjust to his size, but the pleasure was unlike anything else. Each movement sent sparks of electricity up your spine, making your toes curl.

Michael leaned forward, bending you slightly as his eyes locked onto the sight of you taking him in. His hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he watched intently. “Go deeper, baby,” he urged, his voice low and rough with desire. “I know you can take it.”

You whimpered in response, your brow furrowing as the fullness made your body quiver. “It’s so thick…” you whispered breathlessly, your voice barely more than a soft whine as you tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation.

Michael chuckled softly, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “I know, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he watched you. “You can take it… take it all if you want to.”

With a strained moan, you finally sank all the way down, feeling his entire length buried deep inside of you. It was almost too much, the way he filled you so completely, but it was perfect in its intensity. Every nerve in your body was alight with pleasure, your breath coming out in shallow pants as you struggled to hold onto the sensation.

Michael’s grip on your hips tightened even more as he slowly began to guide your movements, lifting you up and then pulling you back down onto him. The slow, steady rhythm was torturous in its intensity, every inch of him dragging against your walls as your slick heat enveloped him. Your hands reached back, gripping onto his thighs for support as your body trembled from the pleasure.

“Mhm, Michael,” you moaned, your voice strained as your brows knitted together. He was so big, so thick, and every thrust felt like it was driving you closer to the edge, your body unable to take much more.

“Put your feet in the seat, baby,” Michael instructed, his voice low and commanding as he adjusted you.

Carefully, you shifted, placing your feet on the seat beneath you, your body hovering just above him as you adjusted to the new angle. He was still buried deep inside of you, the change in position causing you to let out a sharp gasp as the sensation intensified. Your hands moved to the armrests of the chair, your body now positioned so close to his chest, yet you held yourself up, trembling with every subtle movement.

Michael pressed his head against your shoulder, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered in your ear. “Look at that…” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration as he watched himself slide in and out of you, his shaft glistening with your arousal.

The slow, deliberate thrusts were agonizingly perfect, each one sending a fresh wave of pleasure through your body as his length coated itself in your slick heat. “You take me so good, baby,” he breathed, his voice a low, approving whisper that made your heart race. “Such a good girl…”

His grip tightened, firm and commanding, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he took full control of your movements. His possessiveness radiated through every touch, each motion deliberate as he guided you to ride him exactly how he wanted. Your bodies met with perfect rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your core, tightening the coil of pressure that built with every second. The slick, wet sounds of your connection filled the room, amplifying the heat and intensity between you as your arousal dripped down his length, pooling beneath you in a messy sheen.

“It feels so good, Michael,” you whimpered softly, your voice barely audible between the desperate moans escaping your lips. Your eyebrows knitted together in a mix of pleasure and strain as you struggled to keep yourself grounded while he unraveled you completely.

Michael leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek, soft but heated. “I know, baby,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot in your ear. “What else do you want to put in those naughty stories of yours?” His voice was a low, teasing growl, the words wrapped in wicked intent.

A shiver ran down your spine, and all you could manage was a helpless moan in response, your mind too fogged with bliss to form a coherent answer. But both of you knew — this moment, this raw passion, would be written into your journal later, like every other fantasy that you and Michael had brought to life. It was just another story in the collection you could never keep secret, not with him.

With a swift movement, Michael’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you up against his chest in one smooth motion. His length stayed buried deep inside of you, the connection unbroken as he stood to his feet, lifting you effortlessly. Your back pressed against the hard planes of his chest, his heartbeat pounding through your skin as he turned both of you around. His lips brushed against your neck, but there was no pause in his motions — he set you down on the chair on all fours, your body arched perfectly, just the way he liked it.

The angle opened you up to him completely, making you gasp as you felt the fullness of his length slide back into you with agonizing precision. You whined, your body trembling beneath him, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure straight through you. Michael’s pace was steady but relentless, his hips snapping forward as your body smacked back against him. The sharp recoil of your skin meeting his echoed in the room, adding to the erotic symphony of wet, desperate sounds.

Michael’s eyes locked onto where your bodies met, watching the way your arousal coated him, the slickness of it making each thrust glide smoother. He needed more. Despite how wet you were, his greed for more of you drove him further. His mouth parted, and with a low groan, he let a drop of his saliva fall down onto his shaft, watching it drip and mix with your wetness, working into you with each thrust, making it even more intense.

“Michael, don’t stop,” you moaned, your voice shaky and breathless, your body trembling as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

He growled low in his throat, his hand reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair, wrapping the strands tightly around his fingers. He yanked your head back, the pull making your body arch even more, forcing you to open up further for him. “I won’t stop,” he whispered darkly into your ear, his breath ragged. “Not until you get a full story, baby.”

A loud, helpless moan ripped from your throat as his words sent another wave of desire crashing through you. You tried to push back against him, to match his pace, but Michael wasn’t having it. His grip tightened, and his pace changed, faster, more intense. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, his hips snapping against your ass with such force that it made your entire body shudder.

The thrusts came harder, deeper, each one knocking the breath from your lungs. You pressed your face into the seat, muffling your moans as you tried to hold on, but it was impossible. Michael’s pace was relentless, the sensation of him driving into you was too much, and you could feel yourself unraveling with every thrust.

“Fuck,” Michael gritted through his teeth, his voice thick with strain, every syllable drenched in the raw intensity of the moment. His eyes locked onto the sight before him, mesmerized by how your body responded to him, your arousal gleaming on his length with every deep thrust. The creamy sheen coated him entirely, heightening each movement as he drove into you. You were so tight, so wet—every inch of you pulling him deeper, making it impossible for him to slow down, not that he wanted to. He couldn’t get enough.

Your hand reached back in a desperate attempt to steady yourself, but Michael wasn’t having it. Without a word, he released your hair, his grip shifting to your arm, grabbing it firmly and twisting it behind your back. In one swift motion, he pinned it against the small of your spine, arching you deeper into the seat. The new angle made your stomach press flat against the chair, your chin sinking into the cushion as his thrusts grew harder. He slammed into you with a rhythm that was relentless, each movement sending heavy groans from his lips and loud, breathless moans from yours.

The pressure in your belly was building, that familiar burn growing tighter and tighter with every thrust. The ache in your core was so close to release, yet still so maddeningly far. Michael knew it too. He could feel your body tightening, your walls clenching around him, pulsing with need as you teetered on the edge. With every stroke, he was bringing you closer, pushing you toward that inevitable climax that had been creeping up on you from the start.

“Michael, I’m so close,” you moaned, your voice hoarse and desperate, barely able to hold back the sob of pleasure rising in your throat. Your body trembled beneath him, and your toes curled so tightly you thought they might cramp.

“Me too, baby,” he groaned, his voice strained as he pushed harder into you, sweat dripping down his forehead, falling in rivulets across his face. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he worked his body faster, more determined, his cock brushing that spot deep inside you with precision, the one spot that drove you absolutely insane. Each time he hit it, your body convulsed, and you could feel yourself unraveling at his mercy.

You bit down on your lip, trying to muffle the scream threatening to escape, but it was no use. The tension in your belly coiled tighter until it snapped, and with a final thrust, Michael sent you over the edge. Your body convulsed, trembling violently as wave after wave of your release crashed through you. Your walls clenched and spasmed around him, squeezing his cock as your arousal gushed over him, coating him in slick warmth. You could feel everything—the way your body held him inside, the way your orgasm pulsed through every inch of your skin.

Michael wasn’t far behind. The sensation of your release gripping him so tightly, combined with the sounds of your pleasure, pushed him past his breaking point. His grip on your arm and waist tightened, his fingers pressing into you with bruising force as his hips bucked uncontrollably.

With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself inside you one final time, releasing deep into your core. His body twitched as his cum spilled out in thick, hot spurts, filling you completely. His moans were desperate, your name falling from his lips in a low, ragged whisper as his cock throbbed within you, his seed seeping out and dripping onto the leather chair beneath with a wet thud.

Michael collapsed on top of you, his body spent and heavy, his breath hot against your neck as he tried to catch it. Your limbs trembled beneath him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still making you shudder as you both lay there, tangled and exhausted. His arms wrapped loosely around your waist, holding you close even as his weight pressed into you.

Both of you were too drained to move, limbs heavy with the weight of exhaustion, but the quiet that settled over the room felt intimate, almost sacred. The aftermath of your shared pleasure clung to the air, thick and heady, and you lay there, basking in it. It was clear as day—a new story had just been written, etched into your mind with every kiss, every breathless moan, every sensation that still lingered. You knew it wouldn’t be the last, and neither did Michael.

As the silence wrapped around you both, Michael finally sat up, his broad chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. His skin glistened with sweat, tiny droplets rolling down his neck, his breathing heavy and labored, but his eyes remained on you. Slowly, he eased himself out of you, the soft, wet sound of his withdrawal making you whimper. His gaze darkened, a mixture of pride and desire swirling in his eyes as he watched your shared release seep out, coating your thighs and dripping onto the leather seat.

“Fuck… look at you,” Michael murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he cupped your cheek gently, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your lips. “You’re so perfect. Every damn time.”

You whimpered at the emptiness, your body trembling slightly as the cool air hit your overheated skin. Michael’s lips brushed against your jaw, his breath warm and ragged. “I’ll be right back, baby,” he whispered softly, the kiss lingering a moment longer before he stood.

His length was still semi-hard, glistening with the evidence of your union as he crossed the room, every step deliberate, his muscles taut beneath his skin. He disappeared into the bathroom, the faint sound of running water filling the air, grounding you in the silence that had settled between you.

When he returned, the washcloth was warm and damp in his hand. He knelt down beside you, his touch gentle and deliberate as he began to clean you. The soft fabric glided between your sensitive folds, wiping away the thick remnants of his release. His fingers lingered for just a second longer than necessary, tracing your skin with reverence.

“You always make such a mess, baby,” he teased softly, his voice low, filled with tenderness. “But I love it. I love seeing you like this.”

You let out a small breathless laugh, your body too spent to respond fully. He lifted you gently, propping you up just enough to make sure you were comfortable. “You’re not falling asleep in that chair,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

Your legs trembled as you attempted to stand, the strength drained from them. Michael’s eyes softened, and without hesitation, he scooped you up effortlessly, cradling you against his chest. His lips found your temple, pressing a soft kiss there as he carried you to the bed. He laid you down gently, your body sinking into the softness of the sheets, your head lolling to the side.

Just as your eyes fluttered shut, you reached out, your hand brushing against his still-hard length. A playful smirk curled your lips as you stroked him lightly, teasing him with lazy, languid movements.

Michael let out a deep growl, his eyes narrowing in playful warning. “Keep playing, and we’ll be up all night,” he said, his voice rough with desire, though a grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

You smiled sleepily, pulling the covers over yourself as you settled in, the warmth enveloping you. Michael turned and walked back into the bathroom, rinsing out the cloth and tossing it in the trash before returning to the bedroom.

When he came back, he paused in the doorway, his eyes locking onto the sight of you with your journal open on your lap, pencil in hand, scribbling furiously despite the exhaustion pulling at your body. He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“You couldn’t wait, could you?” he asked, his voice filled with amusement as he stepped closer to the bed, his eyes gleaming with affection.

You shook your head, looking up at him with tired but determined eyes, a mischievous glint still dancing in them. “You inspired me,” you whispered, your voice soft, filled with warmth.

Michael slid into the bed beside you, his body still radiating heat as he nestled against your side. He rested his head on your shoulder, watching you write. “So, what are you putting in this time?” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. His voice was low, a seductive rumble that made your heart race.

You glanced at him, your fingers pausing for a moment on the page. “Everything,” you whispered back, your lips curving into a playful smile. “Every touch, every sound… every inch of you.”

Michael let out a low, approving hum, his hand slipping beneath the covers to rest on your thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin. “Every inch, huh?” he teased, his voice dripping with seduction. “You better not leave anything out, baby. I want all of it.”

You shivered under his touch, your body still sensitive, but you couldn’t help but smile as you continued writing. “Oh, I won’t. I’ll make sure it’s just as… vivid as tonight was.”

His lips pressed against your shoulder, soft yet possessive. “Good,” he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing. “I want to relive this every time I read it.”

Both of you stayed up for the next hour, wrapped in each other’s presence, going over every detail that played out tonight. Michael’s voice was soft in your ear, offering playful commentary, whispering bits of inspiration that made your heart race. Every now and then, he would press a kiss to your shoulder, his hand sliding up and down your thigh in slow, sensual movements, reminding you of exactly what you were writing about.

And when you finally closed the journal, both of you spent and satisfied, you knew that this wouldn’t be the last story you’d write together.

[fruitcoops]

Adrift

Day 9: completing the trifecta with Logan! Characters belong to @lumosinlove and header is from @noots-fic-fests, doing the lord's work of continuing the fest.

Yesterday's movie: The Prisoner of Azkaban (2004) with dear Moony.

The world was quiet and beautiful.

Logan let his eyes fall to slits. He was cool despite the sun blistering above him, blinding him and turning what little remained to splintered lens flares. The water lapped at his sides and crept along the webbing between his fingers. It was…light. All of it.

“Hey, you.” A new kind of light; a kiss to his forehead. “Thought I lost you for a sec.”

Logan smiled and rolled over, kicking his legs as he went until he was upright. Finn’s grin was crooked and sweet—he ducked quickly to spit a spout of water that made Logan grimace and splutter with a halfhearted splash his way.

“Knutty’s looking at the fish,” Finn said, as if he could read Logan’s mind. His pale shoulders flexed with a push of his arm through the crystalline water. Finn dipped back into the water, then shook his hair out, tipping his head to the side to clear his ear. Logan had watched him do that so many times. Hotel pools, the lake at home, just out of reach at the French seaside, beside Leo in New Orleans.

Logan slipped the bottom half of his face below the surface. Not salt water, though it smelled like the sea. The lake, then? He couldn’t see dry land over Finn’s shoulder.

“I like swimming with you,” Finn said, matter-of-fact.

Logan couldn’t help a surprised twitch of his eyebrows as he straightened. “Ouais?”

“Ways.” Finn laughed at the answering flick of water from Logan’s fingertips. It was the one he liked so much it used to scare him, the cackle-giggle Finn saved exclusively for his misbehavior.

Logan wasn’t scared now. Just in love. “I like swimming with you, too.”

“I know,” Finn sighed, paddling toward him. Logan treaded water absently. He didn’t need to focus much when Finn would be there to take his weight if he asked. A wet nose poked him on the cheek. “I think you just like me.”

“Maybe.”

“Uh-huh.”

Logan dragged the side of his cheek along Finn’s until his mouth could brush the edge of his smile. Denial was nothing to him anymore. “Yeah.”

“Oui, oui, Frenchie-French.”

“You’re getting better,” he mused.

Finn’s irises had gone coppery in the sun. “Lots of practice. Le’s bringing you shells.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s a secret, but you’re gonna need a bigger boat.” Finn widened his eyes playfully and pressed his index finger to his own lips. “Or pockets, I guess. Shh. Don’t tell.”

“Safe with me.”

“Always.”

Logan reached a leg down to tangle his ankle around Finn’s calf, tugging him closer. He hoped Finn was wearing his blue trunks. They were delightfully small, but they also made him look like creamy chocolate-chip ice cream waiting to be licked up, so. A fan favorite, to be sure. Logan wondered if he’d be allowed to slather the next round of sunscreen on those legs.

Finn’s nose scrunched when Logan reached out and pushed his hair off his forehead. Water dribbled down the planes of his face before vanishing in the lapping waves. “Your hands are cold.”

“Water.”

“Still cold.”

“Fine, I’ll stop messing with you then.”

“No, nope, nom nom nom.” Finn caught his wrist and pulled it back to rest on top of his head. The water bobbed around them.

Logan watched his face for a moment: the line of his nose, the rounds of his ears sticking out from dark auburn hair, the way the sea (or whatever it was) sparkled on his skin as it fell in rivulets down each angle. Finn watched him right back. It didn’t feel like being burned alive anymore. “Can we stay?”

Sympathy dimpled Finn’s cheeks. “No, baby.”

“I like it here.” He did. He liked it so much.

“I know.”

“Peanut’s bringing me shells.”

 “You’re tired.”

Logan didn’t feel tired. He was wide awake and cool from the breeze. He couldn’t even feel the sun on his shoulders. “Am I?”

“Mhm. You and Le have been down in the basement all day, making sure the TV works for the party.”

Logan tilted his head, confused. “My grandmother doesn’t have a basement. Neither do Leo’s parents. You know that.”

Finn seemed unfazed, lost in trailing ripples in the water over Logan’s arms. “You work so hard,” he whispered, nuzzling up to Logan’s jaw with a smile he could hear. “Ease up. Go home.”

“I want to stay,” he protested.

Finn was close enough to kiss each cheekbone tenderly. A hello, but also a goodbye. “Go on. Leo’s calling.”

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Finn was there when Logan pried his eyelids open to the hurried slaps of Leo’s hand. He was sound asleep, mumbling about birds. They were both dry. The ocean was nowhere to be found.

Lunettes. Leo was asking him about glasses. This close, he could see the cerulean clarity of Leo’s eyes. Logan pushed himself up onto one elbow. The shells were already fading from his mind.