#germany smut

[helen-with-an-a]

Not Fair

So this is something that has been in my head for a while and I needed to get it out. Would anyone be after a part 2 (maybe a smutty pt 2? I hope you enjoy it <3<3<3

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Description: It's been a long time since Lena has been able to do anything with you and she's fairly sure your teasing her.

Word Count: 3.8k

TW: Suggestiveness

It had been two months since Lena’s injury. Two months of painful rehab and sleepless nights. Every day was a battle, each movement a reminder of her limitations. She could still feel the ache in her bones, the stiffness in her muscles, and it was a constant reminder of her struggle.

It was a blessing and a curse that it had happened during the summer. A blessing that now she had no excuse not to sit out in the sunshine with you and absorb the last of the golden rays. A blessing that you had uninterrupted time to spend with each other. A blessing that you were granted privacy that the regular football season wouldn’t have offered. It was a blessing that she often found you lounging around the house in her jersey, and only her jersey or her shorts and a bra – claiming that it was far too hot for anything so mundane as clothes.

It was a curse because she couldn’t do anything about it.

Your sex life prior to her injury had been nothing less than perfect. Quickies in the shower after training. Long nights where you relished in each other’s arms. Spontaneous adventures fuelled by passion and mutual desire, leaving you both breathless and content. Every touch, every kiss, had always been electric, a testament to the deep connection you shared.

But now, with Lena’s injury and the limitations it imposed, everything had changed. The spontaneous passion was replaced by tender, careful moments that highlighted the gap between what you once had and what you could manage now. To put it lightly, Lena was horny. Really, really horny. And she was convinced that you were doing it on purpose.

The way you worked out in the garden, your skin glistening with sweat as you finished up your movements. The way you carelessly let ice cream drip down onto your chest as it melted, a soft giggle and quiet "oops" leaving your lips as you wiped it up. You seemed to revel in the freedom of your less-than-dressed state, and Lena was left to watch, her frustration mingling with an undeniable sense of longing.

She was lying on the couch, her leg dutifully resting out in front of her, the ugly brace she still had to wear discarded on the coffee table. You were busying yourself with tidying up dinner. The soft hum of the dishwasher filled the room as you wiped down the counter, organising stray utensils and putting away leftovers. Every so often, you glanced at her, noting the way her gaze followed your every move.

“Y’know, if you’re tired, we can head to bed,” you called over your shoulder, trying to keep your voice light.

“’M definitely not tired,” she said lowly, her voice holding that note that had your skin tingling.

You turned to face her, catching the faint glimmer of amusement in her eyes despite her attempt at nonchalance. The room was bathed in the soft, warm glow of the overhead light, casting gentle shadows that danced across the walls.

“Okay, baby. Whatever you say.” you said with a teasing smile as you finished wiping down the counter. You dried your hands on a towel and moved closer to her. She shifted slightly on the couch, letting you have some space to lie down next to her.

You stared inquisitively at the space, biting your lip in a way that was making Lena crazy. She studied you as you looked at the gap she had created, your gaze shifting between the empty area and her body. Your concentration was evident, and Lena couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the sight before her.

You weren’t wearing much – an oversized white top that flowed around your frame like a soft, airy cloud, leaving your legs and arms exposed. The fabric was so loose that it accentuated the curves of your body in a way that was both casual and tantalising. Your hair, still loose and tousled from the day's activities, framed your face in wild, inviting waves that added to your effortlessly sexy appearance. The dishevelled look only seemed to enhance your natural allure, making you look both unbothered and irresistibly attractive.

Lena's eyes traced the contours of your silhouette, admiring how the top hung off one shoulder just so, and how the hemline brushed against your thighs with every subtle shift of your weight. The way you bit your lip, deep in thought, drove her to the edge of her composure. It was a habit of yours – an unconscious gesture that somehow managed to be both endearing and intensely alluring.

“As much as I appreciate the space,” you said with a playful grin, “I think I’ll take my seat riiiiight here.”

You eased yourself down gracefully onto the couch, positioning yourself carefully so that your legs draped casually over Lena’s lap. The motion was deliberate, a blend of relaxation and intimacy that spoke volumes without needing words. Your choice of seating was both affectionate and teasing, a clear declaration of your closeness and comfort with each other.

Your legs, bare and smooth, rested lightly on her lap, the contact warm and reassuring. Lena could feel the gentle weight of your limbs, the subtle shift in her own body as she adjusted to accommodate you. The way you positioned yourself was intimate, an unspoken message of your need to be close, to maintain a physical connection despite the changes in your lives.

Your fingers began to move instinctively, brushing through Lena’s hair with a tenderness that was both soothing and affectionate. You let your touch wander through the soft strands, fingers tangling gently with her curls as if trying to memorise their texture. The motion was slow and deliberate, a quiet act of love and attention that contrasted sharply with the playful tone of your earlier words.

Lena closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to fully appreciate the sensation of your touch. The rhythmic stroking of your fingers through her hair was calming, almost hypnotic. It was as if you were weaving a tapestry of comfort and connection, stitching together the spaces between you with each gentle caress.

The room seemed to quiet around you, the only sounds being the soft rustling of your movements and the occasional hum of contentment from Lena. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, a cocoon of warmth and affection that enveloped you both.

As you continued to play with her hair, your touch grew more exploratory, tracing gentle patterns on her scalp. Each stroke was imbued with care and love, a silent promise of your enduring connection. Lena’s senses were fully attuned to you, her body relaxing further into the couch as she savoured the tenderness of your gestures.

The way you looked at her, with a mixture of affection and mischief, made Lena’s heart flutter. Your eyes, bright and full of a playful gleam, held her gaze with an intensity that was both captivating and disarming. There was a tenderness in your expression, tempered with just the right amount of teasing, that sent a shiver of warmth down her spine.

“Too far away,” Lena managed to breathe out, her voice barely above a whisper, as she shifted slightly in her seat. The words were an admission of her longing for closeness, a subtle plea for more of your comforting presence.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you replied, your voice soft and laden with sincerity. The tone of your words was so imbued with affection that it felt almost divine. It was as if you were her personal angel, sent from some celestial realm just to provide her with the comfort and reassurance she needed. The way you spoke, with such gentle care and loving intonation, made Lena feel cherished and adored in a way that went beyond mere words

She whined when your hands left her hair, a soft, pitiful sound that escaped her lips with an involuntary desperation. The sound was almost a whimper, an audible sign of her yearning for your touch, and it carried with it a mix of vulnerability and need. The whine was both plaintive and revealing, a candid expression of how deeply she craved the comfort and closeness your hands provided.

Her cheeks flushed with heat, a deep pink spreading across her face, but it was not just from embarrassment. The intense flush was driven by the potent blend of emotions you had stirred within her – both the longing for your touch and the undeniable arousal that accompanied your affectionate gestures. The warmth that suffused her cheeks was a direct response to her heightened state.

You resettled yourself on her lap, your movements deliberate and tender as you adjusted to find the most comfortable position. With your legs draped on either side of her hips, you created an intimate embrace that enveloped her in your warmth. The way you situated yourself allowed you to be close, your body molding seamlessly with hers in a way that was both reassuring and sensually charged.

As soon as you were settled, Lena’s hands instinctively found their place on your hips. Her fingers, delicate yet firm, traced the contours of your waist and hips with a practiced ease. The touch was gentle, almost worshipful, as if she was trying to memorise the feeling of your skin beneath her fingertips. Her palms rested lightly against you, the warmth of her touch radiating through the thin fabric of your clothing.

Lena's grip on your hips was soft but unmistakably possessive, a silent declaration of her affection and desire. She squeezed the skin lightly, her fingers curling around the curves of your body with a tender, lingering pressure. Each squeeze was a wordless communication of her yearning, an intimate conversation conveyed through touch.

The closeness between you was palpable, the way your bodies pressed together creating a cocoon of shared warmth. Her hands moving across your hips brought with it a heightened sense of connection, a reminder of the bond you shared even when words fell short. The sensation of her hands on you was grounding, a soothing contrast to the heightened emotions that had been building between you.

You shifted slightly, feeling the subtle, sensual pressure of her touch accentuate the already electric atmosphere. Your own hands moved to rest on her shoulders, your fingers gently kneading the soft fabric of her clothing. The exchange was fluid, a dance of touch and proximity that deepened the intimacy of the moment.

Lena's eyes fluttered closed as she savoured the sensation, her breathing becoming more measured and deliberate. The gentle pressure of her fingers on your hips was a contrast to the fiery emotions simmering beneath the surface. Her touches were slow and deliberate, exploring the familiar terrain of your body with a sense of reverence and desire.

“So pretty,” you whispered, your voice a soft murmur that seemed to hang in the air like a delicate caress. Your eyes traced over her features with a reverential gaze, taking in the intricate beauty that was uniquely hers. The admiration in your eyes was palpable, as if you were seeing her for the first time, even though you knew her so well.

You allowed your fingers to move gently, your nail tracing a soft path along her eyebrow. The light touch was almost imperceptible but incredibly intimate, a feather-light graze that made her skin tingle in its wake. You followed the arch of her brow with careful precision, savouring the way her skin responded to your touch.

Your fingers then drifted to her nose, the movement as delicate as a whisper. You traced along the bridge of her nose, your touch lingering momentarily at the tip. The sensation of your nail against her skin created a ripple of warmth, a gentle reminder of the closeness you shared. Each movement was deliberate and tender, a testament to the depth of your affection.

Lena’s eyes fluttered closed, succumbing to the sensory symphony you orchestrated with your touch. The sensations you created cascaded over her like a gentle wave, sending a deep, soothing pleasure through her entire being. Her breath caught in her throat, a sharp intake of air that underscored the profound intimacy of the moment. Every brush of your fingers, every trace of your nail, heightened her awareness, making her skin feel exquisitely sensitive, almost electrified.

You took your time, meticulously savouring each detail of her features. Your touch was deliberate and slow, a careful mapping of the contours and lines that defined her beautiful face. Each stroke of your finger was imbued with tenderness, as if you were cherishing and preserving every aspect of her beauty.

As you continued your exploration, Lena’s heart beat a little faster, her emotions intertwining with the physical sensations you were evoking. The intimate nature of your touch created a cocoon of closeness between you, enveloping you both in a private, shared moment that felt both timeless and fleeting.

“Nicht so schön wie du,” Lena chided softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. The reverent tone of her words was tinged with affection, a quiet acknowledgment of the depth of your connection. Her eyes remained closed, but her lips curved into a faint, contented smile as she spoke, her voice filled with admiration for you.

“Such a flirt, Ms. Oberdorf,” you teased in response, your voice low and playful. You leaned in closer, so your lips were mere millimetres from hers, the proximity creating a palpable tension between you. The warmth of your breath mingled with hers, and the gentle tease in your voice carried a flirtatious undertone that contrasted with the tenderness of the moment.

Lena’s smile widened at your playful response, her lips tingling with the anticipation of your next move. The space between your lips was charged with a delicate electricity, a shared understanding of the closeness and affection that defined your relationship. The playful exchange only added to the intimacy of the moment, a reminder of how deep your love ran and the ease with which you could transition from tender admiration to flirtatious banter.

Your lips were pillowy soft – gentle and warm against Lena’s rough and chapped ones. The differences had your mind reeling in the best way. Each movement was deliberate and slow, allowing the warmth of your lips to gradually soften the rough edges of hers. The touch was like a gentle caress, a deliberate act of kindness that spoke volumes of your care and affection.

As you continued to kiss her, your lips moved with a soft, rhythmic pressure, adding a layer of warmth that melted away any remnants of roughness. You both melted into each other, drawing each other close as your arms wrapped around her neck, your fingers threading themselves into her hair seemingly of their own accord.

Lena’s fingers, initially brushing lightly against the fabric bunch up around your hips, ventured further. She let her hands drift slowly, relishing the sensation of finally reaching the smooth expanse of your skin. When her fingers made contact with your arse, the sensation was electric. She sighed appreciatively, the sound a soft murmur of contentment.

The contrast between the roughness of her hands and the silky texture of your skin had her thoughts racing, a blend of sensations and emotions that left her breathless. The way your body responded to her touch, the way her fingers glided over your skin, made her feel entirely consumed by you. Her senses were overwhelmed; every touch of your skin, every soft whimper that escaped your lips added to her growing excitement and desire.

Each gentle caress seemed to amplify her feelings, heightening the intimacy of the moment. The warm, smooth sensation of your skin beneath her fingertips was intoxicating, a constant reminder of how deeply connected and intertwined you both were. The soft, pleasurable sounds that escaped your lips as she explored further only deepened her own sense of longing and arousal.

As Lena continued to trace her fingers over your body, her touch grew more assured, guided by the rhythm of your reactions. The way your skin responded to her delicate exploration – each shiver, each sigh – served as a tantalising feedback loop that drove her passion. The intimate connection you shared was electric, each movement and touch creating a crescendo of emotion that left her yearning for more.

She shifted her position slightly, adjusting to press even closer against you. Her hands roamed with an eager curiosity, each touch and caress becoming more fervent. The boundaries between your bodies seemed to dissolve, leaving only the sensation of skin against skin, warmth against warmth. Lena's breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps, each one a testament to how profoundly she was affected by your presence.

The way your body responded – your reactions, the way you moulded to her touch – created an intoxicating dance of passion. Every subtle movement, every shift in your posture seemed to draw her deeper into the moment. It was as though you were both lost in a shared dream, where reality blurred and only the sensation of each other’s touch mattered.

Her lips parted slightly, her breaths mingling with yours as she leaned in closer, the warmth of her breath adding another layer to the shared intimacy. Her touch became a mix of tenderness and need, exploring with a growing urgency. The sensation of her fingers tracing over your smooth skin, the way her touch made you shiver, the way you writhed above her – it was almost too much.

“Baby,” you gasped, your voice a weak rasp as you pulled away just enough to catch your breath. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and the need to pause and gather yourself was palpable. The connection between you was so profound that every sensation felt magnified, every touch and caress sending ripples of pleasure that left you breathless.

Lena’s gaze was locked on you, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and desire. She could see the effect her touch had on you, the way your body responded with an almost frenetic energy. Her fingers remained poised in mid-air, a subtle reminder of the tenderness and urgency she had been expressing. The momentary distance only heightened the anticipation, leaving both of you suspended in a state of yearning.

Her breaths came in shallow bursts, matching the rhythm of your gasps. She took a moment to steady herself, her fingers lightly skimming your skin in a delicate dance. The gentle touches were now more exploratory, tracing soft patterns as if trying to soothe the intensity of the moment while still maintaining the closeness that had drawn you both so deeply into this shared experience.

“Are you okay?” Lena whispered, her voice a soft, concerned murmur. The tenderness in her tone was a stark contrast to the fervour of the moment, reflecting her genuine care for your well-being even as desire simmered beneath her calm exterior. Her eyes searched yours for any sign of discomfort or distress, her touch gentle and reassuring

“We … we need to stop.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. Lena’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before her expression softened with understanding. Her concern for your well-being was evident in the gentle furrow of her brow and the way her fingers paused in their delicate exploration. She took a deep, steadying breath, her stare never leaving yours, as she absorbed the weight of your words.

“It’s … not fair. We can’t … you … your knee. It’s not …” Your voice faltered, the concern for Lena’s well-being overtaking the rush of emotions. You so desperately wanted to continue, but what if she hurt herself more? What if she pushed too hard and exacerbated her injury? The fear of causing her further pain, of not being able to protect her from the very consequences of something that was very much in your control, was overwhelming.

The vulnerability in your voice was palpable, and Lena’s eyes softened with understanding. She reached out, her hands gently cupping your face, her touch a grounding force. You let your eyes close as you leaned into her hand – the warmth doing more for you than the summer sun ever could.

“It’s okay,” Lena said softly, her voice carrying a soothing, reassuring quality. “I’m okay. I promise.” You opened your eyes, locking your gaze onto her chocolate ones. Her eyes were steady and full of warmth, a silent promise that she was with you, that your concerns were heard and valued.

“I’m good,” Lena’s fingers remained gently cradling your face, their warmth and tenderness a silent reassurance. She leaned in slightly, her breath mingling with yours, creating a shared intimacy that was both calming and profound. The closeness of her presence was a balm to your anxious thoughts, grounding you in the moment.

“But … I don’t want to hurt you,” you confessed. the words trembling slightly as they left your lips. The fear of causing Lena any discomfort, of exacerbating her injury or pushing her beyond her limits, was heavy on your heart. It was a deep-seated concern that you couldn’t shake, no matter how much you wanted to be close to her. Lena dropped her hands from your face, placing them back on the designated place at your hips.

Lena’s eyes softened further, and she shook her head gently, her touch remaining tender and comforting. “You won’t hurt me,” she said, her voice steady and filled with conviction. “If you don’t want to continue, that’s fine. We can stop if you want to. But I don’t want this silly little idea that you will hurt me to be the reason.” Her words carried a reassuring warmth, designed to dispel the worry that had taken root in your mind.

“It’s not silly,” you huffed a little, your face flushing in embarrassment. The warmth of Lena’s gaze and the gentle reassurance in her voice made it clear that your concerns were understood and respected, even if they felt overwhelming to you.

“No, it’s not,” she agreed, her tone earnest. Lena’s thumb lightly brushed repetitively over your skin, her touch tender and reassuring. She took a moment to let her words settle before leaning in closer, her breath hot against your skin. “You’re so important to me,” Lena continued, her look unwavering.

“I love you, baby.” The words tumbled out of your mouth without thinking. It wasn’t the first time you had said those words, they were commonplace in your daily vocabulary with Lena, but there was something different about this time. The confession was raw and unguarded. Lena pulled you closer, as if she were trying to hold onto the moment for as long as she could.

“I love you,” Lena whispered, her voice thick with emotion. The air between you seemed to thrum with intensity. The world outside seemed to blur and fade. You could have been the only two people on the planet, and you wouldn’t have noticed.

[m-1-l-0]

-Konig COD Headcanons-

he DEFINITELY rolls around in his sleep like a fucking alligator

he really loved guns and airsoft when he was a kid, but never went to an airsoft match

surprisingly good at sewing

scares new recruits (sometimes on purpose)

SEVERE ANXIETY

likes to shower in the shower rooms when everyone else is asleep or when the shower rooms are empty

once he fell in front of new recruits and just layed there, afraid to get up (and has never recovered) EDIT: CHECK OUT MY ACCOUNT FOR ROACH HEADCANONS , GHOST HEADCANONS AND SOAP HEADCANONS

[judes-baeeee]

You guys wanted a part two of the Nsfw alphabet 😋

N: no

Jude would never want to do something that you don’t want which is why you guys are very open with what you enjoy during sex

O: Oral

Jude loves receiving it from you because he loves the way how you choke on it, ( I think he has a size kink low-key) but he is very much a giving guy and prefers to give it to you

P: Pace

Jude does play football so his stamina is really high (if that makes sense 😬) which you can’t really keep up with, however is always praises you by calling you a good girl

Q : quickie

Jude loves a quickie when you guys a busy because he loves receiving your attention when your mind is occupying something else, but he does like to take his time while having sex with you so sometimes he makes you wait until you guys are at home

R: risk

Jude is a very risky guy when it comes to sex because he would fuck you in front of the whole world if he could but he respects your wishes, you even get embarrassed having sex while his mum is home.

S: stamina

As said before Jude is a football player so he can last loads of rounds whereas you can last like 2 or 3 but Jude does make sure to take good care of you after when your body is sore.

T: toys

Jude doesn’t really use toys as much because he doesn’t feel like there is a need to have them when you have him however he doesn’t mind trying them with you.

U: unfair

Jude is such a fucking tease, he loves to make you beg for him because it boosts his ego but he also secretly loves when you tease him, he loves when you take control.

V: volume

Jude is somewhat loud in the bedroom, he has little moans and grunts but he loves when you moan, he thinks it’s like music to his ears.

X: x-ray

Jude isn’t too big but isn’t too small, like it’s just the perfect size for you

Y: yearning

Anything to be honest, but if he sees you in a short skirt or bra he will loose it, Jude especially loves seeing your plump breasts on show.

Z: Zzz

Jude usually stays awake to wait until you fall asleep, he doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t care after having sex which is why he always gives you the best treatment after.

Hope you guys enjoy this one and feel free to leave requests xx

[merbear25]

Hi, can you please write nsfw headcanons about Axis having spicy dreams about a fem!reader?

Hello! I had some fun thinking of what kinds of dreams they'd have, so I hope I did them justice. I had the most fun with Japan's, honestly. 🤭 Thank you for sending in this request. I hope you like what I've written for you! 💜💜

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, vaginal penetration, headcanons

Having a wet dream about you (Germany, Italy, Japan)

Germany

You were always strong-willed, able to handle yourself in any situation. However, that night he dreamed of you unraveling beneath him, completely and utterly losing all sense of self.

With a face that typically held a poised expression, your jaw was slacked and he had you panting for more. Only you could make looking pathetic sexy. Pushing both of you over the edge with one final thrust, he was abruptly woken up by his alarm.

Looking down, he groaned at the mess he made. However, the little bit of extra effort in the morning wasn’t something he was going to let sour his whole day.

Heading out the door at his normal time, he was at the track punctually, waiting for the other two to arrive. Japan was on time and Italy was running late just like every day. Looking over, he saw you coming.

His mind immediately recalled the dream he had of you, but he tried with all might to keep his composure, no matter how awkward he felt about it. You informed him that you thought it’d be a good idea to get back in the swing of things and start exercising again. He felt like you adding that being under his guidance would be the best decision was unnecessary, but that was mostly due to it making it hard to suppress the hue on his cheeks.

Clearing his throat, he instructed the session once Italy finally arrived. Remaining focused wasn’t something he thought he’d be struggling with that day.

Italy

With the cool wind coming through the window, rain started pitter pattering against the shingles. You were cuddled up with him, slightly shivering from the sudden chilly weather. Wrapping his arms around you, the sweet embrace easily drifted into wandering hands and heated kisses.

Curled up in his warm arms, he thrusted into you. Despite the early morning calling for lazy motions, you were hitting all the right spots for him. The nice breeze casted over him, sending a shiver down his spine. His breath was hot in your ear as he cooed sweet nothings upon climaxing.

Stretching under his newly soiled sheets, he didn’t have a care in the world. Feeling completely relaxed, he lazily made his way throughout the house.

Going about his day as normal - relaxing under a tree, eating, napping, taking a stroll in the park - he caught sight of you coming out of the shop.

Without thinking twice, he called out to you and made his way over. The conversation alluded to no lingering remnants of the previous night’s dream, seeing as he saw no real reason to dwell on it.

Exchanging pleasantries, he always enjoyed chatting with you. You were so kind and easy to talk to. With the wind picking up, you shuddered from the drop in temperature, immediately taking him back to that precious moment that never happened.

Japan

You’d just finished eating dinner and were now in the kitchen doing the washing up. You looked so sweet with the pink bow from your apron tied behind your back. You took really good care of him, leaving him wanting to give you a bit more attention that night.

Wrapping his arms around you, he kissed your neck tenderly, whispering how good you were to him. Yanking your skirt up, he thrusted into you with fervor that had you quaking. As you gripped the kitchen counter, you bit your bottom lip so as to muffle your low moans. Cupping your breasts from behind, he placed soft kisses along your shoulder. With a final wave of ecstasy consuming you both, the vibrations from his phone pulled him out of the post-nut haze.

Pondering there for a moment, he had a difficult time wrapping his head around the dream he just had. Besides the obvious, you weren’t his wife. You weren’t even dating. Trying not to overthink it, he proceeded to clean up.

Already shifting to that day’s list of things to do, he was out the door. Though the day was admittedly long, everything went off without a hitch and the dream felt like it was ages ago.

Seeing you outside of your place on his way home, you asked if he’d eaten yet. You told him that you’d prepared a bit too much food and if he’d like, he was welcome to join you.

Taking you up on your offer, he was thoroughly enjoying spending quality time with you. Offering to help clean up, you were grateful for his kind gesture. Trailing behind you, he saw you put on an apron, making the dream feel all too real.

[tomscocksleeve]

This man is so fine and literally so sexy like he would literally be the most gentle man yet so rough in bed like….

“Baby… I told you to stop being so loud.” He says in a bit of an annoyed tone. You kept moaning louder and he puts his hand over your mouth whispering for you to shut up before kissing your cheek. You groan and moan into his hand and he just has a smirk the entire time.

As he starts speeding up he decides to record the moment with how pathetic you look beneath him. “Look at you… tears in your eyes because you can’t handle it can you.” You groan and you moan and he finally lets go of your mouth before harshly pressing his lips on you “such a good girl…” “Tom please fuck me harder… faster…. Please bruise me” you plead desperately and he just laughs at your desperation. He records every second and he WILL be using the video against you later. He starts going faster until he cums inside your pussy and he had a slight moan and he bit his lip. You were so sweaty and out of breath. He slowly pulls out before kissing you and then just cleaning himself off. He wanted to cherish the picture of how destroyed you look. Your ruined makeup, the cum leaking out of you, your cheeks being all red from sucking him off. It was all too perfect.

He takes a picture before finally helping you up to take you to the bathroom to get cleaned. In the bath there’s bubbles some candles and he stays by your side washing your hair and your body. “You did so good princess… I’m so proud of you and how you kept going for me” “Ich liebe dich Prinzessin“ he then kisses your head before taking a cup and pouring it on you slowly to get any remaining soap off of your body.

[adelheidsideblog]

How would the main 8 react to receiving head?

This one literally has taken me so long to write 🫣🫣 I kept having to take breaks because I kept becoming self aware so I had to pause and stare at the wall for a moment to feel normal again. You all had better appreciate this 😭

Feliciano

Every sound out of his mouth is a praise of how wonderful you're making him feel

Strokes your face and runs his hands through your hair but doesn't pull normally

He enjoys videoing his partner giving him head, especially videoing the part where he cums

Likes to cum in his partner's mouth and make them show him after before swallowing

Enjoys when his partner licks him clean

Ludwig

Groans occasionally, especially as he cums, but for the most part is quiet and very, very red

When he's dominant I think he would enjoy fucking his partner's mouth like a fleshlight

Always pulls hair, and when he cums he pushes his cock balls deep into his partner's mouth

Likes to tie his partner's hands behind their back when they suck hi off

Very apologetic and sweet after if he feels like he was too rough

Kiku

On the quiet side: breathy sighs that border on groans, and calls out your name when he cums

He'll hold the back of your head but doesn't pull your hair (usually, at least)

Too overwhelmed to make eye contact, so he covers his face with his forearm (if he does make eye contact he risks cumming immediately

Really enjoys facials: he prefers to cum on your face or chest as opposed to down your throat

Extremely sweet and loving afterwards, and probably repaying the favor soon after

Alfred

Moans like a porn star: good luck being discreet (Matthew has overheard on more occasions than either brother wants to think about)

Bucks his hips and pushes his partner's head down if they'll let him: you'll have to tie him up if you want him to hold still, though

When his partners have long hair he likes to wrap it around his hand while they suck him off

Prefers to give facials but usually cums before he has the chance to pull out

Usually when he receives blow jobs they immediately transition into fucking

Arthur

Another blushing mess, and slightly loud (he almost could be described as whiny but hates the term)

He probably enjoys having his partner under his desk sucking him off

Enjoys a little bit of teeth: not enough to hurt but enough to feel

If he's feeling really dominant he'll make his partner kiss it after

Kisses his partner after to taste himself on their mouth

Francis

Usually Francis is on the quieter side so that he can hear his partner better, but since their mouth is otherwise occupied he moans and praises freely

His hands are either still or stroking his partner's face so he gets a clear view of the show

Likes getting blown in public, especially if others can hear, but hates the idea of making his partner get on their knees in a less than hygienic spot (not enough to not do it though)

Either cums down their throat or makes his partner stop so that he can wait and cum during penetrative sex

Rarely does he ever receive head without following it up by going down on his partner or having sex immediately after

Ivan

Heavy breather until he cums, then he groans loudly

Likes to instruct his partner on how to suck him off

He's scared he might hurt his partner, so tends to stay very still aside from the hand on the back of their head.

If his partner has tits he prefers to cum on them, but really isn't picky as long as he cums

Takes pictures of his partner after, and loves if he's made a mess of their face (has a soft spot for messy makeup)

Yao

He's either quiet or dirty talking with no in between

His favorite position to receive head is sitting on the couch with his partner on their knees on the couch beside him and bent over slightly so their ass is in the air: he likes to reach over and jerk them off while they blow him

Enjoys being woken up by his partner blowing him

He thinks facials are gross and prefers to cum down their throat

Blow jobs are his favorite treatment for insomnia

[judes-baeeee]

I accidentally deleted the ask but lazy Sunday with Jude

It was 10am on a Sunday and you were woken up by Jude’s tight grip around your waist causing you to struggle with your breathing, Jude had a tendency to do this because it was always hard for him to sleep without you by his side. You shook Jude causing him to jump out of his sleep and he realised he had once again held you too tight causing him to apologise. You both lay there admiring each other’s features and continually repeat the words “I love you”; Jude never worked on Sundays so those were the days where you guys would go out to spend time with each other but you guys both preferred staying in bed watching films all day and cuddle because being in each others presence at home was what you preferred more. The day ended up with Jude falling asleep next to you gripping on you once again.

This is lowkey bad but hope u like x

[tomscocksleeve]

Bro 2010 Tom can fucking get it. I mean him in general can get this pussy but like MMM the way he looked in 2010 is so 🤤

“Baby you know I have a concert tonight” he said in a raspy morning voice. You had pouted because all you wanted to do was spend time with your boyfriend. “Meine Liebe… cmon…” he said once more needing to get ready. You pouted and he started getting a small smirk on his face. You knew that look all too well.

He moved you slightly and he pulled his pants down revealing his erection and looked at you. “Do you want me right now mein Schatz..?” You smiled crawling over and taking his length in your hand. You began pumping him slowly and he tilted his head back making a slight groaning noise. That turned you on so much. You started going faster until he leaked precum. You smiled and spit on his cock before putting it in your mouth.

He smiled down at you and ran his fingers through your hair making sure you can get his whole length into your mouth. “Good girl…” he said softly. He then started holding onto your hair rougher getting a good grip so he can pull your face down more and more, at this point he was face-fucking you and tears streamed down your precious cheeks.

He muttered curses as he made you go faster. The way he was reacting he was close. Your cheeks were a pinkish reddish color and the grip he had on your hair was insane. You gagged on his cock as he kept picking up pace. He groaned and moaned a bit finally releasing his cum into your mouth. He pressed your head all the way down making sure you take all of his sticky cum.

“Swallow.” He said in a cold like tone. You did just that you swallowed all of his cum and finally pulled away breathing heavily. Some cum and saliva dripped out of your mouth and he wiped it off before kissing your head.

“You’re such a good girl you know that?” You smiled at him and he kissed your lips tasting himself on you a little and he hugged you before getting up to get ready for the concert.

“That was just the start baby girl… wait until after the show.” He then went into the shower, you were so happy and excited you couldn’t wait for tonight because you knew tomorrow you wouldn’t be able to walk.

[whiteskullofroses]

Noch einer! (DIETER HELLSTROM X READER)

PART 2! (NSFW)

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A/n: YALLL ITS HERE. Sorry for the long wait, but I'm telling y'all it was worth it. Once again it is 1 am, and Dieter is looking rather scrumptious. This one is one hell of a smut, so be prepared. (Yall better be proud of me for finally having the balls to write smut:)) Enjoy!

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Tag list: @kateris-world

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Meanwhile, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. His left hand was in his pocket the whole time, swiftly he pulled his hand out of his pocket and grabbed your face, to your surprise he didn't press a gun to your lips, he pressed his lips against yours. He kissed you.

You were taken back by his sudden actions, as you were sure this was going to be your end, when in reality, it was just a new start.

You knew this wasn't right, you knew that he was your political enemy but oh god how attractive he was. Besides, you left politics behind a bottle of scotch ago.

Dieter leaned into you and used his free hand to grab your waist. Pulling you closer to him, you could taste the alcohol on his tongue.

His hand moved lower to your hips, squeezing them hard. So hard it almost made you whine out. You let your arms fall around his neck and travel up to his hair. Your loss of sence made you make the hat fall off his head onto the ground.

Dieter broke free from the kiss, breathing deeply. He panted and smikred, then pat his lap : "Come sit, mein Schatz."

Spreading his legs, making room for you to sit on one of his thighs, he sighed. As soon as you sat down, you felt something hard: "Have a gun in your pocket?"

He simply looked at you and grabbed your face: "Shhh..." He lifted one of his eyebrows and placed one of his hands on your lower stomach, dangerously close to your pussy: "Be good and keep quiet." He tilted his head towards the other walk-in room, where the meeting was supposed to be held before everyone got drunk. You could hear the other Germans laughing and playing cards, but once Dieter spoke, all your attention landed on his voice: "We don't want them to hear us now, do we," speaking softly in your ear, making you even more lustful for him: "mein Schatz?."

You shook your tipsy head, all you wanted was him inside of you, him touching you and him covering you in love bites all over, the whole rest of the night.

Looking up at him and into his eyes, sitting in his lap with his already hard cock beneath you, feeling his hot breath on your neck as he kissed and bit it. You were in heaven.

"Good girl." His hand went underneath your fake Nazi uniform dress and right into your panties.

Once his fingers were playing with your clit, you moaned out, totally forgetting about the people a thin wall away from you. Dieter was quick to shut you up with his hand now holding your mouth shut.

He finally started fingering you, drawing circles on your clit and stars in your eyes, you felt yourself getting even wetter and even more hotter. For a man, he was incredibly skilled on how to please a woman, quite frankly, you were impressed, but deep down not really surprised.

His hand was holding your mouth so tight that all that was heard for you were soft muffles and moans of pure pleasure.

You moved your ass on his cock, making him whine out in the sudden feeling of friction. Although Dieter felt like he was going to cross the finish line already, you could feel him trying his best to hold back.

All of this became almost too much. Him quietly moaning and gasping in your ear as you rubbed your ass on his cock, you being drawn to literal tears by how good he made you feel. On top of that, you both were drunk to death.

Just as you were about to come, he pulled out of you and quickly picked you up, bridal style, and put you on the table. You cringed at the feeling of spilled scotch soaking your uniform, but didn't really care, cuz after this night, you were planning on burning it anyway.

Dieter put you infront of him, with your back on the table. Spreading your legs, you couldn't believe such a beautiful sight right on-top of you.

Dieter was now standing in between your legs, his hard cock bulging out of his black pants, his hair a mess and his hungry eyes staring at you.

"Please." Was all you had to utter for him to rip your underwear from under the skirt off. As he threw the panties on a chair close by, you lifted yourself up in a sitting position and unzipped his pants.

Dieter was quick to push you back down. With a devilish smirk on his face he breathed out: "So eager for me, huh?"

All you did in response was moan out his name.

That sent him into overdrive. Just hearing you so desperate for him made him even more motivated to make you unable to walk for days.

Dieter finally pulled out his cock, it was so swollen, you almost felt bad for not making him come already.

He placed the tip of his cock at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You took a deep breathe in, ready to take him.

It didn't take you long to get comfortable with his size and become a moaning mess underneath him.

The people in the other room were no longer an issue, as most of them were already asleep, and those who weren't under such strong influence already left the basement and headed home.

"You feel..." Dieter was barely able to form sentences at this point: "so good..."

Slowly, as he felt himself getting closer to orgasm, he started getting sloppier with his thrusts and much more intense with his voice. He was getting quite loud, and so were you.

Leaning down to kiss you, you could smell his cologne. The fragrance gave off a spicy, earthy and almost citrusy like whiff. Definitely Hugo Boss.

"Dieter!" You screamed out, breathless as he made you cross the finish line and come all over his cock.

"Scheisse..." Moaned out the man before he came inside of you. He let his head fall down to your chest, breathing deeply.

Your tangled your fingers in his hair and started to calm down from your high. It felt so intimate to you, and you loved it.

Dieter slowly lifted his head and kissed your forehead. He picked you up from the table and made you sit in his lap once again.

"Mein Schatz..." He caressed your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear: "you did such a good job."

You kissed his cheek and looked Into his eyes: "I would have never, in a million years, guessed how this night would play out."

He simply smiled, looked at the cigarette box on the table and asked: "Noch einer?"

THE END.

[mysticficti0n]

Hi B can you do something about if the TH boys were to walk-in while she was showering?? I feel it would be really funny

thank you ♥︎

BAHAHAHAHAHAH OMG YESSS

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Shower intrusion

warnings- swearing and thats about it

words- 990

Tom

Tom was sat round in the living room watching some stupid film on tv until the idea of going for a nice relaxing shower came to his mind, he knew Y/n was up stairs, he could hear her fucking music rattling off the walls so its perfect timing to go in and clean off whatever was on him from the day. He climbed up the stairs and saw his roommates door wide open with the speaker on 100 volume, he shook his head as he grabbed a towel from his dresser and walked to go to the bathroom, his hand twisted the door knob and he walked in and hot steamy air hit his face "TOM GET OUT!" a high pitched yell echoed on the tiled walls "FUCKING HELL Y/N!" he shouted back standing stunned as Y/n reached for the shower curtain to wrap around her body "well don't just fucking stare!" the girl growled seeing Tom's eyes widen with realisation to what he'd done- we all know where his little eyes drifted... "shit I'm sorry I thought you were in your room!" he argued looking to the ceiling trying to not think of her naked in front of him "I'll go now erm... enjoy?" Tom had never moved quicker in his life to leave the bathroom. Why was he such an idiot? Tom found himself sat back down on the sofa flicking through channels before a wet-haired Y/n came and stood before him- fully dressed in her Pj's may I add- he gave her a shy smile as she crossed her arms staring down at the slouched position he was in "bathrooms free now perv"

Bill

"I need to go take this bloody make-up off!" Bill groaned wiping his black eyes and seeing a huge dark smudge draw itself along his hand "ugh!" leaving the group down stairs he went to his room searching for the make-up wipes "come on where are they?" he pulled open every draw he owned swiping his hands over every surface he could reach but nothing Then he thought to check Y/n's room, she always had wipes stocked somewhere, he knocked the door and had no response, Bill opened the door slightly and saw a darkness filled room but a light shone from her bathroom, with a happy sigh he trudged in walking straight to the bathroom not noticing the sound of the taps being twisted off "Y/n I need some- OH FUCK I'M SORRY!" right in front of his eyes was a unsuspecting Y/n hurriedly wrapping her towel around her "why didn't you say something when you were walking in!" she laughed seeing the singer cover his eyes and spin back round "fucking idiot, you can turn around now" slowly Bill turned back to the girl seeing her fully covered with a clip holding her hair back "erm.. I need make-up wipes if you have any" his voice was quieter than before making Y/n chuckle and point to next to her sink "thanks and sorry... I don't know why I didn't thing you'd be in the shower" the boy quickly grabbed the wipes and ran back down stairs to fill in his bandmates about his encounter before wiping off his make-up

Georg

Georg was sweating like shit on a hot day after being outside helping set up the barbecue with Tom who couldn't seem to understand how to screw legs onto the main barbecue drum which oddly enough ended with a shoe mark stamped into it, with heavy steps he came up the stairs taking his shirt off and already unbuckling his belt his free hand pushing the bathroom door open as soon as the smell of vanilla and lavender filled his nose he regretted everything he did "shit sorry sorry!" he chanted walking back out closing his eyes making him close to smacking his head off the door "Jesus Georg you gave me a heart attack!" the girl called with a laugh, while the bassist stood with a thought fighting his way to the front of his mind, he opened the door slightly again and the scent of his shampoo washed over him "are you using my fucking almond shampoo?!" he yelled getting a suspicious 'no' from the girl "fucking hell Y/n out of everyone in this bloody house I didn't think you'd be nicking my shampoo! I wondered why it ran out so fast!" "look it makes your hair so shiny and smooth I was getting jealous!" Georg couldn't stop a laugh from leaving his lips "I'll buy you your own next time but don't use any more!" he warned walking to his own room to write a reminder 'get the shampoo stealer her own shampoo'

Gustav

"god my shoulders hurt so bad" the drummer grumbled rubbing the sore spot on his right side "ah- I need a shower, hot water helps" he spoke to the group sat with him as he turned to leave the room he thought he remembered Y/n saying she was going for a shower but surely she'd be out now? He made his way to the bathroom and pushed the door open and herd the small voice of Y/n singing a tune then "GUSTAV LEAVE!" the boy was brought back as he attempted to run out the room but it turned out to be more of a stumble as he smacked into the wall outside "SORRY Y/N!" he yelled slamming the door shut while slapping himself in the face trying to forget the image on Y/n with suds falling down her body, how long was he looking? "why does nobody in this goddamn house knock doors before they enter?" the girl shouted with a grunt making him laugh and her angriness, he'd make it up to her- maybe buying a door lock? "Gustav I know you're still outside" he snickered walking back down stairs with a red tint across his face "oopsie" he giggled

[cowboy-robooty]

take this shitty meme edit i made a long time ago ^_^

HAVE A VERY ITAGER VALENTINES!1!!1!1!1!1

[humqnoid]

[tomscocksleeve]

After the video I need smut of Tom doing the good girl slap cause oml Like the reader just being all whiny and needy and he just gives her a little slap 😫

I fucking agree and I LOVE the way you think 😩🤤

Good girl🎀

Summary: Tom is your boyfriend of a few months and you decided you were finally ready to have sex with him.

Pairing: 2014 Tom kaulitz x Fem Reader

Genre: smut

REQUESTED

Word count: 952

Warnings; Hard Sex, p in v sex, head (fem receiving), cursing? Idfk

You finished up doing your stuff around the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. You did the dishes, cleaned up a bit, and walked the dogs. He came home and he seemed so tired and you walked over giving him a hug and kissing his cheek.

His smile was soft and sweet and he placed a few soft gentle kisses on your lips and he kissed your neck slightly. “Baby… there’s dinner for us okay? And I can tell you’re tired so let’s just eat.” He gave a little sigh but he nodded and grabbed your hand leading you to the kitchen.

After you both ate your meal you had cleaned up the dishes and then Tom wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his chin to your shoulder. “Meine Liebe… I know you think I’m so tired but… I really want you right now” he began placing soft kisses on your shoulder and then your neck. You rolled your eyes but you had a soft smile on your lips and you couldn’t help but cave. In reality you were thinking about him all day while he was working on music stuff. The thought of his hands being so good on his guitar made your panties wet and it was so sexy. You kissed his lips gently and he gave a little smirk.

He took your hand leading you to the bedroom and he gently laid you down onto the bed and he climbed on top. He wanted to admire your body before even doing anything. He kissed your neck leaving marks and kissed your jawline, he even kissed your arm all the way down to your hand. He muttered how beautiful you were and how he loves you and you started getting impatient. He was such a turn on you needed him now. He held the hem of your shirt before taking it off and then he took off your jeans so now you were only in your bra and panty set.

He sighed with contentment before going by your thighs and spreading them open all the way. “Fuck you’re so beautiful” he said, before kissing your thighs and getting really close to your pussy. You started getting impatient once more. You could feel the wetness and you just needed him right now, fuck the waiting was unbearable. “Tom come on…” you whined. “Just fuck me please I want you.” You whined again. He had then got slightly annoyed and he pulled your panties to the side and slapped your pussy making you wince but it turned you on so much. “Be a good girl or you won’t get anything at all.” Fuck. You hated when he ended up annoyed because now you know he will fuck you rough.

He smirked and he unclasped your bra and he put a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hard while he massaged the other tit with his hand making circular motions and squeezing it. Your breath hitched and you tried containing the moans. At this point your pussy felt like Niagara Falls. He then kissed both of your tits and he pulled your panties down. “Ready for me love?” You nodded instantly and he chuckled a bit at your neediness and he placed his tip at your entrance and he pushed himself in covering his dick fully. He groaned as he did so and you let the moans slip. He started going in and out picking up pace. You reached to hold his hand as he fucked you and he smiled and interlocked your hands tightly. He loved holding your hand while you guys had sex it made the experience better.

He cursed under his breath and he kissed your lips harshly. You moaned and whined and he started getting rougher, to punish you for whining earlier. He then pulled out and slapped your clit and pushed himself right back in. “Good girl… take it… I know you can…” he said, his breathing heavy. He buried himself and he liked the sight so much he wanted to switch things up. He pulled out leaving you feeling empty and you pouted and he slammed himself back in. You moaned loudly and the bed creaked. It was around 11pm so you pitied your neighbors knowing they would talk about the noise tomorrow.

Tom started fucking you at a desperate pace. He needed you to cum. He wanted you to cum. He was getting close but he wouldn’t let himself cum unless you had. You moaned loudly and he could feel your walls tightening and it made him smile. He pulled out one last time and he shoved a finger in and pumped it in and out at a merciless rhythm. He would suck on your clit as well as he finger fucked you. He shoved his second finger in and started going as fast as he could. He pulled his fingers out and fastly rubbed your clit.

You cried out and squirted all over him and he smiled and licked some of it up. “Delicious baby..” he said and he pushed himself back inside and you cried out overstimulated. “Fuck.. Tom… fuck…” you tried to tell him that you felt like you could explode but you couldn’t even think. He fucked you until he came inside you and by then you both were sweaty. He grabbed an extra blanket and wrapped you up and he lied down next to you making sure you could think properly before you bothered going to the bathroom or showering. You felt amazing. It’s what you’ve been craving and he did so well. He kissed your head and wiped some sweat off of you before cuddling you.

Holy shit guys… I finally finished a request 😅 I’ve been slacking off lately so I apologize for lack of content. Shits been nuts but once summer comes I’m posting everyday 😜

Anyways as always requests are open, DMs are open, so yall better text me🙄

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

☆ Hetalia Masterlist ☆

America (Alfred F. Jones)

I love you's - GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" (America, Russia, England, Canada)

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

Bomber Jacket - Fem!Reader (SMUT)(MDNI)

Summary: Cleaning out your shared closet with your boyfriend leads to the discovery of his old bomber jacket, a jacket that you think looks a bit too good on him. So good that you can't keep your hands to yourself and one thing leads to another.

Smut Headcanons - Fem!Reader

Summary: A short, smut-filled ramble in the form of headcanons. (SMUT, MDNI)

Giving Him Head - GN!Reader (SMUT, MDNI)

Summary: Smutty little scenarios where you go down on some (America, England, Canada) of the nations. Yup. 💕

England (Arthur Kirkland)

I love you's - GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" (America, Russia, England, Canada)

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

Giving Him Head - GN!Reader (SMUT, MDNI)

Summary: Smutty little scenarios where you go down on some (America, England, Canada) of the nations. Yup. 💕

Canada (Matthew Williams)

I love you's - GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" (America, Russia, England, Canada)

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

Giving Him Head - GN!Reader (SMUT, MDNI)

Summary: Smutty little scenarios where you go down on some (America, England, Canada) of the nations. Yup. 💕

Russia (Ivan Braginsky)

I love you's - GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" (America, Russia, England, Canada)

Smut Headcanons - Fem!Reader

Summary: Just me rambling about my smut headcanons for Russia. SMUT, MDNI

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

Dating Headcanons - Male!Reader

Summary: A short list of dating headcanons for a male reader and Russia.

France (Francis Bonnefoy)

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

China (Wang Yao)

None yet!

Italy (Feliciano Vargas)

None yet!

Germany (Ludwig Bieldschmidt)

None yet!

Japan (Kiku Honda)

None yet!

[mysticficti0n]

HELLLOOOO can you write about the reader being at a house party (she's like 17-18 ish) and Toms her ex and uno CUT on Youtube and they play beer pong with the dares, so Tom and Georg are in a team and Y/n and make a friend up are in a team and when Y/n makes their cup the dare is 'French kiss your opponent" and Tom sits her on the tables and stands between her legs making out with her 😀

thank you bebe 😏

L-O-V-E

(and I saw your other request do add that the still love each other so don't worry 🤭)

Beer Pong romance

(all my attention will be back soon but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

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warnings- swearing, drinking

words- 1.5k

"Y/n come on you've been getting ready for like fucking hours!" Lilly cried storming around my room "you look sexy now lets go!" I loved Lilly but she was a family friend- and those friends you can't get rid of...

"will you give me a fucking second I'm doing my lipstick and then we can go alright-" I snapped back seeing her huff "thank you" I finished my make-up and got up from the desk, my jeans clung to my hips just covering my heals, my tube top strapping around me, hair ironed and make-up as perfect as I could get it I was ready "come then" I said thudding down the stairs hearing her follow closely behind "Bye dad- be back soon" I waved seeing him just blow a kiss

"come on we need to hurry-" she began as I started my engine "its on Burns street" I nodded pulling from the drive and making our way to the party, music blasted through the car and we sung along to every song we knew until we finally saw the house "fuck thats lot more than what Henry said their would be"

"no shit-" I parked up and locked the car, Lilly and I walked in smiling to people we knew and made a bee line for the make-shift bar

"Y/n! Lilly!" a voice shouted over the music that was booming everywhere, we looked to find Henry the man himself holding a bottle of vodka loosely between his fingers along with a cigaret that wasn't lit

"hey babe" Lilly smirked walking over and pressing kiss to his cheek "thanks for inviting us" he held her waist whispering something into her ear making me roll my eyes as I poured some liquid into my cup

"I'll let you guys do whatever this is and I'll find you later alright" the girl nodded but I knew she wasn't listening, she was always so all over Henry it was repulsive, I moved through the crowd until I saw a familiar face smiling to me "Kira!" I hugged her, Kira was a friend that I just loved being around, she was just pure but dirty all at the same time

"hey hun! where's little Lilly?" I pointed back to the bar and she nodded "shagging her playmate?"

"of course" we laughed hitting our cups and taking a swig "who are you here with?" I asked leaning closer so she could here me

"oh I came with ..oh Georg! Georg come here!" Georg and Kira were like brother and sister but just not related and had a lot of sexual tension.. so not really like brother and sister but you get the gist. I watched was the long haired boy wondered over winking at a few girls until he reached us

"hey y/n" I smiled "looking good" he was always a flirt "anyway wanna come play a game of beer pong? we need two players" I looked to the girl who nodded grabbing my arm and dragging me as we followed Georg through a sea of sweaty teenagers, people shoved and yelled as we walked past and all I did was spit curses at them until we made it to the kitchen where the island had been made into a ping pong table, I saw Georg fist bump a boy and my eyes met with his

"fuck" I spoke seeing Tom- he was different now though, hair In long, black braids, bandana around his head and a huge coat covering his body

"oh- I forgot to mention he's with us" I fluttered my eyes agreeing to her words finishing my drink and putting the empty cup to the side "okay who's starting"

"ladies first" his voice hit my stomach, it shouldn't have had made me feel so uneasy, Kira grabbed the ball and went to throw "and and also you have to do a dare for every cup the other team make" of course, Tom couldn't play any game without some sort of consequence

"fine" she through the ball and it missed the table "shit" I laughed as she stomped her foot on the ground, Georg picked it up and through it straight into our cup "you're joking- whats the dare?" the boys looked to each other and whispered a few words before agreeing

"drink the cup at the same time" me and Kira rolled our eyes grabbing the cup and putting it between our mouths, beer spilled down our chins, rolling down our chests "nice view" we pulled the cup away and Kira chucked it at the boy

"perv" it was my turn, I lifted the ball and moved to the middle of the island, lining my hand up and with a small count down it landed in the centre cup "Yes Y/n!" Tom took it out looking to me waiting for me to speak

"take off that god awful coat Tom- and Georg you can drink" Tom huffed slipping his coat off revealing his toned arms against his black shirt and Georg didn't hesitate to drink. The game carried on until we both only had 3 cups to go, me and Kira were now stood in our bra's and I had Tom's bandana around my thigh, the boys however had no shoes on, Georg's hair was tied in a bun and Tom was having to have a bow in the end of his braid, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Lilly looking sweatier than before and lips redder "hey!"

"ohh beer pong!" she cheered

"were doing it with dares, wanna do the dare if Tom makes this shot, she hummed standing between our sides with a face that screamed she'd just been fucked somewhere in the house, Tom flung the ball and it landed in our middle cup

"woo!" he clapped watching as I took the cup to my lips, chugging the beer until it was empty "whats their dare?"

"erm... ah- Y/n French with Tom for...3 minuets!" my stomach dropped, head snapping to her "come on!" I looked back over the table waiting for Tom to interject but he wasn't there

"wha-" I felt hands go under my thighs and lift me onto the island, I looked down to see Tom stood between my legs looking up to me "are you crazy?"

"sure... come on you lost and the dare is you've gotta kiss me, not me kiss you" I sighed thinking through ever decision I ever made, that being becoming friends with Lilly and agreeing to come to this party

"come on Y/n you've got this!" Kira called standing next the Georg who came to watch "at least its your ex not a total stranger!"

"oh yeah because that makes anything better!- fucks sake" my hands came to cup his jaw and I leant down "we never speak of this again alright?"

"just get it over and done with sweetheart- it's only me" he smirked and before I could even looked at his shit eating face anymore I pressed my lips against his and everything came flooding back- every kiss, hug, every time he held me, every time I slept between his arms, I felt locked and I never wanted to let go Tom's arms curled around my stomach pulling me closer, I finally let myself relax into him, hugging his neck. I felt him smile as he took a breather before diving back in again and I couldn't help but smile back, it felt.. nice being so close to him again

"Time!" Lilly called hitting my leg but I didn't let go, and nor did Tom "hello! guys you can stop now"

"I think they may need to have a few moments" I herd Kira laugh and she was right- I'd missed Tom so much, everyday I'd look back on all our photo's, the videos, the times I went to his concerts, when he came to the airport to pick me up after not seeing him for weeks, I missed him too much. The group had walked away leaving me and Tom still intertwined with each other the kiss came to a natural end, our foreheads knocked together while we both panted for air

"I- I love you" Tom spoke through breaths making my heart flutter "we shouldn't have broke up, it was so stupid- I need you in my life Y/n" I couldn't speak, words wouldn't form and my head was cloudy of his voice saying he loved me "nobody has ever compared to you, and they never will"

"I love you too" with the mix of alcohol and adrenaline my whole world seemed to brighten when Tom smiled, not one of his side smiles or smirks, his real smile "kiss me again" his hand held my jaw loosely as he leant up to kiss me again, our lips fit like puzzle pieces, it all felt so right

"come here" his voice was breathy as he lifted me off the counter and to the floor, I forget sometimes how tall he is- he was towering over me, I craned my head up to meet his again, before I could reach he pulled off a little, his big brown eyes looked into mine before he spoke again "be mine again?....please"

"of course" I wrapped my hands around his back and slid my hands into his pockets dragging his body closer to mine, our faces met and a soon as they did our lips were attached again... maybe this party wasn't so bad after all