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[pumpingstationsuk]

In the realm of water conservation and sustainable living, grey water pumps have emerged as pivotal components. As environmental concerns continue to rise, particularly in the UK, understanding how to select the appropriate grey water pump for your needs is more crucial than ever. This guide aims to demystify the selection process, ensuring you make an informed choice.

[nanaslutt]

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college professor geto (30) making college student gojo (21) sit on his desk and spread his legs wide while jerking himself off so geto can watch his needy ass beg for him

“faster.” geto orders, gripping himself through his pants. gojo’s mouth waters as he watches his professor stroke the outline of his massive cock. he pants, playing special attention to the head of his cock.

“like this professor?” he asks, leaning further back and spreading his legs wider as he strokes himself faster, hips thrusting upwards to meet his jerks.

geto hums, “why is it you’re such a good obedient boy for me when we’re alone in my office, but during class you’re a disruptive little shit? hm?”

gojo smiles, biting his lip. “i wanted to get your attention, professor. i like the way you look at me when i piss you off.”

geto leans forward while palming himself, pressing his thumb so close to gojo’s hole and spreading him wide. “you know what i’m thinking about when i look at you like that?” gojo waits expectantly, cock dripping. “how i would love to see you crying when i stuff my cock down your throat.”

gojo grunts and smiles, eyes rolling back in his head. “want that.” he says, head falling back. “wanna suck you so good and fuck you after.”

geto raises a brow, hands caressing gojo’s smooth thighs. “you want to fuck me? what makes you think i’ll let you come anywhere near my ass?”

gojo tips his chin down, staring at his professor with lust filled eyes. “ever wonder why i wear,” he pauses to grunt on a particularly sensitive stroke, “why i wear those grey sweats all the time?”

geto narrows his eyes

gojo smiles and continues, “i see the way you look at the outline of my dick. you can’t stop thinking about the dumb jock fucking your hole.”

geto wraps a large hand around gojo’s neck, and his smile grows, as does the speed of his fist. “you wanna fuck my ass, brat?”

gojo nods. “so bad sir, wanna feel how tight you are around me. wanna-“ his hips stutter and jerk as his orgasm creeps up on him. “wanna pump you full of my cum, and i want you to tell me how good i did after. want you to thank me for it.”

“you’d have to make me cum, first.” geto says, cock straining against his slacks with interest, though he feins disinterest to watch gojo beg for it.

gojo nods, pants growing heavier. “i’d make you feel so good, professor. i’d fuck you so good. e-even let you have my ass after if you want it.”

geto whispers low, “oh i want it”

“yeah?” gojo’s word is a breathy pant.

“yeah. give it to me, baby.”

“yeah? fuck- fuck, gonna give it to you.” they lock eyes, getting lost in their filthy daydreams as gojo strokes himself to completion. “gonna- g-gonna- fuck! fuck, professor!!”

geto groans with him as gojo’s cock sprays cum all over his uniform and hand, jerking furiously. his cheeks are flushed a beautiful crimson color, and his moans and cries are music to his ears. he couldn’t lie.. the load gojo just released would’ve felt a whole lot better inside him.. maybe it was time to let his eager student ride his ass.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

MUNCHIES!

Summary: Your neighbor, Kelvin, invites you to the fair. After a night of fun you end up in his apartment.

Warnings: Warnings: Short, Smut, Humor, Neighbors.

Part Two

Kelvin had just finished a day of work that started as early as 5 am. Finally home, he made his way towards his bedroom to undress, only an hour to prepare before he went over to pick up his date.

Standing in front of his wall length mirror, he secured a black durag around his head and flexed some muscles, pleased with his physique. Staring at his reflection with a pair of grey joggers on and white socks, he grabbed his cell phone to take a few pictures.

One grabbing his crotch.

One biting his lip.

And lastly one with a big smile.

He made his way into his messy bedroom littered with clothes and shoes, most of it being designer items sent to him as care packages. He was grateful, but he only had but so much space to put everything. His guest bedroom already turned into another storage area for clothes and shoes.

One habit he couldn’t shake.

Kelvin turned on his shower and quickly undressed the rest of the way. He stepped inside of his shower and started his routine of cleaning, exfoliating, and moisturizing. Warm. Enveloping. Grounded. Engulfed in a wash of amber, a hit of Australian sandalwood, cedar, vetiver; a gentle wave of cardamom. As he smoothed the scrub along his arms, he noticed a scratch there and it brought a smile to his face.

Y/N had scratched him accidentally when they’d been playing around in her apartment last night. The minute his thoughts drifted to her as he stood beneath the filtered shower water, his dick chubbed up immediately and bounced between his legs.

The things he wanted to do to Y/N.

The things he could have done to her last night had he stuck around. She would have been fucked on every surface and that pussy slurped in all sorts of contortions fucking around with him. The Cookie Monster shorts told him all he needed to know. And he was high as a kite too. When he’s high he turns into a super munch and it can’t be tamed. He had to pat himself on the back for behaving.

She had the body that’ll have you busting a premature nut. All those times she’d bent over last night…

He imagined forcing her against the cold counter top while he got down on his knees to suck that pussy from behind—

“Shit,” Kelvin looked down at his dick, “Maybe a quick nut wouldn’t hurt.”

He’d been so pent up lately. No proper release. Kelvin added more soap to his hands for extra slip. He pressed his back against the tile wall and fucked up into his hand nice and slow. Wet balls collided with the back of his hand, soap suds flying onto the glass shower door. Wet, squelching noises were deafening. That pretty, brown dick with a pink tip glistened in his soft hand, slit drooling precum to prepare him for a big eruption.

He’d started taking Maca Root regularly like Aaron suggested and the change in eating habits and vitamins had his libido at an all time high. No wonder he’d overheard his friend in their conjoined hotel room releasing several nuts. He joked him about it but now he understood. Heavy balls and a high sex drive did not mix well if there weren’t releases often.

“FUCK!”

Kelvin pumped faster, bottom lip pouted and eyes crossing. He imagined Y/N’s dainty hand milking him with her tongue on his nipples. Titties rubbing against his chest with the slickness of soap and water. Talking nasty in his face with all that bratty energy.

“Damn, daddy…this big dick wanna cum for me?”

“I bet you wish that cum was in my pussy…”

“If you cum for me I’ll let you eat my pussy all night…”

“I love stroking this big dick.”

“Y/N! Y/N!”

His load spurted out from his tip like an overflowing spout. His hips stuttered out of control. He had to plant his feet firm against the shower floor to prevent from slipping. His stomach caved in the more his ejaculate released from his tight nuts. The steam made his skin more sensitive as he touched his chest.

He opened his eyes and swiped his lips with his tongue. If she could make him cum like that without even fucking her or tasting her, Kelvin didn’t know what to expect when he finally got her.

He rinsed off and made sure his cum had gone down the drain before exiting the shower. As he towel dried his body, his phone buzzed. He entered his room and grabbed his phone from the charger, checking to see who had texted him.

Y/N: Hey, are we still going to the fair? Just checking because it’s almost three.

Kelvin had thirty minutes to prepare. He shot you a quick text before tossing his phone on his bed.

Kelvin: Hey! We’re definitely still going. Just ran a little behind schedule. Let me throw something on and I’ll be over.

Kelvin applied some lotion to his smooth skin and then a white tank top, an olive green Supreme hoodie with a floral design on the back, and denim joggers with all white Nike Dunks. He spritz some cologne on his pulse points and then removed his durag, grabbing a brush to smooth out the deep waves in his hair.

Grabbing his essentials, he exited his apartment, eyes on your text thread.

Y/N: You know I had to lite one up real quick. You better hurry before I smoke this thing down 😂

Kelvin knocked on your door and you opened it ten seconds later. He was instantly hit with a harmonious blend of relaxation and euphoria. Kelvin fixated his brown eyes on the blunt between your fingers, itching to snatch it. You draw your hand back with a giggle, causing his gaze to track a path down your body.

You wore an oversized flannel top with a body—hugging heather gray dress that gripped your hips and thighs tightly. On your feet are a pair of knee high, black converse. Your hair is styled in a braidout and gold jewelry decorated your ears, neck, and fingers. Even with casual attire you ruined him in the best way.

“Hello to you too, Kelvin!” You say with a role of your eyes.

Kelvin gave you an animated look while trying to convey his words with his hands, further annoying you.

“I’m about to close my door in your face if you don’t greet me the proper way.” You sass.

He couldn’t help but bend over and grab his knees as he laughed. Your cute voice and the fake anger you displayed humored him.

Kelvin sat up straighter and licked his lips, “Hey, sexy.”

The way your eyes went round, that told him he’d caught you off guard and that pleased him, his smile with slight dimples growing wider.

“Why are you shocked? It’s the truth,” Kelvin pressed forward, making a ‘grabby’ motion with his fingers, “Now gimmie.”

You didn’t have time to catch up to your motor skills before he stole your blunt and took a puff. As your eyes remained glued to him, he savored the hybrid strain as if he were floating on clouds.

“Wedding Cake?” Kelvin spoke as smoke billowed from his moist, pink lips.

You simply nod your head with a hint of a smile.

“Good shit, sexy…good shit…”

He handed you the blunt. You blink twice to focus before turning to enter your apartment. It was almost three, five minutes to spare.

“C’mon so we can get a good spot!” Kelvin shouted after you.

You reappear with a shoulder bag and your keys. Kelvin gave you some space to lock your door, although he’d leaned in to catch a whiff of your perfume.

Kayali Pistachio.

You turn and Kelvin interlocked his fingers with yours. You give him a look and then a toothy smile like a lovesick woman. He loved catching you off guard.

——

Kelvin found a decent parking spot closer to the entrance. Majority of the younger crowd were leaving with their exhausted parents. At the booth, he displayed his two tickets and both of you received wrist bands to ride unlimited and without having to wait in line. Finally inside, Kelvin held out his hand for you to grasp, the sensation of your soft skin sending a pleasant feeling throughout his chest.

The place is alive with booming music, exhilarated screams, delighted squeals and cheerful shouts. Colossal, gyrating rides with vibrant, pulsating lights towered over the excited visitors. A roller coaster spirals and coils, which makes it look like an elongated snake twisting through the fair. The air is filled with the mouth-watering aromas of sizzling hot-dogs, fluffy cotton candy, spiced apples and sugary donuts. Some stalls sell hamburgers oozing with burnt onions; others sell sweet treats of funnel cakes and deep fried Oreos.

Kelvin stole a glance at you as your eyes that shined bright from the many spectrums of colors danced around. There was so much to do, he wasn’t sure where to start first. Definitely nothing that involved rapid spinning. For you, no drop towers. You bright smile made him grin from ear to ear, displaying pearly whites.

“I want to do the boat ride.” You said.

Kelvin followed your finger. The captain ship that rocked back and forth like a pendulum. He didn’t mind that.

“Let’s go,” Kelvin led the way with your hand in his, “We got the wrist bands to jump the line too!”

The conductor for the ride stopped you both but Kelvin showed him your bands and they let you through. Groans and agitated whispers caused both of you to giggle.

“Where do you like to sit—oh.”

You take a seat all the way in the back. The last row.

“Why do you want to sit back here?” Kelvin questioned with a whiny voice as he settled next to you, “The middle is the best.”

The setting sun caused the brown of your skin to glow. Kelvin narrowed his eyes at you playfully.

“The middle is for punks. Maybe I should start calling you that, huh?” You joked.

“First one to scream is the real punk.” Kelvin declared.

You give him a mischievous smile, accepting the challenge.

The ride started off slow, Kelvin grabbing your hand in anticipation. You both share glances at the sudden drop in your stomach when you reach a new high. The boat whipped forward, causing you to grab Kelvin’s wrist tight. A slight squeal escaped your lips when the boat went back, bringing both of you high in the air. Kelvin squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth while you screamed like a banshee. Both of you laugh hysterically as the ride swayed to a stop.

“Like is said, a PUNK!” Kelvin pointed to you and chuckled while you gave him slaps to his arm.

“I can’t help it! Still not a punk though.”

You both take your time exiting the ride, Kelvin turning to pick you up at the waist, bringing you to your feet gently. You thank him with a pretty smile and reached for his hand. Swinging arms, they head towards a rollercoaster.

Your hair had puffed up from the humidity and it gave you a wild look that drove Kelvin crazy. Anything about you from the beauty mark on your face to the snorting laughs you do made him like you more and more.

“You still look sexy as fuck with messy hair.”

You tucked your chin bashfully, "Thank you handsome."

Kelvin tugged you closer to him, wrapping a hand around your waist. His hand rubbed against your hip and if it wasn't for being in public, Kelvin would have slipped a hand beneath your dress to see if you had any underwear on.

"If you wanna touch my ass, just do it."

You were being bold. Kelvin looked at you before using the hand on your hip to lift the back of your shirt. You laugh as his fingers grip juicy flesh before slapping it a few times.

"Double-cheeked up for real." Kelvin said between laughs.

You both were able to get on and after securing the seatbelts, the operator gave everyone a thumbs up and the cart took off.

The ride began to ascend.

“I always scream on roller coasters even when I love them.”

“It’s cool,” Kelvin's hands gripped the bar.

“We’re almost there,” Kelvin speaks in a soft tone, making you crave him more. Your eyes locked and right before you went down, you put your arms up. You gasped softly, hands coming out in front of you to firmly grasp the bars before the feeling of falling overcame your body.

Kelvin laughed and hollered while everyone else around him screamed through the thrill. Your hair whipped across your face with every turn, Kelvin watching you with a big handsome smile. Another drop came, causing you to squeal a little while your body leaned into him. Kelvin never felt this charged in his life. Your laughs and gasps of pleasure against his neck. Kelvin turns his head, your good smelling hair in his face while your lips connected.

The ride began to slow down and your thighs tightening around Kelvin's hand that came down to grip your thigh. Kelvin reluctantly pulls his hand away, causing you to whimper. He licks his lips clean of your gloss before helping you out of the cart and adjusting your dress. long curly hair all over your head, you looked adorable and freshly fucked. Kelvin smooths your hair out of your face before giving you another kiss.

As both of you walked past a few games, Kelvin pointed out a game booth with bottles and bean bags to knock them down. It was only necessary to win you a stuffed animal. It's sort of a ritual for carnival dates. Kelvin pulled you along, a short, brown-skinned girl with shoulder length locs waving both of you over.

“Knock these bottles down to win a big stuffed animal!”

Kelvin accepted his bean bags, rolling up the sleeves to his hoodie before looking down at you with a wink. You gave Kelvin a hug around his waist before leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Win me a big Yoshi and I'm all yours..."

How was Kelvin supposed to concentrate now after those seductive words. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his dick ached with anticipation.

"You ready?!" The girl that hosted to gaming booth shouted.

“Yeah!”

Kelvin tosses the first bean bag, missing the bottles entirely “Hold on, hold on! that was a trial.”

“Kelvin, there ain't no trials!” You yell with a giggle while watching him make another toss “Kel! aim!”

“If you don't hush!" Kelvin tossed the third bean bag higher, knocking down the top bottle, "SEE! now what?!"

“Still got five more left.” You said.

Kelvin tosses another bean bag, the Game Worker unimpressed with his skills since most people miss. He pauses, looking down at you with his brown eyes that made her melt, “Can I still have all of you? I give good kisses.”

You blush with a bite of your lower lip, “If you win me that Yoshi I’ll give you a secret kiss in the tunnel of love.”

“How about a secret touch too? Can a nigga get that?”

You rolls your eyes with a pretty smile, “Depends on what this touch is.”

“Hmmm,” Kelvin squints his eyes with a dimpled smile, “You just gotta wait and see what these hands can do. They had you squirming with just a cuff of that ass.”

“Stopppp,” you whisper.

Kelvin prayed over the last bean bag before tossing it, knocking down the rest. He was more excited than you with his jumping and cheering. You gave him a high five with a big smile.

“Wow!” The Game Worker who’s name tag read Kim claps, "Guess that Yoshi is all yours!"

“YAY!” You spoke excitedly while watching Kelvin accept a pink Yoshi.

You continue to squeal, jumping up and down before giving Kelvin a one arm hug.

"Uh-uh. Where's my kiss?"

You shook your head with a giggle, bringing one hand around to the back of Kelvin's neck, bringing him closer. Kelvin shut his eyes and grunted when his lips finally touched yours. Soft. Sugary. Skillful. Kelvin almost dropped the Yoshi when you'd slipped him some tongue. Things were turning up the more you kissed. You finally pushed at Kelvin's chest to stop him from sucking on your neck openly.

You licked your lips, "Okay, Cassonova. calm down."

"Seriously? Seriously? after you just kissed me like that?"

You turned your back towards him, Kelvin stretched his arms out with an astonished expression.

"You play too much!" Kelvin said.

"Look who's talking!" You replied.

The remainder of your time at the fair, you ate junk, took pics in a photobooth, rode the ferris wheel, bumper cars, and even tried the tunnel of love even though it broke down on them halfway through.

——

“Kelvin. What is it with you and this art?”

You pace his living room, blunt in hand and eyes taking in the symbolic photographs in a collage on his wall.

Kelvin slid over to you on his hardwood floor and you laugh at his silliness.

“I am OBSESSED with it…the female body is art.”

He put on a poetic voice, whispering in your ear.

“Oh, but the pussy is brave…lest we forget…how much pain the pussy can take…how much pleasure it delivers,” he laughed softly in your ear while you giggled, “Unto itself and others. Remember how it spit you out without a flinch. Now here you are! Using the word pussy like an insult when you’re not even strong enough to be one.”

“WOW,” you turn to look him directly in the eye, “That was impressive.”

“Rupi Kaur.” Kelvin shrugged.

He took the blunt from your hand and put it between his lips, eyes still staring you down hungrily.

“I had a great time today. Thanks for making it happen. You could have asked out any other girl and you chose me. Your chaotic neighbor.”

“I love chaotic. It’s my specialty,” Kelvin replied with a smile, “On a serious note, yeah…I could if I wanted…but I like you. I like everything about you. And I want you. We wouldn’t be here…surrounded by my art and sharing a blunt…and I’m sure arousal…if I didn’t.”

Kelvin placed the blunt between your lips and as you smoke, he played with your ass.

His voice was all raspy and dangerous, “I wanna play.”

“Play how?” You tugged at his gold chain.

Kelvin started kissing along your neck, causing you to flinch from how it tickled.

“STAWWWWP!”

“I like the way you sound when you giggle and tell me to stop,” Kelvin picked you up, your legs straddling him, a streak escaping your mouth.

You’re just so...soft. So soft to him.

“How many licks…until I get…”

Before you know it, you’re in his bedroom. How many licks? Kelvin placed you on his bed while he takes off his hoodie. You instantly feel your clit jump.

“I like the sound of this game.” You finally said.

“I bet you do. And I’m high too. My favorite thing to snack on when I have the munchies.”

Fuck.

You don’t waste time taking off your flannel shirt, tossing it on the floor. You already have your shoes off. Kelvin watched you lay back against his bed with that dress on and a hand between your legs with your knees drawn to your chest. He arched a brow at you.

“No panties?! What a nasty girl!” Kelvin said.

“Figured I’d make it easy for you.”

“Oh, so you just knew what was going to happen, huh?”

Kelvin took off his tank top, shirtless with a six pack. Your eyes swept over his frame with a nibble of your bottom lip. He settled at the foot of the bed, staring down between your legs with his tongue slowly swiping his top lip.

“Move your hand.” Kelvin commanded.

“Gotta say the magic words first!”

“Open sesame!”

Kelvin waved his hands in front of his like he was conjuring magic. You roll over onto your side in a fit of laughter.

“Aight, spread your legs, Y/N! I’m drooling!” Kelvin begged.

“You want it that bad, huh?”

You open your legs side to side but your hand remained over your pussy. Kelvin sucked his teeth and then he crawled onto the bed.

“So, I gotta move your hand myself? I wanna see it,” Kelvin reached for your hand but you scoot towards the head of his bed, “Y/N! I’m tryna eat!”

“Kelvin! Ah!”

Kelvin wrestled with you, both of you rolling around on his bed. You were on top of him, hands together as you try to overpower him. Kelvin let go of your hands and quickly lifted your dress, peeking under and you try to climb off of him but he successfully flipped you onto your back.

“As much as I love to reenact WWE, I need my entire mouth on your pussy…respectfully…now.”

Your chest heaved up and down and your nipples instantly stiffen from his words. Mingled breaths and locked eyes. Kelvin stared at your lips.

“Please?” He lowered his face and started kissing along your jaw, “I wanna make you feel good, baby…”

You scrunch your brows and moan.

“Okay. Be my munch.” You say barely above a whisper.

Kelvin chuckled.

“Gladly.”

You both stare at each other for a while until Kelvin’s hand lifts your dress around your waist. You follow his gaze between your legs. He pushed your thighs so that your knees touched your chest.

“Ugh, fuck, you got the pinkest, wettest pussy I’ve had the pleasure of staring at.”

Your lower lip quivered.

His lips gave you open mouthed kisses on your phat pussy lips and inward. Any part of you his lips would wrap around and lightly suck. You watch him keep your legs open with his hands and the sight of his fine ass with that pink tongue and those pink lips eating you up had you eager to cum in his mouth.

“Yes, mmm, eat that phat pussy, yes, baby,” You encourage Kelvin to go harder. Kelvin scrunched his brows, eyes closed as he licked your juicy slit in long strokes. Deep pressured strokes. He had that pussy wide open while giving you everything you deserved. You started rocking your hips, feeding that tongue, moving your hips in tune with his licks. 

“Kelvin, oh my gosh,” You place a hand on top of his waves, “Yes…mmm…I love those lips.”

Kelvin smiled and used those lips to suck on your clit. You throw your head back from the sensation, the blunt sat discarded on a table, no longer needed. You sat up on your elbows when he added two fingers. This man could finger pussy too? You were unable to control your moans. He would look up at you with a smug expression and a mouth full of pussy.

This was the hardest your clit has ever been from head. This was the most turned on and wet you’d ever been from head. You push at Kelvin’s forehead and he grabbed your wrist. His lips and his tongue was sending you into bliss and you could feel yourself preparing to cum.

“Mm, mm, keep still,” Kelvin stroked your spot and he looked at your with low eyes, “What I tell you to do?”

“It feels so good,” You reply with a weak voice, thighs shaking.

“Then why stop me if it feels good. Punk ass.”

“SHUT UP!”

Kelvin’s lips were back on your clit. You couldn’t close your legs because he had you pined to the bed. Whenever your hips moved side to side, he followed you. Nowhere to run.

“What was all that shit you were talking?!”

Kelvin smiled at you when you tried to move again. He simply flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue. Side to side. Up and down. In a circle. In your hole. Your eyes crossed.

“Fucccck!”

His loud eating had your pussy making noise. Wet, raunchy noises. Kelvin suckled your clit again while curling his fingers over your spot.

“This my pussy? Say it.”

He paused, staring at you.

“Say it’s my pussy.”

You were in a daze. And it wasn’t the weed.

“It’s yours, Kelvin!”

“Good girl.”

You could feel your release coming. The closer it got the more Kelvin sucked on your pussy. He gently tugged on your clit with his lips before sucking it into his mouth like he was slurping oysters out a shell. Your eyes rolled and your hands reached out to grab onto the sheets. Kelvin gave you his hands to hold. You let out the most angelic moan with your head turning from side to side. You came all in Kelvin’s mouth. He mumbled something into your pussy while slapping your phat ass. Kelvin lifted his face from between your pussy lips, licking his lips while his brown eyes connected with yours.

“I’m not finished.”

Kelvin had you on all fours.

He was eating both holes from the back.

You were dripping to the sheets.

That clit didn’t stand a chance.

That pussy continues to cream all in his mouth. Your dress and bra were somewhere in the room. You couldn’t keep track. Words were lost to you and all you could do was drool against his pillow.

“Ima cum in your mouth again!”

Kelvin gripped your ass cheeks as his tongue darted in and out of your pussy from the back. The sound of his tongue had you moaning.

“Eat that shit! Fuck!”

The sucking. He probably had cum dripping from his chin at this point. Orgasm rocked your body so hard you fall to your stomach. Kelvin slapped your ass and with a laugh he settled next to you with a content smile and a glossy face. He rested his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. You just stared at him like he was the Devil.

“What I tell you?”

Kelvin turned to look at you.

“You think you can handle more?”

You could only blink at him. This man can’t be real.

“I don’t get tired, Y/N. Hm,” kelvin turned onto his side and ran his fingers down your spine and over your ass, “Wanna sit on my face?”

It was as if his words had some sort of power over you. You wanted more. NEEEDED MORE.

You sit up and Kelvin gave you a smile before helping you to sit reverse cowgirl on his face.

“Ride my tongue…do it.”

You brace yourself on his thighs and whine your hips. His tongue and lips savored your sopping wet folds.

“Right there, daddy…”

Kelvin reached around your body to pinch your nipples. You whirl your hips when his lips found your clit again.

“Stay on it…mmm…stay on that clit…”

You bit your lip, a confidence flaring up within you.

Kelvin ate to his hearts desire and you couldn’t get enough of it. Your eyes fall to his crotch, a heavy bulge right there in his briefs. You take your hand and stroke him, that dick jerking against your palm. While he ate your pussy for the third time, you freed his dick and when that warm girth touched the flesh of your hand, you whimpered.

Eight inches. Smooth. Brown. Pink tip.

You stroke him, pre cum spilling over your fingers. His balls are so big. You cup them and roll them in one hand while stroking him in your other hand. Kelvin moaned into your pussy, thigh muscles tightening.

“Such a pretty dick, Kelvin…”

You lean forward a little, spitting on his tip. Kelvin tongued you down from clit to hole and you twist your wrist to stroke him while riding out your orgasm. You could feel yourself coming in his mouth.

“I want this dick in me.”

Arching your back, you wrap your lips around his tip and start sucking. Kelvin’s hips jerked out of control.

“Fuck, Y/N. Suck that dick.”

He could see you from his angle, bobbing your head with his dick hitting the back of your throat.

“Mmm, I knew that mouth was made for dick.”

You had his balls while you throated him.

“Dick taste good, don’t it?”

You were loving his dirty talk. It did taste good. You knew it would.

“I made myself cum earlier thinking about you, Y/N…I couldn’t help myself…I think about you so much…how you would look riding my dick…how deep I can fuck you…”

His dick in your mouth, his balls in your hand, your cum on his lips. All of it had you ready to fuck this man into oblivion. Ride him like you were throwing ass to a bounce beat. He was so fine and so deserving of the pussy. He makes you laugh, he’s a gentleman, he’s a certified munch. Boy were you lucky.

Kelvin stared at your pussy and rubbed it from behind.

“Squeeze my nuts…mmm…suck that tip, baby…Y/N…I’m a cum…you want me to cum so bad, huh…shit…”

Kelvin sank two fingers deep inside of you and his dick swelled to the point of making your jaws sore. He let off a big nut in your mouth and you gulped it down like a good cum, guzzling slut.

Kelvin twitched while you sucked down as much nut as you could. His fingers slipped out of you and you finally release his dick. You turn to look at him, and before you know it, Kelvin is sucking on his fingers and then bringing you to the bed to kiss you. He’s on top of you with his tongue in your mouth and his dick flesh against your pussy lips.

Breaking the kiss, Kelvin locked eyes with you.

“I wanna fuck you now.” He whispered.

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[fear-is-truth]

SLEEPING IN ✶ KAI ANDERSON

tags: nsfw ⨟ mdni. fellatio

You pushed the door to your shared bedroom open quietly, careful not to shatter the stillness of the morning. it wasn’t often that Kai slept in, especially on a saturday. usually, you’d wake up to find him already gone—up before sunrise and wrapped up in whatever scheme he had cooked up. but today, you found him still tangled in the sheets, fast asleep.

his blue hair was a mess, and his features were relaxed, the furrow in his brow that seemed to permanently live there now smoothed out. you took a quiet breath, then stepped closer, your footsteps light against the floor as you made your way to his side of the bed. stealthily, you knelt down, resting your arms on the edge of the mattress as you gazed at him, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face, the slight stubble on his jaw grazing your fingertips. his lips twitched slightly at the touch, but he didn’t wake. instead, he shifted a little, turning his head just enough that his features relaxed even further. he seemed so far from the man you dealt with every day.

a part of you wanted to let him rest—it wasn’t like him to be this peaceful. but another part of you knew that if you allowed him sleep in, he’d complain about wasting the morning, even if the sight of him in this rare state was anything but wasted on you.

the blanket had fallen somewhere around his waist, leaving his chest and abs exposed to the cool morning air. his broad chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, the definition in his muscles clear under the soft light. his abs, taut and sculpted, dipping down to that sharp v-line, disappearing into his grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. you glanced down, catching the prominent tent straining against the crotch area.

god, it was too tempting.

lithe fingers explored the plane of his chest and sculpted abs, between his hipbones and the band of his sweatpants and a delicious shiver of anticipation sparked through your spine. after a few moments of stealth — tugging and pausing, you managed to slide his boxers halfway down his thighs and above his knees, and the enticing way his cock sprung out and hit his toned abdomen, the pink tip decorated with a pearly bead of precum made your mouth water. “perverted sex kitten” was what Kai sometimes called you when he was half-annoyed, half-aroused by your horniness, and you supposed you were indeed living up to the nickname.

licking your lips, you propped yourself up on your elbows and positioned between his legs, gathering your wits. you dipped your head down and pressed a kiss on his tip experimentally. he didn’t stir. emboldened, you licked a stripe up his length, dragging the prominent vein on the underside with your tongue before taking the entire head of his cock in your mouth.

hollowing in your cheeks, you flicked the tip of your tongue against the lip where the head and the shaft was connected, before swirling circles over his cockhead, lapping at the familiar, salty precum that had accumulated. he grunted, his thighs constricting around you briefly but still, miraculously dead to the world. you reflected on how nice it was without having Kai yanking at your hair and attempting to shove his entire dick down your throat — even after all this time, the thick girth of him still made your jaw ache; you were never able to fit all of him. wrapping your fingers around the base to compensate, you began to take more of him down your throat, going inch by inch. bobbing your head, you made sure to coat his length with your saliva, and when some of it dribbled out from your lips, you used it as lubricant to pump him with your hand.

at this, Kai let out a strained moan, face scrunching in confusion and pleasure as his hips bucked up instinctively against the mattress to meet your mouth. pulling back your head, you sucked in a desperate breath, lungs burning. his eyes snapped open as he stared down at you.

“the fuck are you doing?”

he grumbled hoarsely, but there was no real ire in his voice. impatient as ever, Kai reached out a hand to grab a fistful of your hair and shoved his cock past your lips and down your throat, the tip of your nose pressing against his lower abdomen, saliva dampening the warm skin there. shifting his other hand, he curled it around your neck, cursing under his breath when he felt the prominent bulge in your throat. the tip of his cock was nudging into the back of your throat, but your gag reflex was basically nonexistent now, thanks to him.

he thrust into your mouth a few times, the mattress creaking with his movements and you could tell that he was close, judging from the telltale throb in your mouth. Kai hissed through his teeth when you started pumping him in earnest, kneading his balls with the heel of your palm for extra pressure.

“goddamnit, f-fuck… m’ gonna cum,”

with a final thrust, hot spurts of come hit your tongue and you gulped it down. cheeks flushed, milky rivulets of his release and your saliva dribbled down your chin as you stared up at him through your eyelashes, watching as his eyes slowly fluttering open. a lazy smirk tugged at the corners of his lips and without saying a word, Kai beckoned you over with a slow, effortless wave of his hand.

“good morning,”

you purred, slipping onto the bed and crawling over him, settling yourself gently on top of his chest. he reached up, fingers brushing along your jaw before he tilted your chin down with his thumb. in one smooth motion, he pulled you into a kiss, deep and slow, lips warm against yours. clearly, he didn’t care about when your mouth had last been. his other hand rested on your waist, and you smiled against his lips, feeling his heart beat steadily beneath you as his hand moved to cup the back of your neck, keeping you right where he wanted.

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[starlemons]

Coffee and Crime ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ PART ONE

Pairing ✦ mafia!bucky x reader

Word Count ✦ 1.6K

Warnings ✦ fluff kind of, just mainly a story setup, mention of a "happy ending", overall story has a 18+ content warning, MDNI

A/N ✦ I've missed writing and wanted to get back into it so figured that the best way to do it was by writing a series.

PART TWO »»» Series Masterlist

I will update the series every 1-4 days depending on my schedule

“Matcha Latte for Sadie!”, you called out to the crowd inside the shop.

A woman stepped forward thanking you and taking the paper cup from your hands. As she turned to leave she slipped a five-dollar bill into the pink ceramic bowl that read “TIPS”. 

“Thank you!”, you said to her, as you turned back to your station.

Wednesday afternoons were usually less hectic, a reason you enjoyed working them, but before you were about fifteen or more drink orders waiting to be made. The small cafe you worked in was crammed with customers, mainly due to the raging thunderstorm outside. 

By now you should have had your (slightly longer than you are supposed to take) lunch break. You could’ve been eating ramen at the shop across the street, reading some more of the new book you just purchased earlier this week. But, here you were, knee deep in orders.

You scrunch your nose up in annoyance, picking up the next ticket and reading the order, four shots of blonde espresso over ice with two pumps of vanilla, two pumps of caramel, two pumps of white chocolate, a splash of soy milk, shaken, poured into a large cup with extra ice. 

With pleading eyes you looked towards your coworker, “Can I please switch off the coffee bar for a bit? I feel like I’m about to lose my mind.”

“I was just about to ask you if you would switch to register for me”, Nat giggled, “I am about to lose my mind talking to people.”

You joined the redhead in her laughter, as the two of you swapped places and you handed her the ticket you had been holding. Her smile turned into a frown quickly, reading the order. 

“Dude, really?"

You shrugged at her and chuckled as Nat rolled her eyes and started on the drink. 

Thankfully the crowd began to dwindle down, until the only customers left in the cafe were a group of teenagers working on a school project. 

“I’m going to go take a break, if that’s cool with you?”, Nat asked.

“Yeah go ahead.”

“You know where to find me if you need anything.”, she said, disappearing through the doorway that led to the back room of the cafe.

You took a deep breath, leaning back against the countertop. Through the large archway windows of the shop you saw that the rain had started coming down even harder. The cold October air scattered the leaves that had fallen to the ground and a bright flash of lightning lit up the sky. A heavy roll of thunder followed soon after, cutting through the sound of the soft lo-fi music playing in the store. 

Your attention was torn away from the windows when you heard the soft ding of the front door opening. Two men entered the cafe, rain dripping off of them. The blonde one of the pair smiled at you sheepishly as if to say sorry for getting water everywhere. 

“Welcome in!”, you called from the counter.

As the two men walked towards you, you looked them up and down. The previously mentioned blonde, was wearing a light grey suit with a lavender button down underneath. A glittering chain sat around his neck, the price of which could probably pay an entire year's worth of your rent. 

Your eyes flitted over to his friend. The other man had longer brown hair and scruff that decorated his cheeks. His black dress shirt and slacks clung to his muscles, leaving little to the imagination. Looking down you noticed a gleaming watch on his left wrist and that most of his fingers had a large ring on them.

Glancing back up, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you locked eyes with a pair of stormy blue ones. The brunette man had caught you giving him a look over, smirking at your flustered expression. 

“Um–I–What can I get for you?”, you stuttered out. 

“I’ll take a hot vanilla latte, for Steve, please.”, the blonde man spoke.

“For here or to-go?”

Steve’s eyes glanced at the man next to him.

“For here.”, his friend said.

You finished ringing up Steve, who paid and went to sit down at one of the many tables in the cafe.

“Do you have anything you would recommend?”, the dark-haired man asked.

You thought for a second, “Well it depends, what do you normally go for?”

“Plain black coffee.”

You cringed at his admission. Plain coffee was bitter, gross, and undrinkable in your eyes. 

“Not a fan?”, the man in front of you chuckled at your reaction.

“That obvious?”

“Very.”

Laughing, you started asking him questions, trying to narrow down a drink for him. He did like cinnamon and holiday flavors, not super big on anything overly sweet, and preferred his drinks hot not iced. 

“Have you ever had a dirty chai?”, you asked.

“A dirty chai? Can’t say I ever have.”

“I think you’ll really like it!”, you beamed, “It’s a chai latte with a shot of espresso.”

“Well I trust you so far…”, he trailed off looking down, eyes searching for your nametag, “Y/N.”

You felt a blush rise on your face again, hearing the handsome stranger saying your name. 

“Oh-Yeah can I get a name for your order?”

“Bucky.”, he said, smiling at you. 

You finished ringing him up and he moved to join his companion at the table. 

“I’ll get started on your drinks, they should be out in just a little bit.”

You grabbed two handmade mugs from under the counter and began brewing your espresso shots. As you worked, you would look towards the men every so often. Not that you noticed, but every time your attention turned back to the drinks, Bucky would glance at you. He kept nodding along to whatever Steve was talking about, before he got a sharp jab to the ribs.

“Steve what the hell man.”, Bucky hissed at his friend.

“Would you quit gawking at the barista and listen to me.”

Bucky rolled his eyes.

“No, Buck I’m serious. This is serious.”, Steve said pointing to his phone screen. 

“Okay, okay.”

Against his will, Bucky turned his attention away from you and to the subject on Steve’s phone. 

A few minutes later you completed putting the final touches on the drinks, latte art for both of them, and a sprinkle of cinnamon on top of the dirty chai. 

“Bucky and Steve, your drinks are ready.”

The brunette man quickly stood and headed for the counter. As he neared, you slid the two cups towards him.

“You’ll have to let me know what you think of it.”, you said to him as he wrapped his fingers around the handles of the mugs. 

“Why don’t I just let you know now?”, he brought his drink to his lips, and took a small sip.

You studied his expression hoping that he liked it.

“Damn, that’s really good.”

You smiled, “I’m glad you like it!”

He returned your grin, setting the mugs back down, and reaching into his back pocket, securing his wallet in his hands.

“For such a great suggestion, here’s this for you.”, he removed two hundred dollar bills and placed them into the tip bowl. 

Your jaw hit the floor, looking between the two bills and the man. 

“Thank you so much!”

“No need to thank me doll.”, he gave you another smile as he turned back around and moved towards Steve. 

Shaking your head you snapped yourself out of your dumbstruck daze and reached for the tips. You weren’t going to take any risks of someone running off with either of the large bills and headed into the back to put the tips into the safe. 

Nat was sitting at the breakroom table, feet propped up in the chair across from her and some reality TV show was playing on her phone. 

“Whatcha watching?”, you asked her.

“Real Housewives of New Jersey. I forgot how good this was.”, she looked towards you, “You want to take your break now?”

“Yes please, I am starving.”

She laughed at you, moving to stand up. You went to the safe, unlocking it and grabbing the bag marked “TIPS”. Quickly you counted the cash in your hands before unzipping the pouch and adding the money into it. You set the bag back into the safe and closed the door. 

“How much have we made so far?”, Nat asked. 

“Three-hundred and six dollars.”

Her eyes went wide, surprised the number was so high.

“It helps that this really attractive man just gave us two-hundred dollars.”

“He what now? Did you give him a happy ending with his coffee?”

You balked at her statement, “Or I am just so absolutely stunning he just couldn't help but give me his money.”

“Oh shut up will you.”, your friend laughed, tossing a stray rag at you.

You dodge the towel, laughing as you grab your rain jacket off the wall hooks behind you and slide your tote bag over your shoulder. Nat and you both returned to the front of the shop together. 

Steve and Bucky were still sitting at their table near the front door. The latter watched as Nat pulled your hood over your head, tightening the strings, giving you some sort of pep talk to encourage your escapade into the downpour outside. As you neared the front door, Bucky stood, beating you to the door handle, and opened it for you.

Pulling your hand back from the knob you shyly thank him. 

“See you around Y/N.”, he said.

“See you.”, you say as you tuck your head down and race out into the rain.

PART TWO

I AM OPENING A TAGLIST FOR THIS STORY LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ADDED!

[eddiazx]

duty calls - evan buckley x reader

Based on this request: I desperately need a phone sex one shot with either Buck or Eddie, I’m ready to claw my eyes out. I’m feral

Long distance is hard.

In every sense of the word. Buck has practically been sporting a permanent boner since you've left for your month-long trip; he and his left hand have become well-acquainted for the past few days.

Buck decides to bake lemon loaves to direct his attention and pent-up energy towards something productive. As he puts the second loaf into the oven, he hears the tell-tale sound of a FaceTime call. He jogs over to his phone, a beaming smile already on his face when he sees your contact name.

"Hey babe! I was-" Buck starts, before he realizes that you weren't in frame; your camera pointed towards the ceiling instead. His brows furrow when he hears soft pants and moans.

"Oh my god, oh my god, Buck." Your voice stutters, and Buck's mouth turn into a lustful smirk, quickly understanding what was going on. He listens quietly as you come, pressing the heel of his palm against his bulge that is protruding proudly against his grey sweatpants (the ones you affectionately call his slut-pants). Eventually, you realize that you had butt-dialed Buck, and face the camera towards your face, cheeks warm in slight embarrassment. "Hey babe." You say, shyly.

"Hey back. You sounded so sweet with my name on your lips." Buck says, voice hoarse with desire.

"Buck." You exhale, heat flooding through your body again at his words. "Touch yourself.

Without any preamble, Buck props his phone against the water bottle on his coffee table before taking a seat on the couch. His thick thighs are spread wide, as he reaches inside his pants to free his cock.

"So beautiful." You murmur, any embarrassment completely gone, your eyes purely fixated on Buck. "Swipe your thumb over the tip, baby."

Buck does what he is told, swiping the bead of pre-come at the head of his dick. You continue to talk Buck through it, encouraging him to fist his length and to run a finger over the thick vein on the underside. Buck gets a good pace going, pumping and twisting his hand over his length, his eyes never wavering from your face on the phone screen. He finally throws his head back in pleasure, his release landing on his fingers and onto his t-shirt.

"That was so hot, Buck. You did so good." You praise, and you can't help but notice his sensitive dick twitching at your words and his cheeks turning the faintest of pink.

As you both smile sweetly at each other in a post-orgasm glow, Buck sighs. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, Buck. At least we can FaceTime until I get back."

Before Buck could concur with your statement, the smoke alarm rings throughout his loft, reminding him of his now burnt lemon loaf.

"Duty calls." Buck grins, and the two of you make plans to video chat the next day, before he runs towards the fire extinguisher.

[suntoru]

─ ✰ BREWING AFFECTION.

✧˚ · . NAGI SEISHIRO loves sleeping, soccer, and gaming. he also doesn’t mind you coffee too.

— warnings: coffee shop! au, fluff, crackfic, reo hating on readers barista skills, downbad nagi (hes oblivious af), maybe ooc?

— author’s note: NOT TUMBLR BUTCHERING THE QUALITY OF MY HEADER. THIS IS NOT OK.

"…so… this was the coffee shop you were talking about?” reo probes nagi tentatively, face crinkled in slight confusion. the small café nestled in the hidden corner of some obscure street— nothing extravagant, and certainly not what he expected. it’s a quiet sanction, only a few patrons savoring the quiet ambience of the modest establishment.

"mhm," nagi hums in affirmation. his eyes are glued to his screen, fingers violently tapping his phone as he skillfully maneuvers through the critical attack from the boss battle. reo doubts he was listening to a word he was saying. he raises his eyebrows skeptically, surveying the surroundings of the quaint little shop. he’s well aware nagi sacrifices fifteen whole minutes of his precious sleep on wednesdays and saturdays to walk all the way here— there must, has to be something special about this place. yet all he can spot are a couple of worn-down couches, cute decorations, and the smell of grinding beans in the air; nothing particularly stands out.

'is the coffee just that good?' reo wonders to himself, his thoughts interrupted when you hastily set a tray down at their table. your hair is tied in a messy bun, name tag displayed largely at the side of your stained apron. "i'm so sorry— morning rush! two triple foam lattes, half a shot of espresso with a dash of cinnamon, right?" the words tumble out, an apology and a question all in one, accompanied by a warm aura that absolutely nobody else in customer service seemed to carry.

…that’s… not…. even close… he deadpans. “um, actually—” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by nagi cutting him off. “t’s good. thanks.” he mutters, hazy half-lidded grey eyes boring into your oblivious, starry-eyed ones. the tips of his ears turn the slightest bit pink as he blows a tuft of his hair out of his eyes. his phone is completely discarded, ‘GAME OVER.’ pixelated largely on his screen as reo’s eyes widen slightly. …did he… die on purpose? no way. but… he was just about to beat the whole game…?

you smile giddily. finally, you got an order right!! “really? i’m so glad! enjoy your drink!” you eagerly exclaim as you walk away, feeling encouraged to pump out the other orders.

“…we ordered two large macchiatos.” nagi shrugs lazily, fiddling with the plastic straw in his drink. “tastes the same. ‘t’s too much of a hassle to correct them.”

“whatever,” reo sighs, “we’ve been waiting thirty minutes for this— it better make my mouth orgasm.” thirstily taking a huge slurp of the drink, he lets the coffee settle for a moment before not so subtly gagging at the aftertaste. how can someone possibly screw up this badly? it tastes like… tepid brown water. this should be a war crime. no offense, but who thought it was a good idea to hire you? “uhm… it’s *retches* certainly an acquired flavour…” he represses another gag as the fluffy white haired male tunes him out once again.

as reo contemplates the questionable quality of his latte, nagi remains blissfully unaware of his own feelings, doing what he does every wednesday and saturday morning— unconsciously admire you from a distance, his attention shifting from reo to you. his fingers idly trace the ridges on the rim of the cup, distractedly watching as you struggle to get the coffee to start brewing.

and he can’t exactly understand why his heart is beating out of his chest (perhaps he’s having a stroke), why his face is tinted red (is it the cold nipping at his cheeks?), or why he only seems to want coffee when you’re there (it simply tastes different). it all doesn’t make sense to nagi’s simple little life, a simple repetition every day; sleep, soccer, game.

nagi seishiro finds the easiest of tasks to be a hassle. yet for some strange reason, waking up early on wednesdays and saturdays isn’t one of them.

©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[jammiee097]

little fuck toy

Warnings: 3racha x reader, threesome, shower sex, eating out, jerking, sucking dick, getting caught, friends with benefits, taking nude pictures, handcuffs, dirty talk, slut calling, cursing.. let me know if I forgot something 🙈🙈..

but most likely enjoy :)

My eyes went to the sound of the door immediately. It meant Changbin and Chan came home from the gym. I was so horny I just needed chan so much.

Chan and I have been FWB for over 4 months now, and I absolutely love it. I can just fuck him almost every time I feel horny, no more use of my own fingers, but his long dick. My mouth began watering of that thought.

'Y/n?' He said and looked inside the house. I turned up from the couch immediately. I was wearing my pink gym trousers which displayed my so lovely ass, and one of my tank tops, the same color. I knew he loved me in this.

He smiled and walked towards me, while Changbin went to the shower directly. 'Did you have a nice workout?' I ask looking at his sweaty forehead, his compression shirt so tight I could see his little abs. His grey sweatpants fitting him so nicely. 'Yeah, it was alright. You look extremely nice.' He says and looks at me questioning. I smiled and slowly turned around. I could hear a soft breath losing his mouth at the look of me. 'Did it for you..' I say, I look around seeing Han sitting on the couch. I stand on my toes trying to whisper something to chan. 'I'm soaking baby.. you need to do something about it..' I put his hand under my pants, letting him feel my pussy through the fabric.

Again a soft whimper left his mouth when He felt how wet I was for him. 'God your so sexy..' He says, 'Wanna hop in the shower?' He says, I nod.

walking over to the shower we couldn't resist anymore. I stopped him in the hallway, putting my arms around his neck kissing his soft lips. He gave him immediately, putting one of his hands on my hip and the other squeezing my ass. I moan softly between his lips of the grip he has on me. He slaps my ass, hard, feeling the frustration he has. I put my legs around his waist and he walked over to the door still kissing me.

Once we opened the door, We heard moans already.

'Fuck~ baby..'. We look at each other, getting of his waist and turning around. I look over at the shower, Changbin standing in the shower with his phone. jerking himself off. So enjoyed in his own pleasure he didn't even see us. His head facing the sealing as he fastened his pace. 'That nice ass, fuck~' He moans again.

Chan coughs. making the aroused changbin react. 'Oh fuck~' He says, his eyes wide, while trying to cover his hardened dick he let his phone flip out of his hands on the marmer floor. I gladly walk over to pick up his phone. 'Changbin you really need to close- IS THAT ME?' I say looking at his phone. He snatches his phone out of my hand. 'Go away. Im showering.' He says waving with his hand. Chan already walking out. 'No, Was that me? that was me huh? Are you jerking off to me?' I say and look at his eyes. 'What, no..' He says. 'Let me see your phone then, cause I clearly saw my face.' I say and cross my arms. making my boobs look bigger. I look at his eyes growing slightly bigger. I smirk and lick my lips slowly, trying to drive him crazy. 'Fuck it, yeah it was you.' He says and shows his phone.

I look at his phone, displaying a photo of me in my bikini on the beach, laying on my stomach displaying my ass real good. 'Chan?' I ask and walk over to him. 'Are you in for some pleasure?' I say and smirk. 'You want us both?' He says. I nod. 'Alright.'

I put off my pants leaving me in my pastel pink thong with white lace and my tank top. lowering myself on my knees in the shower, Taking changbin's fat cock into my hands. 'Do you mind?' I say slowly licking from balls to tip. 'Fuck no.' He says and plays with a lock of my hair. I smile pumping him, giving it kisses while looking him deeply in his eyes. 'So gorgeous.' He groans. I take him into my mouth slowly pumping him. Spitting on his dick, using my tongue trick on him while he began being a moaning mess.

I could feel chan behind me, also on his knees kissing my neck, shoulders. His hand wear on my waist slowly going under my top, my top was already draining in shower water, making it clear to see my matching pink bra under it. 'Can I take this off baby..' He whispered into my ear, biting softly in it. I nod. making changbin moan of my mouth movements.

I pull him out of my mouth and let chan pull of my top. His hands go to my bra squeezing my tits with no mercy. It makes me moaning around Changbins dick, making him more desperate for me. 'Go on chan, Fuck this feels good. dirty fucking slut.' He says putting his hands on the back of my head slowly fucking my mouth. I could feel chan his smirk onto my neck. his hand goes over my stomach on to my thong. He teases by going from left to right just under the waistband. When he kissed my neck several times he finally put two fingers in, finding my clit and making petite circles on it, making me moan.

'Fuck baby, that feels good.' Changbin says and fastens his pace, fucking me in my mouth. I Choke slightly of his thick dick. 'I- Shit, I can't take any longer, your mouth is so fucking warm baby.' He says, chan going a bit faster on my clit. the pleasure is much, but I could bare it. 'Fuck im gonna cum. im gonna-' And with one last thrust of changbin I could feel his cum shooting at the back of my throat. He lets go of my head. I smile, a little cum dripping out of my mouth. Chan removes his hand wiping away the cum with his thumb.

'Lick baby.' He says and I lick the cum off his thumb. Chan and I fully unclothe and step with him under the shower, chan his dick already hard. I wanted to drop onto my knees when they both stopped me. 'Nah Princess, you already did enough turn around to the wall.' Chan demands, stroking his dick slightly.

the tiles of the bathroom wall feeling cold against my body. 'Bent a little.' He says, his hands on my waist positioning me. 'Just like that... Ah Fuck~' He says filling me up without a warning. 'So tight babygirl.' He says slowly moving in and out of my dripping pussy. I moan loudly. He fastens a little with every thrust, making little whimpers into the air around us. His hand squeezing my waist lightly everytime he thrusts into me.

In the mean time Changbin went out to dry himself. looking at us the whole time, my face turned to him. His big muscle arms flexing with every move he makes, making me lick my lips. 'Liking the view babygirl?' Changbin says throwing away his towel. His hair slightly wet, his big body looking so delicious. In the mean time a jealous chan started thrusting deeper and harder into me. 'Hey, don't look at him like that.' He says. I moan before saying anything, 'So what?' I say and smirk at changbin. He cups my face. 'So lovely.' He says. 'Hell nah, she's a fucking slut, wanting two dicks. Can't even enjoy this one.' He says angrly slapping my ass. 'Fuck chan, that hurted.' I say looking at him. 'Don't get mad, your own fault.' He says and smirks. pushing himself extra deep, touching my g-spot. I moan out loud, 'do that again, im sorry baby.' I say, he thrusts into me very deeply, pulling away my butt cheeks. 'Fuck, I'm gonna cum.' I say and touch my clit. Chan snatches my hand. 'Hell nah.' he says again and places my hand on the wall again. 'You don't get to touch yourself princess.' He whispers leaving kisses on my back.

Chan goes from slow and deep, to extremely fast. the sloppy sounds being louder, his balls slapping against my cunt. his hands on my waist making me thrust into him more and more. 'Fucking slut.' He says. The only thing I can do is moan, my pussy slightly hurting from the amount of movement. 'Fuck.. Im gonna cum, your gonna be so full of cum baby.' He says and slaps my ass again, enjoying seeing it jiggle. He comes seconds later, the same with me, making my legs shake a little. He turns me around kissing me roughly, his tongue slipping inside of me, the water still running down on us.

'Come on darling, gonna pleasure you more.' Changbin says and tilts me up to his bedroom. He throws me on his bed, hair still wet, body still wet, pussy still wet enough. Chan comes in too, two pink sets of handcuffs in his hands. He puts them on my wrists closing the other end to the pole of the bed. only my legs still free. 'What are you guys..' Changbin picks up his phone, taking a photo of me laying on his bed, completely naked.

'Who are you sending that too.' I say and look at them. They both laugh. 'Doesn't matter darling, you are ours to ruin.' Chan says climbing on the bed to kiss me on my lips. his legs locking me in between him. 'You're so beautiful princess.' He says and kisses down my stomach. 'Now im gonna eat you out like the dirty girl you are.' He softly says smirking at me. I try to look down at him. Licking my clit, flicking it with his tongue. I moan softly. both his hands on my thighs. He kisses them to tease me. 'No go back.' I say. He comes up. 'Aww, no begging princess. Guess that's one edge in.' He whispers making me gasp.

He starts eating me out, licking my pussy from my hole to my clit. I arch my back out of the pleasure, closing my eyes. changbin went to stant next to me. 'open your eyes baby.' He says and looks at me. 'You gonna be a good girl to us?' He asks. I poutly nod yes, wanting to moan loud.

Chan has always been good at eating me out, that flat tongue of him being so large it could everything with me, enough saliva to actually make me finish so nicely. 'Taste so good.' He moans against my clit. 'Fuck chan, im gonna cum.' I say arching my back.

'Well, cause that will be with someone else.' Changbin says. I look at him, not understanding him. He just smiles and flicks chan on his shoulder. Chan stops and kisses my lower stomach one last time before leaving.

I groan out of irriation. Being all confused.

then I hear someone on in the hallway talking to him.

'I'll do my best.' He says and then appears in the doorframe.

'Hey wonderful. in a need to cum?' He says and licks his lips at the sight of me.

Han standing in the entrance of changbin his room. His dick displaying on the fabric of his shorts. He rubs his crotch through his pants looking at me. 'Talk to me.' He says. 'Yes.' I say and he just smirks. He pulls down his pants, not all the way just low enough to pull out of his dick. he places himself on my entrance and thruts into me. 'You looked so good in the picture baby.' He leans over me, kissing my neck while slowly thrusting into me.

'Making me hard immediately.' He whispers making me gasp moan. 'Fuckk~' I say and arch my back a little. He just giggles and graps my hips, thrusting me onto him faster. 'Did those guys tell you how good you felt? mhm?' He says. I shake my head. 'No? you feel so good darling, so fucking thight.' One of his hands leaving my waist for a second. Putting the end of his shirt into his mouth. then placing it on my waist again. 'Gonna make me feel good mhm?' he muffles out. I nod. 'Good girl.'

He thrusts deeper and harder into me, more like chan did in the shower. I moan and whine for his name, dick and everything else. he felt so good. 'yeah yeah. gonna fuck..' He says slowing a bit down. He presses his thumb on my clit rubbing it fast, making me choke on my moans. He thruts into me more and then when I know it, We both come at the same time. He falls down next to me.

Both trying to catch our breaths. Changbin and chan come walking into the room. Changbin having a cup of water into his hands, and Chan a black hoodie of his to put onto you. 'Our little fuck toy mhm?' He says petting my head after putting on the hoodie.

I giggle before taking a sip of water.

[fictionismyreality3]

Stress Reliever 18+

Warnings: degradation (whore, slag, slut), smut !! Literally just sloppy SmUtttt

Notes: very demure, very mindful 😌 Gaz is so babygirl 🤗🤗

"Bet you like tha', you fuckin' slag."

The umbrella rack had long since been knocked over, water droplets dotting the entryway rug. There was barely enough time to get the door locked before Kyle was shoving you against the wall.

Normally, he would see the heaviness in your face, the way your shoulders slumped as you entered your apartment, and have a bath and your favourite show on before you could get your shoes off. But he could see the look in your eye was different today. You didn't want coddling. You just wanted to forget for a while.

Kyle had no problems with that.

Aching already, he rolled his hips up into your ass, the grey sweats he was wearing doing nothing to hide how hard he was. Every brush of his bulge against your clothed cunt had you arching your ass out, silently begging for him to do something. Anything.

"Yeah, look at you." He cooed, his voice soft but the words condescending in a way that had your head spinning. ""Bout ready to beg for it anywhere, huh?"

Your pants were pulled down to your ankles before you got a chance to respond. Mouth watering, Kyle ripped your panties off you and tossed them to the side, already lining himself up against you.

It was all so fast you were reduced to nothing but a panting mess, choking out a sob as he slammed into your sopping pussy without warning, hissing at the way your walls clenched around him. One of his hands threaded through your hair, holding you by the nape of your neck and shoving your face against the wall.

"Yeah, y'look like a proper whore now, eh?" Skin slapping on skin, your eyes watering at the brutal pace he set.

"Ky, I-" A slap to your ass.

"Shut the fuck up and take it."

With your face pressed against the wall, you couldn't see the way Kyle's eyes were rolling back in his head, the sensation of your pretty cunny sucking him back in like the greedy slut you were had him reeling. His groans and pants echoed in the foyer, the weight of him pressed up against your back. Growling in your ear, he was barely fucking you any more, just rutting up into you for his own pleasure.

You were his to use.

Finally, you got a chance to catch your breath when he forced you to your knees, the hardwood stinging at your skin. He'd kiss your bruises later.

It didn't last long, because he was already rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your lips, breaching the entrance of your mouth with a groan and a mumble about how warm you were.

Swirling your tongue around him got his attention, his eyes falling on you with a half-lidded stare. There was a moment which passed, a breath where you both looked at each other and felt the softness exchanged in your gazes. But then Kyle grabbed a fistful of your hair and shoved his cock down your throat.

"Good f-fuckin' slut." He managed to gasp, bottom lip between his teeth. "Do your fuckin' job an' make me cum."

This is what you wanted. The absence of all thought, no more worries or remembrance about the day you had.

The head of Ky's cock hit the back of your throat, forcing a gag out of you that only spurred him on. Holding the back of your neck, he pressed your face into his lower abs. You could practically feel his cock in your stomach with the way you were face first into his pelvis. The musky scent of Kyle combined with the lack of oxygen had your head spinning.

"Yeah.. yeah, oh- oh fuck." He ignored your little hands hitting his thighs in protest.

"Choke on it."

Black spots poked at the edges of your vision when Kyle pulled out, slapping his cock against your face a few times. Through teary eyes, you just caught the sight of him furiously pumping his veiny cock before he was cumming all over your face with a string of curses.

"Get the fuck up. M'not done with you."

[silhouetteofacedar]

Halves

One of many little moments on a long journey.

AO3

The views along Washington State’s Cascade Loop are breathtaking, according to the brochures from the stand in the lobby of their motel in Chelan. Just past the pseudo-Bavarian enclave that is Leavenworth, Highway 2 hugs the curves of the Wenatchee River through Tumwater Canyon. The scenic byway is tucked between the churning waters and dramatic, towering crags of quartz crested with pines. It’s early spring, and the mountains slowly shake off their winter coats to reveal fresh leaves on the aspens and the first blooms of trillium creeping along the ground. 

Dana Scully sees none of this.

It’s an unfortunate aspect of their work as federal agents; thousands of miles traversed across the continental United States, untold hours spent in anonymous rental vehicles with mysterious odors and pilling upholstery. She knew when she joined the Bureau three years ago that the travel involved would be less than glamorous, but there’s something particularly demoralizing about viewing America the Beautiful solely through a windshield splattered with insect carcasses. 

Scully always falls asleep on long car rides; lulled into slumber by the hum of the engine, the murmur of tires on asphalt, the fact that Mulder sometimes stops talking long enough for her to drop off. She wonders if it’s because his jaw gets tired; in the relatively short time they’ve worked together she’s never known him to run out of things to say.

Her sleep thins on the edges as Mulder wakes her with a soft brush of his knuckle on the tip of her nose. She hears him say they’re still a few hours away from the Seattle field office, but he’s hungry and his long grasshopper legs need a stretch. 

Scully hums in assent, eyelids still heavy as she rearranges herself into a more upright position in the passenger seat. They’ve arrived at one of those proverbial wide spots in the road that bears a “Welcome To” sign, as though that gives it a sense of place when it boasts little more than a gas pump and a convenience store. 

Apparently, this place is called Cole’s Corner, and a hand-painted banner next to a particularly stubborn melting snow berm says there are world-famous milkshakes up ahead. 

Mulder pulls into the gravel parking lot outside what looks like a small house with pink and teal trim. A neon sign advertising banana pancakes hangs in the window.

Scully is hungry and groggy from her nap in the car, her hips and legs stiff from sitting too long.

She gathers her coat around her and slips out of the sedan, the scent of wet pine and moss filling her nose. Droplets of mist bead the shoulders of her coat, clinging to the wool. She can feel her hair creeping into fuzzy curls at the nape of her neck, coaxed into a frizz by the damp Pacific Northwest air. It’s been about a year since they were first in this part of the country together, tearing through waist-high ferns in the dark cedar groves of Bellefleur, hands outstretched. That first case together felt like a rebirth, wherein she shed her old self like her red bathrobe in candlelight in front of her strange new partner. The rich scent of damp earth and rotting logs filled her lungs as she was baptized by the cold Oregon rain, forever changed.

Heavy droplets begin to fall, and she pulls her collar tighter as they ascend the steps to the diner’s front door.

The restaurant is small but warm, every inch of the walls covered in 1950s pop culture memorabilia. A jukebox plays Buddy Holly in the corner; an Elvis-shaped clock swings its pendulum legs in time. Something greasy and heavenly is sizzling in the kitchen, the aroma pulling her in. Scully smiles softly; leave it to Mulder to stumble upon the kitschiest restaurant in the entire state of Washington.

They settle into a small corner booth with sticky grey vinyl seats. They create an odd picture at the table in the midst of hikers in denim and windbreakers; two figures of dramatically different heights draped in layers of dark fabric, heads inclined towards each other with an intimacy that can’t be easily explained. They’ve composed this images together countless times in greasy spoons across the country, travel-weary and disoriented by differing time zones. Sometimes they talk; occasionally they argue. Often they get mistaken for a couple, which irks Scully primarily because she mistakes them for one too. It’s unconscious; Mulder’s warm, firm hand on the small of her back sends messages to her weary brain that her body frequently assigns to the Boyfriend category.

Mulder has that effect on her often. He bursts through barriers, occupying space that had previously only been inhabited by intimate partners. He crams himself into her psyche, poking through neatly filed expectations and burrowing into her soul, creating his own uniquely shaped spot in her being. 

She tries not to think about it; tries not to notice his full lower lip, the charming mole on his right cheek, the way he leans in too close when he talks to her. How he curves over her, his warm voice in her ear. At the office, she feels alert and well-armed against her physical reactions, can easily take her thoughts captive before they get away from her. But when she’s drowsy, far from home, hungry, those base feelings rise faster than she can tamp them back down. He makes her feel small in the best ways and she’s in danger of losing herself in the cover of his wingspan. 

She needs caffeine.

All the waitresses at this establishment have the same name tag; hot pink with the name “Flo” etched into the plastic. A cheery, bespectacled young Flo with blond braids takes their orders, pours cups of too-strong coffee. Scully chooses a BLT, light on the mayo. Mulder orders a grilled cheese sandwich with ham and tomatoes and a cup of chicken and rice soup. 

Scully gazes out the fogging window, slowly warming and wakening in the cozy bustle of the diner. Johnny Cash sings of a ring of fire. Plates clatter in the kitchen, a spoon clinks in a chipped coffee mug. Raindrops fall.

Silence feels more friendly these days, a comfortable pause filling what little space remains between her and Mulder. Words have become only one of the many ways in which they communicate. Their hands carry on their own conversation as the waitress brings their plates; understanding and collaboration in the simple passing of a napkin or nudging the salt across the table.

Mulder picks up a half of his sandwich, toasted a golden brown and cut neatly at a diagonal. “You want a bite?” he asks, holding it out across the speckled formica tabletop, and Scully realizes that it’s the first thing he’s said aloud directly to her since they got out of the car. She hesitates, then leans forward and takes a small, crisp bite out of the corner. Their knees brush momentarily, and she sits back in the booth and considers the flavors of butter and melted cheddar on her tongue.

“Good, huh?” Mulder asks, taking a bite himself. “My dad made them this way, but not on a griddle. Open-faced in the broiler so the tomatoes could get browned.”

Scully nods, stirring her coffee and blowing on it gently. “I haven’t had a grilled cheese in years,” she muses. “It’s the perfect rainy day food.”

“We can trade halves, if you want,” he suggests.

A small smile creeps across Scully’s mouth. Her Mulder has a delightful boyish streak that she pretends not to find appealing. “Race you to the playground afterward?” she jokes. Regardless, she picks up a half of her BLT and places it on his plate, taking the remaining half of his grilled cheese. 

He flashes her a brief, dazzling smile before taking another bite of his sandwich. Scully feels her cheeks warming slightly and turns her attention to her lunch. A full Mulder smile, with bright eyes and teeth, is almost too much for her to bear. A dart of sunlight spearing through a sky blanketed with soft gray clouds. 

Maybe someday she’ll tell him how he makes her feel, how sometimes her heart tumbles in her chest at the sight of him. How his most annoying moments are simultaneously the most endearing, how she’s beginning to love him just a little in spite of herself.

Maybe he already knows.

But for now they’ll just trade portions of their lunches, pass the ketchup, pool the crumpled bills in their wallets when the check comes. Travel in silence as they drive over Steven’s Pass, the view ahead blotted by low-hanging clouds.

[swanlakebaby]

— close call | pjm

prompt: almost getting caught.

⸝⸝ pairing: bf!jimin x fem!reader

⸝⸝ warnings: smut, bf jimin, agoraphilia, blow job, bj, kissing, risky

⸝⸝ word count: 949

⸝⸝ note: i been sick for a few days but now i feel better! there’s not much of a build up in this one and it kind of gets right into the point ~ this is just something quick i thought about earlier and the idea of it sounded fun and interesting so i wanted to turn it into a short scenario :) i hope you enjoy!

nsfw, 18+, minors dni

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the door clicks shut as jimin turns his neck and looks back at you , holding his finger up to his lip , motioning for you to stay quiet. you grin and hop off the bed slowly , walking over to him. he pulls you close to him and pushes your head down , forcing you to get on your knees.

you look up at him and begin unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down. his bulge was begging to jump out of his boxers. there was a small patch of dark grey that stood out against his light grey boxers , indicating that jimin had been horny for a while. you rub the small patch of prscum with your index finger and thumb , giggling as jimin twitches slightly.

“don’t tease.” jimin says , looking down at you impatiently. “you do it to me all the time.” you say , still rubbing his tip. he grips onto your shoulder firmly. you finally stop and hook your fingers on the sides of jimins boxers and pull down , slipping down his boxers and revealing his cock. it springs out , firm and hard.

the sensation of your mouth watering makes you excited and you take no time whatsoever to shove his cock inside of your mouth. he groans lowly , looking down at you with half lidded eyes as you begin sucking him off. you wrap your right hand around his cock , only going as far as your hand would let you.

jimin begins to pant and make small noises. you look up at him , his cock still shoved in your mouth , telling him with your eyes to quiet down. you trail your left hand up his abdomen and abs as he grabs onto your hand , holding it up against his chest. he holds your hair in the other hand , the loose strands of your hair spilling out between his fingers. when he begins to thrust inside of your mouth , it only arouses you even more now. you prop yourself up on your feet and open your legs. you unwrap your hand from his cock. jimin takes notice and places his other hand on the other side of your head.

he deepthroats you with no regard of you possibly choking or gagging. still , you follow his pace , allowing him to abuse your mouth with his cock. with your legs now open , you slip your hand through your shorts and feel your vagina. it’s wet and slick now. you begin slowly fingering yourself to the same pace jimin fucks your mouth.

he grabs onto your head , slowly pushing it away from him until you reach his tip. you tease him , firmly sucking on his tip and jolting your head back. small pop sounds escape your mouth as you do this. jimin says something unintelligible under his breath , enjoying the feeling that came with you playing with his tip.

you lift up his cock and reveal his balls. you begin sucking on them as jimin’s cock rests on the side of your face. slurping sounds and tiny pops fill the space. suddenly remembering there was other people in the house , jimin stops suddenly. he reminds you to be quiet before allowing you to continue. you continue sucking on his balls , pumping his cock up and down.

after a few moments , you stand up. your eyes are watery and your face feels hot now. jimin grabs your neck and kisses you , trailing down your neck and begins nibbling on your collarbone. you smack his arm , not liking the feeling of his teeth against the thin skin of your collarbones. he smirks and turns you around , bending you all the way over. you hold yourself up with your hands as jimin holds his cock , and quickly slides inside of you , not bothering to take off your shorts and panties first.

he holds onto the loops of your jean shorts , using them to firmly move you back and forth on his cock. your legs feel shaky as jimin pounds you roughly. the sounds of his balls smacking against your legs slowly becomes louder with each thrust. trying not to get caught , you grab onto his wrist , forcing him to stop. you stand back up and get back on your knees.

jimin slaps the tip of his cock against your tongue , admiring the visual of you on your knees. you begin sucking him off once again , shoving himself so deep inside of your mouth , your face practically touching his lower abdomen area. he holds the position with his hand pushing your head down on him.

suddenly , footsteps quickly approach the door. the person behind the door knocks , asking for jimin. you look up at him as he bites his lip , not wanting to end the moment. he lets go of your head and takes his cock out of your mouth. you gasp and cough , a small tear running down your cheeks. jimin pulls up his pants quickly and walks over to the door.

he looks back at you , making sure you’re fully covered and can appear normal if need be. you wipe your the saliva from your mouth with your arm and stand up , laying on the bed as though you’ve been resting this entire time.

jimin’s face is a faint pink color , and his belt dangles from his pants. he opens the door and chats with whoever was on the other side as though everything that just happened , didn’t.

written by swanlakebaby™

[pumpingstationsuk]

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[galacticseonghwa]

water - Zhong Chenle

INCLUDES: fem!reader x non-idol!chenle, SMUT, hair pulling, dancer chenle, swearing, fingering, degrading, name-calling, plotless smut with no real ending, based off the song 'Water' by Tyla wc: 844 a/n: not proofread. i'll come back eventually and make this better but I'm too lazy rn😭

there was no warning as chenle walked through the door before he had you pinned to the wall, both your hands caged in one of his on top of your head. his head tilted to the side as his tongue fights with yours in a heated kiss.

hearing your breathing hitch, chenle moves his body into yours and grinds his body into yours. you could feel how hard he was through his grey sweats and your silk black pyjama pants. “baby.” his voice drawls as he pulls away from your lips and to your neck.

his breath falters as he feels you remove your hands from his grasp and into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly before tugging his head back, a moan leaving his pretty lips as you do so.

chenle looks down at you with the biggest smirk on his face, despite his head being angeled backwards. “chenle” you whisper into the thick air, chenle manages to free his hair from your grasp and place one of his hands under your chin to keep you looking at him.

chenle’s mouth moves towards yours, his tongue darting out to lick at your lips the way he did when he was in need of you so badly.

“how was practice?” you ask out in a small voice as chenle picks you up by the thighs and walks you both towards your shared room.

he hums as he places a soft kiss on your lips. “started learning a dance that reminded me of you.” he whispers in between kisses. chenle pulls away to turn his bluetooth speaker on and connect his phone.

water by tyla starts playing as chenle places kisses down the side of your neck.

make me sweat, his hands are pulling your shirt from over your head gently.

make me hotter, he’s kissing down your stomach eyes on you the whole time.

make me lose my breath, his hands are in your shorts rubbing soft circles on your pantie-covered folds.

make me water, he’s got you rid of all your clothes and pumping his fingers in and out of you in a way that has your toes curling.

“chen-le.” you gasp out and grip his wrist, he smirks down at you moving his fingers even faster as he leans down to capture your lips with his. the cool feeling of the rings on his fingers sends you further into a whirlwind of pleasure.

chenle loved having you beneath him like this, his fingers deep inside you with rings on his fingers and his most expensive watch on his wrist. chenle watches your face scrunch and in an instant, he knows you’re close.

he uses his thumb to rub small circles over your clit, his teeth latching onto his bottom lip as he smirks down at your fucked out face. “that’s it baby, come for me hmm?” chenle urges in a low voice.

your body shakes with your orgasm, chenle watching with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his sweats beginning to feel too tight as he palms himself through them.

chenle stands up on his knees, you following suit not too long after to chase after him. he frees his cock from its confinements, he looks down at you as he grips his length and pumps a couple of times.

“open that pretty mouth of yours for me, yeah?” he speaks as he taps the tip of his cock on your lips. not wasting any time you open your mouth and let chenle push himself into your warm mouth.

chenle throws his head back while his left hand pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to bring your head closer to his crotch. “that’s it, baby. i love that mouth of yours.” his moans came out almost harmoniously as he looks back down at you.

your face smeared with tears and drool as he fucked your face the way he liked best. “my favourite scene, baby. my cock so far down your throat, you’re gagging and drooling over me.” his voice comes out deep as he pulls your head closer to him.

“keep sucking me like that baby, ‘m almost there.” his head thrown back, a sight you wouldn’t trade for the world. your free hand slips between your thighs and rubs small circles over your clit.

you moan around chenle, making him snap his head back towards you. chenle pulls himself out of your mouth and pushes you back against the bed. “stupid girl, already cock dumb and couldn’t wait.” he seethes, his hands gripping your sides.

“wanna be fucked like a slut, yeah?” you nod your head vigorously up at him. chenle scoffs harshly, but you don’t miss the way he smiles down at you with so much love.

one thing about chenle was, no matter how harsh his words may seem towards you during sex, he would always have the most loving smile on his face or so much love in his eyes just to make sure you knew he wouldn’t actually call you that to hurt you.

[uselessmicrowave]

for a friend

tfp optimus prime x reader x megatron (pt 2)

part two of this post

tws/content- dubcon elements, dark themes, megatron being a weird mf, voyeurism, shock collars, petplay, master/servant, edging, sticky interfacing, oral

“Good bot, Optimus. Now I want to see you. Open your panels and press your spike into it. You want to have your pet like this in the future, don’t you, Prime?”

“Y- Yes, Lord Megatron.” instead of shoving his spike directly into you, Optimus swipes his servo over his glossa, gathering oral lubricant on his digits. He rubs at the tip of his spike groaning, then reaches down to in between your thighs. Optimus hesitates, looking up at you for permission. You nod.

“I said,” another shock to the poor, detained bot. “spike it.”

“I’ll try to be gentle.” he quickly rubs at your entrance. “I don’t know if I can-” Optimus is cut off with his own yelp, the warlord pushing his hips into yours. It hurts like hell, the pain stings around your whole waist. You shut your eyes and clench your jaw in discomfort. “M’ s-so sorry Y/n-”

“Awe, are you?” Megatron leans into the autobot, faceplates next to faceplates. His whole frame shudders, his spike twitching inside of you. “How does that feel, Optimus? Is it too much?”

Optimus, somehow, looks so much more overwhelmed in this state. Megatron is responded to by a weak moan, desperate and high.

“Tight!” Optimus’ optics flare brightly, his frame shuddering audibly again. “Oh- frag!” his voice booms around you, you suddenly feel scorching hot liquid taking up space inside of you. It’s a struggle to keep his huge aft spike inside you, even halfway inside. Now with the transfluids, his spike is being pushed out. It feels like you’re a water balloon about to pop.

“Overloaded already?” a shock to the autobot makes him flinch hard, his spike twitches inside of you. “Bad bot, prime.” Megatron pulls the red bot back and out of you, taking hold of the collar. Some of the fluids gush onto the cold tabletop.

“Be a good bot.” Optimus lets the grey mech bend him over the table, his faceplates are pressed right up against your sex.

“Hnn!” Optimus’ vents push against your body, his optics closed in an attempt to not get so charged up again and to conceal the amount of arousal he was really feeling.

“You know what to do with them, don’t you, Optimus?” Megatron prompts. The autobot shakily opens his intake, pushes his glossa past his dermas and in between your legs. His optics are lazily trained on your body, oral lubricant spilling out onto your thighs.

Optimus hums as he licks at your sex, tasting his and your fluids. He moves towards your soaked entrance. He gently prods his way into you, craning his neck cables to give you the most he can.

You moan at the sensation, arching your back and tensing. It’s not painful as it was before, his glossa is a much better fit for your fragile human body. He gingerly pumps his glossa into you, massaging all of the places that had been abused prior. Optimus can feel you squeezing down on his glossa, he knows his faceplates are painted blue and burning against your skin. It would be a reddish color for the next few days with the temperature of his plating.

It’s beginning to be too much stimulation for you, you whine and writhe against the mech’s faceplates. Optimus reaches a servo up to you, taking hold of your thigh and holding you still. You paw at his servos, not so silently begging for him to let you squirm. Optimus keeps a hold on your body until you buck into his faceplates, so close to your peak of pleasure.

But, unfortunately, Optimus decides to cease the thrusting and instead he begins to kiss at your thighs. You whine loudly and protest by tugging at his audial fins and kibble, Megatron chuckles.

“I never knew you were such a little tease, Prime.” the warlord muses, watching the autobot’s movements. “I need you to be a good bot and make them overload, can you do that?”

Optimus immediately continues his actions from beforehand, shoving his glossa in and out of your tight hole. Megatron places a hand on the prime’s helm, almost gently, pushing his faceplates into your malleable body. “Good bot.”

“Mmph…” Optimus’ voice sends pleasant vibrations through your body. It makes you even more needy, closer to your edge.

“Yes, give them what they want.” with a slow lick to your sex, you reach your peak and writhe against his glossa. Optimus pulls away from you, letting you ride the pleasure out fully.

Out of nowhere, an overwhelming tiredness washes over you. Your body goes slack on the cold table, breathing hard to cool down and slow your heartbeat to calm yourself. Drool drips from your opened mouth onto your chest, it runs down your side.

Optimus, licking his derma, has your fluid all over his faceplates. His eyes are still lazily watching the relieved and tired expressions you make.

“I think that you have overwhelmed your little toy.” Megatron rumbles. “No matter, we can continue without the plaything.”

The grey mech picks you up in his cold claws, taking you through a door to a separate room. He carefully sets you down on a table covered with soft fabric. Megatron softly speaks to you, “Be a good little human and stay right here, hm?”

Then he exits, leaving you alone and in the warm, welcoming darkness. You decide to rest, maybe you will fall asleep, maybe not. The fabric rubs against your skin in an almost comforting way as you lay down and relax. The longer you stare at the high ceiling, the heavier your eyelids would get.

Just before you fall asleep, there is a quiet voice. “Recharge well, little organic.”

You’ve woken back up. It��s the middle of the night, you are on top of a sleeping Optimus, kind of near the base, someone has dressed you, and you have a blanket covering your body. Optimus is still warm, but without the thick purple blanket you would be freezing. Your mind is too fuzzy to wonder who gave it to you.

You turn your attention to the mech, his optics are offline, and his vents are steady. There isn’t a collar around his neck cables anymore, the poor bot’s vents rattle as he cools himself down. You rise and fall on top of his chassis.

You can see an infinite amount of stars from here. Without the light pollution from a big city, the stars are able to shine clearly. There are no clouds to spoil your view.

It wouldn’t be too bad to stay out here tonight.

[ifhyshady]

THE END IS NEAR.

summary:

a figure.

that’s what gotham made most people, a gray figure that moved throughout its dreadful atmosphere while scrubbing any trace of being a target off their skin.

you were a figure, you intended to stay a figure.

you had a miserable job, an apartment that barely suited you and a job with unsafe people moving through its space often.

so, when an anti-hero deems you as horrible as those you work for, you get caught up in what you try desperately to scurry from.

or:

reader is a civilian with a miserable life and jason is.. jason, with a miserable life.

roughly 2.5k words. for female readers.

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chapter 1; no, i’m not afraid to disappear.

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Gotham was murky.

it was murky, violent and bridled with the rage of those who regret what they could only be promised.

rain pattered on every surface of every moment of every day. curses only man kind could create, tainted every insult or conversation. yell’s and scream’s. siren’s and wail’s. they all sounded within the city.

every price tag far too high and every street far too crowded. and amongst it all was you.

you had grown up in the city, just as most people did. not many chose to find their housing in a place like gotham. and despite that, not many left.

gotham was like a drug pumped into your veins before you could even toss in your hospital given cradle. you’d hate the city and yet not find a moment to leave, despite the many conversation’s one would tend to have over the subject.

you weren’t anything special. just a figure full of grey. alike many people in the city, you typically chose to blend in. you’d find reasons to feel special, to feel seen. maybe write a heart on a takeaway orders bag, or compliment a stranger.

but you’d never find a reason to become anything more but a figure.

because to stand out in Gotham was like drawing a target on your head. and so you rented a crappy apartment near far too many sketchy club’s, you didn’t bother with a car and you prayed you’d never catch the eye of a man far too emotionally stunted.

you worked at a diner where the cooks were far too buddy-buddy with the owner who he himself was sketchy beyond belief. and with this all, you found you fit the term ‘gotham grey’ perfect. just a figure among other figures.

and so the boots you wore, splashed into the muddy, brown water that covered the sidewalk. some splash’s left the water to find it’s way onto your stockings.

the outfit itself felt demanding, much like most of Gotham. with a shirt that strained far too tight over the cleavage that the boss had instructed you ‘ must ’ wear. along a skirt you never trusted covered your backside.

but a job was a job in Gotham, and if the uncomfortable outfit caused men far too above your senior to tip more, then you’d suck it up.

you guessed the perfume you wore had probably found its way lost in the wind by now. as your feet sped up on the sidewalk, pushing past and swerving though crowd’s and people as one side of your head filled with music.

you eventually found the light, half dimmed over time, that screamed the name of the diner that you worked at. drowned out by many more signs that matched. you pushed your side into the old, creaking door, sliding your apron on and your phone into the waistband of your skirt.

you heard the sound of your name shouted across the room and lifted your head while you shoved your now mussed up hair into an uncaring bun, pieces still strayed around as you moved to the counter.

a voice peeked its way over the cook’s window. freddy. that’s his name, you often have to remind yourself. “you forgot how a clock worked?” he said, bored and almost annoyed.

freddy was an…. interesting character. never too nice but never too mean. that perfect part of asshole that you never truly could hate, and yet he was the least sleaziest of the cook’s you had met.

you gave a sigh of disappointment at your own antics as you moved quickly to gather your pen and notepad, shoving it into the side pocket of the grease stained apron.

“just be glad i do my job.” you said, far too exhausted both mentally and physically to truly keep up a charade of actual care.

any person who got this job was after a job that paid well enough for a one person apartment or was looking for money to buy a one person apartment.

and since teenager’s costed less to hire and pay, they often covered many shifts. and in that, the half barely did their job. not that they weren’t pleasant, just not reliable.

Freddy gave a hum of agreement. or what you decided was agreement considering you truly never understood the man. and turned back towards the cook station, turning the heavy metal music you’d had label as ‘fourth divorce’ worthy.

and so you did the same, your eyes met the sad and solum diner, only few patrons scattered around the poorly lit place. bodies curving into faded booth’s and stools alike.

the heater that sat behind the counter hit your ankles and you were beyond thankful, quickly drying off the scattered puddle droplets that had soaked into the stockings.

you tapped your nails against the counter of the small diner, the sound of Freddy’s cooking sounded through the space aswell as the flip of a newspaper page, a gravely cough, a tired sigh and the hum of the heaters.

a couple minutes had passed with the noises that acted as background sound while you mindlessly sat in thought. until eventually the chime of the diner’s bell had made its presence known.

the door opened, rain flooded in and sent a slight chill. and with that a regular passed through, a friend of the boss who also served as a warning in a way, a reminder of Gotham’s increased amount of scum.

you gave a polite nod and he himself did the same, shoving a bag onto the counter as he usually did. Freddy sounded out the name that you never cared nor wanted to remember and the man made his way to sit down.

it all faded into a quick and dull blur, as did most days in the diner. you busied yourself with shoving the bag behind an old rickety cabinet underneath the counter.

wiping your hands onto the skirt that was ‘mandatory’ in your bosses word’s, to wear and then you lifted yourself back up. the day passed through in a dull and mindless sweep, everything taking far too long and yet you did it all with a carelessness that made it past through quicker.

eventually the bright light that flickered onto the gloomy night sky had subsided. the booths were left uncleaned due to nobody at the establishment giving a shit and you continued to count the days money.

Freddy was leaning against the counter, drunk after many hours flooding his systems with a dark brown liquid you didn’t care about, after all there was no reason to.

Freddy was close to the boss in a way that concerned many.

any person that did try or at least attempt to report his careless attitude, words and actions were met with weeks and possibly months of a lack of work.

you focused on wiping down a table, digging the damp cloth over a clump of something that couldn’t possibly be edible, over the surface, letting your bitten lips part as a groan sounded out.

“dammit.” you muttered, and Freddy paid no mind. too focused on bitching on about his second ex-wife to care. you had heard enough of the stories over the time you’d worked there to know you’ve heard this one.

however with how often he plastered his mind with alcohol, he probably barely remembered.

you sighed and continued to dig your fingers into the rough and worn down wood that littered with scrapes, marks and anything alike, you stifled another yawn that laced itself into a sound that represented a hum.

agreeing with freddy about whatever creative insult he came up with for ‘sheila’ as you tried to ignore the burning in your heel from the days incessant walking and moving around.

eventually you had finished the small task of careless cleaning. freddy had packed up and said his goodbyes, gathering his things that revolted with the scent of cigarette smoke and an off brand cologne of some high selling product.

as you had moved to finish putting away glasses and such in their designated area, freddy had turned around. yelling out your name despite the cramped business space.

“Hey! since you’re locking up, can you sort through the bag Bronco sent over?” he said, and you kind of went blank. that’s a new task, and one nobody often gave to you.

many knew that you and probably others were aware of the sketchy stuff the boss, cooks and anybody else included did. and they knew that despite you knowing, you didn’t want a single sliver of what they did.

and so you raised a hand, wanting to protest, but he had already left. you let your arms go limp by your sides as you let a tired and annoyed sigh out, bottom lip tumbling beneath your teeth.

you dragged your gaze over to the mold ridden cabinet and ran a hand through your now grease filled hair, most of the pieces strayed from its original poorly done bun.

placing your elbows onto the counter as it scraped and you let another exhausted sigh, rubbing your hands into your forehead as you tried to grow the want to do this.

it was dangeours business, you knew that, everybody knew that.

getting caught up in the smallest way to this could lead to worse. you were a waitress for fucks sake. this was freddy’s job and often he did do it, but due to the time he lost with his drunken rambles he must of forgotten.

you didn’t move for a moment, maybe even two. too busy trying to find a way you’d ever want to partake in this action.

when the thought that the boss would lose his shit and in a way so would freddy once the blame was put on him, you dragged your aching heels over to the cabinet.

giving a groan out as you practically yanked it open.

‘thanks freddy.’ you heard your own voice ricochet within your skull, cursing him and starting to understand why he’s on his fifth marriage by now.

you wrapped your hand around the bag, groaning as rope met your fingers. and a part of you wondered if later on the same type of rope would be around your wrists.

however you shook that thought off quicker then it came, a little too scared to think of that right now.

you moved to sit at one of the stool’s. the red paint that sat atop the leather faded to a light pink almost, you opened the bag and out came money. you let it sit there for a few moments.

the boss wouldn’t be particularly angry, maybe give you a few more shifts and possibly a poorly given lecture or more talk of what he’d do if you didn’t keep your mouth shout.

but other then that you’d probably find yourself somewhat untouched from the venom that often infiltrated most people in gotham.. right?

you’d never been in a situation like this. yes you’d find yourself as a victim many times, robbery’s and attacks and such. but other then that, you’d never had anything relatively horrible done to you.

to gotham’s standard’s atleast.

you’d never been presented an opportunity to so blantly become a target. and maybe you wouldn’t become a target, but there was that underlying fear, that crippling need to remain undiscovered by anyone and anybody in gotham.

but the fear of both your bosses and freddy’s wrath had you succumbing to said fears, fingers that had become shaky, inched closer to the money.

slowly sorting through the notes as if a gun was already placed to your skull, digging past your hair and into the dome of your brain.

due to the anxiety that had fed its way into your mind, one you hoped wouldn’t be soon shot open to pieces like a hookers hole, you’d spent many minutes over it, so much so an hour had passed.

and now you sat staring at the pieces of crime money. giving an exhausted sigh, how many more you could extract you didn’t know. running your hands through your hair once more.

you lifted yourself from the stool and now found you didn’t know what to do with the wards of cash, you couldn’t leave them on the counter.

any person could see it through the window and that was just begging for something horrible to happen, however you couldn’t put it into the bosses office, only his trusted men could go in.

so you had decided freddy’s work station, your heels now long ditched and you had found you didn’t care about the mold, grease and any other substances that found its way onto your feet.

stack by stack had found its way onto the metal and eventually you’d done everything, even managed to close down most of the diner while helping a criminal activity.

if only your mother could see you now. well maybe this is what she expected of you.

as you turned to make your way back to your belongings and finnaly go home and rest, and goodness was your body begging for it, seconds from shutting down.

you’d probably have a bath, or maybe not. gothams water system was untrust worthy and you hadn’t put a water filter on its tap yet, maybe a long shower instead, washing away the guilt and shame you’d now harbour.

possibly have some tea, maybe coffee. you did get those now biscuits for the tea and your friend, what’s her name — the one from high school, was she really a friend?

well she got you those expensive yeah bags right? probably a re-gift, she had always been kind of a bitch to you. maybe you’d have the tea, curl up, hide yourself from the dreadful gnawing that now rested in your gut and mind.

and maybe that dreadful gnawing was why you were stalling, thinking over useless task’s you know you’d never do. but either way you were thinking about it.

however when your toe skimmed a piece of paper, causing you to slam a hand out to the metal cook station and grip it fiercely. you were ripped from your mindless thoughts, suddenly frantic at the shock of fear.

you breathed it out with an embarrassed laugh despite the fact it was you in the scummy place. and turned your head down towards the reason for your increased heartrate.

only to see a piece of paper, weird.

you bent down to grab it, thinking once more about how stupid freddy was to leave his cooking notes around to fly about. only for your eyes to skin the first line and make you stop thinking, altogether.

‘Cocaine Percatange towards George Albonze - 45% for 1/12/25’

Extra 25% for food offerings for Christmas Campaign.

Another extra 11% for Marcus Antione & Jared Ramstone assaination’

your mouth remained slacked, heart increasing beyond measures you were certain you’d never hit. if you weren’t apart of this before, you definetly were now.

another problem that placed was you had no thought nor idea of where this had last been placed.

you had an inkling the money had been for drugs, maybe funding somebody, the diner had at least been involved. but murder. you know of a murder, you know a murder had been helps by your boss.

and a part of you rationalised, begged yourself even. to remain that grey figure many were, to do as most would and forget, but you couldn’t.

because in a way you are now a target, and if they don’t find out soon they will later on. you weren’t a figure, you could hope and pray, pretend and play.

but at the end of the day, gotham has a way of dragging you down for what you beg you’d never been involved it.

you stood there, as frozen as ice as your fingers trembled. eventually you decided you’d pretend, you could do what many else did before you and possibly were doing in this moment.

and you’d hope and pray just as others do and did, that they wouldn’t figure out, that you’d be sparred from the vines and thorns of gotham, the curse embedded into every slit and crack of every surface.

you placed the note down, yanked your shoes on, put the apron back to its spot and locked the door, and you told yourself, you begged yourself to stay a figure. not to become a target, almost a chant in your head.

and when you stepped onto the train, ridden with drug filled men and women, children asleep and workers such as you, you stared at yourself through the window.

‘i’ll be fine, i’ll be fine’ you comforted yourself, just as gotham taught you too. gaze drifting over gotham’s murky and black sky.

‘don’t suck me into the void’ you begged.

[femmefatalevibe]

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Use nourishing shampoo/conditioner with a leave-in, anti-frizz conditioner. Let your hair air-dry

Apply ultra-nourishing facial moisturizer to the skin with SPF

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