#hide x reader smut

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

i'd like to play roulette with the red chips, please 🥺🙏

and may i also have a cosmopolitan 🍹😌

(i hope i did that right HAHAHA)

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MDNI | h.nagachika x fem!reader

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: pet names, oral (fem receiving), piv, praise, unprotected sex, edging, use of ‘daddy’ and ‘slvt,’ unprotected sex (let me know if i missed anything!)

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: mack i’m fr so glad you requested hide. i love him sm 😭💛. i’m sorry this took so long. i reallyyy hope you like it!

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𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥

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“honey, i’m home!”

those three words were always your favorite to hear. while they were simple, they meant a lot to you. it meant that your husband, hide, had returned home to you yet again.

being a member of the ccg wasn’t exactly the safest job in the world. you knew why your husband worked for them, but it still didn’t make you worry any less.

getting up from the couch to greet him, you flashed him a smile. “there’s my pretty girl.” he cooed after kicking his shoes off. your eyes roamed his body, taking in his features. he always looked so damn good in that uniform..

“honey?” his voice pulled you from your thoughts. blinking and shaking your head, you laughed slightly. “oh, sorry. i was uhm..” trailing off, you couldn’t help but look away. you didn’t necessarily want to admit to your husband that you were checking him out.

“admiring me?” he finished for you. he reached out and cupped your cheek with his hand. moving your head, he forced you to meet his eyes. swallowing, a small blush covered your cheeks. you went to speak, but every word that you thought of died on your tongue as you looked into his eyes.

“come on, angel. use your words. aren’t you going welcome me home?” he teased, a soft chuckle escaping him. the sound was like music to your ears as you looked at him. “w-welcome home.” you stammered out, repeating his words. “oh, come on. that’s it? no, ‘i love you’ or anything cute like that?”

hide had always loved messing with you. he enjoyed how flustered you got. “i-i..” leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips to silence you. “don’t worry, i’ll get you to use your voice.”

“hide!” a soft moan escaped your lips as he continued to draw lazy circles around your clit with his tongue. your fingers gripped the bedsheets tightly as you threw your head back. you could feel him smirk before he pulled away. “yes?” he chuckled, licking his lips.

“s-stop teasing.” you whimpered. he had been edging you for a good ten, maybe fifteen, minutes now. all you wanted was to cum, but he was denying you the satisfaction. “aw, my pretty girl wants to cum?” there he went teasing you again.

nodding your head, you looked at him. “please.” your voice was shaky as you gently bucked your hips. “ah, ah.” he shook his head, his blonde locks falling over his forehead. gently pinning your hips to the bed, he looked down at you with those chocolate brown eyes of his. they were always so warm and full of love.

a soft whine escaped you as you looked at him with pleading eyes. “don’t whine, sweetheart. i’ll let you cum.” he smiled at you before burying his face between your legs once again. he was quick to slip his middle and ring finger inside of you, his tongue immediately latching on to your clit.

“a-ah!” you squeezed your eyes shut as he immediately began pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. his tongue swirled around your clit, making you clench around his fingers. you could feel him chuckle, which made your eyes roll into the back of your head. “h-hide! fuck!”

it wasn’t long before your fingers found his tangled, messy locks. gently tugging on them, you felt that familiar feeling start to build in your stomach. you prayed that your husband would finally allow you the release you so desperately craved.

“p-please,” you cried. “please let me cum!” you could feel yourself hurdling towards your climax. “go ahead, angel. you’ve been a good girl.” he murmured around your clit. with a soft squeal, you felt yourself cum around his fingers. your fingers gripped his hair harshly.

hide gently pumped his fingers in and out a few more times, helping you come down from your high. once he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out, watching as a string of cum followed. “such a good girl. came so much for me.” he praised. bringing his fingers to his mouth, he immediately licked them clean.

your chest rose and fell with every breath, your eyes still closed. after a moment, you opened them. hide was kneeling next to you on the bed, a smirk decorating his features. a bulge was noticeable within the tight confines of his navy blue slacks. “a little hand, love?”

you were quick to sit up, your hands immediately reaching for the belt that held up his slacks. “so eager.” his tone was teasing as you fumbled with his belt. after a few more minutes of you fumbling, hide decided to help you out. his fingers made quick work of removing his belt, the sound of the leather sliding out of the fabric making you drool.

the second his belt was discarded, you quickly undid his slacks and pulled them, along with his underwear, down. his dick immediately sprang free, the tip red and already oozing precum. “look at what you did to me angel. you’re just too damn pretty.” pressing a kiss to your lips, he carefully pinned you down to the mattress. while he kissed you, he finished discarding his pants.

“‘m gonna fuck you so good.” he murmured. you whined against his lips, spreading your legs to give him easier access. “that’s a good girl.” he chuckled as he slowly slid into you. a pornographic moan escaped you, your eyes immediately squeezing shut.

“taking my dick so well, pretty girl.” he praised as he slowly started thrusting in and out. the bed dipped under the pressure of bodies as he started to move his hips faster and faster. “a-ah!” your arms had looped around his neck as he pushed his hips flush against your groin.

resting his forehead against yours, he couldn’t help but press another sloppy kiss to your lips. “so fucking deep!” you cried against his somewhat chapped lips. he continued to roll his hips against yours, allowing every inch of him to fill you up. “and so b-big!”

that had hide chuckling. “yeah? but you can take it. i know you can, pretty girl. you always take my dick like a champ.” he groaned. hide couldn’t help but praise you, especially when you were a sweaty mess underneath him. while he loved how you looked no matter what, his favorite way to see you was fucked out underneath him. it made the long, grueling hours of working for the ccg worth it if it meant he could come home to his perfect girl.

“i-i’m gonna cum, honey. where do you want it?” soft pants escaped him, his body sticky with sweat. you only whined, not giving him a direct answer. leaning down, he whispered in your ear. “if you don’t tell me, i’m going to cum in this slutty little pussy and you’re just going to take it. take it like a good girl.”

his words made your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hips bucking harshly against his. “d-do it! cum in my slutty cunt, daddy!” you whined as you felt yourself come undone on his dick. the second your velvety walls squeezed hide’s already sensitive dick, he came. “o-oh fuck!” he gasped.

he thrusted his hips a few more times, carefully working the both of you through your climaxes. as you both came down from your high, you couldn’t help but let out a giddy giggle. “what’s got you all giggly, cutie?” hide asked.

“oh, i’m just glad you’re home..”

dividers & main picture made by :: @strrynigghts

[deathofacupid]

★ — creep!nerd!jo can't help that he gets a raging boner every time you so much as glance his way. the way your glossy lips pull into a pout, just when you don't quite understand something, has him throbbing. you're always so pretty, too, all dolled up.

so, yeah, it really isn't his fault. if anything, it's yours. always parading around in that lacy skirt, teasing not just him, but everyone, he's sure. oh, and innocent little you doesn't even notice, do you?

no, you didn't notice. not how his cock strained against his pants, when he was tutoring you. how he leaned in a little closer, under the premise of helping you see what your mistake was. how his hand brushed against the soft flesh of your thigh, and your sickly sweet perfume never helped his case, either.

naively, you'd twirl your hair, and all he could think about was tugging it as he took you from behind. he's sure you would make such lovely noises, he has no doubt. god, the way your pink, charmed acrylics would leave marks on his back, too. or, how your bright lipstick would coat his pale skin.

and, really, it's funny how perverted his thoughts get — especially since he's a raging virgin.

that doesn't stop him, though. when he's stroking his leaky dick at night, submitting into his fantasies of shoving your head into a pillow and dragging his sensitive tip across your slit, getting to release his load into your soaked walls.

he comes over to tutor you, often, in your room. the two of you work through things you struggle with, and he stammers out answers to aid. sometimes, you'd leave to get snacks, trusting he wouldn't do anything. he seems like such a good guy, yeah?

for him, that's when the real fun began. he'd go through your drawers, collecting memorabilia for himself. from panties, to dusty old polaroids, he was never disappointed.

if he was feeling risky, he'd bury his face into your pillow, inhaling your scent, and pathetically humping the mattress. grinding his hips down, desperate for any friction. he'd never get to cum, though, you'd always walk in before.

he'd sit up, quickly, and throw a smile at you, pillow in lap. you'd return it, tossing him a bag of chips, and get back to work. and thus, you remained blissfully ignorant.

when you finally started to notice your things go missing, you'd told him, and he'd nodded in sympathy. as if he didn't use them to get off every night.

creep.

[joelsdagger]

intermission || joel miller x f!reader

shout out to @dinandwhiskey for feeding into my delusions for this one and to @skrunkly-scrimblo for the beta <33

pairing: daddy dom!joel miller x f!reader summary: movie night with joel doesn’t go to plan, or joel fucks your mouth while you’re sleeping. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ rating: 18+ MDNI warnings: [No Outbreak], established relationship, age gap [reader is 24, joel is late 50’s] , dd/lg dynamics, daddy kink, somnophilia [no explicit consent in this fic but she’s cool with it, therefore dubcon], oral [m receiving], face fucking, deepthroating, finger sucking, praise kink, pet names [little bug, little angel, baby, the works lol], references to tummy bulge, references to unprotected p in v sex, mentions of creampies, cum eating, reader can be carried [tho in my mind joel is huuuuuge so size kink as well], Joel’s POV. word count: 2.3k a/n: happy father’s day (iykyk) :3

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dividers by @saradika-graphics

He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. 

I don’t fall asleep during movies, daddy, you had sassed him. 

Whatever you say, little bug. 

That was an hour ago and now you’re resting your pretty little head against his belly, your hand tucked beneath your head. You look so peaceful. So pretty. So soft. So – pliant. 

He really shouldn’t. 

But then your hand slips from under your head and falls to rest a hair's breadth away from his clothed cock, it jumps in his sweats. You’ve practically pavloved him to react like that with just a mere graze of your fingertips. 

“You got no idea what you do to me, sweet girl, drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy over here,” his voice a low rasp, reaching for your fingers and gently pulling them from his lap, squeezing your fingertips twice before resting them atop his thigh. 

You’re completely limp, deep in your sleep and Joel is unable to control himself.

He snatches up the remote, hastily turns down the TV, shoves his gray sweats down to the middle of his thighs and frees his semi-hard cock. He wraps a hand around the base, gives it a firm tug, and rests the tip of his length on your lips.

He stills and swallows hard. He shouldn’t do this. He can’t do this, it feels selfish to take what he’s been desperately wanting from you — for the better part of an hour — when you’re unable to respond. He should wake you. 

But then, almost as if you’ve made the decision for him; your lips part and a soft moan releases from you, mmm, daddy. His cock twitches against your lips, opaque droplets already gathering at the slit. Your lips stay parted and the glistening tip slips between your plush lips. 

“Fuck– ” He groans at the sensation, eyes rolling back into his head, hand flying up to the back of yours, cradling your skull in an attempt to anchor himself as he slowly rolls his hips up into you. He stiffens fully at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him. It feels fucking incredible. 

How the hell did he get here? A rare lazy sunday night with you on his lap, taking a man almost three times your age in between your lips, letting him use you in your sleep. 

He remembers first laying eyes on you. You showed up on his porch one night, not too long ago, with sparkling eyes and a shy smile on your face. He didn’t even hear what you had said to him, too distracted by the soft skin of your exposed thighs just below the hem of your pale pink dress — barely covering the plump shape of your ass — and the flow of your hair as a wave of muggy summer heat swept past. He thinks it was something about the leftover cake from your birthday. He only guessed that from the sad, fat square slice of funfetti birthday cake held up in a flimsy paper plate before him, the letters jaggedly cut down the middle of the celebratory phrase.

Joel is a strong man; at least that’s what he tells himself. He knew you were too young for him. The split letters that barely spelled out twenty-four on your birthday cake told him as much. Trouble, he’d muttered. He still mumbles that occasionally when you push his buttons, though hours later, he often finds himself burying his length deep inside of you, tears pricking your eyes while he stretches your needy cunt.

But then you glanced up at him with wide, curious eyes and flashed him a big, toothy smile — the prettiest little thing he’s seen in all his long, hard years — and he cracked; his cement walls came crumbling down. He brought you inside his home, into his too-small bed, and fucked you until you cried, until you asked him for a break only to climb on top of him minutes later, begging him to feed you his cock again.

His cock pulses on your tongue at the memory, your voice high-pitched as you cried, Daddy, please, I want it. And Joel couldn’t resist his special girl. How could he? When you softly gasped into his mouth as he pushed the blunt head of his cock past your puffy folds — nuzzling in and making a home for himself — where he belongs. Your warm, drooling cunt sucking him in to the hilt, sheathing the entirety of his hard length inside your messy little pussy. 

Joel is a strong man, but not when it comes to you. 

Please, please, I need to feel it inside me. All the way up here, daddy, you whined, one hand gliding up your belly, the other fisting the fabric of your lace-trimmed dress. He just couldn’t resist you. So he fucked you and fucked you deep, until he was in the soft pouch of your tummy and poking through from the other side, just as you had asked of him. He fucked you full of his spend, until your poor, tiny hole couldn’t take any more of his cum. 

He’d damn himself to hell before he’d refuse you. He only hopes you don’t deny him if you wake. 

His deft, roughened fingers brush the hair out of your face before settling his hand back on your head. He sits up and leans over; marveling at the stretch of your lips around him, sweat beginning to pool at the nape of his neck and the corners of his temples. 

He feels filthy. A dirty old man. He’s never taken you like this before. But it doesn’t feel wrong. He’s only missing those pretty sounds you make —

You stir and let out a soft moan around him. Sweet Jesus, there you go. Your head dips lower down his belly, nestling more of his length into your hot mouth. Atta fuckin’ girl. Let me in, baby. Open up real big for daddy. 

“Such a naughty little thing, lettin’ me fuck your throat while you’re sleepin’, just needed to be full o’me huh?” He whispers softly, and at that, you hum. Joel can’t help when he bucks up into your mouth in response, saliva pouring past your lips and onto his graying pubic hair. 

“Fuck, baby, you like gettin’ daddy all messy? Like chokin’ on daddy’s big cock?” He taunts, a grin tugging on his face. 

Once again, as if you can hear him, you hum. 

You’re so damn responsive. Or maybe you just like having his dick in your mouth.  

“Fuck, yeah, you do,” he pants, his voice strained with restraint. His free hand glides down to the swell of your ass — the softest skin he thinks he’s ever felt — and hikes up the frilly hem of those pink sleep shorts that he likes a little too much — the ones speckled with tiny red hearts — over one cheek, grabs a handful of your plush flesh, and squeezes. You moan, and Joel feels your tongue twitch, feather-like, beneath the heavy weight of his cock, then pressing up against the thick, pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. He bites down on his lip to muffle the loud moan that sneaks past his lips, the back of his head hitting the couch behind him. 

“Goddamnit, takin’ me so damn well, even in your sleep, such a good fuckin’ girl,” he babbles, his eyes shut tight as he revels in the feeling of himself in your mouth, the action movie silently playing on the screen flashes against his eyelids, measured shaky breaths escaping him. The strong hand on your head easing you lower and lower to take more of him, your lips now grazing the drool drenched hair at his base.  

Your mouth feels like velvet around him — warm and soft and so perfect that his hips cant upwards unconsciously, the pace of his thrusts increasing. He’s losing himself in the haze of his fast-approaching release, a deep-seated tension building in his gut, teetering on the edge until—

You splutter around him and Joel’s head snaps up to peer down at you, your eyelids flutter open against the soft glow of the television.

“Shit, baby. ‘M sorry,” he rasps and quickly retracts his hand from your head. Yet, you don’t pull yourself off him, instead you curl your weak fingers into his thigh. You don’t want him to stop. 

“You want me to keep going?” He asks gruffly, he knows you can take him, you’ve done it countless times since you have met. He’s trained you well. Yet, he needs to be certain he’s not reaching your limit. 

You drag your lips off his cock, an obscene wet slurping sound fills the too still air, letting off him with a pop and maneuvering yourself to sit up on your knees. “Yes, please daddy,” your voice still thick with sleep, peering up at him with an innocence to your needy gaze; a mixture of drool and precum coating your pouty lips. 

“Christ,” he mutters, under his breath. Such a pretty fuckin’ sight. One he reckons he’ll never get tired of seeing. He can’t deny you. Not when you look at him like that. 

“Okay, baby, here,” he murmurs, his hand retakes its place on the back of your head, guiding you toward his aching cock, your lips latch onto the fat head — all angry and red — and he inhales a shuddery breath as he watches your face contort at the stretch of him in your mouth. 

Your tongue flattens underneath him and he presses himself deeper into your willing mouth, filling you up and messaging the walls of your throat with the wide head of his cock. 

His grip in your hair tightens and a low groan rumbles in his throat, “There you go, baby, hold still.”  

Fucking hell. He could keep you here forever. 

“So goddamn pretty like this, baby,” Joel grits, “Love havin’ your mouth stuffed full o’ my cock, huh?” 

You make a low muffled sound around the length of his cock.

“S’right, you do,” he answers for you.  

His free hand trails down the length of your body, instinctively gripping the meat of your ass, dull fingernails digging into your skin, just barely grazing your puckered hole. You whine around him, the vibrations from your throat has him flexing his fingers your hair in response, and with shallow, quick thrusts of his hips, he fucks himself into your mouth. 

Fresh tears begin to sprout in your eyes as you gulp hard, your throat constricting around him. Joel feels his throbbing tip choked tight at the small opening at the back of your throat. The warm walls of your throat so tight — so good for him — the muscles in his belly tighten, and the hand on your ass is quick to join the other on your head, gripping your skull. “Shit— that’s it, angel. M’comin’.” His dick pulsates on your tongue, and a loud, guttural groan spills from him as hot, thick spurts of his cum coat your throat. His hand holds you there, firmly pressing your mouth flush to his spit-smeared balls. He feels you swallow around him again, and he whines quietly. The muscles in his jaw go slack, and his head falls back onto the couch while he lazily thrusts upwards, his leaking head bruising the back of your throat as he empties the last of himself into your mouth and filling your belly, his chest heaving from exertion.

He lifts his head when he feels you pull off him; you cough softly against him, the warmth of your breath brushes against his now softening cock, and his hooded gaze meets the sight of a thin string of saliva and cum dribbling from your wet, puffy lips, tears dripping from the corner of your eyes and down your cheeks. “Oh, c’mere, little bug, lemme see.” 

Just as he taught you, you plant a small, wet kiss on each of his heavy balls. Joel sighs through his nostrils. Fuck. What did he do to deserve you? You’re too good for him. You scoot over to sit up in his lap. Joel feels the slick between your legs through your tiny shorts when you press against his soft cock. He lets out a little groan; if he hadn’t just come, he’d be getting hard at the sensation.

His hand reaches to grip your jaw, angling your face up as you present him with your open mouth, the corners of his lips twitch at the sight of the walls of your little throat; empty, swollen, and used. 

“My filthy girl, you did so good f’me,” he cooes, coaxing away your tears and swiping your glistening lips clean. He pushes the pad of his thumb — covered in slobber and cum — into your mouth and presses it onto your tongue. Your wet eyes lock with his as you enthusiastically suck his thumb clean. 

Man alive. Maybe you’ll damn him to hell.

You release his thumb and giggle, biting your lip and smiling up at him dreamily. “Thank you, daddy, I liked it,” you rasp quietly. 

“Yeah?” He breathes, both of his hands on either side of your face, thumbs stroking your wet cheeks. 

Your wide, glassy eyes meet his gaze, “I like when you do things that make you feel good, it makes me feel good,” your voice hoarse and small, fingers toying with the collar of his t-shirt.

“Well – you always make daddy feel good, little angel,” he praises, leaning forward to lay a long kiss to your forehead that elicits a breathy sigh from you, your eyelids fluttering closed. 

“You tired, baby?” He whispers, tucking your soft hair behind your ear, fingers stroking down your hair and twirling the end of the gathered strands between his fingers.   

You yawn quietly and give him a slow, small nod, a sleepy smile to your face as you sink down in his lap, your weeping cunt throbbing against him. He’ll play with your perfect little pussy in the morning. Maybe your other little hole too. 

He chuckles at that. “Alright, little bug...” he starts, tucking his soft cock back into his sweats. He scoops you up into his arms; his weak, achy knees pop, and a low grunt spills from him as he stands, “Bedtime.”

[wcnderlnds]

bae bae | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: after a night out at club pentagon you end up in bed with your friend who has zero shame ・❥・word count: 1.6k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, thanos is rough. swearing. mentions of drugs, female reader. ・❥・ authors note: ... this is pure filth, im so sorry. also this is pre-squid game <3 i also havent added my taglist in case people dont want to be tagged in smut but if you do let me know!!

The whole night had been a blur. How you’d ended up back in your own bed you had no idea but thankfully you’d made it home safe. The music from Club Pentagon still echoed through your ears like an anthem constantly playing in your head. You opened your eyes, your hands coming up to rub them with the palm of your hands. What time was it? You leaned over, grabbing your phone off the bedside table to see it was 3am. With a groan, you buried your head back into the safety of your pillow making a mental note to yourself to never drink so much again. All you could remember was that it had been a rough day, so bad that your friend Su-bong had decided a night out at his favourite club was the perfect remedy. So much for listening to him. That was on you, really. None of his ideas were ever good. They mostly consisted of drowning feelings in alcohol or taking one of his colourful little pills to forget what was going on.

As your thoughts drifted to him, a quiet groan filled the room causing you to perk up. It was coming from next to you so you just had to assume it was Thanos making noises in his sleep. He did that often – his nightmares coming frequently. If he was next to you that meant he had been the one to bring you home. A big thank you was in order for him in the morning when you could handle being awake. If your pounding head was anything to go by, you were going to have one hell of a hangover. Your eyes closed once again as you tried to drift back off to sleep. Just as you were on the verge of falling asleep, you heard a grunt.

Okay, what was going on here?

You turned around, sitting up slightly as you took in the scene before you. Yeah, there Thanos was. Everything seemed normal until you saw his chest rising and falling rapidly, movement under the blankets catching your eye. Your brows furrowed. This man wasn’t doing what you thought he was doing in your bed, was he? Only one way to find out.

Maybe it was your hungover mind but the thought of what you might find excited you. The way he was biting his lower lip to keep quiet only fueling your intrusive thoughts. Your fingers grasped the blanket, pulling it off. Well, you were right.

There he was, hand wrapped around his cock as he jerked himself off. Your eyes fixated on his hand that began speeding up, his hips bucking off the bed for more friction. Oh, he was really into this. How had he not realised you’d caught him? Part of you wanted to watch him finish, the throbbing between your legs thinking for you more than your brain. You hadn’t even realised how into this you were until you caught yourself slipping. There had been moments in the past where the two of you had almost hooked up but it had never gone past making out. Something always got in the way whether it was his friend Nam-gyu interrupting or his need to take another pill – it never led anywhere.

You cleared your throat deciding it was better to let him know you’d caught him than let him carry on. His eyes flew open, his hand still as he looked at you. He wasn’t embarrassed – you were certain he didn’t even know that emotion. He just looked at you expectantly, pushing himself to sit up slightly, his erection still standing for the world to see. 

“What?” He asked unbothered, annoyed even that you’d stopped him.

“I just caught you jerking yourself off and you don’t care?” You blinked at him. This was Thanos, of course he didn’t care. He had no shame.

“Why the fuck would I? Now, you gonna let me finish or help me out here.” He gestured towards his cock, his hand slowly stroking himself again.

As you watched, you couldn’t help but be transfixed. He knew what he was doing and it was working. The cogs in your brain were working overtime as you fought with helping him or ignoring him and letting take care of himself. He could see it, the smirk on his face making him look even more attractive. ‘Fuck it’, you thought. 

“Fine, you’ll owe me one, though.”

“No problem, Senorita. Now get those pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”

You didn’t have time to react before his hand came up to your head, pushing you down towards his hardened length. Your tongue darted out, teasing the head but he wasn’t having it. He was too horny for teasing. He needed to have his cock stuffed down your throat or he was going to go insane. So, without warning, he pushed your head down onto him. It took you by surprise, almost choking but you steadied yourself, hands gripping his hips as you finally found a rhythm. Your lips moved up and down his length, tongue flattening out against the underside of his cock.

“Mhmm, just like that, pretty girl,” he rasped in that deep voice of his, his fingers tangling in your hair pushing you down onto him. You felt him hit the back of your throat almost gagging on him before he pulled you back up. “You’re doing so good.”

The praise was turning you on more than you’d like to admit. Your lips wrapped around him again, taking him as deep as you could without choking but it wasn’t enough. His hips bucked up into your mouth, his hand firmly tangled in your hair. You decided to give up and let him have his way. He felt your mouth slacken, the feral grin on his face letting you know he was more than willing to fuck your mouth stupid.

His grunts and groans filled the room as he thrust up into your mouth at a rapid pace. You could feel his cock twitching each time he hit the back of your throat. Tears sprang at the corner of your eyes as you gagged on him, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth. “Fuck, I’m so fuckin’ close.”

Just as you were sure he was about to finish, he yanked your head off him, pushing you back down onto the bed. In a frenzy, he pushed the skirt up you were wearing, pulling your panties to the side. He slid his index finger along your pussy, almost groaning at how wet you were when he hadn’t even done anything. You were so damn desperate, he loved every second of it. “Wanna come inside this sweet, little pussy. You gonna let me, baby?”

He dragged his cock along your folds coating himself in your slickness and that was game over for you. Frantically, you nodded your head. That was all he needed. He pushed himself inside you in one deep thrust. The loud moan you let out surprised you, Thanos’s eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of finally being inside you after all this time. No interruptions, no need for a high. This was the only high he needed. He’d been missing out. He pushed your legs up and over his shoulders, pulling his cock almost all the way out and thrusting inside once again. His pace was anything but gentle, the tight grip he had on your hips sure to leave bruises. Your hands gripped the bedsheets below you as he pounded into you. There was no way you were going to last long if he kept this up but then again neither was he. You could tell with the way his eyebrows scrunched up that he was holding back. At least he wasn’t selfish in the bedroom.

“Su-bong,” you moaned, back arching as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. The moaning of his name was almost his undoing.

“Yeah? You like that, huh? Like being fucked stupid by your best friend?” He panted, the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoing off the walls of the small room. The bed occasionally banging against the wall with the intensity of his thrusts. Your neighbours were definitely going to have something to say about it in the morning. “Come for me. Wanna feel you squeezin’ the life outta me.”

One particular hard thrust and that was it. A loud, almost pornographic moan fell from your lips as you saw stars. Your fingers pulled at the sheets, legs quivering as your orgasm washed over you. Thanos didn’t let up his pace, his eyes drawn to where your bodies were joined as he fucked into you. The feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, fuck. Gonna come. Gonna fill you up real good.”

It took one, two more thrusts when he stilled inside you, his cock twitching as he came harder than he had in his life. He was sure he saw the whole damn universe, throwing his head back as he groaned. His hips shallowly thrust into you, pulling out once he’d finished. Did he clean you up? Nah. He flopped back down next to you, grabbing his vape off the bedside.

“We should’ve done that a long time ago,” he chuckled, taking a puff. He handed it over to you, his lazy eyes meeting yours. “Do I still owe you one?”

You took a hit of the vape, nodding your head as you passed it back to him. “Oh, hell yeah you do. Not getting out of it that easily.”

“Was hoping you’d say that,” he winked at you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and bringing you into his side. It wasn’t cuddling but it was something to show you his appreciation. Better than nothing.

[augustinewrites]

"i love hearing your voice first thing in the morning."

you roll your eyes, resting your phone between your cheek and shoulder. nevermind it's mid afternoon. "aventurine, listen—"

as expected, he does no such thing. "don't care why you're calling. just that you're calling."

you can practically hear that smug, handsome grin on his face. "about your assignment in penacony—"

"oh yeah, sorry i had to take a rain check on our date. i ran into a few bumps along the way."

"what date?"

"the one i'll be dropping by to finally take you on." you hear chatter in the background now. he must have just entered the building.

you quickly check your reflection in your office window. "with an explanation for your expense report i hope."

"so you do get my messages! did you see the picture i attached?"

you did see the shirtless hotel selfie he'd attached to the report. you'd done him a favour and removed it (after saving it to your phone) before sending it off to your colleagues. "you gave that trailblazer hundreds of thousands of credits for unapproved 'bribery costs,' as you've called them."

"yep," he confirms, popping the 'p.' there's a few beats of silence as he pulls the phone away from his ear. your phone vibrates with a notification.

e-transfer: AVENTURINE sent you credits!

500,000 credits, to be specific.

"seriously?" you ask, shaking your head.

"don't worry, it's not ipc funds," he assures you. "i won it fair and square. use it buy yourself something to wear on our date. something gold."

"i'll be using it to pay rent for the next few months," you inform him, opening your banking app to deposit the credits. "but maybe i'll blow a little on something fun first."

"oof. speaking of blowing—"

your office door is suddenly thrown open, aventurine strolling inside with his arms wide open.

you stand, rounding your desk. aventurine kicks the door closed then leans in for a hug, only to be stopped by a printed copy of his expense report pressed into his chest. "we need to talk about this."

"nah."

"nah?"

he takes the report, ignoring your protests as he throws it over his shoulder. "hey—"

he quickly closes the distance between you, cupping the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss.

and you— well, you kissed him back, letting him crowd you up against the wall. annoying as he was, you couldn't help but want him a little too.

when he slides a hand under the hem of your pants, you grab his wrist, pulling back to look at him. bright eyes watch you curiously.

"oh no. you first, hot stuff."

"hot stuff, huh?" he grins, already pulling his shirt over his head. you try not to stare at his spectacularly toned torso for too long and inflate his ego anymore. "i like it."

he moves back in for another kiss but you lean back, gaze flicking to his pants.

he quickly undoes them, pushing them down to his ankles and leaving him in just his boxers.

only then did you let him kiss you. again and again and again.

"okay, that's enough," you tease, leaving him with one last kiss to the corner of his mouth. you're breathless, flustered, face warm in the aftermath of your office makeout.

"hey, hold on—" he's quick to groan, shuffling after you with his pants still around his ankles. "where could you possibly be going right now?!"

you turn to face him once you've pulled the door open, holding up your phone. "i'm going to buy something gold to wear for our date."

[anchoeritic]

cowboy!ellie keeping you bound with one of her ropes. your wrists rubbing against one another as the harsh grip of the rope secured the two above your head. “could look at you all day — keep you tied up even after i’m done with you, sugar.” the centre of your panties pooled with your own slick listening to ellie’s raspy words. “bet you’d like that though, right? makin’ you sit here all day, have you think about what else i could do to you?”

with your head thrown back, you could only watch so much as to what was happening beneath you. her fingertips following the trail of her saliva, inching closer and closer down south. her hot breath against your skin already got you going, it didn’t help that her tongue had already made a path before even keeping you still. “gonna make my girl keep her panties on just to watch how soaked they really get,” lips brushing against your stomach, “shows me how much you really need me, don’t it baby?”

you let out a soft whimper in response, trying to buck your hips upwards. she only chuckled at your weak attempt, gripping your waist to keep you down. her other hand coming up to cup your jaw. “already need me so bad, darlin’? haven’t even gotten started and your pussy’s practically beggin’ for my attention.”

[zoieru]

☁︎ Lazy ~

Slow, lazy sex with Jing Yuan ☁︎ cw: NSFW CONTENT, afab slightly sassy reader. Softtt, teasing, down bad Jing Yuan. Estab- relationship. One use of 'my love', use of 'pussy' and 'cunt'. Missionary, cum play(?). It's very natural and domestic. Jing Yuan focus (this is basically a 'wouldnt jing yuan fucking you slowly and sensually be so hot' post) not proofread

"mmh stop teasin'." A hum escaped your lips as your eyes drift down his tan skin, those chest and abs, all the way down to where his pretty cock was running back and forth achingly slow over your folds which parted like petals either side of his reddened tip.

"I'm not teasing. I'm enjoying. I have been unable to spend time with you, properly, in days. Can't a man take his time feeling his love on him again?" His voice dripped, even more honeyed than usual, curling around you and sucking you into his dreamy like embrace. Jing Yuan was sat back a little on his haunches as he rolled his hips rather languidly, long eyelashes concealing the hints of gold of his eyes half lidded and watching the way his glossy tip parted you as if it was the most erotic sight in the world. To be honest it was quite the sight from here, so you could only imagine, with a touch of envy, how good it would be from up there.

You stayed quiet for a few moments, the only sounds in your bedroom the occasional wet squish of his ministrations, and the gentle huffs of breath and little moans you both let out as his tip caught on your clit. While it was driving you a little crazy, you also loved to watch him watch you, taking his time like this, observing himself doing this with that look on his face, the dusting of pink on his tanned cheeks, that little fucking smirk on those lips. That sight was worth the biting of your lip to stop asking him to hurry up. He loved you, loved pleasing you, that was enough to get off on alone.

After a few moments he looked up at you through his eyelashes, eyes gleaming golden in the soft warm sunlight streaming through the window. That damn smirk. "Mh, you're being rather patient. Haven't lost my touch, have I?"

"Jing Yua-an," your voice broke a touch as his cock caught gently on your clit again. "You wanted me to let you take your time, stop complaining and fuck me already," a pout touched your lips as you looked up at him, rather unconvincing in his opinion. But he loved that damn pout on you.

He leaned over you more, a warm sensual chuckle escaping his lips as he supported his weight with his arms either side of your head, leaving his cock resting teasingly across your mound and lower stomach. A tease, is what he was. And he'd get away with it too. One hand came up and poked your little pout, eyes crinkling with faint lusty mischief. "Ah. It seems I spoke too soon. I suppose I have been rather cruel to you hm? I'll make it up to you."

The hand from your lip made a path down your skin, large slightly rough hand drifting over your breast, feeling your nipple harden under his palm, your ribs and waist, eyes half lidded with affection and desire, fixed on yours as it moved. It left you only to let his fingers slip over the base of his cock, which was achingly hard from teasing himself just as much as you.

He did what he usually did, his lips meeting yours in a soft wet kiss as his tip poked and then dipped gently into your pussy, the warmth and subtle pressure making your breath hitch. He hummed deeply, contentedly, into your mouth as he let his hips roll forward and his cock slowly push into you. While cliche, it really did feel like coming home to a certain extent, the feeling of his cock filling you making you feel somewhat whole. A breathy moan escaped your pinkened lips into his own as he sank deeper, taking his time as he did with most things. He was a man in no rush, not with you, he took every single second he could to relish in your shared sensation, forcing you to do so along with him, something rather frustrating but more intoxicating.

He let out a soft low moan as he bottomed out, shifting his hips side to side just a little as if to get as deep as he could, finally parting from your lips and looking down at where he'd disappeared inside you, fluffy hair cascading over his shoulders and onto your breasts. You gasped, the wiggle letting him just kiss your cervix, and his eyes returned to you with a little smug chuckle. "Better?" He teased, voice low and sensual.

"Mph…better," you murmured, eyes fluttering closed as you felt him nestled so deep inside you, inside that you were convinced were probably shaped like him to be honest.

"I'll always take care of you, you know. Patience, they say, is a-"

"'S'cuse me, I'm here to fuck, not to receive a lecture, General. Get on with it," you interrupted, rather sassily, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. His eyes softened and he chuckled, smile stirring the butterflies in your stomach around his cock.

"Manners are also a virtue, by the way…" He teased, voice dripping with sensual teasing, just as you opened your mouth to make another snarky quip, he pulled his hips back, his thick cock sliding out of you until just the tip was left, and then pushed it steadily back in all the way to the hilt, making your voice halt in your throat. He smirked at your little glare, as you tried to still maintain some semblance of defiance as he fucked his cock into you just how he knew drove you crazy. He was so annoying, and you were so ridiculously in love.

His pace continued, not slow, but definitely not fast, steadily and sensually rolling his cock into your cunt, sinking into its cosy core with soft low little moans that always drove you crazy when he did them. Your own joined his, breathy little noises of pleasure, of affection, as he fucked you. His head leaned down again to capture your lips, body weight shifting as his left hand disappeared again and found itself between your thighs, his fingers first brushing over where your pussy stretched around his length, before settling onto your clit with his rough thumb. You let out a soft needy little mewl of surprise and pleasure as he worked small gorgeous little circles into the nub, making you wiggle and roll your hips as he continued to fuck into you, unravelling you and any defiance you had left that might have been wanting to make a sarcastic comment or two.

He hummed, with amused affection and lust, parting from your lips to open those golden eyes, flicking between yours half lidded with pleasure as he smiled. "You're so beautiful like this." He murmured, which just the thought of seemed to shift something, as then his little low sounds became more breathy, lifting in pitch, his eyes closing as he buried his face in your neck as his pace quickened, cock pushing deep with each thrust that was a touch sharper than the next with his increasing pleasure.

Your hands came to his hair, his upper back, running along him as he fucked into you, almost soothing him through the pleasure, coaxing out his high. He groaned into the skin on your neck, breath warm and moist, as your nails ran gently over his skin, through his hair, and his hips began to stutter as they rocked into you, thrusts previously so measured and steady now stuttered with pleasure and overwhelm.

His hand on your clit shifted to your hip almost to steady himself, his neck bending slightly so he could look at him sinking into you beneath him. With the next kiss of your cervix, you felt his thick tip twitch, and his warm body shudder into yours with a deep honeyed moan as he came, warm spurts of his seed deeply pooling around his cock nestled inside you as he stilled, riding out his high. Your hands ran over his gently heaving back, a soft hum filling your lips as you relished in the feeling of him filling you slowly with his warmth.

His weight shifted into you more as he let his breathing slow again, his thumb running small circles just above your hip as he came down. He lifted his head a little after a few moments, a sleepy little satisfied expression on his gorgeous face, hair all mussed from the pleasure. "Mmh, I've missed that," he mumbled, planting little messy kisses over your jaw and cheekbone like a cat licking you.

You felt a giggle rise to your lips and raised an eyebrow slightly, face looking satisfied and quite fucked out yourself, still relishing in the comfort of his cock still deep inside you. "What, shutting me up with pleasure?" You teased, voice soft and sleepy too.

He laughed warmly, raising his own eyebrow and cocking his head slightly, his hair over his shoulder tickling your cheek. "That, too, of course. But I was mostly talking about you, in general, my love. And making love to you." He hummed, eyes softening as they flitted over your expression.

After finishing his sleepy kiss attack by planting one on the tip of your nose, making it scrunch cutely, he pulled back on his haunches again, golden eyes falling onto where your bodies were connected once more. Now the sight was…decidedly more erotic.

"That's so…" He murmured, before rocking his hips back a little and then pushing his cock, softened only a touch, back in, making the gorgeous mixture of your essences ooze out of you around his shaft. His eyes darkened as he did it, a soft smirk playing at his lips as his gaze found yours once more. "That is a sight, one I never tire of," he said, voice a touch rougher with the reignited arousal.

For a few moments he fucked his cum into you gently, watching as it coated his glistening cock and the edges of your cunt, white and thick, gathering around the tip as he pushed it in and out of you languidly. You shifted a little with soft noises with the slight overstimulation, but adored him watching him fuck his own release into you like it was the prettiest thing.

"You're so gorgeous when you do that," you muttered, a sleepy sort of smile playing at your lips to match the heady mix of affection and lust you felt in this moment. He chuckled once more, almost cheeky, before shifting forward again, bottoming out, and settling his body into yours comfortably on the bed.

"We are staying here a while," he stated, muffled by his face nuzzled into both your neck and a pillow. Which resulted in a little laugh from you. Your arms wrapped around him gently, stroking little patterns on his upper back.

"Of course," you murmured, planting a little kiss on the side of his head.

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[cycat-carisi]

Spent

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader

Summary: IDK...shameless smut? Basically, reader wakes up from doing the do and she's ready to pounce on Steve again.

Tags/warnings: Smut! 18+ ONLY. NO MINORS. Established relationship, p in v, slight breeding kink if you squint I guess.

Words: 1127

A/N: *runs and hides*

Fic below the cut or on AO3

Consciousness pushes through heavy sleep as you slowly rouse awake.

"Have a good nap, baby?" a voice jokes softly. "You conked out for a few minutes there." Propped on an elbow at your side, Steve peers down lovingly at you through disheveled chestnut locks.

The room is dark, save for the moonlight streaming through the window of your shared home. You stir again. There is a stickiness between your legs that brings you back to reality, reminding you of what took place not even a half hour before. As your thighs part, you feel more seep out from your core, sending an immediate rush of heat scorching through your veins.

Steve loves when he wears you out. He loves to watch your lashes flutter shut, unable to stay awake after a passionate round of lovemaking. He adores how peaceful you appear when you curl into his side, feeling safe and loved enough to fall asleep in his arms.

But Steve also loves nights like this where you awaken even hungrier for him than before.

Whether it is the memory of him pinning you to the sheets or the fact that the evidence of your lovemaking still fills you, that brings upon your reinvigorated passion, Steve has no idea. But one thing he is certain of is that your desire reignites his within, too.

Eyes darkening with a smile playing upon your lips, you waste no time shaking off the jittery feeling that comes from short naps and quickly capture Steve’s lips with your own. The kiss is hot and needy, all tongues and teeth. You push Steve's shoulders into the mattress and straddle his hips.

The sensation of him springing to life between your thighs makes you moan, and the mixture of his previous release and your rejuvenated arousal makes him slick against your folds.

Except, you aren't done with his mouth just yet. Your lips burn hot against his while your fingers tangle in his already messy tresses. The sensation pulls a low moan from his throat while his hands sear heat against your waist. Steve then glides them higher to cover your breasts, squeezing and kneading, thumbs circling your nipples. The sensation tingles, sending goosebumps scattering over your naked body, heat pooling low in your belly.

You exhale deeply as he continues his ministrations, your combined breaths morphing into pants. Fueled by lust, you begin grinding your hips down against Steve, earning you yet another needy moan.

It's all too much.

Hastily, you reach between you, lifting your hips just enough to take a firm grip on him. His own hips jerk in response, and he kisses you that much deeper.

"Need you, baby," he gasps against your lips.

"Then, I'm yours," you grin, aligning him with your entrance.

You steady yourself with a hand on his pecs as you slowly sink down. You bite your lip at the stretch, eyes screwing shut. A warm hand sweeps to caress your back, a small gesture of comfort amidst the fervent passion of the moment.

Greedily, you take every inch, fully seating yourself against his pelvic bone. You watch as Steve glances down to where you're connected and groans loudly. "You take me so– " but you cut him off by clenching your walls around him.

His darkened eyes fly to yours, amazed by your boldness. "I know," you mouth cheekily. But this time it's Steve's turn to interrupt. His wide palms grip the flesh of your bum, and he lifts your hips. You sense the exquisite slide of his length within your heat, and your eyes widen, fearful that he's going to pull you all the way off him.

However, Steve is just as much a tease. With hazel eyes locked onto yours, his grip on you tightens, halting his movements once he barely remains inside you. His legs then shift, and you release a desperate gasp, completely aware of what's coming.

"Yes," you beg through unsteady breaths, gaze still focused on his.

And that's when Steve's hips surge upwards. The move knocks the breath from your lungs. He enjoys the way your eyes flutter shut in complete bliss.

"Yes! Right there!" you cry out again and again as Steve sets a steady pace, rutting up into you. Each time he hits the one spot that makes you see stars.

The white mess from earlier stains his length as he fucks it back inside you, and you swear the sight of it causes Steve to shove his hips just that much deeper when they slam back up into yours.

"I'm so close," you whine into Steve's ear, that familiar coil winding tighter in your belly.

"Me too, baby," he reciprocates, "just hang on a little longer for me."

For him, you would do anything. Desperately you cling to the edge as he continues to make love to you. Your lips find the underside of Steve’s jaw, mouthing desperate kisses along his freckle-dusted neck, trying to edge him towards a shared release. The move causes his chest to heave beneath you as his hips pick up their pace. Now every movement sends him knocking against your spongy spot at a punishing rate.

Suddenly the coil snaps. You cry out his name, slipping over the edge as you spasm around him.

Steve’s response is immediate, driving his hips impossibly deeper inside you. Your body keeps him locked in place as he spills into your heat for the second time this evening. Swiftly, he wraps his arms around you, pulling your body flush against his as subtle involuntary kicks of his hips allow him to ride out the remainder of his high.

Finally, Steve stills. His hands smooth down your back, and he places soft kisses into your neck. His heart pounds against your chest, uniting the two of you in yet another intimate way. Steve strokes your damp hair behind your ear as you push yourself up on shaky arms. A dopey, blissful smile meets your gaze as you peer down at him. You duck back down to press your lips tenderly to his, soft, contended sighs filling the space between you. “Love you, babe,” you whisper against his lips.

“Love you, too,” Steve murmurs in return, voice laden with fatigue.

You smirk, raising yourself up on outstretched arms once again. “Oh no, did I tire you out this time?”

Through heavy eyelids, Steve can’t help but grin at your quip. “I guess we’re even, sweetheart,” he chuckles warmly before rolling the two of you on your side and tucking himself into your loving arms.

Quietly, you run your fingers through his dark hair, and it’s not long before Steve’s breathing evens out. Completely spent, he drifts off to sleep while you place delicate kisses against his forehead.

Fin.

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[laambfuzz]

college au is rotting my brain… like i NEED schlatt to make reader cockwarm him while they do an essay for class. barely asking for help, just telling him you’re having trouble staying on task and boom. he’s holding me onto his cock while i shakily type out the essay.

“keep your hands on the keyboard, don’t fuckin’ dare think about closing the doc. you want to get this done, yeah? be good f’me and do your work?”

or ted fucking you into his mattress, one of his big hands on your waist as the other holds his camera. he films a shot from behind, cock sliding in and out of you before he moves it to your face, and you’re gone. hazy eyes, flushed cheeks and blabbering about how good he’s making you feel.

“if you’re gonna make art of me, it’s only fair i get to do a film of you, right? might as well make it something worth a constant rewatch, honey.”

[wcnderlnds]

impatient | peter maximoff (smut)

✧ a little extra follow on to this fic but can be read separately. ✧

・❥・warnings: 18+ nsfw. it's just pure smut. explicit language, female reader. ・❥・ authors note: uh. this is the first time ive ever posted smut or fully wrote a whole fic of it so... IM NERVOUS BYE.

The movie had been completely forgotten about now. All Peter could think about was the way your lips felt on his, the way your tongue was in his mouth tangling with his. When you shifted in his lap, it was over for him. That was all he could handle. He pulled his lips from yours, breath heavy as he held you in place on his lap.

“What about the movie?” He said, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Who cares?” You mumbled, hands sliding down his shoulders and along his chest. Peter took a sharp breath in trying to focus but it was very hard — literally and figuratively — when you were sitting on his lap looking flushed from your make out session; your cheeks all red, lips swollen. It was probably one of his favourite looks on you.

“I thought you did, considering you bugged me for days on end to sit and watch this with you.”

”Well, I want to do something else now,” you slowly rolled your hips against his, eliciting a growl from his lips. His fingers dug into your hips as he helped you move against him, guiding your movements. Slow and tortuous — you knew how much going slow tortured him and that’s exactly what you wanted to do. Get him so worked up that he snaps and gives you exactly what you want.

The friction of your hips rubbing against his him was almost too much for him. His head was thrown back on the couch as he guided your movements. It was then you took the opportunity to press your lips to his neck - lightly at first then gently nipping, leaving a nice red mark there, claiming him as yours. Watching him explain that hickey to everyone tomorrow was going to be your amusement for the day. He was at his wits end, he couldn’t take it anymore as he pulled you up from his neck, crashing his lips against yours hungrily. His hands wasted no time in grabbing the edge of your shirt, tugging it off over your head and throwing it across the room. He couldn’t care less about anything other than getting you naked now. His touch was desperate and needy as his hands roamed up your sides, around your back and to the clasp of your bra. In an instant, he had it undone, throwing it behind him. You couldn’t help but giggle against his lips at his eagerness. Your skin felt like it was on fire at his touch, the desire burning up inside you. 

His lips trailed down your neck with wet, open mouth kisses as his hands palmed your breasts. He lightly squeezed causing you to moan against his mouth which in turn made him smirk. As revenge, you rolled your hips against his harder, the outline of his cock prominent against his sweatpants. “Can’t wait anymore,” he breathed. You were almost certain he was using his powers when he pulled off your shorts in a blur, his own sweatpants gone and thrown to the side.

Now free from the confines of his sweats, you could see how hard he really was. As your hand reached out to palm him, he grabbed your wrist with a shake of his head. “Nuh-uh. I’m not fucking around right now. If I’m not inside you within the next second, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna spontaneously combust and that’d all be on you, babe. Imagine cleaning up that mess.”

“So dramatic,” you rolled your eyes at him but instantly shut up the second his hand slipped inside your panties. His fingers expertly began to rub circles against your clit, adding pressure that caused you to squirm in his lap fighting back a whimper.

“Not so sassy now, huh?” He smirked. His fingers moved faster against you, teasing between your folds with ease.

“Thought you didn’t want to fuck around?” 

“Now who's impatient.”

He pulled his fingers from your panties making sure to make a show of licking his fingers of your arousal. The sight alone was nearly enough to make you cum. He pulled off your panties quickly, discarding them with the rest of your clothes that were scattered around the room now. Peter shuffled you off his lap for a moment as he lifted his hips to pull his boxers off. His cock sprang free against his stomach, hard and aching. Biting your lower lip, you settled yourself back on his lap.

Reaching between your bodies, you grabbed his length and positioned yourself above him. Slowly, too slowly for Peter, you sank down onto him. The groan that fell from his lips sounded like heaven, a gasp of your own echoing through the room as he filled you up. “Fuuuuuck,” he grabbed your hips tightly.

He gave you no time at all to adjust to him before he was thrusting his hips up into you. Hard. He slipped in and out of you easily - it was a marvel to him how wet he could get you without even really trying. Your hands gripped his shoulders as he kept pounding up into you. The moans passing your lips were music to his ears as he hit all the right spots. Finally, you managed to get him to still when you stuck your tongue in his mouth, stopping him in his tracks allowing you to start moving your own hips. His moved mouth hungrily against yours as you fucked yourself on his cock, Peter looking between your bodies as he watched himself disappear in and out of you. ‘What a damn beautiful sight’, he thought.

“F-Fuck, so good, baby. So good, keep going,” he praised as his hands slid up your back. He pulled himself up so his chest pressed against yours, the skin on skin contact only driving him closer and closer to the edge. One hand tangled in your hair, pulling your mouth back down to his. The only noises heard throughout the room were the slapping of skin and your moans that weren’t swallowed by Peter’s mouth. As you rode him, you felt that familiar coil start to build inside. Peter picked up on it, feeling you clench around him and suddenly you were on your back on the couch, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked into you at an animalistic pace. “Shit… fuck, need to come, baby. Let go. Let go for me. Not gonna stop until you do.”

As much as he wanted to let go, he needed you to finish first. Peter was anything but selfish. 

His babbling in your ear along with the feeling of him deep inside you was enough to send you over the edge. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging at it as your body arched into his. “Peter!” You cried out, body shaking as your orgasm hit you with such force you were sure you saw stars.

That was all it took to send Peter over the edge. “Fuck,” he hissed, pulling out (he really had no excuse to have a bad pull out game) and stroking his length until he painted your stomach with his release. In an exhausted heap, he threw himself down beside you. His hand lay on his chest as he caught his breath back.

“We might have to watch that freaky little doll again if this is how it ends up.”

“Are you saying Chucky turns you on?”

Peter had zoomed off to get a damp cloth to clean you up, reappearing in front of you in a blur of silver and blue to catch what you said. “What? No! Don’t twist my words, weirdo.”

“Wait until you find out there's like five of these movies. Can’t imagine how horny that’ll make you,” you teased. Sitting up, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips in thanks. 

“Hate you.” It was a pathetic mumble against your lips.

“Not what you said five minutes ago.”

[hyuniyz]

HAND PLACEMENTS !

PAIRING. skz x gf!reader

GENRE. smut.

NOTES. yall this was js so thirsty 😭 but i hope yall enjoy !! also if u know me irl and u see this.. turn a blind eye pls ^^ | like my work? buy me a ☕️

★ chan ( 방찬 )

he leans back in his chair, chuckling to himself at the eager way you throw yourself down on your knees in front of him. eager to have your hands on him, eager to please him. his assessing eyes watch your hands that fiddle with his belt impatiently and he tsks, the sound reverberating in the otherwise silent studio. your eyes dart to his at the sound, scared at the possibility that you had done something to displease him. however he extinguishes your worries. chan threads his fingers into your hair and tugs, harshly. the loud moan you let out seems to take both of you by surprise as you stare at your boyfriend with your eyes wide. he only chuckles at your embarrassed expression before pulling you forward and connecting your lips. kissing chan has to be your favourite thing you think. you love the way his tongue caresses yours, the way he angles your head in a way that allows him to kiss you even deeper and the way he’s so attentive to your needs. so attentive in fact that he’s tuned to notice when you particularly like something, and so as he tugs at your hair again, you feel him smirk against your lips when you release another whine. he pulls back slowly and instead uses his hold on your hair to push you back to your previous position between his legs. this time he helps you pull down his pants, his other hand still tugging at your roots harshly in the way that he now knows you like.

“dirty girl, you like when i’m rough with you?”

★ lee know ( 리노 )

no matter how many times he denies the teasing words his members throw at him lightheartedly. minho thinks there’s truth behind their words. the fact that he’s so completely enamoured by you that he can’t help but act like a teenager whenever your around. well he’s acting like one right now.. a very horny teenager judging by the tent his pants that he ignores in favour of holding you up against the door of the fitting room. what? don’t judge he couldn’t control himself. the moment you had walked out to show him the pretty sundress adorning your body, all that control was thrown out the window and he couldn’t drag you back into the fitting room any faster. the threat of someone finding you like this - with straps of your dress pulled down your shoulders to provide minho with easy access to ravish your chest and your legs wrapped around your boyfriend’s waist - looms over your head but you lose focus when minho’s lips closes around your nipple, and tugs, pulling a surprised moan out of you. he lifts his head at the sound, mind hazy with the need to destroy you but he seems to realise your surroundings. a kiss to your collarbone rewards him with another moan that has him pressing his palm to your mouth to muffle any further sounds while his other hand sneaks between your legs.

“gotta be quiet for me baby.”

★ changbin ( 창빈 )

oh he absolutely ruins you with his hands under the back of ur thighs, holding your weight up against him so you can cling to him in your haste to get impossibly closer. he loves to be reminded of how much of an effect his strength has on you and so he slips his hands under your thighs from where your straddling him, muttering a quiet “jump” against your lips that has you going feral but you comply to his wishes with a breathy whine. you’re too far lost in his lips to acknowledge the slight smirk he supports but you do not miss the way his hands flex under you a little as he carries you towards his bedroom and you press into him harder. your own fingers trail down to brush over his veins that became more prominent with him flexing. he shudders at your touch and now it’s your turn to smirk into the kiss, pleased that you seem to hold some power over him too. before you know it, changbin’s slowly pulling away from you so that he can deposit you on the bed and you pout when his touch disappears from beneath your thighs. your boyfriend chuckles at your expression but doesn’t let you mourn his touch for long before his hands come down to palm at your chest through your shirt.

“oh pretty, you like my hands on you?”

★ hyunjin ( 현진 )

my hopeless romantic. he can’t help but let his palms completely envelope your face. his fingers brushing over the high points of your cheek while his mouth trails over your jaw to pull breathy sounds from you. he’s so absolutely endeared by you that he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. seeing you get lost in the pleasure he gives you pushes him closer to the edge too. after hours when you’re both far too spent and the room smells of desire and sweat, hyunjin still props himself up using his elbows so his fingers can continue to ghost over your features.

“i’m always in awe of how beautiful you are, my love.”

★ han ( 한 )

han prides himself for being collected and controlled but all that control extinguishes the longer he stays in your present. in his most intimate moments with you where the only sounds that echo around the room are the ones that he pulls from you - your breathy whimpers as you writhe against his body mixed with his groans - he simply finds it hard to focus when your hands explore his bare skin with so much fervor that he bucks his hips into yours, releasing a whine of his own. As much as he loves the feeling of your hands on him, he doesn’t trust himself to not lose control if your hands continue down the dangerous path down his abs. so one of his hands gather both of yours to pin them above your head, stretching them in a way that forces you to give up all your control to him. his other hand travels down the length of your body to grab onto your thigh which he uses as leverage to hike your ankle over his shoulder.

“gonna make you feel so good baby.”

★ felix ( 용복 )

he wants to feel as close to you as possible. idc if it’s too basic but he loves holding your hands. lacing his fingers with yours as he presses kisses to your stomach and slowly descends down the length of your body. a surprised gasp sounds from you, followed by a moan when you feel him press open mouthed kisses near your core. “please lix” your hips lift on their own accord in your determination to relief the throbbing in between your legs. ever the dotting boyfriend, felix all but dives in. urgent fingers pushing your ruined underwear to the side so he can have unrestricted access. the way he moves his mouth against you nearly makes you see stars, and you’re thankful for the way he grips your hand, long fingers squeezing gently around a yours to ground you to reality. you nearly cry out loud when he lifts his head and the pleasure disappears, but the cry gets stuck in your throat when instead of his tongue he thrusts two of his fingers into you, keeping you full.

“you take my fingers so well baby.”

★ seungmin ( 승민 )

one of seungmin’s favourite feelings is your bare body beneath his, especially in this state where you can’t seem to get enough of him judging by the fact that your hands struggle to figure out where to settle on his body. Seungmin is in a similar predicament. He sees you lying below him all pliant and willing to take whatever he gives you and he curses himself in his head for only having two hands that make it impossible for him to hold your entire body at the same time. It’s a shame, he figures that his hands fail him to worship your body in the way you deserve. complaints aside, he decides to rest his palms on the soft curve of your waist, palms gliding up the length of your body in a way that tickles - his touch rewards him with a gentle laugh from you but it turns into a moan when your crotch lightly brushes over his. his hold gives him the opportunity to caress your body under his touch and also to use his grip on you to hold you down as he ruts up into you powerfully.

“gonna lay there all pretty and take it, right?”

★ i.n ( 아이엔 )

OH THIS FREAK. don’t let his sweet face fool you he is a munch through and through. but who can blame him really. not when your soft thighs are straddling his bare waist and your lips are interlocked with his in a sweet kiss. his rough hands however contradict the softness of his lips. you wince against in his mouth, as a result of the vice grip jeongin has on your hips but he can’t bring himself to care - not when he knows you enjoy it secretly - instead he urges you up with his grip. you stumble forward into his chest, not expecting that push but after regaining your balance you comply with his wishes, climbing up the rest of the way. jeongin’s thankful for the way you understand him to the point where he doesn’t even need to speak a word to convey what he wants. you just know. just like you know that he wants you to straddle his face. and fast judging by his frantic hands on your hips that pull you down further so that you’re fully seated. you both let out synchronised moans the moment his lips make contact with your hot core.

“just let me pleasure you.”

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[lovelucilfer]

"Would you look at that..." Soshiro snickers from above, his tongue darting from between his lips to wet them as he gazes down at you, his pupils blown wide, "You're a natural, aren't ya?"

You whimper at his praise, humiliating as it is, and he feels the muffled sound of it send a vibration up the length of his cock that's deep in your throat. His hand cups the side of your neck, thumb stroking along the column of sensitive skin as you sputter and drool with your lips wrapped around him. While the other gently cradles the back of your head as Soshiro stuffs himself further into your mouth — the very thing that had landed you here on your knees in the first place.

"Imagine what your fellow officers would think if they could see you right now, huh?" he rasps, his breathing slightly ragged, "Taking me like such a good girl after all that talkin' back..."

A low hum of approval follows the teasing emphasis of his words, causing your cheeks to blaze with embarrassment at how much you like it. There's mirth in Soshiro's eyes. But the way that he grins at you, so unabashedly, as he watches you flush only makes even more heat pervade throughout your body. Though this time it comes in the form of arousal pooling hotly between your thighs as he continues to thrust forward lazily. You try to squeeze them together discreetly, a feeble attempt to suppress the growing need with even a little bit of friction, but he's too perceptive. He catches the movement immediately.

"You love this, don't ya? Letting your vice-captain use your pretty mouth like this?" Soshiro provokes, smiling wickedly as he pants, his fingers curling into your hair with a soft tug to tilt your head to force your gaze on him, "Say it."

You nearly choke in response to his compliment, spit bubbling out and dripping down his shaft and your chin as his question leaves your aching pussy clenching around nothing. Soshiro chuckles breathily at the sight, amusement sparking in his eyes. Needing air, your inhale causes you to slurp lewdly before he's pulling his hips back with a hiss and a hand gripped firmly at the base of his length. He taps the sticky tip of his cock against your tongue, smearing the mess of your saliva and his precum along your bottom lip, his chest heaving with shallow breaths as he waits expectantly.

"S-Sir... Soshiro—" you gasp softly, quick to correct yourself as you blink up at him, hoping for some respite as you nod imperceptibly, "You know I do..." comes your flustered admission after a pause, shame mixing with the desire that simmers white-hot in your gut.

Soshiro grins, satisfied by your compliance and the way that your cheeks redden under his attention. He gives his cock a few languid pumps with his fist, his grip tightening slightly in your hair before guiding it back into your mouth. Your eyes well up as he works it in again, a needy whine escaping your throat as he pushes until the head nudges against the back of it, making him groan in pleasure as the wet heat envelopes him once more. But Soshiro only takes delight in it.

"Oh, don't cry, sweetheart," he taunts with a click of his tongue, smirking as he uses his thumb to brush a stray tear from rolling down your cheek, "This is nothin'. Much better than a couple hundred push-ups, don't ya think?"

[scarlettriot]

Alright. I simply cannot get the idea of getting hot and heavy in the back of some limo with Ei and a little sprinkle of sneaking around too. I don’t know where this came from or anything so here. I’m leaving it. And that’s all.

It’s sorta smutty so no minors or ageless. They’re aged up, in case that wasn’t self explanatory. Reader gets a little jealous. Other than that it’s basically just fluff with fucking.

I did not proof this what so ever. Sorry. I’m tired. I don’t even have a rough word count for you but it’s pretty short.

The two of you leaving together after some big award show after he finally breaks into the top 10. Only you’re most certainly not the woman his agencies PR team has been setting him up on dates with. The super model who’s been all over him, the face of his active wear line, the woman they want to see him with.

He’s been putting on a good show for them. Even dipped her in front of all the camera the red carpet was lined with and kissed her as a hundred flashes went off.

But, gods, she’s just not you. The cute little waitstaff always serving drinks at these events. The black skirt they make you wear hugs your curves so tightly and he can see every dip of your plush hips and he remembers what it was like the first time he got to feel you.

He was stiff in his perfectly tailored pants before the hors d’oeuvres came around. 

The first chance he got, he’d slipped away. Thankfully, his accomplishments were already recognized. He’d done his part, stood up, waved, went on stage, he didn’t give a damn about anything or anyone else. He just needed to find you again.

“I— oh fuck— I’m gonna have to get back before someone realizes I’m— I’m— right there, right there, yes please—!” It was too hard to think when his fingers were buried deep within your cunt.

He had you propped up on the back of his limo. Making you cum with your skirt all bunched up. “Don’t think you gotta go anywhere yet, pretty,” he chuckles and licks off his fingers.

“I do though, I do,” you tried forming a sentence, “I could get fired,”

He pulled your legs around him and carried you around to the door to slip inside with you. “Told you I’d get you a job at my agency, then you wouldn’t have to worry about this job.”

You sucked on his neck as he undid his belt, “don’t know how your girlfriend would feel about me working with you daily… having this happen far more often?” Because you’re not stupid, you knew if you took him up on that offer you’d be on his dick every chance the two of you had.

“She’s not my girlfriend and you know it.” He made that abundantly clear the first time he made a move on you months ago and you questioned him.

He’d just barely slipped his cock free before you were sinking down on it with a groan that would reply in his head for a lifetime. “I don’t think she knows that.”

He chuckles and it makes you clench around him. “You’re real cute when you’re jealous,” hands grip hard on your hips and he pushes you down as he grits out, “and if she does know it, that’s—not— my— problem—” rocking his hips to watch your eyes roll back.

“You’ve said it yourself though, she’s what your PR team wants. I’m nothing like her.”

He huffed before his arms wound under your legs so he could hold you up and fuck up into you as he damn well pleased. “Also told you that I don’t care what they want. You say the word and it’ll be you on my arm at these events, not her.”

You laughed before he made it into a blissed out moan.

“What? Don’t believe me?”

The windows were fogging up, anyone walking by would damn well know what was happening here. And he didn’t care at all. He’d bullied himself into you over and over again, tearing at your little outfit, unable to help himself.

Of course, you didn’t seem to mind with the way you were babbling now, tits bouncing with your head tossed back, pleasure coursing through you. “What’s the matter, pretty? Can’t do anything more than moan for me now? Should I stop and letcha think?”

His pace slowed and you cried out, “noooo!”

“Then answer me, baby, you believe me, don’t you?” Gods, for a man railing you within an inch of your life, his tone was soft and sickeningly sweet. “Promise if ya let me I’ll do this to you all night long.” Not that these quickies weren’t fun but just once he wants to see you splayed out in his bed. “I’ll make you cum over and over, as much as you want.”

He took your chin and made sure you were looking at him as he added. “I want you. For more than just a fast fuck at a party. Lemme take care of you, in every possibly way there is.”

With his cock filling you up so completely, and his eyes carrying so much hope, how could you ever deny him?

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

OMFG AGHHHH

GRAVES X READER MY BELOVEDDDDDDD

Graves is either the most dominant, rough man EVER in bed, or he's a fucking sub boy.

He either has you riding him on his lap, pulling your hair, kissing you so hard that you would be worried that you'd bruise except you're so brainless from his destruction of your cunt that you can't do anything but warble out thank yous and pleases and "harder sir~!"s, or he's laid down on the bed and you're on top of him and he can't think of anything because it feels so good and he's just staring at your tits like a twelve year old boy seeing porn for the first time.

Like the SECOND you're on top of him he's either guiding your hips and pulling your hair, or he's calling you mommy/daddy and there is NO in-between.

Like ESPECIALLY if he's had a bad day, you're sitting on his lap and you're spitting in his mouth and gently praising him for taking it like a good boy and that's the ONLY thing making his evening good.

Literally if you're one of his Shadows he'll spar with you and it'll end up with the side of your face firmly on the ground, he has your hands behind your back, and he's telling you "C'mon, darlin'... You know you lost now," with SUCH a thick accent.

Ahdusnd foaming at the mouth I love my southern men

[bucker3911]