#him further...and draws him in closer to the fold

[uhhlifeig]

Prefect's Bathroom - Nov. 22 - word count: 532 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The prefects' bathroom was bathed in the soft, golden glow of enchanted lanterns. 

Lavender-scented steam coiled lazily towards the ceiling, and the water in the massive tub shimmered. 

Sirius Black lounged in the water on one side, his dark hair damp and sticking to his neck, his grin as unshakable as ever.

“You know,” he began, “for someone who’s usually so composed, you’re doing a terrible job of pretending you’re not enjoying yourself.”

Remus Lupin, sitting on the opposite side, arms folded on the marble edge, shot him a flat look. “Enjoying myself? Because I have to endure you and your never-ending commentary?”

“Endure me?” Sirius’s grin widened. “Come on, Moony, admit it. I’m at least half the reason you’re here.”

The werewolf raised an eyebrow, his expression carefully neutral. “Oh, really? And what’s the other half?”

“The bubbles, obviously,” his friend said, gesturing to the colorful foam between them. “Irresistible.”

Despite himself, Remus snorted, his lips twitching upward. Sirius seized on the reaction like it was a victory.

“There it is. A genuine Remus Lupin smile. Rare and precious.”

“You’re unbearable,” the taller boy replied, shaking his head.

“Maybe. But you’re still here.” Sirius tapped his chin, as if deep in thought. “Why is that, Moony?”

“You’re awfully full of yourself, you know.”

“Only because I’m right,” the older boy countered. “Admit it- you like me.”

Remus looked up sharply, a faint flush creeping up his neck. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re avoiding the question.” Sirius tilted his head, his grin taking on a sly edge. “Come on, Moony. Be brave.”

The dirty blonde rolled his eyes, pulse quickening. “Fine,” he said, his voice steady. “Maybe I do.”

Sirius blinked, his smirk faltering for just a second. “You do?”

Remus was the one who moved closer this time. “You know,” he said, his voice low, “you’re even more attractive when you’re flustered.”

“I’m not flustered,” the noiret muttered, though his flushed cheeks told a different story.

“Liar.” The younger boy leaned in further, his face only inches away now. “Do I make you nervous, Padfoot?”

Sirius didn’t answer immediately, his gaze flicking briefly to Remus’s mouth before snapping back to his eyes. “Maybe a little,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.

Before  the werewolf could respond, his friend closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to Remus’s in a kiss that was as bold as it was careful. 

For a moment, the boy froze, caught off guard- but then he kissed back, his hands gripping the edge of the marble as if to steady himself. The kiss deepened, Sirius tilting his head and drawing a soft sound from Remus.

When they finally broke apart, the dog animagus didn’t pull back entirely, his forehead resting lightly against the other boy’s. 

“See?” he murmured, his voice low and breathless. “Not so unbearable after all.”

Remus huffed a quiet laugh. “I hate how smug you are.”

“Liar,” Sirius said, sliding his hands under the water, brushing deliberately against the dirty blonde’s knee. “I think you like it.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Black.”

The older boy���s grin turned wolfish, his fingers trailing lightly against Remus’s thigh. “Oh, Moony,” he whispered. “I’m counting on it.”

[basilibino]

Season 8 was like 6 years ago(I feel old) and I know ppl have differing opinions on the Mr Echo thing (but it was intended, made it to storyboard and blocked animation and then dropped, soooo) but. I can see his recruitment p easily tbh. Bc the whole reason Dr J was in that lighthouse was because he was resurrected, forced there, and ordered to build Skulkin vehicles by Samukai. But Samukai in the flashback we see has already been deposed as leader of the Skulkin/Underworld. Which means the orders to do so most likely came from Garmadon.

And since Mr. E is one of the head honchos, he's likely an early arrival to the team, so I don't think Harumi has a whole lot figured out at this point, she's just got her Trauma and some Bad Influence Friends and an obsession with Lord Garmadon. So. Like. Plausible deniability road trip that she's just visiting important markers of Ninjago's recent past, all of which involve Lord Garmadon in some meaningful way; its sightseeing, its cathartic, and it gives her time to develop her dream Motorcycle Gang/Resurrection Cult. She's not looking for anyone at the Lighthouse, but she is looking for vehicle blueprints so she can be the Koolest leader on the block. But oops she looks in the basement and there's an Echo.

And she's flipping out bc??? A Ninja???? In the Lighthouse basement??? I mean it makes sense that it would be this one but???

Except this rusty old robot has no idea what she's talking about with this Ninja stuff, he's just waiting for his dad to come back.

And Harumi pauses.

Because how long has he been waiting? He's not sure, he had no proper way to measure time in the basement, and he doesn't have the best view of his clockwork heartpiece. But it was after his father saw a strange ship docking; Echo was worried it was the People who had locked up his father in the first place, but instead his dad sounded happy when he saw whoever was out there. It could have been a front, though, as clearly it was never safe to let Echo back out. Then Dr J popped down briefly, while everyone above was resting, to tell Echo he was desperately needed elsewhere, that it wasn't safe to bring Echo, but that he'd be back in no time.

And the pieces are fitting together for Harumi. And she's like. Your dad's dead, bro.

And he's like. What? Did he die doing what was needed of him?

And she's like. Oh, no. He died a few years later.

And he's like. Why didn't he come back for me????

And she's like. Probably because they kept him away.

And he's like. Who's they?

And she's like. The Ninja I was talking about earlier.

And it surely can't be hard in universe to find pictures of Zane and Dr J post s2-pre s3, so she pulls one up and shows Echo who is freaking out bc why is that one kind of like him and Harumi explains that that was the droid his father created first, that he became a Ninja, and that hes probably the one who took their father away and kept echo waiting for years.

But Echo has doubts, shocked as he is abt a new older brother, he wants to believe the good in the situation so he's unsure. But Harumi mentions that the Ninja's failures to uphold more than their self preservation/interests has led to uncountable losses and devastation in Ninjago time and time again, before delving into her own story. And she seems so kind, and so hurt, and I do think there's a genuine connection btwn these two that forms from this shared emotional torment that they decide came from the Ninja, and now Echo is more receptive.

And then Harumi gets to start her Garmadon pitch because wait! If Echo was made here, then that could only have happened because of Lord Garmadon. And she reiterates that he's the reason she and her city could have even survived The Great Devourer. And maybe Echo's family-by-creation left, maybe they were untrustworthy and lacking, but that's OK bc if you look at it all a certain way, Garmadon is more of a father to Echo than Dr J was. And Echo is a vulnerable, overwhelmed mess who just found out his dad fucked off for years without him and also died, and also he has a brother??? Who their dad clearly seems to have favored??? Did they even know about Echo??? Did they delight in their life free of him???

Basically. Kinda Spinel-core but getting abandoned and left completely alone does that to you. Especially when the first person to find you after being abandoned is a deeply hurt and misguided teen who is probably kinda desperate for someone, anyone else to see the Ninja the way she sees them.

[monstersholygrail]

oh to be a mouse hybrid toyed with by a cat hybrid who just wants to see you squirm in every way

Ooh when the Cat Hybrid’s owners told him they were getting him a new little friend, you, a Mouse Hybrid were by far the last thing he was expecting.

He wanted another cat to mess with, to play with… to mate with. But he couldn’t stop himself from noticing your plump round form scurrying about the house or the constant skittish look in your eye as you surveyed your new home. Perhaps you would do.

From that day on he would terrorize you mercilessly. Chasing you around the around the house when your owners were gone, saying he was gonna devour you when he finally got his claws into you. Backing you into corners just to see the delicious terror in your eyes. Plopping his large form right on top of you so that you couldn’t escape him even as you scrambled desperately to get away.

It was never ending and as much as you wanted to say you hated it, it felt far too good. The Cat hybrid severely underestimated you, forgetting you too were a hybrid with all the same perks. You could smell his desire in the air every time he chased you. And you had grown addicted to the scent. To feel so wanted and yearned for, especially during the chase, nothing else could compare.

He would only ever mess with you when he felt like it so you figured you might need to give him a little push. Using yourself as bait you use your owners creaky stairs to your advantage. As soon as the first step creaks, the Cat hybrid’s head snaps up from where he’s perched. His eyes meet your wide ones for only a moment before you’re bolting down the stairs.

As soon as you hear the pounding of paws behind you, you smirk wickedly knowing your plan had worked. Cute little squeaks leave your mouth as you run throughout the house, narrowly trying to avoid being caught. He should’ve realized how much you like this. You’re much faster than him after all.

After rounding the next corner you wait a moment for him to catch up. Seeing a flash of fur and then you’re off. The Cat Hybrid pauses for a moment as he realizes what you had just done. What you’ve actually been doing this entire time.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins as he chases you at lightning speed. He’s catching up to you in no time and by the look of genuine alarm in your eye he knows this wasn’t a trick. Instead of his usual antics he pounces on you, sending you both tumbling to the floor.

“You messin’ with me, little mouse?” He growls in your ear, his body pinning you to the hard wood floor. You don’t even bother to squirm, your heart beating out of your chest as you stare up at him.

Before you can even blink he’s shoving his hand down your pants and swiping his fingers through your folds, your slick drenching them with how aroused you are. He chuckles lowly, rumbling purrs vibrating into your chest and straight to your core.

“So this has been a game to you, huh? A bit of foreplay before I inevitably snap and fuck you dumb.”

You find you can’t even answer, panting breaths escaping you as you rock with his hand that’s slowly rubbing against all the right places. He devilishly smiles and pushes two fingers deep inside you, causing your hips to jolt as you cry out.

“Well, sweetheart, you’ve done it. I’ve snapped,” he says with a menacing snarl as he pumps his fingers roughly against your walls, his claws just barely scraping them and setting your nerves on fire.

You try and be as good as you can, staying perfectly still for him as he fucks you with his fingers, but your small reaction only seems to infuriate him further. He picks up pace, licking and nipping at your throat until you too break and your moans echo throughout the empty house. A secret smirk plays on lips.

That is until the Cat Hybrid plays a trick of his own. Pumping his fingers inside you, drawing you closer and closer till you’re just about to fall off that edge when he suddenly stops and withdraws. You whine, squirming now as you begin to beg for more.

“I see through you now, sweet prey. You won’t be winning this one.”

You only start to realize your mistake as he starts fucking you with his cock, the large length stretching you so good. The natural curve hitting the soft spot inside you perfectly. Then he starts doing to you exactly what he did with his fingers. Bringing you up to the edge and then pulling you right back.

He’s as merciless as he is when terrorizing you and in a way he’s doing just that but in a whole new way that drives you more insane than the chasing ever did. Eventually you’re a sobbing mess, your tears and your arousal forming two separate puddles on the floor with how in need you are right now as he starts up again.

You jump as the sudden sensation of his wet nose nuzzling into your neck, his purrs even louder now. You immediately cling to him, meeting his thrusts and trying to chase your growing orgasm before it’s taken away again.

“Do you think you’ve earned the right to cum for me now?” The Cat Hybrid asks and you whine, nodding rapidly.

You feel his grin against your skin before he pulls out and starts slamming his cock deep inside your cunt. His intent clear before he even says a word. But when he does it’s like music to your ears.

“I agree. Cum for me, mate.”

This time as you get closer and closer to the finish, he doesn’t stop. Instead, his hands slips down and rubs tight circles into your clit. Your orgasm breaks through almost instantly and you scream as you milk his cock for all it’s worth, sending him right into ecstasy with you.

But the sound of the car door doesn’t leave either of you much time to bask in pleasure coursing through you. Luckily the Cat hybrid takes the lead, maneuvering you both as he curls around you, keeping you stuffed full of his cock but hiding any of the evidence. You’re too weak to do anything but shift into how he molds you. Making it appear as if you two are asleep and cuddling in the hall.

“Aw, look at them. Finally getting along,” you hear your owners say who are none the wiser to what’s really going on.

Cat Hybrid bf rocks his hips, snapping them back inside you quietly and forcing a squeak from your throat. He chuckles under his breath and nuzzles into you, not planning on moving away from you for hours. Wondering how many more orgasms he can rip from your tight pussy.

[syluslnd]

Hi, I would like to read about how Sylus delivers oral pleasure to the reader. The reader is very shy, as it is the first time for the reader.🥀

Sylus eating out virgin reader

You found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously fidgeting with your fingers.

Sylus stood in front of you his arms folded casually, his intense gaze locked on your flustered expression. His lips curled into a small, knowing smirk, sensing your nerves.

"You're nervous, aren't you, sweetie?" he asked, his voice smooth but teasing. His eyes glimmered with amusement as he took a step closer, his presence both intimidating and comforting at once.

You nodded, your heart racing feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks. It was your first time and the thought of what was about to happen sent a jolt of anticipation through you.

Sylus knelt before you, his hands sliding gently over your thighs. His touch was firm but careful like he was in complete control of the situation, yet still very aware of your vulnerability. He tilted his head up, looking at you with a grin that made your stomach flip.

"Relax, kitten. I promise you're gonna love this."

Your breath hitched, eyes wide as you watched him lower his mouth to your skin leaving a trail of soft, deliberate kisses. Each one seemed to make your body shiver with sensitivity. "S-Sylus..." you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

"Hm? What's that?" he teased, his lips hovering just above your inner thigh close enough to make you feel the heat of his breath. He looked up at you through hooded eyes, waiting, almost challenging you to speak. "Getting shy on me now?"

You whimpered softly, your head tilting back as the tension built in your body. He chuckled lowly at your reaction clearly enjoying how easy it was for him to turn you into a blushing mess.

"So cute when you're flustered" he murmured, placing another kiss, softer this time. "But you don't have to be embarrassed, sweetie. Just let me take care of you." His voice dropped husky and reassuring, making you tremble even more.

His teasing continued, slow and deliberate, drawing you closer to the edge of anticipation. His pet names mixed with gentle touches, pushing you to feel both exposed and completely safe in his hands.

You could barely think straight with the way his lips moved, how his tongue teased you so effortlessly.

"You trust me, don't you?" he asked, his tone softer now, though still edged with that playful charm. He glanced up again, his eyes locking with yours, waiting for your response.

You managed a shaky nod, your lips parting but no words coming out too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. He smirked again, clearly satisfied by your reaction.

"Good girl" he murmured before lowering his head again, his focus now solely on you.

"Just relax and enjoy it, kitten."

And as he continued teasing you further the shyness and nervousness slowly melted away leaving you lost in the moment with him-safe in his teasing care.

Sylus kept his gaze on you as he slowly kissed up the inside of your thigh, teasing you with every deliberate touch of his lips.

His hands rested firmly on your hips, keeping you grounded while your body quivered under his soft, relentless affection.

He was in no rush. Each kiss felt like a promise a reminder that he was fully in control of the pace. His mouth lingered close to where you needed him most, but he pulled away just before you could feel his tongue, letting out a quiet hum of satisfaction at your frustrated whimper.

"Patience, kitten" he drawled, his voice a seductive rasp "I told you, I want you to feel everything. No rushing this."

Your breath hitched as his lips hovered over you again, the heat of his breath alone sending a wave of anticipation through your entire body.

Every nerve seemed alive, straining for the moment when he'd finally give you what you craved. His fingers traced lightly along your thighs, brushing the skin like a soft reminder of how sensitive you were.

He looked up at you his eyes dark and focused and he smirked at how tightly your fists had clenched the sheets. "You're so tense, sweetie" he murmured, voice teasing.

"You have to relax if you want to enjoy this."

You tried, you really did but the way his lips were brushing so close paired with the sound of his deep calm voice made your body tremble uncontrollably. The soft whimper that escaped you only made him chuckle.

"Cute” he said softly, his breath tickling against your skin. "You're adorable when you're this shy."

And then, just as you felt like you couldn't take the anticipation anymore, his lips finally pressed fully against your clit. His tongue slid out the first slow stroke sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. You gasped sharply your hand instinctively flying to grip his hair, pulling at it lightly as you arched into his touch.

"Mmm, there it is” Sylus whispered his voice low and filled with satisfaction. He paused for a moment, letting you feel the heat of his mouth, then continued, dragging his tongue in long, sensual strokes that had you shaking beneath him.

Your breath was ragged coming out in uneven pants as you struggled to keep control. But the teasing rhythm of his tongue was making it impossible to stay composed.

Each slow, deliberate movement was meant to drive you closer to the edge but not quite tip you over.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he murmured between strokes, his voice vibrating against you in a way that made your legs tremble. "I can tell. You're so sensitive, kitten. I love how easily I can make you fall apart."

You whimpered in response, too lost in the sensation to speak. He was methodical, skillfully working you up and he never missed a single reaction.

He could feel how your body responded to him the way your breathing hitched how you tugged at his hair when he hit the right spot and every time you made a sound, he'd glance up, his eyes locking with yours for just a moment, making you feel utterly exposed in the best way.

His fingers joined the mix, gently parting you as his tongue moved in deeper, flicking and circling in a way that had your hips bucking up against his mouth. The combination of his mouth and fingers was overwhelming, every movement of his tongue more intense than the last, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your most sensitive spot. "Getting close already, sweetie?" he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can feel it. You're so tight and trembling. Just let go for me."

You could barely form words at this point, your body completely lost in the sensations he was pulling out of you. Every stroke of his tongue, every teasing flick, sent you spiraling closer and closer to the edge. Your grip on his hair tightened, and you arched your back, desperate for more, for that final push over the edge.

Sylus, of course, noticed. He pulled back just enough to murmur, "Come on, kitten. I want to feel you fall apart for me. I want to hear those sweet little sounds you make when you can't take it anymore."

And then, without any further teasing he doubled down, his tongue moving faster, more focused, his fingers pressing in just the right way. It was like he knew exactly how to unravel you and all the teasing earlier had been leading to this exact moment.

Your body tensed, your breath catching in your throat as the tension that had been building up finally broke. A wave of pleasure crashed over you, your entire body shuddering violently as you climaxed. A soft, breathless cry escaped your lips and you gripped the sheets so tightly your knuckles turned white.

Sylus kept going, drawing out every last second of your release, his tongue moving slower now but still firm making sure you felt every wave of pleasure until you were completely spent, trembling beneath him.

Only when he felt your body begin to relax did he pull away, his mouth leaving you with one last, gentle kiss. He sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at you.

"See, kitten?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he climbed up beside you, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath against your ear. "Told you l'd take care of you and you were such a good girl for me."

His words sent a final shiver through you and you found yourself smiling faintly still breathless and dazed as you leaned into him, feeling safe in his care, even as your body slowly came down from the overwhelming pleasure he'd just given you.

[ultravioletrayz]

KINKTOBER

╰┈➤ DAY EIGHT: GLOSSAPHILIA w/ VENOM

You had always been mesmerised by Venom's tongue. The way drool glistened along the thick muscle, the way it stretched and tangled, the sheer size and length of it. You had confessed these thoughts to Eddie one night, the two of you a bit tipsy and in between heated, sloppy kisses when you pulled away with a giggle to discuss all of your filthy fantasies about being speared open by Venom's tongue.

"I was looking forward to getting my turn tonight, but it can be arranged, babe." Eddie had said, effectively shutting you up with his wandering hands finding the crotch of your damp panties, the two of you fucking messily on the couch.

Fast forward a couple weeks later, Eddie's lapping at your clit once you've come home from work, two fingers shoved deep into your cunt and massaging your velvety insides. You're mewling and twitching against him, hips jolting in a plea for more. He gets the message, or rather, Venom gets the message.

Pulling away from your sopping folds, black tendrils and ooze engulf Eddie, Venom's hulking figure overtaking your boyfriends as you pant and watch with lust-blown eyes. He's so fucking big, that huge tongue of his especially, making you salivate and reach out to him. Venom growls darkly in return, the sound vibrating against your inner walls as he positions himself between your legs.

His tongue flicks out, tracing along your slit before finally pressing against your entrance. You gasp at the sensation of his hot, wet muscle against your tight flesh, feeling him tease and stretch you open.

"MUST TASTE YOU." Venom declares, before plunging his tongue deep into you, burying it to the hilt. You cry out in pleasure as he begins to move, his thick length sliding in and out of your cunt, his saliva lubricating your walls and mixing with the pool of arousal seeping onto the sheets. The feeling of being filled up by him is unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

As he continues to piston his tongue in and out of you, you can feel every ridge and undulation of that massive tongue as it claims your body for itself, making your thighs shake and burn with how fucking hard he's thrusting into you. Large hands, big enough to crush your head with ease, hold onto your waist, forcing you further into the mattress so that the tip of his tongue can glide against your cervix, while the rest of the fat muscle writhes and drives within you.

You moan loudly, unable to withhold the sound as Venom's spit and slime rolls over your skin, making you shiver with anticipation for what comes next. You can feel his sharp teeth pulsing against your inner thighs, but before you can warn him, he sinks them into your flesh, drawing blood that mixes with his saliva. The sensation is electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as he quickly pulls out to lap up the filthy mixture, before his tongue continues its relentless motions in your cunt, hitting all the right spots and driving you wild with lust. As he picks up the pace, you can feel the muscles in your pelvis tighten, milking his tongue for every last drop of pleasure it can give you.

You throw your head back in ecstasy, arching your back off the mattress as Venom's tongue crashes against that sweet spot inside you, sending waves of white-hot pleasure through your entire being. Your nails scrape against the sheets, desperately clawing for purchase as Venom's powerful thrusts push you ever closer to the brink. With a throaty groan, you come undone, your orgasm shaking your entire body as Venom's tongue curls around and massages your inner walls, milking every last drop of your arousal. He continues to lap at you long after you've climaxed, savouring every drop of your essence as it mixes with his spit.

As he finally pulls away, leaving a slick trail of saliva between your legs, you unravel against the mattress, panting heavily as your brain goes to mush.

"Fuck," you gasp out between breaths, "So good- Too good. Better than my imagination. So- so much better."

Venom chuckles darkly at your words before retracting back into Eddie who collapses onto the bed beside you, grinning widely, "Well, now you know."

[coryndoll]

who do you belong to?

rafe cameron x reader

━━ in which rafe has a wet dream n cant help but wake up his gf with his mouth.

warning(s): 18+ smut mdni ! reader is of age, dirty talking, oral n penetrative sex, name calling like daddy, baby, doll, slut, slapping, possessiveness, use of handcuffs???, rafe recording you two, raw sex (wrap it up folks), choking, non/dubcon, wet dreams

authors note: this is my first time ever writing on tumblr (also writing smut) so pls bare w me !!

rafe tosses and turns in his sleep, soft snores escaping his lips as he dreams of the most absolutely nasty, vulgar, dripping wet sex between the two of you over and over again.

you face away from rafe, still unconscious and dreaming too, burying your head deeper into the pillow.

from the movement, rafe’s eyes snap open and his gaze shifts over to you immediately. the sight of you asleep makes him smile. you’re so peaceful, so beautiful. he takes in every one of your curves. as he carefully pulls back the covers to reveal your bare body, it makes him hard.

as he watches you sleep, his fingers traces the curves of your body softly. his mouth waters, and he can’t resist anymore when he leans down to taste your skin. your sweetness on his tongue makes him smile into your flesh before kissing a trail up towards your neck.

there’s a slight moan from you while you’re asleep, and as your body flips over to lay on your back, he watches as your leg bends til he can see that pretty pussy of yours. he grins. he pulls back the blankets further, revealing more of your body before crawling on top of you slowly.

very briefly you can’t help but let out a single snore — one of your habits that rafe can’t help but smile at every time he hears it. his heart is racing with excitement. he carefully lifts your leg, draping it over his shoulder as he presses his face against your pussy. he inhales deeply, savoring your scent before kissing your folds gently.

you stir, shifting your body to a different position. unaware of your boyfriend, your pussy touches his face and drags across his lip briefly as you’re adjusting.

he takes advantage of the brief contact, his eyes closing in pleasure before feeling your pussy lips against his tongue just briefly before you move again. he grabs onto your hips to keep you still, pressing his warm tongue against your folds.

feeling your hips buck up against his face, he hums softly in approval, pressing his tongue into your entrance to taste you. he opens his mouth wider to take more of you in before starting to flick his tongue against your clit in slow circles.

your eyes open slowly when you feel the interaction below, and you look down to find rafe’s face buried deep in your pussy. just from the sight, you release a groan, tilting your head back as you grab a handful of his hair. “rafe, baby,” you draw out quietly.

he hums, his face covered in your slick, a smirk on his lips as he hears his name. he flick his tongue against your clit before sucking on it lightly. he tugs on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

he can hear how close you are, but just before you reach your peak, he pulls away, slowly rubbing his cheek against your folds before kissing your inner thighs, grinning slyly up at you. he knows exactly what he's doing, and he loves teasing you.

“you’re so annoying,” you mutter. “what are you doing?”

"i had a dream about you, about this," he says, kissing the your thigh again. he notices the way you're still squirming with need. he’s enjoying the sight of you, enjoying the power he has over you. you're his goddess, but he's your devil.

"you're begging me f’more, pulling my hair as i eat you out, and then we switch positions," he says, licking his lips as he looks at you, his voice lowering as he continues,

"i take you on all fours, giving it to you hard and fast because you've been naughty and need punishing," he says, grabbing your hips to flip you onto your stomach. “or at least that's what your daddy tells you as he thrusts into you, filling you up completely."

“my daddy?” you ask with raised brows. you let rafe lift your hips up so you’re sitting in front of him, ready for him.

"yes, your daddy," he says, positioning himself behind you, sliding the tip of his cock against your folds back and forth, teasing you. "you like that, don't you baby?"

“please put it in,” you whimper, attempting to push your hips back against him so hopefully he slides inside, but he just moves backward. “i love it. please.”

"beg for it," he says, teasing you again, sliding his cock back and forth against your slick folds, but not allowing himself to enter you yet. "say you want me to be your daddy."

you relish in the feeling of his tip playing between your lips. it’s all you can think about that you can’t even muster up a response because you aren’t listening.

"you aren’t saying it," he says, pulling away from you and flipping you over onto your back. "if you want to be punished, i can do that too . . . maybe you need a little discipline," he says, carefully caressing your face. "are you trying to misbehave, sweet girl?"

you immediately shake your head as you grab his wrist. “no, never that! please,” you plead, leaning into his palm, but he slips away.

"then you need to learn your place," he says, pulling your wrists up above your head and holding them there with one hand, while the other hand reaches into his drawer and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. "you're going to stay right here, and be a good girl for daddy.”

you watch as he attaches the cuffs around your wrists, locking them into place. the whole time he’s glancing between your face and the cuffs. the way you’re watching in interest as he’s preparing you for sex. you’re just so adorable to him.

you seem to relax when he has the cuffs around you, securing you in place with your wrists above your head and your body is free for him to explore. it almost gets you excited. some, though, since rafe reads it off of you right away.

"that's right, you're all mine now," he says, leaning down to press a kiss into your lips momentarily, pulling away even when you lean in for more. "and you're going to love every minute of it." he proceeds to kiss your neck and collarbone, slowly making his way down to your breasts.

you hum in pleasure, your eyebrows knitting together as you arch your back slightly, pushing more of your chest into his face.

he takes a nipple into his mouth. it’s so small and soft. he’s sucking and licking circles around it gently before engulfing it around his lips once more. he switches to the other bud to taste you, continuing to kiss and nibble at your chest as he reaches for his phone with his free hand. "i'm going to record this, and you're going to love watching it later.”

he takes a moment to set the phone up on the nightstand, just leaning against the box of tissues, making sure it's angled just right to capture everything. "now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me," he says, his voice low and commanding.

you listen to him, carefully pulling your legs apart to reveal your pussy, still aching to cum from earlier. you bite down on your bottom lip in anticipation.

he grins as he takes in the sight, his own throbbing hardness pulsating for you. "that's it, just like that," he says, trailing a finger down your inner thigh. "such a delicious little pussy. such a perfect little slut for me.”

“do you want me to fuck you baby?" he growls, his eyes lusty as he looks down at your body.

you nod eagerly, pulling at your wrists that were cuffed. “yes please. i would do anything to feel you.”

his eyes are trained on your pussy as he guides his cock up and down your slit. “what’s my name?” he murmurs.

“daddy,” you whimper, finally, gripping onto the metal link that connects your wrists to the bedframe. “need to feel you fill me up with your cock.”

he smirks at your response and positions himself at your entrance. "that's right, you'd do anything for my cock huh doll? that's because you need it. need me to fuck you," he says before thrusting forward, sheathing himself fully inside you. it’s absolutely overwhelming and breathtaking. “fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

your eyes squeeze shut as your mouth gapes open. he’s so big it definitely wakes you up. “deeper! daddy please,” you say.

he complies, gripping one of your thighs and pushing it against your body as he thrusts into you harder and deeper. you can see his eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels you swallow him entirely, releasing him only to engulf him again. “you feel so fucking good, doll.” his hand reaches up to grip your throat ever so slightly, “who do you belong to?”

“t- to you, daddy. fuck.”

he smirks at your response, feeling a sense of pride and possession. his grip tightens slightly around your throat, making it harder for you to breathe as he continues to thrust into you. “that’s right, my little slut. you belong to me.”

you swallow back as you nod. “everything about me is yours. i’m your property daddy,” you moan out.

his words send a rush of adrenaline through him, causing him to fuck you even harder. he chokes you lightly, his other hand reaching down to rub your clit in tight circles. “fuck, you’re mine. my little property, my fuck toy, my everything. you understand that, don’t you?”

you only nod, too braindead yet focused on how his cock feels inside of you that you don’t answer again. you flinch when it earns a slap on your breast as punishment. the sound of his palm connecting with your flesh only serves to heighten his arousal. he slaps your other breast, watching as they jiggle from the impact.

“answer me doll. do you understand that you’re mine?” he demands, his voice rough with desire. he takes one of your breasts into his hand to squeeze it roughly.

“i’m yours, please,” you groan, feeling your stomach twist in pleasure as you feel your high coming again. “can i cum? can i cum please?”

“not yet doll,” he growls, his hips continuing to thrust into you with punishing intensity. his fingers continue to circle your clit, building the pleasure higher and higher. “you don’t get to cum until i tell you that you can.”

“please daddy,” you whisper, trying to hold it as best as you can. you squeeze extra around his cock, tugging at your handcuffed wrists that you can just feel the bruises forming already.

“shit, just like that,” he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head as he feels you squeezing around him. he leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it roughly before biting down on it. “you’re so fucking perfect f’me, baby. everything about you. it’s like you were- made f’me.”

you cry out as you feel it coming, and your legs begin to shiver underneath him as he continues to pound your pussy til you break. “i’m gonna-”

he cuts you off by muffling your mouth with his hand, his fingers pressing against your lips as he continues to thrust into you. he keeps you quiet as he feels your pussy clamp down on his cock. he just needs you for a few seconds before he,

“fuck! that’s it doll, milk my cock with your pretty pussy.” he removes his hand from your mouth, letting out a feral growl as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. he finally lets out a loud groan, his cock pulsing inside of you before he pulls out of you quickly, cumming right on your stomach.

you watch in awe as he comes undone before you. you’re out of breath, deprived of not just air but his cum. you lick your lips at the sight of his cock splurting out strings and strings of warm cum. you would catch any in your mouth if you can, but you just sit here, smiling softly at him.

he looks down at you, panting heavily as he watches his cum drip from on top of your stomach. he carefully maneuvers over to damn near sit on your chest, bringing his cock up to your lips. “open up doll. you’re going to clean up my mess.”

you take his cock into your mouth as soon as he says to, and you look up at him through your lashes. you can see him very briefly checking his phone on the nightstand to make sure if it’s still recording and if it’s a good angle for the camera to capture. you close your eyes and take him deeper into your throat, humming around him. you seem to have missed his cock in your mouth at all, and now that it is, you want to clean up every last drop until he’s clean.

he lets out a content sigh, one hand finding its way to the back of your head—forcing you to take it deeper. he smirks as he watches you, his hips moving back and forth to meet your pace before he pulls away, “who do you belong to?”

you were rafe’s property. and he was yours.

[girlkisser13]

size kink with jason todd

pairings: jason todd x fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut (18+), size kink, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), degradation/dumbification, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, creampie

divider by @plutism

he’d be lying if he said that his self control was still at it’s peak. jason had been teasing you for ages now, watching the way your pretty cunt clenched around nothing every time he drew his fingers away.

“jason,” you choked out another mewl, desperate fingers scrabbling for him. “please, please. i need you!”

a gentle hand brushes away the tears that had collected at the edge of your vision as jason’s beautiful eyes fill your gaze. a color so blue that it looked like someone had captured the brilliance of lightning flashing within his eyes.

“you look so pretty like this,” he hums, a smile gracing his lips when he sees your eyes roll back. “all desperate for my cock huh? what happened to the shy little maiden back then?”

she was gone, long corrupted by him. not that he was complaining.

he leans back between your spread legs, eyeing your exposed folds with a sort of hunger that had you trembling. “look at you,” he sighs, stroking his cock at the intoxicating sight before him. “all spread out for me to enjoy. it’d be a shame if i left you hanging like this wouldn’t it?”

“no!” your reaction was instant, a sharp pitiful noise of desperation at the thought of him leaving you hanging.

“just kidding.” he grabs your thighs to drag you closer to him. “since you asked so nicely hmm?”

there is an audible sound of pleasure torn from the both of you when he finally teases the head of his cock against your dripping slit.

yet, the thrumming anticipation is accompanied by the familiar sense of fear that flashes in you when you glimpse the sheer girth and length that has your eyes tensing shut.

no matter how many times jason had fucked you, his size still had your nerves jangling uncomfortably.

sensing your anxiety, his large hands shift from your cheek to cup your face as he leans down to plant a sweet kiss on your parted lips, briefly savouring the sugary sweetness that came with the kiss.

“relax baby,” he hushes, but there is a visible sight of feral excitement that lines his smile at the thought of sinking himself into your tight heat.

you can’t help but squeal when he buries himself into your spasming cunt, your sensitive walls fluttering over every ridge and vein of his cock that has him groaning.

“cumming already?” he asks, as if he couldn’t see your cute cunt creaming around his length. you can feel the laugh that rumbles through his broad chest.

too embarassed to reply, you nod, fingers finding their way to close around his wrists.

“you’re taking me so well” jason coos, one finger reaching to roll your puffy clit, earning him a shuddered jolt through your body.

he pins you down with ease, barely exerting any effort at all. “good girl, taking my cock so well, guess this pussy was really made for me right? maybe i don’t even have to play with your clit anymore, you’re going to squirt like a little whore for me anyway.”

grunting, jason buries himself deeper, thighs trembling at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him. you sniffle at the stretch but make no move to stop him from rocking further until his entire length is buried inside of your tight hole.

the feeling of being stuffed draws a sharp gasp out of you, your back arching, putting your tits on full display. when you catch sight of jason, his eyes are blown wide, pupils so blue that you could get lost in them.

you’re nearly half delirious at the feeling of his warmth sheathed inside of you, barely able to keep your eyes open when jason starts to move.

he weighs you down and humps your tender cunt, making sure to hit your sensitive clit every time his hips meet yours over the obscene sound of his balls slapping your ass.

you can feel your orgasm rising each time he pushes forward, the pain of his cock knocking against your cervix blends seamlessly with the pleasure when he rubs against your sweet spot.

“does it feel good baby?” he huffs in your ear.

“it feels so good, jay!” you nod, “please, give me more!”

he feels you getting wetter and wetter, knowing the way your tight little body trembles when you’re reaching your orgasm.

“jason,” you gasp, tears clinging to your lashes when you reach your climax. your fingernails dig crescent moons into his skin. he grins at your face, morphed into a completely lewd painting of euphoric pleasure.

“you came so fast,” he pants, quickening his pace. “what about me?”

“i’m sensitive,” you try to stop him with a pathetic whine, small hands pushing against his chiselled chest so weakly that he laughs at your efforts.

“stay still baby,” he groans when he feels your cunt clamp down around him again. you would be the death of him one day. “i’m going to ruin this pretty pussy of yours.”

who are you to deny him? you finally lay back against the pillows, letting him fuck you like he wants to as he presses your knees against your chest to assault your poor cunt as you gush everywhere, making a mess on the bed.

jason has a perfect view of your cunt, the sight of your small figure underneath him and the way your hole is stretched to accomodate around his cock only spurs him on.

you are so cute this way. letting him stretch you past your usual limit, your tits bounce with each thrust and jason can’t resist placing one of your tits in his palm, relishing the softness of them in his touch.

he can feel the plush resistance when he jackhammers into you, forcing another orgasm out of you until you’re reduced to a babbling mess with your tongue hanging out of your mouth and your eyes rolled back in that adorable expression he absolutely loves.

“f-fuck.” he feels his own coil of pleasure snapping in him as he succumbs to his own orgasm at the way your gummy walls clamp down around his throbbing cock. “you’re gonna take every drop of my cum in your pussy,” he growls, refusing to pull out until he sees you nod weakly.

“good girl.” he groans, finally satisfied of his own high before leaning down to occupy the space beside you.

[jaeyunluvr]

Billiards and wine (p.sh)

SMUT minors dni!!!

includes :: ceo!hoon, husband!hoon, female!reader, use of nicknames, pussy licking, clit rubbing, kissing, clothed sex+pls lmk if I missed any,, not proofread !! word count :: 1k+

tagging :: @minhosimthings because again, this emerged out of our daily reel marathon <3

accompanying your husband to his solo billiards game at his office after working hours, watching him concentrate while playing, all as you have a glass of wine were your favourite activities to be done on a weekend.

today was a saturday night, the one where your ceo husband got off work early to spend his time. you sat on the couch tucked into a corner of the room, as you sipped the alcohol from the elegant Venetian glass which was custom made for both of you.

the way he was dressed in a suit, the way his slender fingers handled the cue stick made you crave for him. not to mention the amount of time you guys have spent together this week, which was barely a few hours because of his busy schedule.

he promised to spend time with you after this one game but you were getting impatient and needy. how could you not when he was standing there, right in front of you looking like an absolute meal?

so you walked towards him, as he bent backwards to reach the red ball, his waist against the table. this turned you on even more and you grabbed his hands before he could push the stick against the ball restricting his actions.

one hand on his shoulder, you pressed your lips onto his in desire as sunghoon rested his elbows on the table holding both of your weight, letting you have your way even though he got interrupted.

letting go off the kiss, he pulled you closer by your waist, letting his hands drop to your thighs as he lifted you up, spinning you around and landed you on the table. his teasing fingers run up your thighs, into your skirt.

the touch makes you shiver and the edges of the table are so cold as they pressed against your thighs.

he looked into your eyes and says "wanted my attention so bad huh?" and you don't answer. it's like you're paralyzed under his hungry gaze.

he smirks at your speechlessness and dips his head down to latch his lips onto your neck, kissing it and digging his fanged teeth into your soft skin.

whimpers leave your mouth and it drives him batshit crazy. he brings up his hand to your lips and draws his thumb against your lower lip, bringing it down to your chin and pulls you in for a kiss. the kiss wasn't sweet, it rather felt hungry and needy.

he sucks on your tongue as you let out a moan in utter pleasure. it was seriously insane how crazy he made you. he grabs your neck as his pushes his tongue deeper into your throat and you stumble back onto the table your hands not being able to support you anymore. he holds you by your waist, his tongue still working out against yours.

he pushes you down onto the table and pulls your skirt up. one thing sunghoon really liked was clothed sex. he loved how he could slide his hands into your clothing forcefully and you couldn't see the touches coming.

he dips his head down further, placing a trail of kisses against your inner thigh. he could see the wetness pooling inside your white panties making them translucent. he could see how the folds of your pussy stuck to it and it drove him crazy.

he slid his thumb up and down your clothed clit. you were already sensitive from how he looked and how he kissed you stupid and the absolute subtle touch made you jump a little bit.

you couldn't see his face but you could sense the smug expression of his. he slowly pushed your panties to the side only to be met with the sight of your pussy soaking wet for him.

he loved it when you were sensitive like this. his mouth watered at the sight and he couldn't wait to taste you.

his warm tongue licked a stripe against your pussy, from your hole to the clit, making you jolt against the green surface as a loud gasp left your mouth.

he pauses.

"you like that baby?" he sees you frantically nodding at his question but it leaves him dissatisfied.

"use your words, pretty" fucking words? You had none left. but you still choked them out.

"yes, baby I need you so bad." he smirks at you and harshly licks your clit again and again, your sensitive nerves pulsing at the contact.

your toes were curling from time to time you swore to God he was making you feel so fucking good. strings of whimpers and moans left your mouth as he started sucking on your cunt.

your breaking point was when he drove his tongue against your hole while his fingers tapped and swiped against your clit. your hands find their way into his hair as you grip onto his locks for dear life. you started squirming under his touch and he held you down with his hand.

"hoon! too much" you said between moans but he didn't have the slightest consideration for it.

he knew you liked it, he knows what you want. always.

"take it princess" he said as he continued to rub your clit. you could feel the knot in your stomach and you knew you were about to come undone in a few seconds.

"about to come princess?" he asked. you seriously had no words at this point and just nodded at him and he let you reach your climax as your body shivered frantically under his hold as a loud moan escaped past your lips.

loud panting was heard as he got off of his knees and he climbed onto the table hovering you.

he stared into your brown orbs and your fucked out state turned him on a LOT more than earlier.

he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, the kiss being much more sweeter and full of love this time.

he got off the table and pulled you up holding your hand. he held you by the waist and led you out of the room. "let's get home baby, then maybe you'll get the fuck you wanted all along"

[anantaru]

DAY 18 — OVERSTIMULATION

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — gorou, lyney, alhaitham, kazuha

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, overstimulation, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, dom/sub dynamics, teasing, skilled genshin men

𖧡 — GOROU

subtle twitches— the very ones that conceal little hints of excitement that resonated over gorou's ears when he moves himself closer in between your parted thighs, the insides full on glistening with your arousal laced over your folds— and time had passed, surely it did, yet it didn't feel this way to you, not when gorou couldn't stop himself from being trapped within the warm wrap of your legs swaddled around his head.

he's obsessed with it, driven by it.

you're feverishly riding his tongue and keep him as close as possible, your gaze falling down through your tear-stricken lashes as you get a thunderous thrill out of his tongue pressing painfully against the spongy flesh of your folds, your bottom lip tied in between your sharp teeth to hold back on your quivering moans.

you're still too sensitive from the hour long drags of his tongue, really, just pleasure and pain, a ripple of galvanic stirs overloading your senses until you're quivering all over, his sloppy tongue teasing and prodding at your stimulated hole, attempting to push inside as your toes curl inwards, your back arching like a bow.

gorou always sucks so hard on your cunt that it feels like he's trying to draw your pending orgasm out through the sheer force of his mouth attached on your pussy, using your glossy arousal to lubricate his mouth further as he pushes past the aching ring of your slit at last, his nostrils flaring and jaw tightening due to immense concentration.

who knew the general was that good at this?

and gorou was so handsome, so pretty, when he swiftly returns a shy smile at you, pearly whites peaking from underneath his glimmering mouth, whilst his lips never leave your warm pussy and remain on top, because he was truly, utterly, hair-raisingly shameless when it got to pleasuring his perfection of a darling— he'd do anything for your hips to keep on wiggling and aching through timid ruts that would ultimately manifest into a desperate grind of your swollen sex battering his cheeks.

𖧡 — LYNEY

lyney casts a single glance down on your face and falls, head first, in love with you once again— straight from the shoulder, it doesn't matter to him how you look right now, because even though your mascara was cementing under your lower lashes, your eyes transpicuous with mellow tears slithering all over your warm cheeks the moment you whine out his name, it's still not of significant importance.

because for the magician himself, you're still and always will be— the most drop-dead gorgeous being on earth.

you're so good to him and he wants to pay you back for it, every touch and thrust of his thudding dick setting a path of electricity straight to the furthest part inside your ribbed walls and ending at the tip of his his cockhead curling up all nicely inside of you, adding his scent on all the right places that needed the most attention.

and lyney was becoming hungrier by the minute, rocking his length in and out of your pulsating pussy to smear your slick all over your squishy folds and clit, while teasing your nipples with one hand and never downgrading the brimming thrusts of his hips, not until your body was aching, the curves on your frame incandescent of a sharp glow, powered by alight beads of perspiration scattering over the shivers on your skin.

"fuck, so fucking hot, you're so fucking hot, my love,"

lyney's body seem to scream of thrill, indulging of the salacious puffiness on your cunt when you moan through a slacked jaw, step by step falling apart underneath his looming figure as your body suffers from an overstimulating sensation.

oh no, it's way way way too much now, you shiver and cry out his name, yet beg for lyney to continue, wince at the penetrative pressure getting so close that it squeezes the air from your lungs, the electrifying buzzes on your sensitivity move so fast they're unstoppable, it's too much, again, too much;

but it's so fucking perfect.

𖧡 — ALHAITHAM

alhaitham derives gleaming pleasure into your person, an exclaimed heat luxuriating across your face as you return his kiss grouped by rapture— and your boyfriend was outright intoxicated on the way you offered yourself to him so gracefully.

the more your thighs twitched apart and enclosed his waist— the more he convulses when pressing in and out of your glistening cunt, breaking waves of colliding grunts and whines that get swallowed by you both tangling your tongues as he gropes the flesh of your ass to tug and push you into his dripping erection even further.

for that passion that was set free within the confines of the perspiring room— there was also love, determination and the excitement to bring you close to the edge, it turned alhaitham more eager to fasten his blows on you, which, for someone who preferred to take the slowed route, when it came to this, fuck, this, he'd never end it with you being unsatisfied in his performance.

your fingers rummage at the back of alhaitham's shoulders as he kisses your neck before moving the pink muscle and drawing the flat of his tongue right behind your ear— his exhaled breathes were menacing on you, his hair all tousled and disheveled with a couple strands sticking on his dampened forehead, he looked utterly devilish, beautiful and handsome when he grunts in bliss.

shuddering and bucking, you jerk your hips up as you notice the perspiring pressure on your wet sex, something was suddenly different and your entire frame begins to twitch and shake whilst pressed underneath his bulky figure suffocating any form of distance on your bodies.

the most plausible reason for this being on how alhaitham precisely gyrated his hips to penetrate over the clenching base on your entrance, delving through the devious pleasure points in your sensitivity as he explores the totality of your soaking wet walls, the sum of his moments decorated by the heavenly noises slithering from the tip of your tongue.

the surplus of stimulations on your luscious cunt melted into your skin, beating the air with copious amounts of  small, hiccoughy moans as you clung yourself tight against alhaitham's body to ride out the powerful shudders as you intensely, came and came apart— your hips curling up mindlessly against his girthy shaped length as your eyes fall shut from exhaustion, mind hanging above the clouds— your pussy throbbing from the musky scent from the scribe, not to mention of pheromones and filth that had been everywhere, all pendant around your bodies— jutting into empty air with your arms forevermore enclosed around each other, overwhelming you in the most beautiful of ways.

𖧡 — KAZUHA

kazuha clearly knows what he's doing to you, and he sees how it's working on each corner of your eyes desperately holding on to a droplet of tears— and he swiftly slides his fingers in and out, his eyes manifesting through a lidded glance, a languishing haze obscuring over your heads as he keeps your legs apart with his body, spending enough time to stretch you, although going slow.

you see, when you suddenly make a sound, kind of a vocalized panting that showed kazuha that you're much more sensitive and reactive than usually, he is aware that it's doing something to you, he knows he needs to keep his slender digits hidden in your cunt for a much longer procedure, perhaps even coax out a real, harboring orgasm from you without using his cock this time.

"just leave it to me," he coos as you're gaped open by his fingers being knuckles deep inside, scattering your bodily scent over his hand as kazuha scissors your creamy arousal back into you, fucking that little cunt of yours silly and proving to you— that you really had nothing to worry about, besides the strong radiation of overstimulation circulating through your entire blood stream.

"just keep your attention on me," he adds onto his mutters, long lashes tickling your cheeks before moving his fingers faster and faster through your tensed walls, the wet echos of your cunt diffusing into the entire humidity of your room.

slap, slap, slap, it's so noisy— ugh, and you drawl out an embarrassed whimper as well as a flustered writhe from how impossibly loud it had become, not to mention on how fast kazuha thrusted the two digits in and out of you and appeared to be utterly delighted by the noises your sweet sex could make, almost as if that was part of his plan.

you stumble and hiccup over your short-lived heaves, wriggling and writhing from the deep curls on your g-spot as he suddenly places his warm thumb on your clit.

it's over now, you're done for, and kazuha's whole, intense ministrations on your body were being downright relentless, his fingers pressing in and out of your wet sex as your exposed figure couldn't do anything other than endure the tasteful traces— with your tits in perfect view for him to indulge in, bouncing up and down in rhythm with the fast pumps of his hand, the underside of your breasts faintly doused with a glow of sweat and perspiration.

"i know, i know," kazuha whispers at you, sensually kissing your cheek when he perceives the soft cries pulled from your throat, the looming begs and whines developing and revealing themselves afterwards— all due to the expanding pressure of his finger over the stretch on your sloppy walls messing you up,

"but you can do it for me, okay? my love, can you?"

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[sonofarathorn]

dog tags [l.h]

Pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader Word Count: 800 words Warnings: Smut (18+). Unprotected Sex. Little dialogue. A/N: Here's a little drabble I've been thinking about since I saw Deadpool & Wolverine. It's my first attempt at writing in like a whole year. Please go easy on me. Dedicated to @eupheme for inspiring me to write again.

You love these moments, so few and far between. When the world melts away, and it’s just you and Logan. Sharing space. Sharing love. 

That gentle, sinful dance. The slick slide of skin. Dewey breaths and twin moans. The quiet squeak of the bed frame, keeping time with Logan’s deep thrusts. 

He’s wrapped himself completely around you, pressing his entire weight onto your body. It’s like he’s trying to burrow his way into you. Leave the imprint of himself upon your very soul. You’re trapped between the soft mattress and his solid body, completely vulnerable to him. As he is to you. Baring his soul before you. Letting you take what you want as he willingly offers you everything he has. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Logan groans into your ear. His teeth brush the shell, sending shivers down your spine. 

You thread your fingers in the damp hair at the nape of his neck. Tugging those strands when he thrusts deeper, finding that mind-numbing spot. “Feel so good, baby.” 

He shudders at the praise. Shoulders tightening in determination. To make you feel good. To unravel you.

Logan’s nose bumps yours clumsily as he presses a sloppy kiss to your lips. Filthy and sweet. His tongue slides into your open mouth, greedily tasting the saccharine moans that leave your throat. He fills you with his own pleasured noises. Deep and tangy. Bourbon and honey. Aged to perfection for a special occasion as this. 

Your hands slide the length of his broad shoulders, tangling in the metal chain that dangles from his neck. You pull him impossibly closer, fusing your bodies. He surges over you like a wave, pulling you deeper and deeper into the riptide of your pleasure. 

Logan hitches your leg around his hips and swallows your cry of his name. When your head tips back, overwhelmed by the heady sensation building within you, he watches. Watches the slack of your jaw, your kiss-swollen lips forming the letters of silent pleas. Watches the furrow of your brow, that flash of desperation in your eyes. 

Logan brushes his thumb over the swell of your lips. Your teeth catch the pad of it, tongue swirling out to soothe the sting. 

He groans, half-lidded eyes drooping more. The languid rock of his hips jerking for a moment. That knot in his stomach threatening to come loose. But he knows you're close to that edge. Can hear it in those sweet high-pitched moans, feel it in the needy undulations of your hips as you seek release. He won’t come yet, not without you. 

Logan draws his thumb from your mouth and fits it into the space where your bodies meet. You gasp at the slick pressure against your clit. The expert circles he presses pushing you further, driving you higher.  His free hand grabs yours, pressing your palm into the pillow. 

The sweet gesture, the connection adds to the intensity of the feelings swirling around you. For the longest time sex with Logan was primal, desire-based. The only goal was getting to the end, that blissful orgasm. Not that you minded, you had needs to. But lately…well things had changed. Tender touches replaced bruising force. Fiery, biting kisses turned languid. Still intense, just different.

“Gonna make me cum, Logan,” you whisper, eyes still locked on his. “‘M close.”

“I know,” he says. 

The thumb on your clit picks up speed and the heat in your belly grows. Logan crowds your space, bending you nearly in half. The movement has his dog tags dangling in your face, bumping against your chin with every forward thrust. 

A wicked thought fills your head. The desire fogging your brain. On his next forward push, you suck the tags into your mouth. The effect is two-fold. The cool metal on your tongue tastes of sweat. It keeps your mouth busy and forces Logan to remain close. 

You can feel his breath on your face, hear that warped groan, for a split second before he’s kissing you. Cool metal mixing with the uninhibited warmth of desire.  

It pushes you over the edge. You come with a choke groan, and Logan’s not far behind you. He kisses your chin, forehead falling against yours as he empties himself inside you. 

The afterglow has always been your favorite. Your body limp and floating through the syrupy sensation of pleasure. Senses dialed up to ten as you slowly come down. Logan lies limp on top of you, fighting to regain control of his breathing. He’ll never admit this, but he’s a cuddler. Seeking that warmth, the connection that’s eluded him for so long. Softness he’s never allowed himself to have. Softness he doesn’t think he deserves. 

You were the first to offer it to him in such a long time, and he’s long since stopped running from it. Maybe that’s why he keeps coming back. Giving you little pieces of himself each time.

[incognit0slut]

hi! could u write a fic about is the first time of the reader with spencer helps her and them made love so romantic *im sorry im so romantic 🙈* :)

I luv all ur writings <3

xoxo

(18+) soft spencer x inexperienced reader. 1.4k

Love was a foreign concept until he met you.

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Spencer has savored the taste of chocolate, relishing its rich sweetness as it melts on his tongue. He's indulged in the smoothness of honey, its velvety texture spreading across his palate. And amidst his love for the sugar in his coffee—slightly bitter yet abundantly sweet—none of these flavors could compare to the taste of you.

Because you tasted so divine, it was the only way he could describe it. His hands were pressed on the back of your thighs, forcing you to spread your legs further apart as he worked his tongue over you, swallowing every drop of arousal that dripped down to his mouth.

The thought of ever going back to a life without the taste of you seemed absurd now—It was a crime against his senses. So he devoured you eagerly, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony, completely lost in the spell of your flavor and scent. He couldn't get enough, and honestly, he didn't want to stop.

He was hooked, addicted to the way you writhed and moaned beneath him; your fingers tangling in his hair, your desperate pleas, and the way your hips bucked against his mouth. And when he sensed you teetering on the edge of release, he doubled his efforts, sucking and licking with a feverish intensity, intent on drawing out every last drop of your bliss.

It wasn't until you gently pushed his head away that Spencer finally drew back, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. You couldn't help but giggle at the satisfied grin that spread across his face, his breathless chuckle mirroring your amusement as he crawled over your trembling body.

"That was..." you trailed off, running your hand up his arm as he settled between your legs.

"Good?"

You sighed.

"Amazing. Splendid. Marvelous."

With a soft laugh, he reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "Someone's been hitting the thesaurus."

You swatted at his shoulder playfully. "Shut up and kiss me again."

The smile on his face widened into a grin as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin before capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss. He pressed himself closer to you and the unmistakable sensation of his cock brushing against your clit made you gasp in surprise.

"You're so perfect," he muttered, slowly grinding his length along your wet folds. He fought the urge to take you right then and there, but your comfort was his priority. He needed to make sure this was what you wanted. "Are you sure you're ready?"

You stifled a sigh. While you appreciated his concern, it was starting to get on your nerves, after all, it was just sex... You might be inexperienced, but how difficult could it be?

"Mmhm," you answered, though your voice came out a pitch higher than you intended. "Of course, I am."

He slightly pulled away. "You don't sound so sure."

You stared at him for a moment before finally letting out a sigh.

"Fine, I'm a little nervous, okay?" Biting your bottom lip, you voiced the question that had been weighing on your mind.

"Is it—" you suddenly sighed, or it was more like a moan that escaped your lips as the underside of his cock continued to rub along your wetness. "Is it... going to hurt?"

His expression softened as he reached out to gently cup your cheek. "It might be uncomfortable at first, but I'll be gentle, I promise," he reassured. "We can stop anytime you want."

"I don't want us to stop."

A surge of warmth flooded him at your words, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "Then we won't," he promised, slipping his hand between your body. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

You made a noise in the back of your throat as you watched him bring his cock closer, dragging it through your folds before he thrust his hips forward. The sensation was overwhelming and unfamiliar, and you couldn't help but tense up in response.

"Is this okay?" he asked. You nodded, though your breathing had become erratic. Your eyes fell closed as you started to feel him stretching you, the sensation both strange and uncomfortable. It was like your body was resisting him.

"Honey, I need you to relax," he murmured soothingly. "Can you do that for me?"

You winced when you felt him pushing further, a sharp pang of discomfort shooting through you. "S-Spence... it hurts..."

"I know, honey, I know," he whispered, his thumb continuing its gentle caress against your cheek. "Breathe with me."

You opened your eyes, meeting his reassuring gaze. Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady your racing heart, and he followed suit, matching your rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. Hold.

Breathe.

"Good, that's it," he encouraged softly. "Just like that. You're doing great."

Despite the initial discomfort, you focused on relaxing your body, allowing him to stretch your tight walls. He watched your lashes flutter against your cheek before his gaze dropped between you, taking in the stretch of your cunt, slowly allowing him to press deeper and deeper.

He then buried his face in your shoulder as he sheathed himself completely and you stifled a shocked yelp as you clung onto his shoulders for dear life, nails digging into his skin. You hadn't expected to feel so full, for him to reach that deep.

The room fell quiet, broken only by the steady rhythm of your breathing and the faint rustle of sheets. He waited patiently, his body pressed against yours, allowing you time to adjust. Then, he pressed a lingering kiss on your collarbone, his lips warm against your skin.

"Tell me how it feels," he whispered. You weren't sure you could form proper words, becoming so lost at the feeling of him inside of you. But you managed to take a moment to gather your thoughts.

"It feels... weird," you replied.

He lifted his head from your shoulder. "Do you want me to stop?"

You shook your head, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips as you stared up at him. He was beautiful like this, pressed against you, cheeks flushed with desire, damp hair tousled on his forehead—his cock finally buried deep inside you.

"You're doing so well for me, you know that?" he said, and the words made you sigh in response as his hips moved slightly back before rolling back into you, causing you to close your eyes with a quiet gasp the same time he let out a groan.

Something shifted after that. The air crackled with electricity. The blood in your veins pumped a little faster and your breathing deepened, each inhale filling your lungs with the heady scent of him. With growing urgency, your hips began to buck forward, eager to meet his slow, deliberate pace.

"Th-That feels good," you couldn't resist whispering to him. The initial pain you had felt had quickly faded, replaced by a rush of pure, hot pleasure that overwhelmed your senses.

"Do you think I can go faster?" He whispered, and you could hear the slick noise as he thrust his cock into your dripping walls. "Can you take it?"

A breathless yes escaped your lips and it was enough for him to get lost in you completely. His lips found their way to your neck, trailing kisses along your skin as he quickened his pace. The sensation was overwhelming, it was too much yet not enough, and all he could do was kiss every inch of your skin and tighten his grip on your body.

Spencer never understood the term making love, for love itself had often felt like a foreign concept to him. But with you in his arms, nothing else seemed more fitting, it was as if you were two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.

He now realized that love wasn't something to be analyzed, it wasn’t something his big brain could understand—it was meant to be felt, deeply and profoundly, and his love for you was as natural as the beating of his own heart.

[thewickedjazzy]

Bonus Level: “You Lookin’?” for Kinktober.

ᡣ𐭩beast! soukoku x afab! reader.

ᡣ𐭩Synopsis: as chuuya’s girlfriend, you never imagined that your boss would join you both—well, now he’s watching from a video call while chuuya proves he can please you best!

ᡣ𐭩Warnings: voyeurism, edging, orgasm control, video call sex, possessive beast! soukoku, jealous! chuuya, mention of cum, masturbation, exhibitionism..etc.

ᡣ𐭩Word count and a/n: 1.5k. this fic is for @thedamselzelda for being this week's top Kink Coin collector. <3

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your fingers tremble as you hold onto the fabric of his burgundy dress shirt for dear life. the slow drag of his cock buried deep inside you feels like a delicious torment. it’s been thirty long minutes, and each agonizing thrust pushes you closer to the edge of your release, yet he holds you firmly in place.

chuuya’s tongue circles your hard nipple, licking and sucking it as he rolls the other between his fingers. your nails dig in around his collarbone, leaving small crescent marks against his pale skin. he lifts his head, locking eyes with you, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“mghh..c’mon doll, you can handle this.”

every time you feel yourself getting close, he slows down, pulling back just enough to deny you the release you crave. “patience, baby,” he murmurs, “you know i like to take my time.”

your legs tremble beneath you, yearning to move, to ride him, but he keeps you pinned to the chair, your body forced to submit to his pace. “chuu...mmph t’much—haah..please” you beg, desperate for release, but he only smirks. and you can’t help but wonder where this side of him comes from? he’s always been so sweet, so attentive to your own orgasm.

“not yet,” he growls, slowing his pace even further, drawing it out until you’re dizzy with desire. “i want you to feel every inch of me.”

each bounce is torturous, his cock stretching you just right, feeling every throbbing vein with each agonizing thrust.

just as the moment swells, the phone's screen on his desk flickers, it's ringing pierces through the thick haze of lust. “nngh..perfect timing, boss,” he mutters, frustration flaring in his dilated azure eyes. but then a wicked smile curls on his lips as he leans closer, breath warm against your lips. “you know what? imma give him a little show. is that okay with you, doll?”

you nod eagerly. the thrill of being on display, especially with dazai watching, makes your skin tingle with anticipation. chuuya smirks, shifting your position to sprawl you over his desk, spreading your thighs wider from behind as he presses the button to start the video call with dazai.

“let’s show that bastard who you belong to, yeah?” he whispers before the call connects, and you can see dazai’s face flickering to life on the screen, a smug grin spreading across his lips as he takes in the scene before him.

“well, well, what do we have here?” he drawls as his eyes sweep over you, taking in every detail—the way your body trembles under chuuya’s hold, your legs spread wide, a blissed out expression settling on your face.

“just shut up and watch, will ya?”

chuuya’s grip tightens around you, pulling your back flush against his chest as he bounces harder into your slick folds, your body jerking upward with each thrust. his breath hitches against your neck, but all you can focus on is the way dazai’s hand moves to the zipper of his pants, sliding it down slowly. your eyes widen as he frees himself, his long, hard cock in hand, already stroking himself at a teasingly slow pace.

the sight of your boss pleasuring himself elicits a shocked gasp from you, your mind clouding with lust. you don’t even realise you’ve moaned his name until it’s too late, the sound escaping your lips in a breathless whimper. “mmngh... ‘samu.”

chuuya freezes for a second, jealousy flashing in his eyes, as he gently slaps your boobs making you hiss and tears pool in the corners of your eyes. his thrusts becoming rougher, more possessive as he growls in your ear, “don’t ya dare forget who’s fuckin’ ya right now.”

but dazai only smirks as he strokes himself faster, “looks like your girl is too distracted by my cock to scream my name forgetting who's really fucking her from behind, hmm?”

your body shudders with each powerful thrust from chuuya, but your gaze stays locked on the screen, mesmerized by the sight of dazai’s hand pumping his cock.

“mngh.. are you jealous, chuuya?” dazai’s grin widens as he watches your body arch under chuuya’s relentless pace. “or are you just mad she’s thinking of me while you’re the one fucking her?”

chuuya growls low in his throat, his thrusts becoming animalistic, hips snapping against you as he hisses, “she’ll only be screaming my name by the time i’m done with her.” his grip on you tightens, one hand moving to squeeze your breasts while the other holds you firmly in place, leaving you no room to escape.

“look at me, sweetheart.” dazai drawls, his hand moving leisurely up and down his cock, making sure you don’t miss a single detail. “imagine how good you’d feel if you were riding my cock instead,” he purrs, his eyes never leaving yours. “wouldn’t it feel so much better than being stuck on chuuya’s cock, hm?”

chuuya notices your wavering focus, his hand moves from your waist to your throat, gently pulling your head back until your lips are close to his ear. his voice drops to a raspy whisper, “hey, baby... stay with me,” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your neck between words. “focus on me, yeah? i’m the one inside you, making you feel this good ahh fu-hk—you love how I’m filling you up? no one else could make you feel like this.”

“yess...nghh yes chuu..please—ahh-” you gasp, breath catching as he pounds into you harder, pushing you closer to your sweet release.

“that's right...mngh fuckk!—keep moaning my name.” his muffled groans vibrate against your neck as he presses his face into the crook, each powerful thrust pulling gasps from your lips. you cling to him, wrapping your arm around his neck to draw him closer.

but as you're close to cum on chuuya’s cock too exhausted from all the edging, dazai’s voice cuts through the haze, “come on, sweetheart... look at me.” his tone is sultry, authoritative even, as if he knows just how much control he has over you in this moment. “yes just like that, good girl.. keep your eyes on me. let’s see whose name you’re gonna scream when you cum...”

the way dazai says good girl sends a shiver down to your core, making you whimper incoherent curses. his hand pumps his cock faster, teasing you, the sight, so delicious that your focus wavers again. you can feel chuuya’s frustration as his grip on you tightens, yet he keeps whispering sweet nothings into your ear, trying to pull your attention back to him.

“you belong to me, doll” chuuya drawls softly, his thrusts becoming even more intense, as if to drive dazai from your mind. “i’m the one making you feel this good—ungh... look at you clenching around me...ffuhm-k you love how i fuck you s’good, hmm?”

each agonizing thrust pushes you closer to the brink, body trembling as you fight the overwhelming pleasure building inside your belly. your mind is split between chuuya’s rough, punishing pace and the sight of dazai’s delicious cock coated with pre-cum on the screen, each stroke making your pulse race.

and just as you glance down, you catch the sight of chuuya’s cock plunging deep inside you, slick with your combined juices and his precum. the sight sends a fresh wave of pleasure that makes your pudendal nerve tingle, pushing you further toward your release. your breath hitches as you feel the tightening coil in your core finally reach its breaking point with how chuuya’s tip is knocking so perfectly against your g-spot.

“chuu... i’m—ahh!” the words escape your lips as the overwhelming sensation crashes over you, leaving you breathless. your body quakes with the intensity of your orgasm, waves of ecstasy radiating through every inch of you, the world around you fading into blissful oblivion.

chuuya completely loses it once he hears you crying out his name. he immediately follows suit, his thrusts becoming erratic as he finds his own high, filling you completely. the dual sensations of your highs intertwine, leaving you both gasping for air.

as for dazai, he watches intently through the lens, captivated by the bounce of your breasts with every thrust, your luscious pink lips parted, the intoxicating image of your pleasure, with chuuya’s cock vanishing deep into your swollen slick folds, drives him wild. even though you're screaming chuuya's name instead, dazai pays no mind, completely drunk on your blissed-out flushed form.

“fuckk so pretty ahh—look at you,” he breathes, quickening his strokes as he takes in the sight of your body trembling in bliss. the combination of you and chuuya reaching that sweet release together, along with your desperate moans, makes him erupt, hot jets of cum spilling all over his hand and abdomen as he rides the delicious wave of his orgasm witnessesing the exquisite sight of you.

chuuya pulls out from your now-ruined cunt still holding your trembling body close to his chest, his grip is more possessive, as if staking his claim, but also tender enough to make you feel safe in his embrace.

with one hand, he leans down and taps the screen, ready to end the video call. however, just before the screen goes black, chuuya shoots dazai a heated glance, lips curling into a smug smirk.

“i won this round, asshole” he mutters, “you'll have to try a lot harder next time. she's my doll.”

TAGS: @a-smol-bean @violetbutterflix @amanoava @falloutjuli @embersweapons @warriordemigosworld @cathias @v15aexe @vasarii @pe4rl-diver @sukidenks @dazaifavbandage @chuuminn @fyodorsprettynun @ace-0fspades69 @irasamu @trippyserval @alyszuha @bittysuguro @writingandmusing @corruptedwrathkitsune

[quimichi]

morning/sleepy sex with Kinich🥺

「 ✦ MORNING SEX WITH KINICH ✦ 」 - MNDI

It's way to early for Kinich. But yet, he can't help but keep his hands and mouth off of you. In the early hours of the morning, barely awake you already have his tounge lazily pumping in and out of you after a much similar lazy make out session. His tongue between your swollen, folds; the warm muscle sliding up and down. One of Kinichs muscled arms is heaved over your hips, caging your lower half to the bed. He doesnt want you to move or wiggle, youre to tired and dazed to do it anyway.

His shoulders have wiggled themselves between your thighs. His other hand kneading at the soft flesh of your ass and upper thigh mindlessly. He had already removed or lifted up any clothing you had on. His fingers idly tracing shaped against your skin before he roughly kneads your plush flesh again.

He’s half asleep himself; tongue working lazily against you. His chin glistening and shinging with the remains of his own saliva and your juices. You can hear the soft hums of pure ecstasy coming deep from his throat, accompanied by rather soft groans as he buries his face further into you. His nose, constantly hitting against your clit as he lazily runs his tounge over everything he can taste and reach.

Soft slurps fill the room, and so do your tired and soft moans and whimpers. Kinich instinctively tightening his arm around you, as if to draw you even closer. As if possible.

His eyes are heavy with sleep, close to falling asleepnestledright between your folds. But he can't fall asleep just yet, not when you didnt came. A soft guttural moan escapes Kinich lips when your back softly arches from the bed, your thighs giving a soft tremble against him. He stares up at you, dropping eyes shining in the morning sun as he stalks your reactions and expressions. His eyes close, slightly rolling back as your fingers dive into the plush softness of his hair, gently tugging at the strands with a sleepy urgency.

“taste s’good; so fucking good-,” Kinich slurs, words muffled and soft as he sleepily laps at your dripping cunt. He won't stop, even if you cum, he won't stop if you tell him to. The only thing stopping him from continuing is sleep.

[connorsui]

Note: Being here inside the tub as the water is getting cold is making think about Rafayel...

Rafayel's breath hitched, his voice thick with desperation as his hands gripped your thighs tightly, leaving indents where his fingers pressed into the soft skin. His lips parted, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he dragged you closer. He was already at his limit, his body straining to maintain some semblance of control, but the way you looked at him—so helpless and needy—was tearing him apart.

His teeth scraped against his bottom lip, drawing blood, the metallic taste barely registering as he forced himself to stay focused. “You’re so soft for me,” he breathed, his words a broken rasp as his hips bucked against yours. The way your slick, puffy folds parted for him so easily, the heat enveloping his cock, was almost enough to push him over the edge.

You could feel him trembling beneath you, his cock twitching as he slid between your folds, your body trembling in response. His glazed-over eyes met yours, wide and pleading, a desperate need swirling in them that mirrored your own. His breaths were labored, and each time you moved against him, his control slipped further.

“Rafa—Rafayel...” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breathless moan as you leaned forward, your lips ghosting over his. He swallowed hard, his hands sliding up your waist, grasping you with frantic urgency as if you might slip away at any moment.

“Stay here—right here,” he gasped, his head falling back against the headboard with a dull thud. His movements became more frantic, his hands pulling you down harder against him as his hips jerked up to meet yours. Sweat dripped from his brow, mingling with the heat radiating off both your bodies, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room.

Your moans grew louder, more uncontrolled, and Rafayel's body responded instantly. His hand slid up to your throat, gentle yet possessive, his thumb brushing against your jaw as he leaned forward. "Yes…That’s it," he whispered, his voice rough and strained. "Sing for me, sweetheart… I want to hear every sound you make."

His eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and satisfaction, his lips curving into a smirk as he grounded you down harder, reveling in your broken gasps. "Good girl... now, keep going," he purred, his voice dangerously low. "Show me how much I mean to you.”

Okay consui says time for night night

[ardensregias]

somnophilia (with or without consent you choose) with aventurine or sunday...

alright 👍🏻 i'm going with aventurine for this one, since his banner is tmrw yippee :3 may all avennie wanters become avennie havers ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

nsfw, consensual somnophilia, afab!reader, reader wears nightgown, fingering, spooning fucking (i have no idea what it's called (u_u)), established relationship, petnames used: darling, baby, sweetheart, little bunny.

"...my love?"

rubbing his tired eyes to prevent them from closing, aventurine enters your shared house together—only to find you asleep on the couch, filling the otherwise quiet living room with the soft rumble of your snores.

his lips slowly curl up to form a faint smile, little hearts dancing across his beautiful pupils as he steps closer to you, getting a good look at the way the silk gown highlights your curves—all the stress he accumulated from working instantly disappears into thin air the moment he came home to this, like something served only for him in a silver platter.

"you'll catch a cold..." he sighs, stepping closer to take you back inside your shared bedroom—while his eyes gawk at your body, glancing at your chest and legs, before he looks away and try not to act on his desire; you have said that it is fine for him to relief his stress by using you, even in an unconscious state—still, he'd rather not disturb your beauty sleep. slowly, he places you down on to the mattress and kissed your forehead, wishing you a good night's sleep before he stood up, attempting to leave and change his clothes first.

that is, until you decided to roll over, causing your dress to hikes up your thighs, revealing the skimpy and lacy panties underneath—aeons, how could you possibly be any more alluring? he wouldn't be able to hold back himself if this persists.

aventurine gently pushes the silky fabric further up, finally caving in, "'m sorry..." he murmurs, his gloved fingers slowly making their way inside your puffy folds, stimulating the sensitive nerves and getting surprised when he hears the squelching noises, already so loud when he barely does anything—he's starting to suspect that you may have been thinking of him a lot... probably not in an innocent way too (neither did he).

"are you dreaming of me, baby?" his lips curl up to form a small smirk, pumping his digits in and out of you faster, drawing out that little whines of yours that he loves so much, taking them as a sign to continue. he knew very well how skilled his fingers are, after all.

and continue, he did—laying down right behind you, slotting his erection between your thighs as the blunt head slowly slides into your tight little pussy, sucking him in so nicely as if this is the last time you can feel it. you're still so responsive, he thinks, groaning whenever you unconsciously push your ass against him, meeting his thrust while also arching your back.

the blond man tries to be as quiet as possible, burying his face into your nape and trailing kisses down your back with his arms settled on your hips to help him reach deeper and deeper, until his tip finally touches that one gummy spot—one that always makes you moan louder and beg him for more.

"fuck—i'm gonna cum, darling... ah—you're always so good for me..." he stammers, hips stuttering as the slapping noises intensifies, bouncing off the walls along with your soft mewls and his ragged breath.

it doesn't take long before the knot in your stomach snaps, your walls pulsating around his dick before he soon follows, stuffing you full with hot and sticky ropes of cum—so full that some of it form a ring around the base when he attempts to pull out. it surprises him to see just how pent-up he's been, but a sudden whimper from you brought snap him back to reality.

"'venturine... more, please..." for a moment, he was stunned—are you awake? or are you simply dreaming of doing this with him? the thought of being in your mind 24/7 easily flusters him, making his still-erect cock twitch inside you.

well, as a good boyfriend, what else can he do except to fulfill his little bunny's wishes?

his thumb finds its way back to your swollen nub, rubbing patterns across the sensitive area before he shoves his shaft back in, "as you wish, sweetheart,"

[hitomisuzuya]

Sleepy Sex with Aventurine… 🙏

I love him so much I think he would enjoy that kind of thing, early mornings, on a day when both you and him aren’t busy.. just laying together in basking in the light glow of the morning sunlight and what a better way to wake up than having morning sex…

If that makes any sense LOL

Anyways I love your writing and I hope you’re doing well reading this!!! 🩵

aventurine x fem!reader. soft smut. morning sex. fluffy.

i was smiling the whole time i wrote this.❤️ i love the way this request was worded🥺

when you opened your eyes in morning, you were quite sure you were waking up next to an angel. but even as that thought crossed your mind, you knew that aventurine would put even the most beautiful angel to shame with just one look.

at some point during the night, he'd rolled over onto his back, an arm still around you tucking you against him. both of you were still very much naked from the night before, your body littered with aventurine's bite marks of frenzied passion.

you adjusted yourself so you could lean up and place a few soft kisses on his neck. a few moments later, aventurine's hypnotic multicolored eyes opened. smiling sleepily, he put a hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair idly.

you returned his smile as the sun beam filtered further into the room. "morning," you greeted, "the sun beam decided to come further into the room because you woke up. it wanted to bask you in it's warmth."

aventurine's soft laugh sounded sleepy as he turned over on his side, bringing your forehead to rest against his. "the sun beam was telling me to move out of your light."

you gently nuzzled your forehead on his. "no, there is no way it was telling you that. besides, my hair is probably a real mess," you giggled.

"nonsense," he replied, kissing you once before continuing, putting a hand on your cheek and skimming his thumb gently across it, "you look more beautiful than even lady luck is," he stole away any other words of praise you would've had for him with another kiss.

you opened your mouth for his tongue, sighing softly into his mouth. soft silk sheets brushed on your skin, moving closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

the intimacy of kissing always made aventurine hard. the soft feeling of your lips on his, the noises you were making from the pleasure of having his lips against yours, his fingers combing through your hair as he explored your mouth.

you blushed feeling his growing erection poking against your thigh. you reached under the blankets, brushing your knuckles up and down his cock before wrapping your hand around it. aventurine let out shaky sighs, rutting into your hand as you pumped and stroked his cock.

you massaged your thumb around his cockhead, drawing soft, sleepy moans from him as he pulled away, his lips hovering over yours. he rested his forehead against yours again, his body trembling a little, enjoying the pumping sensation of your hand on his cock.

"i need to be inside of you now," he murmured, kissing you again. you rolled over so he could move on top of, spreading your legs to accommodate him. he chuckled sleepily feeling your juices immediately wet his cock. "wet already for me," he stole your lips into another passionate kiss, marveling at the sweet way you melted into him.

you wrapped your arms around him, deepening the kiss as you grinded against him. his cock pulsed between your folds. his teasing was true. jacking him off, watching his beautiful face contort with pleasure, listening to him sleepily moan. all of it made you very wet.

aventurine didn't believe in wasting a winning hand when it was dealt. caging you in with his hands at the sides of your head, he slowly pushed his cock inside. your pussy stretched tight and perfect, like it was made to take his cock.

his teeth nipped at your lower lip with a sleepy, satisfied groan as his cock sank into the warmth of your cunt. pulling away, he let you breathe for only a few moments to hear your moan of pleasure as he bottomed out before stealing your lips up in another deep, open mouthed kiss.

the way your pussy clenched on his cock made his whole body quake with pleasure. the long, slow, languid thrusts of his cock nudged deep and accurate into your sweet spot, rubbing against every sensitive part between your walls.

you writhed underneath him, clinging to him as you rocked your hips up. putting a shaky hand on his cheek, you pulled away as you caressed his cheek. "don't stop, please," you encouraged behind what he thought were the sweetest sounding moans.

aventurine is always driven to make you cum first. there was nothing better than your pussy squeezing his cock before he cums. "you sound so, so cute," he smirked hearing your shy squeak against his lips.

he adjusted his position so he could reach down and rub your clit. you always told him he is an angel. but to him, you sounded more angelic coming undone on his cock. you whimpered, soft and high pitched as your body twitched with the signs of cumming. "shh, cum for me, sweetheart. i've got you," you gasped in pleasure as his thumb circled your clit.

you were supposed to be the one taking care of him, but here he is, taking care of you instead.

you kissed him again, the knot of your orgasm breaking apart, your arms tightening around him as you shook from your orgasm. aventurine pulled away, he couldn't possibly bring himself to muffle your moans while you were cumming.

on the cusps of his own orgasm, aventurine increased his pace, fucking you through your orgasm as he chased his high. his head dropped down into your neck, nuzzling against it as his cock pulsed.

you stroked his hair, hooking a leg over his hip so he could thrust deeper inside you. the comforting sense of intimacy, coupled with your pussy squeezing his cock made cum ribbon inside of you. aventurine shook in pleasure on top of you, nuzzling into your neck again.

after a few long moments, he pulled out, remaining on top of you. "how about today, we just stay in bed. order room service and some drinks and just," he chuckled sleepily, grinning down at you, "fuck all day."

the ideal day off, in your humble opinion.