#his attachment to you & his need to be closer to you

[st7rnioioss]

Was skater!chris the one to take shy!readers virginity? and if so how was the experience?

SKATER!CHRIS AND GIRLY!READERS FIRST TIME

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... skater!chris x girly!reader

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ in which... skater!chris and girly!readr both lose their virginity, and this is how it went!!

warnings... smut, protected sex, kissing, swearing, loss of virginity (m and f)

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ the room was quiet and filled with an indescribable tension, your fingers carefully looming over chris’s bare chest, as if you had never touched him like that before. your head rested against the pillow behind your head, chris’s body resting between your legs with both hands on either side of your head.

he was close, really close. your breaths interlaced, heavy and hot with need. you two usually never went here—both virgins. but you knew you wanted it, and so did he. it happened naturally too, starting out as a slow kiss, and before either of you knew it, you were both shirtless.

his eyes had been staring into yours for far too long, but neither of you cared, too lost in each other. “do.. do you really want to?” you mumbled when one of his hands ran down the side of your face, eventually toying with the strap of your bra.

chris nodded slowly, pursing his lips for a moment. “yeah. i’m ready.. are you?” he whispered back, his tone soft and honey-like, driving you crazy. you nodded as a reply, and he nearly didn’t even get to smile at you before his lips attached to your neck, leaving a gentle kiss.

“we’ll take it slow, dollface.. right?” his breath fanned over your skin, and again, all you could do was nod and let out a soft ‘yes’. his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer, trapping you between his chest and the mattress underneath the two of you, his fingers fiddling with the clasp of your bra while nibbling on your neck.

“wha- what the fuck,” he chuckled when he couldn’t get it open, his head dipping up from your neck to let go of you, looking down at you with a shy smile. confused, you laughed along with him, furrowing your brows. “w-what’s wrong?” he laughed again, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “can you take that off..? you’ve got like.. a fuckin’ rubik’s cube or somethin’ back there,” he nervously said, pointing at your chest.

you tried, but failed, to hold back a giggle, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer, kissing as his face. “hey, don’t worry. i can hardly get it off myself..” you smiled, one hand reaching around your back to unclasp your bra. “wanna do the honors?” chris nearly beamed when you asked, carefully running his fingers up your arms before reaching for the straps, bringing them down your shoulders.

the same silence as earlier fell between you, your chest now exposed and bare, just like his. chris’s eyes roamed over you, throwing your bra somewhere amongst the rest of the clothes lying in a pile on the floor, his eyes respectfully trying not to stare too much. “y-you’re really beautiful,” he spoke nervously, his fingers roaming over your torso carefully. you didn’t say anything, your face just turned an obvious shade of red before you pulled him closer to you, his lips attacking your collarbone.

“thank you,” you spoke up when he was out of sight, threading your digits through his hair while his teeth and lips dragged over your soft skin. his mouth still on your skin, his fingers reached for your panties. “is this.. is this okay, doll?” his words were muffled, but you paid no mind to it.

“yea. k-keep going..” you whined, pleasure coursing through you when his soft and gentle lips sucked marks into your neck, along with his fingers dragging down the damp fabric of your panties.

you gasped as you laid bare on chris’s bed, arms around his neck while he kissed the life out of you. “ch-chris, i need you..” a pathetic whimper tugged on your lips when his hardening bulge brushed against your core, the friction just not enough. he nodded slowly, letting his glistening lips slip from your chest. “o-okay.. just- tell me if we gotta slow it down a bit, angel.” he smiled softly and comforting, letting his hands go of you to tug his sweatpants down.

your eyes intently watched as his boxers went down too, flickering back to his face when already leaking cock was right in front of you. “o-oh my god,” your breathed, too shy and honestly scared to look at him, just the idea of having that inside of you making your skin crawl with both desire and anxiety. chris took notice, immediately grabbing your hands. “hey, wait- it’s okay.. w-we don’t have to go.. like, you know.. all the way in.” his gently cooed, brushing his knuckles over your cheek while your wide eyes stared up at his. “it’ll be okay.. as long as you’re ready. j-just uhh… i forgot where i put the condoms, wait a minute i’ll find them-“.

his words seemed to calm you down a whole lot, because suddenly a couple minutes passed, and the stretch of his cock was stroking just the right spots inside of you with every deep thrust, his fingers squeezing the sheets up in his fist. “h-hoooly shit.. y-you take me so good, you’re so beautiful,” you whined at his words, desperately holding onto his shoulders for a sense of support as all your self respect went right out the window. you wanted, no you needed more, carving your fingernails into his skin.

“please, oh my god! i- i need more, please christopher,” your nails ran down his back, scratching red trail marks down his ‘in utero’ tattoo. chris groaned loudly when you moaned for him to give you more, his inexperience making his head stir for a second before jerking his hips a little harder and faster.

“is t-this good? m’sorry i can’t, i can’t hold on for much longer, angel-“ he whimpered, trying his best to keep up, but he failed from how each push of his hips was sloppier than the last. “it’s okay- don’t worry, it- oh gosh, right there!” chris nearly couldn’t believe his ears from just how vocal and loud you were being, much a contrast to your usual timid and shy self—not that he was complaining. quickly, his slender fingers moved to experimentally rub circles on your swollen clit, your chest arching up into his at the touch all while he kept the pace you seemed to like.

both your bodies were sweaty and warm, prickling with need and electricity as you moved against each other. his fingers on your clit seemed to make you snap, nearly drawing blood on his back from just how hard you were holding onto him. “j-jesus christ, i’m gonna cum chris- oh!” a few thrusts later you were a mess, squeezing around his dick when the band in your tummy snapped, his own orgasm conveniently hitting him at the same time.

chris slumped against you, his arms going to wrap around your body while his head went to rest on your heaving chest. “that… definitely wasn’t too bad.. at all.” you panted, shaking your head with a light chuckle when he spoke. “no.. it’s was okay.”

chris raised a brow at you, his head lifting to look at you, his expression teasing but perplexed. “just okay? what happened to ‘oh my god, right there! christopher!’ well just forget about that or..?” he mocked you, but not in a hurtful way. one that made your stomach hurt from laughing, face turning beet red in embarrassment while you giggled between your words. “oh my god, would you shut up!”

more skater!chris x girly!reader here!

˚𝜗𝜚 notes... to that one anon who said that theyre soo innocent but lowkey freaky too.. i thought of you. anyway, this shit is lowkey aaasss i'm sorry

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[isaadore]

ATTACHED CONNOR BEDARD

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎pairing connor bedard x reader

SUMMARY connor isn’t the type to say outright how much he loves you. but you didn’t need him to, not when he showed it in every little thing he did. whether it was following you around the apartment, pulling you into his arms the second you sat down, or finding excuses to keep you close, one thing was clear. he was completely, hopelessly attached to you. word count 0.6k

warnings fluff, established relationship, connor being soft and clingy, minor teasing

note not a part of my 1k celebration but i thought we all needed this with how connor’s season is going on rn 😕

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IT ALWAYS STARTED small.

You woke up first, rolling onto your side to grab your phone. But before you could even reach for it, a strong arm tightened around your waist, pulling you back into the warmth of the bed.

Connor buried his face in the crook of your neck, sighing sleepily against your skin. “No.”

You stifled a laugh. “No?”

“Stay.”

His voice was muffled and low, still heavy with sleep, but there was no room for argument. You were stuck, wrapped up in him. His grip was just firm enough to keep you from slipping away.

You exhaled through your nose, amused, and brushed your fingers through his hair. “You’re clingy in the mornings.”

“Not clingy,” he corrected, though the way he tugged you closer said otherwise. “Just comfortable.”

You shook your head, but your chest felt warm, your heart softening at how much he didn’t want you to leave yet.

Still, after a few more minutes, you finally manage to wiggle free, much to Connor’s displeasure. He groaned dramatically, rolling onto his stomach as you sat up.

“I’ll be back in, like, five minutes,” you promised, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head before slipping out of bed.

You thought that was the end of it.

But then, twenty minutes later, you were standing in the kitchen making coffee when you felt it. A familiar presence lingered behind you, followed by the quiet shuffle of socked feet.

You glanced over your shoulder, and sure enough, Connor was there. His hoodie was wrinkled, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were still half-lidded with sleep.

“You good?” you asked, sipping from your mug.

He grunted in response, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder.

You huffed a laugh. “Connor.”

“What?” he mumbled against your hoodie.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was.” He paused. “Then I woke up, and you weren’t there.”

You blinked, realizing he had gotten up just to follow you. “So you came all the way to the kitchen?”

He nodded against your shoulder like it was the most logical thing in the world.

“You’re impossible.”

“Mm.” He hummed, unbothered, and just tightened his arms around you.

And really, what could you say? That was just how he was. He was never too obvious about it, but he always found reasons to be close.

It happened again when you were sitting on the couch later that afternoon. You had your laptop balanced on your knees, fully focused on whatever you were watching, when Connor came in from the other room and wordlessly flopped down beside you.

You barely had a chance to react before he shifted closer, his arm draping over the back of the couch, his knee knocking against yours.

You glanced over. “Comfortable?”

“Not yet.”

Before you could question it, he moved again, pulling you into his side, letting you settle against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You paused for a second, then shook your head, amused. “You do realize you’ve been practically glued to me all day, right?”

Connor exhaled, long and dramatic, like he was thinking about it. Then, after a beat, he said, “So?”

You snorted. “So, is there a reason, or are you just really attached to me all of a sudden?”

He shrugged, playing with the hem of your hoodie. “Dunno. Just like having you close.”

Your heart clenched, and maybe you were a little obsessed with him too.

“Well, lucky for you,” you said, reaching up to ruffle his hair, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Connor hummed, satisfied, and pressed a quick kiss to your temple before relaxing against you completely.

Yeah. He was definitely attached.

But honestly, you didn’t mind one bit.

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[strawb4kdior]

The One That Got Away ~

parings: vi x fem reader

tw: Enemies to Lover , Slow Burn , Modern AU

summary: you’re a high-profile thief and Vi is a relentless enforcer sworn to take you down. After a botched heist, she captures you, but instead of prison, she offers a deal—help her take down a common enemy, or rot in a cell. The tension between you is unbearable, but so is the pull.

The city never slept. Neon lights bled into the streets, the hum of late-night traffic mixing with the low murmur of a world that thrived in the shadows. You thrived in them, too.

Perched on the rooftop of a high-rise, you adjusted the sleek black gloves on your fingers and peered down at the target below—Westhall Bank, the crown jewel of Piltover’s elite. Inside was a vault filled with more than just money. Documents, ledgers, secrets—things that made powerful people nervous. Things your employer, Silco, wanted.

You weren’t just any thief; you were the best. Precision, speed, an uncanny ability to slip through cracks no one else saw. You had a reputation for being untouchable. Until tonight.

Your earpiece crackled.

"We're in position," came Sevika’s voice, low and steady. "Make it quick, Ghost."

Ghost. Your alias in the underworld. No real name, no history anyone could pin down. Just whispers of a thief who never left a trace. You smirked.

"Relax, Sev. I’ll be out before you miss me."

Sliding down the fire escape, you made your way into the building. The security system was laughably outdated, and within minutes, you bypassed the alarms, weaving through the corridors like smoke. The vault door stood before you, thick and unyielding. You pulled out a small device, attached it to the keypad, and let it do its magic.

Three minutes. That was all you needed.

Except you never got that long.

The first sign of trouble was the sudden silence in your earpiece. Sevika had gone dark. Then came the low click of a gun being cocked.

"Hands where I can see them, Ghost."

You froze. That voice. Deep, husky, laced with something dangerous.

Vi.

You turned slowly, heart pounding. She stood in the doorway, a gun aimed at you, her stance casual but unshakable. Vi—Piltover’s relentless enforcer, the one person who had chased you for years but never quite caught you.

Until now.

She was a vision in black, her tailored suit doing nothing to hide the raw power beneath. Broad shoulders, scarred knuckles flexing around the gun’s grip. Short pink hair, tousled but still effortlessly cool. And those eyes—sharp, assessing, and way too smug for your liking.

"Took you long enough," you said, forcing a smirk. "Miss me?"

Vi scoffed, stepping closer. "You talk too much. Hands behind your head, now."

You weighed your options. Fight? Not smart. Run? Impossible. You exhaled sharply and lifted your hands.

"Smart choice," she muttered.

Vi holstered her gun and grabbed your wrist, snapping on the cuffs with a little more force than necessary. You gritted your teeth at the way her fingers brushed your skin, the heat of her touch lingering.

"Let’s take a walk, thief."

The Interrogation Room

The precinct was cold, sterile. The walls felt too tight, the fluorescent lights too bright. You sat in a metal chair, cuffs still digging into your wrists, watching as Vi leaned against the desk, arms crossed.

"Y'know," you mused, "for all the years you’ve chased me, I expected a grander moment when you finally caught me. Maybe fireworks. A parade, even."

Vi tilted her head, unimpressed. "I can arrange a marching band. Want that before or after I throw your ass in prison?"

You grinned. "Depends. Are you playing the drums?"

Vi huffed a laugh, shaking her head. "You’re unbelievable."

Before you could retort, the door creaked open. A tall, suited man entered, his presence commanding. Marcus, one of the higher-ups. Corrupt as hell.

"Good work, Vi," Marcus said, his gaze flicking to you. "We’ll process her. Should be rotting in a cell by morning."

Something flickered in Vi’s eyes. She didn’t move.

You leaned back, watching her. "That doesn’t sound like a victory speech, Vi. Something wrong?"

Silence.

Then, finally, Vi sighed and rubbed a hand over her face. When she looked at you again, there was something different in her expression.

"I have a deal."

Marcus frowned. "Vi—"

"Leave," she cut him off.

Marcus scoffed but left, slamming the door behind him. You arched a brow.

"What kind of deal?"

Vi exhaled. "There’s someone worse than you out there. Someone who’s got dirt on both our people. You help me take them down, you walk free."

Your stomach tightened. You had a feeling you knew who she meant.

"And if I say no?"

Vi leaned down, so close you could feel her breath. "Then you rot in that cell."

The tension between you was unbearable. But so was the pull.

You smirked, tilting your head. "Well, well, Vi. Guess we’re working together now."

And just like that, everything changed.

[multific]

A Marriage Rewritten

Duke Leto Atreides x Reader

Summary: Your marriage to Duke Leto Atreides was meant to be political, love was never supposed to be part of the equation.

The marriage between you and Duke Leto Atreides was not one of love, nor even one of mutual respect at first.

It was political.

A deal struck between your father and the Atreides, one that bound you to a man who barely spared you a glance.

You understood why.

Leto did not trust your father, and in truth, you didn’t either. Your father was not a good man, and if anything, this marriage was an escape from his iron grip.

But Leto didn’t know that. To him, you were a pawn, a potential spy in his household.

You kept to yourself, avoiding the political discussions and war councils that seemed to take up most of Leto’s time.

You preferred the gardens, where the scent of flowers filled the air, where you could breathe freely, untouched by the weight of court affairs.

Every day, you took a quiet walk among the flowers, seeking calmness in their beauty.

It was on one of these walks that you found the kitten.

The tiny creature was injured, its small body trembling as it lay curled up beneath a bush.

Without thinking, you scooped it up and rushed to the medical wing of the keep. The doctors looked at you with confusion, hesitant as they explained they only treated people. But you refused to accept that.

"Please. It’s so small, and it’s hurt. You’re healers, aren’t you?"

The head physician sighed. "My lady, we are not trained in treating animals."

"Then learn," you snapped, surprising even yourself with the force of your words. "Do something!"

The commotion drew the attention of Duke Leto himself. You felt his presence before you saw him.

His voice, cool and commanding.

"What’s going on?"

The doctor turned to him. "The lady demands we treat an injured kitten, my lord." The doctor almost laughed at just how ridiculous your request was.

Leto’s gaze flickered to the trembling creature in your arms, then to your determined expression. He was silent for a long moment before he turned back to the doctor.

"Do as she says."

The doctor hesitated. "My lord—"

"I gave an order," Leto said, voice leaving no room for argument.

You looked up at him in shock, your grip tightening around the kitten. He held your gaze for a brief moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes before he turned and left without another word.

The kitten survived, thanks to Leto’s unexpected intervention.

You spent the next few weeks nursing the kitten back to health, feeding it, keeping it warm, and watching as it slowly regained its strength.

You named it Tika, and despite her initial fearfulness, she soon grew attached to you, curling up in your lap whenever you sat by the fire to read.

One evening, you were nestled in your usual spot, the soft glow of the fire illuminating the pages of your book, when the door to your chambers opened.

Leto stepped inside, his cloak dusted with the sand of Arrakis, exhaustion evident on his face.

He paused when he saw you the he saw the kitten sprawled across your lap, purring softly as you ran your fingers through her fur.

"You kept it," he murmured.

You looked up, surprised that he had spoken to you first. "Of course. She needed someone to care for her."

Leto walked closer, his expression thoughtful. "You’re not like your father."

You let out a soft laugh. "Thankfully, I never was."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair before sitting in the chair opposite you. "I didn’t trust you when we married. I thought you were here to deceive me. I was wrong."

Your heart pounded as you set your book aside. "Leto—"

"Watching you these past weeks," he interrupted, his voice softer now, "seeing how kind you are, how you care so deeply... I was a fool. I married you out of obligation, but I find myself wanting more. Wanting you."

You stared at him, searching his face for any hesitation. You found none.

"Do you mean that?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. "I do. And if you have me, I would like to build something real with you. Not just a marriage of duty, but one of love."

Tears welled in your eyes. For so long, you had felt alone in this marriage, but now, here he was, offering you what you had never dared to hope for.

"Yes," you breathed. "I would like that too."

A rare smile crossed his lips before he reached out, taking your hand in his. His thumb traced gentle circles over your skin, a silent promise of what was to come. And as he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, you knew—this was the beginning of something new, something beautiful.

A marriage not of convenience, but of love.

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[rintinningvt]

Started watching the Bayverse movies with my besties and... Are we just too gay for these movies??? Admittedly we only finished the first two and got through a quarter of the third, but the second one was such a drag to sit through at times and it probably doesn't help that we do NOT care about Sam that much. I hope that there is a character arc for him in the rest of the third movie. Because so far he has not been fun to watch in that one. He just comes off as a slight manchild to me, like... I can see why he would be frustrated with where he is in life but the way he acts with others and lashes out does not help him in the slightest. I do have to admit though that seeing him go to Cybertronian Heaven in the second movie was the funniest part for me and my besties lol.

I'll just hope that the other guy in the next movies will be at least a bit more interesting. Doesn't even have to be a good guy, just an interesting guy for me lol

[nahoyasboyfriend]

I don't think seo moonjo necessarily describes how he feels towards you as love, because it's not. The label doesn't sit right with him, leaving a bitter taste in mouth. No, It's more possessive than that, more of an ownership. You're his. His to mold, his to break down and build back up again. To reshape you into something beautiful, into something worthy of being by his side. Redirects your oppressed anger into action.

[flionp]

I might just scrap everything I have for awggtbag so far. I might.

[erwinsvow]

young, shy reader and price who is just a little too old for it be considered fine. it’s not like that’s stopping either of them. soft spoken, jittery shy reader who’s really sick and tired of boys her age—she can barely hold a conversation with them—who is just so taken aback at how assertive price is. they meet, and plans for a first date are cemented before the end of the hour. he actually comes to pick her up—and while she’s scrambling to get shoes on, thinking she needs to rush outside to meet him, he knocks on the door.

he’s brought flowers. the whole thing seems like something out of a movie. everything about price is so… gentlemanly. the way he holds doors open, pulls chairs back, walks on the side of street closer to the road. the way she doesn’t have to fret and die over bad communication. no, he does all of that, without even being asked. it’s a little dumb, but that’s the state of dating right now. so this is such a breath of fresh air it’s like getting the wind knocked out of you. as enamored you are with him, you hope you’re not reading into it too much—is he like this with every girl he picks up in a bar?

but then days turn to weeks which turn to months—and john price has become the most consistent part of your life, the best part of each day and whose voice can lull you to sleep each night. and you settle nicely into the role—a cute pretty thing in a sundress that fits perfectly on his arm, attached at his side. and maybe you are just a little too young for him, but you can hardly care when he has you creaming all over his dick once, twice, three times a day, sometimes. yes, your boyfriend is a little older. just a little.

[partiallysame]

Ghost Gets No Bitches Part 2:

second part to THIS

Word count 1400

Content warning: suggestive, alcohol

When ghost finally texted you the message was something along the lines of: 

Hello. This is the man from (insert specific grocery store name followed by the exact address of said grocery store). 

You: Do I get to know your name or am I just supposed to call you Man From Grocery Store?

Ghost: Simon

Wow ok not a talker but we can work through that. Simon knew he should take you to a proper dinner but you made him so anxious he needed somewhere safe. Comfortable. Ah yes the closest bar to his base that he goes to almost daily. When you agreed to the date the panic really set in. He’s gonna be alone with you again (he ran to Price to ask for help on what to do. “You can’t wear the fucking mask” “but why?”)

The second Ghost got out of his car he noticed Soap had followed him to the bar (how could he not, Ghost had been sweating all day about meeting his lil lass again) “you walk in that bar and I’ll put a bullet in you, Mohawk”

“Aye come on. Jus wanna see a little more of the pretty bird that’s got ya all nervous”

 Soap knew he was bluffing about shooting him until Ghost pulled up his shirt enough to show his gun and the silencer attached to it. Yup ok he really would shoot him. Suddenly Soap is back in his car.

And then there you were, picture of perfection walking towards him. Big smile and small dress oh he was fucked. He opened the door for you and you let out a “good boy” as you walked through, an audible gulp came from him. Making your way to the bar to order, you told the bartender your drink, turning to ask Simon what he wanted only to find him standing 4 feet from you, scared to get too close. “Come here.” A command. One giant step and he was by your side. You moved closer until your shoulder was touching him. Control your breathing Ghost. “What do you want big boy?” You looked up at him and he should be embarrassed that you just called him that in front of his favorite bartender but he is definitely not. He said the beer he wanted and you added “two please. He’s nervous” the bartender was trying not to laugh.

“Tab Open or closed?” The bartender asked to which you quickly said open and began sliding your card over. 

“No.” Simon’s voice was deep and gravely and his sudden outburst caught you off guard. He may let you walk all over him but there was no way he, a gentleman would let you pay. 

You turned to him, eyebrows raised, “did you just tell me no?” Voice laced with genuine surprise and his eyes got wide, fuck was he in trouble? He nodded too afraid of how to properly respond but he continued to hand his card over and return yours to you. 

“You only get to tell me that once and that was it.” You scolded him as the barkeep slid the drinks over to you. You grabbed his two beers, one in each hand to hand to your date. He nodded again in response but did not miss the way your eyes were glued to his giant hands when he easily held the two bottles in one hand. 

Making your way over to a booth to sit, someone bumped into you, slightly spilling your drink down your hand. The man kept walking until a large (big sexy) hand grabbed his shoulder. Terrified apologies stumbled from his lips at the sight of Simon. But your hand quickly found its way onto Simon’s chest. 

“It’s not a big deal. Right Simon?” He looked down at you just in time to see you put your fingers in your mouth sucking the spilled drink from them. Christ’s sake woman. Your hand on his chest could feel his racing heart beat. 

“Not a big deal mate.” He let go of (pushed) the man as he watched you finish the walk to the table you wanted. He followed but when he got to the table he just stood there so awkwardly. 

“Simon, sit down. This is a date you know.” He’s sat. You decided that if he wasn’t going to talk then you wouldn’t either. You just sat there watching this giant muscle man fidget in his seat, emotional support beer being held so tightly in front of him. Your eyes taking in all of his features, pretty blue eyes and chiseled facial features. After however many minutes of silence (Simon squirming) you decided it was time for billiards. This is a bar after all. 

“Let’s go play” your head nodding to the empty pool table. The sudden sound of your voice made him jump. For goodness sakes man chill. He downed his second beer as he stood beginning to relax slightly. The bar was starting to get crowded so you reached for his hand before making your way to the table, pulling him behind you. You’re touching him. Fuck your hands are so soft, small compared to his. How would they look holding his…  A small and disappointed “oh” came from your lips as you neared the table. A group of men had gotten to it first but with a quick clear of his throat and deadly stare from Simon they gently handed you the cue ball. You turned to face him and god you were so close to him. He thought you holding his hand was bad? Now your chest is touching his. 

“Ready to lose?” You questioned batting your lashes at him, watching his pupils dilate. 

“I was gonna ask you the same.” You bit your lip at his response, excited to finally get somewhere with this man. There was a stare down for a few moments before you turned to begin the game. 

Were you bad at pool? No. Were you good? Also no. But Simon? Never missed a shot. No no this won’t do. Quickly realizing that you are losing (you only got one turn) you changed the game. Now you’re just standing at the edge of the table, looking pretty, moving the balls around with your hands, demanding trick shots. 

“Orange here to here then this pocket.” Hands pointing around before being placed palms down on the table, cleavage exposed and Simon can’t breathe. He does it and you praise him with another “good boy.” Two more planned shots and now you’re curling your finger, beckoning him closer. 

“8 ball. Corner pocket.” Simon begins to bend to line up his shot when you move so you are sandwiched between him and the table. Breathe Simon breathe. “Go on handsome.” Fuck ok he can do this. His large body easily envelopes yours, slowly bending at the waist and you are pushed down slightly, his chest pressed against your back. Your ass pressed exactly where you want it. Simon’s arms wrap around you to place his hand under the stick to steady it. You wiggled your ass back against his crotch and you could hear him stifle a groan. You can tell he’s trying to focus on the task at hand, but let's make it more fun. You turn your head until your lips are brushing against his jaw, sliding their way up to his ear and the whine that escapes this man at the contact. His hands glued to where they were placed on the table, too scared to move them where he actually wanted them.

“If you make this, you’ll get a reward.” You pressed your body into him more, feeling what was starting to form in his pants and you could feel the vibrations in his chest from a suppressed growl. “But.” you paused for a moment and he thought he was going to break the pool stick from holding on so hard. “But if you miss, your friend from the parking lot is allowed to come play too next time. So whats it gonna be?” You removed your lips from his ear, signalling him to take the shot. A breathy and accidental “fuck me” came from him as he lined up his shot. There was no way he was going to miss this, but when you added “thats the plan” after his last comment he missed the ball all together, pool cue scratching the green fabric on the table. He stood quickly cursing every god there ever was as you spun in his arms now face to face. Your arms reached up to wrap themselves around his neck. “What was his name again?”

Part 2.5 Part 3

[littlelamy]

sleeping with rafe

Rafe couldn’t sleep without you. Whether it was his bed, your bed, or even the couch, he needed you beside him, wrapped up tight, grounding him in a way only you could. Tonight was no different. The moment you slipped under the covers, he pulled you into his arms, sighing deeply as he buried his face against your chest. After a long, exhausting day, all he wanted was to be tangled up with you.

Usually, he preferred to be the big spoon, wrapping you up in his embrace like a protective barrier against the world. But tonight, he craved your warmth more than ever. He nestled his way down, resting his head on your chest, sighing contentedly as he felt your soft skin under his cheek, the rhythm of your heartbeat lulling him. His hand drifted beneath your shirt, fingers gliding over your bare skin, sending tingles through you.

“Missed you,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses against the delicate skin just above your heart. His lips traveled slowly across your chest, savoring each inch, each gentle curve. When he finally reached your nipple, he paused, eyes fluttering shut as he closed his lips around it, sucking softly, his tongue flicking teasingly against the sensitive skin. (rafe having an oral fixation > )

A shiver ran through you, and your breath hitched as you tangled your fingers in his hair, feeling the heat pool low in your stomach. Rafe smiled against you, clearly enjoying your reactions as he took his time, lost in the warmth of you. Each slow pull of his mouth was both possessive and adoring, a perfect blend that made you feel cherished.

“God, you’re so soft… so perfect,” he whispered, pulling back for a moment to watch your face, relishing the flush on your cheeks. He pressed his cheek against your chest again, listening to your heartbeat, tracing gentle patterns across your waist with his fingers.

But as the moments stretched on, you felt that familiar pressure building in your bladder, and you knew you’d have to get up. You tried to shift out of his hold, but Rafe wasn’t having it. Even as you tried to ease your way out from beneath him, his grip tightened, instinctively, possessively and with a sleepy groan.

“Where are you going?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep, his arms looping around you like a vice.

“I… I have to get up,” you whispered, trying not to disturb him too much. He just groaned, shaking his head as he snuggled even closer, tightening his hold like he thought you might just disappear if he let go.

“Just a few more minutes,” he murmured, pressing a sleepy kiss to your collarbone, his face still buried against your chest. “Stay.”

You chuckled softly, heart warming at how attached he was, even if it meant you were stuck for the time being. But eventually, nature’s call grew too insistent, and you had to put your foot down.

“Rafe, I really have to go,” you said, a bit more firmly this time. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you, pouting slightly, as if to say how could you leave me like this?

With a defeated sigh, he finally relented, loosening his grip just enough to let you slip out of bed. But as you padded to the bathroom, you felt his presence right behind you, half-awake yet determined to stay close. You glanced over your shoulder to find him trailing you, eyes half-lidded and hair tousled, his expression one of pure sleep-addled stubbornness.

He leaned against the doorframe as you entered the bathroom, his gaze unwavering even as you went about your business. You shot him a look, but he only grinned, sliding down to sit by the door, resting his head against the wall with a lazy smile, as if this was perfectly normal behavior.

When you finally returned to bed, he wasted no time in gathering you back into his arms, settling back into his preferred spot on your chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as he sighed in satisfaction.

“You’re not allowed to leave me again,” he muttered, voice muffled against you.

You chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, alright. I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that promise, he relaxed completely, his breathing evening out as he drifted back to sleep, held securely in the warmth of your embrace.

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[stargirlrchive]

simon’s work wife

one — two — three — four

cw: simon riley x fem reader, smut no plot like just literal sex

you would come to learn that simon was a very dedicated lover. he was—to put it simply—starved, and it appeared that you were the meal.

your mind had turned into a cloudy mess of desire as his thick, calloused finger ripped the flimsy elastic of your underwear. his hands moving to grip the soft part of your thighs to spread you open for him.

you had no time to be embarrassed at being so exposed because he was parting your lips and then nosing at your clit.

your back arched almost instantly, his tongue laying flat against your puffy clit and flicking over and over again. lips attaching to the soft nub to suck.

your hands didn’t know what to do, he was sucking the air right out of you. soft cries of pleasure tumbling out of your mouth as he worked you open.

“taste ev’n better than i imagined, sweetheart.”

your fingers moved to palm at you breast, your nipples pebbled and aching at all the pleasure he was giving you.

your body tensed beneath him as one of his thick, meaty fingers circled your entrance, gently dipping in the tip before pulling out, “relax f’r me, baby. gotta get ya’ ready f’r my cock.”

you nodded absentmindedly, only being able to focus on his mouth still tonguing at your clit and his finger dipping inside of you.

it was all too much yet not enough.

your face burned at the ease in which his finger entered you, a soft slick sound as he pumped into you steadily. he hummed softly, pulling away from your clit to watch as his finger disappeared inside of you, “ya’ always get this wet, doll?”

he didn’t give you time to respond, because soon after he was sinking a second finger into you. your breath getting caught in your throat at the stretch. his fingers pumping and curling, in and out—while he used his thumb to press against your clit.

his body slowly began to move upwards, pressing kisses as he went. from your thighs, to your stomach, up your breast—to which he gave special attention to. sucking your nipple into his mouth, fingers pumping into you rhythmically. then up your neck, finally to your mouth.

it was messy, one of his hands tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, neck straining as his mouth crashed into yours.

he was trying to devour you, tongue pushing into your mouth, teeth scraping against your lip and swallowing down every little noise of pleasure that left your mouth.

your pussy pulsed around his fingers, heating coiling low in your belly as his kiss pushed you over. he swallowed down your warbled moan of his name as he pumped into you over and over again.

your body grew pliant beneath his, limbs loosened and mind foggy as he nipped at your throat. “doin’ okay?”

you nodded lazily, fingers moving down to trail over his bare chest. your hand dipped down to the elastic of his sweat pants and he grunted, catching your wrist and cradling it to his chest. “use your words, doll.”

you whined softly, and a soft noise of amusement left simon’s mouth, “i’m more than okay. feel great.”

he huffed a laugh and brought your hand up so he could kiss your wrist, “ya’ don’t know how bad i’ve been wanting you like this.”

your hips tilted up, his cock pressing against your belly as your lips quirked up softly, “i have a guess.”

simon grunted lowly, pressing his hips down against you, nose trailing up your throat as he mumbled, “this what you wanted, hm?”

he hips rocked forward, rubbing right against your sensitive clit as you parted your legs further for him, “j’st needed someone to wife ya’ up, huh?”

your pussy pulsed at his words, fingers clawing into his back, desperately trying to get him closer to you. “such a sweet little thing, m’surprised ya’ weren’t already snatched up ‘nd filled.”

a noise of protest left your mouth as his hips lifted from yours, it was only for a second, just enough time for simon to pull his sweats down for his cock to slip out.

a heavy hand pulled one of your legs up, pressing your knee to your chest and your eyes nearly rolled back as simon spit onto your cunt. his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he pushed between your folds.

he used your slick and his spit to coat his cock, thrusting the tip against your clit before dragging his length back down to your entrance.

you couldn’t breathe, not as you felt the weight of his cock on you. even less as the head dipped into your warm pussy for the first time, “but don’t ya’ worry, sweetheart. g’nna fill ya’ up s’good.”

he grunted out a low ‘fuck’ as his cock finally pushed into you. your pussy was warm and snug, swallowing him down eagerly as you mewled beneath him.

it burned, he was big—you really shouldn’t have been so surprised that it felt like he was splitting you open. “relax, baby. doin’ so good.”

two of his fingers dipped between the both of you so he could tease at your puffy clit as he delivered short thrust into you. every inch that slid into you went in easier.

an almost feral smile gracing simon’s lips when he sunk into you completely. his pelvis pressed into yours, balls snuggly resting against your ass.

“fuck, takin’ it so well, sweet girl.”

you were a mess before he even began plowing into you. thick cock spearing you open again and again. his hands greedily cupping your breast, your hips—sometimes even pressing into your belly to make you feel even fuller.

desperate little noises left your mouth as he fucked into you deep and desperate. barely pulling his cock out before he’s sinking into you again—as if he can’t stand not being inside you.

grunts left simon’s mouth, rough little noises that had your pussy pulsing around his length. “ya’ g’nna let me cum inside ya’, baby? g’nna take it like a good girl?”

your nails dug into his back as he finally lowered your leg down, spreading your thighs apart to thrust deeper, his tip desperately knocking against the soft spot inside you that made you go dizzy. “yes—please!”

a thick hand wrapped around your throat, your eyes snapped open to look up at him and the look in simon’s eyes had your cunt tightening around him, “yeah, baby? should i turn my missus into a momma?”

a desperate noise left your mouth at his words, the coil that had tightened in your belly snapped as your body shook with your orgasm.

simon delivered a few shallow thrust into you before he was groaning roughly, warmth spread throughout your body as his cum filled your messy cunt.

simon pressed into you, his body weighing yours down but you felt too good to care. his nose trailing down your throat as his rough fingers massaged your aching muscles. soft praises and gentle touches were the last thing you had expected from your lieutenant, but he was as devoted to you as he was to the field.

“such a good little wife.”

[bunny-jpeg]

retired!price liked that you had daddy issues. aw, did someone not have a functioning relationship with their father as a child and now has to find that relationship in older men? aw, poor doll. price was more than okay with being called 'daddy' as long as you called him 'captain' too, especially when you were on your knees. while you got off to having an older man praise you, he got off to a pretty little thing calling him captain. you even went as far as to worship his strong physic, how easily he could bend, flip, turn and press into you.

didn't help that your pussy became a fixation for him.

he was close to fifty, his hip had a habit of locking from time to time. he had been hearing about it for years that it was time to have a family. even simon had managed to make a family, price was still hung up on young tail that he could bully his fat cock into. while most younger women were flavours of the week with no string attached. price made sure to attach every metaphorical string onto you. he had a copy of your apartment key. he added a profile for you on his streaming services. he knew on wednesdays you enjoyed pasta, but hated cooking on the weekend. he knew everything about his precious baby girl. you folded into his praise and always were eager to please. and that was what price loved about you. so imagine his shock (anger) when you told him that you thought you'd have to end your arrangement because you met a guy at your university. and when he asked why, you simply said, "i have to grow up at some point.", and that hit price in the head like an ice pick. if you wanted to grow up so badly, baby girl. there were other ways to do it.

the broken condom held weight in price's pocket while you had few drinks during your last 'date' together, he waited till you got all soft because of the wine. till you were on his side of the booth with your leg over his lap and your face pressed against his bicep. you ran your hand across his chest and giggled, "you're taking this whole break up thing so well." and he petted your head, watching you fold into him further, "like you said, you need to grow up." but you both had different definitions of 'growing up'. for you it meant getting over you daddy issues, but to him it was making him a daddy, for real. you giggled further while he gave you another glass of wine. when you tried to say no, he simply pushed it closer to you, "don't want to waste the bottle." and so easily you were in price's grip.

price took you three times that night. first was in the backseat of his expensive car. he pressed you into a corner, claimed that he needed more space for his larger body. your hazy vision was transfixed on the glimmer of his gold chain against his hairy chest in the low light. your poor body bent in such ways while he pace was relentless. he admired your unsteady gaze and your heavy breathing. he continued to move against you with such a pace that the whole car rocked. but don't worry, the parking lot was dead at that hour. you could scream your head off and no one would hear either of you. he did however put a tear in your panties. right in the crotch area. he sighed and said that he'd need to buy you something a little. while he loved the cheap pairs you owned, he thought his woman deserved something a little nicer. the future mrs. price needed to look next to perfection.

then he fingered you heavily in his bed and watched you squirm. he had to make sure every drop got deep enough before he bullied your sweet pussy once more. he loved the sight of you, still so fucked out from prior. you were in a daze in the car ride home. your breathing was heavy when he pushed the skirt of your dress up a little and teased your cunt while he drove. only to go further once you were naked on his bed. he watched your ass jiggle with each of his power thrusts while he took you from behind. he felt like a mad man while he fucked you. he was determined. he only got to where he was in his career because of grit and determination. he wouldn't back down to a challenge, especially when the stakes were so high. your pussy need to be bred, you needed to be with price. he never wanted to hear anything about another man ever again. price would hate to take drastic measures if another man tried to get in his way. if you needed a collar or a tattoo, the taste of his cum constantly your lips or leaked into your panties, price would do it all to ensure that you were his. the most effective way to ensure that was what kept him going through two rounds of sex without any pains. to get you pregnant. you had already forgotten about the broken condom, it still was in price's pocket! no use using it now, even bother giving the illusion that he wasn't breeding you.

the third time was when you tried to leave the next morning, he had you upside down on the bed. your bottom half on the mattress while all the blood rushed to your head as you tried not to fall on your head. price put bruises on top of bruises. your poor cunt was creamy with promises of the future. a future with him. the blood rush made you cum twice on his cock, adding fresh slick to his coated cock. you thought that older men were supposed to slow down with age. but it felt like price was even quicker than before. his pace brutal, almost like punishment for trying to leave him. but price didn't get to be captain because he followed one plan. he was going to ease you into married life, slowly make you the perfect woman for him. he was traditional that way. church wedding, the white dress, the vows. that would all happen, but might take a little longer. he wasn't too sure that a baby bump would fit nicely in a wedding dress. the thought of you pregnant, trapped to him made him eagerly finish in you two times. and when he got you back up onto the bed, you were fucked out. when you managed to collect your clothes and stagger out of his flat by mid-afternoon, you thought you made it in time to the pharmacy to get emergency plan b.

you prayed, and you never prayed. you promised three versions of 'god' that you'd convert to their religion if the pill worked. but three deities failed you and a month later price was in your apartment with his hands on the plastic pregnancy test. he scratched his beard and looked at you. he tried so hard to put on his best acting face. "that's a real shame, baby girl." he said in that rough voice of his that got you in trouble in the first place. he leaned back a little in your kitchen chair and placed the test back down on the table, "always wanted to be a father." he frowned a little bit, "never got the chance too. they said when i retired that the chances were low of me havin' a baby..." he looked at you. you should've known he was lying. his swimmers obviously weren't shot by how easily you got pregnant. you felt bad, almost like you were burdening him with getting pregnant. that it was your fault. you rung your hands and admitted softly, "we can try... we can make a family." and price smiled, "oh, doll." then got up to embrace you. you sniffled and cried a little in his strong chest. he held you in his strong arms. he was your protector even though his cock was straining in his jeans at the knowledge that he fundamentally changed you.

your body, your life, everything. when he released you from the hug, he got down on his knees. made a point to make a small 'huff' noise from being down on his 'bad' knee before he pushed up your t-shirt and pressed a kiss against your stomach. he said to you, "don't worry, love. daddy'll take care of ya." then gave that smile that wrapped around you like a vice. <3

[muwapsturniolo]

Closer ❀ C. Sturniolo

“That’s it - fuck - wish we did this sooner”

⟢ Nsfw ahead!!! Smut, condoms/raw sex, breeding kink, THERE IS A P-LINK ATTACHED TO THE TITLE YOU NEED TO BE LOGGED INTO X (TWITTER) TO VIEW AND HAVE EXPLICIT CONTENT ON. I think that’s it

Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

The lewd slapping sounds and moans fill the air of Chris’s bedroom, the two of you participating in your usual ludicrous acts.

Your legs were wide open and pushed towards your chest, your hands gripping the sheets as Chris drills into you. Missionary - or some form of it. It was both of your favorite positions, the feeling of him reaching so deep, the way his pelvis bounced off the soft flesh of your thighs - it was so good.

However, something about this particular session didn’t feel as good.

You felt like there was distance between you and Chris, like this was just some form of meaningless sex. You knew it wasn’t meaningless, but you couldn’t help the overwhelming sensation in the pit of your stomach, almost like a panic, telling you otherwise.

It was irritating.

Chris felt the same way, he knew something was off, he just couldn’t figure out what. All he knew was that sex with his girlfriend shouldn’t feel like this.

Thinking that it’s the position, he urges you to turn around.

“Fuck fuck fuck - hold on baby, turn around.”

He aids you in quickly flipping you onto your hands and knees, pushing your head down so you’re arched perfectly. He slaps your ass a few times before using one hand to grip your waist, and the other to line his condom-clad cock up with your aching hole.

This was one of your many favorite positions, and yet when he slipped himself back inside, something was still off.

And this time, you knew what it was - the condom.

It was like you could feel everything and nothing all at once, you were being teased -edged if you will.

You two have never had problems like this before, Chris always making sure to buy the ultra-thin ones, sometimes even the ribbed ones so you feel more pleasure.

So why was it such a problem now?

It was frustrating for both of you. Chris so badly wanted to beg for you to let him take the condom off, but he knew you would say no. You had a fear of getting pregnant and you weren’t on birth control, he respected that, but god he so badly wanted to go raw.

Little did he know, you were fed up and giving into the idea.

You needed to feel him, all of him.

You needed to be closer.

“Shit- M’sorry baby I can’t-“ Chris pulls out of you, his sexual energy dwindling as he slips out of you, his cock half limp.

You whine in protest, turning your head and looking back at him.

There’s no way you were letting him quit, you were ovulating and the thought of him going into the bathroom so he could get off with his hand while you were left a horny mess, made you want to break down in tears.

There was no other option.

You simply reach back and pinch the tip of the condom, pulling it off with a plastic slap and throwing it to the floor.

Chris watches with furrowed brows, confused by your actions.

“What are you- Go raw.”

Your simple but demanding words knocks the air out of his lungs, his stomach erupting into butterflies. He couldn’t believe his ears.

You finally wanted him to go raw.

He doesn’t question it, in fact, he doesn’t say anything. He wraps a hand around his shaft, giving it a few good pumps before easing his way back inside.

He hisses at the new and overwhelming feeling, the way your walls clamp down around him and suck him in deeper, making him want to cream on the spot. He holds back, his grip on your hips tight.

There’s no way he’s going to cum that quick, he needs to savor this moment.

Meanwhile, you were in heaven, your eyes rolling deep into the back of your head.

You finally felt relief, so full, so - Close.

Chris wastes no time and begins plowing into you. You moan loudly, sounding straight out of homemade porno.

“That’s it - fuuckk- should have done this sooner,” he moans out, his cock only going deeper and deeper. The bed frame was slamming against the wall, the two of you looking like feral rabbits.

You knew he was close, the way his thrust started to get sloppy and his low groans turning into deep but loud moans - he was going to cum any second now, and you needed it inside you.

You wanted him to cum in you, fill you to the brim, claim you.

It was a dangerous game, especially with you ovulating, but you couldn’t help it, you needed to be bred, you needed to be close.

If you could climb into his skin you would.

“Shit baby- mmm god - gonna cum soon, gonna paint your pretty little ass.”

“I-in me.”

Chris knew you weren’t thinking straight, your mind fuzzy, the only thought behind your eyes being about his dick and the pleasure he’s giving you. However, hearing you beg, repeating a mantra of “please” over and over again, was enough for him to give you exactly what you want.

With a few more pumps and a few swipes over your clit, both of you reached your highs.

Your whole body shakes in pleasure as he stalls deep inside of you, reaching all the way to the hilt and spitting hot beads of cum against your cervix. Meanwhile, your essence was sitting at the base of his dick - You were always a creamer.

Chris pulls out of you slowly with a wet pop, watching his seed leak out of you with hungry eyes.

It was beautiful, this moment would forever be engraved into his brain. In fact, he was getting hard again just watching.

“Come on mama, need to fuck you raw and missionary”

He gives you no time to relax, flipping you right back onto your back and pushing your legs to your chest.

“Never using condoms again, I’ll buy all the plan b’s I need.”

[incognit0slut]

Permanent attachment

in which you’re far too comfortable to move from Spencer’s lap, and he doesn’t mind carrying you around

content: fluff, 1.7k, established relationship, lots of kissing, sex talk, kinda fade-to-black smut, reader being very clingy, and spencer’s tummy (my fav) a/n: i once told @mandarinmoons that i wanted to climb the man and not even in a sexual way and she said “like a koala?” and to that i answered YES! self-indulgent fics are the best

Spencer smells nice. Like, annoyingly nice. And it’s not the kind of nice that’s vaguely pleasant. No, this is the kind that settles into your bones. A mix of soap and something uniquely him that you can't quite name but would probably pay an unreasonable amount to bottle up.

Now that sounds like a dream. Imagine Spencer in a bottle, spritzed onto your neck, lingering on your skin. Imagine a personal cloud of him following you everywhere, with top notes of freshly brewed coffee and a base note of comfort that leaves you no choice but to lean in just a bit closer. You shift on his lap, pretending to get comfortable, but really, it's because you want to catch another whiff.

Your boyfriend catches you mid-inhale. "Comfortable?"

You don’t even bother pretending to be embarrassed. Who cares if he knows you’re borderline obsessed? Who wouldn’t be? He’s smart, handsome, and smells like heaven bottled in human form. So instead of pulling away, you double down, pressing your nose right into the curve of his neck as your answer.

"I'm starting to think you might be a little attached.”

You sigh against his skin, “Might be? Spencer, I'm practically grafted onto you at this point. You better get used to it."

A hand runs up your spine. “Not that I’m complaining, but my legs might actually fall asleep if I don’t get up soon.”

“So dramatic,” you tease, smiling as you press a soft kiss to his jaw. The subtle scrape of his stubble tickles your lips.

“I don’t think you’ve moved an inch in the past hour.”

“I don’t even want to move an inch,” you murmur against his cheek. "I just want to stay like this. Forever. If I could just crawl under your skin and stay there, that would be perfect.”

Spencer laughs softly, the sound rumbling under your lips. You feel the warmth of his smile as he tilts his head toward you. “That sounds sweet yet incredibly creepy.”

“You know what I mean!” You slide your arms around him, weaving them across his shoulders. “I just… I want to—ugh, I don't know… squeeze you so tight you’d become part of me? Like an extension of my arm or something."

“That definitely sounds less creepy.”

“Shut up.” Your lips trace the rough scratch of his jaw, brushing along the curve until you reach the corner of his mouth. "Don’t you want someone permanently glued to you?"

“You’re definitely making a case for it.”

“Oh I’d climb you if I had to.”

His hand slides up to cup the back of your neck. “Is this where I find out you’re secretly a koala this whole time?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum against his lips, “and you’re my tall, handsome tree.”

His laughter vibrates against your mouth, and you let yourself melt into him, breathing in that comforting scent you’ve grown addicted to. You love him so much. You love him too much that your heart feels like it’s stretching to make room for all of it.

When he finally pulls back, you can’t resist reaching up to smooth your thumb over his bottom lip. “See? Permanent attachment.”

His own thumb caresses the back of your neck in lazy strokes. You're practically dissolving into him.

"I don’t have much of a choice, do I?" The tip of your nose brushes against his as you shake your head. He steals another quick peck from your lips. "I really do need to get up though.”

You pout immediately. “Why?“

“Because my throat is actually starting to feel a little dry. I could use some water.”

“Water is overrated. Stay.”

“Honey,” he croons softly, his eyes squinting with that familiar crinkle at the corners. He thinks you’re cute when you’re clingy. “The kitchen is only ten feet away.”

“Ten feet too far. Do you know the kind of emotional damage I’ll suffer if we’re apart for too long?”

“So dramatic,” he mocks back, planting a kiss on your jaw, your cheek, and you giggle when his mouth lands on the skin between your ear and your neck. “All I’m asking for is ten feet. I promise I’ll be quick.”

“I might wither away from loneliness by the time you get back.”

You feel the ghost of his smile against your skin. “I’ll be back before you even have a chance to miss me.”

“I miss you already,” you sigh when he gently nips at the soft flesh of your neck. “Maybe you should just take me with you.”

You’re mostly bluffing, half-expecting him to laugh it off because Spencer has never actually carried you before. Not that you’ve ever minded—it’s not exactly the first thing you’d expect from him. But before you can even process it, he shifts beneath you, sliding one arm under your knee and the other around your back with surprising confidence.

And just like that, the floor seems miles away as he lifts you up.

“Wait! Wait!” you laugh, clutching at his shoulders. "Spencer!"

“I thought you wanted to come along."

“I didn’t think you’d actually carry me!”

You’re met with his steady grip, and to your surprise, he’s not struggling in the slightest. Apparently, those arms are stronger than you’d given him credit for, and it’s… well, very, very attractive. He strides confidently across the apartment, and you can’t help but let out an impressed, slightly flustered, “Okay, this is actually kind of hot.”

The corners of his lips twitch upward, but he doesn’t say anything.

“I did not know you were strong enough to do this,” you comment, then a thought sneaks into your mind, “Do you think we can try this position in the bedroom?”

He looks surprised and mildly amused. “Really? While standing?”

You loop your arms tighter around his neck. “You seem perfectly capable.”

“Wouldn’t I be doing all the work?”

“I thought you liked doing all the work.”

His chest presses against yours as he lets out another laugh. “If by that you mean spoil you, then yes, I do,” he says, casting a quick glance around the room. “Can I sit you on the counter, or are you planning to keep hanging on to me?”

“Tempting, but you can put me on the counter.”

With a gentle ease, he lifts you just slightly higher and sets you down on the cool countertop. “I can still carry you around if that’s what you want.”

“I know,” you reply, reaching up to brush a stray lock of curls from his face. “I don’t want to tire you out.”

“You’re not tiring me out,” he assures you as he reaches up to grab a glass from the top shelf, arm stretching just enough to give you a teasing glimpse of his soft stomach.

You can’t help yourself. You reach over and splay your hands over that warm skin, feeling the faint tickle of the fine hair scattered down his belly that disappears into his waistband. He doesn’t flinch—he’s long used to your hands finding their way to him like this—but he does cast a sidelong look in your direction. Behave.

If he’s expecting you to follow some sense of decorum, he should know better by now. You give his stomach a gentle, almost smug pat, and shakes his head as he moves to pour himself water.

“What do you want to do after this?” he asks, glancing back at you over his shoulder. You don’t give him an immediate answer, but he’s already suggesting a few ideas for the rest of the evening.

You can’t even pretend to pay attention. Is it normal to be this obsessed with your boyfriend? Because at this point, your focus isn’t even on the words coming out of his mouth. Something about a documentary, maybe. He’s probably rattling off the details right now, but you’re entirely distracted, your eyes shamelessly zooming in on the way his forearm flexes as he holds the glass. Even the soft hair dusting over his skin is doing things to you.

He catches your blatant stare and looks at you over the rim of his glass.

“What?”

“You are so sexy.”

He almost chokes on his water. The glass clatters against the countertop as he sputters, “What has gotten into you today?”

Probably ovulation. But you simply shrug, legs swinging idly against the cabinets beneath you. “I just love you.”

The answer is simple. Words spoken with all the casual sincerity you feel, but it’s enough to melt his astonishment into affection as he strides over and slips between your thighs.

“You just love me?”

“Yeah,” you reply softly, reaching up to brush over the delicious roughness of his stubble. “Like a ridiculous amount. Probably too much.”

His heart is swelling, so full it feels like it’s about to burst. “I love you too.”

“That’s it?”

You watch as his nose twitches, the smallest hint of a smile playing at his lips before he sighs, “I love you so much, angel."

"I think you can do better than that."

He huffs a chuckle, "I love you too much," he tries again, "more than I even know what to do with."

You smile in satisfaction, a little triumphant over his exaggeration. You’ve taught him well. “Say it again.”

The wide expanse of his palms settles on your waist.

“I am madly,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, “deeply,” another finds its way to your jaw, “hopelessly,” he murmurs as he grows even closer to your lips, “in love,” he’s a breath away from yours, “with you.”

The space between you shrinks to nothing. You swallow his last words, letting them dissolve on your tongue like the sweetest confection. What begins as a delicate melding of warmth and breath quickly intensifies, as though he’s determined to steal every bit of air from your lungs. And before you know it, his hands are sliding under you.

A surprised squeal escapes your lips as he lifts your weight, and an even louder gasp follows when he carries you toward the bedroom.

You know exactly what he plans to do for the rest of the evening.

[urfavfakeblonde]

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what happens when the reader in forced to drink a blue liquid that makes her so sexually frustrated...that she might need a little help from the man she is head over heels for?

warnings: violence, blood, torture, oral (fem!rec), unprotected sex, choking, hickies??? idk how to write warnings haha

"No!" I cry at the Hydra guard who is attempting to pour a light blue liquid down my throat. His eyes darken, squinting closed in annoyance. Tears continue to flow down my face following the beating I just took for breaking in with Bucky, whose currently constrained to a metal chair. The rope around my wrists cut into my skin, blood dribbling down onto the floor. My feet fight the same battle, ropes constraining them to the legs of a wooden chair in the center of the room. A guard behind me comes to force my mouth open while my body strains against the confinement. My choked out groans get swallowed as the liquid starts to pour down my throat, an uneasy smile on the face of the Hydra guard with the vile. Bucky groans to the side of me, metal arm clanking violently against his restrictions.

As the liquid stops pouring, he closes my mouth and holds my nose. I groan in frustration at the lack of oxygen, taking a deep breath as he finally lets go. Regaining my breath, I glace up and spit at him. "Fuck you! I swear to god, when I get out of these-" my sentence cut short at the use of a gag, muffled cries all to be heard from beneath the cloth. My tears soak the sides of it, body trembling at the burning in my throat. As he starts to say something, the door to the room bursts open, a gasp coming from the guard behind me. Hydra guns quickly point at the door, but soon out of use as Redwing shoots the guards. I sigh in relief and glance at Bucky who by now was able to get out of the flimsy restraints. He takes out his gag with a groan, walking over to me to take mine out too. "You okay?" He asks softly, examining my bruising cheek. I stare up at him, and regrettably getting wetter. I quickly look down, eyes fluttering shut.

Sam enters, rushing over while Redwing attaches to his suit. "What the hell happened to her? She's shaking," he states, watching as Bucky grabs a hidden knife to cut the rope. "Gave her some kind of liquid, didn't get the chance to tell us what it was," he says with a glare. He helps me up as Sam throws his hands up in defeat. "So it's my fault now?" He says, starting up the usual fight. Suddenly John Walker and his lousy teammate, "Battlestar," step into the doorway, attempting to look heroic. "Look who finally showed up," Bucky said sarcastically, glancing at Sam who had the same look. John huffs and steps aside to let Bucky help carry me out. Sam joins him and grabs my other arm, exchanging worried glances as I let out a weak groan. "Is she, uh...okay?" John asks, trailing behind. The two boys roll their eyes, ignoring him as the hallway takes a turn. Bucky finally answers as the exit door pushes open, my body trembling and weak. "Does she look okay, John?" He asks with just a little extra annoyance, trying to get the message across.

Finally, we made it to the aircraft, the men watching me closely as my body trembled on the floor. Suddenly, my eyes snapped open, my body lifting up quickly. The reaction caused Bucky and Sam to stand up too, lifting their arms in front of them to try and calm me down. "Woah, woah, woah, Y/n! You're okay, it's okay," Sam said, glancing into my nervous eyes. My bottom lip trembled, eyes searching frantically for an escape. My breathing came in rapid paces, hand clutching my heart forcibly. "No, no, no, no," I mumbled, tears slipping down my cheeks at an equally rapid rate. I could feel myself getting needy, and it was too much to handle. Bucky tried moving closer, but my body flinched backwards into John. I gasped and backed away into the corner, mumbling incoherent sentences as my body crouched down onto the floor. "What the hell did they give her?" John asks, searching Bucky's eyes for an answer. Unsurprisingly, he was only met with a piercing stare.

While the boys exchanged confused looks, my vision and mind were tumbling, thoughts, colors, sounds--it was all amplified. "Shut up! Shut up, shut up please," I cried, sobbing into my hands. It was like all my dirty thoughts were playing in my head at once, undeniably making me flustered and overwhelmed. The man that starred that role stood concerned before me, metal arm resting on my shoulder. I look up at him with teary eyes, embarrassment flushing my face. "What's wrong, what do you feel?" He asks softly so as to not scare me. I didn't know how to answer. I couldn't answer. Not only because it would mean that I would have to reveal all the dirty thoughts I'd ever thought about him, but the whole group of men would hear too. I would never live that down. "Everything," I whisper as a response. "I feel everything." Bucky nods, although I'm sure he thinks I've gone crazy. The airplane prepares to land, so he helps me get into a seat. Suddenly, I drift off into a deep sleep, my body turning into a ragdoll as Bucky clips me in.

When I wake up, I'm in a bedroom. I look around frantically, searching for something to look familiar, but nothing does. Well, until Bucky walks in. He's slightly taken aback at my shaking body and desperate eyes. "Where am I?" I whisper, getting out of bed. He walks over slowly and sets his phone down on the nightstand. "S.H.E.I.L.D.," he says softly. "The medics already checked you out." I nod, and walk to the bathroom. Splashing some cold water on my face, I stare into my reflection. "What's wrong with me?" I whisper, tears starting to form. I wanted to look back at him, but if I did my panties would continue to grow increasingly wet, so I stared down at the sink. He sighs, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "They don't know, sweetheart." The comment, the pet name rather, was so innocent but god if that didn't help my desperate situation. I bite my lip, closing my eyes. No, you can't tell him what you need, that's fucking insane. What if he says no? God, it'd be worse to never have him around again. "Doll?" He asks from the other room. I bite my lip even harder, enough to draw blood. I step back at the burst of pain, touching my lip with my fingers. "Fuck," I mutter, turning the water back on to wash the blood off.

Suddenly, a hand comes up to wipe the blood off my lips with a towel, blue eyes piercing into mine. "Don't look at me like that," I practically whimper out, body becoming weak in his gentle touch. "Like what?" He asks, clearly confused, yet amused at the same time. Of course he doesn't know what he's doing to me. His hand cupping my cheek is enough for my body to betray me and become weak in his touch. When my body begins to shake in his hold, he moves his vibranium arm down to hold my waist to better wipe the blood off my lips. I had to close my eyes to stop them from rolling backwards, the intimacy of the situation all too much to bear. "Open your eyes," he says with enough authority that they fluttered back open. I whine when his grip tightens on my waist, body begging to lean up and kiss him. "James," I whisper out, hand trembling to grab his wrist. He stops his movement at the name, finally taking the opportunity to meet my eyes. His tongue pokes out to wet his bottom lip, a small smirk hanging on to the corner of his mouth. "Hmm?" he hums so lowly, I can almost feel it against my chest. I let out a whine, resting my forehead against his chest. He moves to gently rub my back, kissing the top of my head. My panties are absolutely soaked by now, and the fact that it hasn't yet seeped through my tactical gear is unbelievable.

"What's wrong, what do you need sweetheart?" He asks again with the nickname. I blink and look up at him, hands slowly moving up to cup his cheeks. I stare into his eyes for what feels like minutes, the silence torturous yet comforting. "I need you," I whimper, just barely above a whisper. His eyebrows raise at the confession, his hands moving to rest on my waist. This action alone causing my core to tense, his lips being so close to mine was absolute torture. "Yeah?" He asks with a smile, grip tightening on my hips. I nod quickly, a tear escaping down my cheek. "To help me, that's a-all." I hiccup, tears falling at a much more rapid pace. "Please, please James, it hurts," I sob, trembling in his strong hold. He pauses for a moment, considering the consequences. But fuck, if you didn't look so innocent and needy right now, he might have thought about it longer. Although, it would be cruel to leave you here in a state such as this, so it was only right for him to help...? Fuck it.

In a swift move, he picks me up in such a way that my legs went to tangle around his torso. He walks us over to the bed, setting me down gently as he kisses the side of my jaw. I let out a desperate moan, body arching up into his. My hands wrap around his neck loosely, lips finally meeting each other after teasing long enough. The kiss was rough, sloppy, fast. A poor attempt to relive the burning sensation in my core really. Soon enough, my shirt is lifted up over my head, tossed onto the wooden floor. Bucky licks his lips as he watches me desperately try to take off my bra before moving my hands to do it himself. "Hey," he says authorially. My bottom lip trembles as a tear escapes down my cheek. "Let me, take care of you," he says softly, kissing my temple. I nod slowly, moaning softly as he litters my collarbone in kisses. I feel him tugging off my shoes off, discarding them on the floor. Impatiently, my hands move down to try and undo my pants, but his hands stop mine once again as he gives me that look. "Sorry," I whine, closing my eyes. He chuckles, slipping the pants off and onto the pile growing on the floor. "Just breathe, dollface," he says, hands finding their way to my hips. After a moment of silence, he gently moves my body down to hook my legs over his broad shoulders. My teeth catch my bottom lip as his hand reaches down to playfully rub over my panties. I let out a whine at the sensitivity of my clit, core begging for a release. "James, please," I whisper, hands tangling in his short hair.

He glances up at my desperate face, a smirk finding itself on his lips. He kisses my clit through my soaked panties, a desperate whine falling from my lips in response. Quickly slipping them down and off my legs, his mouth attaches to my clit in the blink of a second. "mmmh, fuck!" I cry, letting my head rest against the soft comforter. His tongue swirls around my clit before licking down to my core. And holy fucking shit, if this isn't the best feeling in the whole world, what even is? It didn't take long for my body to react to his skillful mouth--stomach knotting embarrassingly quickly. "God, James that feels so good," I moan, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. I feel the knot start to untie--a loud cry leaving my lips with the whine of his name. He tongue fucks me through it, a smile forming on his beautiful lips as my body shakes in his hold. As he kisses up my burning body, my hands move to wrap around his neck, lips connecting with his as he unclasps his belt. Kissing my jaw, I taste the slight tinge of me from his delicious kiss. It wasn't long until I felt his hard-on against my heat, a needy gasp falling from my plump lips.

"Please," I beg, looking into his steal-blue eyes. He replies with a hum, slipping inside easily. I had dreamt of this moment once or twice. (not every night...right?) As he bottoms out, my back arches up into his chest, whiney pleas mixing with the sound of the wet sounds we were making. He returns to kissing and sucking hickeys on my neck and collarbone, metal hand traveling up to wrap softly around my neck. It was then that my eyes rolled to the back of my head, the added pressure surely sending me to heaven. Continuing to thrust deep into me, hitting spots that my fingers couldn't even reach. "Fuck!" I cry, the knot in my stomach reappearing. He whispers praises in my ears--although my hearing started to turn into ringing from the intense pleasure. Soon, my body starts shaking again as the knot comes undone yet again. I feel him start to pull out--but I use the last of my energy to pull him closer, whispering "in me, please," in his ear. He lets out a deep groan, mumbling something about how I was "gonna ruin" him.

"Only if you let me do this again, without the serum," he whispers, causing my eyes to flutter shut.

"Who says the serum didn't wear off the first round?"

[stalkedandblocked]

camgirl!reader x sevika

tw. reader and sevika are live, regular au (?? i have no idea how to word it 😭) masturbation (reader), strap on, fingering, cunnilingus (giving and receiving), sevika puts you in a headlock, squirting, overstim, sucking the strap

while in college you get a little bored of your mundane life, and with some free time during the night and also in need of some more money you start an only fans account. after growing quite a following you decide to do a raffle to stream with one of your fans to make things more interesting.

a/n: this took so long holy moly. i hope y’all liked this because this is one of my first times writing a full fic <3 like and reblog if ur a real sevika truther :D

with your tripod and camera on your bed infront of you, you moan, “mmmf… im so close,” you arch your back off the bed as you press the vibrator harder onto your clit. you spread your legs wider, giving a show to the camera. “fuck- oh my god,” your hips start bucking and you throw your head back, you moan and cry as your orgasm hits you, the painful feeling of overstimulation comes quickly but you keep the vibrator on your pussy and your whole body trembles through your orgasm. panting like a dog, you finally turn off the vibrator and place it to the side.

you lift your shaky body and sit on your knees in front of the camera, putting your hands in your lap to squeeze your breast together. you start to announce the little idea you had. messages are spammed in the chat, asking for you to chose them, that they’ll even send money for you to choose them, and asking about what you mean by this. you only giggle and say, “it’s just a thought you pervs, i thought it might be fun to chose one of you randomly and see if you’d be interested in streaming with me.”

the chat dies down on the questions and you say a few more words to say goodbye, before ending the stream by blowing them a kiss.

after hopping in the shower and getting yourself clean, you change into some comfy pajamas before making a post on your page.

‘hi to all my fans! i’m so glad you guys were interested in my proposal, if your in the area dm me for a chance to stream with me ;), i can’t wait!’ after pressing send you turn your phone off and head to bed, hoping that hopefully this won’t be a mistake, and that whoever you chose isn’t entirely horrendous looking.

the next day you check your phone, a couple hundred dm’s are in your inbox. most being people from far away asking if they can fly out but you stick to your word, you find one from an account who sent their address. “let’s see what this person has to offer” you think to yourself. you text back and forth before ultimately asking for a photo of them holding some id next to them so you know they’re not lying about their identity.

a while passed before the account responds, there was no indication about who this person might be so your surprised to see a woman, another notifications sends and it’s a photo of her id attached. you look closer at it, her names sevika, she’s quite a bit older than you, but that didn’t bother you. you ponder for a bit, you’ve never had sex with a woman, but was not opposed to the idea. but yes, even thought the photo of herself is a bit awkward, even reminding you of a parents facebook photo which makes you laugh to yourself a bit, she is very attractive. and from what you can see she seems quite muscular.

“alright”, and you send her an address of a restaurant near both of your homes and tell her to meet you there tomorrow and 4pm.

the next day, you put on a simple going out outfit, nothing to make it obvious your meeting a stranger to fuck her, then head out the door. as you walk to the restaurant you feel butterflies, obviously you had only even been with men, but she was, well, very sexy you thought. the idea excited you but also made you nervous.

as you sat at a table and tell the waitress your waiting for somone, another walks into the restaurant. you miss her face but her hair is tied half up and it’s short, a few inches above her shoulder. she’s also is very tall. you gulp, from what you remember that looks like her. she scans the restaurant before you make eye contact. she walks over to you and sits across from you.

“you must be sevika,” you smile, feeling more nervous than you expected to be. when she responds her voice is deep and smooth, her words are almost seductive. compared to your messages and how she talks to you she seems much more ready and nonchalant about this whole situation in real life. everything about her attracts you, “so did you have any ideas of when you’d like to.. ahem” you try to keep your voice down so no one hears and gets any ideas, “..stream”.

sevika is lazily leaning back in her char, legs nudged open a bit. she leans over the table, resting her arms on it, “i’m ready whenever you are.” you have no idea if she meant to make you flustered, or tried to make it sound sexy but her words melt you brain almost. you stand quickly and grab her arm, “let’s do it today, let’s do it now!” you squeal out before your dragging her out of the restaurant.

sevika had driven so she directs you to her car, you drive to your house and you walk up the stair together after she grabs a bag out of the back of her car. your whole body is warm and fuzzy with excitement. “i usually wear some lingerie when i start, as you probably know. would you like some or do you want to start naked?” you ask, grabbing a matching to set to change into.

“naked.” she responds, she watches as you walk to the bathroom to change. you throw a robe out of the bathroom so she can cover herself before you start. you come out in your set, wearing a robe as well. she sits on your bed watching, “let me set up the camera and then we can begin. did you have anything in mind on what we want to do, what we want to follow?”

“i have ideas for later, but let’s not worry about that now.”

you begin the stream, sevika sits naked on your bed, and you take the robe off infront of the camera. sevika places a hand on your hip guiding you to her lap before you crawl over her. each touch feels like sparks, your already soaked and anticipating what’s gonna happen. you grab eachother and start kissing, her tongue runs over your lip and your lips crash against each other. you sit down on her lap and slowly move your hips over her muscular thighs, you moan into her mouth. “that’s a good girl,” she praises, before continuing to kiss you.

she grabs your hips roughly, helping them move back and forth, you arch and moan for her. your chat is going crazy, some even shocked that it’s another woman. she stops your grinding and lifts your hips up a bit before dragging her thick finger up and down your slit. both of you seem like you forgot that your streaming and just enjoy each others bodies. she rubs your clit in circles, making your toes curl. she takes you from on top of her and flips you to face the camera, spreading your legs, the exposing position making you even wetter. she slides your panties to the side so the camera can see your wet cunny, she starts rubbing circles on your clit makes you throw your head back.

she chuckles at you, “don’t make me hold you head up. already so sensitive, huh?” her mocking words make you moan once more, she begins teasing your hole before nudging her index and middle finger into you. her fingers are so thick and long, your already seeing stars, “fuck! yes! right there sevika, oh my god-” you scream out as she adds her ring finger inside. your juices leak all over her lap and hand. your head leans against her and you mewl into her ear, begging to cum. as you finally start to reach your orgasm she pulls out her fingers and slaps your pussy.

“fuck!” you cry out as your body reacts to your ruined orgasm, sevika chuckles. you breathe heavily as sevika manhandles your basically limp body, laying it on the bed, she starts pulling down your panties and the slick dripping between your legs is more visible than ever. you arch your back slightly off the bed and she unclips your bra, she stops what she’s doing and stares at them. you giggle and can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or because of her expression, like she’s almost captivated. your breasts fall from the bra and lay prettily on display, which sevika quickly takes advantage of and begins to suck at on of your nipples and knead the other. you let at small moans while kisses litter your tits.

she lifts her head up and smirks “are you ready?” she asks, with having no idea what she’s talking about, you eagerly nod. she begins moving her body over yours and places her bare pussy on your face, letting down all her weight, then spreading your legs and burrying her face in your own cunt. your almost shocked by this, she starts teasing the tip of her tongue on your clit, before diving it into your hole, tongue fucking you and hitting all the good spots in your pussy. you moan against her cunt and try to copy her actions. you suck her clit and lap your tongue up and down her pussy, you squeeze around her tongue in response to her moaning. it’s low and vibrates through your whole body. it’s not long before you cum because of the previous teasing she had done earlier. you squeeze your legs around her head and buck up, trying to keep up the pace with how your lapping her pussy, but inevitably struggle from how your body is shaking against her face.

sevika places one last sloppy kiss to your clit then raises herself, and grinds against your face until she orgasms, gripping onto your hair. the moans she lets out makes your pussy ache.

while coming down form your high you lay next to each other panting, forgetting about the stream itself. “you okay, baby?” sevika asks, places kisses on your neck. “mhm,” you mumble, relaxing into the bed as she kisses you. “well, i think it’s time for what i had planned for earlier”, she gets up and disappears off camera. across the room she pulls something out of her bag that she had grabbed earlier. she begins to attach something to her hips, and before you know it she’s standing over you with a strap on.

it’s so thick and long, you gulp. not even with any men had you had to take something for big. “i know your wet enough but, i don’t think this is” sevika lets out a sly smile. her height already towers over you, so even standing and you sitting in the bed has you face to face with it. “suck it.” she orders and obediently you do. you place your hands around it, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes, and slowly thrust your mouth down onto it. she stares down at you and bites her lip. you bob your head up and down, slowly reaching down with each thrust, your throat adjusts around it and you gag against it and sevika laughs. she places one hand on your head to tug at your hair. once you finally reach down the base she holds your head down. the length makes your eyes tear up as you gag even more.

she pulls your hair back until your off of it and pushes you down to the bed. still grasping your hair she puts your face down into the pillows and keeps your ass up before crawling over you. she has your face infront of the camera and wraps her arm around you. her thick biceps flex as she grabs the strap to line it up at your cunt. she wastes no time pushing it in, when she bottoms out your eyes roll back and without even moving it feels almost heavenly. she starts thrusting slowly before they become almost rapid, her arm squeezes around your throat even more and you moan and gasp. “taking it like such a good little slut,” she purred. you let out a messy smile and your moans just couldn’t stop coming out. they way it felt against your g-spot and pounded into you made your toes curl.

“se-sevika!” you drooled, “i’m gonna cum, please! hah, keep going!” you screamed, sevika took no time and started pounding into you more, her free arm rubbing your clit, fast circles against the puffy aching bud. your body shook and your eyes rolled back into your head, sevika thought they might never go back. you cried out before you finally squirted all over yourself and the bed, the liquid covering your stomach, the sheets and sevikas hand. “holy shit” sevika gasped at the reaction to your orgasm. your whole body was stiff and shaking, your mouth tried to let out moans but nothing came out as your eyes rolled back as hard as they could. your body went limp onto the bed, sevika pulled out of you, a line of slick breaking as the contact broke. you whined at the sudden emptiness.

she grabs the camera and faces it towards you, she spreads your weak legs showing the amount of cum that had leaked from your hole and everything that had dripped onto the sheets and between your thighs. “took it like the good slut she is,” she grabbed a handful of your ass and let out a laugh before she abruptly ended the stream.

she threw the camera onto the bed carelessly, then asked, “so, want to meet again next week?”