#his underwear is red 🤭

[saatmans]

Sir. Token The Fourth, Would that be a hidden tattoo on your hip?

[c0eu4]

Charles speaking dirty in french🤭🤭🤭🤭

CL16 | Dirty boy ♡

Summary: Y/n keeps bothering her boyfriend until he gives in and shows her how to be a good girl.

Warning: dirty talk, smut, no protect sex, dom!Charles, sub!reader, mean!Charles, handcuffs, a bit of hitting (soft)

A/N: enjoy<3

Translation: mon amour= my love | Chéri.e= darling

MASTERLIST requests are open

She sits on his lap, her hand passing through his brown hair. ''Mon amour, I'm trying to work.'' If there are two things that the young woman loves, it's annoying her boyfriend when he's trying to work and his horribly sexy French accent.

She kisses his cheek, her other hand running over his abs through his t-shirt. He feels a shiver down his spine, but doesn't give in to temptation. ''Chérie, please.''

She doesn't listen to him and kiss the crook of his neck, nibbing it softly. His hand found its way to her waist, rubbing it softly. ''Don't you want to take a break?'' She let her hand go under his t-shirt, using her fingerstip to touch his abs.

He sighs, from pleasure? Annoying? She does not know but she doesn't care. Her hand under his t-shirt keeps going up, her mouth continuing to stimulate his neck by leaving a few red marks and lovebites.

He didn't push her away, trying to focus on the computer screen in front of him. He begins to feel tight in his pants, her ass wiggling against him and her fingertips tracing the vertical line of his abs.

His hand which was on her waist goes down to caress her ass, squeezing it softly. ''T'as envie que je te baise hein?'' you want me to fuck you, huh?

She doesn't understand what he said but can't help and moan softly against his soft skin. He grabs her jaw and forces her head up to kiss her. She moans into the kiss and Charles takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, caressing the inside of her cheeks.

She removes his headphone and places it on the desk, running her hand through his hair. He picks her up and moves her into the bedroom, dropping her on the bed. ''Qu'est ce que je vais faire de toi?'' What am I going to do with you?

She feels the excitement build even more in her body, his accent completely turning her brain. ''Tu es si irrésistible..'' You're so irresistible.

He removes his t-shirt, finally revealing his abs that she loves to caress so much. ''Take off all of your clothes.'' His voice was firm yet sweet. She listens to him and takes off her clothes, revealing her underwear to him. ''I said all of your clothes.'' She can't help but blush, even though Charles has seen her naked so many times.

She takes off her last clothes and watches him rummage through the drawer of his nightstand.

''Is it ok if I tie your wrist to the bed?'' She bit her lower lips. ''Yes. You can do whatever you want with me, my love.''

Charles smirks, taking off two handcuffs from the drawer, deftly tying one end around one of her wrist, securing it to the headboard. He repeated this process with her other wrist, leaving her bound and vulnerable in front of him.

He takes his time to take off his pants and joins her in bed, getting on top of her and one of his hands already trailing between her thighs. ''Je parie que tu es toute mouillée, mh?'' I bet you're soaking, mh?

She whines, wanting him to touch her. ''Please.. Charlie..'' He chuckles, his cold hand touching her inner thighs. She can't help but move her hips to try and show him her impatience. His fingers move up slowly and he slides one finger between her wet folds. ''Toute mouillée et rien que pour moi.'' All wet and only for me.

She closes her eyes, trying to move her hands but can't. Her head fell back against the pillow with a long moan of his name when she felt his lips against her bundle of nerves.

She can't help but squirm with pleasure as he continues to stimulate her with his tongue. And just as she was about to cum, Charles suddenly stopped and moved his kisses back to her stomach.

''What the hell Charles!'' she shouted, frustrated. He laughs, kissing her ribs. His laugh is deep and dark, almost frightening.

He rubs himself against her wet fold, making her moan deeply. He can feel the wet through his boxer and it turns him so much on. ''Putain Y/n tu vas me faire jouir juste parce que t'es autant mouillée.'' Damn Y/n you're gonna make me cum just because of your wetness.

''Charles..I need you!'' She whines, shaking violently under him. He doesn't wait longer and takes off his boxer and thrust roughly into her tight and wet cunt.

''Merde.. t'es si serré..'' shit.. you're so tight..

He doesn't wait any longer to almost pull out and go back in roughly.

''Tu la prends si bien.'' You take it so well.

If he keeps talking like that, she'll probably cum faster than expected.

''Oh oui, t'es si bonne.. ma pute..'' Oh yes, you're so good.. my whore..

''Ch-Charles!'' She moaned loudly before cumming hardly around his cock. Charles takes it upon himself and holds back from cumming as he feels her walls tightening around his cock. He speeds up his movements, his hips hitting hers with a sensual sound of flesh smacking and a wet sound.

His hand hits the side of her thigh. ''Dit moi que tu m'appartient.'' Tell me you're mine.

She doesn't understand what he says and moans loudly, not having time to recover from her orgasm.

Charles hit her thigh a second time, this time leaving a red mark of his hand. ''Dit moi que you're mine!''

Her back arches a second time, her eyes filling with tears. ''I-I'm yours !'' He moaned loudly, but kept holding himself. ''En Français.'' in French.

The feeling is almost unbreathable and she can barely find her breath. ''Je..J-je appartiens.'' She managed to moan, with her sensual English accent.

''Putain oui..Bonne fille.. Mon jouet baisable préféré..'' Fuck yes.. good girl.. my favorite fucktoy..

Charles redoubles his efforts, showing his breathing and dumbbell physique in his thrusts. The room is filled with their moans. One of Charles' hands finds its way between her legs, playing with her clit.

She doesn't wait any longer to come brutally a second time, tears leave her eyes to roll down her cheeks.

''Oh oui.. serre moi fort..'' Oh yes.. tight me hard..

Charles continues to thrust inside her until he reaches his own climax, his hot seed feeling her up perfectly.

''Ah! Putain! Y/n! T'es trop bonne!'' Ah! Fuck! Y/n! You're too good!

He crashes into her, still being careful not to hurt her. After a few minutes of catching their breath, he pulls out of her with a wet noise and one last moan leaves her lips.

He unties her hands, massaging her wrist to relieve it. ''Ça va, mon chat?'' All good, my cat?

She turns around and hugs him tightly, nuzzling her head into his neck. ''That was great. As usual.''

He can't help but smirk, his hands rubbing her back. ''Je sais que t'aime bien quand je suis méchant avec toi..'' I know you like it when I'm mean with you..

One of his hand goes lower and gently strokes her red thigh. She kisses his neck, already nibbing on it again.

''Ready for round two?''

[harrystylesfan2686]

First time

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Summary: Reader experiences 2 base for the first time. Aftercare.

Warnings: MDNI Cunnilingus. Smut.

A/N: Hope you like this😚🤭

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He lays on his stomach, spread out between her naked legs. Looking up at her flushed face.

"Ready love?" She nods, feeling excited and maybe a little scared, not having done this ever before.

They'd been kissing when she suddenly felt the need to have more, her mind blurry and fingers clenched in need of something, anything greater than this. Kissing wasn't enough for her now, she wanted more. And when she told him this, he only smiled and said to her that he knew of a way she could feel satisfied.

So now, here they were with her spread out on her bed and him between her legs. He had told her to remove her outer clothes before, leaving her only in her underwear.

He softly grazes his lips on her inner thigh, trying to get her used to the touch. She exhales, her skin tingling with anticipation. She might be inexperienced, but she wasn't naive. She knew what he would do and how he would do it—had spent a good amount of time reading and watching and imagining those crude scenes—She just didn't know how it would feel.

"May I?" She looks at his devilish expression as he holds up the band of her knickers. She nods once more and he let's go of it. She feels confused for a moment before he bites down on the band, pulling it down her leg as he goes.

She lets out a gasp when he pulls closer to her now entirely naked bottom. He spreads her legs a little wider and lips his lips, admiring her. Her entire body feels hot, him looking at her like this is making her feel nervous. Her blush spreads across her face and neck as the seconds go by.

"Don't keep me waiting now, please?" She begs, her voice laced with desperation. He looks up at her face and notices her breathing coming out in small impatient puffs.

And smirks.

Not breaking their eyes contact, his lips part, his tongue swiping out to Lick a clean swipe across her clit and she flinches at the sudden pleasure. His smile widens and he moves his tongue across her again, adding a little more pressure. Her eyes leave his as she lets out a low moan.

He keeps moving his tongue in slow, delicate motions and she can't stop panting.

She moans loudly when his tongue slips slightly in her gaping entrance, teasingly, just a little and pulls back to her clit once more. His movements are a little faster now, increasing pressure by each swip.

Her legs twitch and he tightens his hold on them, not giving her much room to move. Her mind feels dizzy and she can't focus on anything other than the pleasure he gives her.

She can't stop her moans now, the pleasure not giving her time to even think. She bites down on the back of her right hand, trying to keep her moans.

But then the pleasure stops, the weight of a tongue leaving her. Her eyes open and she frowns, arching her head to see him pulling back and sitting on his knees.

"Why-?" She goes to ask but he clicks his tongue, silencing her.

His hand reached out to grasp onto the hand she bit, the redness and irritated skin already forming the shape of her teeth. He gently kisses the area and looks at her with disappointment in his eyes.

"Why did you try to keep your moans at bay, darling?" He let go of her hand and leans down to softly peck her lips. "I love to hear you. Won't you let me?"

And sudding the pleasures back again. She looks down to see him using his thumb on her nub, rotating in small circles. The feeling is electrifying and this time she doesn't conceal her voice.

His busies himself in kisses her skin, moving his lips from her neck, down her collar bone, kissing and nibbling along the way, leaving a trail of small red love bites here and there.

He uses her other hand to pull down her bra, she gasps, her nipples hardening in the cold air of her room. He immediately wraps his lips around it, circling his tongue at the tip. He sucks on it before releasing and repeating the treatment on the other one.

She lets a sound very close to a sob, his thumb hadn't stopped at all and now his lips continuing their ministrations. He works, both of his thumb and tongue in a rhythm, overwhelming in the finest way possible.

Her muscles contract and a deep arch starts at her core, like a rope tightening into a knot. Her fingers twitch, in need to hold something, noticing this he takes her hands, interlacing their fingers of one hand and puts the other in his hair, encouraging to pull as she needs.

"I— think— I'm gonna—" Her words a broken whisper but he understands exactly.

"Let go, my love."

He kisses her lips, moving his tongue with hers passionately. His hand now moves even faster and her hips buck up. The knot in her core tightening and tightening and it finally breaks and she cries out into his mouth. Her eyes fall shut as white explodes behind them. Her mind completely quiets, only focusing on the pleasure that runs through her veins.

She loses herself in the haze of euphoria, floating inside her mind as he gently lays kisses on her body. She doesn't know what time it is when she finally comes to, her body still buzzing with excitement. She opens her eyes to see his gazing down at her. He smiles when she does.

"There you are, darling." His clean hand comes up to cup her cheek, and she instinctively nuzzles into it, eyes falling again. Exhaustion finally weighing down her body. He sighs. "Not yet, love." Referring to her almost falling asleep.

He gets up and puts each hand behind her back and knees, gently lifting her in his arms. She whines softly in protest, wanting noting but to go back to sleep. "We can seep after darling, first thing to do is clean you; Don't want you getting an infection now, do we?"

He walks into the bathroom and sits her down on the sink counter, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her deeply for a few seconds before gently releasing her and taking off her bra that somehow stayed on the entire time.

She finally feels a bit awake and smiles at him, her skin glowing in the after sex glow. He smiles back and moves to turn on the cap of tub, getting ready for the bath. She notices the bulge in his pants and frowns.

"What about you?" She asks.

"What bout me?" He looks at her, leaning closer to hold her again after removing his clothes too.

"Do you want me to suck you off?"

He freezes, widening eyes taking in her innocent ones. The image of those doe like eyes looking up at him with his dick in her mouth pops in his mind.

He laughs at her in disbelief. Adorable, he thinks.

"Not now, darling. I don't think you'll be able to handle it." A wolfish grin spreads across his face and she tilts her head in confusion.

She hadn't done it before but surely it can't be that hard no?

He pecks her nose once more before lifting her from the counter. They sink into the full tub, and she immediately feels herself melt in the hot water. Tenseness leaving her muscles as sleep once again tries to embrace her.

She's so lost in the relaxed feelings that she doesn't realise when he wraps his arms around her waist and rests her back on his chest, only when he lightly kisses her shoulder from behind, does she angles her head a little and pulls him into a slow gentle kiss.

When they pull back, she beckons her head on his shoulder and he rests his forehead to her neck. His fingers trace and move in delicate movements, massaging the caves in her hips and she sighs.

"I love you." She whispers into the silence.

"I love you too." He kisses her shoulder.

Few moments of peace before his fingers suddenly curl into a tight fist and she frowns.

"Is something wrong?" She tries to turn but his arms tighten their hold, enabling her to move. She feels his lips form into a smirk and he lifts his head just enough to look her in the eyes and say, "I can't seem to get your moans out of my mind." Which earns him an adorable blush and a slap on his cheek.

[lightsoutletsgo]

pretty girl — op.81 (18+)

pairing: oscar piastri x plus-size!reader

word count: 5.1k

warnings: 18+ !! body insecurity, SMUT SMUT SMUT, ABSOLUTE UTTER FILTH; spanking, use of 'sir', creampie x 2 (don’t be silly, wrap ur willy !!), oscar eating you out after cumming inside you, squirting, light choking, Oscar has an obsession with calling you angel, wayyyyy too many pet names @jamminvroomvroom I'm not sorry in the slightest jas 🤭 enjoy! mwah ₊˚❀.ೃ࿔*:･

You weren’t sure how it had started. Maybe it was the pressure online. Maybe it was the ‘fans’. Maybe it was just your own damn mind, but something was eating away at you. It wasn’t Oscar though. Never Oscar. He loved you to no end, treated you like royalty, looked at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky and created the moon with your own hands. 

But sometimes even Oscar’s adoration and affection couldn’t stop the voices in your head from creeping in and planting the seeds of lies in your head; ‘he could do so much better’, ‘you’re not enough’, ‘you need to be better’, ‘you’re not worth his time’, ‘he’s with you out of sympathy’. 

You pulled up your t-shirt and stared at your underwear-clad body. You frowned and glared at your reflection in the mirror, before poking your stomach once again. You turned to the side and noticed how much bigger your thighs were than they had been a few months ago. Your eyes were drawn to the stretch marks that decorated your hips and upper legs, courtesy of your body growing too quickly to keep up with itself. You spotted every single speck of cellulite or mark that made your body look imperfect. 

You looked disgusting. 

At least that’s how you felt. 

You hadn’t always felt like this either. Once, there had been a time when you loved your body, your curves and all of your flaws. But dating a professional athlete, especially one as visually perfect as Oscar, meant you were prone to hate. It had started with a few small comments, that eventually grew into a whole flood of messages and abuse that just got too much. You had let it get to you.

You weren’t yourself anymore. Even you could see that. You didn’t smile as much anymore, and when you did, the smiles weren’t real. They were fake. You felt like you were living from one day to the next, not sure when you woke up the next morning whether you were thankful for that or not. You hardly left the house anymore. Your friends all seemed like the flawless poster girls and you were the odd one out. You’d even begun to push Oscar away from you, instead choosing to lock yourself away. 

Skipping meals had become a regular habit and it was no longer uncommon for you to spend up to twelve hours a week in the gym. It wasn’t just your weight and figure though. When you were out with Oscar you didn’t feel like you looked good enough to be able to stand next to him, let alone hold his hand and walk with him through the paddock in front of all those cameras. Today was day three of you being completely incommunicado with the outside world, and Oscar was worried about you. He had called you and texted you but there was no answer. He called your friends who all said that they too were worried and hadn’t had any answer from you. 

So there you stood in your underwear wearing one of the few of Oscar’s oversized t-shirts that fitted you, pulled up to your chin whilst you inspected and scrutinised your body. You hadn’t noticed the front door unlock, or heard the footsteps coming down the hallway. You heard your bedroom door open and you turned to see Oscar. He visibly exhaled as he saw that you were okay. But then he noticed. How red and puffy your eyes were from crying and how big the dark bags that lined your eyes were from lack of sleep. He slowly made his way across the room to stand in front of you.

You looked down at the floor unable to make eye contact. You felt embarrassed that he was seeing you in this state. You attempted to pull his t-shirt down to cover your thighs as you felt his gaze travel up and down your body. He grabbed your wrist, and brought it up to his lip as he kissed the inside of your wrist. He gently kissed up your arm and over your shoulder before kissing along your collarbones and up your neck. He stopped once he got to your lips and pulled back to look you in the eyes. His heart broke as he watched one single tear trickle down your face and then another and another until eventually your whole body was wracking with convulsive sobs. He pulled you into his chest tightly and held you close. 

Neither of you were sure how long you stood there for, but that didn’t matter. In that moment, all you needed was him, and he was more than happy to provide the comfort you needed. Once your crying had subsided he led you to the bed. You both led down, his arms wrapped around you as you led on his chest. “Y/N?” He said gently, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to help soothe you. “Yeah?” You said sniffling and snuggling into him more. “You know that I love you more than anything right?” He said, staring down at you and kissing the top of your head. You gave a weak scoff, “Yeah right…” Oscar squeezed you tight “I do!” You pulled away from him and sat up “Why?” “Because-“ He started, “Because I’ll tell you why you shouldn’t. I’m disgusting Oscar. I’m fat, I have stretch marks and my thighs are covered in cellulite. I don’t deserve you Osc can’t you see that? Your fans hate me and it’s making me hate myself!” You finished, slightly out of breath and you felt a new wave of tears fall from your eyes. Oscar sat up so you were sitting opposite each other. “Stop.” He commanded, “I don’t wanna hear anymore of that.” He spoke almost angrily; you looked up at him to meet his gaze. He looked like he was about to cry too, “You’re beautiful, angel, can’t you see that?” He said his voice cracking as he reached for your hands, “So what if you’re squishy? I love that about you.” You frowned; slightly confused that this was your boyfriend’s attempt to comfort you. 

“Angel, I will call you squishy and you will be mine, and you will be my squishy!” He said, quoting Finding Nemo as he squeezed your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout. You giggled at your boyfriend and he smiled, “I don’t care what my ‘fans’ say, they’re not in this relationship, it’s me and you. Your weight doesn’t matter to me. So what if you have larger hips? It just means there’s more of you to love. Plus…” he trailed off for a moment, hands moving down to squeeze your hips, “you aren’t gonna break if things get a little... rough.” He said winking at you. “Stretch marks and cellulite? Angel, you aren’t the only one who has them. Honestly you’re stunning baby.” His compliments made you look down but you smiled slightly, touched by his words.

“See, your smile is beautiful!” He said, gently lifting your chin back up to look at him. “Babe, I also know that you’ve been skipping meals, so how about we order some pizza and watch Finding Nemo?” he suggested, you nodded before leaning up to connect your lips in a sweet kiss.

“Oscar?” You said, as you broke apart, leaning your foreheads together. “Hmmm?” “Thank you.” You said sincerely before he pulled you onto his lap and began to kiss you again, his hands gently creeping underneath the hem of his t-shirt.

Oh well… The pizza could wait.

You sighed into his mouth as he gently bit your bottom lip, pulling away and tugging as his eyes darkened. “Need to see you angel… fuck please?” You nodded shyly, hands slowly dropping to the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing as Oscar’s hand comfortingly rubbed your thighs, tracing gentle circles with his thumbs. You hadn’t had sex in a while. Too terrified to let him see your body and too worried about your insecurities. The last time you’d slept together you’d asked to leave the lights off and keep your t-shirt on. Oscar had been confused and he had obliged then - but no more. He was determined to show you just how damn sexy he found you. 

Oscar noticed your hesitation. “Hold on angel” He pulled away from you slightly to pull his t-shirt over his head. “Look at my back.” He turned and sat facing away from you as your hands delicately traced over the slightly raised zigzag marks that stretched over his back and shoulders… They looked similar to the marks on your stomach and hips that haunted you. “Y-you have them too?” Your voice was quiet and timid as Oscar gave a soft smile, nodding his head, “I went through a pretty quick growth spurt when I was in school and then another one when I got into F2… I always hated looking at them too… until I realised that they were a part of my body and a part of my story of how I’d grown, become stronger, learned what my body could do and what I was capable of.” Your eyes filled with tears as he turned back to face you, “Do you love me any less now you’ve seen them?” 

You shook your head furiously, “Of course not!” “Then why do you hate them so much when you see them on yourself? Do you think I love you any less just because you have them?” Your eyes filled with tears once more as he slowly pushed you to lie down on the bed, crawling on top of you.“Because let me tell you angel… whenever I see them…” His hands dropped to the hem of your t-shirt, sliding it up to expose your hips and panties “They make me feel…” He leaned down to press kisses to the lines across your hips between each word,“ So” kiss “fucking’” kiss, “feral…” 

“Your cute tummy?” He paused to blow raspberries on your soft stomach making you squeal with laughter “adorable!” “Your thighs…” He moved back down slightly to bite at them, making your back arch and a soft moan tumble from your lips. “I think about having them wrapped around my head about 7 times a day… and fuck angel…” He slid his hands underneath your ass and squeezed, “This ass? Might just take the title of world’s best ass…” You giggled as you reach down to cup his face,

“Actually baby I’m pretty sure that title belongs to Bottas” He moved up your body and paused as he thought for a moment before nodding, “True…” He nodded jokingly before leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. He left hot open mouth kisses against your neck and collarbones, making you squirm and let out breathy moans. Distracted by how good he was making you feel, you didn’t realise his hands were moving your t-shirt up until he sat you up slightly to pull it over your head.

You fell back against the sheets wearing just your panties as Oscar knelt over you, you heard him inhale through his teeth as he drank in the sight of your soft, plush body in his bed, “Wanna take you so badly angel…” His hands were everywhere as he grabbed your hips, your thighs, your ass, your breasts. Like he couldn’t get enough of you. “Touch me please Osc” He stared down at you, smirking slightly, “Where do you want me to touch you angel?” Your face grew hot and your heart rate sped up. You knew what he wanted you to say. Even after this long it still flustered you. “Want you t-to touch m-my pussy… p-please.” He cooed at you as his hand stroked your cheek, “Good girl…” One hand dropped to your pussy as he pushed your panties to one side, a single finger trailing up your slit, collecting the arousal already dripping out of you, finger moving to his mouth in an effort to tease you - it worked.You whined and shook your hips impatiently as he chuckled lowly, “I’ve got you sweet girl…” His fingers moved back to your entrance, slowly pushing one in as more needy whines tumbled from your mouth, “Please Oscar, want it, need it!” He smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your mound, “Fuck you’re such a good girl, you know that right? My. good. girl.” He emphasised each word with a curl of his fingers to graze against your g-spot. “Oscar- Sir!” He growled at your use of that specific title and pushed another finger in, head falling back in a silent moan at how tight you feel around his fingers. “You’re so needy for me angel, hmmm?” He pouted in mock sympathy, “s’okay baby I’ll take care of you.” 

He leant over your torso, softly kissing your breasts and leaving pretty red and purple marks to decorate your chest along with your stretch marks, “So fucking pretty… should be in a museum or a gallery…” he mumbled as he admired his artwork, your arms moving to wrap around his neck, pulling him down until his forehead rested against yours. Your hips bucked up into his hand as he continued to thrust his fingers into your pussy, the palm of his hand grinding against your clit. He paused for a moment, growling at the way your panties got in the way “Oscar!” you exclaimed as he ripped them off of you, “I‘ll buy you some new ones angel, it’s fine…” He quickly pushed his fingers back into your tight hole as you felt a warm sensation growing in your lower stomach. 

“That feeling good pretty girl?” He crooned down at you almost condescendingly as his fingers sped up. Breathy moans and whiney pants were all that left your mouth as you could feel yourself climbing higher towards that peak, the coil in your stomach threatening to burst. “Such a good girl for me, so sweet angel” Oscar growled above you, “Fuck! Oscar-” you wailed out as he leant down to bite your neck, teeth nipping, sure to leave a mark. “You’re mine angel… my pretty girl…” Those words were the last push you needed as you felt your orgasm explode. Your eyes shut tightly as your legs tensed up, thighs closing and locking Oscar’s hand between them. He chuckled at your out-of-breath form and pressed soft kisses to your hairline as he calmed you down, gently praising you. “Such a good girl, you’re so beautiful angel, love you so much…” You smiled up at him, hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him down to meet your lips, hot and passionate. “Want you inside me Oscar please!” You mumbled against his lips, he pulled back, stripping his lower half of his sweats and underwear, “Course angel... “ Your head tilted to one side in confusion when you saw him lie down next to you on the bed. He patted his thighs, “Want you to ride me pretty girl, wanna see my gorgeous girl on top of me.” You faltered as you heard his words, “I don’t know Osc I-” “Y/N,” he sat up suddenly, the use of your name showing you he was serious, “I want you to do this… Not just for me but for you too. You’re perfect my love… I love you because of who you are as a person. Your insanely hot body is just a bonus…” He grabbed your hands, gently helping you straddle his thighs. “So… come and take what’s yours angel…”

You climbed on top of him, sliding your wet cunt up and down his shaft which was throbbing against his abdomen. Hot and hard, you could feel yourself salivating at the thought of him sliding into you and stretching your pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby, you want my cock in your pretty little pussy?” You whined needily, hands falling to Oscar’s chest, nails digging in slightly as you grinded even faster, “H-help please…” you begged. Oscar gently shushed you, one hand reaching down to grasp his cock and push it into you, “There you go baby, take your time- that’s it.” His hands gently caressed up and down your plush sides, gripping the flesh and relishing in the way his fingers sank into your soft hips and thighs. “Look at you… you’re fuckin delicious…” His head fell back as you sank all the way down to the hilt, a desperate moan leaving your lips at the slight sting you felt. No matter how many times you took Oscar’s cock, the stretch was always delectable. “Fuck! Your pussy is so tight… you gonna milk my cock angel?” You nodded desperately, starting up a slow rhythm, your tits bouncing slightly as your ass slapped against his thighs.

Between the two of you, the room was filled with the most pornographic noises, moans, whines, skin-on-skin and the sounds of your wet cunt. Your eyes shut as your head fell back, speeding your pace up. “Look at you… you’re a goddess, baby…” Oscar couldn’t take his eyes away from your form, a light sheen of sweat covered your body as your breasts and thighs jiggled with each firm slam of your hips. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut as your lips parted, releasing the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. How could you ever think you were not beautiful? One of his hands snaked down from your hips and began to rub your clit with his thumb, making your walls spasm around him. He growled out a low moan. “Oscar… Sir!” You cried out, “gonna cum!” You nails raked down his chest as you felt his thick cock reach deep into you, tip touching your cervix. “Shit!” Oscar hissed as he felt your nails digging in, desperately grabbing onto him in an effort to keep yourself from floating away. He grabbed your hips, lifting you up and down slightly to help you keep moving on his cock. “You close? Hmmm?” You nodded, flopping down onto his chest as the burning in your thighs forced you to give out, “I’ll help you angel don’t worry,” Oscar soothed you as his hands wrapped around your back, planting his feet on the bed to begin thrusting up into you. “You feel so so good angel, such a sweet little cunt…”

You mewled in response as his hips pistoned into you. “Please, please, please, please please- oh fuck!” Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, so sudden it overtook your whole body, feeling it in every limb from your fingertips to your toes. “There you go, atta girl…” Oscar crooned as his thrusts became uneven, he spilled into you, cock throbbing as his cum filled your pussy. “Milk my cock that’s it…” he moaned as your quivering cunt continued to spasm around him. 

He planted kisses all over your face, making you giggle as his arms tightened around you. You led against his chest for a moment, head fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm, before you realised you could quite possibly be squashing your boyfriend. You gasped and shot up to roll off of him but his arms stayed firmly locked around you, leaving you unable to move, “Oscar…” You struggled a little making him laugh, “Oh absolutely not sweetheart, you are staying right here, until I say so.” You continued wriggling much to his disdain and you whimpered as a sharp spank landed against your ass cheek “Oscar!” He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at you, “Then will you behave?” You looked away, face burying into his neck once more, “Just don’t wanna squash you…” Oscar sighed contentedly, “I love how it feels when you squash me though?” You scoffed and another spank hit your ass, slightly harder than the last. Your hips wiggled and squirmed and Oscar grunted at how sensitive he was, gripping your hips to still you once again.

“Easy there sweet girl…” His voice was right there in your ear and the closeness sent shivers down your spine, pussy clenching around him subconsciously. “Oh that’s it.” Oscar growled, sitting up with you still in his lap, “Wha– Oscar?!” “I’m not fucking joking around baby.” You looked at him, his eyes flashing with lust and you felt that fire ignite in your tummy again. Oh you were so fucked. He gripped your chin softly, lips hovering right above your own, “I’m gonna lie back down,” your eyes rolled back as you practically felt his words against your lips, “and you’re gonna sit on my face.” Your eyes shot open, “R-really?” His answer was placing his lips over yours, biting and sucking your bottom lip, his hands guiding your hips to grind in his lap as your hands gripped his shoulders, “Really.” He led back down and you whined as he slid himself out of you, his cum dripping down your thighs already, “Wait, but… you came insi–” “It’s my mess isn’t it? So I should clean it up.” You practically melted on the spot as he beckoned you towards him, “Now come here angel and take a seat… Every goddess needs a throne right?”

You giggled despite how serious he was being and crawled up his body until his face was right underneath your pussy. You knelt up, hands grabbing the headboard as Oscar traced gentle kisses over your thighs, hands grabbing your ass. You could feel his breath against your pussy lips and you clenched around nothing, another drop of his cum and your wetness dripping down to where his mouth was ready and waiting. He moaned at the taste of the two of you mixed together and decided enough was enough. Gripping your ass tighter he licked a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit, landing a quick little kiss against your sensitive bud for good measure.

You giggled out a moan at the feeling, but Oscar was frustrated, “Angel, I told you to sit on my face.” “I am!” Oscar rolled his eyes, “No you’re hovering… I told you to fucking sit–” His arms wrapped round your hips and pulled you down onto his face, moaning loudly as he was suddenly smothered by your cunt, causing a whimper to leave your mouth at the vibrations Oscar ate you out like a man starved, tongue fucking your pussy and nose rubbing against your clit as one of your hands flew to his hair, pulling and tugging as you couldn’t help the way your hips started grinding against his tongue, “Fuck. Yes angel…”, “that’s it”, “just like that”, Oscar gasped out between breaths as he drowned in your pussy. You looked down and gasped. He looked feral. His eyes rolling back as he licked and sucked every inch of your pussy he could get too. 

He pulled you up for a moment and you panicked slightly, were you hurting him? He must have seen your expression because he was quick to run his hands up and down your hips in a soothing manner, “I need you to use my face angel, grind on my tongue, fuck my face okay baby?” “What if I suffocate you?” Oscar groaned, “What a perfect fucking way to go…” He trailed off as you dropped your pussy back onto his waiting tongue, following his instructions and grinding your soaking cunt back and forth.

The noises Oscar was making were driving you crazy and each growl, moan and praise had you moving even more enthusiastically. A loud whine escaped you as his nose caught your sensitive clit at just the right angle.You could feel it building in your stomach, rising up from your toes all the way to the top of your head. “Fuck Osc, feels so fuckin good…” You mumbled out, barely able to form a sentence. A grunt from Oscar told you he was happy to hear that, “Yeah? Don’t stop angel.” “W-want more…” Your voice was breathy as he continued to push you towards the edge, “What d’you need?” “Your hands on my ass… Please?” You begged, “Already touchin’” “N-no please… harder… wanna see your handprint on my ass…” You squealed as a heavy swat fell against your ass, “Oh my god Oscar, fuck yes!” You cried out, “More! Harder! Make me fucking take it, I’ll be so good for you Osc I promise!” You babbled out as you felt the way he made your ass sting over and over and you couldn’t help the way you grabbed his hair tighter as you felt him fucking smile against your pussy, “I’m gonna cum… Oscar…” You warned him but that only seemed to invigorate him, the most obscene noises coming from your boyfriend between your legs, “Fucking soak me baby come on… please fuck…” Oscar was practically begging into your pussy as your hips stuttered, head falling back as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Oscar groaned as your pussy leaked your orgasm into his mouth, leaving gentle licks and soft kisses over your clit to help you ride out your high.

You slumped to the side, not wanting to actually suffocate your boyfriend and your eyes widened when you saw how hard he was, his cock pink and pretty and throbbing. Oscar was unashamed as he brought one hand down to stroke himself, neck straining. “Can’t help it angel, it’s just what you do to me…” You watched, transfixed, as your boyfriend slowly and leisurely fucked his hand. You felt yourself salivate and you leaned forward, gently blowing cool air across the tip. You watched as it throbbed and leaked more precum. Oscar watched you through half-lidded eyes as you made yourself comfortable between his legs. “Having fun there angel?” You nodded, looking up at him and looking into his eyes, “Just wanna return the favour…” You pressed a kiss to the tip and giggled at the way he shivered and goosebumps ran along his thighs, “Behave angel…” You nodded, tongue peeking out from your mouth to kitten lick the tip. Oscar groaned one hand gently smoothed your head, “so fuckin’ good to me… but this is about you…” He sat up and gently cupped your face with his hand, “I love you, so much.” He said the words with so much conviction you felt your eyes get glassy, “I love you too…” His lips met yours more softly, more intimately than they had before. You felt his thumb gently trace over your cheek as you tasted yourself and him on his tongue. That thought drove you crazy and you found yourself pulling him closer to you as your other hand grabbed the back of his head and gently pulled the hair there. He moaned, a beautiful sound and his open mouth allowed you to slip your tongue inside, sucking and licking gently on his.

You pulled apart and noticed how your lips were still connected by the spit dripping from both of your mouths. God sex with him was always so hot. It seemed he still wasn’t done with you though as he indicated for you to turn around. You did so and caught sight of your body in the mirror. You gasped at how fucked out you looked. Oscar smirked as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. One hand sliding round your plush tummy and the other sliding up to gently hold your neck. He kissed your neck, “Look at you angel… my pretty girl, all fucking mine.” You leaned back against him and he smiled, “So now you’re gonna watch me remind you that you’re mine. You’re gonna watch how well you take me, how your body was made for mine, how pretty you look when I make you cum." He gently pushed you forward until you were on all fours.

You felt him line himself up with your pussy behind you and you felt like the air was knocked out of you as he thrust in in one smooth motion. He felt so much bigger, thicker, deeper at this angle. The look on his face told you he was feeling how much tighter this angle was too. His hands used your hips as leverage as he languidly thrust in and out of you. You hummed happily as you felt a sharp sting across your asscheek in the shape of his handprint. That reaction spurred Oscar on and your moans got louder as his thrusts got harder, pounding into you, his hips slamming into your ass with a satisfying slap. 

Your head dropped to the comforter at the way his cock dragged against your walls, setting your nerves alight. He leaned forward over the top of you and grabbed your throat once more, “Oh nuh uh angel… look,” His eyes met yours through the mirror, “you don’t get to look away… just watch how pretty you look while I fuck you…” You couldn’t help the way your eyes closed, the feeling too good to deny, Oscar tutted loudly and stopped moving his hips in and out, instead circling them while he was deep inside you. You couldn’t make any noise, just let your mouth hang open. You shuddered and whined, desperately humping back onto his cock. “Oh fuck me angel…” Oscar’s hand quickly found your clit and you whimpered loudly, “I’m not gonna last much longer!” “Me either angel, it’s okay…” Your eyes shot open as you suddenly felt a familiar sensation between your legs, “Oscar…” you warned him, his head dropped to your shoulder as his hips began rolling into yours again, “I know angel, I feel it, it’s okay… make a pretty mess for me.” His head looked back up to make eye contact with you once more, “Cum for me angel.” He whispered and it was like a trigger had been pulled.

With a loud cry, your whole body shook. White-hot pleasure spilling over, toes curling and walls clenching tightly as you soaked your boyfriend’s cock and his hand, squirting all over the sheets below,  “Fuckkkk angel yes yes yes just like that!” You felt his thrusts speed up as he pushed himself to another orgasm. His cock throbbed so hard inside you that you felt it and you hummed contentedly, filled up with Oscar’s cum once more. “Holy shit baby…” Oscar planted kisses down your back as he moved to pull out of you. You shuddered at the feeling of his cock pulling out.Oscar flopped onto his back and opened his arms, a silent invitation to cuddle, “I love you.” A soft kiss landed against your forehead, “I love you.” A kiss to his chest, “You’re so beautiful Y/N, I mean it. My pretty girl.” He squeezed you tighter in his arms and you giggled.  “So,” he sighed contentedly, “how about that pizza?” 

[thesummerpetrichor]

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼: 𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸

Stepdad!Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader

Summary: The year is 1979 and it's the summer after graduation. You want to make the most of the vacation, but going to shady dance bars is a lot harder now that your new stepfather works for the DEA.

Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI you will be blocked. Mentions of DEA, cops and raids, stepdad trope and all that comes with, minor DUBCON, big juicy age gap [reader is 18/19 when she meets Javi, Javi is in his mid 40s], reader wears a dress, petnames, mommy issues ™ , alcohol consumption, mean!brat tamer!dom!Javi then soft!Javi, brat!reader, rough sex, “virginity” loss & minor mention of blood, sex in the woods on the hood of Javi’s car, mentions of F masturbation, some reader x oc, Javi gives reader her first orgasm, major size kink [Javi is bigger than the reader, can rough house with her], degradation, dumbification, reader is insanely horny, satanic levels of dirty talk, finger sucking, choking, spanking [with a belt and hand] , a few slaps [as always], fingering, unprotected P in V [be better!!], creampie. Let me know if I missed anything 🫶

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I am impossibly excited for this stepdad trilogy. This is part 1/3 so it’s only 1/3 the fun and debauchery. Few Easter eggs thrown in.. see if you can spot em 🤭.This is set up after the events of season 2 and before the events of season 3, in a year where Javi is taking a break before Cali, but feel free to imagine otherwise. Enjoy!!

Masterlist

​​Once I had a love and it was a gas

Soon turned out had a heart of glass

Seemed like the real thing, only to find

Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

Once I had a love and it was divine

Soon found out I was losing my mind

It seemed like the real thing, but I was so blind

Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

You stood at the entrance, one foot tapping restlessly on the wooden floorboards. In an effort to keep your head down you fiddled aimlessly with the clasp on your watch, knowing full well you weren’t going to be paying attention to anything but the time that flashed on its face. An older, blonde woman came stomping onto the patio, swinging the wooden door behind you so hard on her way the rattle it produced when it slammed shut knocked the flimsy “BAR” sign right off. You jumped, then took another step away from the establishment.  

You could almost feel the bass of the engine thrumming in your chest as it got closer. The tires crunched against the gravel as it neared. You still couldn’t see it. You hoped it was her. 

It wasn’t long before a red convertible was nearing, the number plate sending a shaky, relieved sigh hurtling past your lips. Agitated, drunk and anxiety ridden, you ran towards and then jumped into Lorrain’s car– hoping and praying the ride would give you a beat to sober up. 

It wasn’t the first time you’d had to sneak back into your room well past midnight. It was so much of a habit you could sell a course on how to accomplish it with the utmost skill and precision. What was rare, however, was having to perform the task while shaken up so severely. The side of your small, once welcoming home seemed more alien than ever, your bedroom looking far higher off the ground than you remembered. 

Nevertheless, a few missteps and about 10 minutes later you stumbled through your open window, quickly stripping to your underwear and shoving your dirty, alcohol laced clothes under your bed. You cursed your “parents” at the fact that you still needed to do this shit like a fucking highschooler. 

The sound of feet padding towards your bedroom door startled you, and you jumped to pull on your sleep shorts before what you knew was your stepdad coming up the stairs. 

You hoped and prayed he hadn't caught wind of the way you screamed when your foot missed the ledge below your window, or worse, that his partner hadn’t given him a call to inform him of the familiar face he saw at the shack that night. 

No matter how many times you liked to imagine he would bend you over his knee and discipline you, how many times you imagined it was him with his hand under your skirt or head between your legs as some clumsy 20 year old rutted against your thigh, you knew full well if Javier actually ever caught your antics, the consequences were going to be a whole lot less ideal than that. 

As you jumped under the covers you recalled the way Agent Steve Murphy had cocked his head at you back at the bar. The way your stepfather’s partner had squinted his eyes at you in confusion, doing a double take at your skimpy outfit, short dress and boots, the way the men at the bar had their hands all over you. 

You prayed it wasn’t too late before you turned your head away, that it wasn’t too late before you swiftly moved out of that bar, before he could be sure it was you he was seeing. 

Because if he was, there would be absolute hell to pay. 

—

One summer, when you were maybe eight or nine, you developed an absurd obsession with riding your bike up the slope that led away from your small town. Eventually, the uphill roads veered away, twisting and turning into a thousand different rocky paths that converged at one point only a few hundred metres from the large sign that welcomed people into the town. The singular, welcoming road led straight into the woods. Back then, it seemed endless, providing a warm, hospitable buffer for the hills that loomed over the town with a somewhat protective intimidation. Like the woods were watching over your every move. 

Everyday, for three months, you’d bust out your front door at 18:00 on the dot and make the journey uphill. Exhaustively pushing your bike past that sign and into what was nature's much welcome respite from your mothers neglectful cruelty. You collected rocks by the stream that ran through those woods, leaves and flowers to keep in your room. It was like they were magic. Like they wanted to get to know you, be your friend. The trees formed a canopy over you, like they wanted to shield you from the winds and the setting sun, and most importantly from the town below. 

One day you remember hearing some rustling coming from up the stream. You didn't think much of it, must have been a deer or something of the sort. You continued foraging for little flowers and rocks, that was until you came across something that didn't really belong. A piece of white lace. It looked new, but dirty, there was cotton under half of it. It seemed like it was part of a dress. Someone must have lost it up there. You didn't investigate. Things were calm and quiet again as usual, but it wasn't long before the rustling from upstream got louder, just slightly, and you heard the clatter of a metal rod to the ground, followed by a heavier, louder thud. 

You turned on your heel and away from the stream, it took you four minutes to find the welcome sign to your town again. By 19:00 you were home. 

You never went back to the woods again. That August your mother informed you you were going to school in the city. 

— 

To say you were unhappy to come home from boarding school to the news your mother was marrying a cop would be an understatement, and while you tried not to be too judgy and give him a chance, to say you were surprised when he turned out to be a complete authoritarian would be an even bigger understatement. 

You knew of Agent Peña, he was somewhat of a local celebrity. You’d seen him on your summers home since you were sixteen- picking up beers at the convenience store, smoking cigarettes outside the petrol station. You and your friends would often drool over him, wait for him to show up at a neighbourhood barbeque, or catch him taking a walk around the block. 

Eventually, you grew up, and outgrew your little hallway crush on the, now, mostly tiresome Agent Peña. Because soon you weren't sixteen. And his holier than thou, saviour complex, and affinity for order only made you roll your eyes. In fact he was quite annoying. He made little effort to contribute to the community, still riding his high from his days in Colombia. 

You wondered why those people revered him like he was taking bullets for your town. 

You were absolutely flabbergasted when you found out your mother was marrying him. At first, a little bit jealous for the teenager who once fawned over him, but quickly more concerned for the fact that he was actually someone who you’d have to interact with, and not just a piece of eye candy you could appreciate out and about. 

Hell, he was becoming family, and your stepfather no less. It was torturous. You did not need another person to worry about in your home. 

“So.. What’re you studying?” He crossed his left leg over the right, and asked you. His hand reached out to receive the glass of whiskey your mother poured him. He hadn’t been in your house for ten minutes and you already couldn’t stand his guts. Besides the fact that he was a cop, he had this air about him… what exactly, you weren’t quite sure. A superficial, macho exterior that felt like a bigger slap in the face than the fact that he was sitting on the nice, upholstered, expensive, armchair your father had paid for. 

Unsurprisingly, Agent Peña often indulged you in riveting conversation about the dangers of indulging in alcohol and drugs at a young age as he puffed on his cigarette, and lectured you, in what you knew as truly your mothers fashion, about how young people these days didn't know a thing, and that they must always respect and follow the lead of their elders. 

Much like mother dear, he paid little attention to you other than to reprimand you for whatever it was you weren’t doing correctly; for when you didn’t do the dishes on time, or were staying out too late, as if it was any of his business to even begin with. He seemed to really enjoy the protective dad role. It fit in well with the rest of his pathetic persona. 

No wonder they got along.

You remember almost gagging when he boasted about the college you were set to attend, one arm slung across your shoulder, at the party your aunt threw for your graduation. Like he had absolutely anything to do with it. You excused yourself partly to avoid the embarrassment and partly to roll your eyes. A small part of you enjoyed his proud boasting, but you were not ready to unpack that yet. 

In the time the couple weren’t circle jerking about their views, you were lucky enough to be the recipient of snide comments that were so obviously meant for your late father. To his credit Javier Peña didn’t involve himself in the conversation. You couldn’t say the same for a lot of your mother’s previous lovers. 

Since you were ten years old you had been making your own decisions, doing what you wanted and living on your terms. To return to your home for the summer after graduation, now 18, and have to abide by someone else’s meaningless regulations, was a rather harsh slap in the face. Not to mention this someone had been in your life all of two months, and really enjoyed acting like he knew anything about you, or your family. 

Sometimes, when you’d climb down the stairs of that quaint suburban home, the home that once belonged to your family, in the middle of the night to grab a glass of water or a snack, you’d see him sitting out on the porch, hunched over a whole bunch of shit you couldn’t bother caring about, with his ashtray dangerously close to all that flammable paper. 

His shirt stretched deliciously over his back, his hand reaching out to ash his cigarette every once in a while. You were glad he was infuriating, had he not been such a prick it might have revived the little bit of a crush you had on him. 

Sometimes you felt a little bit bad for rolling your eyes at him, or shutting down his attempts to initiate group plans. If you were being honest you were surprised when he didn’t blow up at you for talking back or being rude– that was when your mother wasn’t around. When she was, he didn’t have to. She would jump at any chance to start a fight. You were even more surprised when Javier tried to diffuse the situation. 

You figured soon enough that perhaps the Javier Peña you met a few months prior was putting quite the show on for his overbearing, obnoxious lover. Of course, you were sure he hardly saw her that way. He was perhaps a lot smarter than you gave him credit for. 

Javier often chided your mother when you spoke back to her, rather unexpectedly calling out her bad parenting and the behaviour she “modelled” for you when you were a child. You overheard them argue after a big blowout, from your room. It upset you that he was even getting involved. He tried to talk to you about it later, but that was the last thing you wanted to do. 

Obviously, you knew your hatred of them both had something to do with your psychologically deprived childhood, but it baffled you how neither of them, especially wannabe father of the year Javier Peña, didn’t realised your isolated anger would perhaps be diminished if they stopped trying to meddle in your life, the one neither of them seemed to care about unless something about it upset them. 

If he really cared about your wellbeing he’d take his wife and get the fuck out of your life. You were an adult, one that wasn’t going to listen to anyone, especially not the mother who packed you away all those years ago, and her hypocritical, infuriating husband. 

Thats why, despite having almost gotten caught and having your ass handed to you less than forty eight hours prior, you were back at the shack, drink in hand, stupidly forgetting exactly what had you scrambling to get out there in the first place. 

Who could have even blamed you? Your mother had been especially annoying that particular morning, and Javier and his buddies had colonised the house for a barbeque in the afternoon. In what even you recognised as somewhat juvenile rebelion, you decided the universe owed you some fun after having to endure their patronising, senseless chit chat all day. 

It wasn’t even that late, but you were already feeling it, the effects of the countless drinks you had downed over the course of the few hours you had been dancing at the bar. Nothing unusual in that, men often offered to buy you drinks, handsome ones at that, and you didn’t have the money to live extravagantly. Besides, if you weren’t going to use your charm what was it even there for? 

Was it Timmy? Tommy? You couldn't even recall his name by the time he was tossing you onto the counter in the bar’s bathroom. To be honest you couldn’t really figure out much of your surroundings, letting yourself get lost in the delicate, dizzy, tipsy haze as his hands slipped under your skirt to squeeze at your thighs. Your regular drunk hookup, or rather someone you disappointingly rolled around with till he finished and left you to roll your hips against your pillow wishing your hands were your Stepfather’s. 

His lips brushed your neck, sloppily planting kisses up and down your skin, nipping at your collar bones as he pushed himself between your legs. You closed your eyes and imagined he was Javier. The thought made you moan and you reached for his collar to pull him closer. He didn't smell like Javi, wasn't as big, his chest wasn’t as firm, his arms didn't envelop you like Javi’s did. 

You felt him swell against you, and you pushed against him, mind once again drifting to Javier standing at the grill in your backyard. His white linen shirt unbuttoned far too low, rolled up sleeves drawing your eyes to his forearms. He’d had a hand on his hip, a sliver of skin right above the band of his shorts just barely visible. 

He smiled at you, and you had worried he’d caught you staring. You revelled in the image. You recalled how he leaned against the edge of the pool with the afternoon sun beating down on his golden skin. You imagined his hands moving under your bra to squeeze your breast. 

You were rather embarrassingly enjoying the little montage of your stepdad that was playing in your head. You had almost forgotten it was tommy, or timmy rolling his hips against yours. If a loud, wall rattling thud hadn’t interrupted you, you would've enjoyed your little delusion even longer. 

To say you were startled was an understatement, you practically leaped right off the counter. Unable to really gather your bearings in time, you barely registered timmy, or tommy, scrambling to fix his shirt, you yourself rushing to cover up and fix the top of your dress. 

From the corner of your eye you caught a hand grab him by the shoulder and shove him towards the door, dragging him out of the bathroom and towards a building commotion outside. You heard people yelling, but couldn’t really make out what was going on. 

When you looked up and found Javier looking dead at you, instead of your little fling, you damn near collapsed. He looked like he was on the verge of a heart attack. In a second he was shutting the door behind him, and flicking the lock. You would’ve ran, but its not like you could go anywhere, besides, hed gotten a good look at your face gawking at him, like a fucking moron. 

It was over. 

“You’re fucking kidding me.” you hopped off the counter and tumbled into his chest.  He took you by the arm and dragged you right to the back of the bathroom, you struggled to remain on your feet but he didn’t really care. Much of your dizziness was thanks to your new found anxiety and had little to do with the vodka you’d been downing all night. This was definitely not an ideal situation. His grip on your arm tightened, and made you wince. You liked the sting, not so much the rest of the whole ordeal. “This where you’ve been fuckin’ going?” he seethed, coming close enough that your noses almost touched, he shook you lightly by the arm as he spoke. 

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he pulled you closer. “None of your fucking business.” Sure, you weren’t on your best behaviour, but did he really think he could boss you around? 

“Sure as hell’s my fucking business.” he took a look behind him, then turned back to you and leaned closer. “‘DEA agent’s step daughter dancing at illegal drug club’ sure gonna make a sweet headline.” His fingers dug into your flesh. Only then did it hit you why exactly he was in your dingy shack to begin with. You heard Timmy arguing with someone outside. You felt your palms become impossibly clammier. 

“Just fucking turn me in then, asshole.” you got closer, and you were sure he could smell the vodka off your breath. You wished that sounded as courageous and bold out loud as it did in your head. His eyes jumped to your lips, and he rolled them, huffing in frustration. You felt your own eyes burn, and your vision became blurry. You didn't want to cry in front of that bastard. You looked away. 

“To whom? Myself” his thumb smoothed over your skin, and his grip lightened. “Not gonna arrest you, fuckin’ idiot.” he rolled his eyes, then dropped your arm to put his hands on his hips. He looked down and sighed, massaging his temple and then glancing behind him again. 

“Riskin it all for that fuckin’ looser?” He let out a half hearted laugh, looking somehow both disappointed and smug. You wanted to punch him in the face. You would have, if he didnt happen to be the only thing between you and one dozen other narcs outside. 

He glanced at the ground for a second, then back at you and fixed the strap of your top that had slipped down your shoulder. “Get in the car.” he pointed behind you, and you looked in the direction to see a small, open window. 

“Know you're good at climbing outta windows.” you felt your cheeks heat so much they burned. Your heart hadn’t really recovered from his big, surprise entry yet. You couldn't stand to look at his frustrated, let down face. 

Javi cocked his head and raised his brows, whispering a strained “go”. You had no choice, you turned away from him and towards the window. 

—

“Where are we going?”

He didn't look away from the road ahead. Hand gripping the steering wheel with a renewed annoyance. “Better stop asking questions before s’ too late brat.” You opened your mouth to speak, but quickly shut it right back up again. You decided it was probably a lot smarter to just shut up and not bother him any longer– regardless of the thousand questions and worries you had swimming in your head. 

If you were lucky, he was going to drive the both of you right off a cliff, because if your mother caught any wind of what you had been doing, your plans for going to college, and living out of your house would fly right out the window. Not to mention the torture that would insue when she demanded to know your whereabouts all day everyday for the rest of the foreseeable future. 

“Don't want ya hangin’ round the countryside, in these barns, nothing good happens in there.” he looked over you momentarily, 

“Oh what? Are the cows joining in on the drug trade?” 

“Newspaper boys, going missin’. Found him in the lake, about two miles from here.” you pressed your lips together. 

The car ride thus passed in a painful, tense silence. Javier was clearly unhappy with the whole situation, but had decided not to immediately blow up in your face? Everything about that unsettled you. He was so shocked he seemed to be in denial. You'd much prefer if he just yelled at you and got it over with. 

What else was there to do? Surely he wasn’t going to turn you over to the cops, he had his chance to do that already. However Javier never missed a chance to reprimand you, maybe he wanted to get a few words in before ruining your future. 

You wouldn’t put it past him anyway. 

The empty streets gave way to a narrow, winding road that cut through the woods. The familiar landscape of your small town faded away, replaced by shadowy silhouettes of trees that loomed closer and closer to the edge of the road. The headlights pierced the darkness, illuminating the dense foliage– closing in around you. The road twisted and turned, each bend bringing you deeper into the night, and further away from any civilisation. 

Beginning to zone out, you kept your eyes ahead, now unable to recognise left from right, and importantly, exactly how far out from town you had come.  It wasn’t long before the “farwell, drive safe” sign that stood at the edge of the woods was swiftly moving past your right shoulder. A pit was quick to form in your stomach, the lowered window by Javi’s side let the cool breeze in. It wrapped around you and made you shiver. The smell of the woods soon overcame you. 

Eventually,the car came to a stop in a small clearing. You watched Javi, but he paid no attention to you. The silence was almost deafening, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional creak of branches swaying in the wind. In the distance, an owl hooted, its call echoed through the trees. You felt like a child about to be reprimanded after getting in trouble at school. You could hear the ticking of the cooling engine, each sound amplified in the stillness of the night. The dark woods pressed in on you. 

After what felt like an eternity, he opened his door, stepping out and gesturing for you to do the same with his head. Still absolutely clueless about what exactly he was doing, you decided just to follow along. He wasn’t going to actually kill you or anything. Probably just wanted to scare you. He had always thought he was a lot more scary than he actually was. At least that's what your brain was telling you. Your heart had other plans. 

You watched from inside as Javi began to cross in front of you, for a good three seconds he stood directly ahead of you, facing you in the beams of the headlights. The sight made you shiver. He took a step out of the light. Taking a long deep breath to psych yourself up, after a short moment you opened your door. Javi placed his arm on the top of said door, leaning against it to watch you get out. 

You almost tripped, but Javi caught you by the arm and manhandled you to the front of his truck. Your eyes took a moment to adjust to the light, and when he turned you to face the hood it blinded you. 

The scrape of your shoes against the damp soil, the crunch of the leaves– it was pretty much all you could really register. The moon shone bright, shining through the trees, but your eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness. “These woods are fucking haunted.” A bug landed on the side of your face and you jumped, shaking your head and swatting it away. Javier laughed behind you and you rolled your eyes. “Ghosts the least of your worries right now, bunny .” 

“Fuckin gross.” He shook you by the arm, his voice now a tad bit more annoyed than it was a little earlier. “Oh really?” He pushed you against the hood of his car, your back now facing it. You couldn’t see his eyes, any part of his face at all, you could barely see anything. You wondered how he moved so confidently in the dark. He must have practice. 

“I ain’t sneakin’ out to be a slut every night.” His hands moved to grab your waist and your heart jumped. You swallowed, feeling more defiant yet sceptical by the second. “Sorry you’re not getting any, but it's not my fault, dirty old man.” Before you could even gauge his reaction your head was snapping to the side, a sharp burn spreading across your cheek as Javier’s hand made contact with your skin. 

“I'm not getting any?” he laughed, then took your face between his fingers and squeezed your cheeks together. You winced, and your vision got blurry. You felt your panties dampen embarrassingly. “I ain't the one lettin’ stupid boys rub up on me, bunny.” He shook your face gently, voice so seething and cruel you whimpered, somehow more desperate for him than you were before. 

“Desperate little slut.” He grabbed you by the shoulders and flipped you around, and promptly told you to “shut that whore mouth” when you screamed that he could fuck right off. His fingers left tender spots all over your arms and waist, and you winced when he manhandled you into bending over the hood of his car. 

He placed a hand on your back to press you down, the other held your waist in a death grip and you felt him press up against your ass. Your dress had ridden up, and surely left little to the imagination. The denim of his jeans rubbed against your upper thighs, and the tips of your shoes barely scraped the ground with how far up the hood of the car he had thrown you. You whimpered and he shushed you with a hand squeezing around your throat from behind. 

You knew you had to be unjustifiably wet by this point. You felt yourself throb when Javi put his hands under your dress and grabbed the waistband of your panties. He pressed his hips into yours and you felt his bulge through the fabric. 

The jingle of his belt sent a shiver down your spine, every hair on the back of your neck standing up at attention. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, still undecided about how exactly you felt about this entirely new development. 

Your heart jumped when he ran the leather across your skin, slowly, perhaps to catch you off guard when he finally struck you with it. You lurched forward, the pain so sharp a tear was quick to roll down your cheek. He struck you again, holding you down with his other hand. The sound of each slash, and your whines that followed echoed in the distance. 

“Think you’re fuckin cute, don’t you.” It was horribly embarrassing to be bent over the hood of his car, both palms on holding you up as best they could whilst he landed spank after spank on your bare ass. “Like bein a wild child?” Your scream echoed in the woods when his belt made sharp contact with your flesh. Your knees buckled but Javier's hand on your waist held you up before it was retreating to land another slap on your ass. Tears were dampening the neckline of your dress already, rolling down your neck and rendering you a bigger mess with every sharp spank of his belt. 

“Yeah? You get off on all those men touchin’ ya? Like being passed around like a cheap whore?” He gripped your hips so tight you didn’t even bother trying to wiggle out of his hold. “Should take ya to the office sometime, hand ya off to Steve, let him have some fun with you.”

You shook your head at that, there was only one man in the DEA offices you wanted, and unfortunately it wasn’t anybody that could actually be with. You clenched your thighs. 

“Knew you were a fuckin’ nasty little girl.” He wedged his hand between them, pushing them apart and slightly spreading your thighs. His fingers rubbed over your clothed cunt, your panties now damp from all that had ensued. You shivered, then pushed back against his digits. 

His fingers found your clit and you moaned. “Did ya cum?” he asked, referring to your little escapade at the bar. Suddenly, you were a whole lot less bold than you were a few moments ago, it wasn’t ideal to admit what you were going to, and it seemed almost impossible without sounding rather pathetic. 

He stopped moving his fingers and pinched the inside of your thigh. “Answer me.” You whispered a “no” bracing yourself for whatever embarrassing comment Javier was going to throw back at you in response. “Huh.. No one fucked this tight little snatch before? Savin’ yourself for me?” he ruminated on the thought, sounding far more pleased than you would have desired. He wasn’t exactly right, but he definitely wasn’t wrong either. 

When you remained quiet he leant beside your ear, lips ghosting the skin on your neck. “Hmm, that right? “Wish it was me instead of that stupid boy?” You groaned at his smug voice, then when his fingers slid under your panties and between your dripping folds. “Wished his finger’s were mine tonight, didnt you?” He cursed under his breath at how wet you were. “How many times d’you cum dreamin’ bout your stepdaddy fuckin your tight lil pussy…” 

“Haven’t” You pressed your face against the metal of his car, cheeks on fire at your admission. He remained silent behind you for a beat, then gently lifted you to press your back to his chest with a hand around your throat. He pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss against your neck, and the hand that was between your legs slid under your dress to plam your tit through your bra. “Ever?” 

You gasped as he pulled it down, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You shook your head and pressed back against his hard cock. The buckle of his belt dug into your skin and you could almost feel the sting against your ass once again. He pulled you impossibly closer to him, hand returning between your legs. 

He rubbed your clit in slow circles and then pushed two fingers into your entrance. “Full of surprises, aren't ya?” you gasped at the stretch, his fingers were surely far bigger than your own, or any others that had been anywhere near your pussy.  “don't blame ya’ bunny , nothing like the real thing, huh?” 

You bit your lip harder to keep from moaning, already far closer to finishing than you had ever been before, especially when he stroked your walls, mercifully scissoring you open in an uncharacteristic show of thoughtfulness. 

“So fuckin’ wet, bunny .” he curled his digits, reaching that sweet spot inside you as he thumbed your clit. You pushed back against him, feeling yourself continue to gush around his hand. “Gonna slide right in at this rate.” 

He yanked your panties down with so much force you heard a few stitches rip in the silence. Javier groaned, and you leaned back against him when his hand moved away from your pussy to slide his hard cock between your thighs, his hips flush against yours. He squeezed your tit in his palm as he pulled back a little, sliding against your swollen cunt again. 

You felt your arousal smear against your thighs. He muttered a strained “Can’t wait much longer, bunny” . You, yourself thought you might have gone crazy if he waited longer. He pulled his hips back again, notching the head at your entrance and pushing in in a single, slow thrust. 

You winced and then moaned, body unable to adjust to the sheer size of him so quickly, yet still hungry for more. You hadn’t felt quite so full ever before, you could feel his cock deep inside you. Your hand covered his on your chest and you mewled and whimpered when he moved his hips, replicating the sharp thrust again, and then again. 

It wasn’t long before he was pushing you back down against the hood of his car to get a better grip on your hips. He twisted your wrist as you reached out for him, holding both in one large palm as he found a steady rhythm. The almost unbearable stretch slowly melted away into a delicious, burning need, and in only a few moments you were pressing back against him, pleading for him to pick up his pace. 

“You rub your pretty little cunt thinking ‘bout my cock splitting you open?” You moaned a “yes” every part of your body now hot with need as he kept fucking into your warm, wet, heat. 

“How?” When you didn't answer he landed a spank to your ass, this time with his hand, and right over the spot his belt had left its sting on not so long ago. You yelped and surged forward. His hand on your hip pulled you back. You pulled yourself up, craving the heat of his chest against your back. 

“On my- oooh” your palm landed over his, fingers wrapping around one of his larger ones as you cut yourself off with a moan “On my pillow.” The memory made you throb harder, and the hand that was holding Javiers guided it away from your hip and closer to the cut of your thigh, craving the feel of his fingers on your clit. 

He squeezed the flesh of your thigh and chuckled, hot breath fanning against your now sweaty skin. “Thought as much. My little slut. Knew I heard ya..” he took your earlobe between his teeth for a moment, nipped and then licked a stripe up your neck “tryna make yourself cum. Couldn't figure it out yourself huh?” 

You shook your head. “horny little girl, need me to do everything for ya.” You had indeed, countless times rather ashamedly. The thought that he’d possibly heard you long enough for it to be a problem, had likely fucked your mother at the thought, wishing it was you under him in her stead was a thought that would live in your head for all eternity. 

He kissed your cheek, then pushed you back down. “S’why ya keep spreading your legs for the whole world huh?” He put a palm on the middle of your back, holding you down as he continued to thrust inside you. “Chasin’ cock all day long.”

“Can’t help this whore cunt huh? So desperate to cum.” holding yourself up on your forarms you raised your head, turning back to get a look at him fucking into your desperate pussy. 

“Knew it the moment I fuckin’ saw you. Dumb slut got nothing to her name besides this sweet pussy. No one taught ya any manners, how to be a good little girl.” His thumb brushed over the cut of your jaw, fingers squeezing your cheeks. His index and middle fingers swiped your lips, and they instinctively parted to let him push them in. You sucked and drooled around his digits, doing little to contain your moans as he continued to fuck you from behind. The taste of your arousal sat heady on your tongue. “Always knew ya wanted it, stupid little slut.”

“Runnin that whore mouth all day like you're payin’ for the house.” his hips snapped towards yours, his cock buried deep inside you. “But it aint your house, bunny .” With the way your tits were pressing against the smooth metallic finish of his stupid pickup truck you were sure they were going to leave a mark. 

You released his fingers with a pop, and he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you around, hurriedly tossing you onto the hood of his car till your feet were also planted firmly above the bumper. Before you could even register the movement he was slipping back inside you, you felt yourself pulse around his cock. You hoped and prayed no one was remotely near, your wailes and whines loud enough to travel far into the distance. 

“Get that in your fuckin’ head” He tapped his index gently against your temple and you nodded, frantically pleading yes after yes. You felt him throb inside you, each drag of his cock building the tension in your belly. You felt your pussy squeeze around him, and you wiggled your hips closer to chase the feeling. 

Your head turned side to side, your whole body buzzing at the heat between your legs. You don't think you’d ever felt anything like it. Sure, it felt good to touch yourself, but this, the feeling of his cock inside you, against your wet walls, it was entirely different. 

The tension only built in your hips, your skin erupting in goosebumps as you hurtled closer and closer to the edge. Your palms squeezed your breasts, seeking purchase on any part of your body. 

You lay your back down completely, watching the light hit him right in the face, falling against his features to create sharp lines of contrast. You’d take a good long look at him on top of you to save for later, but he was quickly pressing his lips to yours and your eyes fluttered shut. 

The weight of his body on top of yours was enough to make you cum on your own, but the feeling of his lips was what really did it. For how rough and quick he was splitting you open, his mouth moved gently against yours, his warm tongue parting your lips and gliding into your mouth. You moaned against him and he bit your lip, sensing how close you were. 

“Wanna see that face when you cum for me.”  his palm tilted your face upwards, and while the rest of his fingers continued to squeeze around your neck his thumb slipped between your parted lips. Instinctively, you closed your mouth around him, drooling and moaning around his thumb when he hit the sweet spot inside you over and over. Your pussy clenched around his cock and you tried to whimper his name. You felt another word bubble in your throat but you closed your lips around his digit to push it away. Your eyes fluttered shut at the intensity. 

“Cum for me, lil bunny” his words made you tumble over the edge, your cunt squeezing and gushing around his cock, your back arching off the hood of his car. His fingers squeezed around your neck, holding your face in place so he could get a good look at your eyes rolling back into your head. 

It was like a blackout, your ears rang so loud and your lips loosened around his thumb, going slack as you rode out your high. You felt him throb inside you at the sight. You felt the ache deep inside you, all the pleasure bursting in a single climactic second. Your lips fell slack around his fingers, whole body twitching at the sensation. 

Your climax set him off, and it wasn't long before he was burying himself inside your hot heat. His cock pulsed against your wet walls, painting your insides with his spend. He groaned and squeezed around your neck just a little harder. You sucked his thumb gently and heard him curse under his breath. You tried to keep your fluttering eyes on his face, watching intently as the aftershocks subsided and Javier's brows knit closer with his final few thrusts. 

After a few moments he stilled inside you, taking a moment to catch his breath. He pulled his thumb from your warm mouth to brush your bottom lip, then let his own lips take their place. You felt him pull out and you winced at the burn. He put both your legs up on his shoulders and leaned between your legs. 

You watched as his head disappeared between your legs to place a kiss to your inner thigh, and pull your panties back up your hips. You reached for him and he pulled you up to his chest. “Gotta clean up a lil bit, bunny..” he fixed your dress and lifted you off the hood and into his arms. “Ain’t nothing to worry about.” You already knew your painties were ruined for good with a red stain by that point. 

You rested your forearms on his shoulders, quite liking being held in his arms. “Knew you were always to much of a fucking perv to be a good cop.” He smacked your ass again for good measure and placed you on the ground. “You aint’ too much of a slut to fuck your stepdaddy aint it?” 

He stepped aside and you watched him do up his belt again, walking towards the driver's side of the car. You looked behind you and towards the expanse of the woods. The trees rustled, and you heard, presumably, the same owl hoot from the distance. A small crackle in the foliage had you swiftly walking to the passenger side and yanking open the door. You hopped inside and slammed it behind you. 

Javier was reaching in the glove box to stash away his gun. “Please” You swallowed, looking towards him. “Please just don’t tell her. She's going to have a freak out.”

Javi glanced at you momentarily, then murmured a dismissive “yeah yeah” as he started up the engine. That wasn't good enough for you. “Please, she’ll give me hell, I can’t deal with it.” You shook your head, then shifted in your seat. He muttered another “yeah”, checking his pockets for the keys to your front door. God forbid they slipped out while he was fucking your brains out. 

You turned towards him in your seat, both hands on the centre console. “Please.” Javier grabbed the keys, hooked them to his belt loop and dropped his head in a sigh. He turned towards you, taking a moment to reach over and buckle you into your seat. 

“‘Ain’t gonna tell, so stop askin’ before I change my mind.” He knew he didn’t need to ask you to keep your mouth shut– perhaps the most humiliating part of this all. 

“Okay.. yeah..”  The headlights flashed as you began your journey back home, the exhaustion of the day catching up with you. You sank back, twisting in Javi’s direction, now curled up in the seat. His eyes remained on the road ahead. “Don’t do this shit again.” 

“Just wanted some adventure.” your voice grew thick, and you yawned. “Next time ya want adventure watch a fuckin’ hitchcock film or something.” He reached out a hand to cup your cheek, engulfed it and patted it gently. 

”Ain't always gonna be there to save your ass, bunny.” 

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PART II

In between

What I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine

Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind

If I fear I'm losing you. it's just no good

You teasing like you do

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Could you do super cocky frat/college Lando? Y/N doesn't like him cuz of his attitude. But after lots & lots of flirting, she starts giving in to his charms (and hotness). He's a bit narcissistic, so when he knows she's in the palm of his hand, he has her undress him, making her feel and kiss his muscles, and then he has her get on her knees and kiss him through his underwear, and then he pushes his c*ock down her throat until she has tears in her eyes, and he's smirking and boasting non-stop, and he makes her admit how big he is and how good he tastes, and he makes her beg for his cum at the end 🤭

horny jail for you (trying some new formatting for this one) (i also changed the plot)

warnings: smut, oral (male!receiving), dominant lando, begging

they were supposed to meet in the library, half an hour ago. she sat there, book open, waiting for her. she had already taken time out of her day to tutor him, at her professors request, and he hadn't been bothered to show up.

five more minutes, and then she'd pack her things up and go.

that five minutes came and went. with a huff, she began packing up her things. she slipped her notebook into her bag and packed away all of the sparkly pens she'd gotten just for the situation.

and then he walked in. still in his gym clothes, face flush and skin sweaty, he walked towards her. "sorry, gorgeous," he said and sat down beside her. "got caught up at the gym."

his smile was so damn charming. that was how she'd gotten into this mess in the first place, wasn't it? agreeing to tutor him once he'd flashed her that dazzling grin. even now it had her knees buckling, would have had her on the floor if she wasn't already sitting down.

swallowing the lump in her throat, she pulled out her notebooks and work books again. "should we get started?"

his attitude was bad, there was no other way to put it. he was cocky and why wouldn't he stop flirting with her? well, she knew why he wouldn't stop flirting with her. he wanted her to write the essays for him and thought the flirting was the way to get her to do that.

he could tell how nervous he was making her, but she wasn't going to give him. "you can do it if you just try," she said, pen tapping against her hand. "i'll even check it over for you if you want."

that was a wrong move. she'd already done all she could aside from actually write the essay. she'd made him a plan, given him key words to include and set sections out into word counts.

"yeah?" he asked, lip between his teeth. "how about you come to mine tomorrow to check it over?"

go to his frat house. she couldn't imagine anything worse. but then he pouted and released an admittedly pathetic please, and she'd agreed.

for two days, she'd gotten on with her own work. she kept her head down and studied.

after those two days, she made her way to lando's frat house. she'd been there once before, at a party at the start of the year. her friend had gotten so damn drunk that she had to leave before anything 'fun' (fun by frat boy standards) could happen.

she stepped up to the door and knocked.

max verstappen pulled it open. his expression was perpetually grumpy, until he laid his eyes on her. his grin match that of a wolf as he took her in. "come on in," he said, stepping to the side.

she swallowed and obeyed. "i-i'm here for lando," she said, somewhat terrified under his gaze.

max folded his arms over his chest. "lando!" he shouted, head turned towards the stairs. "there's a little mouse here for you!"

little mouth. her face burned as she looked anywhere but at him. the frat house was gross, but that was expected. it was a stereotype of every college movie she'd watched before attending herself. empty pizza boxes all over the place and a tower of red, plastic cups in the middle of the living room.

from up the stairs, one of the doors open. she looked towards it, met lando's eye before he shouted, "send her up!"

"see you later, little mouse," max said and stepped out of her way. heart thundering in her chest, she started up the stairs, heading to the door lando was holding open.

his grin had her shying away. "little mouse, huh?" he asked, hand on her back as he pushed her into his bedroom. "i like it."

his gaze was like fire against her skin as he brought her to sit on his bed. once she was there, lando turned to his desk and turned on his laptop. "i didn't really know what i was doing with this one," he said and turned it on.

he pushed his chair back and gestured for her to come look. she did just that, leaned over his shoulder as he pulled up... a blank word document.

"shit, not that one," he said and opened another. this one had about two pages of text. it was small and not easy to read from her place leaning over him.

as if he could tell this, lando let out a huff. he grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his lap. "there," he said, voice holding an edge. "better?"

swallowing, she nodded. but there was no way she could concentrate with the way he was holding her hips. she tried, she really really tried, but lando moved his hands to her thighs.

that was too much. that had her squeaking and climbing off of his lap.

"what?" lando asked, as if he really didn't know. but his smirk said otherwise. "you don't like it when i touch you?"

she picked up her bag from the floor. "i'm going home," she said quickly.

but lando had strode across the room, shutting the door before she could. "oh, come on," he said, flexing slightly as he stood in front of her. "you're wound so tight, baby. don't you want someone to help... loosen you up?"

she swallowed when she looked at him. but when lando reached out and touched her, she didn't pull away. she didn't protest when he dropped her bags to the floor and when he stepped towards her. she didn't protest when he pushed off her cardigan and dipped his fingers into the waistband of her skirt.

his fingers grabbed the zip. he pulled it down slowly, giving her ample time to say no. but she didn't. "is this okay?" he asked, a moment of sweetness as he let her skirt fall to the floor.

she took a moment before she nodded. was it okay? he had a point when he said she was wound tight. so why not let him unwind her?

when she nodded, lando gripped the bottom of her skirt and pulled it over her her head.

this was happening. this was actually happening.

once he had her standing bare before him, her clothes and underwear discarded around the room, lando took her hands and pulled them towards his jeans.

he settled them over the button of his jeans. she got the hint and popped the button. She went to push them down, but lando tutted her. "ah, leave them on, gorgeous," he said and she did just that.

he had to take her hands again and reach them into his jeans, into his underwear. "on your knees, baby," he whispered and she sank down to her knees. she pulled him from his underwear.

his cock stood to attention in front of her. if she was any closer it would have slapped her in the face.

she wasn't a virgin, no, but this was oral. she wasn't used to giving oral, wasn't used to having something like this in her mouth. and, clearly, lando could tell.

he leaned over, gripped her cheeks until she parted her lips. "you look so pretty," he whispered. it wasn't exactly encouragement, but she wrapped her fingers around his base and moved forward, taking his lip between her lips.

as soon as she sat him in her mouth, lando threw his head back and let out a moan.

it was just small kitten licks at first. she was teasing him, she had to be, and lando hated it. he needed himself sheathed all the way in her throat.

his hips moved just a little bit and she was already gagging around him. god, it felt so damn euphoric. she unwrapped her fingers from around his cock and tried to settle on his hips, to push him back, but lando was so much stronger than her.

"relax your throat," he grunted and pulled back. this time when he moved his hips, he didn't move them as far. he settled on a steady rhythm, fucking into her mouth a little bit further each time.

but, each time her nose was buried in the curls at the base of his cock, she pulled back, messing up his rhythm. lando leaned over, gathered up her hair as best as he could, and held her still.

it was messy, spit covering her face as he fucked into her mouth. but she was loving that, the damp between her thighs told her that much. each time the tip of her cock hit the back of her throat, she moaned around him.

"there you go, gorgeous," he grunted, speeding up slightly. "told you that you needed loosening up." he pulled on her hair, pulling her off of his cock. "go on, tell me how much you like it. fucking beg for it, baby."

at first, she just made a desperate whine and tried to move forward. but lando held her steady, wouldn' t her go until she admitted just how much she loved it. it was so shameful, having to beg for his dick, knowing the entire frat house could hear it.

his pace was brutal until his hips stuttered and he let out a moan, spilling down her throat.

he pulled back, but she chased after him, not letting his cock leave her lips until he coated her tongue. "holy fuck," he gasped when she let him go, showing him the site of his seed on her tongue.

she swallowed it.

requests closed for everyone but frat!lando (pls someone give me an excuse to write frat!lando x reader x frat!max)

[mandiemegatron]

ʟᴀᴡ x ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ; (ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ, ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ɢ/ɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ; 18+ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ᴅᴇᴀʟꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴀʀꜱᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏɴᴄᴏɴ ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪꜱᴍ (ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ🤭) ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ.

You couldn't help yourself.

Every time Law's face burned at your flirty words, a warmth settled in your lower belly. You were determined to make it burn like an out of control fire.

“What brings you by? You alright?”

You had just stepped into his office, a certain look in your eyes as you asked him, “Are you aware of how handsome you are?”

There's a choked sound from Law as his pen scratches across the page he was currently scribbling away on. An incredulous look washes over his face as he somehow gets out,

“Somewhat inappropriate to say to your Captain, you think?”

Your grin and roll your eyes, stepping closer to his desk as that familiar burn settles on his cheeks. Unhindered by his hat, you took in every angle on his face and you couldn't help but reply with, “Doesn't mean it's not true.”

You both stare each other down for a good moment before you finally ask what you'd been meaning to for ages.

“... Were you serious about never having a blow job before?”

Laws face burns bright red and he's quick to retort something, his brows furrowed as fury rises in his chest but you cut him off with a simple,

“I only ask because I'd love to show you what it's like.”

His voice cracks as the words fail him, that same incredulous look returning on his reddened face as he bites out,

“Again, an inappropriate thing to say-”

“Are you saying you're not interested?”

You can tell by how he shuffles slightly in his chair that he's probably hard as a rock in those spotted jeans, the way his eyes avert yours as he mulls over your words.

“I…”

You cross your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at him as you wait for him to figure his thoughts out.

“... it wouldn't be right.” He murmurs, though you can see the words taste bitter on his tongue.

He wants it just as much as you.

“Law.”

His eyes flickered back to yours, a slightly kind look in them at you calling his name.

“Y/N.”

You give him a slight grin as you make your way to him, turning his chair to the side so you could fall to your knees between his now parted legs. You were correct, his pants barely contained his cock and you sucked in a breath at seeing it twitch in his jeans. You laid your palms flat on his thighs before looking back up at him, knowing your pupils were just as wide as his were.

“If at any point you want me to stop, promise me you'll say something.”

He says nothing, just nods dumbly as your hands slowly slide up his thighs. One of your hands stops and covers over his bulge, your thumb teasing and just barely pressing into his thick cock and your stomach flips at the soft, unhindered whimper that leaves him.

“Mm… I knew it was big,” you murmured mostly to yourself, though you could tell by the way his cock throbbed in your palm that he heard you loud and clear.

You painstakingly slowly undid the button and pulled down the zipper, watching as his boxer covered cock bobbed out from behind the zipper. His underwear was already spotted with precum, which you couldn't help but tease a thumb over one particularly dark spot, knowing his tip laid just under it.

A low groan left him at the feeling, his hips twitching up slightly as you leaned down and locked the tip of your tongue over the spot.

“You want more?” You asked, sparing him a glance as you tugged but didn't pull down his boxers.

“...”

You pull your hand away with a sigh and Law is quick to beg softly,

“Yes-yes, I want more, please don't stop,”

You grin to yourself before finally freeing his cock from his confines, a little moan leaving you at the sight. Thick, slightly curved and a few shades lighter than the rest of him, with a trimmed bush and happy trail that sent shivers over your entire body.

You took his cock in your hand and immediately licked a long, slow stripe up the underside. He inhaled sharply, his hands gripping his armrests tightly as the tip of your tongue teased over his weeping slit. You slowly danced your tongue around his tip, bringing it into your lips and giving a testing suck and you were pleased when one of his tattooed hands went to your head, fingers tangling into your hair.

You didn't read him any longer, finally pulling him into your mouth little by little with a small moan. When your nose met his trimmed pubes, you swallowed thickly and moaned around him when his fingers tightened in your hair.

“M-more,” he begged you softly, his chest heaving slightly in pure extacy.

You easily obliged.

Immediately bobbing your head up and down his shaft, you hollow your cheeks as you sucked, your other hand moving to cup and gently fondle his balls which pulled a low, chest rumbling moan from him. You could tell he was already close by the way he twitched and how his breath hitched in his throat, soft groans and hums leaving him as you pulled him closer and closer to the edge.

You glance up to see his eyes screwed shut, an almost pained look on his face as he fought back the urge to spill down your throat right then and there. His fingers tug and pull your hair, not painfully but more so to ground himself, though he's unaware of how the motions soak your underwear.

You pull your mouth off him to look up at him, your hand giving a few thick pumps as you moan out,

“You gonna cum for me, Law?”

His eyes snap open to see you staring up at him and he can only nod quickly a few times, worried he'd fall over the edge if he spoke.

You grinned and right before pulling him back into your mouth, you demanded,

“Cum for me.”

With a harsh suck and a slight grip to his balls, his head throws back with a shout of pleasure and he cums, hard, filling your mouth with his thick essence though you swallow it down with a hidden gag.

When you're sure you've sucked him dry, you pull away and look up at him with a self-pleased grin, gently rubbing your palms over his thighs in a soothing motion.

“Did you enjoy that?”

Law feels like a wet noodle in his chair, only able to focus on his breathing as one of his hands moves to rest over his rapidly beating heart. It's a few moments before he finally looks down at you, his cheeks still tinted pink as he barely gets out,

“You're too good at that.”

You can't help but laugh, tucking some stray hair behind your ear with a cheeky,

“I'm glad you think so.”

You get off the floor and pat at your knees, wiping off nonexistent dust and right as you open your mouth, you hear,

“Holy shit.”

Both your heads whip to the door and your eyes widen as you take in an incredibly flustered Shachi and Penguin. Judging by the bulges in their boiler suits, they'd been standing there quite some time.

“So when's our turn?!” Shachi asks loudly, a nosebleed beginning to drip down his nostrils. With a panicked shout, Law activates a Room and Shambles them both into another area of the ship, both your wide eyes taking in the mop and broom that snap out of thin air and hit the ground where they were standing.

“.... you didn't lock the door?”

Your lips purse to the side for a moment before you anxiously chuckle out,

“Oops?”

Two weeks later, you had just gotten out of the shower after finishing bathroom duty for the 13th day in a row. Sitting at one of the two hair dryers, you were in the middle of brushing your hair when you suddenly heard,

“I'd like to think you've learned your lesson.” Your head whips up to see Law towering over your sitting form, his arms crossed and head tilted slightly as he takes in the similar position you're in from before.

You go to answer when he cuts you off, a wicked grin on his lips as he muses,

“Though I think you'd learn your lesson better in my office. With the door locked, of course.”

You can't help but grin back as you're suddenly Shambled away from the bathroom.

[chaconnehoonie]

Hai hai new here ! Loved your puppy Jake and was just wondering if you could do one about sunghoon and reader ice skating date? But ~freaky~ hehehe maybe reader is wearing a vibrator or plug while skating? all those falls on her ass really getting hoonie worked up? Locker room quickie mayhaps 🤭 Can’t wait to see what you do with this one >_< tyyy in advance

- 🩰

Thank you for this 🖤can’t wait to get more anons 🥹

Smut warnings: public sex, choking, cursing, Sunghoon controls reader’s vibrator

MDNI!

After three years of dating, most couples would find themselves bored with their sex lives. You and Sunghoon are not most couples.

Since day one, it’s like you both clicked with your shared interests, some about casual things like hobbies and music tastes, most like sexual preferences and kinks. Last week he let you handcuff him to the bed and use bondage whips on him—only if he got to choose your punishment today.

That’s how you found yourself squeezing his hand tight enough you’re afraid you might break one of his fingers, but you’re more worried about the orgasm you’re trying to hold in.

Today, Sunghoon decided he wanted to take you on your annual date at the ice skating rink, only this time you’re struggling to stay upwards on the ice with a vibrator in your panties. It seems cliche, having your boyfriend control your vibrator in public and watching you try to hide the fact that you’re on the brink of an orgasm. But to Sunghoon, this is one of the dirtiest things you’ve done together.

You’re sliding around on this ice, somewhere he’s been skating and practicing at for years, holding his hand with bright red cheeks? And you expect him not to add a little jump in the vibrations? Of course he has the vibrator connected to his phone, he loves watching you squirm and shake every time he draws new shapes and doodles onto his screen. The remote control is too obvious anyway.

Hot and heavy in his pants, he doesn’t even check his suroundings every time he reaches into his jeans to fix his bulge. He’s cocky, sure, but he knows you love it. He knows you love when he can’t control himself and pulls you into random places to lift up your skirt and shove his face between your thighs, or pushes you against a wall to hump against your backside resulting in a sticky messy in his underwear.

It seems with how you’re holding him so tight and letting shaky breaths out every few seconds, he has you right where he wants you. “Hoon…” you tug at his sleeve, “Hoonie, I can’t.” He looks down at you, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek while the other draws hearts onto his phone screen. “It’s okay, baby.” He whispers against your lips, his nose gently rubbing against yours domestically. “Let it go, for me.”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut as you relax and let your orgasm wash over. It hits harder than you expected, letting out a whimpered shout as your legs fail to hold you up, landing on your ass flat against the freezing ice. Sunghoon groans, watching how your skirt flows around your butt and thighs perfectly sculpting your figure. “Fuck.” He leans down, picking you up by your waist to stand you back on your feet, just to drag you out of the ice rink and towards the locker rooms.

You already know what’s coming when he leads you inside, heading straight to his locker and opening it up to grab his spare key. Does the owner of the rink know Sunghoon has a copy of the locker room key? No. But he’s been skating here for years, he might as well, right?

Locking the door from the inside, he turns around to face you, pupils wide with lust and lips bitten raw and red. “Come here.” His voice is low, offering you a hand to take in your own. You gently place your palm in his, gasping when he tugs you towards his body, spinning around so your back hits the wall. He’s thoughtful even in times like these, keeping a hand behind your head so you don’t knock it against the wall. His lips are relentless though, immediately pressing them to yours in a harsh kiss, the movement of his lips communicating his need.

“I need these off. Now.” He separates the kiss to pull your panties down, still holding eye contact even as he uses his middle finger to spread your arousal around your wet hole. You attempt to do the same to him, struggling to unbuckle his belt when he easily slides his finger into your heat. He chuckles at your reaction, thrusting his finger a few times before pulling it back out and freeing himself of his own jeans and boxers.

Pulling you back into a kiss, his tongue wraps around yours, sucking and sliding, moaning at the taste of your lips. He slaps one of your thighs, grabbing your leg by your knee to hoist it against his hip, leaving your other leg to hold yourself up.

You part from his lips, looking down to watch as he rubs himself against your bare pussy, his tip leaking and sticky, his precum and your slick making it easy for him to slide right into you. Your head falls forward against his shoulder, biting onto the fabric of his thick coat to muffle your moans.

There’s a lewd squelch when he bottoms out, cock snug against your walls and balls pressed tightly against your ass it’s almost painful. He pulls out to the tip, rubbing himself against one once more, the head of his cock kissing your clit with each slide against you.

He’s insatiable though, unable to hold himself back from sliding back into you with one hard thrust. It’s painful, but the pain so, so good it has you going cross eyed and seeing stars. Your leg that’s around his hip is tense, toes curling when he starts to thrust, harshly poking your cervix with each push of his hips.

“Hoon! Oh-God.” You moan into his neck, your breath hot against his cool skin, sending shivers thrughout his body and heightening the pleasure. “Yeah.” He lets out a strangled groan, “Take it.” You nod aggressively, kissing and sucking on the skin across his neck and collarbone, biting hard enough to leave teeth marks for days.

He loves it though, speeding up his hips and using both hands to grab your ass, spreading your buttcheeks and pulling you against him. He pushes and pulls your body in rhythm with his thrusts, the sounds of skin slapping and heavy breathing echo throughout the empty room, surely loud enough to alert anyone passing by or even attempting to come in.

Letting go of one cheek, he uses his empty hand to wrap his fingers around your throat, squeezing tight enough to cut off just the right amount of air to have you cumming undone around him. Your walls are suffocating, his cock struggling to fight off his own orgasm as your insides massage him and coat his length in cum.

Without warning, his hips slow down as he releases, warm spurts of cum filling your cunt, dripping onto the floor underneath your bodies.

He pulls out slowly, kissing your forehead gently as he helps you lower your leg to stand on again. Even in the roughest sessions he makes sure to care for you not only during but after sex too. He stuffs his softening cock into his boxers, clumsily fixing his jeans back onto his hips before bending over to pick up your panties, along with your vibrator.

“Put these back on, we’re not done.” His voice is deep, almost taunting while he tries to hide an excited smirk. Almost immediately, he pulls out his phone and turns on the vibrator, drawing a few shapes and you know you’ve got a long night ahead of you.

[writingforstraykids]

Keep it together

Pairing: Chan x femReader

Word Count: 2199

Summary: You come back to an empty home, overwhelmed after a shitty day. Once Chan's there he makes sure to take care of you.

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, cuddles, emotional hurt!comfort

A/N: My dear friend and editor Miya @miyaluvvsyou wrote this beautiful comfort fic for Channie, trying to make me believe that it's "just a lil sth and probably not good"...please, help me prove her otherwise🤭🖤

Pushing the front door to your home open, you drag your tired body inside and let it slam shut behind you, ignoring the sound that normally makes you flinch. You slide off your shoes, drop your bag and keys on the nearby table, and take off your jacket to hang it up on the hook next to the door. You turn towards your living room, taking a few steps into your home. The air is still, silence clouding the air as you realize no one is home besides you. The sunlight peaks through your windows, and subtlety illuminates the space just enough to see the features of your home. 

You walk past the living room and towards the stairs to your bedroom, stripping the clothes from your body in the process. As you reach your bedroom, you drop your clothes in the laundry basket by the door and head into the master bathroom, leaving the door open. Standing in front of the sink, you look into the mirror and you inhale a shaky breath, exhaling as you examine your features while only standing in your bra and panties. 

Your hair, now frizzy and all over the place from its neat style this morning, is the first thing you see. The dark circles resting under your eyes threaten to deepen with one more sleepless night. Your eyes were red and puffy from rubbing them all day, also ruining your makeup you put effort into this morning. Your skin was slightly paler than normal. As you take in the sight, tears begin to brim your eyelids, and you take a shaky, deep breath to center yourself. You were drained in every sense of the word, and it was very apparent in your appearance, though you tried to hide it. 

And all you wanted was him.

A tear escaped and rolled down your face, but you wiped it away quickly with a sniffle. Moving towards your shower, you turn on the hot water and let the steam envelop the room for a couple of minutes while you continue wiping away the tears still escaping your eyelids. 

Keep it together just enough to shower. Wash the day away, and you will be fine…

You repeat the same words in your head as you strip from your underwear and step into the scalding water, letting it welcome you with a deep sigh. You try not to waste any time and energy getting to work on washing your body. With every scrub of the soapy cloth, you imagine every single worry and inconvenience from the week being taken away. But no matter how hard you scrub, your mind can’t seem to relax. The flowing hot water only giving you temporary relief from the icy atmosphere in your mind. And you can’t stay in the shower forever, as much as you want to sink down to the floor and let the water consume you. You resist the urge and continue cleaning your body until you’re satisfied. 

Finishing your shower and getting out, you wrap a towel around your body and walk back to the bedroom. Grabbing your lotion, you sit at the edge of the bed and moisturize your body as you get lost in your thoughts again, staring at the floor and spacing out. Your body moves on autopilot, making sure to cover every inch of skin with the sweet-scented lotion as you’ve done countless times before. If anyone were to walk in, they would think you’re just doing your normal routine. But they’d have no idea of the depressive storm brewing in your head.

Keep it together. You’ll be under the covers and away from the world soon…

As you continue your routine on autopilot, you tug one of his t-shirts over your head, slip on a pair of panties, and sit on your side of the bed, facing the window. Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply and hold it in. The tears that were in your waterline begin to slide down your cheeks. You exhale shakily, and before you can stop it, the tears fall faster. You begin to cry, feeling your mind and body give in to the breakdown you have been avoiding all day. As your sobs get louder, your body slides down onto the floor, leaning back against the bed, and your hands reach up to cover your face. You cry your heart out, trying to keep your heart from racing out of your chest. 

You don’t hear Bang Chan come home almost an hour later. He’s humming to himself as he closes the door, guiding it so it won’t slam, and puts his keys in the bowl on the table. As he takes his shoes off, he notices yours and smiles to himself, putting his bag next to yours. “(Y/N), I’m home, love!” He calls out to you. Taking off his hoodie and hanging it next to the door, he turns towards the living room, expecting to see you. 

But he’s met with nothing but the still silence of the home. There weren’t any lights on, just the few rays of sunlight coming through the window. There wasn’t any movement coming from the kitchen. As he walked further in, he noticed the tv wasn’t on either, couch unoccupied. 

“(Y/N)? Are you home, baby?” Chan called out again, his eyebrows raised as he awaits for a response. But none came, and he frowned. 

Strange.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, he opens it and calls your phone, listening to the ringing. A couple of seconds later, he hears the vibration from your phone and looks around to locate the sound. He follows the vibration back to your purse, where he sees your ringing phone with his name on the screen. He looks around once more before ending the call. He softly hums and begins to make his way upstairs, 2 steps at a time. Maybe you were in the bathroom or in the shower.

Chan notices the bedroom door open and looks inside, standing in the doorway. His eyes scan the room before he sees the top of your head poking out from your side of the bed. He exhales with a small smile and slowly walks in, trying not to make noise to surprise you. But his smile fades as he gets closer to you and hears your small sniffles. Are you crying?

“Baby?” Chan speaks gently to get your attention. Your head snaps up to meet his gaze, and his heart drops at the sight. You’re sitting on the floor in his t-shirt, one shoulder exposed and crossed legged. Your eyes are bloodshot red and puffy, tears flowing. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you sniffle but struggle to breathe. My poor baby..

He’s kneeling down in front of you not even a second later, his hands cupping your cheeks and wiping away your tears with his thumbs. “(Y/N) what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did something happen?” Chan rattles out questions as he closely examines your body. You shake your head and sniffle, more tears flowing from your eyes. 

“C-Chan I-“ You struggle to get out between sniffles. You put your hands over his and close your eyes. He leans forward and kisses your nose softly, then your forehead, and finally pecks your lips so delicately. It causes you to still, taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent. It calms you enough to finally open your eyes and meet his gaze. 

He looks at you with a pained expression and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs gently. “What’s wrong, princess? What’s upsetting you, hm?” He asks sincerely. Chan hated seeing you upset, especially if he’s the one that causes it. But since he’s just gotten home, he doesn’t think he might be the cause this time. 

“I don’t k-know, but hold me p-please” You whimper and wrap your arms around his neck. Chan sits back against the wall and pulls you into his lap, holding you close to his chest as he rubs your back. You bury your face in his neck and sniffle, trying to steady yourself in his arms. 

Chan rubs soothing circles on your back and shushes you softly. You instinctively pull him impossibly closer, taking deep breaths. “It’s okay, babygirl. I’m right here. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” You nod at his words. “We can sit here as long as you’d like, okay?”

“O-okay Channie.” You whisper into his neck, steadying your beating heart as you find comfort in his arms. 

The two of you sit like that for 2 hours. Once your sniffles died down and the tears stopped flowing, you curled up in Chan’s lap, subconsciously trying to shrink yourself. He continued to rub your back while planting soft kisses on your head every now and then. He even started to hum one of your favorite songs to help steady your heartbeat. He didn’t complain about being on the floor for so long, he just wanted you to be okay. Once the silence was in the air long enough, he spoke up. “How ya feeling, love?”

“I’m okay…” You shyly reply, shifting a little in his lap. “I’m sorry I couldn’t-“ You begin to try explaining yourself, but Chan interrupted you almost immediately. 

“Shh hey, don’t apologize to me. My concern is you, no matter what.” He looks into your eyes as he speaks reassurance to you, letting the hand that’s not rubbing your back gently caress your face. “If you’re not ready to talk about it, it’s okay. I won’t pressure you.”

You nod and your eyes flutter as he leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead. With a sniffle, you begin to speak. “I just had a really tense work week and once I got home, my body just…broke down. It’s just been so-“ The tears begin to rim around your eyes as you explain, and you take a pause to take a deep breath. Chan notices and kisses your forehead, running a gentle finger underneath your eyes to wipe away your tears. You take his hand and look into his eyes. “Thank you, Channie.” You speak lowly, but sincerely. 

“Don’t thank me, it’s my job to make sure you are okay baby.” He speaks softly with a smile. You match the small smile resting on his face and nod. “Do you wanna sit here for a little longer still?”

“Can we lay in bed and cuddle? You’re probably uncomfortable from sitting like this for a while. Especially with me sitting on top of you.” You give him an apologetic look, while an adorable pout rests on your lips.

Chan shakes his head. “You know I’ll never complain when you’re sitting on my lap, princess.” He says, wiggling his eyebrows. You gasp softly and slap his shoulder playfully, smiling as he giggled. “But we can lay down and cuddle baby, whatever you want.” He chuckles and kisses you. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and moving to straddle his lap. He wraps his arms around your legs and stands up with ease, causing a squeal to leave your lips in the middle of the kiss. He chuckles and kisses you again as he takes a few steps towards the bed and lays you on your back. 

You keep your arms around his neck and wraps your legs around his waist to keep him close. He smiles and kisses your forehead and cheeks, going back to your lips for a soft peck. You whine softly and try to connect your lips again, but he pulls back just enough to be out of reach, a grin that flashes his dimples rests on his lips. “Channieee” 

“Uhn uhn, cuddling only princess. That’s what you asked for.” He raised an eyebrow, still grinning. 

You sigh and pout at him. “Just a little kiss?” You give him the best boba eyes you can manage. 

But he doesn’t crack, giving your pouty lips a quick peck before he playfully slaps your thigh. “There’s your kiss. Now get under the covers while I change my clothes.” He says, giggling at your stunned face from his movement. He gives you one more small peck before standing up and going into that closet to change. You smile to yourself and crawl under the covers, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. 

Chan comes out of the closet in a pair of sweatpants but his chest bare. He climbs into bed and underneath the covers, pulling your body close to his. You lay your head on his chest and intertwine your legs, feeling safe and sound in his arms. He kisses your temple and smiles. “I love you darling.”

“I love you more, Channie. So much more.” You speak, placing a kiss on his chest and smiling to yourself. You turn on Netflix and you watch that K-Drama you both have been waiting to watch, feeling that much needed peace you craved just hours ago. 

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[starryjake]

ever since tate mcraw dropped sports car, the line that goes "you could do it on your own while youre lookin at me" just SCREAMS mutual masterbation with k

k just bleeds sensuality and confidence when in an intimate relationship that just makes you also wanna be as sensual and confident, and what better way to test that then to watch each other get off before k just slams into you whispering you how proud of you he is and that you did so good for him

<3 🎨

🤭🤭🤭🤭delicious.

i agree that he bleeds sensuality and confidence, and therefore he feels completely comfortable and shameless jerking off in front of you. in fact, he likes being watched by you and seeing how you blush just from him stroking his cock.

“you should do it too,” he’d suggest, eyeing the empty spot on the bed. “it’d be fun.”

you remained in your spot, standing a few feet away from the bed. he wanted you to touch yourself? right in front of him? just the thought alone embarrassed you.

yet he wasn’t embarrassed at all. he was moaning carelessly as he sexily dragged his fist up and down his length.

“c’mere,” he urged, sensing your shyness. “don’t be nervous.”

you shakily walked over and sat on the bed with him. he smiled a little at your evident nervousness, finding you cuter than ever.

“take your clothes off for me, baby,” he said. “it’s okay, i’m right here.”

maintaining eye contact with him, you slowly peeled your shirt up and over your head, followed by your pants and underwear, which left you completely bare in front of him.

“now touch your pretty pussy for me,” he commanded. “i know you want to, angel. i can see how wet you are.”

you were positive your face was the brightest shade of red. despite the level of embarrassment you were at, you were also beyond aroused. you needed to touch yourself.

watching k stroke himself, you brought your hand down to your pussy, rubbing your clit and immediately moaning at the relief your fingers provided. k watched you with dark eyes, feeling his cock twitch in his hold.

you couldn’t keep your eyes open after a few minutes, the pleasure too overcoming. k, however, couldn’t blink because he didn’t want to miss a moment of the sight of you touching yourself.

he could tell you were getting close by the way your legs started shaking, your body twitching slightly.

you flinched, your eyes flying open at the feeling of his hands suddenly on your skin. he laid you down onto your back, spread your legs, and slid his cock inside you with ease.

“you did so good for me,” he whispered, kissing your forehead as he thrusted. “you feel amazing. nice and warm for me, hm?”

“please,” you cried out.

he smiled, intertwining your hands together.

“i’ve got you, sweetheart,” he assured. “i’m so proud of you for doing so good. i’ll let you cum for being such a good girl.”

needless to say, you were gushing around his cock in minutes.

[hijackalx]

Question for Astarion, Gale, and Gortash (might be considered a headcanon ask maybe?) How would they react to seeing their sweetheart in the Wavemother's Robes?

LETS DO THIS BABEYYYY !!!!!!

GN!reader

NSFW BELOW

let’s set the scene. i’m imagining like……. a ball or a party or something 💃💃🪩

GORTASH

this man has no shame like he does not give a SHIT who is watching he will want to fuck right then and there. honestly loves showing you off so you wearing something revealing/flattering is a plus to him. ALTHOUGH he is SO obnoxious with his PDA and will be touching you all over. mostly to make everyone else jealous 🤭 you’re his arm candy for sure

he loves how the robe accentuates your shape. also the little back window omg DON’T let this man see back dimples he turns into a wild animal. he catches glimpses of your back whenever he can and always rests his hand in that spot when you’re standing together. definitely thinks about fucking you from behind while you’re wearing it

you will eventually disappear together because he couldn’t wait any longer (he has two seconds of patience). will probably fuck you over a table in a secluded room or something, throwing the back of the dress up or to the side so he can easily slip inside you. while you’re fucking he’ll tell you how everyone thinks you’re a whore or a slut for wearing something like that (endearingly)

ASTARION

SO much obvious staring. i feel like he’ll glance at your body when he knows you’ll see just to get you flustered. will also make comments like “darling, did you dress up for me?” and give soooooo much praise on how you look. LITERALLY never-ending praise. and it also progressively gets hornier LMAO you WILL feel like he wants to eat you up

OBSESSED with how it exposes your chest/stomach. and the little peeks of collarbone too UGH GOD THE COLLARBONES !!!!!!! gets turned on thinking about covering the area in hickeys/bite marks so that the next time you wear it everyone knows you’re his

he’s pretty patient with it and waits until the night is over to finally fuck you. he mostly just thinks it’s funny to get you wound up throughout the night with his dirty talk and then make you wait LMAO asshole. but anyway, when he lays you down he’s definitely going to be “scolding” YOU for teasing HIM all night 😭😭😭

GALE

MY SWEET BOY IS LITERALLY A FLUSTERED STUTTERING MESSSSS !!!!! his cheeks turn red and everything. anybody remember his reaction to you wearing haarlep’s clothes? it’s basically like that LMAO like he can’t look at you at all without thinking about all the things he wants to do to you— but that’s not very gentlemanly of him so he’s a little embarrassed by it 😹😹

he’s particularly interested in your exposed hips……… or more so how he can tell you’re not wearing underwear. he fantasizes about wrapping his arms around you from behind and slipping a hand underneath the robe to get you off with his hand/fingers

if you tease him at all or flaunt your figure because you know he’s watching his restraint will SHATTER. even if you’re in the middle of talking to someone he’s taking you by the hand to lead you somewhere private. sooo much dirty talk like he will tell you EVERY SINGLE THING he’s thought about doing to you. IN DETAIL

[vivvangel]

earned it | jake sim.

viv's note 💌: i'm so fucking pissed at tumblr, so sorry you req got deleted anon! anon who requested "jake fucking you in a dim light, red room with either the weeknd, drake or chase atlantic playing", this is for u! also part two? 👀 lmk.. 🤭

synopsis: jake being a hot menace, that's it. › pairings & contents: hard!dom jake x fem reader. smut!!! ✧ warnings: jake is mean kinda, pussy slapping, orgasm denial (?), fingering (F receiving), the weeknd's music is playing in the background, mentions of LED lights, degrading, nicknames such as slut, and baby.

🫧 earned it (fifty shades of grey), often, angel, & prisoner by the weeknd

you often found yourself wondering how your boyfriend could be so sweet. how is someone that fine AND sweet? and that's exactly what you were wondering as you laid on his chest, your red LEDs making the room feel rather sensual. almost as if to make things worse, earned it by the weeknd was playing, jake absolutely loved the weeknd and you occasionally found yourself bopping your head to his music too.

you and jake were comfy, jake scrolling on tiktok and his other hand rubbing your thigh slowly. little did he know that it was giving you a thousand butterflies, and lowkey turning you on. just when you thought it was only you, you felt something almost poking your back, you looked up at jake with a confused expression, but before you could say anything — jake's hand slid onto your lower hip, rubbing it with a smirk on his pretty devious face.

"jake.." you bit your lower lip, almost as if you were nervous about what he'd do, even though this same scenario took place several, several times. "mind sitting on my cock, pretty?" jake blurts out, and you swear you felt your jaw drop. it wasn't like you were gonna refuse him, so you hesitantly nod, your hands in a frenzy as they go up to his pants, unzipping and pulling them down — and of course he wasn't wearing boxers, classic jake. his tip leaked with precum, and it looked...angry. jake's cock was so fucking pretty, you lost all sense of self control and respect when you saw it — and he knew that, very well.

"she asks me if I do this everyday, i said often"

"actually baby, lay down" he says softly, but it sounds like an order and you don't feel like being a brat today, so you comply, laying down on your back, jake sits up, his eyes basically fucking you before he slides down your trousers. when his eyes meet your drenched panties, he scoffs. "spread your legs slut, that’s it, no, wider.” he commands and you spread yours legs are far apart as you could, making him grin. "such a pretty pussy, my little slut to ruin, mhm? aren't you?" he says in a husky, low tone and all you could do was nod repeatedly. "words, slut" he hisses and you breathed out a "yes.. jake.. all yours to ruin,, please-- please touch me"

if it was even possible, his devilish grin grew wider. "good girl", he praises and it goes straight to your core, the wet patch on your underwear more evident than ever. he slides your panties off you, groaning at the sight of your dripping cunt. "holy shit.."

jake slaps your cunt and you almost flinch, he's never done that before. he starts rubbing your clit gently, "did it hurt, pretty? and you nod pathetically. jake slid his fingers inside of you, immediately finding your g-spot, but instead of massaging it with his fingers, he slides his fingers out, making you whine. he slapped your pussy one more, and then another time. "if it hurts, why do you keep getting so wet?", you couldn't explain why it aroused you even more, and your lack of response made him slide his fingers in again, and when he found that sweet spot again, you were a moaning, verge of tears, mess on his fingers.

"jakey, 'm gonna cum, c-can i cum, please?" you ask, and you're met with another slap on your pussy, making you moan out. "not until i tell you to, slut"

[1binkiss]

20 with bsf!anton please 🤭

20. 'you're so cute, but that's not how you do it' + Anton

pairing: bsf!anton + reader

warning: smut, masturbation

you were at your Anton's place,. You have known anton for years now, and you two got along very well. both of you were sitting on his couch, each looking at their own phone when a random though popped in your mind.

'can guys squirt or something similar like women do?'

since you always used to ask those kinds of questions or bring up random conversation topics, Anton wasn't surprised. he just laughed and looked at you.

'i dont know y/n, i never thought about it'

'but it has to be posible right? i have to try it someday…'

'y/n, u are a virgin. you didn't even touched a guy's hand' Anton said, teasing you

'but i know how to do it, i watched a lot of videos…' you murmured while looking at your phone

'yeah, right' anton said in a sarcastic way

when you heard him you put your phone away and looked at him. he knew how competitive you were, and also how much you hated when somebody didn't believe you.

'are you saying i can't do it?'

Anton looked at you while smiling, he loved to tease you so he nodded a few times.

'i can prove it'

'dont talk nonsense, how you wanna prove it?'

'let me prove it Anton' you said putting your hand in his thight.

what were you even thinking? Anton looked at you in disbelief, he also loved being right so he just nodded.

'ok, show me how ''good'' you do it'

you started unzipping his pants and when you looked at his underwear you froze, what was happening? how did you even get there. and the most important thing, what were you going to do? you really didn't know what to do. when you heard Anton chuckle you came back to your senses. just do what you saw in the videos.

you hand slipped under Anton's underwear, meeting with his cock. your eyes met his when you touched him, he was serious now. probably he didn't know you were going to reach this far, so he was now kind of nervous too.

you finally slipped out his underwear, and there you were, with you best friend's cock in your hand. and to be honest it surprised you how big it was. you cleared your throat and then started to move your hand in a very clumsy way, eventhough you were doing with the greatest confidence in the world. Anton looked at you and chuckled.

“you’re so cute, but that’s not how you do it” he grabbed your hand and put it in the right way, guiding the movement with his own hand.

you looked at him. his cheeks were red and he was looking down, looking how your hand moved against his cock. you were moving your hand the way he told you when you heard a little whine come out of his mouth. finally you smiled; 'i think you are enjoying, aren't you?'

[havensins]

ahhh ! I’m so glad your asks are back <33 hope you’re not being stressed out by too much!

perv!peter finding a piece of your clothing, he’s hesitating to follow his filthy thoughts but when he takes a ‘small’ sniff of the clothing he can’t help but bring a hand under his pants and touch himself <3 you can decided what happens when he gets caught 🤭🤭

-🕸️ anon

perv!peter who really doesn’t mean to snoop or invade… he’d swung into your room to look for you, actually. and after he didn’t find you, he just decided to sit on your bed and wait for you.

and as he looks around, he notices your clothes. he chews on his lip as he reaches a hand out to pick up the piece of clothing. it turns out to be a pair of your boxers and as if his brain was moving on auto pilot, he brings your underwear to his nose and he’s immediately flooded with your scent.

he feels himself get hard in his spidey suit, and once he pulls his nose away, his face is flushed and his erection is practically throbbing in its confines.

chasing the feeling of your scent flooding his senses, he brings your underwear to his nose again. his other hand twitches again and he doesn’t think twice before reaching down and palming himself.

he whimpers, grinding against his hand and moaning out into the fabric. with how taboo it is, it doesn’t take long for his cock twitch in sensitivity. his eyes are rolling and closing and he groans, inhaling your sent the most he could before he whines and feels himself cum in his suit.

“so this is what you do when i’m not here to greet you, parker?”

your voice sounds from the doorway of your room and peter’s eyes shoot open. you take in the sight of your underwear held against his nose and his hand only slightly covering the darkened red patch in his suit.

peter blushes, from his ears to his neck. he looks completely embarrassed, and you could practically see the cogs turning in his head as he attempts to stutter out an excuse.

with a small grin stretched across your face, you step further in the room and close the door behind you. “it’s… i didn’t- im sorry,” peter finishes lamely, letting go of your underwear.

“do it again,” you tell him, moving to take a seat at your desk and face him as he’s sitting on your bed. “i want to watch you cum from my scent alone one more time,” you murmur and he looks shy.

“what are you waiting for, peter? you did it in my absence, i wanna watch you do it again..” you tell him and he nods. shakily, he takes a hold of your underwear again and inhales.

[ciaoteamo]

More period cramps with miguel? 🤭

we’ll pretend it’s a new month then🌚

pairings: miguel o’hara x f!reader

summary: it’s that time of the month again

(a/n): i didn’t mention it before but you’re able to use telepathy

warnings: 18+ content sub!miguel

You were sitting in miguel’s lab. In the silence of course.

You’d removed your suit to cool yourself down and raised the lab so that no one could bother you. You were sure that the others were looking for you somewhere.

But you could care less right now. You curled yourself into a ball and sighed as you tried to endure the cramps. Just suffering in your bra and underwear. All you could think about was last month.

You wondered if he would mind doing it again for you, you really want to get back to helping everyone with finding the anomoly.

You close your eyes and search for Miguel. You could hear him asking others if they’d saw me.

in the lab You tell him.

In less than a minute, he made his way from the first floor and to the lab. You hear him shudder and look down to see him covering his nose.

“trying to say i stink?” You turn your lip up.

“no, it’s that time again?” He asks, shooting webs to lift himself onto the platform.

“how’d you know” You turn back around.

“i could smell you, plus you never casually sit in my lab like this” He put a hand on your leg and rubbed it for comfort.

“what does it smell like?” You ask curiously. He didn’t tell you this last time.

“in one word, seductive” He answers.

“really?” You look at him for a second to see him still covering his nose. “so what, you’re trying not to get hard from the smell?” You tease.

“i’m trying not to do something i’ll regret” He sighs.

“think you’re gonna hurt me? can’t control yourself?” You tilt your head and he grunted.

“(Y/N)” He said in a warning tone.

“let’s try to stop the pain before it gets bad this time~” You sit up. He didn’t say anything but you could tell he was about to pounce.

And you were right. You shot a web to hold his arms together and it made him fall next to you.

“fuck!” He tried to get lose.

“you aren’t getting out of that for a while baby” You help him sit up next to a desk and squat in front of him. He looked pissed but still took deep breaths in to smell you. He probably thought you didn’t notice.

“you’re such an animal” You watch as his eyes slowly turn red. You trace over his eyebrows with your finger.

“well, you get what you signed up for..” He struggled against the web.

You looked down at his crotch and back up at him. He removed his suit without another word and you were greeted with a large tent in his black briefs.

He let out a deep groan when your tongue traced the underside of it. His dick jumped for you and precum beads were prominent, leaking through the fabric.

You teasingly spread the sticky substance around and he jolted.

“i’m gonna get you back for this” He angrily said to you.

“oh i’m counting on it” You kissed the tip before slowly peeling his boxers from his pulsing cock. “but i would be careful with what i said if i were you..”

You wrap a hand around the base of his dick and lean it away from his stomach and toward you.

“you want to cum, don’t you?” You smirk while slowly stroking him.

You knew he wanted to curse at you by the look on his face.

“awe, don’t look so upset” You coo while rubbing his leaking tip with your thumb. He let out a broken moan and inhaled sharply.

“(Y/N) please” He said just above a whisper, tugging at the ropes even more now.

You give the round area a few kitty licks. “please what Miguel?” You ask, already knowing what he wanted.

You started to slowly tug your shorts down while staring into his pleading eyes.

“let me pleasure you” He says shakily.

“i don’t know…” You tease. You wanted more than anything for him to put his mouth to better use, but you had to keep it together.

“i need to taste you… please” He groaned, feeling you start to jerk him off.

“hm..” You clench your legs together as you felt your clit pulsing from his begging. “well when you ask so nicely..” You stand up and lean onto the corner of one of his desks.

“its all yours if you can get to me” You cross your arms as you wait patiently for him to come over.

He stood himself up and started to walk over. You shot webs at the bottom half of his legs and he fell to his side. He grunted and cursed.

“oops” You say innocently. He glared at you while doing a worm like motion toward you. You knew that one of these days he’ll get you back, so why not have as much fun as possible?

He finally reached you, looking frustrated, and embarrassed. “what a good boy” You pat the side of his face.

You kicked him off of his side and onto his back. You hover his face with a mix of blood and ecstasy coating your inner thighs. He shuddered again, looking completely out of it.

“you’re disgusting” You scoff, he looks up at you while he shamelessly cleans your legs with his tongue.

“you’re right” He says before lapping at you like a thirsty dog. You stifle back a moan and did your best to keep yourself up.

You didn’t want to dim by ourself this time, and thankfully you wouldn’t have to do much now since he was already hard as stone.

You reach behind you and clumsily grab his deck before stroking at the same speed as his tongue.

“haah~” His warm breath blanketed your clit while his tongue was deep in your hole. “hmm~”.

Suddenly you feel your senses tingle and a few seconds later,the lady door opens.

“anybody up there?” An English accent calls out.

Miguel stops and looks at you with wide eyes. “we need to stop, he’s going to come up here!” He whispers.

You look down at him for a second in thought. “… Miguel, my love… who told you to stop?” You raise an eyebrow before sliding yourself back and slowly sinking onto his large dick.

“elloooo..?”

He hit the floor of the laboratory causing a loud bang. You held your breath as you took him in, feeling the bliss of him stretching you.

“so much for staying quiet…” You look down at him and he was biting down on his teeth. How badly you wanting him to sink his fangs into you, but you knew the consequences.

“what was that-“ You hear Hobie ask quietly.

“he’s gonna come up here” Miguel said with an ashamed look on his face.

“guess you better hurry then” You grin at him. You lean forward and put your hands around his neck to keep yourself upright, making sure not to press to hard onto his wind pipe.

Your thighs were making lee noises with each thrust they came in contact.

“do you still want to stop?” You ask, applying more pressure to the sides of his neck. He looked so fucked out already. You were proud of yourself.

“…no…” His face was now turning pink.

You moved faster and heard Hobies footsteps on the ground floor. “maybe i should go up there..” He debated.

“you hear that, miguel? he might come up” You say quietly. You lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself in his tongue.

You decide to cut through the webs and let hir arms and legs move.

He immediately reached for your ass, sinking his claws into your flesh, making you gasp.

You heard a *fwip* and remember quickly that Hobie was still in the room.

hobie just leave, we’re busy You say to the man.

“…right then” He leaves and you hear him tell the others that you were there.

Miguel’s would thrusts were stimulation every part of you, making you cum all over him. He came as well with one more thrust. He buried himself deep inside of you and you hum at the feeling of his heavy load filling you.

You slowly lifted off of him, receiving what sounded like a whimper from the man. A mix of everything was spilling out of you now. And you sat yourself on his strong thighs.

His dick was limp against your leg and you both were quietly catching your breath.

Looking down and seeing his painted face and cock put a smile on your face. He sat up on his elbows and raised an eyebrow at you.

“what?”

“you liked that, didn’t you?” You tease. He looked away, rolling his eyes.

“so what if i did” He challenged. You grab his face and squeeze his cheeks. He looked at you with a unamused expression.

“then you’re an even bigger pervert than i imagined” You say before letting him pull you into another kiss.

(A/N): hope you like it sorry i took longer than expected 😭🤎

[r0-boat]

I’d let Minhyeok breed me 🤭

I need him

Babygirl!Minhyeok breeding kink brain rot

Sub!Minhyeok

Cw: Mentions of both genitals, breeding

Nsfw

I need him desperate and wanting. In a collar pulling on a leash as he pounds into your fertile pussy raw with hard fast and wild thrusts. Smother him in your underwear as you ride him.

Make him wear a ring and keep him blue balled for months before draining him dry. He would complain either just silently suffering as he stares holes into you. Trying(and failing) not to eye fuck you. He doesn't retaliate when you tease him, he just whimpers gently holding you by the waist and tell "Please your making it worse..."

Minhyeok would be trying not to flood your insides with cum because he's inside you raw, but when you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him deeper begging him to fill you up he explodes.

Minhyeok gets BAD baby fever, imagineing you with a full swollen belly keeps him up at night.

Pervert going through your laundry to inhale and lick your dirty underwear. (He knows with ones you've came in) before they go in the wash.

Minhyeok is cock hungry; sometimes he thinks about being bred by you. When he sees your cock his mouth waters imagining it's taste.

Wants to feel his dick against yours. It's his dirtiest fantasy he breaks down in a mess of red every time he thinks about it.

He takes such good care of you please he would be a good father how much more does he have to prove for you to see it.

Virgin boy who's super nervous and gentle until he becomes literally drunk off of you, fucking you so hard your sore in the morning. When he realized what he had done he immediately picked you up in his arms to place you in a warm tub.

Virgin boy who wanted his first kiss to be you now he is horny and broken and obsessed with you and your body.