#i was so excited ab this ask that my reply was ALMOST ‘kissing you on the mouth with tongue’ BUT I HELD BACK

[urfavhasnpd]

Not a req i just think ur vibes r phenomenal & u should know

thank youuuuu😚✌️ the personality disorders make my vibe immaculate

[disasterofastory]

New things (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

New things // Brahms Heelshire Masterlist Brahms Heelshire x Reader Kinktober 2023 - 7/14 Warnings: facesitting

Summary: Brahms finds interesting things on the internet.

The air is thick and heavy in the bathroom. Your reflection in the mirror is obscure because of the steam. Small water drops run down the surface, holding onto the bottom until they land on the edge of the sink. Your nostrils are filled with the scent of your shampoo and lotions. Honey and something else you picked out from the shelf without looking. Your hair is still wet, and the towel around you is soft and warm.

"I still don't understand why you didn't join me," you speak up when stepping into your room, you meet the view of Brahms sitting on the edge of your bed. Your laptop is on his lap. The bright screen illuminates his features, highlighting the rough marks on his face. When he doesn't look at you, you continue with a small frown. "If you continue like this, I have to set screen time for you." Still nothing. "Brahms? Are you okay?" Now you start to worry.

Ever since you have an internet connection, you try to teach Brahms about it as much as you can without overwhelming him. It's fun and sad at the same time. This is the closest he has gotten to the real world in many years. There are things he doesn't understand and things that fascinate him. He already made you order an ebook reader, and you added a few clothes, too you think would look good on him.

"Nothing," he replies after a while, putting away your laptop to focus his attention on you. His eyes rake over your body with appreciation. Yeah, you don't believe him. "What is it, Brahms?" "I saw something on the internet, and I want to try it with you." You are surprised. "Okay," you reply carefully. "What did you see?" "I want you to sit on my face." Now you are shocked. "And where did you see that?" Even the thought of you sitting on his face is enough to make you excited, but the blush appearing on his cheeks makes you even more impatient for what happens next. "Does it matter?" Brahms asks, scowling and pouting. "No," you reply with a sigh. You decide to leave the subject at least for now, so you can enjoy your night with Brahms without him getting upset. "So," you grin down at him when you step between his legs. Your fingers rake through his hair, grabbing a few curls to make him look at you. You can feel his warm hands on the back of your legs as he slips up and up under the white towel still covering your body. "Do you have a plan or…?" Without a word, he stands up, towering over you and placing his hand at the back of your neck to pull you into a quick kiss. Brahms nibbles on your bottom lip, biting the soft flesh before pushing his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like tea. "Take it off," you murmur against his lips, tugging on his shirt. The moment his chest is bare in front of you, your hands find their way to his abs and the soft hair that covers his body. You love touching and caressing him almost as much as he loves being under your hands. "Take it off," Brahms repeats your words, but even before his quiet command can register in your mind, the towel is already on the ground, leaving you gasping and bare in front of his hungry gaze. His attention falls onto your breasts for a second, seemingly fighting with himself before turning around and laying down in the middle of the bed. It's so robotic that you almost laugh. Okay, you need to talk with him about vibes and romantic settings before strutting into the middle of everything, but it can wait.

"Okay," you breathe out, climbing next to him and noticing his erection already tenting his pajama pants. "Sit on my face, Y/N," he says again, lifting his head to look at you. "Did you hear about patience before?" You ask him without wanting an answer. "Help me." Brahms reaches out for your hand, helping you balance until you kneel above his face. It's new for you, too. You are surprised that after everything you did with Brahms, there is still something that makes you almost shy.

Before you can adjust yourself better, he already lifts his head again. His tongue stretches into your warmth, sliding over your slit for a quick taste. The tip of his tongue swipes your clit repeatedly, flicking and teasing. "I said sit," he grunts angrily, grabbing your thighs harder to tug you onto his face entirely. A shriek escapes your lips and echoes off the walls at the sudden movement. He groans something into your pussy when you try to shift your weight off his mouth, and he doesn't let you. His fingers dig into your flesh.

Fuck.

He licks on your clit back and forth before sealing his lips around the sensitive bud to suck the soul out of you. Your body trembles and jerks at the sudden pleasure. Your hands reach out for the wooden headrest to hold onto something. "Brahms!" You cry out his name in shock when you feel his teeth nibble on you before soothing the slight sting with his tongue. "More, baby," you tell him desperately. "Give me more." Brahms feasts on your pussy, letting your juices soak his face and beard. He rubs your clit, opens your folds, and pokes your hole before swiping his tongue all over your slit. Meanwhile, your hips start to rock down on his mouth. You grind against his face, chasing your pleasure. His hands go back to your ass, gripping your cheeks to push you a bit forward until he can plunge his tongue into your dripping channel. You are warm and wet around him. His senses are full of your taste and scent. "Can you even breathe?" You gasp out, ready to move away, but he holds you down. A muffled grunt is your only answer, and the vibration of his deep voice strikes through your body. Your head falls back, and black dots dance and swirl in front of your eyes. His tongue works in and out of your pussy, gulping down everything you can give him. He pushes into you as deep as possible. In and out. In and out. "Brahms!" You scream his name again. One of your hands goes down between your legs to rub on your clit. The burning coil in your stomach flares through your veins and makes your limbs numb and heavy. "You're doing so good," you tell him, still grinding.

Brahms's cock still throbs in his pants, wanting your mouth or tits, but the man's attention is entirely elsewhere. He wants you to cum on his face, into his mouth. He wants to drown in your nectar until he knows nothing but you and only you.

You can feel your climax building inside of you with rapid speed. It trembles through your spine and roots in your belly.

"I will- I will-" You don't even have enough time to warn him. Your walls flutter around his tongue, and your clit throbs under your fingertips. You moan and whine above him. Your voice mixes with his grunts and groans under you. Your hips twitch and rock until every energy leaves your body.

Brahms laps on your pussy hurriedly, wanting your taste on his tongue before you move to the bed next to him.

And you look beautiful when you fall onto your bottom. A thin layer of sweat shines on your skin, and your bottom lip is swollen and red from biting it almost the whole time. Pride stretches in his chest as he watches you try to clear your mind. Your gaze is unfocused and glassy.

You need long minutes to calm down and notice the dark, wet spot on his pants. Your lips twitch into a taunting smirk even though you are still panting. "Oh," you coo. "My good boy cum in his pants?" He blushes again. His face and beard glint with your wetness smeared all over him. "Do you want me to clean you up?" You offer, already reaching down under the waistband of his pajama. "Please," he whispers, pushing his hips against your hand.

Maybe letting Brahms explore the internet some more is not a bad idea after all.

[sunaluvs]

♡ tags: afab + gn reader, highly suggestive so 18+ MDNI, showering, readers implied to be shorter than meguru but this is a timeskip so he can be 7ft if u wish, fluff.

♡ a/n: i haven't written anything in 2 years and this is disgustingly self indulgent. unfortunately this mans rotting my brain and i am weak. i wrote this in a daze

Through your light humming and the spray of water, the sound of a door flinging open rings clear through your apartment.

“I’m home baby!” Bachira’s voice booms through your home, the sound winding through the small space left open in the bathroom’s door, the thud of a bag and shuffle of feet following his words.

“Welcome home!” you call back, rinsing the last of the shampoo out of your hair.

You hear him do a little jog towards the bathroom, socked feet thumping against the floor, before his voice calls, “Coming in!”

That’s all the warning you get before your door is thrown open, the sounds of your boyfriend singing your name and the shuffle of his clothes bringing a small smile to your lips.

“How was your day, baby?” you ask, grabbing your bottle of conditioner and squeezing a bit onto your palm.

“Fun as always, I experimented with a few new moves,” he replies, excitement clear in his voice. “My shoulders are busted though, feels like they’re gonna fall off. I’m convinced it’s because you didn’t kiss them before I left this morning.”

You snort, rolling your eyes as you massage the conditioner into your hair, “Oh yeah, definitely, it couldn’t possibly be due to the rigorous training you do every single day.”

“Nope,” he quips, whipping the shower curtain open with a shit-eating grin, stepping in the stream of water in all his naked glory. “It’s not every single day, I get a break on the weekends.”

You hum in reply, lazily dragging your eyes down your boyfriend’s physique, the results of all his hard work. It’s all prominent muscle and compact strength, sharp, defined abs and a strong core, hulking thighs you’ve had the delightful pleasure of sitting on (and between), packing power you’ve seen used to launch countless balls precisely and ruthlessly across fields. The shape of him, embraced with golden sun-kissed skin from the summer sky, is made almost lewd with the addition of water dripping over his body, glistening and moist and trailing deliciously down to his co—

��Eyes up here baby,” he sings, stepping closer to your heating body and bringing his face lower to meet your gaze head-on, beaming at the hazy appreciation clear on your features. “You stare any harder and I’ll start getting shy,” he teases.

That snaps your eyes back into focus, and you snort incredulously, “Oh please, you haven’t known shame since you popped out of the womb. I could fill an address book with all the people who’ve seen your dick.”

He giggles and brings his hands to your hips, gliding over the wet skin, and pulls you slightly out of the water’s stream. “I’ll learn some just for you, baby.”

“Hmm, as long as you don’t suddenly start getting shy on me,” you hum, tipping your head to look at his playful expression. “You can have some shame with everyone else, though. In fact, I am requesting that you do.”

“Anything for you, honey,” he grins, pulling your chest flush against his and dipping his head to kiss you. It’s slow and lazy, wet with the lingering water on your face, his tongue licking your bottom lip like he’s savouring the feel of every crease beneath it. Bachira drags it out as he always does, but doesn’t escalate it, keeping it slow and steady as his hands slip over the soft curves of your body, caressing your waist, thumbing along your rib cage, dipping beneath the swell of your breast. Being out of the water and subjected to his teasing touches pebbles your nipples, and you release a sigh into his willing mouth. Your skin shivers, nectarous arousal gradually trickling into your gut, but there’s no urge to hasten the moment along. For a man always on the move, always looking for the next goal and next game to win, being the one Bachira slows down for is not something you take for granted. You savour every easy breath and satisfied hum he lets out against your lips and lean into his precious, languid warmth.

It’s only when his fingers lightly flick your nipples that you break apart, a string of spit connecting your lips, remaining close enough for your noses to touch fleetingly and your warm breaths to gather in the space between you. His honeyed eyes, typically bright and wide and wild, settle transfixed and heavy-lidded on yours, his gaze no less intense and singularly focused on you. It’s overwhelming sometimes to have all the world’s devotion directed sacredly at you like this, brilliant and irresistible and all-consuming. Bachira never goes halfway at anything, not at his football or his principles, and least of all you. He is persistently and overwhelmingly fierce with his adoration, an ebullient fire that never stops consuming. You’ve never loved the sting of a burn more.

“Getting a little handsy there, ain'tcha,” you murmur, thumbing softly at the grin that spreads on his lips.

“Jus’ playing with my food a bit.”

“Never learned your manners, did you?” you breathe, goosebumps rising on the skin of your thigh as it brushes against his dick, thick and slowly hardening.

“Think I just lose ‘em all with you,” he laughs breathily, the sound hanging adoringly in the steam as he rests his forehead against yours. “Missed you so much today. Every day. Wish I could pack you up in my training bag and take you everywhere with me.”

You huff, bringing your arms around his shoulders and tilting your head to the side, “You don’t think staying home would be easier?”

The words give him pause, eyes fixed on yours as he opens and closes his mouth. His eyebrows furrow. The heat of the moment dissipates as your boyfriend gives your question a genuine thought.

“I mean, yeah? But—well. What about practice then? I don’t think that’d be very productive to my progress and today was actually kinda huge in terms of breakthroughs, I was finally able to get a handle o—”

You burst into giggles at the bewildered expression on his face, torn up at the choice you’ve apparently forced him to make. 

“I’m just playing, baby,” you grin back at him, squishing his cheeks and puckering his lips, cooing, “I’d never be so mean and make you choose.”

He heaves a dramatic breath of relief, planting his face on your shoulders and whining, “You’re being mean now! I almost had a heart attack.”

Your chest feels full to bursting with affection. “Aww, my little honey bee, my sweet baby angel, sorry for forgetting how fragile my sensitive darling is—”

He groans and shakes his head, and you delight in the pout you can feel pressing into your skin, “You’re a bully,” he mumbles, pressing impossibly closer to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle.

“I don’t know what you mean, I love you, sweetheart,” you laugh back at him, kissing the top of his dampening head.

His pout transforms into kisses along your shoulder as he hums, moving along the lines of your collarbones. “Yeah?” he breathes against your skin, lips curving up. “You love me?”

“Uhuh.” You indulge him, fingers playing with the hair curling at his nape. “Love you so much, Meguru. Makes me feel kinda crazy sometimes.” 

You feel the soft smile he was pressing into your skin transform into a grin, his eyes no doubt twinkling and bright with delight. “It does?”

“It does,” you repeat, using your hold on his hair to pull his face up from where it rested against your collarbones. Just as you thought, his eyes glisten with infatuation, little crescent moons as he beams up at you with a dopey smile. Your breath catches in your throat at the stunning sight, profound adoration sitting in his faint smile lines and the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, earnestly dripping like syrup from his voice.

“I make you feel crazy? In love? Really?” he breathes, bringing his face close enough to yours for his warm breath to fan across your lips. “Say it again. Say it, I wanna hear it.”

And who are you to deny Bachira Meguru anything?

“I love you so much, baby,” you murmur, rubbing the tip of your nose against his damp cheek. “Always make me feel so crazy, so full of your love.”

“Again,” he tries to demand, but it’s a plea, you know. A supplication, a prayer to bear witness to the fire blazing with ardour in your chest, one that burns divinely for the man in front of you. His eyes are impossibly bright, drowning you in their sea of sunny reverence, and you know that he, too, would happily walk into the sting of your own flames.

“Feels like I can’t breathe sometimes.”

“Again.”

“Can’t think properly when it comes to you.”

“Again.”

“I love you, Meguru.”

“Again.”

[thegirlamongthestars]

kiss me - c.alcaraz

author: this fic is part of the olympic love series

summary: A midnight invitation to the pool make Carlos and Valeria surpass some limits

wc: 1,1k

“Come and meet me by the pool at 00:00”

That’s what his message said.

The village was unusually quiet at that hour of the night, the cool breeze rustling through the trees that lined the paths. After a long day of training and socializing, I wandered aimlessly, feeling this as a moment of peace. The faint sound of water, lapping against the edges of the pool, moved by the breeze caught my attention; drawing me toward the shimmering blue under the moonlight.

When I arrived, I was surprised to find the pool area completely deserted. No sign of Carlos anywhere nearby. The water looked inviting, almost too tempting to resist. So, I sat on the edge, dipping my feet in and letting out a contented sigh as the cool water soothed my tired legs. I closed my eyes for a moment, soaking in the solitude, when I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching.

"Couldn’t sleep?" His voice, deep and smooth, cut through the stillness of the night. Already teasing me with the fact that I obeyed to his demand of meeting here.

I opened my eyes and found Carlos standing a few feet away. He was dressed casually in swim trunks and a sleeveless T-shirt, his hair still damp from what I assumed was a recent shower. There was a relaxed confidence about him that made my body pulse with excitement.

"I’m here as you wished" I replied lightly, trying to keep my tone casual. "Care to join me?”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. In one swift motion, Carlos peeled off his shirt, revealing the body that I hadn’t been able to keep off my mind. I tried to play it cool, but I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering over his toned chest and abs.

Carlos caught my stare and grinned. "See something you like?"

"Just wondering if you’re as fast in the water as you are on the court" I shot back, lifting my chin in challenge.

"Is that a dare?" His tone was laced with that teasing edge I had come to expect from him.

"Maybe," I said before disappearing under the water for a few seconds. "I think this is a great chance to start that little game of yours”

Carlos’s eyes darkened with interest as he considered my proposal. "And what exactly are the boundaries we’re talking about in this first round?"

"That’s for the winner to decide," I replied, my voice taking on a more seductive note. The air between us seemed to thicken with tension, the kind that had been building for days, unspoken but ever-present.

Carlos stepped closer to the edge of the pool, his gaze locked on mine. "Alright, Valeria. You’re on. First to the other side and back wins."

My pulse quickened as I moved to the deeper end of the pool. I could feel his eyes on me as I advanced, the coolness enveloping me like a second skin. When I turned to face him, he was already by my side, his expression confident and focused.

"Ready?" I asked, my voice slightly breathless, whether from the anticipation or the cool water, I wasn’t sure.

"Always" Carlos responded.

Without another word, we both launched ourselves forward, slicing through the water with powerful strokes. The race was fast and intense, the sound of our splashing the only noise in the stillness of the night. We were neck and neck as we reached the opposite end, but as we turned to race back, I could feel Carlos pulling slightly ahead.

Determined not to let him win, I pushed myself harder, my muscles burning with the effort. But despite my best efforts, Carlos touched the edge of the pool a split second before I did.

He surfaced with a victorious grin, slicking his hair back with one hand as he leaned against the pool’s edge. "Looks like I win" he said, his voice full of satisfaction.

I pouted playfully, though my heart was racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the swim. "Fine. What’s your demand, then?"

Carlos’s smile turned predatory, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips that sent a shiver down my spine. "Come closer," he murmured.

I swam toward him, feeling the tension between us heighten with every inch that closed between us. As I reached the edge, my body brushed lightly against his, the contact electric. Carlos didn’t move back, didn’t give me any space, just waited until I was almost flush against him. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said. "Kiss me."

It wasn’t a question or a suggestion—it was a demand, and the boldness of it took my breath away. I had expected something cheeky, perhaps a little daring, but this… this was a line we hadn’t crossed before.

For a fraction of a second, I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. But the heat in his gaze, the raw anticipation that hung in the air between us, was too much to resist. I leaned in, my hands finding purchase on his shoulders as I closed the distance between us.

Our lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, but the moment they connected, it was as if a dam broke. The kiss deepened, turned urgent, our bodies pressing impossibly closer. I could feel the cool water lapping around us, contrasting with the warmth of his skin, the heat of his mouth.

Carlos’s hands moved to my waist, pulling me even closer as the kiss became more intense. It was a kiss that spoke of all the teasing, the flirting, the unspoken attraction that had been building between us. A kiss that was both an exploration and a promise of more to come.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathless, our foreheads resting against each other’s as we tried to steady our racing hearts.

"Looks like I got more than I bargained for" I whispered, my voice shaky with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Carlos chuckled softly, his hands still resting on my waist. "This is just the beginning, Val. We’ve got plenty more rounds to go."

I smiled, unable to hide the thrill that coursed through me at the thought. "Then I guess I’ll just have to make sure I win the next one."

"Better start thinking of your demands now" he teased, brushing a stray lock of wet hair from my face.

"Oh, don’t worry," I replied, my voice low and seductive. "I’ve got a few ideas in mind."

Carlos’s eyes darkened with desire at my words, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, the promise of what was to come hanging heavily in the air.

Then, with a playful grin, he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "I can’t wait to see how far you’re willing to push those boundaries."

My stomach flipped at the challenge in his voice, knowing that whatever came next, it was going to be anything but ordinary.

[sanspuppet]

sooo... it actually makes more sense a 3some with yungi than sangi... and i saw a lot of people asking for that and IM AM SO EXCITED AT THE THOUGHT- LIKE- YUNHO AND MINGI??? ahnwpifedej 🫠🫠 im melting

so yeah here it is

PAIRING: softsub!Mingi x roughdom!Yunho x reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI)

W/T: threesome, oral sex (both giving and receiving), handjob (giving), cum eating, unprotected sex, rough and kinda sweet (?) sex

DISCLAIMERS: english is not my first language so excuse any grammar errors or akward wording, this is not meant to represent Mingi or Yunho in any way.

A/O: sorry for all the people that choose another pair, but they'll come soon. OOOHH AND THANK YOU GUYS FOR REACHING 100 FOLLOWERS!!

You and Yunho knew each other for almost 15 years and been best friends since high school, but your relationship was always been... kinda weird? Everytime you saw him, something strange happened to you, and you didn't even realize it. Not until a specific night, were you've been forced to stay at his dorm, because of the weather. And boom! How the fuck did you finish to be on Yunho's lap, with him sucking on your breast, while your clothed cunt was rubbing against his boner?? It was the same question you did to yourself the next morning, so did Yunho. That's how your relationship was now "friends with benefits": you were attracted to the other physically, and when one of you two, was horny, you just had sex.

You were now in his bedroom, outside was raining hard, just like your first time with him. Yunho was sitting on the corner of his bed, his hands squeezing the sheets, while you were sucking him off. The way you were making him feel so good, he couldn't help but keep moaning and whining your name in tiny. It was about 10 minutes that you were moving you head up and down, his tip touching every single time the back of you throat. You let his cock out of your mouth, with a pop, and just like that, he groaned loudly, before he filled your mouth with his cum, still fighting for don't screaming too much, riding his orgasm. Your panties? They were certainly soaking from how wet his dick made you. You kept rubbing his length with your hands, and giggled seeing him desperate.

"You like that Yuyu?" you've always asked after making him reach his climax.

"So damn much, geez y/n-"

You sucked your fingers, wet by his cum, and suddenly sat on his tights. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and your lips attached under his chin, leaving small kisses and sucking his sensitive skin.

"Ready Yunnie? Gonna make you feel so good." you started to bounce slightly on his cock. You were about to drag your hands down on your ass, ready to take off your panties, when you heard the door opening behind you.

"Yunho, im home, want some street foo- oh fuck" Mingi was standing right there, watching your ass cheeks resting on Yunho's knees.

"Sorry i... didn't knew you were dating-?" he said, confused.

"We're not bro... just some good sex." Yunho replied, didn't caring if Mingi could see him naked. And so, you asked without even thinking:

"Wanna join us?" Suddenly the thought of two dicks inside of you just broke you, no need to deny that you were such a cockslut in those moments. Mingi opened his mouth, ready to deny your proposal, but... who could stop him? He was having the opportunity to fuck a pretty girl like you, and enjoy it with his best friend, shameless.

"Yeah, why not." he closed the door behind him, and headed towards you and Yunho. He sat right next to him, and admired your tits, grabbed by his friend's veiny hands. He moved his eyes on yours then, and took off his sweatshirt, exposing his gorgeous abs.

"So... what did you do to him? He seems so fucked out." Mingi asked you, looking now at Yunho, with a smirk.

"Tell him Yuyu." You said to Yunho, proud of your hard work. You wanted him to explain how Mingi's gonna feel, when your little mouth will be filled up by his cock.

"Fuck, she sucked my dick soo fucking good, such a dick eater, aren't you?" Yunho teased you, even if hearing that only made you hornier. "Yeah honestly i love to taste Yuyu's cock... what about yours Min? Does it taste good?" you got off Yunho's lap, and sat on Mingi's one, with lust in your eyes, so ready to eat his cum, too.

"I don't know, maybe you can answer it yourself." Was he ready? You didn't care, you just wanted to hear his desperate low groans, just by the thought of them you'd fall on your knees, and that exactly what you did: you knelt in front of him, your hands were resting on his inner tights, as you looked at him.

"May I take those off?" you pointed at his pants, looking for approval, before pleasuring him. Yunho was looking at the both of you: Mingi already hard for your sexiness, and you so needy to play with his cock. You noticed that, and looked at him, while unzipping Mingi's jeans.

"Can you please eat me out, too?" you asked him, not able to resist anymore the wetness you could feel inside you underwear. Mingi moved back, laying on the matress, you now on top of him, facing his boxers, Yunho on his knees at your back, ready to take your panties off. As you took Mingi's dick out, and spitted on it, Yunho was already licking the wet off of your cunt. You wanted to moan so bad, but your mouth was already filled up by Mingi's huge length, trying hard to reach the under area of his dick with your tongue. He start to whine softly, with his deep voice, sending you shivers down to your spine (or was it because of Yunho rubbing his tongue against your pussy?).

"Fuck, she's so good at it, bro." Mingi said to Yunho.

"And she just started, can't wait to fill her pussy too."

Oh yeah, you couldn't wait, too. So, you sped up your pace, once you knew how to take Mingi's length completely, almost choking from how big it was, and palmed his balls. The sound of Yunho sucking on your clit was the only thing you could hear beneath Mingi's groans, as he was already feeling his orgasm hitting him.

"Yes! Oh fuck, wish i had a slut like you, cock eater"

His abs were flexing, while his hands were gripping the sheets, just like Yunho did. You could feel he was close, by the amount of precum spreaded by his dick. He was so wet, because of you, and there was nothing that made you proud as much as making a man cum desperately. You popped his dick out of your mouth, and jerked him off with your hand, relentlessly.

"You're close, right? Like how i can make your dick twitch under my touch, yeah?" you asked, trying to ignore the pleasure that Yunho was making you also feel.

"Yeah fuck- imma fill you up with my cum so soon."

You chuckled and moaned at the same time, even Yunho was so good at licking your pussy, making you legs tremble by the pleasure he could make you feel. Mingi shutted his eyes, when you took his cock again in your mouth, ready to make him reach his orgasm. The moment Mingi left a high moan, it was pretty obvious he was going to cum straight inside you throat, making you choke as many swipes of his seed filled every inch of your mouth. You popped out his cock again, and swallowed, giggling: "Oh Min... you taste so fucking good."

Yunho took his tongue out of your pussy, and tried to clean his face with his hand, by your wetness.

"Does he taste better than me?" He asked you.

"Yeah" you smirked, knowing that your answer was making him burn inside: "Oh, yeah? Well i bet, i can fuck you better, wanna see? wanna feel it?"

Mingi in the meantime, was still recovering from his high, when Yunho stood up, not even waiting or saying anything, before pushing himself inside you, a broken moan left your mouth as he immediately started to pound you roughly.

"Fuck! Yu-Yun- ho-" your tits were bouncing forwards and backwards, right in front of Mingi. You couldn't see anything: you shutted your eyes, when Yunho gripped your hair, pulling it. The sound of skin slapping against skin, repeatedly and roughly, was echoing in Yunho's bedroom. You were trying not to be too loud, but sometimes desperate and loud moans left your mouth, followed by low grunts. When Mingi opened his eyes again, the only thing he could see, in facts, was your breast almost slapping on his face, he thought, after you sucked him off, he couldn't get hard another time so easily... well, sorry: just seeing the texture of the skin of your hard nipples, made you feel his tip standing against your clit.

"Fuck, so pretty. Can i lick them?" He asked you, despite you couldn't hear or think at anything, too fucked out to reply.

"Yeah Mingi, don't ask, just use her now." Yunho said, before speeding his pace up even more.

"Okey... if you say so." Mingi immediately attached his lips on your nipples, trying to make your tits stay still, by grabbing them between his hands.

You just loved what was going on, two men making you act like a slut, bet the sight was so fucking hot.

Yunho kept thrusting into your pussy, for barely 4/5 minutes, before you were about to climb your high, too. His dick fitted perfectly you, everytime he slided his cock inside you, it touched every perfect spot. Your walls clenched intensely around his length, as you finally felt your orgasm.

"Come on, pretty baby, cum around my dick." Yunho groaned, too hyped when your folds were squeezing his length. You nodded, biting your lower lip.

"Oh- so fucking tight-" he pounded a few more times, when you released your cum around him, before sliding his cock out of you. Exhausted, he layed on the bed, satisfied of how well he just fucked you.

"I give you- 2 minutes- for recovering- then- you'll ride Mingi, understand?" Yunho said to you, panting for his tiredness.

"Y-yeah" you replied and rested your head on Mingi's chest, trying to get off of your orgasm.

"Take your time" Mingi murmured at your ear, and caressed your soft hair, making you smile.

After a few minutes, when you were ready for round 2, you stood your back up, and smiled at him. You dragged your hips down on his body, till almost reaching his cock.

"Im ready now! Can't wait to feel your dick, too."

Mingi chuckled, and turned his face at Yunho: "I've never thought she would be such a cockslut."

But, actually... you were, 24/7 willing to suck and lick a dick, how you could be so naughty? Even you, you asked yourself. Mingi stood up, and layed his back against the back of the bed, dragging you closer to him. He looked closely at you:

"Damn bro- you're so lucky to have such a pretty friend."

"Don't worry, you'll probably join us again, after this." Yunho replied, before you suddenly sat on Mingi's dick, taking all of it at once: "Fuck! fuck so big- shit."

"It hurts?" Mingi grabbed your hips, ready to lift them up, if you were going to nod.

"Slightly" you replied, trying to get used to the new length. Yunho chuckled: "C'mon girl, i know you can take it, just bounce on it already." provoking you.

"Surely i can, don't know if Min, can take it." you smirked.

Mingi looked at you, pretending to be indignant: "What? Me? Haha- we'll see, now fuck me babe."

You did as he said, and started to pump over his dick, the back of your ass cheeks slapping against his balls, while his hands were wrapped forcefully around your hips. You immediately started to moan repeatedly, everytime you filled your own pussy with Mingi's cock. You couldn't help but clench your walls around it, from how big it was, almost painfully big. He threw his head back, and groaned, he's never felt so good, that you were about to think he was a vergin. Mingi kept praising you, murmuring things like:

"So good" "So pretty" "You're so tight" "God, so sexy" almost like a mantra.

You didn't resist more than 3 minutes, before running the second orgasm. Your legs were trembling, from the pleasure, and the tiredness of bouncing rhythmically for just some minutes. Mingi's fingers were gripping and squeezing your back, as he was going to cum, too.

"Fuck, im close y/n. I need to fill you up, please."

"Do it Min! Fucking do it-" you broke the sentence by moaning, all your muscles were twitching desperately when you finally felt your orgasm hitting you mercilessly. Yunho, meanwhile, was staring at the both of you, enjoying to watch, literally a porn, in front of him. He giggled, applauding:

"Yeah! So hot, you two together, so gorgeous."

Mingi looked at him, smirking: "Modestly, I know we're sexy, aren't we y/n?"

"Damn, yes." you replied, and rested your chin on his shoulder, his dick still inside your pussy, still not wanting to feel yourself empty again.

"So, who fucked you better?" Yunho asked, getting closer to you. His hand caressing gently your ass.

"Don't know, still can't decide. Maybe we need to try one more time." you smirked at him. Yunho looked at Mingi, and laughed together.

"Prepare yourself babe, this is gonna be a long night."

[sunarc]

Trading Places

A/N: So the ending was actually different to this but i wanted full on subby nanami lol but let me know if yall would like to read the alternative ending where nanami takes charge. Also @kentophilia heres some nanami for you babe

CW: being tied up, degrading, praise, sub nanami, cowgirl, reader really gets into it

Nanami had never been one to just completely give up dominance. Seeing him in a submissive state was like seeing a pig flying in the sky. It never happened, and he was content with it being that way. That is until you suddenly asked him to let you be in charge one night. Nanami’s eyes grew wide as if you’d just asked him to do the impossible.

“You want… to tie me up?” The question came out with a confused tone.

You looked down shyly but maintained a brave tone.

“Well, yeah,” you said. Your hands dragged softly down his chest as your eyes looked up to meet his dark ones. “I just want to try something new,” you smiled innocently. “Let me take the reins for once, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Nanami stared hesitantly. He’d never been tied up before, usually being the one doing the tying. His eyes looked down at your soft pleading ones, and he just couldn't help but fall into your trap.

Your touch was so delicate, leading Nanami to your shared room. You pressed gentle, reassuring kisses on his skin as you tightly tied his wrists together above his head.

“Are you okay?” You held his face gently in your hand.

You knew this was new for him. You wanted to have your fun, but his comfort came first before anything else.

“I’m alright, my love,” a soft smile played on his lips.

Your hands dragged down his body toward the bulge in his underwear. You placed wet kisses and rubbed his clothed bulge while you scanned his body. He was staring down at you with a dark gaze as his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. He was getting desperate, almost needy, for you. He needed you to touch him—something more than a delicate touch blocked by fabric.

“Just-ugh fuck, I need you, love,” he grunted.

You chuckled at his idea of begging. Something about having him at your mercy left you feeling excited. You were in charge. You were the one making him beg now. You pulled his cock free from his restricting underwear. Your eyes grew wide at how achingly hard he was. The tip of his cock was a bright red as pre-cum slowly leaked down the side.

"Aww, you really do need me, don't you?” you smiled.

You licked at the tip of his cock, gathering the precum on your tongue.

“So tasty, even when you're desperate.”

Your hand moved in slow motion, stroking his cock at a pace you knew would drive him crazy. Nanami let out a soft groan as he bucked his hips upward into your hand.

“Don’t be a tease.” His eyes stared down at you with a warning look.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge,” you said with a devilish smirk. You licked a long, slow strip from the base of his cock to the tip, earning a deep moan from him.

You wanted to have a little fun while you could. This was the one time you could do whatever you wanted, and you knew by the time you’d be done, Nanami would make sure it was the last. You wanted to tease him as much as you could. You knew how much Nanami loved touching you, he loved the thought that his hands could have you writhing with pleasure. So why not show him how pretty you look touching yourself? You inched forward so that you were now straddling Nanami’s abs. You leaned forward to press a kiss against his lips.

“How bad do you need me, Ken?” Your voice was silky smooth as you asked.

“Real bad, my love. How about you untie me so I can show you?” He smiled into your kiss.

You hummed as a reply, "Mmm, I don’t think so. How about you beg for my pussy and maybe I’ll let you go?”

You leaned back, giving Nanami a full view of how your pussy was dripping for him. Your finger glided between your folds, circling around your clit. You let out a breathy moan at the sudden surge of pleasure.

“Feels so good, Ken. Look at how wet my pussy gets for you,” you continued rubbing slow, teasing circles. “Imagine if it were your tongue, slurping all my juices, letting it drip down your chin, tasting all of me." You dragged your words.

Your eyes looked down at Nanami's, who was so focused on the way your fingers dripped with your essence, massaging where he so desperately wanted his tongue to be. His tongue swiped against his bottom lips as he stared deeply at the way your fingers dipped in and out of your hole. The noises coming from you were like a symphony of the greatest composition of music Nanami had ever heard.

“Come on, love, untie me, and I promise I can make you feel so much better,” he grunted.

You knew Nanami’s touch would leave you shaking within seconds, but you didn’t want to end the fun too early.

“But I’m having so much fun listening to you beg for me,” you teased.

Nanami threw his head back, letting out a frustrated laugh.

"Darling, if you let me go now, I promise I’ll be somewhat lenient with your punishment,” he gave a faux smile.

You ignored his meaningless threat and continued a steady pace of pumping your fingers in and out of your hole. You let out blatantly loud moans before slipping your fingers free to drag them to your mouth, licking and sucking the juices that dripped from them. You hummed at the taste of yourself, eyes closed, while you exaggerated a sigh of pleasure.

“Oh, I'm sorry." You gave Nanami a doe-eye look. “Did you want a taste?”

Nanami was losing his mind at this point. He had been unknowingly rutting his hips upwards, wordlessly begging you to let him have you.

"Please, Angel, please can I touch you?”

At this point, he had completely given up his rough persona and was left vulnerable to you, pleading for your touch. His eyes squeezed shut as he struggled with the restraints. The tip of his cock was a bright red, practically screaming for you.

“I need you so bad it fucking hurts,” he said, completely losing himself. You smiled at this new Nanami that you had never seen before.

“It’s okay, baby, you can have me,” you spoke softly, finally pleased to hear him beg.

You leveled yourself above his cock and slowly began to sink down onto him. Nanami let out a deep groan at the feeling of your warm hole trapping him in. You lifted yourself up and down, moving at an achingly slow pace.

"Faster,” he grunted.

You frowned at his demand.

“Who’s in charge?” You asked, smiling menacingly at his angry face, covered in a deep blush.

He bit his lip, refusing to answer you still keeping eye contact. You circled your hips, making his eyes roll back as you asked again.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You said in a cocky manner.

You knew you were going to be a goner by the time you untied him, so why not make the most of it?

“Let me hear you say it, and I’ll think about giving you what you want.”

Nanami groaned loudly as you came down harder on his cock, smiling at how you had him blushing and panting for you.

“You’re so pretty when you're needy.”

Nanami bucked his hips upward with a groan.

“You don’t understand what I'm going to do to you when I get free,” he said, pulling on the restraints.

“Oh yeah? I guess I’ll just have to keep you looking pretty and tied up then yeah?” you smirked.

You bounced your hips up and down on him, moaning freely. Nanami’s chest dripped with sweat as he groaned your name, breathing heavily. You leaned down, wrapping your hand around his neck, squeezing softly.

“You like that?” you moaned “You like when I fuck you like this?” you asked

He turned away, closing his eyes as small grunts left him. You're not sure what came over you. Maybe the feeling of being in charge was completely taking over you, but your hand came down on his cheek, slapping him as you continued to ride him, picking up speed. He let out a gasp mixed with a moan as you continued bouncing on his cock. Your body was trembling with pleasure. Nanami wanted to hold on. To keep himself from giving you what you wanted, his submission. He couldn’t hold on any longer. His whimpers filled the room. He wanted to touch you, needed it. His eyes watched as your cunt slid down his length, dripping with your juices. He felt himself craving you more than anything in the world. He needed to have his hands wrapped around your hips, dragging your body along his length.

“Fuck- just please,” he moaned, yearning for you. His hips bucked upward into you, matching your thrust, as his eyes rolled back.

“Please what?” You asked as your hand came down against his cheek again, earning you a low groan as you felt his cock twitch inside of you. Nanami would never admit it out loud, but something about this bratty behavior of yours, slapping him and fucking him as if you were in charge was sending him over the edge. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he let out a breathy whimper.

"Please, baby, please go faster.”

Your smile grew wide, pleased with his submission.

“Good boy,” you purred, “you like it when I ride you like this, don’t you? You like getting fucked like a nasty little slut.”

Your words were doing something to Nanami that he had never experienced before. His moans were flowing freely. His hips bucked upwards into you, matching your rhythm. You circled your hips down on him. Your nails dragged down his chest, leaving a red streak in their trail.

“Say you're my slut, Kento,no-scream it.” You bounced up and down at a faster and harder pace.

You felt something primal growing inside of you. Listening to the way this strong, beefy man whined under you, begging you to fuck him, leaving you feeling overwhelmed with power.

“Scream to the world how I fucked my submissive boy so good,” you moaned the filthy words.

You had never expected yourself to become so dominant and mean, but the feeling was so good. Nanami was a whimpering mess trying to contain himself, but between the way your hips slammed down onto his and the pain of your nails, he was stuck in a blissful haze. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to gain some of his former self back.

"Aw, come on, don't hide it." Your voice grew lower as you spoke. “I know how much you like being my little bitch now." Your hand came down to slap him yet again, and you were riding on a high of dominance that you never wanted to come down from. Nanami’s eyes burned with anger as he stared up at you. Nanami pulled on the restraints, his anger evident in how the veins appeared on his forearms. He was fuming with the desire to put you back in your place.

“You must really—ughh,” he was cut off by his own moan.

His hands squeezed into fists digging his nails into his palms. He was losing his mind with the feeling of pure lust taking all control. His desire for you was overcome by any need to be in charge. He let out shaky moans that had your eyes turning into stars. You were obsessed with this look. Sweat dripped down his body.his jaw hanging low as his eyes squeezed shut while a string of moans flowed from him. 

“Look at me baby” you moaned while your hand held his jaw in place to keep his eyes on you. 

This surge of dominance felt good. His orgasm was in your hands. You were in charge of his pleasure. You wanted to hear him beg, to hear him scream your name crying out for a release. 

“Please, please please please” he moaned. 

A smile crept onto your face as you listened to his pleas. You wanted to fuck him into a whiny mess barely able to comprehend anything but your cunt squeezing around him. 

“Please what?” You asked as your hips slammed down onto his cock “You want to cum?”

Nanami nodded his head desperately pleading for a release without words.

“Oh baby, I need more than just that. You know better.” You squeezed his jaw tighter as you slowed your hips to circle his cock. “Use your words like a good slut”

Nanami grunted at this new power dynamic. It was all so new to him but he’d be willing to do anything to make you happy. 

“Please can I cum? I need it so bad. I wanna fill your pretty pussy to the brim with my cum. Please baby please” he whimpered breathlessly as he bucked his hips up into you. 

He was a wreck, eyes rolling back as he trembled from the intense pleasure. He had been deduced to a cum hungry slut and you were loving every moment of him. 

“That's my good boy. Cum with me and make me proud.” you moaned.

His release struck him like a truck. He was trembling eyes rolling back as high-pitched moans he never knew he could make filled the room. The orgasm shared between the two of you felt so intense and overwhelming that you were left feeling weak as the two of you laid skin to skin catching your breaths. You moved to untie him and gently massaged his wrist. 

“How do you feel?” You asked with a soft voice. 

Nanami hummed and pulled you closer needing your warmth. 

“I’ve never experienced something like that” he whispered the words as if shocked by his own response. 

“Thankyou” you spoke “For letting me take control”

“I’d do anything to make you happy, Angel”

[togrowoldinv]

Red Hot

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You meet a hot firefighter at a bar

Warnings: Smut 18+! Kissing, oral, cursing

Note: Uhh Nat is really muscular and hot so yeah. Enjoy!

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A drink is placed in front of you as the bell above the bar door rings. A parade of loud-talking people stumble in. You take a sip of your drink and fiddle with the band on your left ring finger.

“Is this seat taken?” a raspy voice asks. You would know that voice anywhere.

“It’s all yours,” you reply.

You turn to see a redhead wearing a smirk as she straddles the barstool. Her hair is pulled back in a small ponytail, and she is so beautiful. She orders a drink, Russian vodka, and you watch as she downs a shot. Her biceps flex as she lifts the drip to her plump lips.

“Long day?” she asks you once she’s swallowed her drink.

“Very long. I missed my wife,” you say.

“Hm. I bet your wife missed you too.”

You fail at hiding a smile, and she returns one too.

“I’m Natasha,” she says, holding out her strong hand for you to shake. You do so and tell her your name too. It’s a familiar dance.

“You’re a firefighter?” you ask her.

“How’d you know?” she shoots back almost immediately. You gesture to her shirt that has the department logo on it. “Ah, yeah, I am.”

“So, you’re a hero, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” she says, her cheeks blushing a light red.

“I would. Tell me Natasha, how would you feel about saving me from this long day I’ve had?” you lean closer to her and ask.

“It would be a pleasure, y/n. I just live down the block.”

“Me too.”

The redhead pays for your drinks and takes your hand. Her coworkers whistle as they see her leaving with you. She shakes her head and pulls you towards the door.

Once you get to her apartment, you’re crashing your lips into hers. She returns the kiss and is quick to lift your shirt over your head. Natasha’s strong arms lift you up and carry you to the bedroom, never once breaking the kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” Nat says.

She kisses your neck, and your fingers slip under her shirt. She leans back and takes her own shirt off. Your eyes go wide at her perfectly shaped abs and her toned arms. Nat smirks and takes off her bra too. The sight of her straddling you half-naked is enough to make the heat pooling between your legs impossible to ignore.

“I need you,” you plead. “Natasha, please.”

“Be patient, sweetheart,” Natasha replies.

She kisses from your lips, to your breasts, down to your pant line. Her fingers work quickly to unzip your pants and slide them down your legs. Nat smirks as she can see how wet you are through your underwear.

“Fuck baby. Is this all for me?” she asks, kissing the inside of your thighs. You nod. She slips off your underwear in a quick motion. “Use your words.”

“It’s all for you, Natasha,” you say. It comes out breathily.

Next thing you know, Natasha has her tongue buried inside you. She licks at your wetness, and her strong hands keep your legs spread for her. Nat takes your clit in her mouth, and you feel yourself tipping over the edge. Your legs shake with pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy,” Natasha says, her voice muffled by the way you clench your thighs around her head. And you do cum for her. She helps you come down from your high and then moves up and kisses your lips once again.

“God, you’re so hot, Nat,” you say.

“Hot enough to ride your face?” Nat asks, kissing you once more. You nod your head in excitement. You love the feeling of her pussy against your face.

Natasha smirks and situates herself against your mouth. Your hands go to her muscular thighs as she begins to ride your face. Your mind is fuzzy as you gather her wetness with your tongue. The moans she lets out are like music to your ears.

“Oh, I’m going to cum,” Nat says as she clutches the headboard. “Fuck y/n.”

You hum against her, and she cums hard on your face. Her hips move erratically as she comes down. She climbs off your face and lays down next to you. Or more accurately, half on top of you as her cheek presses against your shoulder and her legs intertwine with yours.

“Do you still miss your wife?” Nat asks with a knowing grin.

“Nope. She’s right here in my arms,” you say with a chuckle. “I love you, Natasha.”

“I love you too, baby.”

You smile at her, and she blushes. She may be physically strong and tough, but her heart is soft and it belongs to you.

“We should do this again sometime,” she says. “You know, the whole pretending not to know each other thing because I think that’s the best sex we’ve had in a long time.”

“I agree. Round 2?” you ask.

Natasha answers by kissing you. You love this woman so much.

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[qu0kkarambles]

Day 8 - Lee Jeno

Authors note - day 8! This wasn’t the fic I had planned for today but we move. I hope y’all like it and feel free to leave any comments down below.

Warnings - smut (minors dni), crossdressing, feminisation, nicknames, overstimulation, friends to lovers,

‘Come on~ show me’ you begged, sitting on the bed as you played mindlessly with the hem of your dress.

‘Y/n?! Are you insane?! I can’t go out like this!’ Jeno replied, his voice slightly muffled by the wall between you.

‘Oh come on please. Just show me, I’m sure you look amazing.’ You had been begging for almost 20 minutes, desperate to boost your best friends confidence if he would only let you see him.

‘You swear you won’t laugh? Or take pictures?’ He asked, his voice wavering.

‘I pinky promise. Now just come out already I wanna see you’ you said, your voice full of excitement.

As he stepped around the corner, your jaw dropped, all words gone from your brain as you took him in. Jeno was built, he had always been muscular, and had managed to minimise his body in baggy clothes and hoodies for years.

But now, there was no hiding. His arms bulged in the tight sleeves of the pale pink crop top he was wearing, his chest taut under the white butterfly wings patterned on the fabric. As your eyes trailed lower, past his toned waist and perfect abs, you landed on his thighs. Usually hidden by grey joggers, the muscles of his thighs were popping, the frilled hem of his pleated skirt just barely hiding the swell of his ass as he turned.

He finished his little twirl, his arms wrapping around his waist protectively as he stood before you. ‘Well…. What do you think?’ He asked, biting on his lower lip as he looked to the floor.

‘Fuck you look hot.’ You said, his cheeks blushing at your words. ‘I mean, hot- no I mean wow.’ You were stumbling over your words, your eyes darting from one place to the next, unsure where to linger as you took him in.

‘You like it?’ He asked, his voice full of uncertainty.

‘Fuck Jeno I- I think you look amazing I mean… you’re so… sexy?!’ You continued to fumble your words. ‘God this feels weird I mean, you’re my best friend but fuck me you’re so hot right now’

‘I- I mean I don’t know what to say y/n’ he replied, his cheeks and neck bright red from the blush of your compliments. You stood before him, your fingertips trailing over the fabric of his clothes as you admired his outfit. Your hands trailed his back, the frilled lace of his skirt, across the pattern on his chest. His breath hitched, a small whine leaving his lips as you accidentally rubbed across his nipple. Unsure if you had misheard, you repeated your movement, watching as his eyes widened, his lower lip caught between his teeth, stifling a moan.

You teased him further, hand running along the lower hem of his skirt, his thigh moving slightly closer to you as you skimmed your fingers over his skin.

‘Y/n’ he was breathless, almost panting as your eyes met his. His lips crashed to yours, your hands finding his waist as his hands found the nape of your neck, holding each other impossibly closer. You explored his mouth, pulling whines from him as you teased him further, playing with the waistband of his skirt. He finally broke your kiss, each of you catching your breath as you ran your hands over his ass. With a small squeeze, a low moan fell from his lips, soon silenced when he resumed your kiss.

You walked him back towards the bed, his lips still connected to yours, his back connecting with the mattress as you straddled his thighs. From this new position, his skirt has risen slightly, exposing the growing bulge hiding beneath the pleated fabric. Your hands found his length, slowly teasing him over the fabric of his underwear as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you down more onto him.

‘Fuck, please y/n. Please’ he whispered, begging for more. You complied, his underwear soon finding the floor of the bedroom as you removed your own clothes. Before long, you were entirely naked above him, his skirt and cropped top still tightly hugging his every muscle.

‘You keep these on, ok baby?’ You said, his head nodding frantically as he watched your hands run along his body. You began kissing along his neck, a sweet distraction while you slowly lowered yourself onto him. The room was filled with your moans, his hands gripping tightly onto your waist as he bottomed out.

‘Fuck y/n, I won’t last long’ he said, his voice shakey as you slowly began to ride him, your movements deep and intentional.

‘Don’t worry baby, you cum whenever you’re ready. I’ll just keep riding until I cum too.’ You chuckled as he blushed, his hips meeting you as you began to increase your pace. He was chasing his high, his lips against your chest as he kissed along your skin. His thrusts had become frantic, his high fast approaching.

As he released, he finally slowed his hips, your movements carrying him through his high. You grabbed his hand from your waist, putting it to better use as you chased your own high. His fingers were magical, your high fast approaching as he whined at the overstimulation.

Your movements finally stuttered and stilled, your moans filling the room as he watched you in awe. You soon fell to his chest, his hands slowly rubbing along your back, soft comforting patterns drawn across your skin.

‘Y/n I… I don’t even know what to say right now’ he said, pressing a small kiss to your temple.

‘Then say nothing. At least for a little while. Please, Jeno.’ You replied, burying your face in the intoxicating smell of his skin. And so you lay there, not saying anything, both of you waiting to find the right words.

[dellalyra]

CONGRATS ON THE 1.5k!!!!!!! that’s so exciting and well deserved :)) for your event can i request a gojo thirst about his slutty little black t shirt? (i’m still thinking about it god help me)

A/N: I need a cold shower I’m sorry this is so self indulgent bc I would drop down no questions asked for that man. Filled w smut - shameless really. Hint of a degradation kink nd Dom gojo but mostly the biggest warning is his slutty black shirt. MDNI

Sitting beside Shoko and Nanami, you saw your boyfriend come into the bar you all were meeting for drinks after work - he'd come straight from a mission and Jesus he knew what he was doing. All you can hear is blood running through your ears when he struts toward the table - he did this on purpose is all you can think. You think you’ve forgotten how to breathe and he lifts his arms, strong and defined in a wave. He wrestles the other two into a hug and then leans in, a large hand snaking around to hold the small of your back, leaning down to whisper ‘hey, princess’ with a kiss to the shell of your ear and oh do you shiver at the feeling on his breath on your bare neck. All you can do is look up at him with wide eyes and he smirks, in his glasses, you can see your own eyes - the pretty colour of them almost completely disappeared underneath the dilated expanse of your pupils.

He knows what he's doing.

You can see other women sneer at you, jealousy was palpable. He's always gorgeous, otherworldly in beauty.

But fuck, that makes him positively provocative, he looks like walking sin and hell has never looked more appealing to you. You manage about 30 minutes of chatter between your oldest friends, squirming in your seat with the uncomfortable feeling of your far too damp panties clinging to your heat and you'd swear your pussy had its very own pulse. Nanami left to go to the bathroom, Shoko to get a top up and Satoru wraps his arm around your shoulder, and the heavy feeling of muscles and heat emanating from him makes you whimper.

“Fuck Princess, I knew I’d get a rise outta you but I didn’t think you’d be that much of a pathetic whore to whimper in public.” He smirks, fingers dancing down your arm, eyes looking directly at you through your glasses.

“Fuck you, ‘toru.” You reply, closing your eyes and tilting your head up until a finger nudges your chin so you’re directly looking at him.

“You can if you want, sugar. Wanna hop?” He asks, laying a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“God, please, I need - home. Now.” You whine into his neck, leaving a kitten lick behind because you just can’t help yourself when he is wearing that.

He makes an excuse to Shoko and wraps his arm around your waist and you’re outside and then you’re home and in your room and he’s pushing you onto you knees beside the bed - and looking up at him through your lashes what you see could easily be a god.

His skin tight, black muscle tee is so fucking fitted that every crevice and expanse of him is highlighted in it’s shadows. His bulk, usually hidden in his uniform is fully on display like artwork at the Louvre and you’re there to worship him. To praise the masterpiece that is the way the sleeves hug his goddamn arms with biceps and triceps stretching the fabric to it’s very limit - bursting at the seams. His chest heaves with heavy breaths as the sight of you, in your pretty party dress, on your knees nearly knocks him for six. The definition of his back is easily seen in the mirror behind him, the planes of his abs are just calling for your tongue’s exploration as he lifts the hem of his shirt to bite between his teeth and slaps his long, pretty cock across your glossy lips.

“This what a fuckin’ T-shirt does to you? Christ, I wonder how much of a whore my cock’ll make you then, filthy fuckin’ girl. Now c’mon, might be nice to you if you suck me real good baby.”

[drewsbuzzcut]

Haze

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb… read drunk off you before this part!

warnings: slight slight smut, mentions of sex, tattoos, mentions of taking drugs (not actually taking any),

“Holy fuck,” you let out in a half moan. You let a giggle escape at just how high you feel without even having to do any drugs. Your breath is almost nonexistent, your vision is still kind of blurry. Your body is spread out on your bed, you’re covered in sweat and cum, and when you turn your head to look at mat, he’s in the same satiated state.

After your fun sex-capades in your kitchen this morning, mat brought you back to your room where you both took an effective nap. Effective because when the two of you woke up an hour later, you were ready to jump each other’s bones again, and that’s what you both did.

Your bedsheets are a mess, but it’s a mess you’re not bothered to worry about. You just let your body come back down to earth as well as enjoying the little kisses mat leaves in random places. Mat props himself up on his elbow so that he’s sideways but facing you. He lets his fingers travel over the soft lines of your abs and up the valleys of your chest. His contact sends shivers down your spine, slowly making your hips arch up, your pussy searching for his touch. Before you can get too excited, you turn so that you’re laying on your stomach with your arms folded under your head that’s facing towards mat.

“You’re so soft,�� mat muses as he traces the curve of your spine so delicately, it’s like a feather brushing against your skin. You only smile in response, you’re kind of shy because this man just saw you naked and you’re finally realizing the seriousness of it all. Mat continues to stroke your skin whether it be on your back, your arms, or your face. He seems to take his time when he lands on your tattoos, wanting to memorize them. His wandering fingers don’t last long. Soon he’s pulling you into him so that you’re almost fully on top of him, legs tangled and your head resting on his chest. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, leaving slow kisses there.

You both are out of the covers- the atmosphere too hot to be covered by anything else besides each other.

“I didn’t notice how many tattoos you had,” mat breaks the silence.

Sometimes you forgot that you had tattoos, and you hadn’t really showed them to mat. The only ones he’s seen are the ones that are in noticeable areas, but today he got to see every single one.

“Mmm yeah. I forget I have some that are hiding,” you murmur.

“What’s your favorite?”

“My cherries,” you guide his attention to the back of your neck by moving your hair away from the area. You feel the tip of his finger follow along the lines of the tattoo. The cherry tattoo wasn’t new to mat, he knew it all too well. Most times he’d kiss the back of your neck, on the tattoo, in greeting or just a simple show of affection.

“Typical,” mat teases, knowing the love or appreciation you have for cherries. You had a couple cherry decorations in your apartment, an unending stock of cherries in your fridge, and his favorite: multiple cherry themed panties. You give him a light shove and roll your eyes, and the giggle you let out is music to his ears.

“What’s your favorite?” You ask.

“Divine feminine,” he replies with no hesitation. You shiver at the feeling of his hand, once again, tracing each letter of the little phrase tattooed on your back.

Your only response is a kiss on his lips.

“I didn’t know models were allowed to have tattoos.”

“Yeah… it makes it a little harder to land a gig, and the makeup artists have to spend more time covering them up, but I’ve been lucky with everyone I work with in regards to them not having a problem with my ink,” you explain.

“That’s because you’re phenomenal,” he slides from under you so that he lays almost completely over you, leaving you a kiss on your cheek.

“And incredibly beautiful,” another kiss to your cheek.

You turn your head so you can kiss him on the lips, your smile interrupting the lip lock. He moves his lips back to your cheek, leaving kiss after kiss there. You start to feel him lightly sucking on the skin, and it makes you giggle.

“Maty, you better not leave me a hickey on my cheek,” you groan in faux annoyance.

“I’m not,” he swears.

“I love you, barzy,” you tell him, staring deep into his eyes with your hand in his hair, massaging his scalp.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, fully on top of you now, and even though he is heavy, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I love you. I can’t believe I can finally tell you that- whenever I want. I swear I felt it as soon as I met you, and I know that sounds crazy and maybe weird, but it’s true,” he whispers into your skin.

It wasn’t weird, you felt it too. Now, you’re just glad that you both can express those overwhelming feelings freely. 

[jaozendry]

BIRTHDAY SPECIAL: Jason's Surprise

Pairing: Jason Todd (Robin) x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Summary: Jason invites you to a one-on-one date for your birthday.

Author's note: celebrating my bday with my husband!!!! <3

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While you're doing homework, Jason sneaks up on you. He hugs you from behind and kisses your neck after placing a note on your desk. You chuckle nervously while caressing his arm holding you.

"Happy birthday, Y/N." he whispers in a very attractive tone. "I honestly hoped you would forget." you reply, playing the same game as him. "Why would I forget my darling's birthday?" he asks, earning a little laugh from you. "Go ahead, love. Read it." he tells you. "A birthday card. Cute." you say while smirking. "Oh, it's way more than just a birthday card, Y/N." he says while flipping the page with you. You read the note outloud: "Hey, luv, happy birthday. Meet me in my room at 9 PM, I have a little surprise for you." You close the birthday card, smiling like a complete idiot. "Your handwriting is still awful." you say jokingly. "Really?" he asks, smirking. "I thought it improved." You chuckle. "Not enough, apparently." you say as you stand up and kiss him on the forehead. "God, I love you." he says after the kiss. "I know you do." you jokingly reply.

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It's 9 PM, you head to Jason's room as promised. As you are walking down the hallway, Jason comes from behind and holds your hand. "Close your eyes." he tells you, putting his hand on your eyes and guiding you to his room. He opens the door and removes his hand from your eyes, telling you to open them. Your face shines in disbelief and amazement as Jason tells you happy birthday once again. Flashing lights have been hung from every corner of the room, resulting in a beautiful combination of neon lights. "When did you have time to do all this?" you ask, happiness in your voice. "Oh, I made time. For you." You laugh nervously. You notice all the decorations your boyfriend put on. "Since when are you so aesthetic?" you ask, smirking. "I had a little help." Jason responds. "This is too much, Jason." you say as you turn around. "Come on, Y/N, that's barely half of it." he explains before taking your hand and slowly dragging you to another part of the room. You stand before a dinner table with your favorite meal and your favorite cake on it. "God, what is wrong with you." you ask jokingly, smiling like an idiot. "I love you way too much, that's what's wrong with me." he responds, holding your stomach from behind. "This is literally amazing, Jason." you declare, your eyes glowing in amazement. "I know, I'm amazing." he whispers.

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"Jeez. I am. Full." you declare after utterly devouring your plate. Jason wipes away a bit of cake on your cheek before you chuckle. He caresses your face and stares at you in the eyes, almost accusing you, but in a sexy way. You engage back in his game before the two of you kiss for a few seconds. "Alright, time for your gift." he says after the two of you kissed. "Isn't it too much? I feel bad." you say, standing up slowly. "Don't. You deserve every bit of it." he responds, pressing a button next to his closet. A door opens before you, revealing a mannequin. "That is not my new suit." you declare in utter disbelief. "It is, though." he responds, holding your hand. "This is amazing, Jason." you squeal out of excitement. You turn back to your boyfriend and hug him, the tightest possible and kiss him on the lips. "I love you so much." you admit, going through his curly hair. "Now, for my final gift, do me a favour. Remove your shirt and lay down on the goddamn bed, Jason Todd." He obeys your demand and you jump on his bed, caressing his abs and laying your head on his shoulder, slowly but surely falling asleep beside your beloved boyfriend. "Best. Birthday. Ever." you whisper.

"I know, Y/N. I'm amazing. I know."

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 6

Masterlist

Series masterlist

Part 5 🍂 Part 7

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: Mostly fluff, some frustrations (we're still remodeling, folks), some angst? We're collectively getting mad at Jules...

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: @keanureevesisbae is now officially so far ahead that I owe her until part 10... You're an absolute powerhouse, babe, keep it up! ❤️❤️

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn

This weekend was going to kill you, you were sure of it. It was Friday, you were free. Jules had taken a day off, so had Sy and Patrick – you’d begged them not to, but they insisted. The shipping company hadn’t been able to find your stuff, and had agreed to reimburse you for the costs of service and the lost furniture. Now, you were left with the lovely task of buying new furniture. Some things you’d been able to order online, but others you wanted to check out in person. Like a mattress. And a couch. That meant you and Julie had some shopping to do, while the boys had agreed to start painting the rooms downstairs - there was plenty of time to take care of the second floor, but first you needed at least one room in that house to feel livable.

“You said what?” You sure were glad Jules thought it was funny. Her hysterical laughter stopped at once when you told her about his reaction – which was probably for the better, because she almost drove you into a ditch.

“Girl, get some!” she practically begged you. “And get this man off my boyfriend’s couch, please!”

“Are you suggesting we move in together?” you asked her sarcastically. Julie did seem to realize that that was possibly a bit more than she could hope for at this point.

“Did anything else happen?” This interrogation was never going to end… You replied by casually mentioning the shoulder-pinching, and the way he’d leaned his leg against yours underneath the table while you’d been eating.

“Ooh, he’s getting touchy!” Julie almost sang the words, and looked very excited. Touchy. That was new and scary. You’d never even kissed him and – Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Julie honking at some douche who cut you off in the parking lot.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole!” Jules yelled before sighing and turning to you. “Oh well, let’s buy you a bed!”

“Need some help with that?” Patrick called when you and Julie were dragging boxes out of the back of Sy’s truck. It had been a good idea to take that, instead of Jules’ tiny car. Unfortunately, it hadn’t been yours, or even hers.

“Told ya that it wasn’t gonna work with your li’l Fiat, Jules,” Sy teased as he also stepped outside to lend a hand. You threw your head around to tell them they could continue painting, not expecting both of them to be standing there without a shirt on. It was 35 degrees out, sure, but did that mean they had to be half naked? Well, ‘they’… Patrick could be half naked all he wanted, he was taken and – if you had to be honest – a little scrawny for your taste. If you allowed yourself to be superficial, you know. Seeing Sy, however, fuck… He was something else.  The little sneak preview of his abs hadn’t prepared you for the rest of him. Your arms were jelly – in part because they were still sore from the carpet-adventure, and in part because of Sy, who you only now realized was walking over to you, just as the box in your hands started to slip.

“For someone who spends a lot of time yelling at everyone who offers her any help, you seem to get yourself in a lot of situations that look a whole ass lot like you’re in need of some help, Sugar.” He picked up the box like it weighed nothing and winked at you. Or, again, tried to, which made you crack up. Of course that didn’t knock the stupid grin off his face, no. You just knew it only got wider as he walked your stuff back to the house while you just stood there, unable to move, watching the muscles in his back move…

“Earth to Lara?” Jules waved her hand in front of your face impatiently. “Hi, yeah. Thanks for joining us today. Pat and I have some errands to run, you and Sy can hold down the fort here, right?”

“Errands to run? What errands?”

“Someone’s got to pick up your new floors, right?” Jules smiles deviously. Yes, someone had to pick up the new floors, but not them?

“Can't we go together?”

“Let’s see… No.” And just like that, she was gone. Patrick waved with a sheepish grin on his face. You were pretty sure he knew exactly why Jules insisted they go together, and you didn’t like it at all.

“Sugar, can you come lend a hand?” Sy leaned against the door frame, still not wearing a shirt.

“Of course,” you said as you walked towards him.

“Y’okay, sweetheart?” Oh, great, another cute little nickname to stop your heart in its tracks. Pat called you the exact same names, you knew they were pretty damn casual around here. Then why couldn’t you just take them that way when Sy said it? Sy walked you to the three rooms on the ground floor. He and Patrick had somehow managed to do the work of five men while you and Jules were out. That being said, it probably helped that they were tall enough to not have to step on and off a ladder the whole time. The last room you walked into had the boxes that contained your new bedframe.

“Sy, just so you know, I’m practically worthless when it comes to putting furniture together,” you said. Not to mention you were beyond exhausted at this point, and therefore practically worthless when it came to everything.

“That’s why I’m gonna do it for ya, Sugar, I just need an extra set of hands.” He grinned. You were far too tired to protest, so you just did as instructed while Sy did most of the heavy lifting on putting the bed together. Thanks to Sy, you were done faster than you could have even figured out the instructions. Dragging that mattress to the other room would have cost you your back, but not Sy. You grabbed the sheets from the bag in the kitchen, kicking your stupid air mattress demonstratively before finishing up in your new temporary bedroom. For the first time in months, you had a decent bed, and you were very excited about that. 200 housewife points for you! Sy sat down on the edge of the mattress and bounced up and down for a bit while flashing you a suggestive smile. “Feels sturdy enough,” he said. His smile turned into a grin when he saw you roll your eyes, barely able to control your own face, where a smile threatened to break through.

“Sy,” you said as you took a step towards him, “thank you.” You knew you were about to cry the same tears as you did after that phone call that Sy had handled for you, and there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop it. He pulled you in so you were standing between his knees.

“It’s just a bed, Sugar.” It wasn’t. You knew it, he knew it, Julie would no doubt know it if she were here. Patrick would probably be clueless, but that was just who he was most of the time. It wasn’t the bed itself, but the fact that he made you go out and buy it, the fact that he put it together for you. It was the fact he was taking care of you, even though you’d never asked him to do that. You were reminded of a random line from Grease; ‘the only man a girl can depend on is her daddy’. Well you couldn’t even depend on him, so why depend on anyone else, ever? Over the years you’d built walls around the walls you’d built around your walls. But you’d seen Sy with a sledgehammer. You were fucked. You could kiss the independence you’d worked so hard for goodbye. Maybe it was time to swallow your pride.

“I could never have done this without you, Sy,” you whispered. You couldn’t bring yourself to say it louder, it already hurt too much to throw everything you were away like this.

“Know what, Sugar, I think you’re right.” Sy laughed, which you found incredibly annoying. “You think, if I bought this house, that I could have done all of this by myself?” Part of you was convinced he would have pulled it off, but for the most part, you knew he wouldn’t even have tried.

“Thanks, Sy, you’re a great…” Your voice trailed off.

“Friend?” Sy added. His voice was rough, his expression grim. Unconsciously, one of your hands reached for his cheek. The hair of his beard was surprisingly soft.

“Maybe more.” It wasn’t even a whisper, it was just a breath.

“Sugar, if you think this could be something, kiss me.” His eyes were intense, his voice low and gravelly. It was incredibly sexy, and you were incredibly turned on. And incredibly scared. You couldn’t fuck this up again – Jules would have you drawn and quartered, and you’d gracefully accept your fate because you wouldn’t want to live in a universe in which you were so goddamn stupid as to ruin a chance with a man like this twice. The problem was: you couldn’t move. Sy scoffed and started to turn away, you had to do something…

“Sy, I need your help,” you said shyly. It took him a second to catch up, and then he chuckled. A large arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you onto his lap with ease. Your hand was still on his cheek, the other wrapped around his neck. His face came closer, your eyes fell shut…

“We’re back!” The already very unwelcome exclamation was followed by an even more unwelcome shriek.

“Jules, you have the worst goddamn timing,” Sy growled.

[iamheadcanontrash-deactivated]

Against the Wall (Hyun Ryu x Reader) MDNI!! 18+!! (Kinktober #2)

You sat next to Zen at the table, laughing at the antics of an enthusiastic Seven as he dramatically explained the premise of Zen's new role to Yoosung.

Everyone had come out to celebrate your lovely partner's birthday, and he was beaming at the table while eating the free ice cream he'd gotten. Jaehee was on the other side of him, rolling her eyes at Seven but a smile gracing her features, and Jumin sat on the other side of Yoosung, properly eating his dessert.

Zen turned his head to you, his hand moving down to squeeze your thigh as he smiled at you and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You smiled back at him, and placed your hand on top of his, giving an assuring squeeze back. He turned back to his ice cream, and your chest warmed at the sight of him enjoying his found family celebrating him.

You both get off his motorcycle after getting back to the apartment, and he lets you lead the way to his front door, unlocking it and leading you both inside.

"Thank you for an incredible birthday, baby. I love you so much."

"You deserve an incredible birthday, Hyun. I love you too."

He smiled and hummed, leaning down to kiss your lips. One hand was placed against your cheek, the other on your waist. After a few pecks, he licked your bottom lip, a silent request for a deeper kiss. You obliged, sucking his bottom lip as your hands ran up his stomach, his abs, up his pecs. He'd slowly backed you up against the wall, and your hands go up to his neck, gently holding his face with both hands as the kiss deepened further.

"Baby, be careful." He leaned his forehead against yours, whispering.

"But it's your birthday." You countered, kissing him again.

He groaned, "I'm going to take you up against this wall if you don't stop."

"What if I want you to?" You quietly asked, looking up into his eyes.

He grabbed a handful of your ass before moving back up to your front, his fingers pressing against you through your pants.

"You looked so beautiful for me tonight," he said, kissing your neck as you rolled your hips against his hand.

"All for my baby's birthday." You replied. His hands went up and tugged at your waistband.

"May I?" He asked. You nodded, and he pulled them down. There was a chill through the apartment that prompted goosebumps to rise on your skin, but he'd quickly be warming you back up again. His fingers went back to your core, quickly growing damp as your need for him increased. He rubbed back and forth across your clothed folds, and you couldn’t help but grind your hips against his hands. You moved your hands back down his sides, grabbing the hem of his shirt with your fingertips and lifted it up. He looked at you through his lashes and paused to yank his shirt off. He began unbuckling his belt next, and you put your hands over his to help him. He slid the belt through the loops of his black jeans, and yanked them down. As he got undressed, so did you. Unclasping your bra and taking it off under your shirt, sliding your panties down to the floor and stepping out of them, and he was immediately pressed against you once more. His fingers went back to your sex to find you wet with excitement, fingers moving in circles as you put your mouth against his, hands sliding down his abs to touch his length.

He groaned against your mouth, moving his free hand above your head to grab onto the wall.

“Baby, I can’t hold back. I need you so, so bad.” His words almost slurred with pleasure as you continued to stroke him, thumb collecting the precum from his tip and sliding it down the rest of him.

“You can have me, Hyun.” You moaned. He groaned again and removed his fingers from playing with your clit to your thigh, lifting your leg up to gain him access.

You held the base of his shaft, guiding him to your entrance and he sunk himself into you, against the wall.

His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he began thrusting, you clenching around him making him shudder as he started to pick up his pace.

You have one hand stroking his face, his chest, and the other hand moving down to play with yourself as he thrusts. He opens his eyes in time to see you roll your nipple between your two fingers, the feeling causing you to clench around him again, and he’s moaning deeply into your ear. Your hand drops further and you toy with your clit this time as he continues his pace, and it isn’t long until you find your high, your breathing going uneven and light whimpers leaving your lips.

Your cunt pulses around him with your climax and he follows shortly after, spilling into you, a mix of both of your arousals dripping onto the tile floor.

“Happy birthday, Zenny.”

[breaniebree]

SNEAK PEEK

SNEAK PEEK Chapter 4 -- The One Where They're Accidentally Living Together

“We have to go, Bas.  Blaise made the reservation for seven,” Theo told him, stepping up behind his boyfriend and dancing his fingertips over his tight abs.  Merlin, his boyfriend had some fine abs.

Sebastian turned back to the closet.  “I know, I know!  Where is this bloody blue shirt you want me to wear?  Have you seen it recently?”

Theo shook his head, his hands still all over his boyfriend’s muscles.  “No, not since we last did laundry.”

“Right,” Sebastian said, searching back through the hangers.  “I swore it was in here.”

Theo stared at the clothes suddenly realizing what he’d just said.  The amount of clothing that Sebastian had in Theo’s closet was almost his entire wardrobe, maybe more.  Theo was always picking him up shirts or jumpers from time to time and adding them to his boyfriend’s side of the closet without telling him.  As he looked at the clothing on the rack, a surprised breath ran through him.

Were they living together?  

When was the last time that Sebastian had even gone home?

“What is it?”  Sebastian asked, turning to look at him and giving Theo another exciting view of all of those muscles and his tight abs.

“Your clothes,” he began, licking his bottom lip.  “Bas… do we live together?”

Sebastian laughed and tugged a black dress shirt from the hanger, giving up on finding the blue one.  “Of course not.  I still have my flat in Manchester.  If we were living together, we would have talked about it.”

“But… all of your clothes are here.”

Sebastian turned back to look at his clothes in bafflement.  “Um… I don’t think so.  I still have clothes at my flat.”

Theo blinked.  “When’s the last time we were at your flat?”

Sebastian gave him another baffled look and then he frowned.  “I… I don’t know.  I mean, we haven’t really talked about it and… September, maybe?  August?  Fuck, I… I don’t even remember the last time that I slept in my own bed.”

“We’ve never talked about it,” Theo began, looking thoughtful.

“We can’t just be living together,” Sebastian insisted, his eyes wide in panic.  “That doesn’t make sense.  This is like an important step that couples talk about and we never… do you want me to go back to my flat?  I don’t know how so many of my clothes ended up here, but… I’ll bring them home with me tonight.”

Theo jumped into his arms, making Sebastian laugh as he caught him, dropping the black shirt in his hands to the floor.  He linked his arms around his neck.  “No!”

“No?”  Sebastian repeated, wrapping Theo’s legs around his waist to hold him in place.

“I love your flat, but I don’t want you there.  I want you here.  Let’s talk about it, Sebastian.  Right now.  Do you want to live together?  With me, I mean.”

“Baby, I think that I’ve kind of been living here for months and we didn’t know it,” Sebastian admitted, an amused look on his face.

Theo chuckled.  “I don’t like sleeping without you.”

“Me neither,” Sebastian confessed, biting his bottom lip.  “So, are we going to do this then?  Move in together?  Officially?”

“I don’t know,” Theo replied.  “You love your flat.  Do you want me to move in there with you?”

Sebastian’s smile was soft.  “I do love my flat, but I would never ask you to move in there with me when you have a manor, Theo.”

“House.”

“Manor,” Sebastian teased.  “And I think I unofficially moved in here already.”

Theo grinned and planted a big kiss on his mouth.  “Perfect.  Don’t leave me.  There, we discussed it.  You live here now.  Let’s go get the rest of your stuff.”

Sebastian laughed.  “I live here now, eh?  Just like that?”

He slid his hands over the muscles in his chest, over each plain and groove as he nodded.  “In my bed where you belong.  Right?”

Sebastian bent his head to capture his mouth in his.  “I want to be wherever you are, baby.  Let’s do it.  Let’s move in together.”

[tybaltcapuletslove]

Tybalt x Reader Fluff (as requested :)))

A/n: sorry if it’s bad. This is my first time writing in a long time. Maybe at some point I’ll go back and revise it so it’s not as shitty. Also this is based on 1996 Tybalt. And sorry I don’t use the dialogue used in the movie 😭 but like I’m not ab to do all that plus it’s easier to understand this way

Tybalt Capulet- Sleepover

Tonight was a very important night for me. It was my first night in my new home.

However, as excited as I was to have my own place, a large place (at least for one person) at that, I was terrified.

I’ve never been alone. I’ve always lived with my parents in their mansion which was constantly filled with servants and visitors there for business. I was never alone, there was always someone at least a few doors down.

Now I was here all alone. It was dark outside but there wasn’t a star to be seen. I was in my living area with every light on watching tv, terrified to go to my room and sleep.

What if someone breaks in? A fire? A heart attack? There would be no one to help me.

Then my overthinking was interrupted by loud knocking. I jumped from my couch terrified and almost screamed, but luckily I stopped myself.

“Who is it?” I questioned.

“It’s me, Tyblalt! Sorry I’m here so late! However since you’re awake can you open the door. I have some things to give you!”

I sighed putting my hand over my fast paced heart. It was just my good friend Tybalt. I had expected him earlier today as he had mentioned coming over before with gifts from his aunt and uncle who do business with my parents. Also he mentioned just wanting to visit me, we hadn’t had any alone time in a long while.

Me and him were always close and always went off together, just us two. It was fun. So many stolen glances. So many stolen kisses. So much happiness.

Me and him weren’t anything though. We were just close friends, who happened to be too close at times.

I opened the door for him and he came in carrying and gift bag.

“Do you not have a maid” He questioned.

“No, I wanted to try living in my own with no help, which isn’t going so well.” I replied.

“What do you mean?”

“Well it’s really scary here. I’ve never been alone, let alone at night. I’m so worried that something bad might happen.”

He sat down the bag and got closer to me, “Would you like me to stay then?” He asked with that sharp smile of his.

God, he was so gorgeous. That smile always had me head over heels.

“You don’t have to if you don’t w-“

“If I didn’t want to I wouldn’t have offered.” He said sternly.

I didn’t know what else to say so I just nodded and led him into the living room.

“If you’re tired you can go upstairs and take any room you’d like, but I want to keep watching tv.” I sat down on the couch, Tybalt sat beside me. “Oh and what did, im assuming lady capulet since she’s the one who usually deals with gift giving, send you with?”

“Oh it was just a tea kettle and a card saying congratulations, and asking if you’d still be attending the dinner party along with your parents this Thuresday.”

“Oh how thoughtful of her.” I rolled my eyes playfully. I never cared much for their business affairs or fancy parties, but it’s all they cared about when it came to me. The Capulets always made sure to stay on my parents good side to keep good business, and one of the ways they did that was through me. They’d give inexpensive gifts and would always make sure I was attending their parties, and when my parents were around them they’d always say sweet things to me. Lady Capulet was always kind to me in the coldest way.

Tybalt let out a little laugh and asked, “You are attending though? I would like it if you did attend.”

“I’ll think on it.” I joked knowing full well that I’d go just because he asked for me to.

After a little more chitchatting I became tired, but I kept fighting my sleep. I was enjoying his presence too much and I didn’t want to lose any time with him. After all, I don’t get to see him much anymore.

“Are you tired my lady?”

I shook my head, “not really. Just keep talking.” He smiled at me and continued on with our little conversation, I laid my head down on the arm of the couch.

I felt myself slowly slipping away to the sound of his voice until it was all quiet and my eyes could only see darkness.

-

During the night I must have moved some, as I woke up laying on his chest. I looked up at him. For someone in such an uncomfortable sleeping position, on a hard couch at that, he looked so peaceful. My movements must’ve startled him though because he began waking up.

I don’t know why but I decided to fake being asleep.

I felt him move some, and when I squinted my eyes open some I saw him looking down at me. He had a tired smile of him face.

His arms wrapped around me gently, as if trying not to wake me.

“Oh y/n, I wish I could wake up to this every morning.”

I felt myself blush a little, but I hoped it wasn’t too noticeable.

Then when he moved his hand to swoop some hair from my face I decided it was a good time to open my eyes.

“Goodmorning.” I said, my voice was still a little strained from sleep. I sat up , not pulling too far away from him though. “You know you should’ve went upstairs and found a bed to sleep in so you wouldn’t be stuck on this couch with me.”

“Why would I want to go all the way up there when I could fall asleep looking at you instead?”

I blushed at the question, “what do you mean by that, mr capulet?” I questioned him playfully.

“Y/n, I love you.” He said so suddenly. I was taken by surprise, and moved in fast stealing a kiss from him. It was an unexpected move, especially coming from me, but we seemed to both enjoy it.

“Oh Tybalt, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear those words leave your mouth.”

The end :)

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100 Days My Prince - Part 83

Part 83 – 1 Hour 8 Minutes

Fluff

Romance

Slight Smut

Character:

Baekhyun

Reader

‘Thank you for being there for me when I need you the most’

718 words

You are checking the main doors to make sure that everything has locked before you go to bed. Your husband goes to the shower after having a lovely dinner with you. You turn off the electricity in the living room and proceed to the bedroom.

You are lying on the bed while waiting for your husband to finish his shower before going to sleep together. You check any incoming messages and reply where necessary. You turn off the ceiling light in the bedroom and let the table lamp turns on. You feel sleepy, but you patiently wait for your husband.

You almost fell asleep when you feel someone gets closer to you. You open your eyes and see your gorgeous husband climbing the bed, going right on top of you. You stare at his affectionate gaze. His smile and his eyes struck a chord in you.

You could feel the heat within you slowly rising. Your heart is beating fast as well. Your handsome husband before you occupy your entire eyes and your entire mind.

“Sweetie….” his voice brought your mind back to the Earth, making you blush right away as he reminds you of the fact that you just stare at him in a daze.

He rubs his nose against your nose, making you giggle at his actions. He smiles when seeing you happy, as your happiness becomes his mood booster as well.

“Anyway, thank you for today, my love” he speaks while still positioned on top of you.

“Why?” you get curious.

“No matter my emotion is, no matter my health is, you are there for me…. You stay with me and go through the day with me, taking care of me when I am down with a fever.”

“Well, that’s my responsibility as your wife” you kiss his lips softly. “But, you’re welcome” you continue.

“Thank you for being my wife, and thank you for being there for me when I need you the most” he kisses your forehead.

You cover your eyes as you are blushing more than before. However, your husband firmly takes your hand that covers your eyes, stares into your eyes genuinely, and then speaks softly. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too….” you kiss him, and you could see his eyes turn half-closed, starts to get excited. You could also feel something twitching below you. He groans right away when you indirectly move your lower part against his. “Hubby, I want….”

“Me too, my love, ummm….” both of you moan when you finally become one tonight. Both of you are bare, his muscles are tight and firm, and you could feel every inch of his lower muscle that contains a restrained power going in and out of you.

The crystal-clear water streams down his broad chest, defeating the wind blowing from the air-conditioner. As the sweat goes down across his abs and slowly flows down more…. You can’t help but watch intensely at the sight.

“Do you like what you see, umm….” your husband asks in the midst of you trying to hold out your scream from the excitement.

“Yeah, ugh…. Hubby, I….” you didn’t manage to complete your sentence as you reach cloud nine first.

He flips you over and resumes the session. As he satisfies your bottom part, he takes care of the upper part as well. This time, you can’t stand but moan loudly.

“Go louder, my love…. Let me hear you scream….” he thrusts into you harder and faster while hugging you from behind and making hickeys all over your neck.

You feel another tension built within you. Your husband feels the tension as well; he accelerates his movement, making both of you grunt and scream even more until both of you reach another cloud nine.

Both of you stay in the same position while trying to catch your breath. After that, you turn to him and he brings you to his manly embrace.

“Wow, we spend around 1 hour and 8 minutes on the session.”

“Why do you need to count that…. do you want more?” but you only giggle when he poses the question.

“Later…. my dear hubby Baekhyun….” he smiles when he hears you giggling and gives him a signal.

“Well then, don’t wait until later, let’s do round two now.”

To be continued….

Uploaded on: 29th January 2023

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