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poppy-metal · 3 months ago

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Kinky dirty gross casual hookup Patrick but one day you're feeling all sad and sensitive and you ask him if he can just have some vanilla missionary sex with you and he agrees even though he expects to be bored and not be able to cum but he realizes halfway through that oops! He's kind of in love with you and he's making love with you and it's softer than you expected from him and he cums just as hard because it's you and it fucks him up in the head a little afterwards

patrick who comes over to fuck and notices you're different than usual, more quiet and less eager to jump his bones - so he suggests you can cancel if you're not feeling up to it, no hard feelings - and you immediately cling onto him. tell him that you do want to have sex with him - you're just not feeling the rough stuff today.

and patrick tenses for a moment - considers telling you he's not comfortable with that. he's not the making love type. but then he thinks about leaving you alone when you're looking at him like you need him and he gets this uncomfortable feeling in his chest that makes him itch. finds his heart and brain warring with eachother, but when your lashes lower and you start to slide off his lap like a kicked puppy he grips you by the waist and tugs you back to him.

"sorry. sorry I'm just - not good at this shit. c'mere -" and despite the warning bells in his head - he kisses you. softly and tenderly. cups your cheek with one hand as he lets his other hand explore your body leisurely. not rushing to tear your clothes off like a sex possessed animal. and it's terrifying how easy it is to slip into. he likes you, is the thing. he likes fucking you, but he also like just you in general. your personality and your laugh and the way you smell and the way you feel in his arms. these are things he tries to shove down and not think too hard about whenever they pop up, but he kinda can't escape those thoughts now. they kinda drown him.

you melt into him. like butter - like you trust him. no one trust patrick zweig. no one takes him serious enough to entrust him with anything, other than a quick orgasm. but the way you're folding into him and pushing into his hands and the fact that you asked for this - all vulnerable and shit - you trust him -

that kinda hits him like a bullet to the chest and he groans into your mouth - shifts so you're underneath him and then words he didn't even know he had locked up are spilling out as he slots between your thighs, brings your centers together -

"you're so fuckin' beautiful." he tells you. brings his mouth down to your throat - drags his lips over your pulse point that flutters - he traces his tongue over your skin and you gasp, arching into him. whispering his name.

he sits up - and your eyes connect in a way thats too raw - filled with too much want - he reaches down to grip the ends of his shirt, and despite how it makes him feel, how much he wants to run. he doesn't look away from you when he drags his shirt up and tosses it aside.

your hand comes up to lay your palm on his bare chest, trailing down his stomach and it's like you've never touched him before. which is insane. you've drawn blood from digging your nails into his skin before.

but this is different. this is you taking your time to worship him with your touch - not just holding on while he fucks you into the mattress.

he has to close his eyes and breathe in deeply when your fingers skate over his stomach - leans down to take your lips again before he does something stupid .

you're kissing more frenzied now, and the rest of your clothes dissappear - more moments passing between you as he tugs your panties down your sticky thighs slowly. watching you as he kisses down your stomach reverently, tongues your bellybutton. kisses across your pelvis.

your hand shakes as you push it through his hair. "patrick," you don't say anything else and you don't need to. alot is packed in with just that one word, his name trembling past your lips.

he eats you out lazily - hands cupping your ass - lapping through your slit with slow and broad strokes. his nose bumping your clit. your head tilts back as you moan but he doesn't stop watching you - watching the way your stomach contracts with pleasure. your tits heaving up and down, nipples taut and hard. the line of your throat as you whimper from his tongue on your pussy.

hes never taken his time like this before - his mouth usually rough and demanding - eating at you like he's trying to pull your soul out through your cunt, messy and sloppy. he's taking his time now, though. gently pentrating your hole in and out, licking inside you with intense purpose. when you cum, he laps it up, moaning as if in thanks.

and when he fists his cock and looks at where your slick and wet and open for him, he thinks he's the luckiest fucking man in the world to have you under him and about to accept him inside you - spreading your legs almost shyly for him -

"ready?"

he never asks. you're always gagging for it. but this feels important to ask, so he does.

you nod and he shuffles forward, guiding his cock into that soft warm cunt he's so familiar with - he falls over you with a groan, ducking down to kiss you because he needs your lips, needs to feel you all against him as he slides fully inside -

"fuck, baby." foreheads pressed together as he moves in and out of you with slow strokes - "I love the way you feel on my cock."

you wrap him up with your arms and legs and he drops down more, until your chest to chest, lips brushing with every thrust. "you feel so good inside me," you tell him, hands gliding up his slick flexing back. "you always feel - so good."

"yeah?" he asks. you're so fucking tight. warm little pussy hugging his dick and flexing around him in little pulses. he feels breathless with how much he feels in the moment. "you like how I feel filling you up? giving you what you need?"

if his voice is a little desperate, that's his business.

you nod, your nose bumping against his with how close you are. "always give me what I need - fuck, I love fucking you - it's the best I've ever felt - " your hands move down to his ass, gripping the flesh and prompting him to start moving faster. "please. please fuck me. I need you - I need you so much, patrick -"

he feels pride swell in his chest.

"you have me." more than you probably realize. he thinks he just split his chest open and gave you his heart tonight on a silver platter. he yanks one of your thighs around his hip to get deeper - rocking you into the bed - "cum when you need to, baby. cum on my cock - let me feel you. you feel so good - sucking me inside you - m'gonna fuck you all night, n' you can just keep - fuck - comin' for me."

he'll probably have a crisis about this in the morning. but for now it just feels too right.

#ask #patrick zweig smut #patrick zweig x reader

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snixkers · 4 months ago

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Hot to Go

Pairing: Emily Prentiss × Fem!Reader

For: Anonymous Request, filling the slot of praise kink for @cmkinkbingo2024

EXPLICIT CONTENT, SMUT

Content Warnings: Strapon (reader receiving), introducing new things in bedroom, soft!Dom Emily, description of sex toys, squirting, inexperienced reader, use of baby as a pet name

Summary: You find Emily's suggestion to spice things up very appealing.

Author's Note: Holy shit when I tell you I have never been sicker. I literally was typing gibberish thinking it made sense. Anyways, dw, this is hot, I promise.

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN!

You stared at Emily as she came home, scraping your food around on your plate haphazardly until she was finished unpacking. Her trained eyes immediately read your body language, setting off red flags in her brain.

"Hey, is something wrong?"

You tensed up at the sound of her sultry voice. After she came back from a case, you typically gave her a massage before letting your hands wander. And sometimes, the roles were reversed.

Her smooth, soft hands caressed your muscles, relieving every ache while simultaneously growing the one in your core.

You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of her voice, setting your plate in the sink. "I, um, I saw your package."

Her face fell slightly, although you could see a burning curiosity beginning to kindle. She knew, of course, exactly what you had found. She had purchased a strap on, nothing unimaginable, about five inches. Emily took a small step towards you before reaching her hands out.

You took them gratefully, a little bit nervous about where this was going but ready to explore.

"Last week, I was thinking. I'm usually on top in the bedroom, and I know we've already used toys, but you've never tried this."

Your face flushed, already aware of your inexperience when it came to your relationships with women. But Emily was always patient, asking questions and putting boundaries in place. She truly was the perfect partner.

So that's why with a shaky breath, you nodded, giving her a kiss. "I'd like to try that."

So that's how you found yourself on the bed five minutes later, your legs spread and knees pressed to your chest. She had been properly prepping you for a while, but you were desperate.

"Em, please, I want you."

She turned away, grabbing the harness and fastening it carefully.

"Just relax, baby. I'll take care of you."

Emily positioned herself at your entrance, rubbing the spongy tip up and down your dripping slit. The teasing was making you even more hot and bothered, which she could easily tell. "Ready for me?" She waiting for your nod of affirmation before slowly pressing inside.

You gasped involuntarily, feeling the head of the cock begin to breach you. She drove it in carefully, like she was trying not to break you. As hesitant as you were before, you wanted to feel the full spectrum of what she had to offer. "The whole thing." You said, not even realizing it was out loud.

She nodded, concentration beading on her brow. "Is this what you want?" She asked as the leather harness hit your thighs.

You shook your head, savoring the feeling of her sheathed deep inside you. "I need you to be rough, like you usually are."

She bit her lip, looking the opposite of the dominating figure she usually was in the bedroom.

"Are you sure? This is something new and I don't-"

Her voice trailed off as you began rocking against her, grinding yourself up and down the rubber. She looked down for a second before deciding to begin a steady pace.

Both of your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls and going back into your cores. She moved inside you with a purpose, hitting that button with every stroke. Your face was contorted in pleasure, and she committed it to memory.

Emily watched you writhe and moan beneath her with a sly smile, unable to help fondling your bouncing tits. "Oh baby, you're taking my cock so well."

You nodded at her words, eager to please as you rutted against her to assist in your pleasure. When she began to circle your clit with a single finger, the sensation made you shudder, your whole body quaking as it surrendered to her touch. She saw this and knew it, urging you closer to that orgasm you knew you were about to hit. "Come on baby, let me see you coat my cock. Just like that."

She didn't speed up, or go harder, just kept doing the same thing she had been to get the best reaction. And you knew you were a goner the second you heard a sloshing noise from between your legs. Almost immediately, a gush of liquid emanated from between your thighs.

She fucked you through your orgasm, making sure to slowly bring you down with words of encouragement before sliding the cock out from between your legs.

"How was it?"

You just nodded, too dazed to truly respond. She laughed at that, cleaning you up and leaving the toy on the corner of the bed, ready for your inevitable request of a second round

#criminal minds #writers on tumblr #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #fanfic #reqs open #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss smut

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sceletaflores · 5 months ago

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you need a seat? i’ll volunteer!

pairing: tashi duncan x fem!reader

summary: how much of a selfish douche does patrick have to be to not beg tashi to sit on his face every night? you certainly would.

—or: you show tashi what she’s missing out on…

word count: 3.7k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, girl kissing, oral (fem!receiving), fingering (fem!receiving) but not really, cheating (i can't stop lmao), patrick catching strays, a hint of "there's only one bed" trope, kinda sad angsty wlw pining, like this got a little depressing at the end lmao, more plot than i thought it would have when i started writing it (i physically can't not write so much plot it's a disease), no use of y/n.

author's note: AHHH HAPPY PRIDE!!! this is purely self indulgent lmao no one asked for this but i just had to write it. this is my first ever wlw fic!!! I know, please stop clapping, it was my duty to post one during pride month. i'm still writing the homoerotic wlw friendship fic, i promise it's coming! i just wrote this one way faster than i thought i would lol okay hope you love it! mwah xoxo

You and Tashi sit across from each other on the bed of some fancy hotel room in Texas the night before a match against UT with a new, exciting charge in the air between you.

Actually, the two of you sit on the only bed in the room after a mix up with the hotel’s booking but “You girls are close, you don’t mind sharing? Right?”

Your coach was right, you don’t mind sharing at all. Not one bit.

You and Tashi were more than close. The two of you have been best friends since middle school, and playing tennis with each other just as long. Whether it was playing side by side or with one of you standing on the opposite end of the court. It was you and her, always.

You realized your feelings for Tashi Duncan were a little more than platonic when you were 15 years old. You were staying the night at her house, laying on her bed with your legs tangled together under the covers watching Mean Girls as Tashi idly braided your hair. It was during the Halloween party scene where Cady catches Regina and Aaron kissing when Tashi spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence between you. “Have you ever kissed a boy like that?”

You just shook your head silently, leaning further into her hands as Cady stormed out of the party on-screen. You didn’t know why she was asking you, you told her everything. If a boy kissed you like that she’d be the first to know. Tashi was silent for a few more seconds, tying off the end of your braid and resting her hands on your shoulders.

“I could show you how,” she had said, “You know, for when guys want to kiss you like that.”

You immediately felt your heart start to race, palms suddenly sweaty. Her suggestion caught you off guard, but you think you heard that girls actually do stuff like that. It’s just practice, it’s not like it’s a big deal. Plus Tashi’s your best friend, you trust her.

You turned up to face her, searching her eyes for any hint of a joke, but you found nothing. Her face was earnest, bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she looked down at you, and her eyes filled with a mix of mischief and something deeper.

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Tashi smiled, moving closer until your faces were inches apart. You closed your eyes as your breath mingled with hers, her hand settling softly on your jaw. The first touch of her lips was soft and sweet, sending a shiver down your spine.

You gave in, parting your lips to let her tongue brush against yours. You felt something deep inside of you slot into place, like a missing puzzle piece finding its home. You got lost in the moment, mind going blank and fuzzy as your tongues explored each other's mouths. The thought of kissing boys suddenly felt unimportant and distant with Tashi’s lips moving against yours.

All too soon she was pulling back, her face soft and flushed. “See? Not so scary,” she said with a smile, you swore you could hear a slight tremor in her voice. She brushed her thumb across your cheek once before she laid back against the headboard and cast her gaze to the movie still playing.

“Yeah…” you trailed off, leaning against her to watch Regina get hit by the bus. Your mind was still buzzing, the feel and taste of Tashi lingering on your lips.

That kiss changed everything for you, but the two of you never talked about it again. Tashi woke up the next morning as if nothing had changed, smiling at you over breakfast talking a thousand miles a minute about the new tennis club in town. It’s been years since then, years of pretending like you’re not really in love with Tashi Duncan, that it was just a phase. You just adore her so much, a totally normal platonic best friend kind of adoration, that’s all.

It’s well past the time you and Tashi should have been asleep by now, pre-match jitters and excitement keeping the two of you up late. You’d been talking for hours already, and somehow the topic has shifted into raunchier territory. Maybe later you’ll blame the pent-up energy for blurring your filter, but for now you were content swapping recaps of the latest hookups you’ve shared with Art for her stories with Patrick.

The addition of Art and Patrick was definitely a new development in your relationship with Tashi. Two boys who thought they were being discreet following the two of you around the Adidas party all those months ago, taking turns chatting you up on the beach and inviting you back to their hotel room.

Then college started, and Patrick and Tashi were suddenly dating, and things sort of changed. Tashi was spending more time with him, leaving you alone to stew in your anger of feeling like the next best thing. Well not completely alone, Art was always there. In a similar situation as you, with Tashi taking up all of Patricks time when he’d visit campus. Leaving the two of you to sit in Art’s dorm sharing a handle of cheap vodka every time you got kicked out of your room so Tashi and Patrick could have some “alone time”.

Art’s hot, and he seemed to like you so it felt easy enough for the two of you to pair off like Tashi and Patrick did. You wouldn’t call it dating, friends with benefits fit better, but he was a nice distraction from the new Tashi shaped hole in your life, so you indulged. Tashi was overjoyed when she found out, so happy for you in every sense of the word. Constantly badgering you for details, like she was just before your conversation took a complete one-eighty.

“No way Patrick hasn’t asked you to do that before,” you ask a little too loudly, beyond shocked as you stare at Tashi sitting across from you on the mattress.

She scoffs quietly, shaking her head as she picks at a loose thread sticking out of the comforter. “It’s kinda been all about him lately,” she trails off with a shrug, like that’s a good reason.

Fucking Patrick. You think bitterly, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. What a fucking loser.

You knew he wasn’t good enough for Tashi the second you met him. All flashy bravado and superficial charm, like a peacock strutting around with no substance. Tashi seems to like him enough so you bite your tongue at every dreadful detail she’s told you about their relationship, because you’re such a good friend.

Seriously though, how much of a selfish douchebag does Patrick have to be not to beg Tashi to sit on his face every night?

You certainly would.

“Art and you do that a lot?” she asks nonchalantly, but her eyes have a certain look to them. One you can’t quite place, they’re sharper than they were before. Maybe even a tiny bit challenging, as if she’s daring you to go there. You were never one to back down from a dare, especially in front of Tashi.

You nod slowly, fingers toying with the edge of your shorts. “A couple times.”

“How’s it feel.” She makes it sound like a question, you know her well enough to recognize that it’s more like a thinly veiled demand. Her voice is barely above a whisper but she may as well have shouted at the top of her lungs with the way it cuts through the space between you so sharply.

You see flashes of Art red-faced and needy as you knelt on top of him with your knees on either side of his head, of him spilling inside his boxers as you rode his face, using his tongue to get yourself off.

It has warmth pooling in the bottom of your stomach, thighs subconsciously clenching together. You imagine yourself in Art’s place, laying flat on your back as Tashi kneels above you, chasing after the taste of her with your tongue.

“So good…” You whisper back, voice breathy like you just got done training. You can feel Tashi’s eyes on you, intense and persistent.

You meet her gaze, her familiar brown eyes dark and blown out in a way you’ve never seen before. She looks flushed, her cheeks tinged with the slightest hint of red. Her lips part ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of teeth as she bites down on her full lower lip, a tiny gesture that sends a zing up your spine. It's like the room's temperature just shot up by ten degrees, creating a kind of heat that makes you feel light-headed.

Tashi’s stare is unwavering, it makes your skin crawl in the best way possible. She looks hungry, you feel a pang of unfiltered need shake your body like thunder. You’ve never felt deja vu before, but you’re guessing it feels something like this.

The offer slips past your lips before you can think of stopping it, “I mean…I could– I could like show you. If you want.”

For a second, there’s silence. All you can hear is the sounds of the city three floors below you flowing in through the window. The distant hum of traffic and faint chatter blend into a muted sound that underscores the tense quiet in your room. You hold your breath, forcing yourself to meet Tashi’s gaze. Every second that passes feels like an eternity, you’re inches away pretending it was a joke, from running away with your tail between your legs.

Then, Tashi’s eyes narrow slightly, her lips curling into a sly smile. She leans closer, bridging the small gap between the two of you, the mattress shifts under her weight. “Show me,” she murmurs, her voice an assertive whisper. The intensity in her eyes deepens, locking you in place.

Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears louder than the city noise outside. It wasn’t really a joke when you offered, but you never thought Tashi would actually call your bluff. You thought she’d just laugh, roll her eyes and call you gross with a smile on her face. You swallow hard, a mix of excitement and nerves churning in your stomach.

Tashi’s hand moves to your chin, gently bringing you closer to her. The electricity between you is palpable, a charged connection that sparks and crackles. Her thumb brushes across your lower lip, and you feel yourself leaning into her touch, your body responding before your mind can catch up.

“Show me,” she repeats, her voice firmer now, a command wrapped in velvet. Her words hang in the air, thick with anticipation and promise. You nod, a small, almost unnoticeable movement.

“We- Art and I - we…uh, usually kiss before,” you try to sound casual. Tashi’s eyes soften, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

“Then kiss me,” she says. You can feel her breath on your skin, warm and inviting. You lift your hand, reaching out slowly. Your fingers brush against the bare skin of her arm, you’ve touched her millions of times before, but this one is different. It’s a hesitant touch that feels both daring and delicate. She doesn't tense or pull away; instead, she leans into your touch, her eyes never leaving yours.

Your throat feels dry, your mind racing, but you push through, your hand glides up her arm, tracing a path to her shoulder. Her skin is smooth, warm under your touch, and you can feel the slight tremor that betrays the relaxed front she’s putting on.

With every inch you cover, you feel more confident, your movements becoming more assured. You lean in, close enough that you can see the slight rise and fall of her chest, hear the faint hitch in her breath.

It’s been years, but you swear her lips feel the same. It’s far from the slow, sweet, timid kiss you shared on her bed. The moment they touch yours, it’s like a jolt of electricity runs through your veins, reigniting a fire deep within you that never truly died. Tashi’s lips are soft, yet demanding, moving with a hunger that mirrors your own. You can taste the faint hint of her coconut lip balm and something that’s uniquely Tashi, a flavor you had almost forgotten but that comes rushing back with each second that passes. You lose yourself in the rhythm, the pressure, the way her tongue teases yours, exploring, claiming.

If you weren’t so fucking turned on, so fucking wet that you’re drenching your panties, you’d probably laugh. You’d laugh at how easily you ended up back here, kissing Tashi just because she asked you too. You wonder if she’s thinking about that night too, if she ever thinks about it.

Your hands find her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more needy. Without thinking, you drag Tashi onto your lap, her chest pressing flush against yours as her knees fall on either side of your torso. She responds quickly, her fingers tangling in your hair, grip tight enough to have you softly moaning into the kiss.

It’s messy, wet, and consuming, with spit mingling as your mouths fight for dominance. Tashi still refusing to let go of the upper-hand even though you’re technically supposed to be the one showing her something, but you don’t mind. She bites your lower lip, hard enough to make you groan, sending a shock-wave of heat straight to your core. Her nails scratch against your scalp, pulling you impossibly closer. The air is thick with the sounds of your ragged breathing and the soft, breathy moans escaping your throats.

When you finally pull apart, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting against each other, a small thread of saliva connects your lips before it falls and breaks.

“Show me,” she whispers again, this time softer, almost a plea. And with a newfound confidence, you nod, ready to give her whatever she asks for.

“Off,” you say impatiently, tugging at the waistband of her shorts. Tashi’s eyes darken, her breaths coming in shallow, rapid gasps as she quickly complies, shimmying out of her shorts and tossing them aside. You waste no time, falling on your back so fast your body bounces on the mattress. You can hear the bed creaking as Tashi crawls towards you again, you can feel the warmth of her as she throws a leg over your hips and starts to make her way up your body. She pauses at your chest, hesitating. She looks down at you, her eyes more unsure and vulnerable than you’ve seen in a long time. You just smile softly, giving her a small nod and bringing your hands up to squeeze her thighs reassuringly. Her body is warm and firm beneath your palms.

“Tash,” you whisper, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against her skin. “It’s just me.”

Her eyes search yours for a second longer, the tension melts from her face, and she smiles. A real smile, not the fake one she gives pushy interviewers, one that reaches her eyes. Her vulnerability bleeds into tender determination as she gives you one sharp nod of her head and shuffles the rest of the way up your body.

With a sense of urgency, your fingers hook around the edge of her panties. Tashi’s trembling, her fingers digging into your shoulders, hips lifting slightly to aid you slide her panties to the side.

Being face to face with Tashi Duncan’s cunt feels euphoric. It feels right, like this is where you should have been all along. She’s so wet for you and so beautiful and so perfect and you can hardly wait to taste her.

You lean in, trailing soft, deliberate kisses along her inner thigh, feeling her shiver beneath your touch. Tashi’s breath hitches, a soft moan escaping her lips as you get closer to her core. Her eyes never leave yours, her pupils completely blown out and swallowing up the warm brown.

“Please,” she breathes, her voice strained with longing. The plea sends a thrill through you, has you feeling power drunk because the great Tashi Duncan is begging you. Begging you to touch her, begging you to make her feel good, begging you to make her come.

You lean your head up, you can feel her body tremble as your breath brushes against her. Your lips part, placing a soft kiss directly over her clit, making her squirm and moan softly above you. You flick your tongue out, teasing her, drawing more desperate sounds from her lips.

The taste of her is intoxicating, flooding your senses and making you crave even more. She tastes like girl sweat, like girl sex, you moan into it, gripping her thighs hard to try in vain to steady yourself.

Tashi’s eyes flutter shut, her head falling back as your tongue slides through the wet slit of her cunt. Her response is immediate, lowering herself down against your tongue as a low moan escapes her lips. Tashi's hips start to move, instinctively seeking more, needing more.

You watch her through half-lidded eyes, mesmerized by the sight of her losing herself in the pleasure you're giving her. Her hands tangle in your hair again, guiding you, urging you on as you work your tongue along her slick entrance. The rhythm of her hips matches the movement of your mouth, and you can feel her growing wetter, absolutely drenching the bottom half of your face.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” she mutters, pretty face pinched in pleasure. You moan into her cunt, angling your head up to drag your tongue up her slit slowly until you reach her clit, sucking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue over it.

“Oh my God,” Tashi huffed. She opened her eyes and looked down between her legs, catching your glassy eyes with her own. The sight only made her grind her hips faster, “You’re so pretty,” She muttered. Your loud moan is muffled by her cunt, heart fluttering in your chest at her words. You can feel your hands start shaking with the intensity of the moment, way more intimate than it probably should be.

Her right hand lets go of your hair, shooting out to lace her fingers with yours. She squeezes your hand hard, gripping onto it like a lifeline as she rides your tongue. You respond in kind, using your free hand to guide her, to hold her steady as you delve deeper into her cunt, your nose bumping up against her clit. Her taste, her reactions, everything about her is perfect, and you can feel her body tightening, her muscles clenching as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

Her other hand tightened its grip on your hair, pulling you closer as she threw her head back, a low, throaty moan escaping her lips. “Don’t stop,” she gasps, her voice breaking, “I’m close.”

You increase your pace, tongue working even faster over her clenching cunt. You lose yourself in her, in the rhythm of her movements, in the sounds of her moans and gasps. You need her to come, you need to see, need to feel it, need to hear it, need to fucking taste it.

And she does, her body tensing, then shaking as she cries out your name, the sound filling the room. You hold her through it, your tongue moving in gentle, soothing strokes as she rides out her orgasm, her body slowly relaxing under your touch. You keep going, tongue greedily soaking up everything she has to give you until she’s spent, her body going limp, her breath coming out in ragged, uneven gasps.

Tashi leans back, blindly shoving her free hand down your shorts to delve between your slick thighs. Your hand grips hers harder, moaning out as her fingertips brush over your throbbing clit. Your eyes open to find Tashi already staring down at you between her thighs, the fancy hotel lights making a halo of light around her messy hair. She looks fucking ethereal.

You’re so worked up it only takes a few clumsy circles of Tashi’s fingers to push you over the edge. Back arching off the bed as you come, hips bucking up into her touch. Waves of pleasure crash through you as you soak your panties in your release as Tashi watches with sharp eyes. She keeps going, fingertips sliding over you with featherlight touches until you’re squirming away, thighs instinctively clenching shut.

Tashi falls back onto the bed next to you, the two of you laying beside each other trying to catch your breath. The room is filled with the soft sound of your synced heavy breathing, you can feel her hair tickling your neck from where it splayed out on the pillows.

“Patrick’s coming to the UT game tomorrow,” her voice breaks the silence, voice raspy and winded, “Art will probably be with him.”

Her impassive tone feels like a bucket of ice water dumped over your head. You look at her, but Tashi keeps her gaze trained on the ceiling, her chest rising and falling quickly. She’s sweaty, baby hairs sticking to her forehead, her face is stony. She closes her eyes, it feels like a door slamming in your face. Your heart sinks in your chest, dread starting to wrap its tendrils around you.

Patrick and Art. Their names hang in the air like a storm cloud threatening to burst, casting a shadow over the fragile intimacy of the moment. You swallow hard, trying to muster a response, but words elude you in the suffocating silence. Tashi speaks again before you can, “We should all go out to dinner after, like on a double date or something.”

You trace the outline of her profile with your eyes, the curve of her jawline, the faint sheen of sweat on her skin. Each detail seems sharper, more defined, as if etching itself into your memory with painful clarity all over again. You have to close your eyes too, scared if you keep them open that the tears burning your waterline will start flowing down your cheeks. All you can do is lie there, next to Tashi, and feel the weight of her words settle into the space between you, putting up a barrier you're not sure how to breach.

“Yeah…sounds good.”

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t-r99 · 3 months ago

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Praise

Karasu Tabito x reader

Listen, @nesssssssssssssssssssssss asked for some more Caw Caw Bitch and I am more than happy to oblige.

I love how this page gradually went from simping for Aiku to simping for Karasu. I also noticed that my Karasu posts have gotten more likes and reblogs lately and FUCK YEAH. MORE LOVE FOR CAW CAW BITCH.

warnings: soft smut

wc: 730

Do we think Karasu would be into locker room sex? Of course he would, is that even a question?

He is not the typical, "I don't care if someone walks in." type who would be turned on by a little voyeurism because your pretty moans and soft whimpers are only for him to hear. He's the only guy in the world who gets to see you naked and flushed in the face and all fucked out.

It's always the same. The guys would want to go out to grab a bite and Karasu would decline and say he's tired and just wants to go home, and theeeen he would call you.

He's sensitive, okay? We all know how he feels about himself, so despite being a top player and one of the strongest members of his team, Karasu feels mediocre and not worthy of the praise everyone showers him with.

ayooo this fucker would be such a whore for praise

Whenever his mind wanders and he starts to put himself down, Karasu immediately goes to you for affirmation.

"I did good, didn't I?" His voice is breathy and low, and it's the sexiest sound in existence.

More than that, he did amazing during the game. "You did amazing." You give his lips a quick peck. "'m so proud of you."

That makes his heart swell. "Yeah?" Karasu pants.

"Uh huh . . ." Your hips falter as you move, seated comfortably on his lap with his cock filling you up deliciously while seated on the bench

Everything you do makes his ego swell until he feels like a God, every little movement and noise in that pretty little voice of yours that sounds like sweet heaven. It makes him greedy for more, desperate to have you praise him. "Tell me," Karasu breathes and moves a hand up to caress your flushed cheek. "Tell me how amazing I am." He smirks.

So cute when he begs for praise like this. "You are the best," You've got your hands planted firmly on his chest, his skin warm and heart pounding. "most amazing," He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and groans. "player out there," You say softly, continuing with, "and my pretty boy."

"I'm hot." He corrects.

"And pretty."

"I'm also hot." Karasu smirks.

"You're both." Your lips slot against his, all soft and swollen and a pretty shade of pink. "You did great out there." You whisper.

That gets his heart pumping, and his dick throbbing.

"Well, I had to play to impress. You were watching." Karasu grips your sides, palms hot against your skin where he holds tight and essentially just manhandles you down onto the bench.

Oh, shit, this position feels good.

He pushes your legs against your chest and the new position makes you see stars with how deep he reaches inside you. "You're so pretty like this." Karasu breathes. Eyes wandering down, he sucks in a sharp breath as he takes in the sight of your sloppy hole sucking him in. "Fuck."

The best thing Karasu knows is the sound of your heavenly voice making sweet like sounds for him, and he can't stand thought of someone else hearing your pretty moans echo and bounce of the locker room walls.

He moves down in a flash and captures your lips in a heated kiss. It's hungry and messy, so intense it makes your head feel light. "Not too loud now," Karasu smirks against your lips. "don't want no one to hear now, do we?" He kisses you again and picks up the speed, pounding into you with fervour and groaning into your mouth. Everything about you is just so delicious from your soft lips to your smooth skin and your tight little hole that takes him so well.

Your arms lock around his neck, holding him close as you deepen the kiss in a wordless plea for him to cum for you.

"'m cum'n . . ." He pants, his thrusts growing sloppy.

His cock throbs inside you and it makes you shiver with need. "Inside."

That one word alone makes his balls draw tight and pushes him over the edge, painting your insides white and filling you to the brim.

He's just such a sucker for you and turns into a sensitive little puppy in your arms. How could he ever deny what you beg for in that sweet voice?

i mean come the fuck on. are you telling me this bitch with THIS smug look on his pretty face wouldn't fuck you senseless in the locker rooms?

#blue lock #bllk #karasu tabito #karasu smut #karasu tabito x reader #karasu tabito x you #karasu x reader #karasu x you

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luvyeni · 6 months ago

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❛GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN❜ ( l. heeseung & yang jeongin )

p. lee heeseung x yang jeongin x fem!reader w. 1.1k+

— 𖦹 warnings. threesome, oral sex, heavy degradation, unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( you didnt know sleeping with best friends would land you here but you're just having fun ) !

authors note. im heeseung and jeongin biased but never made a fic with them together im ashamed

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

was it wrong? probably; but you were just a girl who wanted to have fun— fun being was sleeping with lee heeseung only to find yourself in yang jeongins bed; yang jeongin who happens to be lee heeseungs best friend.

you weren't in any established relationship with neither of them, of course not you would never do that; but you did often find yourself fucking heeseung one weekend, calling jeongin over the next time you were horny.

“you're crazy.” “you're gonna get caught.” “how long do you think that will last?” your friends would tell you and you genuinely thought you could go on a long time without either of them finding out— that's until you found yourself in heeseungs bedroom at his party being cornered by the boys. “you must be really stupid.”

heeseung grabbed your arms holding them down. “fuck my friend and think i wouldn't find out.” jeongin sitting on the bed , head tilted with a smirk. “of course a slut like her one cock not enough she needs two.” heeseung pushing you down to your knees. “yeni-ah, should we give the whore what she wants?” heeseung turned to his friend who was already unbuckling his pants, his fox like eyes burning holes in your skin. “let's see if we can break her.”

grabbing the back of your head, jeongin grabbed the base of his cock, slapping the tip of his cock on your lips. “come on slut open your mouth.” you laid your tongue flat, he guided your head down, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “fuck, this slut really knows how to suck dick.” he groaned— heeseung ridding himself of his pants, his cock bobbing against his stomach as he approached you. “don't forget me.”

you pulled off of jeongins cock, kissing his tip. “shit, so fucking nasty.” heeseung wasted no time, forcing his cock all the way in his mouth. “fu-fuck, this slut really knows how to use her mouth.” jeongin stroked his cock, slapping it on your cheek. “come on stroke my whore.” grabbing your hand. “yeah fuck, just like that.”

taking turns back and forth using your mouth, your eyes were teary, gagging on their cocks. “fuck I'm gonna cum all over your face.” heeseung pulled out of your mouth, jeongin slapping your face. “open up slut.” you opened your mouth waiting; both of them cumming at the same time, covering your face and boobs in their white substance. “look at her.” heeseung groaned. “so ready to swallow our cum.”

“I'm ready to fuck her.” jeongin pulled you roughly from the floor, pushing you down to the bed. “was confused as to why you haven't called me in a while.” he yanked your panties down your leg. “turns out you were whoring yourself out to my best friend.” slapping his cock against you leaking cunt. “look her desperate for a cock inside her.” he held your waste down, pushing his cock inside with one thrust. “ti-tight fucking pussy -shit-.”

his thrust were unforgiving, your hips would definitely be bruised tomorrow; but you didn't care, the way jeongin was fucking you and heeseung looking like he wanted to eat you. “lift her up.” he said. “let's see if she can take both of us.” you felt your body being lifted by jeongin, heeseung slotting himself under you. “gonna stretch this pussy.” he grabbed the base of his cock, lining himself up with your already filled cunt, you let out a scream upon feeling his cock bully it's way. “sh-shit.”

jeongin groaned, throwing his head back. “oh fuck bro hurry up before i cum.” heeseung bottomed out , pulling the front of your dress down, grabbing your tits. “so fucking tight.” both of them started to move; and they weren't slow either, both of them matching each others pace so you were never empty. “this is what you wanted?” jeongin said. “for both of us to fuck you dumb?” you dumbly nodded, heeseung yank hair back, you moaned. “i didn't hear a fucking answer, use your words slut.”

“fuck yes!” you shrieked, your thighs were burning. “dumb slut, should've just asked instead of being sneaky.” heeseung grunted, his legs fucking up into you. “only thinking with this messy pussy.”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you felt them using your body, heeseung was longer than jeongin, but jeongin was thicker; didn't matter though because it worked , both of them attacking your cervix, pinching your nipples. “gonna make a mess of this pussy.” jeongin said. “pl- please.” they both mockingly laughed at you. “look at the slut begging.” heeseung cursed. “doesn't even know what she's begging for.”

you couldn't hold it anymore, your legs tencing up, the coil in your stomach finally snapping. “fuck she's gonna cum.” heeseung reached around, stroking your clit.” jeongin pinching your nipples. “come on cum for us slut.” you let out a pornographic moan, your juices exiting your body. “fuck she's squirting.”

it felt like everything around you went blurry as they used your body for their pleasure for a few minutes, before jeongin pulled out stroking his cock until he came all over your stomach. “fuck!” heeseung following after, lifting you off his cock coating the outside of your puffy cunt, with a groan. “shit.”

they didn't stop there though, standing over your body stroking their cocks until they came another time— heeseung getting in-between your legs eating you out until you had to yank at his hair, begging him to give you a rest. jeongin putting his fingers to good use, stuffing them inside you until squirting all over the bed.

“fuck we really did a number on her huh?” jeongin smirked, putting his clothes back on, heeseung helped you get dressed into his clothes. “stay here, no way you can party now.” they both left you in the room, closing the door making sure no one went into heeseungs room.

once the party was over they'd come back and do it all over again.

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pedantic-poison · 1 year ago

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Charles jealous and possessive please, as much as you can imagine 🔥

belong to you | CL16

warnings: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, language, choking, spanking, edging, unprotected p in v (mentioned)

word count: .6k

You really hadn't meant anything by it.

Well, you sort of had. But Singapore was only Carlos' second win, and Charles had seemed fine going out with the rest of the team to celebrate him.

And yeah, you'd been laying it on a little thick with Carlos, but you'd really just congratulated him a few times. More than a few times, to be honest. And you might've squeezed his biceps a few of those times, or leaned in close to speak into his ear. Maybe danced near him, just a bit.

And suddenly, Charles' large hands were on your waist, yanking you away from the crowd, from Carlos, and dragging you into a dark corner of the club.

"You really think you can spend the whole night teasing me like that and get away with it?" he growled into your ear as your back hit the wall.

One hand landed on your throat, squeezing lightly, as the other held you in place for him to grind against. The bulge in his pants drew a whimper out of you, which had him grinning against your skin as he trailed harsh kisses along your neck.

He slotted a thigh in between yours, pushing it up against you as you ground down onto it immediately, whimpering louder.

"Already needy for me, ma cherie?"

Before you could get out a snarky response, he bit down onto the sensitive skin of your neck, causing you to gasp harshly as he applied more pressure to your throat.

"Just for me. Only for me. All mine." His lips found yours, tongue invading your mouth quickly, dominating your own, and then he was nipping harshly at your bottom lip and pulling away.

His hands were sliding up your dress, finding the hem of your panties, tracing your slit through the fabric, growling when he found them already damp.

"This had better be for me, cherie."

The darkness in his eyes should've made you let up, but it only made you want to taunt him harder.

"And if it's not?"

The hand on your throat tightened to an almost painful degree, "Then when we get home, I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to."

* * *

You whined out of frustration as Charles denied you an orgasm for the fifth time that night, pulling his fingers out of you. "No, no, Charles, please, please, please let me come, ple-"

A harsh smack on your bare ass silenced you, bottom lip quivering as tears streamed down your face, from frustration, from desperation, from overstimulation, you weren't really sure anymore. You could barely hold yourself up, straddling Charles' lap so he could reach your ass to punish you if you got too demanding, facing him so he could watch you cry and fall apart in his arms.

"If you wanted to finish, then you should've thought about that before you tried to tease me, mon amour. Since you decided to act like a little slut, I need to make sure you remember who you belong to."

"Y-you! Belong to you, Charles, please," you whimpered out, voice weak from how needy he'd made you.

"Please what, hm?"

"Please fuck me, please, I need you."

Charles hummed, pretending to consider it, "You need me?"

You nodded eagerly, desperately.

"Strange. Earlier tonight, it seemed like you wanted Carlos to fuck you. After all, he's the one you were throwing yourself at."

You shook your head vehemently, "No, Charles, just want you, only ever want you."

"And why do you only ever want me, cherie?"

"B-because I belong to you," you sobbed out, body wracked with exhaustion and yet still completely on edge for him.

He nodded sternly, "That's right, mon amour." His strong hands skimmed across the red skin of your ass, firmly gripping it to lift you up and over his cock.

"Gonna fill you up so you can never forget that you're mine."

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barefoothighlander · 2 years ago

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Hiii saw that your requests were open (it’s past midnight when I saw your post) but literally head empty shameless breeding smut with ghost the size difference with that man as he has you trapped beneath him and him just tossing your legs over his shoulders y’a know the sex about to be crazy crazy 😫 man that man has me on my knees begging and blindfolded tied up horny im just rambling now damn ghost… also I hope im doing this right with the request thoughts cuz it’s so late and my period hormones got me giggling thinking of him 🤭🤭

y'all I won't lie, I was outside today and my neighbours were working on their deck and they were grunting... thoughts were being thunk, anyways I am ALWAYS down for breeding kink ghost that man has a grip on me

warnings: mdni (18+), est relationship, unprotected pinv, creampie, dirty talk

You don't even get a second to welcome him home cause the minute he's in the door he grabs you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hoisting you into the air.

It takes you by surprise how fast he is, ripping his mask off and kissing you, it's rough and needy, he's exhausted from work and he craves you.

He lays you down on the bed, practically ripping your clothes off so he can see you, he takes exactly 20 seconds to gaze at your body beneath him, your chest rising and falling before his lips attack every part of your skin.

His fingers work your clit, it's animalistic the way he touches you, pawing and nipping at your skin, you're panting under him as his hips slot into yours, he leans over you caging your frame with his.

There's nowhere for you to go, trapped by his arms, his chest pressing against yours keeping you pinned to the mattress as he kisses you.

He lines himself up and bottoms out in a single thrust, you yelp from the intrusion, your teeth biting into the flesh of his shoulder, he loves when you mark him, love bites or scratches from your nails, it turns him on quicker than anything.

"Shit, need you so bad love" His words escape through grunts

"Fuck I missed you Si" You're whimpering

He's thrusting his full length into you, settling back on his legs to watch where the two of you meet, he presses his hand flat against your stomach,

"Shit, can almost see myself inside you love"

His thumb circles your clit as his free hand grabs at your thighs, pulling them onto his shoulders to allow him deeper.

Everything in your mind blanks, the pleasure taking over your body, he's pounding into you with at least half his weight, his tip grinding against your cervix while he works your clit.

"Swear I'm gonna fuck a baby into you love, tight pussys fuckin swallowing me"

You moan at his words, spurring him on, he grabs both of your thighs and presses them against your stomach, his weight pinning you down as he rams into you, your slick coats his pubes as they grind against your clit, you're so close.

He leans down and his lips envelop your nipple, his teeth biting lightly and it's just the right mix of everything, your legs shake under him as you clench down on his cock, whines falling from your lips.

"Shit baby, don't move, gonna fill this little pussy"

You stare at him with hooded eyes,

"S'that what you want? You wanna walk around full of my cum, make sure everyone knows who this pussy belongs to?"

His eyes are dark, full of lust and your mouth falls open, trying its hardest to form words but all you can do is nod.

"Yeah, you want that? Gonna watch your stomach grow with my fuckin seed"

He presses down into you, using his full weight as he cums, burying his cock impossibly deep inside you as his cum floods your walls, you sigh at the feeling as he's grunting, light whimpers escaping his mouth as your pussy milks him.

He holds his softening cock inside you, ensuring that every drop makes it in before pulling out, using his fingers to push his spend back in.

Your body is on fire, every nerve burning for him as he collapses on top of you, using his elbows to hold some of his weight, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he peppers kisses on your neck.

"Missed you so much lovie"

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mw x reader #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost cod #mw2022 #ghost smut #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #reqs💌

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reallyhatethiswebsite · 8 days ago

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Official request for Raphael getting pegged and being a complete controlling piece of shit about it please 🙏

“Well, little mouse,” Raphael purred, “what are you waiting for?”

He leaned back on his elbows, spread his thick thighs, smirking at her. His tail thumped against the bed. He chewed on his pinky claw, deliberately demure, but there was more than desire and amusement in his half-lidded, fiery eyes: there was a challenge. Satisfy me, if you can, they were saying.

This was for him, all about him. He was prodding Tav's pride, knowing he'd get what he wanted either way. He was awful. He irked her to no end. The biggest and bumpiest dildo she picked – when she'd spitefully chosen it, Raphael had actually laughed – slotted into her harness. Tav wouldn't be receiving much pleasure from this; at least, not physically, but…

What a sight that devil made. Lounging like a fiendish Adonis, all naked red skin and muscle and dark hair, watching her. His cock hard and heavy between his legs already, fat balls she liked to squeeze resting beneath it. He took her breath away. He was a work of art and he knew it. Touching him, fucking him and being fucked by him, excited Tav in ways she'd never experienced before. Thrilled her. Boiled her blood and wet her cunt and fried her brain because she wanted him so irrevocably, and he drip-fed her the ambrosia of his lust like she was a starving addict. She devoured it every time, and he luxuriated in her longing. Nothing was more arousing to Raphael than being desired.

Tav stroked the strap-on as she approached him. Its ridges and nubs. A monstrous device to her, perhaps. Delightful to Raphael. It would be inside him. All the way. Tav's mouth felt fuzzy.

"Oil? Or am I going in dry?" She drawled, as unaffected as she could manage. Unconvincing, if the dirty little chuckle Raphael made was any indication. He clicked his fingers and a bottle of expensive oil appeared in her hand. It was cool and smelled of cherries as she slathered it along the dildo. Raphael hungrily watched her do it, so she put on a bit of a show caressing the toy, knowing the devil was likely thinking about the clever ways she stroked his cock, too.

"Are you nervous, pet?" Said devil crooned when she simply stood at the edge of the bed and stared. Smug, amused, a tad impatient. Thump went his tail. "This was your desire, was it not? To have me like this?"

He said it as if the idea hadn't excited him. As if he wasn't laying there with a leaking erection despite not even being touched yet. Tav considered saying something about taking a moment to admire a masterpiece, but this bastard's ego was big enough.

"I'm just wondering how I'm supposed to fuck your hole when I can't reach it," Tav said.

"So crass," Raphael sneered, but. But. Shifted his weight, hooked his hands beneath his knees, and held his thighs up and apart. Presenting himself. His puckered, hairless hole beneath his hirsute testicles, waiting to be filled. He blinked expectantly, sneer dissolving into a smile. He was pleased by her ogling.

Fuck, Tav thought. More tempting than any offer, any contract.

She crawled onto the bed, desperate to get her hands on him. Still holding the oil, Tav coated her fingers and slotted herself between those luscious muscular red thighs. He was so warm. Unable to resist, she pumped his prick, thumbed its sticky head, and gently tugged on his balls, firm and hot in her palm. He sighed pleasantly, watching her. Doing nothing else. With the pad of her index finger, Tav followed the seam of his scrotum down to his perineum, and then the soft velvet skin of his asshole. It twitched under her touch. He hissed quietly as she rubbed it, smearing cherry oil between his cheeks.

"I hope you aren't planning on teasing me, mouse," Raphael rumbled. Thump went the tail. Warning rang in his tone. "It would be a shame if my pretty pet began to misbehave..."

"I was going to prep you," said Tav. She didn't mention how she also wanted to feel the hot squeeze of his ass around her fingers.

"Unnecessary," scoffed the devil. "Devils don't require foreplay."

Well, then. Impatient and demanding, but perhaps Raphael enjoyed the burn, the stretch and pain of penetration. Tav would be lying if she said the thought didn't thrill her.

"Fine," she muttered. Gripped the toy. Aimed its bulbous head at Raphael’s hole. There was a tense moment of anticipation - for Tav, at least - but then she rocked her hips forward and began to push. Raphael didn't resist. He let his head loll back and he groaned deep in his throat as the slick, girthy dildo slid up his ass.

"Slower," he snarled. Teeth gritted. Tav obeyed as best she could, enthralled watching the toy disappear inch by inch inside of her devil. Both of them moaned when she eventually bottomed out. In that moment, she wished more than anything that she could feel him clenching around the fake cock. That she could know his hot squishy insides as they quivered. The devil growled. "If you move before I tell you, I'll string you up on hooks in the foyer."

Instead, all Tav could do was squat, watch him luxuriate, adjust to the fat cock inside him, pull his legs up just a little higher to somehow take it deeper. He panted, tail thrashing (thump thump thump), mouth open. His forked tongue licked over his sharp teeth. Eyes half lidded. Tav could only wonder how full he felt. He likely wouldn't tell her even if she asked.

"Mmmmm...yes, that's it," the devil groaned. Put together again, enough to smirk at her. His thin lips were wet and enticing. A single lock of dark hair had fallen out of place on his forehead. "Move now, mouse. Show me how much you want me."

Arrogant fucker. Tav let that small burst of anger power her. She was going to fuck him apart. She gripped his thighs, dug her nails in. He grinned manically. She'd wipe that stupid look off his face. Her first few thrusts were shaky - Raphael laughed, of course he did - but then Tav got the hang of it, and Raphael wasn't laughing anymore.

Her rhythm was brutal. She fucked him hard, ruthless, taking out pent-up frustration (both good and bad) on his ass. On him. He'd let go of his legs to clench the sheets instead, claws shredding, and though his thighs were heavy, Tav held them up, using them as leverage to pound him with the aggression and reckless abandon he seemed to crave. Her nails were carving bloody scratches in his sweaty skin. They must've stung, but clearly he liked it. Tav alternated between watching his gorgeous infernal face, twisted in perverse rapture as he moaned and grunted and blabbered on about how she was such a good pet, and his cock that bounced and leaked cum over his belly with every thrust.

Tough to decide which was the more appealing visual. When he came - and oh, did he come, with a guttural snarling purr that arched his back and bared his teeth - the look of completion and pure pleasure that rearranged his features could have put the best painters to shame, and his beautiful thick veined cock decorated the red canvas of his stomach with translucent spurts of glistening molten cum that, if he let her, Tav would happily lick clean.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael the cambion #raphael x tav #fanfic #cringe #bg3

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joels-shitty-puns · 11 months ago

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Javing Feelings

Javier Peña x Inexperienced!Reader

Summary: You have been dating Javier for six months now, and the two of you finally slept together for the first time as a couple (and your first time ever). However, you can't seem to stop fantasizing about giving a blowjob for the first time. Luckily you have Javi to help you learn.

Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Smut !!!!! Porn with little plot. TBH I wanted just porn but my mind wouldn't let me and gave them a back story. Oral (m receiving, f alluding to). Masturbation (f). Kissing, biting. Nipple/breast kissing/biting. Cursing. Cum eating. Dirty talk. Let me know if I forgot anything!

Other stuff: Reader is AFAB. Inexperienced. Reader and Javi work together but reader's job isn't specified.

Word Count: 3.2K

Hi!!! I hope you enjoy this fic. There's some light Spanish in here but my Spanish is rusty. It was never great to begin with, so if it sounds weird pls let me know. I haven't finished watching Narcos and I'm not sure my portrayal of Javi is great. But I wanted to try something new and my mind had this filthy idea lol. This also required me to do a little research (!!!) because I haven't done this personally. Please let me know your thoughts!

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It had been six months of dating Javier Peña, and to say you were surprised was an understatement. Surprised at the length of your relationship, surprised at how loving and caring he could be. Surprised at how patient he really was.

It's not that you would ever mean to say anything poorly about his character. You loved your man, and he loved you. But the rumors that used to fly around him at work for being a player and a sex god were hard to ignore. Sleeping with his informants, openly flirting with coworkers, bringing home a new woman every weekend. He was known for frequenting strip clubs and meeting up with prostitutes, and the jokes ran endlessly in the office. Most notably, they came from his partner Steve.

So when he asked you out the first time, you said no. You had never been with a man before, and it certainly wasn't going to be a one night stand with someone like Peña. He wouldn't hit it and quit it with you. You were worth more than that, and you knew it. Even if he did look at you with those big puppy eyes. Even if his chest did peek out under that hot pink shirt that made you drool, or if he licked his plump lips before placing a cigarette in the slot below his perfectly groomed mustache. Even if he did strut through the building like he owned the place, his tight jeans hugging his ass and crotch in all the right places, making you practically salivate.

You wouldn't give in to him. You wouldn't be used for sex. You wouldn't be a fuck buddy. You needed love. You deserved love. Especially for your first time.

Now, that's not to say that you didn't think of him occasionally when you let your hands wander under your covers and below your panties. Didn't think of his lips when you ran your fingers through your arousal, or circled your finger around your clit before sliding down to your entrance. It probably would feel good if he filled it…

But you wouldn't indulge in that fantasy in real life.

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So when the two of you were the last ones at the bar following a work happy hour one night, you were surprised to see that he hadn't left with a woman.

He swallowed down the last of his drink before standing up and tossing a bill to the bartender. “I'm going to head home, I'll see you at work,” he grabbed his jacket off the bar.

“Wait…are you okay?” You asked him curiously, though you weren't about to ask ‘why aren't you taking a woman home?’ and make him feel bad.

Javi gave you a look, studying your face as if to wonder why you would possibly care about whether he was okay. You turned him down. You didn't like him, you weren't attracted to him. Despite the friendship you'd developed from working closely together, he obviously didn't mean as much to you as you did to him.

“I'm fine, cariño. Nothing to worry about,” he headed towards the door.

“Wait… Javi?” You grabbed your purse and your coat, throwing down a tip on the bar before following him out the door.

“Clearly something's wrong with you, why don't you talk to me?” You pleaded, stopping within touching-distance of him on the sidewalk. “Did I do something?”

“No,” he sighed. “You didn't do anything wrong. It's just me,” he shook his head, turning to walk away.

“Is this because I said I wouldn't go out with you?” You asked, barely above a whisper.

He turned, letting his eyes flash with sadness for only a second before responding. “It's okay, hermosa” he sighed. “You don't feel the same way and that's fine.”

You gave him a confused look, your eyebrows furrowing. “Do you actually have feelings for me, Javi?”

“Of course I have feelings for you cariño, why do you think I asked you out?” he ran his hand through his hair.

“I don't know…” you answered quietly, fiddling with your hands.

“Because I just wanted to fuck?” He spat.

You looked up at him, unsure of what to say. “I didn't think you'd ever actually want me because… I don't know what I'm doing. I'm inexperienced. I've never had sex before, Javi. And I don't want to lose it without building a relationship based on love first.” You whimpered, and briefly noticed a flash of surprise on his face. “And yes, not to be a bitch, but you really do have a reputation for getting around town…” you dropped your hands at your side with a sigh.

“I know,” he groaned. “I do, and I'm guilty of using sex as a coping mechanism. But I really am interested in you, cariño. And if you'd give me a chance, I'll go as slow as you want or need. I’ve spent so many nights trying to fuck away my emotions and it hasn't helped. But,” he ran his hand down his face before continuing. “The first time I saw you, it's like everything felt… easier when I was around you.”

He took a step towards you. “I tried to push the feelings aside, because truthfully it scared the shit out of me. I haven't had those feelings in a very long time, if ever. But pushing it away never worked with you.” He reached for your hand, and you took it.

_____

Ever since that moment, the two of you have been slowly developing a meaningful relationship. From your first date, to your first kiss, Javi has been nothing but sweet and patient. It wasn't until recently when you decided to let him take your virginity.

You were beyond nervous, especially upon seeing the size of him. But he was gentle and loving, making sure you were ready well before he entered you. You couldn't have asked for a nicer first time, or a sweeter man.

But there was still one thing you hadn't tried yet that you had been itching to attempt.

It's something you had thought of before, while watching porn or daydreaming. A fantasy you considered while developing your feelings on Javi and imagining him. But when you finally saw his cock with your own eyes for the first time, it was like a spell spread over you and you wouldn't be able to expel it until you gave in to your desires.

So when Javi told you he'd be coming over to spend the weekend, you couldn't wait to play out your fantasy.

_____

Javier opened the door to your apartment, using the key you gave him last month after you first exchanged I-Love-Yous. Dropping his bag on the kitchen bar, he strolled over to you, pulling you into a deep kiss, letting his hands graze over your ass with a squeeze. “Mi amor,” he whispered, nibbling your ear.

“Javi…” you replied breathlessly already. He pulled away, giving you a mischievous look with his raised brow. Sure, it wasn't uncommon for you to be putty in his hands, but he could tell something had gotten into you today.

“What's got you all worked up, querida?” He kissed your lips again, asking for entrance to your mouth, to which you obliged. “Cat got your tongue?” He practically purred, scraping his teeth against your tongue before gently biting your lip.

You moaned into his mouth before pulling away just enough to whisper. “I wanna try something, Javi…”

He kissed you deeper, then drew back to look into your eyes. “What do you want to try, mi paloma?” (My dove)

Based on his response, you could only imagine his mind was assuming you had chaste fantasies of kissing him in public, or sex in a slightly more adventurous position than the missionary you started with.

But for the first time, you surprised him when you whispered in his ear, “please, let me suck your dick, Javi.”

He froze, swallowing thickly, letting you see his Adam's apple bob. His eyes were wide as saucers. “You..” he stumbled over his words.

“Mmhm…”, you began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt.

“You don't have to do that, cariño.” His tongue darted out over his lips, the surprise making his mouth dry.

“Please, Javi,” you whined. “I want to. I can't stop thinking about it. Especially after I saw you on our first night together. I want it so badly. Let me taste you. Let me please you.”

“Especially? You mean you had thought of it before we made love?” He asked, incredulous.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Ever since I saw you in those tight pants the first day we met,” you kissed his lips, finally unbuttoning the last button on his shirt before pulling it down his shoulders as the two of you stumbled into the bedroom.

“Fuck. Dirty girl,” he hissed, removing your shirt and kissing you, all the while wrapping his arms around your waist to seamlessly unhook your bra. His hands swept over your sides before returning to your chest to cup your breasts.

Javi’s kisses traced from your lips down to your neck before finally taking your nipple between his lips. He gently sucked on it, swirling his tongue around and giving gentle nibbles to your breasts.

You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sliding them down just enough for his cock to release from the confines and bounce to attention. He was already hard and waiting, his tip drooling precum.

“Sit,” you told him, pushing down on his shoulder and directing him towards the edge of the bed.

“Sí, señorita,” he answered, easily caving to your demands and removing the rest of his pants from his legs.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he spread his thighs apart, giving you ample space to work with, his heavy cock bouncing against his torso with every movement.

Your mouth watered as you sank to your knees on the carpet and crawled over between his legs, the space you wished to live in. Running your hands up his thighs, you spread him even further.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, sending a wave of lust through Javi’s body before you spoke. “I've never done this before Javi. You may need to help guide me.”

Javi looked to the sky in silent praise as you turned your attention back to his waiting cock. You were now eye to eye with it, and slowly you moved your hand to wrap around his length. You gently pulled his foreskin down to reveal his most sensitive area, causing Javier to tremble at the contact. But it wasn't until you began to stroke him while placing a gentle kiss to his leaking tip that his body jerked forward in need. You gave a light lick, swirling your tongue around him before taking him in your mouth completely.

The taste was new. His precum tasted salty and slightly sweet, but mostly you tasted clean skin and saliva. His scent is what really took over your senses. The natural scent that made your mouth water the first time you smelled him. The aroma that distinctly meant… Javi.

He wore a cologne that made you swoon, kept strong enough to fill your nostrils, but not overpowering to be used in lieu of a shower. Javi always smelled nice. Clean and freshly shaved, he had a light scent of soap, aftershave, shaving cream, and men's deodorant. The lingering scent of shampoo. The sweet smell of nicotine and a whispered bite of alcohol. Leather from his jacket. The cool intensity of his mint toothpaste and gum that always seemed to nip at your nose when he spoke.

Even when he had just run across the city to chase a criminal, his sweat and musk drew you in like a feral animal. The way his pink shirt clung to his soaked back, chest, and arms; the way his wet hair fell onto his forehead. Your eyes wanted to live on his skin. As much as you tried to ignore Javi those first months of knowing each other, everything about him made you want to jump his bones. His persona oozed sexual appeal and that scared you. That made you want to run for the hills.

“Fuck me,” he sighed, head tilting back while his hips jerked upwards of their own accord. You removed your lips with a sucking pop and once again ran your hands over his thighs. You kept reaching, wrapping your arms around his back and grabbing the part of his ass that wasn't seated with a squeeze.

“Does this feel good, Javi?” You leaned in, licking the underside of his penis from the base to the head, stopping at the tight frenulum tissue and kissing, just like you would his lips.

“Fuck, yes, mierda, keep going,” Javi whined, jerking his hips forward, his tip brushing your waiting lips.

“Tell me how you want it, Javi,” you took the head in your mouth, licking and sucking.

“Just like that. Fuck. Swirl your tongue around,” he demanded.

You obliged, swirling your tongue around the head and finally the leaking tip, your lips still surrounding him. You sunk down further, taking more of him in your mouth and licking the veins on his underside as you slowly drifted further, his tip reaching the back of your throat.

“Fuck, yes,” Javi whimpered, babbling a string of curses as you began to work him in your mouth, up and down, your hand meeting the rhythm of your mouth. Saliva dropped from your mouth as you worked faster, Javier groaning in response. You went to wipe your chin with your other hand, only to have your wrist grabbed. “Leave it,” he hissed. “You look so fucking sexy like this, baby. Drunk on my cock, messy and blown out. Fuck, you're so good,” he rambled.

You smiled around his dick, continuing your movements and letting out a moan of your own pleasure. Finally you had him in your mouth and it was everything you imagined. This wouldn't be the last time, and you could hardly wait to taste his release.

Your hips jerked forward, pussy clenching on air, and you reached down with your other hand to rub frantic circles on your clit. Your eyes squeezed closed as you continued to play with both him and now yourself. Whimpers and moans fell from your lips and his, Javi lifting his head from the back of his neck to look down at you.

“Shit. Baby, are you touching yourself too? Pussy so desperate to be filled when my cock is in your mouth?” His voice rumbled, deep and primal, yet pained and desperate all the same.

“Mmhm,” you choked, trying to take him deeper than your throat would allow.

Javi reached out, cupping the back of your head as you took him as far as you could, stroking the rest of him with the hand not between your own legs. Your eyes squeezed tighter, tears brimming as you pushed too far again. “Gentle mi amor, you'll hurt yourself. Too big for that tight throat of yours,” he cooed, gripping your hair tighter. Saliva continued to drip from your mouth as you worked him faster, matching the rhythm with the hand on your clit. You inserted two fingers into your pussy, pumping a few times before alternating between your sensitive clit again.

Both Javi's and your hips jerked forward at their own accord, your bodies so desperate for release, you were both right on the cusp of teetering over the edge. Your moans and whimpers grew louder, Javi's curses continuing, yet the slick noise of wet skin from your mouth and hands prevailed as the loudest in the room. Squelching and sucking filled the air, an orchestra of filthy euphony.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby, where do you want it?” Javi strained to ask, tension lining his jaw.

You removed him just enough to reply, “my mouth, please, Javi, let me taste you.” Immediately you returned your attention to the task at hand.

“Shit,” he groaned as you pumped the length of his cock that didn't meet your lips. His hips jerked and release spilled onto your tongue, salty and sweet. With his climax, you fell over your pleasure point as well, body shaking and tensing, your thighs clenching around your fingers as you frantically rocked against the air. You let out a pained squeal around his cock as you came in your hand.

His hips began to slow, the last of his salty release dripping onto your tongue. With a final suck, you removed your mouth with a pop and opened your mouth for Javi. White, creamy release dripped from your tongue onto his thigh and quickly you closed your mouth with a giggle, swallowing him and licking the spilled cum from his leg.

Meeting your eyes with his, Javi looked absolutely wrecked, his eyes dark and hair disheveled. He panted, and despite having just finished, you could still see the fire of lust in his stare. You imagined you looked the same, drunk on his cock and his release, your own orgasm having just subsided as well. You were somehow still hungry for more, and it seemed you were never fully quenched with Javi around. You'd always want more, no matter how much he gave you.

Javi grabbed your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap to straddle him. Though he was softening under you, your hips still jerked at the contact. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a deep kiss.

You pulled away, looking at him a moment before asking “you don't mind kissing me after I just had your cum in my mouth?”

Javi looked at you as if you spoke another language before realizing you meant it. “Fuck no, baby that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I don't mind tasting myself on your tongue. Ever,” he kissed you again, deeper this time. His tongue swirled with yours and you tasted his cum and his saliva, his scent filled your nose, and his body encompassed yours. Everything around you was Javi.

“I don't mind tasting myself on your lips either,” you pulled away, whispering shyly before going in for another kiss.

Javi pecked your lips, pulling away and raising his brow. “Oh? No?” He teased you. Your cheeks heated and you began to look away, but he lifted your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “We can make that happen,” he growled, kissing your lips and picking you up from his lap. He manhandled you like a sack of flour, easily tossing you to the bed with ease as he settled between your legs, his mouth inches from your waiting pussy.

“Ready for round two?” He smirked, nipping your thigh.

“Always, with you Javi,” you whined, and he dove in, pleasuring you the way you did him.

You were never surprised at his sexual prowess, but once again you were pleasantly amazed at his level of care and love he devoted to you. You didn't regret waiting, though you were glad he was willing to wait with you. The new experiences with him just grew better and better with each day.

If you told yourself months ago that you would be in bed, in love, happily wrapped in the arms of Javier Peña, you would have laughed at the thought. But then again, life is full of surprises.

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lost-in-lamentation · 4 months ago

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a nod back to this post by @fayendere.

a/n: i can't even call this a real fic so idk drabble one shot rrrhaahdsndakdjsjs either way. btw op i know i'm so sorry i'm like ages late but still, i had to deliver something.

content: ticklish lucifer! silly little fluffy moments. open ending take it how you like teehee haha

lucifer × gen!reader (you/your).

you notice it for the first time when your hand curls around the small of lucifer's waist, a gentle touch tracing his side as you sneak behind him to get to the doorway of the kitchen. lucifer's composure cracks, a small gasp echoing in the silence as he stiffens for a split second. you shoot him a glance, head tilted in feigned obliviousness. "did something happen?"

lucifer all but relaxes his body. with a sigh, he returns to the task at hand, slowly convincing himself that the tips of his ears are not as red as they feel. "you must be imagining things," he finally says, refusing to make eye contact. "go and fetch my brothers; i'll be finished in a minute. "

the second time you notice, lucifer is sitting as his desk with you standing at his side. the eldest makes a simple comment about how the room is rather hot, and you take it as a cue to reach for his coat. your hands find themselves at the base of his neck, sliding underneath the coat to pull off the fabric. but as you continue your movements, lucifer can't help but tuck himself inwards, shoulders shrugging up to prevent your fingers from brushing against his neck. once again, you fake your innocent expression, folding his coat in your arms as you ask, "did i startle you?"

he burns with embarrassment, but manages to swallow the tremble in his voice as he steels himself to look up at you. "yes, i will admit, you caught me off guard. please do not act so abruptly without a warning."

you can barely stifle your own laughter, giving him a determined nod in response instead. and just like the first time, lucifer echoes another sigh into his hands.

"MC, you really ought to turn in for the night. You have early RAD classes in the morning."

from your spot on the couch, you turn to look over your shoulder, watching while lucifer rounds the corner to sit next to you. "and when have early RAD classes ever stopped me?"

a gentle laughter sounds across the room, filling the space with warmth and adoration. at your side, lucifer fiddles with the cuffs of his pajama sleeves, rolling them up before leaning back onto the cushions. "i suppose there's nothing wrong with it, assuming that you'll make sure you make it on time."

"of course i will. i'm a model student, you know." you counter his laugh with your own, scooting over to slot yourself at his side. "oh, by the way, would you be willing to help me figure something out?"

lucifer raises a wary eyebrow at you, first glancing at the clock before coming back to look. "so late at night?"

"it won't take long, promise."

there's a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes, embers sparking in the reflection of his gaze. "i suppose it can't hurt. is it for your assignment?"

"it's... personal research." you slowly flip the cover of your book closed, placing it to the side as you turn your shoulders to face the demon next to you. "i've been wondering if you're as ticklish as i think you are."

"i beg your par-!" you jab him quickly in the side, hitting the soft spot above his waist that you know makes him jump. red blooms across his cheeks, the shade nearly rivaling the colour of his irises. despite lucifer's desire not to, a yelp escapes from him, which in turn cause you to laugh harder than you thought possible.

barely able to contain yourself, you fall back onto the armrests, laughing even louder when you see the expression on lucifer's face. "i think," you wheeze out while trying to catch your breath, "i think i've done enough research."

on the other side of the couch, lucifer grits his teeth, a hand hovering protectively over where you had poked him. "MC," he begins quietly, his other hand moving to capture your arm in his grasp. "if you'd be so kind, i have a few personal questions about where humans feel the most... sensitive, as well."

a/n: back in my writing era (ignoring my responsibilities)

reblogs and comments/tags are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me luci x reader #obey me lucifer x you #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer #aris writes 🐈‍⬛

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spideyhexx · 11 months ago

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the first time coryo & sej's cocks touched was when reader said she wanted to suck both of them off at the same time or neither of them were gonna cum so they both just sucked it up and when she told them to kiss in order to let them cum they did that too 🤭🤭🤭🤭

anon, i've been thinking about this since you sent it and i'm very happy to answer it <3 i hope y'all like this one i feel insane

mdni

You'd probably offer it after both of them have had a hard day and you know Sej is too tired to just fuck his frustrations out. And since you have Coryo with you guys now, you figure, why can't I just pleasure you guys at the same time? No harm, no foul, right?

Honestly, Sej thinks it’s a great idea and Coryo is the one to protest even though deep down, his heart is jumping at the idea of it.

“Coryo, I’m not gonna let either of you cum if I can’t do this,” and you pout at him, but realize that maybe he's just too embarrassed to admit he wants it.

So you lean up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “I know you want it. I’ll make it extra good, I promise,” and you kiss right below his ear, a weak spot for him and he folds immediately.

So now you got both of the boys slouching against the pillows on your bed. They're next to each other, shoulder brushing against shoulder as you lay between them.

You're swirling your tongue around Coryo first, given that you knew Sej could last longer since he's more used to your mouth.

Coryo's hand caresses the side of your head as he watches you and he dares to avert his gaze to Sej's cock which is being held by your hand, your thumb rubbing up and down against the vein that runs along the side of his length.

He lets out a moan at the sight and you smirk, letting some spit dribble onto him before your other hand wraps around him, jerking his cock slowly as your mouth finds Sej's tip.

While Coryo's moans sound light and airy, Sej's feel lower and you know he's holding them back.

Your eyes focus on Sej's lips, parted just a little as he sucks in a harsh breath. Then to Coryo's lips, his bottom one bitten underneath his teeth.

You take Sej out of your mouth, tapping his cock against your cheek as you say to them, "you guys should kiss."

Neither of them look at each other as they stare wide eyed at you and you rolls your eyes.

"Oh, c'mon, you've already tasted each other's cum one way or the other, what's the harm in kissing? Plus, I wanna see," you add in the last part in a quick whisper and Sej chuckles and turns his head to Coryo.

Your hands continue rubbing each of them and you watch them with curious eyes. Coryo's cheeks redden even more as he looks at Sej.

"Are you okay with this?" Sej leans closer first, his nose ever so slightly bumping against Coryo's.

He nods, speaking just above a whisper, "yes."

Sej presses forward to connect his lips to Coryo's and it's soft at first. Sej's hand remains on your head while Coryo's stay awkwardly at his sides, fiddling with the sheet below him.

You watch them pull apart, gazing into each other's eyes for a small second before they're kissing again, their lips slotting together almost perfectly in your eyes.

You see Sej press harder into it and you swirl your thumb in a circle on top head of Coryo's cock, causing the man to moan into Sej's mouth. It felt evil, but the sight that you get to see makes it worth it as Sej prods his tongue into Coryo's mouth.

You pick up the pace, stroking Coryo's cock with a tighter grip, leaning over to take Sej back in your mouth.

Your cheeks hollow as you suck on him, slowly taking each inch of his length into your mouth until you're hearing Sej moan back against Coryo's lips. You take him out of your mouth, smiling and kissing down your lover's length.

You feel Coryo shift as Sej's hand moves to cup the man's cheek.

Coryo has no thoughts in his head, just the feeling of Sej's mouth and tour hand consuming every fiber of his being. And with these blank, desire filled thoughts, he turns on his side to kiss Sej deeper, but the movement angles his cock just enough that his tip brushes up against Sej's.

That small amount of friction makes Coryo's abdomen tighten and he's spilling himself onto your lips and Sej's cock.

Sejanus breaks away from the kiss with Coryo and meets your eyes. When he sees the mess Coryo's made on you and on himself, it triggers his own release and you stuff the tip of his cock into your mouth so you can take every drop he has.

When he's done and you've rested your head on his thigh, replaying everything that happened, you notice Coryo's head pushed into one of your pillows and you sit up, cupping his cheeks and turning his head to look at you.

"don't be embarrassed, that was the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen, okay?" And Coryo can't even look you in the eye cause you've still got his cum on your lips and chin, but he nods in your hold.

Sej leans over you to wrap his arm around you and Coryo, finding Coryo's hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

let's chat about sejanus, coryo, or both, here :)

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softmiso · 24 days ago

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baby, i'm yours | art donaldson x reader

🦊 kinktober day 31: breeding/free for all (ft. unprotected piv sex, creampie, fingering)

🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, ~800 words, fem!reader

🍁 cross-posted on ao3

It was a quiet night. The air outside was almost excruciatingly still compared to the storm of thoughts that swirled around in your head.

Art had just finished reading Lily her bedtime story and came to join you in your shared bedroom. As he climbed into bed, he kissed your forehead, lips lingering for a bit longer than usual.

“What’s goin’ on up there?” he asked as he pulled away. He looked into your eyes, searching for an answer.

“Nothing,” you lied, shaking your head. Art scoffed; he could read you like a book.

“You know you can tell me anything,” he prodded softly, which gave you a small surge of confidence. You still avoided his gaze, however, eyes falling to your hands.

“Okay, well,” you spoke quietly, “I’ve been thinking lately. About us.”

“Mhmm…” He looked at you inquisitively.

“You know I love when Lily comes to stay, but I think—I think I wanna try for a baby.”

At that, you looked up and into his eyes. His gaze held so much love, so much tenderness. Your nerves were instantly calmed.

“I think we can make that happen,” he said, hand coming up to cradle your face.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he whispered this time, face getting closer to your own until he captured your lips in a kiss. It started out soft, but soon deepened as you both thought of the prospect of making a mini version of yourselves.

Art moved so that he was hovering over you, one leg slotting between your own. He quickly removed your t-shirt, breath hitching in his throat at the sight of your bare chest. He held you firmly as he started to kiss around your breast. When he finally took your nipple into his mouth, your hips surged upwards to find friction on his leg.

“God,” he gasped, “imagine how full these’ll get.” He stroked both breasts with his hands, thumbing gently at your nipples as well. He then let his hands trail downwards, until they reached your stomach. “Can’t wait to see you all round with our baby.”

“Art,” you pleaded, “need you.” With that, his hands continued their descent. Once he reached your hips, he removed your underwear, flinging it somewhere into the room.

His fingers quickly found their way to your folds, spreading your wetness across the expanse of your heat, before dipping a finger inside of you. He pumped the digit in and out of you, curling it upwards to hit that spot that you couldn’t reach on your own.

He went back to kissing you, tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss when he added a second, and then a third finger. You were so open and pliable under his touch.

“Ready for me?” he asked, and you nodded your reply.

He quickly got rid of his boxers, releasing his length from its confines. His tip an angry red and dribbling with precum. He stroked himself a few times, before lining himself up with you, forgoing the condom this time. He then pushed in, knocking the air out of your lungs when he bottomed out. Before you knew it, he’d set a relentless pace, rutting into you with a newfound passion.

“Feel so good around me,” he groaned, “so good for me.”

“Just for you,” you managed to get out.

“Yeah? Gonna let me fuck you full, so everyone knows who you belong to?”

Before you could answer, Art took a hold of your leg, placing it over his shoulder. He did the same with the other, and you cried out at how deep he was inside of you. He also reacted to the feeling, as the rhythm of his thrusts started to falter.

You could feel your peak approaching, walls clenching around Art’s length. To add fuel to the fire, his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles into the bundle of nerves.

“Ah!” you exclaimed, “please cum inside me, fill me up.”

With a few more thrusts, Art filled you to the brim. He dropped his head, resting his forehead against yours. Somehow, he still managed to keep pounding into you, pushing his cum even deeper inside of you. The thought of him knocking you up, paired with the sensation, is what sent you over the edge.

You were still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm when Art pulled out, but he quickly replaced his cock with his fingers, making sure not a drop of his seed went to waste. He then found a pillow, propping it up underneath you for good measure.

He stroked some of your hair back from your forehead. “Gonna make a great mom.”

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