#ice play

[rxzilvia]

ice play riki fic plss

Ice on me baby

Requested?: yes

Warnings: Ice play, smut, mdni, fluff in the end, bf!Riki x f!reader, tell me if I missed smth <3

You were laying on the bed, leaning against the headboard while Riki was sitting on his knees between your legs.. a bowl of ice next to you

The summer has Ben fucking humid, and you complained to Riki multiple times.. so now he is doing something about it..

Riki had his large hand placed on your tummy while his other held the slippery ice cube, gently tracing it against the rim of your entrance

You but your lip, holding back your moans as your back arched slightly, and so did your hips, looking for more friction then that.. but Riki just smiled and pressed on your tummy a bit, pushing your hips back down..

You couldn't help but whine.. needing more.. he smirked and leaned down kissing your clit before continuing his ministration on your pussy with the ice cube

Little by little the ice cubes went one after another

Riki leaned down sucking and kissing your clit while he traced your entrance with the ice cube, often pushing it in a bit and then his tongue right after

Your eyes were rolling back from the pleasure, you bit your lip harder making it almost bleed as you pushed Riki's head down into your pussy

His smirk never leaving his face as he licked slowly and sensualy, often licking a long stripe over your pussy and then going over it with an ice cube

He pulled away from your dripping cunt and leaned in to kiss you instead, as you were kissing you moaned into his mouth, feeling the two of his fingers enter your ass

When you moaned he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, exploring it and making his tongue dance against yours

After a good minute he pulled away and went back to your pussy, taking a new ice cube and rubbing it over your cunt..

Before you knew it the ice cube was covered in your cum and Riki took it into his mouth as it melted, leaving him with only your juices to swallow, he smirked, leaning in to peck your lips

"Are you gonna complain again?.."

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"Well if this is gonna be the result of my complaining.. yes.."

[nonbinary-thot]

"am sorry mommy... Really am, so sorry mommy.." he whined.

Choso was always so needy after meeting you, feeling human emotions for the first time. He was half human, but had never felt like he actually had that side to him.

But you made him feel such incredible things he didn't understand half the time.

Like right now, his hands were tied behind his back with fuzzy pink handcuffs. He had been so needy all day, distracting you from work and papers you needed to grade.

He had been begging and whining, complaining he just needed to be inside you - buried deep to the hilt. He couldn't help it, only you made him feel this way.

But now he sorta wished he had just waited like a good boy. He was forced to sitting on his knees, hands bound behind his back and he was bare naked. Thanks to you.

He shivered as the ice cube you pressed to his nipples dripped water and was freezing cold. There were bite marks and hickey's everywhere, to which were turning purple because you had been rubbing the ice cube on them.

He whined loudly as he felt you grab his aching and chubbed cock, and pressed the ice cube to his tip. Fat, sticky and hot tears ran down his flushed face

"mommy please.. p-promise to be a good boy, please just.. let me be inside, please.."

When you squeezed his cock and rubbed the ice cube harder on his tip, the water dribbling down the base and to his balls, he came hard, covering you hand and getting a bit in your face.

A/N REPOSTS ARE APPRECIATED GUYS !!!!

[prael]

Respite

Kinktember Day 29: Ice Play

Fromis_9 Hayoung x male or female reader smut

words: 2,775 Kinktember Masterlist Happy Hayoung day!

The heat is one of those inevitable annoyances in life. We spend all of our existence looking for its antidotes. We live in air-conditioned buildings, fan ourselves, wear the lightest materials, consume iced treats, and immerse ourselves in pools or the sea. We often seem obsessed with the cold. Yet what do we seek with it, other than respite?

There are certain sensations to which our biology gives us very little protection: the scorching blaze of fire and the bone-chilling frost of ice. Some individuals may take pleasure from being subjected to extreme temperatures—such as burning candle wax or, in Hayoung's case, melting ice.

Sweat on her skin, droplets decorating every inch of her flesh in a glistening glow. They move ever so slightly as she breaths, and occasionally one may fall, running down her curves, sinking down her well-toned body until they trail off her body and onto the bed below her, soaking into the towel.

This is a rare occasion where an ice-cold touch will be both a respite and a source of pleasure.

You see Hayoung open her lips, to ask, "What are you going to do?"

"This." You slip an ice cube into your mouth and lower your lips to hers.

Hayoung accepts you, accepting the coolness you carry with your mouth, and your tongue tangles with hers in a brief dance. So quickly does the ice melt once her heat takes it, so quickly the cool touch vanishes as she warms her gift from you. You place another in your mouth, this time kissing the sides of her neck. Hayoung breathes a sigh of gentle relief.

You run your mouth over her neck, kissing and pressing the ice against her skin, the water expelled from your mouth and replaced with her sweat. You taste it on her skin; there's an effervescent tinge that stirs your desire in the back of your mouth. You run your mouth over the sensitive crook between her shoulders and her collarbone and she gasps, twitches, and shuffles slightly under you. You stay until the cube completely melts against her.

There's this hot, humid air that rises from her skin and threatens to engulf you.

"Does that feel good?"

She nods quickly, then eagerly accepts her next ice cube when you offer it on her tongue. You take another for yourself too, purse it in your lips and place them just below her chin. You drag it down her body, your head trailing behind as you leave a faint watery trail down her front, between her breasts. Hayoung lets out short pants as you pull your lips painfully slowly down her skin. Down between her abs. As you run out of ice, you allow the cool water to drain from your mouth and drizzle over her hot skin, letting it flow off her and hit the towel beneath her.

"That tickles," Hayoung laughs.

"Oh, does it?" You place another cube into your mouth and press it to the side of her neck. 

"Ah... Yeah, I like it." She gasps as it makes contact. This time you drag it down her again, but heading right towards the small mound of her breast. And the soft fleshy mound rises up with each breath, then sinks with every gasp in pleasure. When you finally arrive at her pink bud, she winces, and gently whines, yet allows you to carry on. You brush over her nipple a few times, back and forth while it starts to harden under your cold kiss. It grows perk and tender with a light redness.

Hayoung keeps smiling, laughing, every now and again looking down and watching you carefully rub your ice against her. Sometimes when you look up at her, the sight of her teeth buried into her wet lip fills you with a sense of hunger.

You work another one, in much the same way, starting by the other side of her neck. She moans a quiet sound of pleasure followed by a simple, "Yes." She squirms more and grips the sheets as the ice nears her other nipple.

"They're s-sensitive, you know," she stammers as you approach, almost apologetically, perhaps, she can't quite get her words out.

You make a few teasing brushes at the bud before finally closing your lips around it and taking it fully into the ice-cold depth of your mouth. Her reaction is immediate, she rolls her head back and clenches her body.

Then when you release her, it elicits a small whimper of loss.

You take one of her hands in yours, and with the ice cube in your mouth again, you start at her wrist, messily trailing ice-cold water across the skin. You reach her upper arm, then dip into her armpit—where it really tickles her. With your free hand, you delicately tweak at her nipple—the now freezing wet nub only adding to her arousal as you press on. Repeated licks of her armpit are enough to make her squirm, as she laughs out half-hearted pleads to stop.

You repeat it again, as you did before, to her other arm. Licking up sweat and replacing it with ice-cold kisses and tiny droplets of water. She tastes sweet and salty—her body worthy to feast on.

You stand and look over her. Her arms spread to the side and everything above her waist soaked in your kisses. She's still flush with heat, burning up, even after your cooling efforts. She seems to burn ever hotter, an inviting presence, and she lays, wet and glistening with trails of water following her contours and pooling under her. She pants softly.

You tease her, "You're wetter than the ice, right now, aren't you?"

Her smile widens and her eyes smile too, her embarrassment turning to eagerness, she bites her lip, "Mmmm," her confirmation is brief but deep and heavy with desire.

Her eyes follow you hungrily as you move back towards the side of the bed, and pick up a pair of cubes. You take them directly to her breasts, encircling her little nubs.

"How does that feel?" you ask softly, playing with them.

She bites her lip, exhales deeply, and struggles to give a tangible response.

You trail them down onto her abs and watch as they tense up under you. You feel her muscles tighten under your touch. Hayoung's breathing grows heavier in anticipation as you near her hips. And there's a smile she flashes you—knowing what she wants you to do, and knowing you have some intention of doing it.

You enjoy the way her tight little waist reacts to the change in temperature as she twists and arches herself up. Her smooth, well-trained curves, her naked body. When the cubes melt away to almost nothing, you trace wet fingertips over her v-line, teasing at the curve of her hips. 

More ice in your mouth, and a new target. "These feet must be so sore. Did you work them so hard today? Does it hurt?"

"So sore," she affirms. "I danced for hours."

You lift one of her legs, bringing her foot up to your mouth. And you run your tongue along its base, up, to her toes, and back down again. She whimpers softly and flexes her toes. You catch each of them, one by one in your mouth, and nurse them gently. "But you were amazing up there," you add.

Hayoung mumbles in embarrassment, hiding her face in her hand.

You let her rest the sole of her foot against your face, as you lick and kiss at her, soothing her tender soles and relaxing her muscles. Hayoung peeks through her fingers, "That tickles so much," she says with a quiet laugh. You massage the ice-cold water into her skin, massaging her muscles with firm, sweeping movements and she sighs a comfortable, pleasured sigh.

You kiss your way to her ankle—admiring the toned softness of her leg as you look down. You rest it on your shoulder and bring her other foot up to repeat the same actions. Caressing her sole with cold licks, massaging, and pressing them against your cheek. "Relaxed yet?"

"Mhm," she moans with a delightful approval.

After repeating the massage on her other foot, you set them on your shoulders, and with ice in each hand, you massage her legs with firm strokes. Up her thighs. Drinking up her deep exhales and moans as you travel further and further up, towards the end of her legs, where you take a pause at her inner thigh. The skin is delicate, soft and tender. And the heat that rises from it quickly melts the ice.

Hayoung knows where you want to go—where she wants you to go—so when she sets her legs back on the table, she spreads them wide. Her pussy is flushed and warm and looks so soft and inviting. She bites her finger while she waits for you. You leave her for a moment, going back to collect one more ice cube from the tray, returning to between her legs.

"You look so tasty. Do you want me to kiss it?"

She smiles at you, nodding.

"How many people were watching you today? You deserve a reward, don't you think?"

She nods again.

"So many people looking at these toned legs. These tight abs..."

She nods, her cheeks flushed with desire.

"Are you happy to have such a hot, sexy little body?"

She bites her lip. "Are you?"

There's a mutual smile between you as you lean in towards her. You hold your mouth just above her pussy and wait. Wait until a drop of icy water falls from it and lands between her lips.

"Ah." Her voice quivers as it hits her. She tries to spread herself as best she can for you, tilting her hips. You wait for more to fall onto her. Each droplet is followed by a small yelp and a series of squirms. Satisfied, you lean in to start just below her navel, trailing the ice cube towards her hips, making slow sweeping arcs in both directions as you tease her. Closer and closer you get to her pussy, which quivers and flexes each time you pass over the soft flesh just by its sides.

Finally, you plant your cube at the very top of her slit, letting it melt and pour down her sensitive opening. It runs over her and down between her cute little ass cheeks and into the towel below. She finally lets out a full, true moan of satisfaction—like she's been waiting forever. She wriggles her hips up and down, enjoying the sensation.

"Your moans are so cute," you tell her, planting your lips on the inside of her thigh.

You can't hold her off anymore, the pleading desperation in her whines, the writhing of her hips, so you take another cube, and this time plant your lips right over her swollen, hot clit. Hayoung winces and nearly leaps, lifting her legs and hooking her ankles around your back, holding you tight, forcing you to accept her, as though she didn't want to give up the source of her pleasure.

The cube quickly melts into her sensitive nub, she squeezes and quivers under the sensation. "It's so cold and... mmm!" Her sounds, her cries, the desperate heaving of her chest, the hotness that flows between her legs.

It's made her so sensitive that she reacts instantly to every movement of your mouth, even the slightest change in pressure. Cold licks to her pussy have her mewling and arching her back. She clutches the bed tightly, almost in pain—the most pleasurable pain you've ever given her.

Your jaw grows sore, but it's okay—she doesn't last much longer after that.

"I'm... ah! I'm..." You can feel her energy rising inside. Rising. Pushing back against you.

She thrashes her head from one side to the other, clenches her legs and twists her ankles, her stomach heaving, her skin abuzz with little sparks of electricity, the salty sweetness of her arousal runs freely as she erupts.

And she clings to you, clenches her thighs around your head, tight, tight, tighter as waves of bliss rise through her. It washes over her body, sweeping every muscle with pulses of ecstasy, her mouth lets out a glorious, freeing cry. Hot liquid pours from her pussy and over your chin, sweet and tantalizing, as you bathe her in kisses, suck and tease her sweetly sensitive nub, savouring the flavour of her excitement, even as she grows more and more overstimulated. Until the pulses fade and she relaxes—too spent to hang on.

You pry her thighs from your head and stand to see her fully as your eyes drink her in—how beautiful. She breathes deeply, smiling, staring upwards. She gives herself time to come down, panting hard and melting back down to earth.

She's barely having a moment to recover and you're already placing more ice in your mouth and holding some in your hand. You take your mouth to her nipple once again—taking her by surprise. She reacts weakly, laughing as you work on her.

When you put your hand between her legs and touch ice to her clit a second time, she lets out a quick scream of shock and then twitches and writhes. A delicious look of surprise and amusement mixed in her smile and voice. "So soon?"

You respond by rubbing the ice against her pussy, dragging it up and down. Over her hole then back to her clit. Back and forth, up, down. Hayoung arches herself and tries to pull away—but not because she doesn't want it. Because it's overwhelming, but so enjoyable, that her nerves struggle to keep up. She finds it difficult to speak, struggling for air. And she turns into an erotic little mess under your touch.

You kiss her breasts as you start to work your fingers harder against her, and her entire body starts to rock up and down with the motions. She reaches out, digging her fingers into your hair and drawing your face against her breast. "Yes! Please!" She moans. And so you keep at it, you kiss her and tease her and take advantage of how sensitive and weak her body is. You allow her pleasure to bloom out over her—blossoming bright and colourful.

By now, the ice has melted entirely, and you focus entirely on stimulating her clit with your fingers—quick, urgent circles. Just the way you know she likes it.

Again you can feel her build up her energy, rising high, above the horizon and preparing to unleash a cascade. You bite her gently and work your fingers so quickly, that all she can do is emit a guttural moan of desire, so overcome with pleasure she cannot properly vocalise anything more.

When the dam of her lust breaks and she's sent floating down the river, it's only your name that she manages to cry.

Hayoung cums so hard that her body seizes up entirely. Fiery tingles sweep over her limbs. Waves crash down within, sending her reeling, eyes closed, open-mouthed and moaning long and low. She grips tightly into your hair while pleasure pulsates within. The sound of her bliss echoes between the walls of the room. Finally, her pleasure drains away. Her voice fades out and her body goes slack.

You try to lift yourself up to observe the fruit of your labour—but she holds you close.

"Oh god. Wait. A minute," she forces the words from her lips. "Just... don't move."

As Hayoung drifts through her post-orgasmic haze, you feel her heartbeat through her bare, sweat-kissed skin. It slows as she relaxes. Her chest rises with every breath, and she flutters her eyes to try and fix the world before her. There's an easy smile that comes so naturally, and she has to breathe several times before the words, "That was perfect," can come.

You might not have actually cooled her down some, but relief came in a different form. A beautiful form.

"It's okay," you tell her. "Just lie down and rest. I can get the shower ready."

She agrees without a word.

You take a moment to bask in the sight of her before you step away. She glows in post-orgasmic bliss. Her slender naked body is bare in all its beautiful, wet glory. This gorgeous, ethereal goddess, this divine human, who graces us, who we, by some luck are fortunate to live among—to watch on the TV, to listen to on the radio, to watch perform and give her life to the dance. And you, by some greater luck, are fortunate to make her feel the deepest of pleasures.

[domm1etae]

melting point

san x f!reader

oneshot | mdni

1.8k

San turns up the heat with some ice-cold teasing, leaving you trembling as he pushes all the right buttons and makes you beg for more

nsfw tags under

f/m, vaginal sex, teasting, dirty talk, pet names, dom san, slight begging, ice play, perky tits, fingering, clitplay, praise, orgasm

The low hum of the air conditioner filled the room as the warm glow of the setting sun spilled through the blinds. You leaned against the kitchen counter, the remnants of dinner cleaned up, leaving just you and San standing in the quiet space. He was still in his black sweatpants and a fitted white t-shirt, his silver chain glinting faintly under the light. His sharp, yet soft gaze lingered on you longer than usual as he crossed the distance between you.

"Come here," San murmured, his voice smooth yet commanding, his fingers brushing yours before slipping to your waist.

You let him guide you to the bedroom, his hands never leaving your hips. Once inside, the mood shifted—an electrified tension building as his lips met yours. The kiss started slow, tender, and exploratory, but it didn’t take long for him to deepen it. His tongue grazed yours as his hands roamed your sides, tracing the curve of your body.

“Couldn’t stop staring at you earlier,” he confessed between kisses, his voice low and filled with need. “You drive me crazy when you look at me like that.”

Before you knew it, you were lying beneath him on the bed, your breath hitching as he pulled your shirt over your head. San’s warm lips trailed kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing sensitive spots, leaving you arching into him.

San’s hands rested firmly on your hips as he dragged his tongue down your collarbone, leaving wet, messy kisses in his wake. His lips burned against your skin, the heat a delicious contrast to the cool air-conditioned room. He gripped your hips passionately, holding you steady as your legs tangled around his waist.

You moaned softly when he nipped at the delicate skin of your neck, his chuckle reverberating against you. “Already so responsive,” San teased, his breath hot against your ear.

His fingers dipped lower, sliding under the waistband of your shorts and teasing the sensitive skin just above where you ached for him. Slowly, he pushed your shorts and panties down, leaving you exposed to him.

“Such a pretty sight,” San murmured, his thumb brushing over your clit in slow circles. You gasped at the sensation, your hips jerking instinctively toward his hand.

“San… please,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with need.

San smirked, slipping two fingers into you without warning. The stretch was perfect, his long, skilled fingers curling just right to hit the sweet spot inside you. He moved with precision, his thumb continuing to circle your clit as his lips traveled lower, settling on your breasts.

“These perfect, perky tits…” he muttered against your skin, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple. His other hand cupped your other breast, squeezing lightly until a small bead of milk escaped. His breath hitched at the sight, a soft moan escaping him as he licked it up.

Your back arched off the bed as he worked you over with his mouth and hands. The way he groaned against your breast sent vibrations straight to your core. “So warm, baby… I think it’s time to cool you down.”

San reached for the glass of water fulled with ice on the nightstand. With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed a small cube of ice, the frost on it glistening in the dim light. He held it between his lips briefly, warming the sharp edges until it was smooth, all while keeping his smoldering gaze locked on yours.

He dragged the ice along your nipples, the sudden chill making you gasp and squirm beneath him. “So sensitive,” San murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He circled the ice around your nipple, letting the water drip down your chest.

“San…” you moaned, your voice needy and breathless.

“Patience, baby.” He trailed the ice lower, gliding it down your stomach and over your clit. The cold against your heat sent a jolt through your body, your thighs trembling as he pressed it more firmly against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

When the ice melted slightly, San slid his fingers back inside you, his movements deliberate and unrelenting. The combination of his fingers curling inside you and the icy sensations on your clit had you gripping the sheets, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Think you’re ready for more?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust.

“Yes… please,” you begged, your hips lifting to meet his touch.

San smirked, forming a larger shard of ice, this time with a smooth, rounded edge. He spread your legs wider, positioning himself between them as he slowly guided the ice inside you. The cold invaded your warmth, the sensation overwhelming in the best way.

You cried out, your body writhing as the ice settled deep inside you. San didn’t stop there—he used his fingers to guide it, twisting and angling it to hit every sensitive spot. The ice melted quickly, and he replaced it just as fast, reforming it with a flick of his fingers.

“Look at you,” San groaned, his voice thick with desire. “Taking it so well… you’re so perfect, baby.”

Your body trembled as you felt your orgasm building, the cold ice heightening every sensation. San’s movements became rougher, his fingers and the ice working in tandem to push you over the edge.

“Come on, beautiful,” he urged, his lips brushing against your thigh. “Come for me. Let me see you fall apart.”

With one final thrust, your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed through you. “A-ah, San!” you cried, your voice breaking as you came hard, your juices dripping down to his hand.

San pulled the melted ice out of you, his eyes dark with lust as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. “You taste so good,” he said, his voice husky. “But we’re not done yet, princess.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your trembling thigh before disappearing to grab a towel. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was back, his smirk making your pulse quicken. “I’m going to have you on my cock all night,” he promised, his voice dripping with intent.

San quickly got rid of his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and arms. His black sweatpants hung low on his hips, teasing the hardened length pressing against the fabric. He watched you carefully, his smirk softening into something more tender as he brushed damp strands of hair from your face.

“Doing okay, baby?” he asked, his thumb caressing your cheek.

You nodded, still catching your breath. Your body tingled from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your legs weak and trembling. But the hunger in his eyes reignited the fire inside you.

“I’m good,” you whispered, your voice breathy but steady. “I need you, San. Please.”

His smirk returned, his lips curving into a wicked grin. “That’s my girl.”

San climbed onto the bed, settling between your legs. He leaned down to kiss you, slow and deep, his tongue teasing yours. His hands roamed your body, tracing every curve as if committing you to memory. His fingers lingered on your thighs, spreading them wider as he pressed himself against your core, still soaked and sensitive.

The friction of his sweatpants against your heat made you moan into his mouth, your hips bucking instinctively. San groaned, his patience fraying as he pushed his pants down just enough to free his aching length. He took himself in hand, stroking slowly as his eyes drank you in.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “All spread out and ready for me.”

You whimpered, reaching for him. San chuckled, grasping your wrist and pinning it above your head. “Not so fast, princess. I want to savor you a little longer.”

He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his cock. The sensation sent shivers through your body, your hips lifting to meet him. But San held you down, his free hand gripping your hip to keep you in place.

“So needy,” he teased, his voice a low growl. “I love it.”

Finally, he pushed into you, his cock stretching you inch by inch. The delicious burn made you gasp, your nails digging into the sheets. San groaned, his head falling to your shoulder as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his breath hot against your ear. “You feel so good, baby. So tight and warm.”

He started moving slowly, his thrusts deep and deliberate. Each stroke hit that perfect spot inside you, making your back arch and your moans grow louder. San’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer with every thrust.

As he found his rhythm, his pace quickened, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. His name spilled from your lips like a mantra, your body surrendering completely to him.

“Look at me,” San commanded, his voice rough. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his dark eyes made your heart race, his love and lust pouring into you with every thrust.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his grip tightening on your hips. “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to feel you like this.”

You nodded, your words failing you as your pleasure built to a crescendo. San’s hand moved to your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. The added stimulation sent you hurtling toward another orgasm, your body trembling beneath him.

“Come for me, baby,” San urged, his voice strained as he chased his own release. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

With a cry, you came undone, your walls clenching tightly around him. San groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he followed you over the edge. He buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling into you as his body shuddered.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your heavy breaths and the faint hum of the air conditioner. San collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

You smiled, nuzzling into his chest. “So are you.”

San chuckled, his grip tightening around you. “Think you can handle another round?” he teased, his playful smirk returning.

Your laughter filled the room as you swatted his chest. “Give me five minutes.”

“Take your time,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And he meant it.

[xochimillilili]

Wish I could tie my pretty sweetheart up, set them all out for me on the bed, have them all nice and comfy maybe I'll settle a soft kiss on their lips before slowly trailing ice around their body— seeing how they squirm and twitch as the cold goes across their skin, a mix of stinging pain and delicate pleasure on them~

Denying their pleads to cum by shoving an ice into their mouth, making them feel my cock grow hard inside their warm little cunt from their desperate muffled cries and whimpers~

[agaypanic]

Cool Down (Felix Catton X Reader Smut)

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist | Request Something! | AO3

Kinktober Day 2: Temperature Play

Summary: On a hot summer day like this, you’ll do anything to cool down. Felix’s sudden idea isn’t quite what you expect, but you’ve learned to expect the unexpected with him.

A/N: at first i was like “nah, felix wouldn’t fuck his gf by his lake/pool where anyone looking out the window can see it” but then i realized that he probably would bc he’s a shameless mf. I dont live in the UK but i think it’s not that hot (at least compared to in the US) in the summer because they’re like surrounded by the sea. But for plot purposes, this summer is hot as FUCK

C/W: ice play, unprotected p in v sex, outdoor sex, kinda clothed sex (wearing swimsuits), Oliver (he’s only mentioned, but i feel like he still deserves a warning), fingering

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It felt like you were melting. You had never experienced a summer as hot as this before, and you cursed whatever God there might be for the high temperatures and boiling sun.

“You can go inside, you know.” Felix reminded you for the umpteenth time, staring at you with a playful smile. 

Despite your complaining and misery, you refused. You and Felix were the only ones lying in the grassy field by the pool at Saltburn. The rest of his family were inside enjoying the cooler environment and TV. You weren’t quite sure about where Oliver was, but as long as he didn’t find you and your boyfriend that he liked to cling to, you didn’t care much about his whereabouts. 

Felix gently twirled some of your hair around his fingers. “Wanna go for a swim?”

“I’m still pruney.” You replied, wiggling your drying pruned fingers in front of his face. Felix laughed, grabbing one of your hands to lay a kiss on your palm. “Besides, I’m too tired to swim again.”

Felix hummed in thought, his kisses starting to pepper down your arm until he reached your collarbone. You let out a relaxed sigh, tilting your head to the side and allowing Felix access to kiss your neck. He didn’t stop until he reached your lips, giving you a shameless and somewhat sloppy kiss. If you were anywhere else, you would’ve pushed him away and giggled out of slight embarrassment, hoping no one had seen such an act. But out in the tall grass, with his large build blocking you from the sun as he hovered over you, you wouldn’t have cared if someone saw the wild affection.

He suddenly pulled away, leaving you hot and breathless. Still hovering over you, he reached out and grabbed his cup of spiked lemonade, which was more ice than drink. The glass was sweating just as much as you were, and you gasped when a few drops of condensation dribbled onto your chest.

“Huh?” Felix looked down, seeing the small beads of water pooling on your skin. “Sorry, lovie.”

“It’s okay.” You respond, watching his thick fingers wipe the liquid away. “It actually felt kind of nice.”

Felix drank the rest of his lemonade, playing with the strap of your bikini top as he did so. You threw an arm over your eyes, hoping to block out the sun. It wasn’t long before Felix was left with a cup half-filled with ice. He let out a quiet sigh of disappointment before his pierced brow raised, an idea coming to mind.

Suddenly, you yelped in surprise at the feeling of something icy and wet touching you. Felix laughed at your reaction, trailing an ice cube around your stomach. “I thought it felt nice.”

“Smartass.” You muttered, trying to adjust to the sudden coolness. 

“I’ve got some more.” Your boyfriend said, shaking his cup of ice as the cube melted from his fingers and your hot skin. “Any other place I can cool off for you?” You laughed at the way he wiggled his eyebrows as he spoke.

“Everywhere.” You answer, and Felix grabbed another cube.

He started at the base of your neck, slowly tracing your collarbone with it. Then he ran the cube along the edge of your top until he reached the valley of your breasts. Felix paused for a small moment before taking the ice off of you.

You were about to ask Felix why he stopped when he gently pulled the cups of your top to the sides. You gasped softly at the feeling of your breasts being freed from their confines. And then you let out another noise of surprise when Felix put two ice cubes on your heated skin, circling your tits and inching closer and closer to your nipples. When the cold touched them, they quickly stiffened.

“Felix.” You said in a breathy moan, arching your back slightly from the sensation.

“Like that?” He asked, tongue poking out a little as he concentrated on his ministrations and your reactions. Soon enough, too soon for your liking, the ice melted away, and Felix trailed his chilly fingertips down your tummy. As he reached the ties of your bikini bottoms, you could feel himself starting to harden. 

Desperate, Felix started grinding against you, his growing erection nudging your clothed clit. “Here, Felix?” You asked, as if you weren’t ready to rip the little clothing you had off and fuck him until you both collapsed. “What if someone sees?”

“They won’t.” He answered, but you weren’t quite convinced. Everyone loved to be around Felix, especially Oliver. You wouldn’t be surprised if your friends were out looking for you right now to play a game of fancy drunk tennis or to just lay about with you. 

But that didn’t matter now. Not when Felix was taking his shorts off in record time to spring his cock free before hovering over you and grabbing another ice cube. He moved the seat of your bikini bottoms to the side.

“Oh god.” You gasped, wiggling your hips to grind against his hand that held the frozen water to your clit, while his two middle fingers thrusted into you. He groaned at the sight. You desperately humping his hand made his dick even harder than he thought possible. 

“No need for formalities, lovie.” Felix teased, withdrawing his fingers and preparing to replace them with his member. He dragged his tip through your folds, hissing in surprise and arousal whenever he touched your chilly clit and the almost gone that was still held to it. “You can just call me Felix.”

“You’re such a- ahh!” Felix interrupted what you were about to say by pushing his cock into you in one swift thrust. No matter how many times you’ve fucked, you’ve never gotten used to his size. He always stretched you in a way that reduced you to a moaning mess that begged to be fucked over and over. 

Knowing how desperate the both of you were, Felix didn’t bother with starting out slow. He quickly started to pound into you, hooking one of your legs up onto his hip to fuck you even deeper. You carded your hands through his brown locks, tugging on them whenever he hit you in just the right spot. 

Too overcome with lust and pleasure, you didn’t register Felix’s hand leaving your hip or the sound of ice clattering around in the cup. In fact, for a moment, you didn’t take notice of anything besides the way Felix’s thick cock was ramming in and out of your cunt. It wasn’t until he put his mouth on your tit that you were pulled out of your pleasure-filled haze. He sucked harshly and nipped at your skin, leaving fresh hickies in his wake. And after each mark was made, he soothed it with the frozen cube held between his teeth.

“Felix.” You let out a choked moan, legs locking around his lower body. He knew you were close; your pussy was spasming around him so much he thought he might not be able to continue his thrusts.

“C’mon, love.” Felix panted, dropping a hand to rub at your clit, not letting up on his pace. “Wanna see that pretty face when you come.”

It was all too much. Everything about Felix, his voice, his words, his body, made you tumble over the edge. You rolled your eyes back in ecstasy, clawing your nails into his back. Felix continued his ministrations, both to help you ride out your release and to help him find his own. It wasn’t long before his hips stuttered, and he was spilling his load inside you, collapsing on top of you in exhaustion and relief.

As you and Felix lay in the field, basking in your post-orgasmic states, you hoped to God that no one was looking for you. Despite the estate being so large, with an endless amount of places to go and hide, you sometimes felt like you couldn’t get a real moment alone with Felix. You would’ve gladly suffered in this summer’s heat to be alone with him. Especially when he looked like such an angel in the sunlight.

Regaining his strength, Felix looked up at you, and you were about ready to push him onto his back and start round two. “Wanna go inside now?” He asked sweetly, as if he didn’t just rail you. “Maybe take a bath?”

“Sounds lovely.” You say, sitting up enough to kiss his awaiting lips. 

Nothing could ruin a summer at Saltburn.

***

Felix Catton Taglist: @slaymybreathaway @fuckshitslover

[shakespearian-love]

Sensations with you ❦

[liothewriterslut]

Iced

The submissive whines at their dom when they see the object in his hand. It’s a dildo, made of ice.

“I think you know what this is for, don’t you baby?” The dom purrs, slowly stepping closer. The submissive nods and squirms. “Words pet, now.”

“It’s for me.” The submissive whispers.

“For you how?”

“I have to warm it.”

“And do you know why?” The Dom asks, slipping two fingers inside the submissives cunt.

“I talked back to you Sir.” The submissive says unsteadily, holding back a moan.

“That’s right. Now up baby.” The submissive gets up on their knees and the dom holds the dildo for them to lower onto. Hissing at the chill, the submissive takes it all.

“Good pet, that’s it. Now you’re going to sit here while I watch you.” The dom sits in the wingback chair in the corner of the room, the submissive on display on the bed. The submissive whine and squirms for half an hour before the dom finally makes a move. He leans back, takes his cock out and slowly strokes it.

“Such a pretty sight, you losing yourself like this. All over a piece of ice.” The submissive whimpers. The dom wraps his hand around his cock and jerks slowly.

“Bounce, bounce on what’s left. Ride the ice like you would my cock.” He demands. The submissive nods and begins bouncing. The dom can see the submissive’s thighs are covered in liquid.

“Making such a mess.” The dominant says, making the submissive whine in response, embarrassed.

[hoppingonjim]

freezing- Sierra Six

FOR THE LOML, MEGGY! who wanted a smut w degrading && ice play.

warnings: degrading, afab!reader, muscles, the word cunt (idk some people hate it), ice play, creampie, gagging, dumbification, dom!sierra, sub!reader, big dick.

note: i have never seen the movie and i dont know how to write ice all that great, so please forgive me if this sucks! i really did try. ily meg

“you're so fucking helpless without me, aren't you?”

in the dance of shadows, a sly grin adorns his face, mischief twinkling in those gleaming eyes that peer down upon you. his arms fashioned into a prison that jails you. a captive willingly ensnared, you relish in the immobility.

your knee wanders toward his crotch, gliding over the surface. a delicate exploration unfolds. it caresses, inquisitive and bold, gauging the hardness that pulsates beneath the fabric—a silent communion of anticipation.

a longing emerges within you, a fervent desire for him to embrace your yearning, to be swept away in the symphony of passion that beckons from the hidden recesses of desire.

a small smirk runs over your lips, “no. no i can get myself off just fine without you-”

those words don't delight his ears. already he can feel himself strain against the imprisoning boxers, “the fuck did you just say to me?” a small pause sufficed, “stay right there, fucking whore.”

without another word he leaves your limbs and core. abandoning you in all your thoughts. a solitary world as you slink your hand down to your clit. a finger sliding past your folds, getting a feel for the affects six casted upon you. a small click of a tongue is heard suddenly, glancing over you can see six holding a tray of, ice cubes?

sitting up only slightly, your head tilts, wondering, “what're all those for? we don't have any drinks-”

swiftly he's beside you. again. a hand moves to cup your cheek, the grip brought down by his finger tips mocking with every brush as soon the grip grows coarse, “you're so stupid baby. is anything even going on in that head of yours?” his question is accentuated by the way he takes his large hands, two knuckles and taps them against your temple, “fuckin' empty. lay back down.”

you aren't one to usually disobey, your head coddled by the pillow that lays below. hands leave your cheeks to command your legs in a forward position, and soon his fingers find coolness from the slippery ice.

"i don't want to hear none of your annoying whines, you're gonna keep that pretty mouth fucking shut, understand?" a stern gaze haunts your irises.

you only give him a nod. you know this game.

but what you didn't know is the way he'd pop an ice cube into his mouth. within seconds your legs were greeted with the trail of chilling wetness as he held the ice cube with his teeth, grazing it over your quivering skin. it was difficult to not blurt out a small whine your moan, you swore you could almost draw blood with how harsh you bit down on your bottom lip. teeth submerged.

your hips can only buck upward when the ice finally reaches your folds. soaking up your arousal and engulfing it in freezes. the touch leaves only the chilling sensation behind. once it begins to melt you feel it slide down your folds, back arching as a reactant to the very new sensations.

the ice cube fades fast with his breath, and soon his snow flake kissed tongue in inside of you. wiggling against your walls and beckoning to force a moan out of you. make you fall into his trap.

you felt stimulated in ways you never imagined before. and you couldn't hold it in anymore, a small moan slipped out from your lips.

like a large force of man he propped himself away from your sobbing slit, tongue blessed in your heat, "the fuck did i tell you earlier? you're such a dumb slut. fucking horny dumb slut."

the boxers end up bunched around his ankles before he discards them to the floor, adjacent to your swamp of clothing lurking on the wood. engorged and red, his tip is leaking with pre cum, veins strained as he can only imagine abusing your cunt.

boy, does he waste no time. you aren't given any warnings, your mouth wobbling out little apologies but his ears block them. for that brief moment he's focused on the tightness gripping his cock and grasping him.

"you're a filthy little slut huh? just a pretty face with a tight hole?" while his thrusts quickly grow savage his large hands reach over to the tray, picking up another cube. your nipples are already hard, goosebumps lining your areolas in anticipation before they were even met with the sparkling cold. your back arches instantly, again, not accustomed to the temperature drop. his cock pounding into your weeping slit only leaves your body sweltering.

you aren't able to hold back the squirms, "w-what the fuck, oh my god.. oh my god.."

for the moment he isn't able to respond to you, the overall sensations of you hugging him with your walls is heaven for him. a serendipitous escape from the life he's known. the one he leads. and yet you, in all your glory, let him take his pent up frustrations out on your pure body.

the tip of the ice cube began to drip down your body. lines of water waltzing down your sides, soaking up under your back in their path. your nipples fight the freeze before surrendering, and soon just as you moan, an ice cube falls into your mouth, "don't wanna hear you fucking whine baby." all that's able to escape your lips is a muffled bacchanal of whimpers, "aw princess, cat got your tongue?"

his biceps squeeze as he claws on the sheets below, strands of hair kissing sweat which falls beside you. the scars on his shoulders burst as he only grows desperate and animalistic. thighs and hamstring flexed in all their superiority with how needy his ramming becomes. more so, just to feel you cum harder on his cock, he- for the last time- plucks an ice cube. the cube is pressed hard against your whining clit, and although you try to argue, your mouth is hushed by its own cool cell.

"fucking fuck.. feel so good for me, tight fucking pussy huh? oh yeah, cum on this cock. 's all your good for, fuckin cum on it."

you're not one to disobey orders. tilting your head back, you find your release as you cum hard and heavy on his cock, your clit surrounded by a moat of chilling water. melted by the heat he's radiating onto your body. it doesn't even take a second before he's filling you up, his fat cock drenching you in a large load of his cum. he's proud of it too, claiming you as his. something he does over and over. indulging in pure sin with you. marking you- there's nothing better.

the ice cube in your mouth withers down, your lips coated in thawed ice, "f-fuck.. you-"

again, he's cupping your cheek. a shaking thumb gliding over your bottom lip slowly in order to plump it out. pressing hard, pulling almost as he pants, "you're such a good whore for me, you know that? say it. fucking say it."

"i'm your good whore, sir."

pleasure for him doesn't solely exist in the neediness that lines you, but in the dirty words that he's able to reel from your throat. only, he isn't satisfied.

"fucking prove it then, get those moving lips on this fucking cock."

[twinkerbellesworld]

Drooling pics?

do you guys like ice? man i love ice ;)

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Heatwave Fun

Wanda X Reader - 18+

During a heatwave, the two of you try to find a way to cool down.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ Smut, Ice Play, Oral Sex, Strap Ons, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Dom Reader/Sub Wanda, Spanking, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Rough Sex, Multiple orgasms, Sex toys, Praise

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Keys rattled in the door as Wanda walked into your apartment, her hands running through her red hair before tossing the keys onto your table. She had just come back from dropping the twins off at Visions, them wanting to spend the heatwave at their father's because he had a pool and was ready to relax with you in your home.

"Y/n?" she called out, walking into the further into the apartment and feeling how ridiculously warm it was in here. She looked over at your aircon before seeing how it was broken, a small post it note handwritten by you saying 'Don't turn me on' next to it. She smiled at the note but frowned at the idea of the aircon being broke during the heatwave that was happening.

"I'm in the bedroom," she hears you shout back, your voice not sounding like normal making her worry. She placed her bag down on the sofa before making her way to your room, freezing at the door when she sees you lying on the bed.

You were naked on top of the covers, hands resting behind your head, eyes closed as two fans on either side of the bed tried to cool you down. Her eyes devoured your exposed body, heat pooling between her legs as she saw your toned muscles glisten with a thin layer of sweat. You opened your eyes when you heard her breath hitched and sent a sultry smirk her way, the blush on her cheeks deepening as you stared at her.

"Come here," you rasped out, opening your arms for Wanda to crawl into. She hovered over your body, her eyes roaming around your skin before meeting your eyes, her lip trapped between teeth as you looked up at her. You moved to crash your lips to hers, a soft sigh escaping her at the feeling of your body pressed against hers.

Without wasting anytime, you pulled her summer dress over her head and unclasped her bra, mouth moving to litter her neck with marks and kisses. She pulled back from you to pull her panties down her legs, the sight of her slick with arousal making your mouth water.

"You're so fucking hot," you muttered between kisses, flipping the two of you over so you could hover over her. Her hands ran across your back, the skin hot under her touch as her nails scratched down to leave red marks in their tracks while her mouth continued to move against yours. "I have an idea," you mumbled against her, pulling back to see her darkened eyes, swollen lips and flushed face. "Remember how we talked about ice play?" you pulled back to look at her reactions, not wanting to force her into anything.

"Yes," she immediately says, not letting you finish your train of thought as she knew where it was going. You smirk down at her and peck her on the lips before rushing off the kitchen to get a bowl of ice. Her eyes admire your naked body as you walk out the door, gaze firmly locked on your ass as you move. You return with a bowl of ice and place it next to the bed before straddling her waist.

"Remember if you want to stop at any time, you can safe word, I don't want to make you uncomfortable," you remind her to which she softly smiles at.

You grab the smallest piece of ice in the bowl and softly place it against her stomach, a loud gasp leaving her lips at the contrast in temperature. You teasingly move it across her abdomen, watching as it melts against her warm skin and leaving a trail of water. Her body squirms under the feeling, the coldness of the ice creating a strange but pleasurable sensation inside her. Once the ice cube melts, you lick up the water that's melted on her skin making her moan quietly at the touch and warmth of your tongue. Your hands glide over her sides, making her body wriggle in anticipation as she looks down at you with lust filled eyes.

You move to grab another ice cube, this one larger than the other as she knows what it feels like now and place it on her collar bone. Her breath hitches and body tenses at the action, legs moving under you as she desperately tries to relieve the building pressure between her thighs.

"I want to have you begging for me," you husk out, moving the cube along her collar bone before dipping down to the valley of her breasts. Her chest rises and falls as you glide the ice over the breasts, playfully running it over her nipples making her groan and clutch at the bedsheets.

"Squirming at my touch," you continue to taunt her with your words as you move the ice up to her throat. Water drips off her neck as she closes her eyes and relishes in the feeling of your hand on her throat along with the cold object. You grab another cube after you lick up the column of her throat, biting down at the juncture of her neck making her hands turn white with her grip on the bed sheet. This time you ghost the cube over her jaw, not quite letting her experience the pleasurable feeling and smirking down when you hear her whine.

"Please," she whimpers, her body hot and needy for the cold sensation. You continue to hover the cube over her skin, moving it above her lips.

"Open," you demand, and she listens immediately. She sticks her tongue out for you to place the small cube on and you groan at the sight of her. Both of you stare at each other as the ice melts on her tongue before you lean down to kiss her. Wanda moans into the kiss when she feels your hands reaching down her body, fingers running through her folds to gather her wetness. You pull back and place the finger into your mouth, groaning at the taste of her.

"You taste so good," you mutter before kissing her one more time. She tries to chase your lips when you pull back but, with a steady hand, you push her back down onto the bed. You grab another cube from the bowl and shuffle down her body so you're in between her thighs.

"Shit," she sighs when the ice is placed on her thigh, gliding around the soft skin in random patterns, trailing lower to her inner thigh before retreating upwards only to teeter back down. You place a strong hand on her legs to keep her still, body fidgeting and desperate for you to touch.

"You're doing so good for me, my love," you whisper, the praise increasing the blush painted on her cheeks. You grab another cube and leave the other to melt on her left thigh, starting your torture on her other leg. This time you go closer to her core with the ice, a sharp intake of breath when she feels the water dripping down her inner thighs, mixing with her arousal.

"Please," she whines, body craving your touch, "Please touch me." You ignore her whines and continue to play with the ice on her body. Your hands run under her thighs, lifting them up so they rest over your shoulders and mischievously blow on her exposed core, her hips bucking at the feeling. "Y/n," she whimpers while looking at you, her green eyes begging you to stop the teasing. Still not giving in, you move the ice cubes to run over the back of her thighs, making them tighten around your head.

"What do you want from me?" you mutter, kissing where the ice was on her inner thighs.

"Please touch me," she sighs as she can feel your breath on her pussy.

"Where?" you taunt trailing your fingers over her stomach.

"Y/n," she whines again, shy of saying what she wants.

"I can't touch you where you want until you tell me," Your eyes stare into hers making her look away at your intense gaze. "Look at me Wanda," your voice low making her pussy throb. She whispers something but it's too quiet for you to hear. "Speak up love."

"My pussy, please," she groans, and you finally lick a stripe up her core. You think you've teased her enough, her body practically screaming for you to make her come, so you quickly work on bringing her the release she wants. You take her clit into your mouth, sucking and licking at it whilst you thrust a finger into her, her pussy clenching around the digit while you curl it inside her. Her hands grasp at your hair, making sure you don't pull back and edge her, as her back arches off the bed slightly. "Fuck," she moans as you add another finger, pumping them in and out at a vigorous pace.

Teasing her ended up making you even more desperate to make her come so you mercilessly ate her out. "I'm so close, please don't stop," she chants, thighs pressing tighter against your head as she grinds against your face. You moan into her when she tightens her hold in your hair, the feeling bordering painful and pleasurable, causing her to come undone. Her body trembles as she comes, a guttural moan ripped from her throat as she collapses back onto the bed, panting for breath.

"Good girl," you praise when she lets go of your head, your body moving up to press your lips against hers. You pull away too quickly for Wanda's liking but the pout that forms on her face swiftly vanishes when she sees you taking the strap on out of the drawer. "Do you want my cock?" you innocently as while pulling on the harness and climbing on the bed.

" please, I need it so bad," her voice laced with desire as she stares at you. You rub the tip of the toy along her folds, spreading her wetness onto it, and around her clit to make her hips buck. You chuckle at her neediness before slowly starting to push it into her. Gradually, you thrust the whole toy into her, letting her adjust to the size of it before starting to bottom out and push back in. Moans spill out of her lips as you start to increase your pace of long, deep thrusts.

Your mouth moves to her neck, leaving another mark before travelling towards her breasts. You take a nipple into your mouth, your hips still pumping the toy into her, and lick around the sensitive flesh. Her hands grip at your back as you switch nipples, drawing the most sinful sounds out of her. Her hips move in sync with yours, trying to get as much friction as possible while you pull back from her chest and focus on moving your hips.

"You're taking me so well," you groan, the base of the strap on rubbing against your clit with each thrust. "Such a good girl." You continue to snap your hips into her, your pace becoming brutal as she writhes under you, so close to coming for a second time.

"I'm so close," she whispers against your lips before throwing her head in pleasure back when you reach another spot inside her. She whines when she feels you pull out, eyes snapping to you as you deny her.

"Turn over," you grit out, already moving her hips so she's lying on her stomach. She sticks her ass up in the air for you and you position yourself behind her. With one, deep thrust, you return the plastic cock back inside her, causing a loud moan to escape her. Your hands grip at her hips as you pound into her from behind, her back arching and hands clutching the sheets as she screams into the pillow in front of her. The sound of the bed hitting the wall along with her sinful sounds fill the room as you relentlessly thrust into her.

A hand comes down onto her backside, a red handprint forming at the power of your spank, causing her cry out in pleasure. She chants your name while moving her hips back onto the toy, fucking herself on it as you still hammer your hips into her.

"I'm so close," she moans as you bring your hand down on her cheeks again. You move a hand to circle her clit making her body tense as she comes. Her whole-body shakes as she falls forwards, you pressing your body flush against her back and thrusting gently into her now as she screams into the pillow again. You let her ride out her high before attempting to pull out but stop when a hand reaches back for you. "Stay in me, please," she tiredly whispers. You smile down at her before leaning forwards to kiss the base of her neck and back.

"I'm so proud of you," you murmur into her hair, placing a soft, tender kiss there. "You did so well for me," you continue to praise her as she tries to recover from her mind-shattering orgasm. Soon she asks you to pull out and you carefully do so and quickly discard the toy, making a mental reminder to clean it later.

You pull her close to your body despite how warm it was and hold her while she buries her face into your neck.

"I love you," she mutters against your neck. "But you're all hot and sweaty," she teases, pulling back and laying on her side next to you.

You roll your eyes at her, looking over to see how her eyes struggle to stay open. "I love you too," you whisper, a smile taking over her face before she drifts off to sleep.

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For context, I wrote this during the ridiculous heatwave in England last year, that's what inspired this fic :)

I hope you enjoyed :)

Please leave any thoughts/comments/votes <3 I love reading them all!

Ao3- LoveIsAnImaginaryDagger 

[immonanotlisa]

mommy raises my hips up, lifting my legs over her shoulders to get a perfect angle and glimpse of my pussy. "ready for round 2, baby?" the only sounds coming out of mouth are pathetic whimpers while she continues conducting her experiment. she holds an ice-cube (wrapped in a paper towel for safety reasons!) to my aching clit, seeing how my body reacts to the cold. whereas mommy hold my hips down, my ankles squirm in desperation. she traces the ice-cube up and down my folds in slow strokes, desperate to see how much longer i can handle it. "you handled that so well, baby. don't worry, mommy's gonna warm you up now."

[dearlovergirll]

How bout a close up, of an ice cube on your nipple?

[chillyfemme]

thinking about ice.

my hands are bound above my head, thighs locked around hers as i lay. it starts slow, like kissing; she gently traces an ice cube over the side of my neck. watches me shiver, my shoulders raising as i gasp. slowly, up and over, then down the other side. a water drop runs behind my neck. my eyes close. she slides it down the center of my neck, my collarbone, my sternum. she kisses me there. she kisses me everywhere that she trails it.

down my chest. ice cold, and my back arches into it. slow and light, the chill sending shivers through me as my legs close tighter around her. over one breast, circling a nipple. the other, until I can't stop gasping. and then her mouth replaces it, licking and sucking until im warmed again.

my ribcage is so sensitive. she learns this through my breathing when she slips the ice down my sides, panting as my body can't decide whether to arch into it or away; goosebumps battling the heat in my core. across my stomach like a zipper, travelling back and forth as my hands strain in their rope.

her body on mine once the ice melts down to nothing-- my skin dry now, but still chilled. her soft mouth, her warm skin, her explorative hands. warming me back up as the shivers dissipate. pink skin turning pinker, turning warm, turning hot.

i swallow an ice cube, and she kisses me there, too; her tongue laving heat against mine. she'll warm me up. she always does.

[doll-for-you-11]

Filling my holes with Ice, pinching my nipples with it, running it all over my body as I shiver and make everything numb.

Torturing myself by freezing is one of the best feelings.

I need someone to tie me down and use ice to make me writhe and scream and beg.

[ryatsdollface]

masturbated with ice today for the first time and it was so amazing, i felt so good. i was so wet 😩between the cold sensation of the ice and the warmth of my pussy and juices, it was so fucking hot. i made such a big mess of the bed all the way through the sheets to the mattress 🙈🙈 i kept pushing ice into my tight hole and the water would run down my thighs 💦