#it’s just so easy when I wake up to continually squeeze and rub my thighs together 🥴

[minibunz]

I think it’s absolutely unfair how sensitive I am since I started t like I squeeze my thighs together once and it’s 🥴🥴

[inkykodo]

Love Game

Pairing: Dom!Miguel Ohara x Sub!male Reader

Warning: This fanfic contains smut and is intended for AMAB readers. mentions of Rough sex, Teasing, bareback and use of sex toys will be in this fanfic. Be advised

(A/n: i thought of the title because i was listening to lady gaga's song "Love game" after writing this fic LMAO)

After losing a bet with Mr O'Hara, you now owe him a favor. (y/n) doesn't know when he'll use that favor or what he'll make you do. you just know deep inside its something dangerous. "(Y/n) about that bet..." Miguel catches him off guard as you try to think of what to do when the time eventually comes. As you snap out of it he realizes that the time is now, before he can process the situation Miguel grabs you by the arm and pulls you in a utility closet. "Get ready for a challenge cariño... this won't be easy but oh well... who said it was in the first place?" Miguel plasters a smug smile on his face as he pulls out a vibrator. "Wait- Miguel I-" Miguel places a finger on your lips; his long and rough fingers stopping your protest as he unbuckles your belt. "I won fair and square..." Miguel lets out a rumbling growl as he squeezes your thigh. Your mind flashes back to the night before; A busy pub where people spend their night to drink and relax, Miguel sits down beside you and orders a drink. You pay him no mind as you continue to drink away your sorrows.

"Rough day huh?" Miguel nods and grabs a drink before taking a swig of his whiskey. My eyes turn to the huge and buff man, my eyes carefully analyzing his bulk body; I take a another gulp of my drink and answer his question with a groggy voice. "Mhm! right on..." My body slumps over as i raise my glass beckoning the barkeep for another drink. "woah... slow down there buddy" Miguel chuckles taking his drink into his mouth. I side eye him raising a brow "Hey- you know what, I challenge you to a drinking contest big guy!" as I challenge Miguel to a drink he scoffs and turns towards me, his fingers gently placed on my chin, "I dont think youd handle it little boy" My cheeks deepens in color as your talons flex under my skin. "We'll see about that!" you pull away breaking Miguel's gentle touch, (y/n) takes Miguel's whiskey and chugs it down. (Y/n) slams it down on the table; He lets out an audible exhale as the strong liquid travels down to his stomach, burning his tongue and warming his insides. He looks up at Miguel, his eyes widen in surprise he didn't expect such a guy to take in a strong whiskey that easily. After a while you were both spent but neither would give up; on the verge of liver failure and organ shutdown you finally yield and throw up inside one if the toilets stalls. When you finally wake up, your head is banging inside your skull; you realize you took it to far and went black out drunk.

Snap back to the present and now you're now face to face with the intimidating man you challenged. you realize what you've gotten yourself into; and you're clearly starting to regret your decisions. "So, what say you (y/n)?" Miguel's lips curl into a malicious smile as he places the vibrator in front of you. with no choice you are forced to face the challenge presented by Miguel himself. (Y/n) owly nods his head; as Miguel See's your timid response he wastes no time as he flips you around grabbing a packet of lube and ripping it open; Miguel slathers the lube on his calloused hand and he rubs lubricant on the vibrator he slowly inserts it inside (y/n)'s ass. you shiver as the cold liquid touched your soft anal walls. As Miguel finished inserting it in, you feel it directly pressing against your prostate; the sheer amount of pleasure driving you mad. Miguel's hands begin to roam and explore your body. his rough and calloused hands move up your shirt as he feels around your bare chest glistening with sweat from how Miguel is pressing up against (y/n). "You're my dirty little secret, Mi amor" his hot breath hitting the back of your neck as he presses the vibrator deeper into (y/n)'s ass; crushing your prostate. Miguel enjoys your reaction as he watches you squirm and writhe in pleasure below him. "Only i know how good it feels when you're beneath me, begging for more" as (y/n) begins to grind his hips against the vibrator, pressing against Miguel's crotch trying desperately to bury it deeper down his guts; Miguel suddenly pulls your pants up and smacks your ass. the sudden slap making you yelp in surprise. "Behave... you dont want me to lose control trust me." Miguel says in a stern and cold manner as he tries to keep his reserved and stoic appearance.

Miguel smacks his (y/n)'s once more, the vibrator jumping inside as you jolt from Miguel's harsh slap on your rear. Miguel leaves and you follow soon after. you walk down the hall and greet the other spidermen and spiderwomen normally as if nothing is out of the ordinary. but little do they know you secretly have a vibrator shoved up your ass directly pressing against your most sensitive areas. you hastily make your way to the lab and sit down; (y/n) gasps as it presses down on my prostate squeezing it, you slump over your desk. (y/n)'s huge boner looking at you begging for release. your co worker looks at you with concern, "you okay man?" you snap your head back up as you look at him with a smile and (y/n) nods instantaneously "yup i just didn't get enough sleep haha" you chuckle awkwardly. "i better get up better and go get coffee!" your coworker awkwardly laughs back as he looks at you hearing a faint buzzing sound. he looks up wondering if the lights above were broken... you makes your way to the vending machine; (y/n)'s breathing becomes heavy as he tucks his huge erection to his waist band; after he has slightly calmed down he chooses a coffee. unbeknownst of Miguel's arrival, He sees (y/n) getting coffee. Miguel seemed curious and enticed as he knows you have a vibrator inside your ass. with the remote in Miguel's hand. he takes it out and press vibrate. Miguel leans next to a wall as he looks at you, Miguel sees you frantically looking around spotting if anyone saw you flinch in an unnatural way. the buzzing of the vibrator combined with the pleasure of it pressing against your tight anal walls distracts you from finding Miguel. you grab the coffee and start to drink it. as you slowly placed the cup on your lips, it goes even faster; your legs begin to shake as the vibrations move like the waves of an earthquake inside you. (y/n) jolts forward and crosses his legs. you grab a nearby chair and boom. bad choice because as you sits down its not only pressing against your prostate its digging even deeper into you.

Miguel watches (y/n) from afar, enjoying the way he's squirming and fidgeting as the vibrator works its magic on him. He can see the way (y/n)'s breathing is getting heavier and more labored, and he knows that you're getting close to the edge.

He presses the vibrate button even harder, the buzzing sound growing louder and more intense. you jolts forward in your chair, crossing your legs as the pleasure courses through your body. Miguel can't resist any longer. Miguel calls (y/n)'s phone; it suddenly buzzes in your pocket. you gasp softly as you thought the vibration is about to get much worse. you answer the call from Miguel and put the phone close to your ear.

"You like that, mi amor?" he whispers, the rumbling of his deep husky voice sending shivers down (y/n)'s spine. "You like having that vibrator deep inside you, making you feel so good?"

You turn around and see Miguel looking at you with lust and desire in his eyes. You shift in your seat as you try to contain your desire for him. "What's wrong cariño? something caught your tail?" Miguel stares straight at you as people walk by between the lobby area; the air wrapping your tense body as it begins to shake. the vibrations becoming too much to bear, your chest rises and falls while he maintains eye contact with Miguel; he looks at you smirking and enjoying the way you shake before him. In a blink of an eye he's gone and something catches your attention, something grabs your hand and pulls you to a dark corner of the building. Realizing it was Miguel who caught you, your eyes widen in relief as you thought he was gonna take it out. "Miguel.... i cant take this... s'too much.." you cling to Miguel's shoulder as your words become slurred and diminished. pleading for release, you beg before Miguel to take it out and instead put his cock in; Miguel ignores (y/n)'s cries of pleasure; paying no heed to your sobbing, Miguel just quiets you down by kissing you. your movements get sloppier and shakier as your legs are on the verge of giving up. "fuck... Miguel..." (y/n) calls out his name in desperation.

"I know it feels intense, mi amor, but just hold on a little longer," he whispers, his lips hovering over (y/n)'s plump kissers. "I promise you won't regret it."

Miguel doesn't stop, he keeps pressing the vibrator harder and harder, watching you as you squirm and moan louder with euphoria. He knows that you're on the verge of exploding, and he's not about to let you off the hook yet.

Finally, Miguel relents and takes out the vibrator. You let out a sigh of relief as you feel the pressure ease, but before you can catch your breath, he replaces it with his thick, pulsing cock....

Miguel slowly pushes inside you, the sensations building as he feels his girth stretching you open.you yell in ecstacy as Miguel's tip makes its way into the insides of your soft anal walls. you can feel your guts slowly molding itself to the shape of Miguel's cock; as you presses himself against the wall, Miguel leans in and bites your neck while humping you like a wild animal. "After this, you'll come to me begging for more. your insides will remember the shape of my cock." Miguel's hot breath against the bare of your skin sends shivers down your spine. Miguel grunts and plunges himself deeper into your ass abusing your poor prostate. With each deep, powerful thrust, you feels your pleasure building higher and higher, "I want to see you cum, mi amor. I want to watch you lose control and explode all over me," Miguel says, his voice thick with lust and desire. (y/n) can't hold back any longer. he lets out a primal scream as he cums hard, your body shaking with the force of your own orgasm.

Miguel doesn't stop, he keeps pounding into you even harder, driving you to new heights of ecstasy. Finally, he can't hold back any longer. He pulls suddenly pulls out and shoots his hot, sticky cum all over your back, marking you as his own. "You're mine now, mi amor. Mine to play with and pleasure however I want," he says, his voice low and seductive. you breathe heavily unable to register Miguel's words from what you just experienced. you felt like you were taken to heaven and back. Miguel chuckles and cleans you up before he takes your hand and brings you to the clinic to get some rest.

[skywlker-sluvtt]

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏 + 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂

a/n: first day! hope you sluts enjoy <3

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anakin x fem!reader warnings: somno, all consensual, dirty talk, unprotected pnv, perv ani word count: 786

He was quiet when he walked in. He makes sure of it. Taking off his boots at the door and hanging his robe he made his way into your bedroom. Anakin stood in the doorway admiring your figure. Coruscant was in a heatwave right now causing you to sleep in next to nothing. Blanket pushed down to your knees a tight pair of cotton panties covered you. The fabric clung to your ass accentuating the swell of it. His eyes moved upward to your breasts covered by nothing, the cool air of your fan keeping your nipples taut.

Anakin walked in quietly brushing the hair from your face to admire you. He wasn’t supposed to be home for a few more rotations, he wanted to surprise you as best he could. “So beautiful” He whispered touching your cheek as he used the force to keep you sedated. To him, you were always the most beautiful when you slept, blissfully unaware and easy to manipulate. The heat crept up on him and he piled his clothes on the ground. Running a hand down your side to your hip he admired your form. Skin smooth like the most expensive silk, your quiet breaths were music to his ears. “Always so perfect” He whispered kissing your shoulder.

His hands were quick to find your tits. Squeezing them firmly he let out a small groan continuing to grope you. Anakin slowly repositioned your body moving your thighs apart to be in between them. Leaning down he sucked a nipple into his mouth licking over the bud. He felt your body shiver and he moved to the next one, leaving hickey’s across your boobs. Gently biting into one you jolted and he licked away the pain. The thought of how bruised your tits would be in the morning made his cock throb even harder. Precum dribbled onto your stomach as he leaned over you, his arousal growing by the second.

“I missed you, I need you okay?” Anakin said, delicately kissing your face as he began to stroke his cock. “Ah-ah” He whimpered out before taking your hand instead. Anakin moved your limp fingers into a fist around his cock fucking into it like a fleshlight. “I’m sorry, so sorry” He whined biting his lip to keep quiet. Small noises left your lips as he slowly stroked your clit through your panties. Your thighs clenched and he smiled as he watched the wet patch grow. “Dirty girl” He mumbled. Pausing his strokes he took the opportunity to slide your panties off, your pussy already wet and glistening in the moonlight. “Fuck” He mumbled wetting his lips.

It just wasn’t enough, he’d been gone for months, dreaming of your tight walls around his cock. Nothing in the galaxy felt as good as you did. Giving in to his desires he whispered quietly “I’m sure you’ll wake up soon angel” slipping behind you into spooning position. He nestled his cock between your thighs rubbing up against your swollen cunt till he slipped in. The feeling was almost enough to send him straight into an orgasm. “Fuck baby, you’re always so wet when you’re asleep” He whimpered. “Such a tight cunt, nothing feels as good as you”

His strokes were deep and slow, savouring the feeling of your pussy. You withered in your sleep, it wasn’t long until you woke up confused. “A-Ani?” You whispered at the familiar feeling. “Go back to sleep baby, I just need you right now” Anakin whispered pressing a tender kiss to your ear. You moaned softly and reached back to fist his hair. He chuckled before sitting up and flipping you on your stomach. It only took a second before he thrust back into your cunt with a loud moan. The position increases your tightness. He fucks into you relentlessly, pushing your head into the pillow. “Missed feeling my little whore” He whispered.

Your sounds of pleasure were muffled by the pillow. “Just take it baby” He groaned pressing his forehead to your shoulder. His heavy pants and whines were all you could hear. The way he rutted against you pushed your clit directly into the mattress creating a delicious friction. Even when your words were muffled he knew you were close. “Yeah you love being used don’t ya?” He chuckled also nearing his release. Your thighs trembled as you came on his cock screaming his name. Anakin let out a choked whimper as he spilled inside of you pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Good girl, so good” He whispered desperate to catch his breath. “Missed you” He added “Missed you too, pervert”

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[avonne-writes]

sending this again cause i didn’t get the little green bar that says it sent:

for example, how u mentioned in symmetry that buck doesn’t mention that there were 4 guys and he got away only out of pure luck. i feel like knowing about that would absolutely horrify and destroy bucky

Symmetry

Oh, absolutely. Imagine a moment still in the stalag when Gale wakes up gasping from a nightmare. Bucky would wake up too / he would be awake due to crippling insomnia, and he sees Gale rubbing his wrists and being a bit out of it. Gale jumps when he sits beside him and touches him, then covers his face with his hand as if ashamed. He's shaking.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Hm-m, and I'm Marlene Dietrich in disguise."

Gale chuckles, but it sounds like a hiccup. "Some of the guards looked at me funny today."

Bucky tries to think back but can’t really recall it. He decides not to say that though. "Yeah? In the yard?"

"I shouldn't have taken my shirt off." Gale keeps rubbing his eyes, a gesture of exhaustion. "What if they -" He bites the sentence off and swallows.

Around them, the hut is quiet, but Bucky wouldn’t be surprised if some of the other guys were listening in. They all wondered about what happened to Gale between his capture and the stalag that caused him to react weirdly sometimes - but Gale kept a tight lid on it. Even to Bucky, he only told a few details. But he's too shaken now to realize or to care that he has an audience.

"It’s so stupid." He whispers and drops his hands on his lap. "It was just a cut and a few bruises, I ought'a have moved on from it already."

Bucky rubs Gale's back in slow, wide strokes. "He wanted to force himself on you. It’s not something you can easily forget."

Gale breathes in and out deeply. "They."

Bucky frowns. "What?"

Hugging himself, Gale stares into nothing. "There were four of them." He takes another deep breath, trying to force himself to calm down. "One to each arm... feet and hands on my legs... one with a knife. I had bruises on my wrists and thighs for a while." More noisy breathing, in and out, in and out. "It was so easy."

Bucky’s heart cracks like a branch snapped in half. There’s a fury in him with no outlet, and it eats away at him, makes him think of the craziest things. Beating guards into a bloody pulp, making them suffer. He keeps the hand on Gale's back light and comforting but the other clenches into a tight enough fist that his nails dig into his own palm.

"I can’t help but think -" Gale pauses, but decides to continue after a moment. He gestures at the window. "What if those out there get bored? Luck's going to run out at one point."

Bucky feels so small, so inadequate in the face of that fear. He slides his arm around Gale's back fully and feels Gale lean against his side. "I will make sure you’re never alone until we're out of here."

Gale makes the same defeated chuckle again, and they fall into silence. A few seconds later, a bunk creaks, and a figure moves towards them in the shadows. Gale's spine goes stiff under Bucky's touch again, and his expression clears of emotion. He even puts on a small smile as Brady’s tired face comes into view in the dim light.

"You okay, Brady?" He asks quietly. Not even Bucky would have been able to tell from his voice that he was struggling only a few seconds before.

Brady leans against the bedframe on Gale's other side. He looks between the two of them, then nods a few times and squeezes Gale's elbow. At the touch, Gale's breath leaves him in a rush. He covers his eyes again. Bucky and Brady let the silence linger as long as he needs.

[naturesapphic]

“Be quiet”

Hanna Marin x fem!reader

Warnings: smut ;)

Hanna, Emily, and you were having a sleepover. Not just any ordinary sleep over, but one where Emily will be living with Hanna until Emily’s mom comes back from Texas. You don’t live with Hanna but you are always at her house 24/7 so it’s like you are living with her. Hanna doesn’t mind at all, she loves having you around and Hanna’s mom adores you.

It was past midnight when you felt Hanna stir next to you. You scooted closer to her and took her left arm to put it on your waist so she can touch you. Han pulled you closer to her, if that was even possible, and became the big spoon as she held you close.

You fell back asleep but something woke you up, someone’s hand caressing your thighs. You knew it was Hanna and it didn’t bother you so you went back to sleep, until Hanna gently pushed your legs open and rubbed over your underwear. Hanna loved when you wore night dresses 1. Because you look so stunning in them. 2. Because she has easy access to you all night. You squirmed around a little bit until Hanna stopped your movements with her other hand.

She gently started leaving slow, open mouthed kisses on the side of your neck as she continued to rub slow, long circles on your clit. You bit your lip and buckled your hips in the air at the sensation that your beautiful girlfriend was giving you. She gently took off your underwear and went back to your throbbing pussy. She glides her fingers in between your soaked folds and you had to bite your lip harder as you were about to moan out loud.

“Shhhh…we don’t want to wake up Emily now do we?” Your girlfriend whispered in your ear and you shivered at the sound of her voice. Hanna, suddenly entered two fingers into you and she knew you were about to scream so she immediately put her hand over your mouth and you moaned against it. As her left hand was pumping in and out of you, her right hand was massaging your breast.

Not long after, your legs started to shake and you were whimpering against Hanna’s hand. “P-please h-Han…n-need to cum…” you squeaked out and Hanna smirked. “Well since you asked so nicely. Cum.”!/)3 said sternly at the end, near your ear. You arched your back against her and came hard against your fingers.

She smiled and gently removed her fingers from your warm walls and popped them into her mouth. She moaned softly at the taste as she looked into your tired eyes. You squeezed your legs together as she was sucking your nectar off her fingers and she smirked at you again. “I need to taste you more…I need that fucking pussy in my mouth…” she moaned in your ear. You felt your pussy throb more and you whine quietly as she went under the covers, where your legs were.

You felt nothing until her warm tongue went between your throbbing slit and you got her pillow and bit down on it. Her head was under your night down and she was going to town on you. You always loved when Hanna ate you out, she felt so good and she knew how to make you cum fast by just doing that. She told you that she could eat you out forever and that always made you blush whenever she said that.

She licked your clit slowly then started sucking on it like it was a lollipop. Then without warning, she shoved her warm tongue into your tight hole and you moaned loudly which made you quickly put the pillow over your mouth. Hanna smirked against you and she felt pride within herself, knowing she made you feel this good.

Your second orgasm was coming and Hanna knew it. She knew your body like a map and she knew what to do to make you go crazy. She also knew how loud you were going to be so her right hand gently came up on your body and she put two of her fingers in your mouth to which you started sucking immediately.

She put your thighs on her shoulders and swirled her tongue deep inside you as her nose was rubbing against your clit, making you see stars. “Mmm…baby…i-I need to…” you said moaning and arching your back. “Hold it in just for a little bit longer babygirl..” she husked out and you whined loudly and Hanna slapped the side of your ass in response.

She increased the speed of her tongue and she started pinching your nipples. She suddenly hits your g-spot and your legs started shaking rapidly. “P-please h-Han…please!” You whimpered out to her, pleading to her desperately. She pinched your nipples three times to let you know it’s okay to let go and you gently bit on her fingers to try and silence your screams as you come all over her face.

She licked you clean and you tried to squirm away from you which made her giggle. She got out underneath your night gown and up to your face. You smiled when you saw her face covered with your cum and her hair a wild mess. She leaned down and gave you slow, sweet kisses which made you giggle.

She smiled against your lips and you continued to make out until the both of you were tired and then y’all went back to sleep, cuddling up to one another.

~ morning ~

You and Hanna were downstairs eating cereal when Emily walked in with a tried look on her face. “Hey em, are you okay? Did you sleep okay?” You asked her genuinely and she glared at the both you. “Next time y’all want to do something like that, please do it somewhere else or y/n please be quiet.” Emily said quietly to the both of yall.

You immediately blushed like crazy while Hanna had a cocky smirk plastered on her face. Emily walked away with breakfast to go and went out the door. Hanna rubbed your thigh and whispered in your ear “I’m just that good”. She said confidently which made you giggle and become more red with embarrassment.

Next time, I guess Hanna has to gag you to make you quiet.

A/n: my first smut fic in five years lakddofkksls I hope y’all enjoyed it. I’m opening request for fall and Halloween requests so if you have any ideas leave some in my inbox! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all!

[bellysoupset]

hiii , could you maybe write a fic on vince being the sickie and wendy as caretaker bc he doesn’t get torched enough and he’s so cute when he’s sick

Wendy knew something was wrong when Vince barely answered her as they drove back to her place, his head resting against the passenger window. It was uncharacteristic, so she poked his thigh, keeping her eyes on the road.

"What's on your mind?" She asked, stealing a quick glance. He seemed surprise by the poke, as if he had forgotten she was in the car.

"What?"

"What's on your mind? You seem far away."

Vince shrugged, yawning, "nothing much. I'm sleepy, we had three school tours today..."

She opened s smile, "Oh no, the horror. You're now the favorite person of three different middle schools."

His cheeks heated up, "I mean, yeah," he replied smugly, although it was lacking his usual luster, "but have you dealt with a hoard of curious seven year old with sticky fingers before? One class is already a pain in the ass, imagine three."

Wendy grimaced in sympathy. She wasn't good with children, had never been. It wasn't that she disliked them, more that the little gremlins could smell weakness and knew exactly how to leave her panicked.

Next to her, Vince yawned again, squeezing her hand that was still resting on his thigh.

He all but marched to bed, much to Wendy's confusion. Yes, she knew he was tired, but this was uncharacteristic even for him. Vince wasn't the type to get cranky when he was sleepy, just when he was hungry.

She got ready for bed, then crawled next to him, crossing her hands on top of his naked chest and planting her chin on it, so she was almost draped over him, "hey."

"Hey yourself," he yawned, opening a tired smile. She reached in, pushing a strand of dark hair away from his eyes.

"What's wrong? No bullshit."

"My stomach hurts, you might wanna move," he smiled, "I really don't wanna puke on another bra of yours."

Wendy let out a snort, leaning in to bump her nose on his, "luckily I'm not wearing a bra right now..." she teased, before giggling at his eyebrows shooting up. She pulled back, rolling on the bed so she wasn't resting her full weight on top of him, just a leg intertwined with his, "you didn't mention feeling sick."

"Not sick," Vince moved uncomfortably, "but I don't know, dinner isn't sitting quite right."

"Can I do anything to help?" she glanced at him worriedly, "I have tums and pepto-"

"Nah," he interrupted, shaking his head, "rub my belly?"

Wendy squinted at him, glancing at his stomach. It seemed perfectly normal, it wasn't bloated or anything. Just as pudgy as ever, but not rounding out...

"Are you fucking with me?"

Her boyfriend let out a chuckle, shaking his head, "no, no I'm not.. But you do make it too easy, doll."

"Shut up," her cheeks burned. Wendy expected more teasing, but instead Vince simply let out a sigh, giving up on the matter, a testimony of how icky he must've been feeling.

She shifted on the bed, trailing a hand up his stomach. Despite the fact it wasn't bloated, Wendy immediately cringed in sympathy when the soft pressure of her hand caused his belly to let out a sloshy whine.

"Ow," she cringed, "that can't be feeling good."

"It's not bad," he cleared up, closing his eyes and moving her hand down, near his belly button, "just kinda gross."

Wendy opted for not answering, instead resting her cheek on his chest and continuing to rub his stomach. Vince didn't say anything else or make any other noise, so she wasn't sure how much the belly rub was helping, if helping at all.

She got sucked in by the movement, eyes dropping closed and very soon Wendy felt herself starting to drift in and out, waking up mid belly rub in order to continue, as if he somehow wouldn't catch on the fact.

Above her hair there was a noise and she glanced up, only to smile. Vince had fallen asleep, lips half parted, chest going up and down as he breathed in deeply. She moved up on the bed, snuggling closer to him and closing her eyes.

When she woke up again, Vince wasn't in bed.

"Vin?" She got up, yawning and walking to the bathroom. Wendy was surprised when the door opened and the place was empty and dark. Now she was fully awake.

"Vince?" she stepped out of the bedroom, rubbing at her eye and then frowned as she saw Vince's head over the couch's back, "honey, what are you doing here?"

He looked exhausted, but awake, "Can't sleep," Vince grimaced, "I think one of the gremlins gave me the flu. Do I feel warm to you?"

Wendy raised her eyebrows, then planted a hand on his forehead, "a little bit, yeah. Not that much, though... Let me get the thermometer."

Vince nodded, he looked completely defeated. Wendy rushed back into the room and then came back, this time carrying the entire first aid kit and a blanket.

"Put this under your tongue," she handed him the thermometer, then spread the blanket over his lap and sat down too, "anything else? Cough? Sniffles? Stomachache?"

"Just feel gross," he mumbled, voice muffled by the device in his mouth. Wendy pouted at him, he wasn't making it easy for her.

"I know honey, but I need to know what is this so I can give you the correct medication..." she noticed the lines of pain near his eyes and the fact his dark hair was contrasting terribly against the pale skin, "you don't look so good, Vin."

"Uhm," he nodded, then leaned in and rested his head on her shoulder, sighing deeply. She rubbed his arm, turning her face to press her lips to his forehead. He didn't feel overly warm, no more than what she'd expect from being in bed.

"Yeah, no fever, Vin," Wendy frowned, as the thermometer beeped a minute later and confirmed her suspicion, "I need you to talk with me."

He rubbed a hand over his face, grimacing, "I don't fucking know, Wen. I feel... Shaky, nauseous, my head is throbbing. None of it is major, I just feel crappy."

She winced in sympathy, "come back to bed, babe. I'll make you some tea, hopefully you're just wound up too tight."

He seemed to pounder it for a minute, before nodding and getting up, collecting the blanket. Wendy frowned, wordlessly reaching to steady him on his feet.

She didn't follow him into the bedroom, instead going to the small kitchen area and starting the tea. By the time she made it back, half of her expected Vin to be asleep again. It was, after all, four AM.

"Hey," he smiled at her, tiredly and Wendy's heart squeezed with sympathy. She might be sleepy, but he clearly was dead on his feet but couldn't sleep.

"Here," she handed him the large mug of peppermint tea and crawled on the bed, grabbing the remote for the television. It was obvious neither of them were getting anymore sleep that night, "anything you want to watch?"

"Put on whatever you want, Wen," He shrugged, leaning back and cradling the mug in his hands. As soon as she turned up the episode, Vince took another sip of the tea and put away the mug, turning to cuddle her.

She opened a pleased smile, the man was a huge teddy bear, all warm and soft and if she wasn't sleepy before, she definitely was whenever he held her like that. He nuzzled his face on her shoulder, planting a little kiss on the exposed skin and sighing as he attempted to sleep.

They stayed like that for an entire episode, her fingers running through his hair while her eyes grew heavier and heavier and the sun just started to rise. Until Vince, whom she thought was asleep, let out a groan and pulled away.

"Fuck," he mumbled, voice thick with pain. He grabbed on the headboard, stumbling up and Wendy sat up too.

"Vin? What's wrong?" she noticed his hand planted on his stomach, which was still just as pudgy as before, none of the bloat she usually saw when he was sick. It was all very unusual.

Vince didn't answer her, but stumbled to the bathroom and locked the door behind him, which told her enough. She cringed and got up, leaving the bedroom to give him some privacy and to heat up a hot water bottle.

It was nearly half an hour later when he stumbled out of the bedroom, face covered in a thin layer of sweat, now wearing a large orange sweater that she hated more than anything and had purposefully stolen from his dorm so he'd stop wearing.

"Hey..." she met him halfway and Vince grimaced.

"I feel awful," he groaned, melting as she pulled him into a hug. Now he felt slightly warmer than before, but not by much. She pulled him to sit down by the kitchen island and Vince slumped forward, folding his arms and pressing his cheek on top of them, looking completely worn.

"Did you eat anything with milk in it?" Wendy frowned, rubbing his back up and down. She heard his belly let out a little whine, complaining. He shook his head.

"No..." then gulped down, "Please don't talk about food."

"I'm sorry," she kissed his temple, "I heated up a water bottle for you, Vin, it'll help with the cramps."

He nodded, but didn't move a muscle. Instead all he did was let out another deep sigh and press even further against the counter, as if it was bringing some comfort to grind the hard surface.

"Vin, what do you need?" Wendy asked, hating feeling this useless. She was a doctor, she fixed people! She wanted to help him, "wouldn't lie down hel-"

He interrupted her with a shrug, followed by another groan, "I... I'm so nauseous," he mumbled, letting out a little airy burp. When Vince looked up, she could see his paleness had gone straight into green territory.

"I'm gonna get you a bucket," Wendy squeezed his shoulder, crossing the kitchen to grab a bucket in the laundry. This one was fully decorated with little tulips.

She guided him back to the couch and Vince quickly draped himself over her lap, like those overgrown dogs who didn't realize they were not lap dogs. Wendy chuckled, putting her feet on the coffee table and starting to pet his hair, "we can skip class, but I can't skip work later."

"It's okay, I'll feel-" he gagged, but continued talking, "- better soon."

She froze up, reaching for the bucket, but it wasn't a productive gag and Vince was once more slumped down, breathing through the waves of nausea.

Wendy cupped his forehead, regretting she hadn't thought to get a wet washcloth, even if he didn't have a fever. Yet, she could feel it was edging on feverish heat, just waiting for her to be distracted so it'd go up. Vince's fevers, she was learning, were always high and scary.

They stayed like this for a long while, long enough the sun had been up already when Wendy felt Vince shift and muffled a wet belch against her thigh, wrapping an arm protectively against his stomach.

She touched his forehead again, noticing the heat had steadily grown into fever territory, "Vin-"

He reached out for the bucket, but didn't bother sitting up, instead tipping over the couch to burp inside the bin. In this position she could feel perfectly as his stomach gurgled uneasily, pressed against her thigh.

His whole back arched as a violent heave went through him, harsh and causing him to cough. Vince spat in the bin, panting and letting out a whimper, "I don't feel well..." and then a rush of vomit exploded out of his mouth.

He got most of it in the bucket, but not all, and the minute he managed to breathe and open his eyes, Vince was groaning, sitting up straight, "shit, Wen, I'm so sorry-"

"It's okay honey, don't worry about the rug," Wendy pushed the hair away from his forehead. He was sweating profusely, "now you definitely have a fever."

"Uhm..." Vince couldn't answer her, too busy curling around the bucket and coughing weakly, bringing up yet another stream of vomit.

Wendy couldn't help but wince, it all sounded so extremely painful... She rubbed his thigh, hoping to bring in some small comfort, "get it up baby, the sooner you get rid of whatever's making you so sick, the sooner you'll feel better..."

He pulled back, resting his forehead on the rim of the bucket and panting, swallowing back gags. Wendy waited for him to say anything, but Vince was deadly quiet, clearly battling another round of nausea.

"Honey," she combed her fingers through his hair, "are you done?"

A shake of his head answered her, the bucket slipping a little on his grip so she reached in to hold it steady, "okay, take your time."

Wendy expected Vince to throw up again soon, everything was harsh and violent when it came down to Vin being ill, but instead he just stayed quiet, breathing shallowly through the queasiness.

"I hate children," he mumbled after a long while, startling her. Wendy let out a snort.

"You love children," she rolled her eyes, "you turn into a big mushy marshmallow around them."

"Uhm," he groaned, leaning in to burp over the bucket, spitting the saliva collecting in his mouth, "fuck, my back hurts."

"Here..." Wendy grabbed the abandoned hot water bottle, that now wasn't as warm and pressed it against his lower back, figuring it was the biggest offender with how he had to hunch down over the bucket. Vince let out a small, relieved sigh, before rocketing forward once more as a surprise gag brought up a stream of watery vomit.

She cringed as it melted down in a coughing fit, not just choking, but actual coughing, coming from deep in his chest, "aww, Vin, this isn't just a stomach bug."

"Great..." Vince whined, voice echoing inside the bucket, all scratchy, "fucking great."

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Eight

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), swearing, presley being obsessed with col's cute butt, talking about fEeLiNgS, oral sex (m/f receiving)

Now that the smut is arrived, it's not going anywhere. Sorry not sorry.

Presley

“Presley. Hey. Pres?” 

The voice is wavy and dreamy, but it becomes clearer as I wake up. I open one eye and look at Colson, the source of the voice. “Hm?” I reply, rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”

“Six,” Colson says.

“Six?” I reply, lifting my head. “Why are you waking me up?”

He shrugs, smiling sheepishly. He’s lying on his side facing me, still naked. I shiver a little when I remember what he did to me before we fell asleep. It’s enough to bring a wave of desire right back into my stomach. 

“I missed you,” he says quietly. 

Well, that melts me. I can’t help but smile and shake my head. “I’m right here,” I say. 

“Not close enough,” he replies, pulling me close. I’m still naked, too, and I’m not scared or shy or ashamed. Being vulnerable with Colson feels easy. 

He strokes my hair gently and kisses my forehead. “So, you made me jealous earlier,” he says.

“When?” I ask, looking up at him.

“When you got into that clearly two-person jacuzzi without me,” he says.

“To be fair,” I say, “I was pissed at you then, and you hadn’t seen me naked yet.”

“Are you still pissed at me?”

“No.”

“Have I seen you naked?”

“You currently are.”

“Then can we get in the jacuzzi?”

I roll my eyes but I’m grinning. “Come on.” 

Colson is like a kid, hopping out of bed and loping into the bathroom. He returns with two fluffy towels and leads the way outside. I shiver when we step outside, even though it’s already pretty warm. My eyes land on Colson when he bends over to start the tub, and I hold back a snicker. He has no ass. But it’s cute. 

He glares at me over his shoulder. “Hey. What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I say, smiling innocently. “You just have a really cute butt.”

He snorts. “What butt? I don’t have one,” he says. 

“It’s still cute,” I say. He stands up and I walk over, wrapping my arms around his waist. He hugs me and looks down at me, and I let my hands drift to his ass, giving it a little squeeze. My brow arches. “Oh, wait, there might be a little somethin’ back there.”

Colson’s brows raise and he grins widely. “Oh yeah? You think?”

I nod. “Mhmm.” I continue to squeeze his ass and he presses his lips together.

“You tryna turn me on?” he asks tightly.

“Maybe,” I say coyly, blinking up at him.

He groans softly and bends to kiss me. “You’re going to be the death of me, Presley Carver.”

“And you’re going to be the death of me, Colson Baker.” 

He grins and lets go of me long enough to climb into the tub, opening his arms for me. I slide into the hot water with a sigh and rest my back against his chest, tipping my head back onto his shoulder. He gathers my hair and pulls it aside so it doesn’t get wet. Then, his arms slide around my waist and I relax. 

“Hey Pres?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going to talk to Cash?”

“Hell yeah.” Colson starts to drum his fingers nervously on my thigh. “Col, it’s okay,” I assure him.

“But what if he decides he doesn’t want to tour with me or be a part of all of this anymore?” he asks, and there’s real concern in his voice.

I consider this. As much as I want to yell at Cash, he’s the most stubborn person I know. He would totally pull a move like that and I don’t want anyone getting fucked over because Cash is too protective of me. 

“So what do I do?” I ask quietly.

Colson is silent. “Maybe…we tell him when the tour is over?” 

I blink. I hate the idea of keeping things from Cash, and I really despise the idea of hiding whatever this is that we’re doing. Now that Colson has touched me, all I want to do is keep touching him. I’m not sure if he’s a PDA guy, but I want to hold his hand and hug him and kiss him in public and jump into his arms when he comes off the stage sweaty from a show. I would have to pretend that I don’t have feelings for him until we’re behind closed doors. 

That would be difficult.

But Cash abandoning the tour would be worse.

“Okay,” I say finally. “I’ll wait until we’re done touring.”

“You sure you’re okay with that?” Colson asks. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m hiding you.”

“What are we doing, Colson?” I ask. “What is this?”

Colson rests his chin on my shoulder. “A relationship. Or it will be soon, hopefully.” His voice is quiet, almost timid. I’m not sure many people have seen Colson like this, lacking confidence. 

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” I ask.

“Yes,” he answers immediately. “I really like you, Pres.” I bite back a smile. “I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Are you ready for that?”

“It’s still a little scary,” I confess. “I don’t know what our future holds, you know? With your job and my life. But we don’t need to figure that out right now.”

“No, we don’t,” Colson agrees.

“I’m…I really like you, too, Col,” I assure him. “I want a relationship, too.”

“We’re just going to have to be careful until the tour ends,” he says. “We’ll take advantage of the time we have together here.”

“We can keep manipulating it in our favor,” I say. “I’ll keep rooming with Liv and you keep rooming with Cash and they’ll keep wanting to switch.”

“Good idea,” he says. 

“We’ll figure it out,” I tell him.

“Yeah,” he says, kissing my neck. “We will.”

I shiver and close my eyes, and my chest squeezes. “Col…”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’m scared of how attached I am to you already,” I admit, a little embarrassed. I know guys don’t want to be with virgins for this very reason. “Does that bother you?”

Colson considers this. “No. I like it,” he says. “I feel pretty possessive over you. Does that bother you?”

“No,” I say decidedly. “I like it.”

“Good. Then we’re fine,” he says. And then, his hands start to wander.

First, they drift down my waist and then smooth over my thighs. He traces a finger up the middle of my stomach and I close my eyes, letting out a breath. It’s crazy how easily he can turn me on. Subtly, I press my thighs together and squeeze.

As Colson’s lips find my neck and suck gently, delicate fingers trace my nipples and I whine softly, tensing up. “Is this okay?” Colson practically purrs in my ear and I shiver, nodding as his lips continue to find all of the sensitive spots on my neck. “Mm. Good.” 

Perfect teeth sink gently into my neck just as he pinches my nipples lightly between his fingers and thumbs. I suck in a breath as pleasure rushes through me, my toes curling slightly in the water. “Col,” I breathe, tilting my head to the side in silent encouragement for him to keep going. 

“Are they more sensitive now that they’re pierced?” he murmurs.

“Fuck yes,” I gasp. Jesus. I’m sensitive all over. I had no idea that it would be like this. Of course I’ve touched myself before, but that’s all about the end goal, not the journey. I know exactly what works for me to the point to where it’s almost automatic. I couldn’t have ever dreamed that being touched by someone else, someone I want, could feel this good.

“Let’s get out. I need to make you come again,” he says huskily, and I feel my body react to his words. I scramble to get out of the tub and Colson chuckles, low and cocky, and when I look at him, he’s smirking. 

Inside, we dry off as quickly as we can, and then Colson has me sitting on the edge of the bed. “Lay back,” he demands. I do as I’m told and then he grips my hips, yanking me to the very edge of the bed. My breath catches in my throat at his strength, and as he drops to his knees, my eyes widen. He notices my apprehension and pauses, hands on my thighs. “Is this okay, baby?”

“Wh-what are you planning on doing?” I ask, going up on my elbows to watch him.

The way Colson licks his lips makes it pretty clear what he’s planning on doing to me. He’s looking at me like I’m his favorite meal. “Been dying to taste you since I met you,” he confesses, eyes dark when they land on mine. “But if you’re not comfortable with that…”

I chew on my lip. This is so much more intimate than his hand. This is his mouth we’re talking about. What if he doesn’t like the taste? What if I lose my mind with pleasure and have no control over my body? 

“Baby,” Colson says, breaking me from my thoughts. “Please don’t be nervous. I love giving head. Trust me. I’m going to love it even more with you.”

“If you really want to,” I say. I can’t help but be intrigued. Women in porn act like this is the greatest sensation they’ve ever felt. I want to see if that’s all for show or if it’s real. I nod. “Okay. Yes.”

“You sure?” he asks, but he’s already lifting my legs so that my heels rest on the bed, spreading me open for him. 

“Yes,” I breathe, feeling vulnerable and a little scared, but I trust him fully. 

Colson smirks at me – god, he looks so cocky and it’s so fucking hot – and then his eyes drift from my face to place where I’m already soaked between my legs. It doesn’t take much for him to get me wet. That I’m learning quickly. He licks his lips again, and then he leans in, dragging his tongue in an exploratory swipe from my entrance up to my clit. My entire body seizes up at the sensation, especially when the hot, wet tip of his tongue brushes my most sensitive spot.

He does it again a few more times, and then he seals his lips around my clit. His tongue rolls over my sensitive spot and he sucks a little, and I throw my head back and arch off the bed. “Holy fuck,” I gasp, feeling like I’ve just touched a live wire. Within seconds, my entire body is tingling. Oh god. Porn didn’t lie about this one. This is, quite literally, the best thing I’ve ever felt. I already don’t want it to end and he’s just begun.

“More, Col, please,” I beg, pushing a hand into his hair. “Feels so good, baby.”

Colson moans against me and his dark eyes lock on mine as he releases my clit in favor of fluttering his tongue lightly against it. It’s such a teasing movement that my hips twitch, seeking more, and I whimper helplessly. I can’t take my eyes off of him.

“Presley,” Colson rasps, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on me. “Pres, god, you taste like fucking candy. Holy shit.”

I know he’s exaggerating. That’s not possible, of course, but it does wonders for my confidence, and I fully relax into the sensations. And Colson isn’t shy about it at all. His fingertips dig into the flesh of my ass and hips as he presses his face into me again, moaning in pleasure. “Oh god!” I gasp as my stomach tenses. 

Colson licks and sucks me for a few more minutes, and then he pulls back, rubbing my clit with three fingers as he watches me. His mouth is slightly open and I flash back to the night I walked in on him. It’s the same face I saw then but even hotter because I’m the one causing that look. My breath comes out in gasps as I watch him.

“Baby, can I try something else?” he asks. “Can I put my fingers inside you? Please?”

My stomach tightens with desire and I nod. “Y-yes, of course, anything,” I say quickly, and I mean it. I trust him so completely that he could do just about anything to me right now.

“Fuck,” he growls, and as his mouth reclaims its place on my clit, I feel one of his thick fingers start to slide into me. It’s a weird sensation at first; I never put anything inside me when I get myself off. I keep it all on the outside. But slowly, he starts to pump his finger, and every time he pumps in, I clench around him unintentionally. He’s found that spot everyone talks about without much effort at all. It makes sense; his fingers are long.

The next time he pumps his finger in, he crooks it slightly, and I let out a choked gasp when I feel him rub against my g-spot. Holy hell. The combination of his mouth assaulting my clit and his fingertip rubbing against my spot has me almost convulsing. But I desperately want him to keep going, so I plead. “Don’t stop, Col,” I cry. “That feels so good, oh my god–”

Colson moans in response and when he slides his middle finger back inside of me, his ring finger has joined, and although his fingers are thick, it doesn’t hurt. It just intensifies the pleasure and the pressure on my spot. I’m seriously near tears with pleasure at this point, and I want it to keep going forever, but I also want to come so, so badly. I could come from his mouth alone, but paired with his fingers? I’m going to explode. 

His fingers are relentless against my g-spot and his tongue knows exactly what it’s doing with my clit, and my entire body is rigid and shaking. I feel myself start to flutter around him, a distinct warning of my impending orgasm. “Col,” I cry out, “coming–”

That’s all I can say because I’m seeing stars. The first time I ever had an orgasm, I thought that nothing in the world could ever feel better. But this orgasm? This orgasm is ten times stronger, ten times better than any other one I’ve had. This one shocks me from head to curling toes, my body wracking with the pleasure of it. I barely recognize my own voice as I let out high-pitched whines and cries and curses as I writhe against his face. My hips jerk and buck wildly until finally, pleasure melts into overstimulation.

“Cols,” I say breathlessly, tugging his hair to pull him away, and he immediately does, sliding his fingers carefully out of me and lifting his head. He looks up at me and his lips are so red and shiny and his fingers are soaked and that was me, I did that, and I should maybe be embarrassed but I’m not. I’m losing my mind because I didn’t know sensations like that existed. “Jesus fuck. Oh my god,” I pant, collaposing onto my back.

Colson chuckles and stands, and that’s when I see it: his dick, long and thick and so hard, the tip red and dripping. My eyes widen. I always thought I’d be scared of penises, as stupid as that sounds, but looking at Colson now, my mouth is watering. “Col,” I say quietly, voice raspy from crying out. 

“Mm?” Colson watches me as he curls his long fingers around his dick, giving it a slow stroke. I watch, mesmerized, as he smears my orgasm from his fingers onto his dick. 

“Can I have a turn?” I ask. His brow furrows for just a second but when he realizes what he’s asking, I can visibly see his knees weaken.

“Fuck, are you sure?” he asks. “I’m good.” He shakes his head. “Don’t feel obligated.”

“I don’t,” I say, reaching for his hips. He steps closer to me and lets go of his dick so I can take it in my hand instead. It’s a strange feeling, hard yet soft and pliant at the same time. Experimentally, I graze my thumb over the red tip and Colson hisses, his hips jerking forward. I look up at him quickly.

“S’okay,” he rasps, wetting his lips. “The head is just sensitive.”

I nod and look down at him again, taking my time working my hand up and down his shaft. Then, I push him back slightly and sink to my knees. “Oh Jesus,” Colson mutters, long fingers weaving into my hair. 

“Col,” I say, looking up at him. He swallows hard and looks into my eyes. “Will you help me?”

“Shit, baby, of course,” he says, sliding his hand to the back of my head. “Just taste me first. Put your tongue on the tip.” 

I nod and do as I’m told, dragging the flat of my tongue over that wet, red tip, gathering his pre-cum into my mouth. It’s salty which is off-putting at first, but I don’t mind it. This is Colson. I’m going to love however he tastes and feels. 

Colson curses. “Yeah, that’s it,” he praises. “Now put your lips around the tip.” I follow that direction, too, wrapping my lips around him, and he moans. God, I want to keep making him moan. I’ve never heard anything so sexy in my life. 

Slowly, I start to bob my head, going no further than just a few inches. He has many of those, so I know I need to take it slow. I don’t have a particularly bad gag reflex, but I know I can’t fit nine inches of thick cock in my mouth. I’m surprised at how naturally it comes to me, but I wrap my hand around the inches I can’t fit. The more I bob my head, the wetter his dick gets, and I use that as lubricant so my hand glides easier. 

Colson is in absolute heaven above me. His knees keep buckling and his hand tightens in my hair every so often. I can feel him trembling, and his sounds are frequent and perfect. I fucking love giving head. I fucking love giving Colson head. I’ve never felt so damn powerful. 

With that burst of courage, I take him deeper so his tip grazes my throat, but I don’t choke. I like it, like the way my jaw feels a little strained. The moan that falls from Colson’s lips is tortured, and he spills a little more pre-cum into my mouth. “Shit, baby, shit,” he pants. “I’m not gonna last, I’m s-sorry…”

I moan around him, wordlessly telling him that he doesn’t have anything to be sorry for, and I suck just a little bit harder. He must be getting close, because he’s shaking harder and his fingers are twitching against my scalp. His dick throbs a little and suddenly, he tugs at my hair more sharply. “Pres, I’m gonna come,” he gasps. “Baby, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, y-you need to, ah shit–”

Hell no. I’m going all the way. I’ve committed to this and I want every perfect second of the experience. I want him to come in my mouth, want to swallow him down and taste every drop of him, and god, I feel filthy, but I fucking love it. So with my free hand, I reach around to grab his ass, keeping him tight against my mouth.

“Oh shit, I’m coming–” His voice breaks and he sucks in a breath as his fingers tighten in my hair. His hips jerk forward and his cum spills into my mouth, hot and salty but perfect, and I don’t struggle at all to swallow it down. I take everything he gives me and when he pulls himself from my mouth, I swirl my tongue over his tip to make sure I get every single drop. Colson is staring down at me like he can’t believe I’m real, and now it’s my turn to sport a cocky smirk. 

“Oh my god,” he pants. “Are you sure. You’re a virgin?” He can’t even get a full sentence out, he’s breathing so hard. I just giggle, nodding my head, and then I stand up, facing him.

“Can I kiss you or do you not want a kiss after that?” I ask.

Colson scoffs. “Oh, fuck that,” he says, holding my face in his hands as he leans down to kiss me. The kiss is hot at first, hard and messy, but then it slows down, growing more passionate, and I have no idea how our mouths can fit together so perfectly. It’s like we were made for each other. 

We fall onto the bed as we keep kissing, our legs intertwining, and we press as close as we possibly can to each other. And that’s when it hits me. I don’t just like this man.

I’m falling in love with him.

[authormahimistry]

Twisted Therapist

4 - I am Always Here If You Get Scared

Ivy

I had practically sprinted out of his office, almost making fun of myself, when I tripped on my shoes. Thankfully, I didn’t fall flat on my face. Knowing him, he would be busy with his work, so I reached home and tried to ignore the burning sensation between my legs and make us some dinner. 

For two weeks, we had fallen into a routine. He would wake up early to go to the gym and make us breakfast. By the time I got ready and had my breakfast, he would be back home, showered and ready in his crisp shirt and silk pants, making a small lunch for both of us. I would cook the dinner and we both would have it together, sometimes calling Hayden and Zara. It almost felt like how it was before. 

My stomach tightened with nerves when I heard the front door open. Even before he stepped into the kitchen, I knew it was Aiden, the intense air thickening with sexual tension when he greeted me. 

“You’re early,” I said. 

He tilted his head. “I didn’t have any more appointments. Do you need my help?” 

I shook my head. “You can go freshen up. We can have an early dinner.”

Aiden nodded, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. I swallowed, my eyes greedily taking in the tanned, muscled skin. “We should watch a movie together. It’s been a while since we had any movie nights.”

***

Movie night was a terrible idea.

“Are you sure you are not scared?” Aiden asked, his voice low when the creaking paranormal sound continued from the flat screen of the television. 

I had my eyes squeezed shut. “I’m not scared,” I lied pathetically, my voice nothing but a mere whimper. 

I heard him sigh somewhere beside me on the couch and felt the warm blanket around my shoulders. I made a small sound at the back of my throat when he pulled me flush to his side, his arm holding me close. 

“Now you can hide your face whenever you want, little Petal,” he crooned, his lips pecking my hair. 

“Stop babying me,” I said, my eyes fixed on his side profile, the sharp jaw, his stubble, long lashes creating shadows on his cheeks.

“Then stop being a baby.” He turned towards me, my heart rate increasing. “It’s just a horror film. No one is going to haunt you.”

I didn’t believe him.

Aiden shifted, and I held my breath. Not because of the horror film, but because of how warm his body felt against my side. It was perfect, the easy, comfortable way we fitted together. I clenched my thighs, ignoring his strong, hot body. 

“Do you want to watch something else?” He asked, his voice smooth, his hand gently running thorough my hair. I wanted to press myself against him and have his fingers run through my scalp. 

“You wanted to watch this movie,” I argued. 

“Because you chose this,” he said. “I asked you before to choose a rom-com, but you assured me you will watch this.”

Aiden was right. I picked the horror film because I wanted to show him that I was not little anymore and… I wanted to please him. I knew he enjoyed watching horror films with Hayden, how they would laugh at certain scenes and mockingly scare each other. I never stayed up to watch paranormal stuff with them. It always terrified me. 

I looked between him and the television. Squealing at the horrifying jump scare, I pressed my cheek against Aiden’s chest and squeezed my eyes shut. His arm tightened around me and I heard the film music stop. 

“Come on, Petal, you can open your eyes now,” he said softly. “It’s gone now.”

“Promise?” 

“Yes, I promise.”

Trusting him, I opened my eyes and noticed the television was turned off. The living room was dark, a dim yellow lamp lit in the room’s corner. I shifted towards Aiden and realized I had jumped on his lap during the scary scene. 

His eyes were pinned on my face, his hand rubbing my back soothingly, allowing me to stay on his lap. I bit my lip, knowing he could feel that I wasn’t wearing any bra underneath the worn-out tee shirt of my brother. 

Shit, my brother. I had forgotten that Aiden was my brother’s best friend first. He saw me as his little sister. 

“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to stand up from his thighs, but he stopped me. 

“Shh, Ivy,” he said, his warm breath brushing my cheeks. “Stay. I know you are scared. Your heart beat has increased.” 

It increased because I was on the lap of my childhood crush. 

I didn’t complain as the side of my body relaxed on his strong chest. I could hear his steady heartbeat, smell the musky scent of his cologne. I wish I could press my nose against his tee shirt and inhale his male scent. Closing my eyes, I made myself comfortable on his lap.

After a few moments, I don’t know when I woke up in my bed. The blanket covered me and the fairy lights were on. The door of my bedroom was kept ajar. Aiden must have—

The curtain of the window flew in the dark, and my heart pounded in my ears. Nope. Not sleeping alone tonight. I took my pillow and tiptoed out of my room. In my sleepy haze, I knocked on the door. He opened it after a few seconds, raising his brow at me. 

“I can’t sleep alone,” I said sheepishly, looking down at the floor. “I got scared.”

I was surprised to feel his hand on my arm tugging me inside. “I know, Petal.” He brought me to his bed and said, “I am always here if you get scared.”

The sheets of his bed were dark gray as I laid down on one side, nuzzling deeper in the pillows that smelled like him. I felt the slightest brush of his knuckles on my cheeks as he whispered goodnight and switched off the lights. I didn’t get scared the entire night, sleeping like a baby because I knew Aiden was sleeping a few inches away from me. Protecting me.

***

I woke up squirming. Wet arousal pooling in my underwear as I looked around the empty bedroom of Aiden. It was seven in the morning and I knew he would be at the gym. 

Lying back on his bed, the smell of pine and his cologne wafted in my nose. I played the images of the wet dream in my head, his large hands stroking my body, ordering me to finish my assignments on time and showing him how I used my mouth on his hard length as he praised and degraded me.

Biting my lip, I slipped my hand underneath my pajama shorts, feeling the damp arousal on my underwear before moving it to the side and pressing my finger against the aching clit. A small moan slipped out of me. His name was on my lips as I whimpered, pushing two fingers inside me and twisting my pebbled nipples with my other hand. 

“Aiden,” I whispered breathily. “Please…”

I groaned, the sound of my fingers dipping inside me turning me on. Wishing they were his fingers, thicker and longer. His other hand pinning down my thigh, forcing me to stay still while he bruised my pussy with his hands and mouth, overstimulating me and edging me. I imagined his commanding voice whispering in my ear to spread my legs wider and not to come until he said so.

“Please fuck me,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut and arching my back. The cool sheets were a reminder that I was in his bedroom, his scent overpowering me. 

I bit down on a pillow to muffle my moans when I orgasmed. I breathed loudly, gaping at the ceiling as my fingers drenched with my cum, my core throbbing and sensitive, my nipples red. 

That was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. And that fast. 

Shaking my head, I sat up on the bed, blushing at the sight of my spread legs in front of the mirror. My face flushed. My hair was a tousled mess. I wondered how it would feel to have his large warm hands fondling my sensitive breasts, his fingers tweaking my nipples until I moaned with pain and pleasure. 

I am a mess.

I made the bed, making sure that my arousal hadn’t left any stain on the bedsheets. I straightened my tee shirt, patted my hair, and opened the door. 

My heart dropped in my stomach. 

“Aiden…”

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Sleeping Beauty (g!p oneshot)

Warning ⚠️: Somnophilia (if you don't like this stuff then you may skiM

My chest was going up and down as my heartbeat. There was a little smile on my face, dreaming about something pleasant.

Looking very peaceful in my sleep, Bellatrix had to be very careful if she didn't want to wake me up. She didn't drug me, my being asleep was her lucky chance. One wrong move and she could easily wake me up.

She pulled the blanket off of me that she let me borrow and she lifted up my shirt. Bella slipped her warm hands under my shirt and gently caressed my skin. 

I was really fragile, easy to hurt, she was really careful. 

She kidnapped me 3 days ago and I've been a good girl for her so she wanted to return the favor.

She visited me to relish my body, using this moment as I'm sleeping.

She leaned over me and started sucking on my nipple while squeezing my other boob softly. I wanted to wake her up and fuck her really hard.

She continued to suck at my nipple and skin as she slipped her hand down my pants and underwear. I was soaking wet which took her by surprise. 

She started to rub my clit gently with her thumb as she was looking at my resting face. She wanted to do so much but she didn't want to wake you up.

Being careful, she gently pulled my pants and underwear off and spread my legs as she was staring at my glistening pussy. She lay on her stomach between my legs.

Putting 2 fingers inside me and very slowly moved them as she rubbed my clit with her thumb at the same time.

her movements got faster and my body trembled as if I was shocked. Bella pulled out her fingers and observed and admired my juice dripping down her fingers. 

She licked her fingers clean, enjoying my taste.

She then put her face between my folds and grabbed my thighs to ensure I didn't move too much. She has the ability to do whatever she wants to me.

She licked my pussy up and down and started massaging my clit with her tongue. She couldn't stop herself, she was enjoying this way too much. 

She kissed my inner thighs leaving hickeys and then continued eating me out. 

Licking and sucking on my most sensitive areas. She used the tip of her tongue to stimulate my clit, just to use her whole tongue next.

She began squeezing my ass from underneath.

When she did that I let out a soft moan and I opened my eyes, my head feeling dizzy and pleasure of some sort.

"Ah, sleeping beauty finally woke up" Bellatrix said as she stood up walking back to the door.

"Wait, what happened?" I asked

She stopped for a moment and looked at me. My shirt over my boobs, my pants and underwear on the floor next to me, saliva on my pussy and thighs.

"I just wanted to taste you" she said as she walked out.

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

You can't tell me that Sevika's strap game isn't god-tier. LOOK AT HER AND TELL ME TO MY FACE THAT SHE DOESN'T HAVE THE BEST STRAP GAME IN THE WHOLE OF ZAUN. GO ON, I'LL WAIT.

HBFHBHEBIB my second username of choice was sevikasstickystrapon

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, subspace, overstimulation, sevikas sticky strap

Literally any pace would have you falling apart. She's all about the motion of the ocean and she will take all night discovering what gets you to make those pretty sounds for her

You're so responsive for her that she might think she's your first

If she's not, you'd tell her that no one's made you feel like that before/made you come that many times in one night

This would honestly piss her off and she'd want the names and addresses of your previous lovers bc it is SO EASY FOR HER to please you

Which means they weren't trying so they need death :)

"I was wringing you dry last night, the fuck?" You'd be a blushing mess at her words, her protectiveness, and the memories

You'd defensively ask her if she had ever made someone come like that

"Have you never made someone come before?" You stuttered out defensively, cheeks alight with embarrassment. A low chuckle meets your ears, smug at your naivety of her reputation. "Honey, I have. But never that many times in one night. You came every time I stuck my strap in you."

She'll be fucking you so good and you can't help but claw at her back, ignoring her no touching command and leaving red welts in your wake

"Hands." She growls. Your bliss is interrupted by her stern tone, nails retract and arms cautiously wrap around her neck. She stills and barks the command again but you don't want to let go of her. "No, please I just want to hold you." To her dismay, this softens some part of her and she kisses you, irritated. She'll start fucking you harder and you'll be clawing her up again, but she'll put up with it this time

Sevika is an absolute menace when it comes to over stimulation. If you work yourself too hard during the day, she's gonna make you relax. You'll just have to lay there and take what she gives you

She loves the face you make when you're fucked stupid, all of the worry and stress of the day gone

So she'll want to see it again and again and again

I hc that you're her first true relationship. With her job she never really had time for anything serious. The brothel was there for a stress reliever when she needed it (and she needed it a lot)

So you're the first thing that's truly hers. There's no sharing you with anyone, she has someone to call her own and she's gonna show you her appreciation

Also take a little half-assed drabble:

Moans filled the room. You were bent over the table, stuffed absolutely full by Sevika's strap. She didn’t even have to move the large toy in your cunt, wet dripping down your thighs, squeezed together as if that would stop her from breaching your entrance. You tried to move as little as possible, every movement overwhelming as the toy filled and pressed against the entirety of your walls. Whimpers fell endlessly from your lips, thighs slick and slipping together. When your eyes weren’t squeezed shut, they were rolled to the back of your head. Gentle pets against your hair comforted you as you moaned, overstimulated from every sensation. 

“Good, baby?” 

Your nod was sluggish and cut short when she pulled out slightly. The noises that fell out of your mouth were not under your own volition as the strap slid back inside you. Somehow her slow humping was more overwhelming, each drag rubbing against that one spot and bringing you to the edge faster than any harsh thrust would.

When you fall over your scream is guttural, sobs ripping from your throat when she continues those measured thrusts.

“‘Vika‘Vika‘Vika-”

“It’s alright, just lay there and enjoy it. Take what I give you.”

Your head was fuzzy, comprehending nothing but the feelings she drew from you and her gentle commands. Dutifully, you laid there spread for her, letting her use you and unravel every shred of coherence until there was nothing but her. 

“How am I supposed to stop when you keep making those pretty noises for me?”

Lips brushed your ear, breath casting over your cheek and sending shivers down your spine. You were wailing, sobs and moans falling from your mouth, intensifying when a hand lifted your thigh to give her more access.

“That’s right, open up for me.” 

Thrust.

“That’s-”

Thrust.

“-it.”

It felt like you couldn’t stop coming. Her hands massaged your tense muscles until you were boneless, every touch feeling like a kiss. Ink smudged beneath you from your tears, whatever document she was working on before was absolutely ruined. Like you.

You whimpered as she pulled out, shushing you before her warmth left you completely. Metal clanked against porcelain, something falling to the ground followed by a muffled “-shit.” You could only focus on your heartbeat pounding in your chest, the pulsing throb between your thighs.

Time didn’t exist. You had no idea if she’d been gone for five seconds or five minutes. Warm, calloused hands rested on your thighs and you pliantly spread them, slightly pushing your hips up and presenting yourself to her.

“That’s good, baby. But we’re done with that.” Words dripping with amusement weren’t enough to snap you out of your haze. A rag lightly cleaned between your thighs, mesmerizing her with your glistening arousal. Sevika smiled softly when you pushed back as the cloth wiped over your entrance, thighs parting again. 

“Eager to please, huh?” 

The rich oak wood slid against your cheek as your head bobbled in a nod, halted by hands now cradling your cheeks. “We’re through, sweet thing. Come back to me.”  

Sevika watched as your bleary eyes slowly crept into focus, a sleepy smile settling on your face.

“Hi.”

Your quiet voice was met with her chuckles. 

“Hey, babygirl. You good?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

The sight of you utterly spent brought a satisfied smile to Sevika’s face. She loved being able to give you the pleasure you deserved, that it was her that was able to take away all of your worries until you were floating in the clouds. Sevika wasn’t used to having someone to call her own. She had favorites at the brothel, sure, but they were never entirely hers. Now here you are, someone she could never tire of, who she always looked forward coming home to, who she could ply with riches, status, and sex until you were sick of it. 

She never thought it would be possible to feel this way about another person and now she made sure to give her thanks to you in her own way, making sure your needs were met and that any stress of the day was fucked away before you slept. Of course to you, she was just your hyper sexual partner.

After she was able to get some water in you, combating the whines with coaxing pets and encouraging praises, a bowl of fruit found itself in her metal hand. Your grumbling protests were ignored as you were hoisted into her lap.

“I wanna sleep, Sev.”

“A few bites for me, c’mon.” 

By the third bite, you were mostly back to yourself and gave her finger a nip when it pushed a berry to your mouth.

“Brat. For you to behave, I have to fuck you stupid? Is that what it takes?”

Burning cheeks hid in her collar bone, a teasing little “maybe” muttered into her skin.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

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UNHINGED

pairing - nahoya kawata (smiley) x AFAB!reader

warning - nsfw // minors dni // dirty talking // nii-chan kink // piss kink // squirting // choking

"You better wake up before I change my mind about preping you."

These were the first words you heard in the morning.

"Nahoya...?" You blinked, eyes adjusting to the clarity of the room. On your bedside table, the alarm clock marked 7:26 AM.

"I'm gonna excuse that because you just woke up but you know that's not what you call Nii-chan, right?" He hugged you, burying his head on the back of your neck where you felt his smile against your skin. "Nii-chan's horny..." He mumbled, rocking his hips against your ass. "You gonna help Nii-chan out, right? Not like you have much of a choice..." He giggled.

"Right..." You smiled.

Nahoya reached for you panties, ripping them apart instead of taking them off properly.

"Open up. I'm keeping these." He said, shoving your ruined panties in your mouth.

Getting up he discarded his own boxers, moved to lay you on your back and opened your legs, resting them on his hips.

With the same sadistic grin he wore everytime he beat up a guy, he faced your pussy and started rubbing your clit gently.

"You're so dry, sweetie..." He hummed. "Want Nii-chan to make your pretty cunny all wet~?"

You moaned in approval, canting your hips up and down, chasing the pleasure his fingers were giving you.

"Of course you do." He chuckled.

Nahoya lowered himself until he was mere centimeters away from your pussy and spat on it.

God, he was so turned on and looking at your slutty cunt covered with his spit made his cock twitch in interest. There was something about covering you in his fluids that stroked his dominant and possessive side and everytime you fuck he'd cum all over you to make sure you were unusable for any man other than him.

Nahoya grabbed your legs and put them around his shoulders, pulling you to his face. He started by licking a long line from your hole to your clit, sucking on the bud the moment his tongue hit it.

From above him, you wailed and moaned, begging for him to not stop the best you could with a pair of panties in your mouth.

"Look at you... all wet and sloopy for Nii-chan..." Nahoya eyed your expression, offering you a smirk that justified the existence of his nickname. You felt him rub your folds, making his fingers wet with your juices before he pressed one into your hole. "And all open too... Felt how easy you took me? Whore." He chuckled, before going back to licking all over your clit.

"Hm~" Your eyes were shut tight, your body trembling under your boyfriend's trained tongue and finger.

He smiled against your clit when your thighs squeezed his head and rewarded your actions by sucking on it harder.

You could feel yourself reaching your orgasm, the familiar heat spreading out to every nerve of your body. However, it felt different... like something else was coming out. You panicked, uselessly trying to talk over the panties to warn him.

Nahoya took your screaming as sign to continue and added another finger, curling them up to hit that good spot.

As soon as that happened, you came. The orgasm so intense that you totally feel like you blacked out for an eternity. When you came back to your senses, your eyes widened at the sight between your legs.

Nahoya sat there. Immobile. His lips pressed, forming a straight line and face absolutely soaked.

"Nii-chan..." You said after spitting the panties out.

"Shut up." He got on top of you. "You squirted all over my fucking face." He reached for your neck. "As much as Nii-chan loved it you know the marking only goes one way." A sadistic smile took over his previous unreadable expression as he squeezed your neck harshly. "You owe me now~" He giggled in your ear.

You coughed when he removed his harsh grip on your neck to grab your thighs and maneuver you into a mating press.

He aligned himself with your entrance and pushed it in, first giving you time to adjust but slowly giving in to the heat and squeezing of your walls.

"This f-fucking greedy pussy, can n-never have enough of Nii-chan, right?"

"Y-yes, Nii-chan!"

"You always w-want more and more-" He adjusted his thrusting to hit your favourite spot. "Want everything Nii-chan can give you, right? E-everything, no exceptions?"

You were so lost in pleasure your awnser was barely thought of but merely a blabared response to what you thought you heard.

"Yes Nii-chan!"

"Hehe~" His eyes darkened. "Good girl."

Nahoya started moving faster, determined to reach his own orgasm. As he got closer his speech started getting more frantic. "Nii-chan's cumming! F-fucking take it! T-take my cum-" His two hands reached to your neck and squeezed again, this time harder than before.

Happy with the suffocation, your cunt fluttered around him, making him spill deep inside you.

"Fuck!" Nahoya pushed his hips against yours.

While he was riding out his high, Nahoya's hands remained around your neck and, if he had started choking ten seconds earlier, you probably wouldn't be awake to notice the warmth that started spreading inside your belly.

"You said you wanted it." You heard him say before you were too oxygen deprived to argue back and passed out.

Nahoya kept emptying his bladder inside you. Happy to mark you in a new way, he watched with an almost childish curiosity as your belly inflate with his piss until a small but noticeable bulge formed.

When you properly came back to your senses, you were in your couch and started replaying short memories of Nahoya taking you to the bathtub and massaging your body.

"You're awake." You turned to the living room door which he was leaning against.

"Yes..." You answered, a tired but satisfied smile adorning your face.

"Tell me something..." He walked towards you, sat down and pulled you into his lap.

"Hm...?"

"Ever thought of upgrading from toilet to mom?"

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Their Favorite Place to Kiss You

warning(s): none

a/n: I just feel like they needed something sweet damnit :( i love them that’s all - my inbox is always open :)

characters: mikasa, armin, levi, hange, eren, connie, sasha, jean, zeke, & reiner

Mikasa

Your eyelids

Mikasa has always been on the more soft spoken side when it comes to intimacy, sometimes she finds it’s even hard to reach out and hold your hand. She often opts for brushing her knuckles against yours and just hopes you get the gist. But when you’re asleep it’s different. She gets to reach out and run her fingertips delicately across your face and it gives her the perfect opportunity to lean in and press feather light kisses to your closed eyes, and she always hopes her love is strong enough that her affection communicates into your dreams. Please give this shy angel all the love :,(((

Armin

Your cheek

It’s just the purest way for him to show you he’s listening and cares really :(! You’ll be on a date and he’s holding your hand and he’ll just lean on over and place a little smooch there while he’s got this little smile going on, before he tells you to continue with your story, “I’m listening sweetie.” It was also the way he hyped himself up to be more physical with you as the relationship progressed. Baby boy was a little nervous for your first kiss so he worked himself up to it by acting all sly and leaving the gentlest of gentlest kisses on your soft skin. He also loves kissing any birth marks or freckles you may have on your face, they just draw his attention so much and he finds them so cute he has to leave some sort of appreciation for them. And now, kissing your cheek/face has just become his favorite place to leave hellos and goodbyes. It’s even better when he can feel your cheeks get plump from the way you smile when he leaves a kiss.

Levi

Your hands

He has a nasty habit of overworking himself and pushing his body to the limits physically. Staying up late and depriving himself of sleep, hunching over a desk and straining his eyes from all the reading and work, getting frequent headaches from how strong his focus has been - usually meaning he’s forgotten to drink enough water that day. It all takes toll in his tired eyes and the sore muscles in his body, the ones most tense in his upper back. The only good that comes from this is how easy it makes it to strip him away from work if need be. Just running your hands up his back to knead at the muscle between his shoulders and neck has him sighing and closing his eyes, reaching a hand up to grab onto one of yours and place thankful kisses along your knuckles. Now you’ve successfully convinced him to lay in bed while you softly run your hands over his face and body, only stopping when he grabs them to place more kisses. He hopes it’s good enough at showing you how grateful he is for you in his life <3

Hange

Your forehead

They call you their little stroke of genius always and this just kind of seals the deal for them teehee. Whenever they get any kind of idea - good, bad, small, big, dangerous, you name it - they’re placing a kiss on your forehead and hollering before they run off to execute said idea. You have an idea and they’re praising you on how smart you are while they kiss you repeatedly there, kind of like they’re your older, invasive relative or something. It’s also their favorite way to greet you whether it’s them coming home or waking you up first thing in the morning. It’s just always the perfect blank space for them to lay their love on you and get your attention. And if you have a big forehead they’ll mention how it gives them more space to love up on hehehehehe <3

Eren

Your neck

Cuddly boy, cuddly boy! He loves bothering you and trying to get your attention, and he finds it’s the easiest when he has his face buried in your neck and leaving wet kisses there. He also finds it’s such a versatile place for affection. If he’s feeling clingy, he can come up from behind and wrap his arms around you while he whines into the crook of your neck demanding you pay attention to him by kissing or blowing raspberries there until you’re giggling and giving in. When he’s sleepy and cuddling he can stretch his face up to whisper into your neck about heading to bed and finalizing his wish with a soft peck - barely even a kiss. If he’s in a mood it’s certainly an easy place to convince you to join him. And if he’s just feeling soft - which is almost always - he has no problem in smiling into that spot between your neck and shoulder and giving little love bites or any form of attention there. He’s just a clingy boy and it’s the easiest way to get what he wants - and hide how red his face can get from you.

Connie

The top of your head

It’s a funny thing he’s started doing in passing moments that’s just made his days so much brighter. You two will be bustling about in the kitchen cooking dinner and when you pass by him he just has to grab the sides of your face and reach over to kiss the top of your head with an obnoxious mwah to top it off. Or if he’s dropping you off he obviously has to reach over the middle console to pull your head aggressively towards him to leave another silly kiss - he likes it even more when you act “annoyed” with him over it. But it isn’t always silly, he finds it a really good way to let you know he hasn’t forgotten about how sweet you are to him. You’ll be laying in his chest while you two watch a movie and he’ll lean down to leave a long and quiet kiss into your hair, reminding you of his fondness.

Sasha

Your lips

It’s such a simple but sweet place to kiss! Nothing makes her happier than leaning in and giving a quick peck before she’s off to her busy day, her nose usually bumping into yours cause she’s being a little too quick about it, but it never fails to make you all giddy when you feel her smile against your lips. It’s also her favorite time to kiss you after you’ve had something sweet. First she just wiped the corner of your mouth with her thumb to collect the sticky syrup that collected there from your breakfast a few minutes prior, sucking the sweetness from the finger and humming to herself. Next it was replaced with a simple kiss to the corner of your mouth or wherever you had yet to clean up a crumb - sometimes her tongue would innocently dart out to get a better taste. Finally it became just a regular sweet kiss, even happier than before, when she could still taste the honey in your mouth from the biscuits you’d made for lunch.

Jean

Your shoulders

He adores running his hands up and down your arms and it just goes so well with leaving a few light kisses at the top of your shoulders. He also feels like it’s such an intimate part of the body in that for him to place a kiss there means he’s physically close to you in a way he treasures immensely. Like when he embraces you in a long, warm hug for whatever reason, getting to bend down and leave a long sensual kiss placed there feels so serious to him, even if you’re ticklish and it has you giggling. There’s just something so serene for him when he’s able to feel that calm and close with you that he always finds himself compelled to lean over and even crane his neck to remind you how special you are to him with a shoulder kiss. What can I say, he just loves em!

Zeke

Your thighs

It seems like he’s ALWAYS passed out with his head in your lap. He says it’s not his fault but yours because you’re the one who always lets him rest his head there when he’s home from work, running your fingers through his hair. How is he supposed to stay awake when you’re doing that? And don’t get him started on how you run your thumb over his brow bone and down the bridge of his nose before going back up and starting again. It’s like you want him to take a nap on your thighs! Which you kinda do cause it’s the only time you get to see this mf relaxed and quiet in your presence if he’s not reading or doing some other nerd shit. He always makes sure to press sweet kisses to the tops of them when he wakes up, along with chuckling and tickling you with his scruff. He also likes to give you massages when you’re laying in bed which always somehow leads to him rubbing your calf’s while he closes his eyes and gently kisses the soft skin on your inner thighs. He’s just a sucker for em and you can’t tell me otherwise!

Reiner

Your back

Oh this guy :( He’s a chronic big spoon, no matter your size. It’s just always so soothing for you to be in his arms with his hands resting at your tummy, sometimes absentmindedly kneading the soft skin there as he falls asleep. But he never stays that way, he ends up naturally scooting down throughout the night so when he wakes up his face is nuzzled into the middle of your back with his arms wrapped even tighter around your midsection. You can always tell when he wakes up by the soft flutter of his eyelashes against your skin and the tightening squeeze on your torso, followed by soft open mouth kisses up your spine and all over your shoulder blades. Of course the way he whispers, “hi”, into your ear once he’s reached the top let’s you know, too.

this made me so unbelievably soft omfg. I just felt like we needed some soft content and I’ve been missing them :((( if you guys like this and would want it I can make a pt.2 with some characters I didnt include in this one :)! Jus lemme know if it’s something you guys would want! Anyways I hope you enjoy, I love talking to you in my inbox, and if you’d like to be on a taglist jus lemme know and I’ll happily oblige :)

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Still Having Nightmares

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1.8k T/W: nightmares, trauma conversations, fluff A/N: MY HEART IS FUCKING BROKEN!!! Do you hear!? All because of this gif set— spoilers!

Song inspo: Nightmares - All Time Low

You squeezed your eyes closed, trying not to let the tears fall. But they weren’t for you— from outside the door, down the hall, and into the living room, you heard the soft mumbling. The desperate “no’s” and the heavy breathing. Rolling over in bed, you placed your hand where he often began the night, right next to you. Knowing he liked to fight this struggles alone, you methodically bit at the inside of your lip, furrowing your brows. 

However, when you heard the static of metal tension, you couldn’t ignore it any longer. Sitting up, you tossed the covers aside. Taking a moment to calm yourself, you quickly wiped the tears off your cheeks and took a deep breath, wanting to be in the best state to help him. Opening the bedroom door you stepped out into the hallway gently. Attempting to make your footsteps as light as possible, you made your way to the living room doorway. Bucky was laying on the opposite side of the apartment’s room from you. 

Watching him toss and turn, sometimes jolt, was difficult, but you always tried to think of how best to help him if you could. As you debated waking him up to end the night terror, something did that for you- hearing him yell your name he completely sat up. You blinked back some tears, hating that you knew his nightmares forced him to see himself losing more than he already had. 

“God-” he exhaled as if he had been forced to hold his breath for five minutes, it was a painful first few breaths. Shoving his hands through his hair, he set his elbows on his knees and tried to steady his breathing, he clearly hadn’t seen you yet, “shit,” you heard him say in a broken voice, though you couldn’t see them, you knew there were tears from the way he sniffled with an inhale every other breath. 

You shifted your weight onto the opposite foot, accidentally catching his attention.

“Hey,” he suddenly said as if nothing had happened, quickly turning his face away from you, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes, trying to get rid of any proof of tears. Clearing his throat he exhaled, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Tilting your head with a heavy sorrow that he just wanted to push everything aside, you reached for the light switch.

“No!” Bucky exclaimed, before looking down, surprised at his tone, “no,” he said softer, looking back up at you, “can we leave it off? Please?”

“Yeah,” you answered hoarsely, feeling a tightness in your own throat, “of course, baby.”

Walking over to where he was, you settled on the floor, sitting next to him, facing his direction. There was just enough light from the apartment windows for you two to see each other in dim lights streaming in. He tried again to subtly brush away any tear stains, while you joined him. Pushing the top of his wrist against his lip, he dropped his hand, and finally turned to you. 

“Did I-” he swallowed, you saw the tension in his jaw, “did I wake you?” 

“No,” you whispered, raising a hand to fluff back some fallen strands of his messy hair.

“Really?” he perked an eyebrow, “then why are you awake?” 

You hold your breath trying to think of an excuse, but you’d rather say nothing than lie to him again. 

“I didn’t mean to leave tonight, I just-” he quirked the corner of his lips, trying to find the right words, “I’m not used to it, but I didn’t want to leave- I just-”

“I know,” you assured him, free hand touching his forearm, calmly stroking his chilled skin.

He dipped his head shaking it, before giving a disappointed laugh, “you know I thought I was over this,” he admitted, your hand still brushing soothingly through his hair as he stared straight ahead, you swore you could see him thinking of another time. 

“Tell me about it?” 

He pressed his lips together, debating if he wanted to say more, so you let the quiet come between the two of you, and that was okay. Time was needed and you were more than willing to wait for him.

“You know sometimes I can see myself, at different times, and I just keep thinking- when I see that kid, signing up for the army, he looks at me,” he smiled for a second, but it faded faster than it came on, “he had no idea what he was signing up for.” Looking down to the metal replacing his arm, Bucky nodded to himself,  blaming himself for it all.

“Victims never do,” you said, “because it’s not their fault.”

“Victim?” He scoffed, raising his eyebrows in disbelief at you, “have you seen my count-”

“Bucky, what they did to you-”

“But what I did to others-” he started.

“What they did to you,” you repeated, more firmly, stopping him from interrupting you, he waited for your next words, “what they did was cruel and monstrous, but that doesn’t mean you are.” Bucky tilted his head, “you signed up because you’re a brave soldier, what came next was out of your control, but now, you’re back on the path you first started.”

His grey blue eyes were fixed on you when you finished, “tell me about tonight’s nightmare?”

He was quiet again, so you pressed your hand against the middle of his chest, covering his dog tags, before you curled your fingers around the metal and glanced down to study them in your palm. Rubbing your thumb over the raised letters- one tag spelling out his name the other simply saying “Winter Soldier,” you bit the corner of your lip. Bucky never took his gaze off you, studying you studying the tags. 

After a moment of silence, he leaned in closer, slipping his hand against the side of your neck, fingertips pushing into the roots of your hair at the nape of your neck, while he brought his mouth to the opposite side. You tightened your hand around his dog tags as his skin brushed against your knuckles. With the way his chest was already rising and falling and the hum of his moan against your neck, you almost got lost in it. Slowly moving his other hand up your thigh, to your hip, you felt the metal, smooth and cold as ever. Closing your eyes, you focussed for a moment on his hot desperate kisses, his lips felt so good against you, but you knew what he was doing.

“Bucky-” you said softly, but seriously, knowing what you needed to do.

“Mhmm?” he hummed, lips ghosting against you as he waited for you to continue, but when you didn’t, he pulled back to look at you, his hand still caressing the nape of your neck gently.

You stared at him, amazed at how well he was trained to shift from emotion to emotion or just hide them altogether. It seemed wrong that there was so much pain and hurt in you form sympathy when he was the one actually fighting through it. As you stayed silent, his gaze fell to your parted lips. Bucky took his opportunity and met your mouth with a deeply passionate kiss, when you hardly responded he paused the kiss, lips still touching yours as he spoke.

“What is it?” he asked, caressing your cheek.

“I love you so much,” you took a deep breath, placing your hand on top of his and bringing it away from your cheek setting your interlaced hands in your lap, looking back to him, “but that won’t make them go away,” you stated eyebrows knitted together, shaking your head softly, “I need you to talk to me,” you stroked his jawline with your thumb, still holding his hand with your other, and speaking as gently as you possibly could, “so we can work this out together, I want to help you, I want you to be able to stay a whole night with me.”

Taking his hand off your thigh, you heard the metal adjust as he shifted his weight onto it.  

“Alright, in my nightmares. . .I keep hurting you,” his words broke the silence, “different ways, I tell myself it’s not me, it’s that shadow I used to be, but all the same in the end.” 

Listening carefully you placed a soft kiss to the cooled skin of his shoulder, where the scars met metal, encouraging him to continue with gentle stroking motions of your fingertips on the back of his hand. 

“Every time. . .I’m in a place from my past, but you’re there,” he confessed, tightening his grip around your hand, “and you die, all because of me.”

“You’d never hurt me.”

“But I did...I do,” tears were returning and he didn’t understand; the one happiness in his life was being twisted by his past and his mind, he remembered certain things, others a blur and now past and present were blending. . . 

“James,” you brought him to face you with your hand against his cheek, “you’d never hurt me.”

“I’m just-” he said cautiously.

“Bucky,” you said almost disappointed he’d question himself on this.

“I’m just scared I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from hurting you,” he confessed in a louder voice than intended, making you jerk back, but keeping your hand in his helped ground him, “I’m sorry,” he said, calming himself down. 

You could see the tears falling even if he didn’t want you to see them.

“There’s no chance of that happening,” you pressed your forehead against his, “I know you, Bucky, you love me.”

 “But you’ve seen it, if- if someone knows those words- with that book- they reset me and I can’t-” 

You heard him exhale, heavy with pain and hurt and panic. His chest began to rapidly rise and fall. 

“Bucky, Darling,” you moved yourself closer and brought your arms around him, to which he responded by wrapping his around your frame, pulling you even closer, and burying his face against your neck, “it’s okay, we’re okay.”

Feeling his hot tears against your neck, and his erratic breathing, you tilted your head up, trying not to cry yourself. Stroking across the back of his bare shoulders, you softly combed your fingers through his hair, embracing him against you. It wasn’t easy for him to show this much emotion and you could sense that, staggering breath and long periods of tension, as if he was trying to hold it all back. Feeling him tighten his hug and squeeze his eyes closed, you just held him to let him know it was okay.

“We’ll get through this, I promise,” you whispered, “no one is ever coming near you with that book ever again, and if they do. . . now they’ll have to get through me first.”

Pulling away from you just enough to press his forehead back against yours he smiled softly, staying there for a moment, “how’d you get so tough, huh?”

“I live with a fighter,” you smiled back, “he’s taught me to survive just about anything,” he gave a small laugh with his smile spreading, “so together,” you stole a kiss, “I know we’re unstoppable.”

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗨𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 || dark!jan (the edukators/die fetten Jahre sind vorbei) x reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 | in scoping out his next target, jan hadn't realised that you wouldn't be joining your family on their next vacation; in choosing to stay home, you hadn't realised what you were in for.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 | 4.3k

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 | smut (noncon, with fingering and penetrative sex), innocence kink, virginity loss/first time, brief exhibitionism, degradation, daddy kink, spitting (in mouth and on pussy), breaking and entering/home invasion, touch of misogyny kink, slight objectification kink (petnames like babydoll/dolly being 99% of this), slight bleeding (from sex specifically), death mention (no threats, just the fear of threats if that makes sense?)

𝗔/𝗡 | you don't need to have seen the movie to understand this fic, as long as you know that jan and his friends break into rich people's houses as part of their anti-capitalist rebellion. note that the vast majority of dialogue is written in english for simplicity, but that these conversations would actually take place fully in german.

this is a DARK fic, if you hit 'keep reading' I don't wanna hear you upset about content listed clearly in the warnings section

It’s probably normal to hear a bump in the night, to wake up and be a little freaked out, but to ultimately just stay in bed and not do anything about it. At first you were sure you were sure it was nothing, though your gut told you otherwise; then, as you heard more and more you spent quite some time convincing yourself that it was just pipes creaking or the foundation settling. But the thing about pipes and foundations is they don’t speak German.

“Hier entlang, hier entlang,” someone whispered, and footsteps shifted all along the lower floor.

Maybe you were still asleep, and this was just a strange dream, a terrifying dream. You pulled the blanket up over your head and prayed to wake up, but the denial turned to terror when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

You jumped out of bed, but it was too late to go out your bedroom door— you could hear them walking and whispering outside. Your bathroom had a small window, but even if you managed to fit through it you’d be on the second story with no way to ropel down. Maybe in your mind you could be some daring adventurer with the perfect plan to escape, or with the skills to defend yourself with something random you could grab, but you knew better than to really think you could do anything but hide.

As the footsteps and voices got louder, your eyes frantically searched the room and finally landed on the large upright dresser— maybe it was a little obvious, but it had a handy little feature that made it lock from the inside. It had come in handy for a decade of hide-and-seek, and now it would hopefully serve you one last time.

With not a second to spare, you ran over and grabbed the golden handles, swinging the doors open but being careful to shut them quietly after you’d stepped inside and made room for yourself among the coats and dresses. You searched for the lock in the pitch darkness, only able to find it because it was right above the keyhole that glowed from the dim light outside. Just as you turned the knob and heard the metal lock slide inside the wooden door, you heard your bedroom door open.

Someone walked around your room briefly, you even heard them pick something up and set it down— probably your bedside lamp, based on where it was coming from, but you obviously couldn’t be sure and frankly didn’t care that much. Footsteps approached the dresser and you saw the keyhole light up as a flashlight passed over it.

“Let’s take all the clothes and put them in the fireplace,” a voice in the room announced. “We won’t actually light the fireplace, but it sends a message.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to try to keep quiet when the doors shook briefly from an attempt to open them.

“Fuck, it’s locked.”

“Here, you go on to the next room, I’ll pick it,” a second voice decided, and you heard more footsteps as someone else approached the armoire. “Look how fancy the dresser is, they’ve probably got furs in here too— god knows people living in a house like this can’t miss an opportunity to destroy the environment.”

You heard something jiggle inside the keyhole, a clicking noise that went on for just a few moments before you heard the metal slide inside the wood again and the doors slowly opened.

A man, dressed in black and holding a flashlight in his gloved hands, stared at you from behind a mask that left only his brown eyes visible. You both stood still, staring at each other, until he did exactly the last thing you expected: he lifted the mask up to his forehead and showed you his face.

He was a lot younger than you would’ve expected, though he had the scruffy beard of a guy trying to look older; his teeth were slightly crooked when he smiled at you, and when he raised a brow while he gave you a quick look-over, you noticed the way they almost connected in the middle.

Under his gaze, you suddenly felt very aware of how little your lacy, baby pink nightgown protected you from the chilling night air.

"Well, what's this?" he asked coyly as he watched you shiver. "Guess these capitalist pigs left one of their little piglets behind." He put on a cooing sort of voice as he addressed you directly: "Did mummy and daddy leave you all alone while they went on holiday?"

He stepped closer even as you tried to shrink away, examining you carefully.

“Get out of there, silly, what are you hiding for? I’m not gonna hurt you,” he assured, not that you found it especially comforting. When you didn’t step out of your own accord, he grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you forward; he slammed the dresser doors behind you, and you whimpered in fear as he pinned you down against them by each arm. "Shh, hey, don't worry— I'm here to take care of you, you can call me daddy instead until your heartless banker father gets back. Go ahead, tell me what's wrong."

"I—"

"Ah ah," he tutted with a mix of bemusement and disappointment, "I already told you how to address me."

You shuddered but finally responded, "Daddy, I'm scared."

He gave you a demeaning little pout, but you continued.

"Some men broke in and I'm alone and… and I don't know if they want to hurt me."

"No, baby, they don't want to hurt you," he promised with a gentle smile, but it turned horrifically sinister as he leaned in to add with a whisper: "but we will if we have to."

You swallowed thickly, your gut twisting when you felt him breathe out against your neck.

"So you're gonna be a good girl, right?"

You nodded quickly, turning away when he leaned in closer, looking down at you with darkened eyes and running the fingers of his black gloves over the neckline of your pyjamas.

“You were just waiting for me, huh? All tucked in in your cute little nightgown, dressed up like a doll,” he grinned. “I bet you want daddy to play with you, hm?”

He laughed cruelly when you shook your head, fighting harder to get away again as he squeezed your arms tight enough to leave marks where his fingers had been.

“Wanna play, little dolly?” he continued, pressing his body into yours and roughly shoving his leg between your thighs. “I know you do… c'mon and give me a kiss," he requested.

“N-no,” you stammered, but he grabbed your jaw in his gloved hand and forced you to look ahead, slamming his lips onto yours and ignoring your muffled protests. When he pinched your side you gasped instinctively, and he shoved his tongue inside your mouth roughly— but that only lasted for a moment, before you found renewed strength and managed to shove him back. It wasn’t far enough to free yourself, but enough to get a break from the oppressive kiss.

“Aw, don’t be mean,” he pouted, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. “You said you’d be good for me, remember?”

“Just stop, please,” you whined, gasping before you could stop yourself when he rubbed his thigh up against you— hitting right on your clit which throbbed in spite of everything. Somehow the fear made you more sensitive, or at least something had because you’d never felt quite like this before.

“See? You’re all worked up,” he explained, “I’m gonna help you.”

This time when he leaned in he started to kiss and suck at your neck instead, starting right beneath your ear and moving down slowly until his tongue laved over the crook where your shoulder began. As much as you hated it, it made arousal pulse between your legs where his thigh continued to push hard on you.

When he moved even closer, you could feel his erection against your hip; you didn’t even realise that you’d let out a gasp until you felt him smile against your neck. “Oh, babydoll… you want daddy’s cock inside you, I can tell.”

“N-no, I don’t— just stop,” you begged.

“If only it were so easy, to just ask someone to stop,” he mused. “You know how many times we asked people like your father to stop before they fucked us? You know how far that gets us? You don’t just get to ask nicely, you have to fight for it…”

He chuckled as you writhed in his embrace.

“But you’re too weak to fight, poor thing.”

"Please, I'm not a part of whatever you’re talking about,” you tried to explain, “I don't know much about what Papa does at work—"

"That's your problem, baby, you're blissfully ignorant! Not all of us have that luxury. But the good news is, I'm here to educate you." He pushed up even closer to you, speaking lowly right into your ear with rage starting to bubble up in his voice. "Your father is a piece of scum who feeds on the working class and then robs them blind. You live like this, unquestioningly, and the rest of Germany suffers. Stuck-up bitch like you wouldn't even notice me if you saw me on the street, would you? Wouldn't even give me the time of day, but now you're at my mercy. That’s what you people need to learn: that you’re not gonna be on top forever.”

Suddenly you felt his hand cup your sex through your nightgown, and you choked on your gasp. “No—!” you started to shout, but his right hand covered your mouth as the left hastily pulled your pyjamas up and reached under them.

“Stop fucking squirming,” he grunted as he reached between your kicking legs and slid quickly up your thigh. “Mm, bet you’re hiding a pretty little cunt under this nightgown— hold still, baby, you’re gonna like this.”

Finally maneuvring his way into your panties, he abruptly shoved two gloved fingers inside of you, watching closely as you scrunched your face up tight in discomfort. He thrusted and twisted them around for a bit, carelessly stretching you open as you tried desperately to squirm away; it stung a bit, and the leather of the gloves was cool and awkwardly firm against your walls. For some reason, when he dropped his free hand from your face, you didn’t try to scream again— maybe because you knew no one who cared could hear you— and you just panted heavily instead.

As quickly as he’d pushed them in he pulled them out, bringing the glove up to his mouth to take it off with his teeth with a little growl before rubbing his bare hand over your pussy again. You whimpered when he slid his fingers inside you again, this time feeling the texture of his skin as he curled the pads of his fingers right against your spot. “Yeah?” he mumbled his taunt around the leather between his teeth before spitting the glove out onto the floor. “Fuck, so warm… you’re so wet already, dolly, has nobody been giving this pussy any attention?”

He stopped moving his fingers inside you to pull out and give your clit a few slaps, licking his lips when you cried out from the sharp sensation.

“Huh?” he reminded you to answer when you never gave a response.

“N-no,” you shook your head, finally, and he smiled like he was proud of himself.

“Yeah? You’re not a virgin, are you?”

You only looked down at the floor, blinking a few times as you focused on the teal carpet, and heard him laugh darkly.

“Oh, dolly, I might break you,” he warned roughly as he pushed your gown up to your waist, ignoring your sobbed pleas for him to stop. “We don’t usually take anything from the people we visit, but if I take your virginity maybe your people will finally get the message.”

“Please— you don’t have to do that,” you stammered, rushing through whatever you could think of to make him change his mind, “I won’t tell anyone you were here. You can have whatever you want, if I call them they can send you money—”

“You aren’t even fucking listening to me, we don’t want your expensive bullshit and we don’t want your dirty fucking money!” he corrected sternly, clutching your sleeves tighter and shaking you slightly with the intensity of his movements. “We just want you to be afraid, because the revolution is coming.”

But you were afraid of something much more imminent than a revolution.

“Get on the fucking bed,” he demanded, though you couldn’t do much else considering he was already roughly tossing you onto it, climbing on top of you and pinning you down when you started to crawl back instinctively. With his legs resting on yours and keeping you (somewhat) still, he only needed one hand to grab your shoulders while the other rushed to open his jeans.

Your eyes got a little wide when you saw his cock— before that, it was almost like some part of you didn’t really think he’d go through with his, but now you could see clearly that he was hard and ready… and big enough to make you question how that thing was even supposed to fit inside you.

He tore through your panties like they were paper; he lifted and spread your legs as he sat between them and, much to your humiliation, just stared down at your pussy for a moment. You’d never felt so exposed and it made you feel worse than ever. “Knew you’d have a pretty cunt,” he announced smugly, “can’t wait to see it all stretched out and covered in my come— I’m gonna ruin you, babydoll.”

You weakly struggled as he held your hips down with one hand and haphazardly stroked his cock a few times with the other, rubbing himself over your opening before pulling his hips back to spit right onto your clit. After spreading the improvised lubrication around with his head for a moment, he pushed down on it with his thumb to line up with your hole and, without any further warning, slid inside in one motion.

You bit down on your lip hard, and even that wasn’t enough to distract you from the sting; it felt like he was ripping you open, not to mention going so deep that you could feel him in your stomach.

He groaned loudly, head falling back for a moment as he started to thrust into you. “Fuck, I can tell you’re a virgin— it must be hurting you, huh?”

But the question was a bit redundant, since tears had already begun to stream down your temples and your fingers were clutching tightly onto the sheets beneath you; if they were any less expensive, they probably would’ve ripped.

“Maybe a little pain will be good for you,” he decided with a smirk, “I think a spoiled brat like you has been spared the rod a few too many times.”

It was definitely more than a ‘little’ pain, and it only seemed to sting more each time he pulled back and pushed in again— he wasn’t going very fast, yet, so that was one thing you could almost be thankful for. That said, he wasn’t very gentle either.

He hastily reached up under your nightgown to grope your breasts, quickly moving from one to the other as he squeezed them just a bit too hard. “You like how daddy plays with your tits, don’t you?” he grunted. “Say, ‘yes daddy.’”

“Y-yes, daddy,” you mumbled awkwardly; maybe being embarrassed to say that was superfluous considering everything else happening right now, but your face got warmer regardless.

A whimper almost caught in your throat when he pinched your hardened nipples, but it broke through when he seemingly-randomly gave a spank to your inner thigh.

He looked down at where your bodies were joined, where he was stretching you out with steady pumps of his cock that filled you to the brim, before reaching up to quickly pull his black sweater off over his head— a t-shirt underneath came off with it as his chest was exposed. He wasn’t unreasonably pale but he clearly wasn’t the type to get a ton of sun, and he had a thin scattering of dirty-blonde hair over some of it. It was sort of embarrassing, now, seeing how thin he was and yet he was still so much stronger than you.

"You're getting so wet, babydoll, look— you're making a mess on these expensive sheets," he grinned. And he wasn't lying; the sting of the stretch had slowly faded, replaced with a friction you actually couldn't help but enjoy. Each time he moved, he seemed to slide right over a spot that made you tighten up your legs so they wouldn't shake.

But, apparently, there was still plenty left that he could do to hurt you.

You cried out, so louder it echoed across the room, when he suddenly thrust into you hard and deep, hitting the very end of you as your body involuntarily jolted— he clapped his hand down over your mouth instantly, muffling your cries to near-silence as he set a punishingly fast pace out of nowhere. You couldn’t turn your head when you heard your bedroom door open, but you could glance to the side and see another burglar appear in the doorway, staring forward at the scene in front of him.

A new sense of shame burned inside you for being seen in such a way; oddly, it came with guilt, too, as if you were doing something wrong yourself, when really it was just something wrong being done to you. The man on top of you didn’t seem to feel much of either, though: he didn’t even slow down.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" the other man asked his partner, face still hidden but his voice a mixture of bewildered and disgusted. "This isn't how we roll."

"Fuck off, I'm almost done," your attacker scoffed. You tried to use the distraction to fight him again— you swung your arms to try to scratch his face or push him away, but without even hesitating he simply stopped covering your mouth to pin your wrists at either side of your head.

"Is this really what you think the revolution is about?" the man in the door sneered. "Or does that even matter to you when you think you might get some ass? Jesus, I always knew you were a creep but this is…" he trailed off.

"Maybe you should take a turn with her, might fix your attitude," the man on top of you suggested. "She's real tight— trust me, you'll feel better."

"I promise that raping that girl isn't gonna make me feel better, Jan," he frowned.

"Fine, then just go so I can finish and I'll meet you guys in the yard," Jan— apparently that was his name— instructed.

"Don't go," you begged the man in the door, seeing the concern on his face— you could tell he wanted to stop Jan, maybe if you asked him to, he would.

"Shut up, bitch," Jan growled, correcting you with a slap to the face.

The man in the doorway just shook his head and sighed, stepping back into the hall and shutting the door behind him. You cried harder, more sure than ever that Jan was right when he said you were at his mercy; and he didn’t seem to have much.

He fucked you rough and fast, recklessly chasing his own pleasure with no regard for yours. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean that you didn’t feel any pleasure, though… it was building, in fact, sort of like when you touched yourself but so much stronger, and deeper, and threatening to overflow at any moment. “Oh fuck, you’re close,” he noticed with a tilted grin, “you love it so fucking much, huh? Wanna cream on daddy’s cock?”

You shook your head but he slapped you again, spinning your face to the side as he held both your wrists above your head in one hand and gripped your jaw with the other.

“Stop lying,” he growled, “I can feel it, I can feel your cunt getting tighter… you’re gonna come so fucking hard for me, aren’t you, babydoll? God, what a nasty fucking whore you are…”

He held your face to look straight ahead, up at where he hovered above you and bared his teeth in a snarl, before forcing your mouth open and spitting into it. You grimaced and tried even harder to squirm away but he quickly clamped his hand down over your nose and mouth so you couldn’t try to spit it back out again.

“C’mon, swallow it,” he instructed roughly, voice a bit strained from the force it took to hold you down. You could hardly breathe with his hand this way, and when you tilted your head back to try to get away from it, you accidentally swallowed his spit with a disgusted, muffled grunt. “There you go, good girl,” he purred as he watched your throat bob a bit involuntarily, “that’s it, I know you wanna come— say it! Say ‘daddy I wanna come.’”

He let go of your mouth and slapped you again before you even had a chance to hesitate. “D-daddy,” you whined, “I… I—”

“It’s not that fucking hard,” he hissed, “just say it, you dumb fucking slut!”

One more slap was apparently all you needed to just choke it out: “I wanna come, daddy!” you cried, back starting to arch as the pressure of holding back your release became too much to bear.

“Then fucking come,” he demanded, “come for me, baby, right fucking now.”

You tried to hold out just a moment longer, just to spite him, just so you wouldn’t obey him so easily… but it only took one rough thrust right into the end of you to make it all spill over. You came with a sob, shaking and jerking beneath him for a moment before a warmth spread through you; it started right where he filled you and spread everywhere until your mind was all foggy and your fingers started to go numb— or maybe that was just because of him pinning you down at the wrists.

Much to your disgust, you could hear how wet you had become with every stroke inside you, a sickening squelching noise that made him laugh as your face tingled with numbness and burned with shame all at once. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” he praised, “naughty little dolly, making a mess on daddy’s cock with that dirty fucking cunt of yours… I’m gonna cover it in my come, are you ready, baby? Ask daddy to come on your pussy, don’t make me hit you again.”

“Daddy, please,” you mumbled quietly, “come on my pussy…”

“I can’t hear you, babydoll, you need to speak up,” he mocked.

And you were just so exhausted and overwhelmed and his thrusts inside your sensitive walls were starting to get painful again— that was why you really meant it when you sobbed through your begging: “Please, daddy, come on my pussy!”

With one more panted moan he pulled out and only had to give his cock one blur of a stroke before white, warm come began to paint over your sore opening, your swollen clit, your bruised inner thighs. “Fuuucckkk…” he groaned under his breath as he watched himself coat you, and you caught a tinge of pink from your blood on his cock and hand as he slowed down to a stop. "Sheiße," he sighed, letting go of your wrists to sit up and close his eyes for a moment before looking down again at where you were limp and splayed out on your bed beneath him. “See? I’m getting reckless, I really shouldn’t be leaving evidence…”

Even without that, you knew his name and face, but apparently he was focusing on the copious amounts of DNA he’d just left on you.

“I suppose it won’t be a problem, because you’re not going to tell anyone,” he posited, leaning down slightly to hover over you as you swallowed around the rock that had suddenly formed in your throat. “You know how I know you won’t?”

You weakly shook your head, already terrified to imagine what the answer to that question was going to be. Of course, your first assumption was that he was going to kill you, or threaten to do so if you involved the police. He knew where you lived, he could threaten your family, too: the thought made your skin crawl as he leaned down further to whisper right against your ear as you instinctively turned your face away from him.

“Because if you tell someone that I raped you,” he finally continued, “then you’ll also have to tell them that you liked it.”

Speaking right against your ear, it took him no effort at all to stick his tongue out and lick you right on it, making you squeal with fear and disgust.

He quickly hopped off the bed and recollected himself, stuffing his softening and blood-stained cock back into his pants before gathering his discarded clothes from the floor. "Your folks won't be home for two more nights, right? I should come visit you again," he winked when he spared a glance at you. “Now get some rest, baby, you deserve it. Don’t worry, I’ll lock the front door behind me when we leave… wouldn’t want anybody unsavory getting in, now would we?”

[amphxtrite]

aaron hotchner x fem!reader

warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), face riding, wet dream, degrading, sir kink, fingering, masturbation, food.

do not read if you are uncomfortable.

summary: a wet dream leads to a steamy morning after Hotch finds out.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: I’m so in love with Hotch, do expect more of him lmao.

hope you enjoy :)

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“Fuck you taste so good, darling.” Hotch groans.

You nod bashfully as you move your hips faster in a circle as Aaron’s tongue swirls around your clit and up your slit.

“Such a dirty slut grinding against my face like that.” Hotch chuckles, pulling his tongue away from your aching core. You whine in objection.

“Use your words darling, let me hear how much you want it.” He growls, licking a long stripe up your cunt as latching onto your clit, chuckling as you squirm around in desperation, sending delicious vibrations up your core.

“Oh fuck Sir, please eat me out, make me cum! I need it so fucking bad.” You cry desperately, circling your hips faster as Hotch obliges, tightening his grip on your hips to pull you further onto his face and dragging his tongue in and out of your tight slit, moaning loudly to send shockwaves up your belly.

“F-Fuck!”

Sunlight pours into your room in a soft beam as your eyes flutter open. You slowly sit up and yawn, glancing over at your boyfriend fondly as he snores softly under the covers, when suddenly, your dream comes crashing back down on you. 

You bite your lip to hold back a soft moan as you recall the way Aaron’s tongue felt against your aching clit. You could feel your heartbeat travel to your core at the mere thought.

Another soft snore pulls you out of your thoughts and you avert your gaze down to the sleeping man beside you. His short black hair had grown out giving him an almost boyish look, his warm brown eyes lay hidden as he dozed and his lips lay slightly parted. The usual look of determination on his face was replaced with peace as his face relaxed, and with the sun pouring down onto his face and bare chest just barely peeking out past your comforter. 

You swallow as almost tauntingly his tongue darts out to wet his top lip before retreating back behind his teeth, he was just starting to stir, but you couldn’t stand this anymore.

You nibble on your bottom lip as you debate waking Aaron up, but he slept so peacefully and you couldn’t bring yourself to do that, especially after a case.

You sigh, feeling tired just thinking about your last assignment.

Oh, but the heat between your legs was getting too much to bear!

Begrudgingly  you decide to just get off by yourself. Waving your hand over Arron’s eyes you come to the conclusion he was out cold, you should be alright.

As quietly as possible you swing your feet off the bed and pad down to the guest bedroom, just to be safe. You exhale gently and remove your pajamas until you’re only left in a pair of panties and climb onto the bed.

You kneel so you’re facing the wall behind you and allow one hand to leave your breast and travel down your body until it’s down the front of your panties.

Hotch’s low voice rings in your head.

“You taste so good, darling.”

Your fingers begin moving around your clit in circles and figure eights, moving closer towards your slit as you whimper gently and begin delving deeper.

“Good morning, love.” 

You squeak in surprise, pulling your hand from your panties and staring in shock-horror at a groggy Aaron standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing in the guest room?” He questions tiredly, stretching one arm out as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“D’you want—” He begins, voice faltering as his eyes finally focus on you, finally noticing your topless frame and your flushed cheeks.

“—breakfast…”

You smile nonchalantly and avert your gaze to the wall beside you, suddenly finding the cream wallpaper to be far more interesting.

“Well I wouldn’t mind waking up to a sight like that every day.” Hotch smirks as you roll your eyes gently.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered this morning love?” He teases, walking closer and gathering you into his arms.

“N-No reason.” You sigh, burying your face into the crook of his neck to hide the growing flush on your face.

“No, tell me darling, I’m rather curious.”

A shudder runs down your spine at the pet name and you feel your heartbeat travel to your core again.

“I-It’s fine really.” You exclaim, trying to laugh the situation off and squirm your way out of your boyfriend’s grip.

“No, you’re not getting off that easy.” Aaron chuckles, running his hands up and down your bare back, licking his lips as he imagines what wet fantasies had you so flustered.

“I— had a dream.” You confess, glancing up into Hotch’s, now dark, brown eyes

“Oh? Why don’t you tell me about it, lovet?” He chides, sitting you back down on the bed and standing above you.

“Was it my fingers?” He starts, sliding his hand up your thighs slowly. You shake your head ‘no.’

“My cock perhaps?” He questions. You shake your head again.

“My tongue, then?” Aaron asks, licking his lips.

You pause and finally, nod gently.

Hotch takes your chin in between his fingers and tilts your head to come eye to eye with him before whispering.

“Dreaming about me eating you out, love? How exciting.” He chuckles, hooking his fingers on your panties and pulling them down your thighs.

“I— I was riding your face.” You admit, feeling your confidence grow.

“I see. Tell me more.” 

“You called me a dirty slut and made me beg for your tongue.” You stammer, gasping as Aaron leans closer and nibbles down your neck.

“You do love it when I call you a little slut don’t you?” 

“Yes, Sir— fuck I do.” You whimper desperately, squeezing your thighs together as you feel your arousal grow.

Hotch smirks at your words. You always loved teasing him by calling him sir, even before you started fucking.

“Then sit on my face poppet, let’s make that dream come true.” Aaron smirks darkly, laying down on the mattress before guiding you into a sitting position on his hips and waiting. Your face must have resembled a tomato because Hotch cocks an eyebrow at you and beckons you forwards. “Don’t be shy darling, you want me to eat that little pussy of yours don’t you?”

You nod shyly and Hotch leans up to place a tender kiss on your lips for a second before lying back down.

Your eyes trail up Aaron’s bare chest, admiring each muscle and scar along his chest and abdomen. You roll your hips teasingly and nibble on your bottom lip when Hotch grabs your hips firmly and narrows his eyes.

“Nice try y/n, but I’m in charge today.” Hotch smirks, watching as you swallow sheepishly and nod. 

You inch upwards slowly, letting your pussy graze Aaron’s chest, watching his eyes drink in your figure.

Once you maneuver yourself over his arms, he catches you off-guard, wrapping his arms around your thighs and jolting you forward onto his mouth.

Your breath hitches and you move your hands to the top of the headboard so you wouldn’t fall. 

Turns out you would need it because once Hotch got his grip he pries your legs apart, he immediately takes your clit into his mouth and flicks the sensitive numb around with his tongue.

“O-Oh fuck.” You moan, moving one of your hands down into Hotch’s soft black hair and pulling gently.

Hotch hums in response sending waves of euphoria up your abdomen and clouding your vision, causing your grip to tighten and your hips to sway.

“S-Sir, please go faster.” You whine, grinding your hips down on Hotch’s tongue only for him to pull you back.

“So impatient, grinding on my tongue like the dirty little slut you are.” He chuckles, licking a soft stripe up your slit.

You whimper needily.

“Please sir-” You pause, your mouth forming into a soft ‘o’ as Aaron’s tongue delves a little deeper.

“Please sir what, love? What do you want?” He taunts, attaching his lips to your clit and sucking on it slowly.

“Oh please sir, f-fuck me with your tongue, you make me feel so so good-” Your breath hitches again as Aaron nibbles on your clit and laughs.

“Now was that so hard, whore?” Hotch snarls, pulling you fully back onto his face again and burying his tongue as deep as he could into your pussy.

You gasp as shivers go down your spine. Hotch’s tongue darts in and out, swirling around your tight hole as his calloused hands rub down your thighs as you grind.

“Oh my god- right there sir, fuck-” You cry, grinding, rolling and bucking your hips, all in an effort to get closer, to feel more.

Your hand leaves Hotch’s hair and travels up your body, you take your breasts into your hands and knead  forcefully sending your pleasure over the top as you feel Hotch’s tongue and moans send shockwaves of ecstasy through every inch of your being.

Your heartbeat pounds in your clit and with every thrust of Hotch’s tongue another moan of pleasure leaves your mouth, mixed perfectly with the sound of his.

The familiar feeling of a burning knot in your stomach begins to poke at you and your hand grasps onto Aaron’s hair.

“Mh- Sir. Oh fuck, Sir I’m close.” You whine, bouncing your hips up and down.

Hotch chuckles and moves one of his hands from your thigh to under your body and positions it under your core.

In one fluid movement he moves his tongue back to your clit and slides two digits up your wet hole, easily pushing them all the way in and starting to curl them, hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“Oh f-fuck. Just like that.” You whimper.

Aaron’s lips release your clit slowly as his fingers continue to pump and curl inside you.

His smirk grows as he watches your desperate form cling onto his hair and roll your hips trying to get more.

“You should see yourself, love. Absolutely pathetic begging for me.” Hotch growls, sliding a third finger into your core.

You whine in response, unable to form a coherent sentence with Aaron’s fingers thrusting in and out of you.

Hotch chuckles darkly and suddenly slams three digits inside you hitting deeper, grazing your cervix and causing you to throw your head back in pure euphoria.

“O-Oh please Sir- I-I’m so close. Please, more.” You beg, bouncing on Hotch’s fingers as the burning tight coil in your stomach edges you closer to release.

“Fuck- were you begging like this in your dream darling? Tell me how much you want it, you dirty slut.” Aaron demands, swirling his tongue around your clit again.

“I need it sir- please, I-I need it so bad, please let me cum.” You whimper, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you inch closer and closer to your release. You were so close, but you needed more.

Hotch smirks into your pussy and begins sucking forcefully on your clit.

He swirls his tongue around, nibbles, sucks, and sends the full force of his moans up your core. 

The waves of ecstacy crash like waves on you, making it difficult to say anything. 

With long digits still pumping and burying themselves deep inside you, curling to hit your g-spot, you throw your head back and curl your toes as you finally whine.

“P-Please, may I cum, sir?”

Hotch picks up the pace in your core and with one final flick of his tongue he commands.

“Cum for me.” 

The coil in your stomach suddenly bursts and white flashes in your vision as a string of incoherent moans leave your mouth. You throw your head back, tighten your grip in Hotch’s hair as your breath comes out in heavy pants.

When your sight returns your legs are shaking, but your hips still sway in a circular motion to ride out your high. Hotch drags his tongue up your slit repeatedly, while his fingers move at a slower pace.

Your clit pulsed each time Aaron ran his tongue over it, and you could tell he was enjoying the small squeak that left your mouth each time.

Once he was cleaning you up and having his fun, he shifts his attention to your thigh where he places a sloppy kiss against it and uses teeth to help him leave a mark.

Feeling all your strength leave your body, you feel yourself fall backwards onto Aaron’s legs, you did your best to slow your fall, but your land with a thud in between Hotch’s outstretched legs.

“Are you alright, love?” He asks, sitting upwards and pulling you back upwards into his arms.

“Mhm, never better.” You sigh, snuggling into his warm chest.

“Was it anything like your dream?” Hotch teases, tenderly caressing his hand down your neck.

“Aaron, it was even better.” You giggle dreamily, wrapping your arms around Hotch’s neck.

“Even better, huh?” He grins smugly, evidently proud of himself.

“Even better.” You sigh, letting him have his moment.

Hotch gives you one of his famous smiles, one you almost never get to see on the job, but one you always see when you’re together. The one that showed a little teeth and spread to his eyes.

“I love you.” He murmurs, leaning into you to rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you more.” You smile, rubbing your nose against his.

“Impossible.” He chuckles, scooting to the edge of the bed before standing and shifting you into a bridal style carry.

“Let’s get you back in bed.” Hotch murmurs, carrying you back to your shared room and tucking you in under the covers.

“I’ll go make some breakfast, rest okay?” Aaron smiles, pressing a slow kiss to your lips.

He pauses as he pulls back, meaning to pull back and leave, but he can’t help but connect your lips for a little longer and feel your fingers run through his hair and down his neck before he breaks the kiss, presses a soft peck to your cheek and walk out the door leaving you flustered, warm and with butterflies in your stomach. 

You would never get tired of that.

[bobateastay]

Hey I saw your ateez requests are open so I was wondering if I could request some soft morning sex with san? I'm a sucker for fluff too so please make it super fluffy too! Thank you so much!

PS. fem reader if you don't mind!

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a/n: hi anon! thank you for giving me a reason to write morning sex, it's one of my favourite things to write ngl <3 i hope this is okay!

choi san x fem!reader

tags - smut, fluff, morning sex

word count: 1.3k

taglist: @formidxble @pikacuuuuuuu @lovely-ateez @sunsethw4

Waking San up was never easy. He wasn't grumpy or a pain but that didn't mean it wasn't difficult to get him out of bed. He was clingy and barely spoke, just wrapping his arms (and legs, if he was in the right position) around you until you gave in and lay down beside him again. Most mornings it was annoying in a way that made you frown for a minute or two, his soft nature quickly melting away your anger. Other mornings it was sweet, his almost-feverish skin against yours making you giggle and smile. And an even tinier fraction of those mornings ended in hushed moans and whimpers, San's cheeks flushed by the time you were laying beside him again, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Today was one of the latter mornings.

“Stay,” San whimpered, grabbing your hand before you’d even gotten out of bed. You turned to look at him from where you were sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at the sight. His eyes were still asleep, cheeks swollen from sleep and lips forming an endearing pout. You stayed still, lacing your fingers with his and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. When you made no move to get back beneath the duvet, San let go of your hand to grab your thigh, eyes finally opening just to squint in the morning light. “C’mere.”

You grinned at how his voice was still croaky from sleep, finally moving to lay beside him again. You were quick to press kisses to his lips, enjoying the way he lazily kissed back the best he could, the corner of his mouth still wet from drool. You moved back just a little, nose a few centimetres away from his as you admired his sleeping features. He was so pretty, you thought to yourself, one hand cupping his cheek. And he was all yours.

When you shifted your position a little San threw one of his legs over both of yours, grinding his crotch forward against yours. A breathy moan escaped his lips as the friction relieved some of the ache between his legs. You giggled then, fingers running through his hair as he continued to grind his hard-on against you, eyes opening once again to watch your expression.

“D’you have a wet dream or something?” you teased, taken aback when he nodded. The thought of him dreaming about you and getting hard in his sleep made your own underwear suddenly uncomfortable, his erection pressing against your lower tummy. “Seriously?”

“It’s not my fault you’re so hot,” he mumbled, getting up and pushing you onto your back, positioning himself above you and kissing you, hungrier than before. His tongue was warm against yours, nose pressing against yours as he tried to tilt his head, movements still a little off from being half-asleep. You grinned against his lips, breaking the kiss when you felt him press his hips down against you again. “Can I?”

“Can you what?” you teased, hands running up and down his sides.

“Can I what- can I make you feel good?” he asked, mocking you with a pout. You nodded, biting your lip when he sat back on his heels, hands moving to squeeze your chest, thumbs rubbing over your nipples. “You’re a tease.”

“Yeah, because you blush easy,” you replied, inhaling sharply when he twisted your nipples.

“I do not,” he muttered, but when you looked up and managed to tear your eyes away from his adorable bedhead you found that he was indeed blushing.

“Sure baby,” you said with a grin, sighing softly when he pulled down your pyjama pants. He stuck his tongue out a little as he used two fingers to gather your wetness and spread it over your clit, admiring the way your hips raised a little at the feeling, legs automatically falling open when he pushed his middle finger into you. He knew your body well enough that one finger was enough to find the right spots inside of you - all he needed was to bend one knuckle to have you whimpering, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Feel good?” he asked, adding another finger when you eagerly nodded. He could feel his precum dripping down his length, glancing down at the boxers he’d fallen asleep in to find a wet spot forming at the head of his dick. After a few more languid flicks of his wrist he pulled his fingers out, wiping them on his thigh before hurriedly opening the bedside drawer’s table to find a condom, not noticing the fond smile that played on your lips.

Seeing the tip of his dick red and wet with precum filled your stomach with butterflies even though you were familiar with the sight by now. The concentrated look on San’s face while he rolled the condom on was adorable, his free hand immediately finding yours when he lined up with your entrance. His eyes met yours in a silent question for consent, the head of his dick pressing into you not a second after you’d nodded your head.

“Shit,” San said through gritted teeth, not even halfway inside of you when he pulled almost all the way out, teasing you with shallow thrusts. Unbeknownst to you he was just trying not to cum quickly, his dick already twitching at the feeling of you around him. Your antsy whines made him giggle, noticing the way you were bucking your hips in an attempt to get him deeper inside of you.”Love you baby.”

“Love you too,” you said, followed by a loud moan when he finally pushed all of himself into you, both of you shuddering at the feeling. “Does it feel better than in your dream?”

He nodded, angling his hips to thrust up into the spot that always made you see stars, your brows pulling together as you squeezed his hand tightly. His breaths came out as small pants and whimpers, eyes focused on yours.

“You’re prettier in real life,” he managed to say, letting his head hang down. “Fuck, ’m gonna cum.”

“Already Sannie?” you asked with a giggle, trying not to give away that you were also close to cumming. San could tell you were bluffing though by the way you clenched down around him. He just nodded, moving a hand to rub your clit. He laughed breathlessly at the lewd sounds that left you, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

Your orgasm was sudden, mouth opening in a silent scream as your back arched, San’s movements unrelenting until you clenched around him.

“Fuck,” he whined as he pulled out and pulled off the condom, jerking himself off over your tummy while you clenched around nothing, thighs still shaking and whimpers still leaving your lips. His cum landed all over your lower tummy, some landing between your tits as he continued to moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You giggled once you’d finally caught your breath, watching the way San pushed the head of his cock through the cum coating your stomach, making a mess of both of you. When you moved to sit up, San let out a quiet groan, laying down on top of you.

“Prince,” you whined, cringing at the feeling of his cum now sticking between both of your stomachs. “We gotta clean up.”

“But you’re so warm,” he mumbled, laying his head on your chest with his chin in his own cum (not that he seemed to mind). You sighed softly, body still limp from your orgasm and heart now fluttering from how sweet he sounded.

“Just don’t fall asleep again,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him.

You should’ve known that when you tried to get up he’d be grumbling for you to lay beside him again.