#it’s so fucking beautiful I fell in love when I heard it for the first time

[channie-binnie]

Real talk, does anyone listen to Novel at all or is it just me. That song is so underrated I see no one talking about it

That song is my fucking favorite of all Stray Kids discography. That is my song omg it’s so beautiful

[scorpiosbite]

the time actress!reader mentioned obx in her interview

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── while the obx cast were together in drew’s hotel room madelyn in her ever obsession of game of thrones brought up that you had mentioned how much you love obx in an interview. causing them to watch the interview together.

𝜗𝜚 pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey

author’s note: this takes place in 2023 during the filming of obx 4 and 3 weeks after the first time they watched the show together. at this point of my timeline the cast have watched the entire first season of game of thrones.

drew was scrolling through his phone, you had followed him back on instagram a week ago and he was on the moon. though he hadn’t messaged you yet. unsure on what to say to you. drew prided himself on being a confident man yet, your ability to make him nervous through a screen was unprecedented.

while stalking your profile for the umpteenth time he found himself wondering about you yet again. your limited amount of posts made you even more intriguing to him. he wondered what kind of person you are. what things made you tick, whether you would stare up at him with those siren eyes, whether you moaned or whimpered during sex, whether your face scrunched up and your mouth hung open as your chest heaved like it did in your sex scene that hasn’t left his brain since the moment he watched it.

just as he fell into a spiral of thoughts about you madelyn spoke up from her seat across the room, drawing the attention of everyone else, and drew was suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone in his room. “oh my fucking god! i forgot to tell you guys!” she was staring down at her phone. but drew was having trouble focusing on her, still consumed in his thoughts of you.

the others, however, had no problem driving their attention to her, so drew remained in his bubble staring at the most recent post on your profile, a vogue magazine cover from three months ago, of you, seated, legs spread on the iron throne with the sword dark sister held in your hands standing between your legs, the crown of aegon the conquerer tilted on your head, the lace thigh high socks with garters disappearing under the skirt of your tight mini dress and the bold red coating your lips enticing him further.

it wasn’t till he heard your name slip from madelyn’s lips, was his attention torn from the captivating sight on his screen. “wait, what you just say?” madelyn smirked “of course, only when i say y/n’s name, do you listen.” drew blushed lightly. but didn’t make the move to defend himself, after all they would be right, he had been distracted from the moment he saw you in all your glory stealing the screen.

“what i was saying that y/n mentioned obx in an interview, just pass me the remote, i’ll show you.” drew’s heart rate spiked, the thought of you having seen him in his element, doing his job, made him self conscious in a way that he wasn’t ready to admit. once madelyn had the video loaded on the screen, drew was once again struck by how effortlessly beautiful you are. dressed in simple black pants and an off-shoulder cream long sleeve top, brown boots disappearing under your pants and simple gold hoop earrings, your brunette hair loose and following in natural waves. drew looked at your empty neck and thought how good you would look if there was a necklace with his initial hanging there, branding you as his.

madelyn skipped through the video until the moment you were talking. the interviewer asked you and your cast-mate what shows you watch during your down time when filming, your voice rang through the silent room and drew was struck once again by how attractive your accent sounded, your british accent deep and sultry but more casual than the tone you use when playing visenya. “oh, well mimi and i love outer banks a lot, to the point where we quote it on set quite often. i think we’ve annoyed everyone.” you laughed and drew thought about how he wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

your cast mate and best friend, mimi who plays arianne martell laughed and agreed and the interviewer who was surprised by your answer said that obx was one of her favourite shows too. your face immediately brightened as you watched her intently as she spoke about the show. what drew would give to have you look at him like that.

madelyn paused the video and drew knew that once everyone had left his room he was going to watch the entire video. “that’s so cool!” jd gasped. “i know right? that’s so crazy that she’s seen our show.” madison replied. but drew couldn’t bring himself to speak, he wondered what you thought of him after watching his performance. he wondered if you had the same all consuming thoughts he had about you, about him.

“i followed her when i first watched the show and she followed me back, but after seeing that clip a week ago i messaged her and we’ve been talking back and forth ever since, she’s so fucking cool, it’s insane. i think we’re friends now!” madelyn raved. “you’re friends with her?!.” drew was baffled, how was madelyn just bringing this up, she has known about his developing crush for weeks. “ah, now you want to chime in drew?” “yes, we’re friends and she’s gonna be in la when we get back so i told her she should come hang out with us, what you guys think?”

drew’s heart felt like it was going a mile a minute, he was gonna meet you. what the fuck.

thank you for all the love on the first part i’m so grateful. and for everyone who wants to be added to the tag list i’m figuring out how to do that so please be patient with me. also please send me asks about this au i would love to do like a drew starkey x actress!reader thoughts thing, but let me know what you thought of this part!

[motomamita]

So...I would like to know if you could make a sequel to Viking!König,IT'S AMAZING AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE MORE (if you want of course)

viking!könig × villager!female!reader

warnings: +18, smut, sex, breeding kink!

viking!könig

you went from being a simple villager girl to becoming the wife of one of the strongest vikings and mother of his children.

your twins had grown enough to be able to spend time without you around, again leaving you time alone to be with König. the other vikings played with your children, teaching them to fight and letting them win in each round. soon you had to make them their own fighting clothes and wooden swords.

"my wife, let the kids have fun on the beach."

you let your twins play in the sand, building sand castles and marrying fish with their custom-made tridents. they were on the beach where they used to return after long trips, there they had a small camp set up.

"i need time with my beautiful wife."

you knew what he meant, König couldn't spend much time without being inside you. you went to your improvised room among the trees, surrounded by nature and away from the other vikings. König made a sign to his right hand, ordering him to take care of his children and not to disturb him.

when you were far away, König didn't wait any longer and brought you closer to him. he gave you a messy kiss, using his tongue and playing with yours while his large hands touched your entire body through your clothes. you clung to him, stroking his long hair and clinging closer to him.

with ease he grabbed you by the waist and put you in doggy style, making sure you fell onto the soft blankets on the floor. He lifted your skirt made of bear leather, hunted by him and made by you, and brought his mouth to your pussy. he lick and suck your intimacy as if there were no tomorrow, making your legs tremble with pleasure.

desperate, he took his thick cock out of his pants and placed it at your entrance, fucking you slowly. his hands gripped your hips, his balls slapping against your clit as you moaned in pleasure.

"come on, precious, give me another child.."

you moaned in pleasure, eager to fulfill your husband's wishes and give him a new child, this time a girl.

könig growled into your ear, increasing his thrusts as his hands went to your breasts hidden under your shirt. his cock made room inside you, hitting your most sensitive spot and blinding you with so much pleasure.

just when you least expect it, König ended up inside you.

as if the gods had heard his prayers, your belly gradually grew in the following weeks. and on the least expected day on your bed on the ship, you gave birth to his first daughter.

[oldermenfucker]

Mama’s Boy | J. Abbot

summary: Your son interrupts you and your husband’s “fun” time every time Jack gets his hands on you. Tonight he’s had enough.

warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, Jack’s getting cockblocked and he doesn’t like it ONE BIT lmao, your son is around 4-5years old, mom!reader & boy dad!Jack, totally inspired by Shawn Hatosy’s tweet about how he is so thankful for his (asshole) sons and his hot beautiful wife lol, English isn’t my first language<3

word count: 2k+

an: so this happened today… THE QUESTION IS: should I write a Robby version of it but with girl dad!Robby and sexually frustrated!reader??? YES OR NO?🤭

Reblogs & comments are always appreciated💕

Four months, twenty-two days, eleven hours.

  Not like Jack is keeping count or something, but those numbers? They are driving him nuts. 

  Four months, twenty two days and eleven hours without fucking you. Yes, he is using the ‘hush! He’s too young to learn this word!’ curse, because this kid… this fucking kid is interrupting him every single time he thinks he can get his hands on you.

  Somehow, you are always interrupted by the magical word of ‘Mama!’ Bouncing off the walls anytime he corners you against the wall, his hot mouth covering yours as he almost gets what he wants.

  But no. His own kid, the son he created with you, the very baby he would burn the entire world down for has to become a pain in his ass. Jack loves his son so much to the point you tease him about turning your little boy into a spoiled brat, but he just waves you off and keeps doing what he does.

  As much as he loves his son, his body and heart ache to hold you, whether it is cuddling, showering together, or enjoying a moment of peace on the couch with tea in his hands. 

  But his son has to be a total mama’s boy.

  He doesn’t fault the kid; you are magnificent, the most beautiful woman he has had the honor of meeting, the most perfect wife anyone could ask for, the mom of the year. He understands why this little boy is so enamored by you, but his patience has its limits.

  One time, he was so pent up after a rough shift that all he needed was to smother you with his weight and cling to you all day like a koala, but his precious son had a stomachache that needed to be taken care of.

  Another time you were wearing nothing but his shirt on, swaying to soft music while you cooked dinner for him after you put your son down on his night off, and it was the second most beautiful scene he had ever seen — the first being you on your wedding day — and you looked so soft and full of warmth that he wanted to do nothing but feel you thoroughly.

  But even then, his son woke up thirsty, and you had to jump off the counter when he had you with your legs wrapped around his hips and his tongue down your throat. And Jack to his delight watched as you kissed the baby’s hair and picked him up, walking over to Jack to grab a glass and fill it with water — He loved this sight, so pure and beautiful, but in that moment he wished he could have had all your attention even for a second.

  The last straw was when he arrived home after his rough night shift, checking on the little gremlin first before he pads into the room, finding you snuggling his pillow with the tightest tank top known to mankind and shorts that barely covered the curve of your ass.

  He had stripped himself off of his scrubs as soon as possible, kissing his way up from your ankle to your thighs and your shoulders, his heavy hands caressing your soft skin with anticipation. 

  You hummed and smiled sleepily, turning around in his arms to kiss him, but as soon as you wanted to do, you heard the soft whimpering ‘Mama?’ Coming from the doorway, making Jack groan and drop next to you on the bed, watching as his son shyly crawled his way between your arms, mumbling a soft ‘I felt lonely��� before he fell asleep.

  Jack has endured four damned months of having a hard on that he had to take care of with his own hand, but enough is enough. He will change that tonight.

  “I can’t believe you are ditching your shift on Ellis to take us out!” You laugh softly, putting on the red lipstick Jack so adores while he closes the door to your son’s room as he takes his afternoon nap before you leave for the restaurant Jack made reservations at.

  “Not ditching, sweetheart,” he walks into your shared bedroom to put his own clothes on, “Just letting my senior resident and the new attendee have their fun running the ER.”

  “Don’t be surprised when you go and find the floor on fire, babe,” you reply, putting on the new earrings you bought just for the occasion, not noticing the heavy look Jack is giving you.

  He is dying, he must be, because goddamn he can’t breathe as he watches you pull the fabric of your black dress up your thighs, giving him a nice view of your asscheeks hanging out from the thong you decided to wear for the occasion.

  He doesn’t reply, he can’t, because he is so busy gawking at you. Jack doesn’t even bother with dressing fully as he waltzes inside the bathroom you are getting ready in with his belt undone and the fly of his pants open, chest fully on display.

  He shuts the door behind him as quietly as possible to not wake the little demon up from his power nap, locking it as well just in case.

  You notice him through the mirror, giving him a confused smile as he stalks closer, his hands immediately on your hips. Jack rests his chin on your shoulder, pressing a kiss on your skin as he drags his eyes over your body, groaning while he takes you in.

  “What’s gotten into you?” You lean back into his chest, resting your hands on top of his as he wraps them around your waist, kissing you from your jaw to your collarbone.

  “I miss my wife,” his words come in a rush, and he turns you around in a blink of an eye, making you gasp as he grabs the back of your thighs, picking you up before he lowers you on the edge of the bathroom sink, “And I need her now.”

  You moan lowly, biting your lip when he attaches his lips to your neck, sucking and biting every inch he can get his lips on. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, legs spreading with a tap on the outside of your thigh so he can make room between them with ease.

  “That kid better be dreaming, cause I ain’t stopping if he wants to interrupt,” he whispers sucking on the thin skin of your lips as he pushes your dress up around your waist, growling at the sight of the thong you are wearing, “Fucking hell, sweetheart—“

  “Please, Jack,” you pout, wiggling to the edge while you press your heels into his butt to bring him closer, gasping when the cold metal of his belt rests against your heated thigh.

  “Don’t beg me,” he grins, pushing his pants down with his boxers until his cock is out, heavy and needy to be inside you before he reaches between your bodies, pushing the tiny cloth out of his way, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes…”

  You can feel your face heating up when he finds out just how wet you are, dripping for him as if you are just as pent up as he is. The realization hits him like a truck, making his pulse quicken and his cock throbbing in anticipation.

  “Jack, we don’t have too much time—“

  “Don’t remind me, I’m trying not to make any sound that might be loud enough to wake him up,” he puts his hands on your waist, his hazel eyes staring at your face when you reach down to stroke his cock a few times before lining up the thick head with your soaked entrance.

  “Shit— fuck-baby…” You mewl as he pushes inside, stretching you out and filling you to the brim, making home inside your warm walls with ease, “So so good.”

  “That damn kid,” he growls, pressing his lips to yours when you whine loudly as he starts thrusting into, dragging his cock in and out of you in a quick pace, “I didn’t have you for months, he better not wake up now.”

  “You’re jealous of your own kid?” You squeal when he angles his hips just the right way to hit your sweet spot, having your head dizzy and hazy as he fucks you faster and harder.

  “I’m jealous of anyone who spends more time with you than I can ever do—“ he knows he is not envious of his own kid, it would be ridiculous, but also he wants his wife all to himself for fifteen minutes at least, and he was not getting that for four fucking months.

  You cling to him, nails scratching his freckled skin, leaving red angry marks all over his back while he buries his face into your neck, nibbling on your pulse point as he fucks you harder into oblivion.

  “Please, please, pleaseplease—“ you stutter over your words when his finger comes down to rub your clit, making your legs shake around his hips as he moves harder, nearing his own orgasm.

  The white hot pleasure crashes into your veins, having both of you quiver in each other’s embrace as you gush around his length and he shoots his warm sticky cum deep into you.

  Jack quickly silences you with pressing his lips to yours, muffling your loud moan and his deep groan in an instant as he finally finally releases all the pent-up lust, his shoulders relaxing after months of torture.

  Just when he rests his forehead on yours and tries to catch his breath, his ears perk up at the sound of the soft, slow footsteps.

  “Mama?”

  “Fuckin’ hell—“ he tips his head back and you take this as your cue to lean down and kiss his throat, caressing his jaw before you urge him to pull out of you, “He is too punctual for his age.”

  “He just hates pervy men around his mama.” he glares at you playfully when you reply, pecking your lips before he tucks himself back into his pants quickly before your son comes into your bedroom, helping you hop down from the sink, “He’s all yours, Jack.”

  “With pleasure,” he winks at you, and in an instant, you know he is going to say something to keep you alone in the house for the rest of the night.

  “Hey, bud,” Jack says as he finds your son on the bed, clutching his little bear in his hands, his feet dangling from the edge of the mattress, “What are you up to?”

  “I had a nightmare,” the baby mumbles, looking at Jack with those big, wide eyes, making his heart clench in despair.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry, little guy. C’mere,” Jack picks his son up, sitting against the headboard as the little boy cuddles into his chest, sniffing a little before Jack starts rocking him slowly, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

  “No,” his son shakes his head, pressing himself tightly into his old man’s arms, “Will we go out now?”

  “Would you like to go out, buddy? We can always stay and order something,” Jack softly strokes the little boy’s head, kissing the crown of his head. “What do you say? Pizza night with mama and daddy?”

  “And SpongeBob!” Suddenly, the boy sits up, beaming with his little teeth at his dad, making Jack laugh and nod.

  “Yup, Pizza and SpongeBob!” They both turn around when you step outside the bathroom, makeup removed after hearing them change the plans, and the dress replaced with a pair of pajamas, “Look who’s here.”

  “Mama!” 

  “Yes, baby boy?” You crawl next to them, lying on the bed with your arms stretched out, and to your delight, Jack and your son both snuggle into you — somehow Jack manages to fit himself into the embrace, “Family night, yeah?”

  “Oh, definitely,” he grabs the back of your neck to pull you down, kissing you softly before he chuckles when your son makes a gagging noise, trying to separate you from Jack.

  “Ew!”

  “She was mine first,” Jack glares at the boy, and he glares back, both too interwoven into this playful banter to notice you looking at them with soft eyes.

  “No! She is my mama!”

[flux1563]

Wildest Dream ft Sana

*Last fic before hiatus

Words : 5.5k

Tags : BBC, size kink, pussy gape, creampie, squirting.

Sana was a girl, she had hourglass body, big boobs, and big ass, every man in korea want her to be her girlfriend, but sana have a secret  she want to got fucked by BBC. 

Someday, when she was in a club, her eyes meet one black man, his body was tall, Sana was attracted to him. 

“Hi, I am Sana, what is your name?” Sana said while her eyes stared at him with a flirty. 

“My name is y/n” he replied to Sana. 

After introducing themselves, they started dancing together, and as time went on, the dance became more and more sensual and seductive toward Y/N.

After introducing themselves, they began to dance together. Slowly, their movements became more sensual and seductive toward him.

He responded in kind, matching the teasing energy in their dance. With a sly smile, he took their hand and let it rest on Sana’s lower back, pulling her just a little closer.

“You are good at this” he said. “neither are you” Sana replied to y/n statements. 

Because of Sana sensual and erotic dance that keep teasing him, he start kissing her lips, the start of their kiss was full of love at first but as the time goes y/n kiss grew more dominant and Sana unable to follow his pace.

As their kissing session ended, he whispered to Sana "end it tonight, let's go to my apartment". Sana who heard it felt her heart beating fast. 

The moment they entered the elevator, y/n started kissing sana's lips with a brutal desire to possess sana completely. He started holding sana's ass and carried her, sana's legs wrapped around his waist, their kiss continued until they arrived at the doorstep of y/n's apartment. They opened the apartment door loudly.

When they were inside the apartment, y/n pushed Sana up against the wall and kissed her on the lips. Slowly his kisses went down to her neck, there was a small sigh "ahhh" While his hands squeezed Sana's breasts and there was another sigh "ahhh.”

He broke the kiss, with a strong force he tore off her dress in one fell swoop. Sana displayed her beautiful body, her breasts covered in a red bra, and her pussy covered in a black G-string.

Y/n began to unclip her bra, her pink nipples already hard. Wasting no time he began to suck on her nipple ferociously while his hand squeezed her other breast.

Sana felt incomparable pleasure as he began to play his tongue around her nipples "so good ahhhh keep going". Hearing sana's words made him even more horny he began to bite slowly on sana's nipple, sana let out a slightly loud sigh "AHHHHH".

His hand that had been squeezing her breasts began to descend to meet the folds in her thigh "you're already wet", she just nodded.

His finger was great, "keep going" Sana spoke breathlessly as she felt his finger rubbing against her pussy which made her feel a sense of pleasure. 

Sana feels like she's about to reach her peak when he sucks her nipples hard, while at the same time his hand rubs her clit. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, continue y/n....AHHHHH" Sana moans loudly as her orgasm reaches its peak, her squirt starts to come out of her pussy making y/n's hand wet.

"Fuck, your finger is so great, I can't hold it any longer" Sana spoke while trying to catch her breath, but he didn't care about that, he started to release the g-string attached to Sana. 

Her pussy was very very beautiful, there was no hair covering it, the color was pink, without warning y/n inserted two fingers into her pussy very easily because of the squirting she had just experienced, she could feel his fingers touching her g-spot, "keep going, yes right there" Sana said in a breathless manner and suddenly y/n's mouth approached her clitoris and licked it. 

The sensation of his two fingers going in and out of her pussy quickly and always touching her g spot coupled with his tongue that kept dancing on her clitoris overwhelmed Sana she sighed very loudly "ahhhhhh...... Ahhhhhh....this is too much.... I can't take it anymore", but he didn't care, he even increased the speed with his finger making her squirt once in relief with her legs shaking violently, her body trembling, her mouth opened very wide like an 'O' he pulled his finger then started drinking all the squirting liquid that came out of her pussy. 

"Ahhhh.... Ahhhhh.... Ahhh it's so amazing y/n" Sana spoke breathlessly, "is it delicious?" He asked her, Sana replied "yes it was very good, it was the biggest orgasm of my life". 

sana's legs could not hold her body she began to fall slowly, she got on her knees her body was still shaking violently, suddenly y/n took off his pants showing his dick which measured 12 inches with a girth of 6 inches.

Sana who saw his dick felt a pounding feeling "it's so big, can I take it?" Sana whispered to herself, Sana ventured to ask "how long is it?", he answered "12 inches long and 6 inches girth". Sana who heard it was surprised, she did want to be fucked by a big black cock, but she did not expect it to be this big. 

She asked back with a ragh "can i take it?", "you can definitely" Y/n replied. 

Y/n started to lead Sana "open your mouth". Sana did as she was told, she started to open her mouth wide and started to insert her tip. Y/n pushed her slowly, making her jaw stretched to the limit. Sana could feel when his dick entered her mouth slowly, her mouth felt very full. "Arghhh so warm and wet" "Keep going, you are doing very well, good girl". Sana's cheeks flushed at the compliment, her heart pounding at the praise.

When Sana has adapted to the dick in her mouth, y/n grabs her long hair and moves her head so fast and rough. "Ahhh Sana, fuck, your mouth is so great, your throat is so tight" She moaned in pleasure as her head moved so fast. Sana felt her jaw start to ache, but when she heard y/n moaning in pleasure she didn't dare slow down the tempo. 

"Glukkk......glukkkk....glukk" was the only sound that came out of there mouth. 

"I want to cum, I will soon fill your throat" Y/N said. Sana choked as he shot his sperm down her throat, she choked. Y/n pulled his dick out, Sana immediately coughed and tried to catch her breath, her mouth was still wide open due to the penetration of his dick, releasing saliva mixed with semen. 

"I'm sorry, I tried to swallow it all, but the sperm you released was too much plus your super big dick made it difficult for me to swallow it completely" Sana spoke while panting.

"It's okay, you've become a good girl by being able to put my whole cock in your mouth" Y/n said while stroking Sana's head gently and lovingly, she felt very loved by his treatment.

Y/n teased the nipple, pinching it lightly, "ahhhh" Sana spoke with a trembling body. "You like my touch ?” Y/n said.

Sana nodded, then y/n whispered to Sana while playing with her nipples continuously 

"say what you want slut, say it well".

"Please, fuck me, I want more daddy" Sana spoke with her body still shaking. 

"Alright, now get all on four" He gave her the order, Sana immediately did as she was told, her ass immediately lifted up, she rested on her knees and hands. 

He could see her pussy dripping liquid onto the floor, "are you horny yet?" He asked while touching her clitoris. "Ahhhh.... I'm already horny as hell, please give me your cock" Sana spoke with a sigh of pleasure.

Y/n did not just obey what Sana wanted, he sank two fingers into Sana's pussy, "AHHHHHH....... That's very delicious, that's right there continue" Sana said as his finger touched her G-Spot point, "do you want to come out? Tell me what you want there" He said. "Yes, I am....I'm going to come out, I'm going to squirt ahhhh.... " Sana answered his question. Y/n kept moving his finger inside Sana's pussy, his finger knew which spot Sana wanted and Sana screamed so loud her voice echoed throughout the room "I CUM.... I'M SQUIRTING IN YOUR HAND....THIS IS TOO INTENSE AHHHHHHHH". Sana's body shook violently, she squirted liquid onto his fingers. 

Y/n let Sana catch her breath, when her breathing became regular she stood up from behind. Sana could see a dick with 12 inches long and 6 inches girth standing right in front of her pussy entrance. 

He pushed his dick in with a single stroke, his dick entering easily due to Sana's squirting juices. Sana's pussy stretched to the limit, she felt her pussy filled to the brim with the big black cock, his cock touching all the insides of her pussy without exception. 

"AHHHHHHHH...... THIS IS SO GREAT, YOUR dick IS FILLING MY pussy SO FULLY" Sana screamed loudly, her body trembling and her legs shaking violently. 

"I WILL BE SQUIRTING AGAIN AHHHHHH" Sana continued her screams, her pussy squirting again, but could not get out of her pussy because y/n's dick did not give the slightest space. 

"You're out already? I just put my dick in" Y/n said. "You are such a whore for big black dicks" he added. 

"Fuckk...your pussy is so tight Sana" He spoke. Y/n started moving her hips back and forth, "AHHHH.... AHHHHHH VERY BIG FUCK" Sana sighed in pleasure, "I keep orgasming without stopping because of your big black cock", "I didn't expect it to be this good" Sana spoke with a trembling mouth. 

Without Sana telling him, he already knew that Sana was orgasming non-stop as he moved, he could feel his dick getting very wet every time he moved and Sana's pussy was clamping down very tightly. 

"Fuck, your pussy is so tight, you really are a slut Sana" Y/n said, Sana just kept sighing. 

Suddenly Sana was surprised when Y/n's hand lifted up and slapped her ass very hard, "AHHH IT HURTS" Sana said in a slightly loud voice, "But you feel good right when I slap your ass hard?" She asked Sana, "I can feel your pussy clamp even tighter when I slap your ass".

"YEAH I LIKE IT A LOT, SLAP MY ASS... AHHHH" Sana spoke with the pleasure she was getting. Y/N's hand kept slapping her ass relentlessly, each slap brought Sana to orgasm and he could see on Sana's ass a big red hand print. 

"Keep going y/n, pound me harder" Sana spoke, hearing sana's words made y/n even more savage. He continued pounding into Sana's pussy very hard "You like that slut? Tell me what you feel" He said to Sana. Sana answered his question "Yes, I do, I like it, I can see your cock bulging in my belly." ..... Ahhhhhh..... Ahhhh". 

Y/N's hand pulled Sana's hair, making her head thrown back, her movements became more savage and wild. "How many orgasms did you have slut ?" He said, Sana replied "I don't know, I can't count.... Ahhhhh..... Your stamina is like a monster". "I don't have the stamina of a monster, we've only been fucking for 5 minutes" he said back. 

After 10 minutes of fucking, finally y/n reached her peak "I'm going to cum Sana, tell me where you want me to cum?". Sana replied "Ahhhhh..... Inside.... I want to feel your semen filling my womb"

Y/N's movements were getting faster, her hands were still holding Sana's hair gripping it tightly, Sana's eyes rolled back, her mouth was wide open, saliva was falling from her mouth all because of the pleasure she was getting. The long-awaited moment arrived y/n pushed his dick deeply spurting all his seed into Sana's womb. "AHHHHHHHH....... SO MUCH CUM" Sana screamed "I can feel it filling my womb".

Y/n pulled out his dick from inside Sana's pussy, she could feel the emptiness in her pussy. Sana fell to the floor, her pussy finally squirting violently and freely. Her pussy opened very wide like an "O" Sperm flowed out of her pussy while her pussy was squirting for a very long time. 

Sana's mouth was wide open, she was unable to open her eyes her body was trembling and shaking violently. "Ahhh this is too much, too delicious ahhhh" Sana said with a slow voice pussynga continued squirting even though there was no dick in it.

Sana seemed to faint for a moment, when she was able to open her eyes she saw y/n who was looking at her from the side "how long have I been unconscious" Sana said, "about 10 minutes, for 10 minutes also your pussy kept squirting" Y/n replied. 

Sana's cheeks were flushed, she was very embarrassed now. "What are you feeling there?" Y/n asked, "I.... I felt so great, the orgasm you gave me was so intense, I can still feel my pussy clapping from the emptiness you left" Sana replied.

"This is the biggest orgasm I've ever had,” Sana said "even your dick is the biggest dick I've ever felt, before it was probably only one fourth the size of yours," Sana added "even from a dick that is only one quarter of yours I've had a great orgasm”

Y/n felt proud of Sana's inner confession. He asked back to there "now do you think you will be able to feel the same pleasure if it is from a dick that is only a quarter of me?", "No, I won't be able to get it anymore, I only belong to you, I am a slave to your big black dick" Sana replied.

"So now, you are a slave to my cock right? Y/n asked and Sana just nodded weakly. 

"Now I will ask you to ride me" He said. Sana's eyes opened in shock, how could this guy still want to fuck her, how much sperm was still in him, how much stamina did he have?. 

Sana spoke "please, I can't take it anymore, give me mercy". He shook his head as he said "slaves must obey their masters, right?". Sana just nodded weakly and said "But, I can't take it anymore, I can't". "But I don't care Sana, I will make love to you until morning, the night is still long for us." He said. Instantly Sana's heart shook violently, "Until morning he said? It's only 12 at night, does that mean he's going to keep pounding my pussy until 6 in the morning?" Sana said in her heart. 

Sana wanted to reject him hard but she knew she couldn't, she could feel her pussy hungry for y/n's cock. Sana finally nodded in agreement. He lay on the floor with his dick already standing erect. Sana crawled to where he was lying, Sana's legs had given out from the pleasure she was getting. She began to climb on top of his body, she forced her legs to support her, she directed the entrance of her pussy right above his dick which was already standing upright. As she began to lower her pussy slowly and felt the tip of his dick touch her pussy she sighed "Ahhhh", her body was still very sensitive. Because of his impatience he spread Sana's legs with his hands forcibly and suddenly, Sana's pussy went down instantly swallowing his dick whole in one motion. "AHHHHHHHHHH Y/N IT IS TO MUCH" Sana screamed, because of his actions, Sana had returned to orgasm from the initial penetration. 

"Now, ride me properly, show me how slutty you are" He said.

Sana began to move slowly, her pussy was still very sensitive, not even her whole body was still very sensitive to his touch. She began to move up and down slowly while sighing softly "ahhhh.... Ahhhhh.... Ahhh". He looked there from down there while lying down and said "you are so great slut, your pussy is even still tight". Sana could no longer cover her feelings, her cheeks flushed when she heard his praise. His hands did not remain silent he squeezed both of Sana's breasts simultaneously and occasionally pinched her nipples. "Ahhh y/n..... this is so good, keep playing with both my breasts" Sana spoke with pleasure. He knew that there body was still very sensitive he could feel Sana orgasming endlessly from his touch on her breasts. 

Because Sana's movements were so slow, he couldn't wait long. He grasped there waist tightly and began to move Sana's waist savagely and wildly. "Ahhhh y/n so good, this is too much, this is too delicious" Sana moaned so loudly. "If this keeps up, I'm going to squirt" Sana spoke to him. But y/n didn't care he continued to dominate Sana's movements, finally he felt his dick wet once inside Sana's pussy. "AHHHHHH.... AHHH.... SO GOOD" Sana spoke with her body shaking violently, eyes rolled back and mouth wide open. "Is it good slut?" He asked, Sana just nodded weakly. Without waiting for Sana's breathing to be regular he continued to move his hips quickly, his dick did not stop going into the deepest and most sensitive part of her pussy. Sana could only sigh "AHH HHHHH ... AHHHHH..... AHHHH". She kept sighing as she got pleasure from him. "I will cum too" He said. While moving her hips fast and hard, Sana's sighs were uncontrollable. 

"I cum..." He said as Sana's sigh echoed in the air "AHHHH......SPERMA Y/N FILLING MY WOMB AGAIN". Sana fell instantly onto his chest, her breasts and head pressed against his chest. 

Sana and Y/n remained lying down for a moment, trying to catch their breath. His dick still inside her, he kissed her on the forehead and then proceeded to kiss her on the lips very erotically. Sana could feel the feeling of being loved so much, she started crying because she got so much love from him. 

His dick finally pulled out of her pussy leaving a void and his sperm started to flow from her pussy. Sana pleaded weakly to him "let me rest and sleep for a while". "Alright I'll let you rest for a while" He said softly while kissing Sana's lips and forehead. Before falling asleep Sana said "Thank you y/n for the pleasure you gave me". Sana immediately fell asleep on his chest. Not even 5 minutes since her sleep suddenly Sana's body shook, Sana started squirting again while falling asleep. 

Sana woke up from her sleep, she saw him hugging her while awake."Are you awake?"He asked and kissed her lips again.Sana felt the warmth in the embrace and also the kiss from him."You've been asleep for more than 30 minutes, I think you're ready for the next round," he said.Sana nodded in agreement and replied, "Yes, I'm ready. Use me as you please, fill my womb with your sperm until you run out.”

He carried Sana from behind, her back meeting his chest.He headed towards the window, and Sana could see the city view at night through the window. He lowered Sana and said, "I will make love to you from behind. "Sana's heart raced upon hearing his words, he began to lower Sana and spread her legs as wide as possible.

He started inserting his dick slowly.Sana felt an incredible sensation as the head of his dick touched the entrance of her pussy. Sana bit her lip and her eyes rolled back as his dick began to fully enter her.Sana let out a moan, "ahhhh....".He started moving his hips slowly and said, "How can your pussy still be so tight after several sessions of lovemaking?" Sana replied, "That's because your cock is so big, my pussy has opened up a lot since you first inserted your dick.”.

"Do you like it, Sana?" He asked, Sana replied, "Yes, I like it, I can feel your big black dick bulging against my stomach.". 

"Are you a whore for my big black cock?"He asked again, Sana replied again, "Yes, I am a slave to your big black dick, now fuck me hard y/n.”

He lifted Sana's legs into the air and began to increase the tempo of his movements. Sana moaned intensely, feeling her pussy about to orgasm again, "AHHHH..... YES, RIGHT THERE, KEEP GOING, I'M GOING TO CUM, I'M GOING TO ORGASM." Suddenly, Sana's body trembled violently, she began squirting from her pussy, she could see from the reflection in the apartment window how her pussy opened wide with his dick going in and out and how her pussy started to release a large amount of squirting fluid flooding the floor.

Without waiting for Sana to catch her breath, he continued his hard and fast pace, the sound of their skin slapping against each other echoing throughout the room. Sana no longer knew how many orgasms she had experienced, she saw herself through the reflection in the apartment window, her pussy squirting every time he moved, attending to every part inside her, her mouth wide open in silence, her saliva starting to drip onto the floor from the pleasure she felt.

Sana felt his dick getting bigger, she screamed "ahhhhh...... Your dick is getting bigger.....I can't hold it anymore," he said, "Let's cum together, Sana." His hand went down to her clitoris and started playing around her clitoris. It didn't take long, Sana trembled violently, her body leaning against the apartment window, her pussy squirting liters of fluid. When Sana trembled violently, he began to ejaculate into Sana's pussy, filling every part of her pussy without exception.When he had ejaculated all his seed into Sana's womb, he pulled out his dick, and he saw that Sana's pussy couldn't contain all the seed he had planted; some of it came out of her pussy. Sana felt her pussy twitching intensely once there was no dick inside her.

He inserted two fingers into Sana's pussy, moistening his fingers with the mixture of fluids inside her. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and brought them to Sana's mouth. "Lick it, slut, taste it," he commanded. Sana immediately stuck out his tongue, licking his fingers clean.

Sana's legs could no longer hold up, and she slowly fell to her knees.He turned Sana's body to face him.when she turned around, Sana's face immediately faced his still hard dick. "Clean up the mess you've made, you slut," he commanded Sana. Sana immediately opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue, and licked his cock, occasionally inserting the entire cock into her throat. Sana continued that movement until his dick was completely clean.

"Good girl," he said to Sana, "let's move on to the next round. "He carried Sana and brought her to the dining table. Sana lay on the table with her legs wide open, her breath still panting.Sana's pussy was still wide open, the fluid from her pussy mixed with his semen continuously flowing out. He buried his face in her pussy and started licking her pussy slowly. Sana moaned as she felt an extraordinary sensation when his tongue touched her pussy, "ahhhh.....", her body was still very sensitive. His tongue kept licking her pussy, cleaning her pussy until it was spotless. His tongue moved more wildly, entering her pussy and starting to lick the inside of her pussy. Sana moaned loudly, "yes, keep going y/n, ahhhhhh...... This feels so good. "Sana pulled his hair, pushing his head deeper as she wanted to orgasm again. "I cum.......This is too much.......I can't take it anymore”. Sana sighed and spoke with difficulty.

Sana is squirting, he tries to drink all of her squirting fluid. But her squirting was too much and he couldn't take it all, so his face was wet from the liquid Sana sprayed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Sana said breathlessly, "I couldn't control it, it was too much, too pleasurable. "It's okay, this time I'll forgive the whore, "he said to Sana. He stood positioning his dick in front of Sana's pussy. He rubbed his dick against the entrance of Sana's pussy. Sana let out a soft "ahhhh," she felt a sensation of pleasure. He kept doing that which made her suffer. "Quickly put it inside my pussy, daddy," she said to him. "Ask nicely, whore!" He commanded Sana firmly. "Please..... Put your big black dick into my pussy, don't torture me any further," Sana pleaded for mercy from him. "Do it again properly, I'm not satisfied yet." He said to her. "Put your big black dick inside me, I need it, my pussy is hungry for your dick, please don't torture me any further my master," Sana pleaded once again.

"Alright, I will grant your request," he said to her. With a single motion, he easily inserted his dick into her pussy. "Ahhhh, this is so deep, it feels like your dick is penetrating all the way here." Sana gasped, feeling his dick penetrate her very deeply while pointing towards her stomach. He upon hearing it, smiled with pride and began moving his hips with wild motions. Sana felt this was different from the session of making love in front of the window. When in front of the window, every thrust was filled with love and passion. But now his movements seem filled with hunger and dominance."AHHHH...... YES...... THIS IS SO GOOD Y/N....... KEEP GOING" Sana shouted loudly.

Sana's condition remains the same as before, her pussy easily orgasms with every movement of his dick inside her. "You like this, right? Do you like it when my dick is inserted into your pussy?” He spoke to her. Sana could only nod, her voice gone from constantly moaning and screaming. "Answer, whore!" He commanded Sana, "Yes….., i...... Like... It.... Daddy" Sana spoke haltingly and her voice was hoarse.

He kept accelerating his movements. That made Sana unable to think clearly, she just kept moaning and shouting his name endlessly. "Your pussy is tightening again, Sana," he said to her. "Yes, I want to squirt again," she replied to him. "Don't cum until you get my permission," he said, and Sana nodded to show her obedience. Sana was almost going crazy, holding back her orgasm with the large black dick continuously thrusting in and out of her pussy, it was truly pleasurable. Sana started pulling her own hair, she bit her lip too."Please daddy, let me cum, I can't hold it any longer," Sana said.

"It's not the right time yet," he replied to Sana's question."Ahhh... Ahhhh.. Ahhh... " Sana moaned, "please..... Forgive me..... I want to cum" Sana pleaded once again. "No, wait a little longer, I will cum too," he replied. A moment for him is a very long time for Sana, Sana can't hold it any longer ."NOW" He shouted to her. Her body arched back, her legs trembled violently, her eyes rolled back, and her mouth opened wide, saying "AHHHHHHHHHHH." Sana moans might be heard outside the apartment.

Her pussy started to hurt, she looked at her pussy and saw that it was very wide and starting to turn red, even her clitoris was swollen. Sana didn't know what would happen if y/n still had the stamina to have sex, maybe she would faint and wouldn't be able to walk properly for days.Just as he suspected, when he pulled out his dick, Sana felt her pussy twitching. Her pussy kept contracting and expanding continuously, accompanied by the fluids flowing from her pussy without stopping. When Sana was able to catch her breath, his hand immediately teased her swollen clitoris again, and Sana felt her clitoris become extremely sensitive to touch. Even with just one touch, she moaned and squirted very intensely. "Wow, you are amazing, squirting immediately as soon as I touch you," he said to Sana while continuing to play with her clitoris. "From now on, I want you to count every time you squirt," he commanded Sana.Sana nodded weakly, "ahhh...... One..... Two.... Three" Sana spoke while counting the squirting she received. Sana continued to count with difficulty, this time his middle and ring fingers delving into her pussy from the inside, while his thumb continuously teased her clitoris. "Twelve....... Thirteen....... Fifteen" Sana was still counting how much she was squirting on his fingers. "Twenty five.......AHHHH" Sana was still counting.Until finally, Sana could no longer think after the twenty-fifth squirting; she just opened her mouth wide, her eyes rolled back, and her body arched back accompanied by intense vibrations.

Sana no longer knows how many she has gone out with now, maybe 50? 100? Or even more. Sana felt her pussy squirting faster as time went by.

When he felt satisfied torturing Sana with his fingers.Y/n took Sana to the bathroom. The bathroom would be a great place to fuck Sana until she passes out. In the bathroom, Sana was forced to stand facing the mirror, her legs were about to give up, her hands gripping the sink to help her body stay upright.

He positioned himself behind Sana, his hands caressing her ass. She felt a stinging sensation when his hand rubbed her ass, all because of the slap on her ass during the previous session. Suddenly, without warning, his hand slapped Sana's firm assocks very hard, the sound of the slap echoing in the bathroom.Sana felt her ass were very sore, but due to the peak of arousal, her body slowly began to enjoy the slaps. With one thrust, he inserted his dick back into her pussy, Sana moaned softly, lacking the voice and strength to moan loudly, "ahh...." Sana sighed softly. As soon as his dick fully entered her pussy, Sana's hands and legs could no longer bear the weight of her body, and she almost fell if his hands hadn't quickly held her stomach to help her stand.

He remained y/n with his dominance, his stamina like a sex monster, he kept pounding her pussy relentlessly, making her squirt continuously.Sana's eyes could no longer open, she just surrendered to every thrust from his dick that was able to make her see stars. Sana fainted at that moment, the last thing she remembered was his growling voice while he continued thrusting his dick into her pussy without stopping.

After 10 minutes, he finally released his seed into Sana's pussy.Even though Sana was still unconscious, her body remained responsive to touch. During the 10-minute session of intercourse, Sana's pussy kept squirting and tightening.

He brought Sana to lie down on the bathtub. Warm water soaked her entire body. He cleans Sana with full tenderness and affection. Gently rubbing her entire body with soap, cleaning the sticky residue on her thighs.

After finishing cleaning Sana and his body. He came out of the bathroom while carrying the still unconscious Sana, bringing her to the bedroom. He laid Sana on the bed and his body immediately fell beside her, hugging her while kissing her forehead.

Sana began to wake up from her sleep, her body was very sore and her bones felt like they were all broken. He could see his hands tightly wrapped around her completely naked body. "Are you awake?" y/n asked as he started to wake up because of Sana's movements. Sana immediately moved her lips closer to his and kissed him gently while saying, "Thank you for giving me the best orgasm of my life, thank you for taking care of me so well when I fainted." 

"You're welcome my love,” he said to Sana. "I'm hungry, I feel like I can't walk, can you help me my love?" Sana asked him for help. Y/n helped Sana stand and started to support her as she walked slowly. When they reached the large mirror in the room, Sana paused for a moment. "Look at that, you left something big in my body." Sana was talking in front of the mirror while pointing at her wide-open vagina, which resembled an 'O' and wouldn't close tightly. He laughed and said, "That's not all, look at this. "He turned Sana's body, showing her butt reflection in front of the mirror.Sana was shocked to see her buttocks very red and swollen. "Will it go back to normal?" Sana asked him, "Of course, don't worry dear, your vagina will close up again as before if you rest enough, unless I fuck your vagina mercilessly again." He said while laughing, while Sana who heard it shuddered in horror.

[papayacinnabun]

mornings like this - lando norris

lando norris x fem!reader

word count - 1.7k

summary - waking up with bf lando in the morning

warnings - 18+, smut, coarse language, minimal plot, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, praise if you squint, fluff

a/n - this is my first time posting my writing! requests are open so send me ideas! masterlist here

you woke up to light touches on your cheek, eyes blinking open as sunlight spilled into the room. lando was hovering over you, feathering soft kisses across your face, tracing along your cheekbone and up to your brow.

"good morning, pretty girl..." he drawled, his lips warm against your skin as he began trailing kisses down your neck.

"hi, baby," you whispered, your voice still thick with sleep, his breath tickling you.

last night, you stayed in. just you two, a pizza box, the princess bride, and the comfort of being together again after a long race weekend. it was perfect. no cameras, no noise—just you. the relationship was still new, fresh and untouched by the chaos of the media or the scrutiny of fans. for now, it was just yours.

his messy curls fell across his forehead, and your fingers itched to brush them back. god, he was beautiful. tanned skin, chocolate curls, and those hazel eyes that could melt you with just one look. and oh, how you loved his smile.

you loved it from the moment you saw him at that coffee shop in monaco, the way it lit up his face as he stole glances at you from across the room. and now, here you were, months later, tangled in each other’s arms. that smile? it was yours to wake up to every single day.

“lando stop it! I'm ticklish!” you giggle at his assault on your neck, rolling over to pin you down playfully.

“i know,” he says, voice low and teasing. “that's the point.” 

he trails tender kisses down your sternum and over your stomach. you let out an involuntary whimper at the softness of his lips as he placed them across your skin, dipping lower and lower down your stomach, stopping at the edge of your underwear. he heard the noise and looked up at you with a mischievous grin. 

“mmm, so sensitive huh?” you nod, biting down on your lip as heat pools in your lower belly, his head now between your legs. you felt faint just at the sight. he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, fiddling with the lacy edge of your panties, teasing. 

“so soft baby.” he murmurs, cheek resting against your thigh. His voice is delicate, but you know he's doing this on purpose- he knows it drives you crazy.

“lando…” you whined out, turning your head away from his piercing gaze as a blush spread over your cheeks. He knew exactly how to make your stomach flutter. 

“look at me,” he says, lifting his head just slightly. “ tell me what you need, baby.” 

you bit farther down on your lip, trying to suppress another moan as you turned your head back to look at him. that damn smile again. mischievous, teasing, infuriating. he knows how hard it is for you to find your words when he’s like this, but he waits, his lips brushing against your panties, hot breath sending shivers up your spine. 

“please lando,” you begged him to end your agony, hips writhing against his strong hold involuntarily. he chuckles, the sound low and smug, before kissing over the growing dampness at your center.

“words baby, use your words.” your hips bucked against his face, his nose nudging against your clothed clit as he tightened his grip on your thighs.

“fuck lando I need your mouth, please!” you cried out, unable to contain it anymore.

“since you asked so politely…” he hooked his fingers in your panties and dragged them down your legs in one swift motion.

it was natural the way your back arched when his mouth finally met your heat, dragging his tongue up your folds in the most tantalizing manner. he kept eye contact with you the entire time, his gaze baring into you as he eagerly lapped up your wetness. lando wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking deeply on the bundle of nerves.

“oh god lando,” you say breathlessly, “keep going.” your hands immediately tangled themselves in his hair, pulling lightly as he pushed a finger into your entrance. your eyes flutter closed, lips parting in a moan as his finger finds that spongey spot deep inside you.

“let me hear you baby,” he encourages, face covered in your juices. you gasp again as he pumps a second finger inside, fucking them into you faster. you feel the wave of your release brimming, threatening to spill over as he focuses his attention back onto your sensitive bud, flicking his tongue over it as he curls his fingers into you, hitting that spot once again. 

“lando i’m gonna-” your words are cut off by your orgasm crashing through you, your cunt spasming around his fingers as you moan out lando’s name. he continued his movements, helping you as you rode out your high.

“good girl,” he mused, pulling his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth, “taste so good baby.” you let out a breathy laugh as you recover, tracing your fingers across his cheek.

“need you inside me,” you say as lando rises to meet your lips. he kisses you fiercely, tongue slipping inside your mouth, making you taste yourself. 

he broke the kiss, chuckling at your desperation. he lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered, “is that what you want? want me to fuck you pretty girl?”

you nod with teary eyes as his hand moved to knead your breast, his thumb running over your nipple. your breath hitched as he massaged your breasts, his fiery touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

lando brushed up against you, his erection evident through his boxers. he was aching, just from eating you out. painfully hard against your thigh, he let out a groan as your hand wandered down to palm him over the thin material. 

“baby stop teasing me,” you slur tiredly, attempting to pull his boxers down and feel him. he smiles as he helps you, pushing them down his legs and kicking them off onto the bed.

he kisses your cheek as he hovers over you and lines his cock up at your entrance, sliding the head up and down between your slick folds. “so ready for me love, so wet…” he holds your eye contact as he pushes in slowly, your warmth inviting him in as your eyelids flutter at the pressure.

lando slides into you inch by inch until he bottoms out with a moan. his free hand rubbed the soft flesh at your waist, soothing you as your walls stretch to accommodate his size. you clench around him involuntarily, gripping his arms as he began to move his hips. his place was slow, but gentle, thrusting into you deeply. “oh god baby, you're so tight for me,” he stuttered out, unable to tear his gaze from yours. 

it was loving and comforting, your bodies moving in tandem tangled in the blankets and pillows of the bed. the morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the two of you as your moans and heavy breathing grew louder. your wetness was abundant and audible, making obscene noises as he pounded into you.

“you were just fucking made for me…” lando drawled deeply as he scrunched his eyebrows in pleasure, lowering his head to rest in the crook of your neck. he hit deeper and deeper with every thrust, your bodies slick with sweat from the motion. you wrapped your arms around his torso, holding on for dear life as you felt that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach again, alerting you to your impending release. 

“i’m almost there lando, need you to fill me up please.” you practically begged him, clawing at his muscular back as his pace quickened, determined to get you both to your highs.

 “c’mon baby let go for me,” he reached down between your legs to circle your clit, urging you closer and closer over the edge. 

“fuck–” you let out a string of curses as you reached your peak, back arching beneath him as your vision flashed white. your legs trembled from the intensity of the orgasm, your pussy fluttering from sensitivity as lando continued to plunge into you, kissing your neck as you recovered. he mumbled praises in your ear as you caressed his hair, urging him to finish as well. his cock throbbed inside you at the touch, making you whimper out his name. his strokes grew faster and deeper as he chased his own release, the vibrations making your already sensitive clit ache once again. 

his breathing grew ragged, and his hips stuttered suddenly as he threw his head back in pleasure. “i’m cumming, shit baby,” he moaned out as he released inside you, spilling hot cum all over your walls. with a soft cry, lando collapsed on top of you, unable to hold up his own weight after the force of his orgasm.

he stayed inside you for a few minutes before pulling out, whispering soft “i love yous” into your ear and kissing gently over your collarbones. you lie beneath him, your finger lazily tracing the ridges of his back, mind still fuzzy from pleasure.

the noises of the city outside were louder now, the world finally stirring awake. “what a lovely way to start the day, don’t you think?” lando laughed at your statement, rolling onto his side to pull you closer into his arms. 

“my perfect girl, this is how i want to wake up every single morning for the rest of my life.” he pressed his lips to your shoulder softly, caressing the dip of your waist. it was an innocent touch, loving and kind as all his actions were. you never wanted to leave this haven of paradise, but the tense reality of the upcoming day loomed in the air. 

lando squeezed you tightly, then shifted to get out of bed. you groaned at the loss of contact, but knew he had to start getting ready for his busy day. “i’ll start up a bath for us, we still have some time before i leave.” 

“you might need to carry me!” you exclaim as you stretched out your sore limbs, legs still quivering from the events of the morning. you hear lando let out an exasperated huff from the bathroom and giggle, his attitude evident as always. 

bliss came easily to you two, and the ability to soak up every second you had as a pair was innate. you cherished mornings like these with lando deeply, even though they were few and far between.

[seungfl0wer]

*Backstage*

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Cream pie, Basically public, Slight biting, Scratches, dirty talk (Ofc), I think that’s all?

From this request ❤️‍🔥

-🩵

The concert has started, watching from the side as your boyfriend and the rest of the members perform. They were such great performers and it never got old watching them. So much passion and drive for what they do. As their solo stages started they said their hi’s as they passed you all full of so much energy.

They were performing new songs that fans have never heard and Chan kept his a secret telling you he wanted your live reaction to it. As Chan passed you to go on stage he kissed your cheek quickly smiling as he walked away yelling to you “enjoy the show baby” he winked.

You watched Chan with wide eyes, the song was hot. The way his voice sounded the visuals- oh god him. Your eyes widen even more as you watch your man basically putting on a strip show. He had fake scratches all over his toned body. As you watched him taking it all in you couldn’t help but feel turned on.

It’s not the first time you’ve seen him naked. Of course not, this man lives in nothing but his birthday suit. However this was- this was just hot. You rubbed your legs together subconsciously as you watched him, wetness flooding your panties.

You watched as he fell backwards into the dancers arms, he made a quick b-line towards you grabbing your hand pulling you with him. He pulled you to a small almost closet like room waisting no time in kissing you. His hands wondered your body pulling you into him as he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled away he looked down at you with a smirk.

“There’s 4 more solo stages before I have to go back, I need you y/n. I need you.. badly” he breathed out before crashing his lips back to yours. His hands pulled up at your shirt caressing your breast as he played with your nipples. Pinching them slightly as he rubbed his crotch against your leg. The adrenaline from being on stage and knowing you were watching him had him already so hard.

The friction from his movement made him let out a desperate moan against your lips. He pulled away placing kisses along your jaw to your neck where he quickly started to suck softly. He ran his hand down your body unbuttoning your pants as he slid his fingers so delicately across your clit. He let out a small whimper making him smirk a bit.

“I think we should try and be quiet” he teased as if he wasn’t the one who made the first noise. He nipped at the skin of your neck before he pushed his fingers into you. You let out a soft moan before you smacked your hand over your mouth trying to muffle the noise. He worked his hand, fingers curling in you hitting all your weak spots. His eyes were dark full of lust as all he wanted to do was devour you.

“God y/n I can’t take it anymore need you.” He said pulling his hand back swiftly pushing your pants down as he did the same to himself. His hard cock smacked against this abs, fuck he’s so damn hot.

He positioned you, your legs wrapping around his waist his hands holding you tightly as he aligned himself. He looked up at you as he pushed himself into your wet cunt bottoming out right away. You could see the soft imprint of his cock in your stomach.

“Uh- fucking hell princess- I can tell you right now- I will not last-“ his words sounded like croaks, breaking as they came out. He made a medium pace hitting you deep, his cock gliding in and out of you. “Did you like my stage beautiful?” He asked.

You nod “mhm you did so well” you said back. He loved when you praised him like that. He rolled his hips quickly hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moaned loudly at the feeling head resting against the wall.

“You want everyone to hear how good I’m fucking you?” Chan teased a bit as he brought his fingers down to play with your clit. You let out a high pitched moan at the feeling. The whole situation to you was so hot, everything about this was just fucking hot.

Chans pace picked up after hearing you moan knowing you were close already. He leaned down to bite at your neck as he worked at your clit mercilessly. You dug your nails into his back as he pounded sloppily into you. “Ah- sh-shit yeah, fuck dig your nails into me, make real scratches on my back beautiful fuck-“ he rambled out.

Between his movements, his hand toying with your clit and his words your high was about to crash over you. Chan could feel your walls clench around him making him groan “gonna cum on my cock baby? Hmm gonna make a mess before I go back on stage?”

“Chris! Fuck cu-cuming!” You almost scream out hoping the sound of the crowd would drown anything out. Chan threw his head back at the feeling of you, his high rushing over him fast as he pumped deep into you dumping all his cum deep into you.

“Shit y/n- that was- fucking hot” he panted out trying to catch his breath. You laugh a little “yeah” you say softly as you try catching your breath as well. Chan kissed you softly letting you down but holding you so you don’t stumble.

You both get dressed fixing yourselves before leaving the small room. Chan watched as the last solo stage was almost done. “Channie” you say sweetly. He turns his head with a loving smile “round 2 when we get to the hotel?” You say with a smirk. He just laughs kissing your cheek “round 2 maybe 3” he says before grabbing a mic to head back to the stage. Leaving you there to watch him again.

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'real love baby' with stray kids, ot8 headcanons by @cosmicalily | how skz love you

author's note: i absolutely adore this song by father john misty; i think it's the sweetest love song and just so prettily written. i wanted to do headcanons kind of similar to my 'everything is romantic' ones, where instead of just going off typical love languages and tropes (which are beautiful in their own way!), i kind of make up my own and unique scenarios for each! hope you enjoy! warnings: angst in hyunjin's, jisung's, and seungmin's (reasonably mild)

Chris, who loves you adoringly.

It was quiet in your apartment when you got home, although you knew that Chris would most definitely not be asleep. However, you walked through slowly and silently, just in case he was doing something important. Suddenly, you walked into a firm, black tank-top clad chest and squealed. A bouquet of roses dropped to the floor, petals falling everywhere. “I’m sorry, I was trying to be sneaky,” You sighed, shifting your sock across the petals. “Were these for me?” “No, they were for Han Jisung,” Chris deadpanned, then burst out giggling. “Of course they were. Although they’re a bit fucked up now. Sorry, baby.” You smiled at him. “That’s okay. What was the occasion, anyway? It’s not anywhere near our anniversary or my birthday or anything.” “Nothing. Just wanted to remind you that you’re a cute girl who deserves cute stuff like this, and that I love you.”

Minho, who loves you quietly.

When you come home from a girls’ night out, Minho doesn’t like to immediately approach you at the door. Instead, he stays where he is, sitting upright in bed, phone on his bedside table. He watches you as you undo your hair, take off your dress and put on your pyjamas. He watches you in the bathroom mirror, wiping off your makeup and washing your face. When you’re done, you come to him in bed, and it’s then that he pulls you onto his lap, slipping his hands around your waist and kissing you softly. It’s the moments like this that the two of you crave, the little pockets of quiet amongst your chaotic lives. And that’s where you’ll stay, cosy against each other, minimal words exchanged. Because he can’t ever find any that fully expresses the warmth he feels for you, the love in his eyes as he observes you simply existing. “Hold me,” is all he mumbles, and that’s exactly what you do.

Changbin, who loves you loudly.

“Doesn't my girlfriend look beautiful today?” Changbin asks, gesturing towards you. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard this exact question seven times now, said to each of the boys, and you’re not even that dressed up. However, to Changbin, in a simple pink sweater and loose jeans, you’re the equivalent of a Victoria’s Secret Angel, wings, halo and all.  “This feels like a trick question. If I say yes, you’re gonna punch me. If I say no, you’ll do the same,” Chris sighs, but offers you a smile. “I like the sweater.” “Thanks,” you reply, lightly shoving your boyfriend. “Changbin, sweetheart, that’s enough. Talk to them about other things. It’s boring otherwise.” “You’re not boring! You’re all I ever want to talk about,” he pouts, and you giggle.

Hyunjin, who loves you intensely.

Sometimes Hyunjin feels like he’s too much for you. At times, in between his dramatic statements, sweet pieces of poetry and watercolour paintings, he feels a tiny bit of fear. Fear that all his romantic gestures simply overwhelm you. When he gets himself into this fragile headspace, it’s you that returns his passionate love, reminding him that it’s the reason you fell for him in the first place. Carrying a huge bouquet of flowers, you confront your boyfriend, who is sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. He’s been quiet today. “Flowers for you, pretty boy,” you declare, thrusting the bouquet into his arms. “I also sent you the link to a playlist of songs I want to play at our wedding, and there’s wine in the kitchen.” “Baby…when I do things like this for you, it’s not too much, is it? I’m not too much for you?” he asks, placing the flowers on the floor and reaching for your waist. “Never. You could never be, Hyune.”

Jisung, who loves you softly. 

You’d been best friends with Jisung since the beginning of high school, and dating since the end. He was your other half, someone who’d been with you since the start and who you knew would stay until the end. You were both fragile at times; him with his anxiety and you with your melancholia. There were days that were tough, times where you both needed endless support and validation just to make it to the end. Today, you lay in the bath, your body numb, head hurting. You weren’t in a good headspace, and Jisung knew this when he approached you gently. “Do you want me to rub your shoulders, baby?” he’d asked softly, running the pad of his thumb across your eyes where the tears brimmed. “Yes please,” you’d mumbled in response, and he kissed the tip of your nose.

Felix, who loves you warmly.

Felix would see the two of you in everything, from an old couple drinking tea to a pair of marshmallow keychains. He loved you more than he thought was possible, in ways that made his heart feel fit to bursting. It brought him a rush of excitement and joy, something he carried with him throughout the day. His favourite time with you was the mornings; the sunlight from the open window pouring into the room, casting a yellow glow. You always woke up before him, leg thrust across his, forehead pressed against his neck, pressing soft kisses to the warm skin. “Morning, sweet girl,” he’d murmur, voice groggy. “Did you sleep well?” “Dreamt of you,” you’d reply chirpily, and he’d giggle. He hoisted your body off his, laying you on your back. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, his hands travelled to your waist, before he tickled the soft skin.

Seungmin, who loves you unconditionally.

It had not been an easy day for you. On top of your hormones, a full day at work and having not seen your boyfriend for a week while he’d been filming overseas, you’d just remembered you had an assignment due that evening at midnight. When Seungmin came through the door, eyes bright and smile wide, excited to see you, you threw yourself at him, bursting into tears. He pulled you in close and tight, letting you cry into his shoulder. He didn’t know what had happened, whether you were upset or angry or stressed, but he held you, because he didn’t mind. Your body relaxed against his a little, and you pulled away, eyes puffy. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m such a mess.” “Don’t be,” he replied honestly, and kissed your cheek softly. “You breathed today. That’s enough to be proud of.”

Jeongin, who loves you sweetly. 

You and Jeongin’s love for fashion was what had sparked your relationship in the first place; you’d met him on Depop of all places, purchasing a leather jacket he didn’t wear enough. He’d asked for your Instagram so he could see pictures of you in ‘his baby’, and as a result, your crush had blossomed. Now, he didn’t have to sell you his clothes; they were in his wardrobe, free for you to grab whenever he wanted. And he encouraged it, because he loved seeing you in them. He’d also often buy pieces for you that he thought you’d like. “I found this skirt in the vintage shop down the road,” he’d said, pulling out a plaid miniskirt. “It’s like the one I saw saved on your Pinterest board.” “Baby, that is the one saved on my Pinterest board,” you’d gasped, staring at the skirt in shock. “It’s also Vivienne Westwood. I don’t even want to know how much it cost you.” “Then I won’t tell you,” he replied plainly, smiling. “Go try it on. You’ll look adorable.”

[slytherinboysvip]

!Motorcycle rider bf¡ Theo Nott

(Nsfw! Your boyfriend Theo has a motorcycle now.. and a hot fucking helmet.) (helmet kink? lol idk) smut smut smut

Your boyfriend Theo didn’t have many outlets to get away from his thoughts, before it was smoking which he’s attempting to slow down on for you, occasional journaling not that he’d ever let you see that, and now his newest and most favorite hobby riding his motorcycle.

To be completely honest at first the idea terrified you, an angry Theo driving around on a motorcycle going any speed he pleased “Starò bene amore mio, tu sei il mio portafortuna”(ill be fine my love youre my good luck charm). You’d also be lying to yourself if you didn’t say he looked damn fucking good in his helmet. So good in fact that you needed him to fuck you in it.

It’s like his whole demeanor changes when he puts it on, you can’t see his face yet you know his beautiful sleepy eyes are looking directly at you underneath, yet all you see is his fit body and it just did something to you. It didn’t matter what he was wearing as long as that helmet was on his head you were drenched.

𓆙𓆙

The first time you rode on the back of his motorcycle was amazing. He bought you your own helmet “I had to get it for you baby it screamed you, and it gave an excuse to finally make you ride with me. Not that you haven’t done that before” He winked while putting it over your head. You were glad it was on so he couldn’t make fun of your profuse blushing but who cares it’s because of your hot boyfriend.

He put his helmet on and you nearly fell to your knees he looked so fucking hot. Without saying anything he lifted you up and onto the back of the bike and got on in front of you. “Can you hear me principessa?” You jumped hearing his deep voice in your ear “Yeah? how can I hear you Teddy?” You were so confused “I got mics duh, had to be able to hear my baby. Now hold onto my waist we’re gonna get going don’t let go.” His voice was demanding and you did as he said.

Wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, he grabbed your left hand and kissed it before putting it back down and kicking off, You didn’t expect it but the bumpiness of the road was doing something to you. You tried forgetting about it, it wasn’t happening, you weren’t getting turned on, but you were.

Your hands mindlessly wandered down onto your boyfriend’s crotch, rubbing slightly yet acting oblivious. “What do you think you’re doing there, hm?”. You almost forgot your boyfriend could hear you, “Nothingg, just resting my hands duh” You added some pressure and heard a small groan turning you on even more than before.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish doll” One of his hands came down and stopped your hands forcefully, a small moan escaping your mouth unwillingly. “My cute slut” He chuckled pulling your hands back up and going back to both hands steering.

𓆙𓆙

It has been long enough and you needed him to fuck you in the helmet. At this point all you had to do was tell him, of course he’d do it he does anything for you but the act of having to ask is so embarrassing, but its what has to be done for your own sake.

Reluctantly walking over to your boyfriend you quickly somewhat quietly expressed your feelings “Ireallyreallyneedyoutofuckmeinyourhelmetorilldie”. He looked at you with a confused look “Say that again but in actual words this time” He placed both hands onto your shoulders looking deep into your eyes, yet another weakness of yours. “I want you to fuck me in your helmet” You mumbled just enough for him to understand, trying to look away .

He chuckled before pulling your face to look him in the eyes again “il tuo desiderio è il mio comando, principessa” (your wish is my command princess). He got up and turned you around, “Keep those pretty little eyes of yours closed for a second”. You heard him walking away and did as he said before feeling a tap on your shoulder, “Turn around doll.”. Doing as he said you were greeted by a helmeted Theo, “Holy fuck you’re so hot”

“You know what you asked for, don’t waste time get on the bed for me slut”. You just nodded quickly before running for the bed and undressing. “Good girl, know just what to do for me. Get my pants down for me”. Pulling them down as much as you could you grabbed his growing dick and putting it into your mouth looking up at him from the bed, this entire view and situation made your pussy fucking drip.

You could hear his low groans coming from underneath the helmet and it was making you want more, “Please fuck me Teddy, please I fucking need it” You were looking up to your own reflection and seeing yourself covered in saliva because of this and made you feel something you never felt, you just wanted more. “Lay back then, I want you to fucking watch me.” He removed his shirt and holy shit he everything became even better. You definitely weren’t protesting this.

His rock hard abs, his throbbing big fucking dick and his helmeted head. He was like a god. Lining himself up to you he rammed deep inside making you give out a loud moan, his pace was immediately picking up hitting all the right places. His right hand came up to your pussy and he easily found your swollen clit begging for attention, he began swift circles over your clit with his thumb moving it side to side occasionally, It was already making you go over the edge. Everything about this moment was everything you needed.

Your pussy began clenching around his dick, your orgasm nearing and moans increasing, he kept his pace and underneath the helmet he was a mess, moaning and cursing because of how good your pussy felt. “è una bella merda, tesoro” (thats that good shit baby) He moaned deeply. Even though your legs were shaking and you couldn’t control your moans he kept going. Pace now increasing and still not leaving your clit alone. You were being so overstimulated but it never felt so fucking good.

He pulled out but before you could even say anything you were roughly flipped over onto your stomach and pulled back, legs reaching the floor lifting your ass up and slamming right back into your pussy. Screaming moan leaving your mouth “FUCK THEO MM”. Your screams only encouraging his behavior making him go even harder, hitting far and deep you were a mess and he was going feral.

He reached his hand forward grabbing onto your jaw shoving two of his fingers into your mouth yanking you back forcing you to arch, he leaned forward his helmet barley in view but enough for you to get turned on some more, his dick was driving you insane. “You’re so wet mm” he moaned “Fuck im gonna cum again Theo!!” You announced as you collapsed back down to the bed, nothing changing but him holding your hips up to continue fucking.

Your eyes were rolling back and you were feeling nothing but numb pleasure going dumb. “Cum for me good girl, mm fuck” “I love your pussy..” He stroked deeply “..and i love how much of a needy whore you are for me” He stroked harder and quicker “..and mm I fucking love.. filling you up” He moaned his last words feeling his cum shoot deep into your pussy unexpectedly making you moan. “Fuck theoo”.

He gently pulled out and spread your pussy lips watching intently as his thick white cum dripped out. Finally walking over to the side table and getting tissues to clean you off. “Now to take this off and get you properly cleaned up” He removed the helmet and he was sweating underneath which was also attractive to you. “Fuck it was hot in there but fuck that was hot” He laughed and you laughed along “That was definitely fucking hot. We need to do it again sometimee” You laughed again.

He lifted you off the bed and brought you into the bathroom sitting you down onto the toilet and starting up a warm bath “Any of your cute soaps today love?” He asked while looking through your box of bath bombs “Hmm, surprise me” You smiled at him and he went to looking. “This one’s perfect” He plopped in the only all black one that is definitely going to stain the tub.

He helped you into the bath and got into the shower next to you, being able to see him was funny but it’s just from the stomach up so it’s not much of a show. You sat there relaxing watching the water drip down his muscled back and felt content after that entire thing. This was most definitely needed.

Hopefully you enjoyed that<33 I know i’ve been gone for a bit but writes block LOL anywho im not sure how this is so lmk!!!

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[wireddless]

Addict

pairing: Coriolanus Snow/Reader

cw: 17+ hate. fucking. dubcon, possessive behavior, corio is emotionally abusive, vaguely implied Plinth reader, p in v, unprotected sex, nsfw below the cut,

word count: 2.3k

a/n: i just know hes so hung you guys i want him so bad

Living in the shadow of Lucy Gray was never an easy feat. That’s all she was after the erasure; a shadow, soon to be only a whisper on the sleeping breath of Coriolanus. The closest he could ever feel to real love was with the District 12 songbird, and had she been more than just a district animal, a member of the Capitol, there was no doubt in your mind he would have married her instead.

Your days at the academy, a few years his inferior, were spent in the naive mindset that he was fully capable of love. However, the only true love he would ever feel was towards the power in his cold-handed grasp. After your graduation, you continued living with your family, their prized figurehead of poise and beauty, until they managed to propose your hand to him, only a year or so before he became president.

Coriolanus, living on top of his family’s hidden debt and poverty, accepted nearly immediately, driven by the thought of the millions that came with your name. Your family, so charmed by the icy man, was manipulated into paying for the lavish ceremony. A Capitol wedding was a spectacle to behold, a sea of colored heads and garments, textiles in unique patterns decorating the spectators in a myriad of colors. An insipid eye-sore, in his opinion.

And there you were, the pale lavender of your dress cascading down your body like the drapes that covered a window in a lonely mansion, baby fat gone. The bright light in your eyes that has now long-since faded, the happy expression you held, truly believing the facade he had put on to convince your family that he was a perfect match, it all fueled a fire of satisfaction in his psyche. He remembered the young girl from their studious days, the sneaky glances shot his way from a face framed by baby fat, it was so easy to take advantage of a schoolgirl crush, to charm his way right into your heart. He’d never go hungry again, and he could finally focus solely on his rise to power.

Or so he thought. When you managed to pick his intentions apart and discovered the cunning and manipulative nature of the man, you became defiant, fucking petulant. Your once tender and loving gaze, seeking to nurture and care for him, hardened like the calcium deposits on the well pumps in the poorer districts of Panem. He heard in passing from the workers of the house about your violent fits of tears late at night. It wasn’t like he cared, hell, the idea of your reddened face damp with tears and snot amused him to no end. But fuck if it didn’t annoy him when Tigris became your closest friend and confidant.

Coriolanus kept you locked away in the golden cage of his home, not permitting the men of his staff to go near you, forcing you to discuss with him the simplest task of visiting your own family. You were still the key to his now inherited wealth, a prize that he had won with cunning and malicious tactics, and the thought of you straying into the arms of another man, who could take you, who could take even a bit of the control he held, it infuriated him to no end.

It took almost a year for you to realize that without your family, he was completely broke, and it took almost two to realize he never once held even a glimmer of fondness towards you, that he was using you. Tigris, who had spoken to you during her regular visits, had become the arms you fell into when the agony of your situation first befell you. Her hands wrapped around your body as she shushed and hummed quietly were a solace to you as the pain dawned on you. Three years after your marriage, you would speak in hushed tones over cooling tea, not bothering to hide your glare when Coriolanus bothered joining. He was no longer the subject matter of your conversations with Tigris, instead discussing gossip that had spread through the yammering mouths of Capitol citizens, and the newest trends to pass around them. She had become your dearest friend, one he couldn’t find a valid reason to hide you from. Though he never would admit while his heart was still beating, despite your shared animosity, you were still his favorite accessory.

The Reaping ceremonies for the next annual Hunger Games would begin soon, which became a sensitive topic between you and Coriolanus. It was no secret to you who Lucy Gray Baird had been, who she had been to him. What the hunger games meant to him. You resented her. Not for the place she held near his heart, but for managing to escape him before he had caged her.

The fire of your arguments was always sparked by her name, the tinder and fuel having already been prepared by the years of building resentment. Almost always in his office, your hands would shove him back as he rapidly approached you after you provoked him with harsh and unforgiving words, only fanning the flame of hatred he felt towards you. Then he would corner you, your back against the wall as one hand found your neck and the other found your hair, his fingernails digging at your scalp. His minty breath falling out of his mouth in heavy gasps as he fought the urge to kill you right there. You made him feel as though he was an animal from the districts, dirty and foaming at the mouth. And he hated that.

“You know I would never harm you.” He’d always reassure you when his grip on your throat finally loosened, his eyes taking in the way you would suck in air he had prevented from reaching your lungs. Coriolanus considered what little he allowed you, even the air you breathed, a favor. He thought himself generous, benevolent even. He wasn’t of course, and you were always quick to point that out.

Today's argument was only different in setting, within the walls of your shared bedroom rather than his office. You had shoved him, predictable, and turned to storm away, wanting to find a guest room to sleep in instead. But before you could reach the door, his hand had yanked you by your hair back towards him before nearly throwing you on the bed. When you sat up to scramble away, he shoved you back down by your shoulders and crawled on top of you, effectively pinning you to the mattress, an echo of your frequent taunts. It was rare that you two would actually be in such a position, as neither of you particularly craved intimacy with one-another, yet the way one hand slid up your negligee and gripped the curve of your thigh conveyed a much different message tonight.

“I just wish you’d shut up for once, you know that?” He growled. Coriolanus Snow was an aggressive lover. He put all his weight on his forearm strung across your chest to keep you pinned down as his fingers left their place on your thigh and slid up to the junction of your legs, cupping your heat rather aggressively before shoving them aside and sliding his fingers over your folds to find the sensitive and rather neglected bundle of nerves. You could hardly hide the shudder that overcame you as you responded.

“Fuck you!” You spat at him, writhing under his touch. Your head fell back on the luxurious sheets and you bit back a moan as he swirled his fingers in a circular motion over your clit, stirring the lust you had repressed to life. How he loved to see your eyes rolling back into your skull as you fought surrendering to his ministrations. The edges of his mouth lifted in a smug little smirk when your arousal became more evident, making your cunt slick and pliable.

Oh, how he adored to see his poor, neglected wife fall victim to her own human nature. It made him want to consume you whole, like you were a treat he got all to himself. Coriolanus’s mouth fell to your collarbone and his teeth scraped over the thin skin as he slipped his middle finger inside your sopping hole, earning an earnest mewl from your normally argumentative lips. He bit down rather hard at the junction of your neck and shoulder as he slowly, teasingly pumped his finger in and out. This would be easier than he thought.

He tilted his head back up to take in the sight of your demeanor flickering to something more vulnerable, before taking your mouth with his. He kissed you like you provided the air he needed to breathe, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate. You’d be a fool to say you didn’t still crave him after the years of strained marriage. His teeth clashed with yours as you both attempted to deepen the kiss. When he pushed another finger inside of you, hooking them and speeding up, your mouth fell open with a shaky moan, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

When your mother described to you what sex was like, she explained it like an intimate dance, where two souls would merge with love and passion. But it was never like that between the two of you. It was always a battle, aggressive and antagonistic as one of you sought to take something from the other. For Coriolanus, it was a display of his authority and control. His fingers quickened in pace and your hips bucked up into his hand, searching for more friction that would aid in your release. And he was benevolent wasn’t he? Who would he be to deny such a rare and primal pleasure? His fingers continued their attack on the spongy roof of your walls, pushing you closer and closer until your hand tore at the skin of his back with the intensity of your orgasm. Still seeing stars, he pulled his lips from yours and hovered them over your ear, his cheek brushing against yours, damp with tears.

“See how easy everything can be when you just stop resisting me at every turn?” You opened your mouth to respond, to bite back when the arm that pinned you down quickly shifted so his hand could cup over your mouth. He loved shutting you up. His silent voice hissed in your ear with a lingering promise. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”

So focused on his words and hot breath on your ear, you almost didn’t notice when he pulled his fingers from inside you to tug down your panties, discarding them somewhere behind him before fumbling with the breeches he slept in, the cold air of the room hitting his stiff cock. He brought that same hand up before him, spitting in it and spreading the wetness of his saliva over his hardened length. Barely giving you a second to process all that was happening, he pressed himself inside of you, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow furrowing as your tight, wet heat engulfed him entirely.

Having not been intimate with him in so long, it was like he was splitting you open, and you cried out with pleasure into his hand, your own lashes pressing together as you took his total length. Coriolanus didn’t remain still for long, and his hips soon began setting a bruising pace, his balls slapping against your ass as he fought the urge to moan himself, not wanting to appear any less in control than he was. Your muffled gasps spurred him on, practically driving him mad as he pummeled into you. The volume difference when he removed his hand from your mouth and forearm from your chest was quite noticeable, and his fingers wove into your hair once more, holding your head back against the bed as he swallowed your moans with his mouth.

The stinging pain of your nails in the skin of his back when they flung around him was dulled by the sheer thrill he felt taking you like this. The hand that coaxed your orgasm out of you found its way to your thigh again, pushing it up over your torso to rest on your shoulder, allowing him to thrust deeper inside of you as his fingers dug into the hot and tender skin. You nearly screamed into his mouth from the change in sensation as his hips came flush with yours over and over again. For a brief moment, he pulled away from the kiss to bite and suck at the skin of your neck, letting you sing out unmuted by his hand, as he imagined his songbird would so many years ago.

Coriolanus hated you. He hated almost everything about you. He resented you the way you resented him, but he was still addicted to you. Addicted to the control you allowed him as he fucked you stupid, to the way your pitful moans were brought about by him, to the dumb fucking look on your face as your body managed to make his hips stutter and falter as he came inside you with a low moan. He didn’t care about pulling out. You were his wife, a state figurehead, it was part of the job description to give birth to his children. Maybe getting you pregnant would even do him the favor of shutting you up. He didn’t bother helping you clean up as you readjusted your nightgown, instead opting to wipe the sweat from his brow and tuck himself back in the satin pants he intended on sleeping in.

Coriolanus Snow was not capable of real love. All those close enough to him were well-aware of that fact, including you. But when he crawled into the bed and pulled you, still breathless and trembling, up next to him, when he tucked your head into his chest in a possessive manner, your hands pressed against his heated chest, when he fell asleep holding you like you’d run away too, you momentarily convinced yourself he might have been able to love.

[whatifitis]

♡ When We Are Together - LN 4 ♡

Summary: Lando is a cutie and drama queen but you love him all the same. His balls as well.

WC: 1151

CW: fluff, use of words 'ball' and 'dick' and mentions of sex but nothing happens, lando being a diva

“It’s snowing!” is all you hear before you’re watching your boyfriend sprint out the door with no winter clothing on. He was outside in an instant, already gathering snow in his hands before dropping it and turning to you. “It’s too cold” - he said, scrunching his nose and running back inside to put on some warm clothing and definitely a pair of gloves. 

You watched Lando rush around the house, trying to find his coat and gloves. You stood and watched his antics in amusement, when he suddenly stood still and stared back at you. 

“You muppet, put some clothes on and join me in the snow. Christmas is starting!” he is already going around and grabbing your coat and putting it on you, making sure you’ll be warm in the snow. Once the both of you are dressed, he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door with him. The both of you are already laughing as your cheeks and nose turn red from the joy you feel, along with the cold. Boots crunching the snow beneath your feet. 

Lan only lets go of your hand when he’s crouching on the ground and making a snowball. Once he’s made a semi-circular shape, he’s standing up straight and looking you dead in the eyes. 

“No. Don’t you fucking dare, Lan.” you point at the ball and try to stifle a laugh. 

He’s already on the verge of laughing, positioning his arm, ready to throw the snow at you. He’s giggling as soon as you slowly back away from him. When you see his arm slightly shift, you’ve already turned your back on him to try and outrun the ball. 

The ball ends up landing a few inches from you, into the ground. You turn back to see a very giggly Lando trying to catch his breath. 

“You little twat. If that’s how you wanna play then fine. But you asked for this, Norris.” you say as you create a perfectly round ball of snow between your hands. 

“No, no, no, no. Wait, you just last named me. I’m not ready.” he practically squeals as you start to run towards him. Luckily for you, unlucky for him, your hand-eye coordination was popping off today. 

You were able to throw the ball and hit him, and it landed directly on his ass. You burst into laughter when he turned back to look at his own ass and then to you. You were laughing so hard, your knees nearly gave out. 

“Nah, mate. Did you hit my ass?! Was that on purpose? It was on purpose, wasn’t it. You pervert!” he can’t help but let out a laugh, unable to act serious. He watched you laugh and gosh were you beautiful. Red painted your cheeks and nose, a twinkle in your eyes glistened as you tried to calm your laughter. 

“That was an accident.” you try to get out between breaths of air, “I meant to aim for your back.”

“And that just makes it better doesn’t it.” he turns his back to you, making another snowball to terrorize you with, keeping his back to you he says, “Ya know, I was nice with that first snowball. I missed on purpose. It was essentially a warning shot.” 

Lando stands and turns to face you when he feels something cold and hard hit his crotch. You had never seen a man fall so fast. He had dropped the snowball and fallen to his knees, holding onto his crotch and struggling to breathe. You went into another laughing fit and fell to your knees this time, not being able to contain yourself. 

Lando’s groans of pain can barely be heard over your laughter. Tears were rolling down your face and you were laughing so much, you felt like you might pass out. 

Through wheezes of laughter you try to check on him, “Oh my god, love. Are you okay?” resting your hand on his back as he’s hunched over in pain. 

“Am I okay? Am. I. Okay? Are you really asking that?” he laughs as he launches up and playfully tackles you to the ground. He’s tickling you and not letting up, “Are you seriously asking if I’m okay after you hit my balls?!” he laughs. 

You can barely breathe so you beg him to stop for a minute, and he does. He moves off you and flops onto the ground beside you. The two of you try to catch your breaths so you just lay there together, watching as the sky turns to night. 

Lando lies next to you and you can feel as he hesitantly reaches for your hand with his pinky finger. Without a second thought, you grab his hand and hold on tight. Turning your head to look at him, you’re met with his eye crinkling smile, the same one you fell in love with all that time ago. 

“Guess what.” Lando says. 

“What?” 

“Snow angel!” he screams and he’s immediately flailing on the ground trying to make a snow angel, “Ah, fuck it’s cold. But I gotta commit. Fuck!”

You laugh at his antics and join him in making some snow angels. After a few seconds, Lando is standing and pulling you to stand with him before he’s bolting back inside the house. Once you’re both inside, he’s shutting the door and running to light the fireplace. 

The poor boy is shivering like a chihuahua that’s got no clothes on. You grab a blanket off the couch and wrap it around Lando and you join him in sitting on the floor, before the fireplace. 

“You know you hate the cold, why’d you go outside in the snow?” you ask. He was the biggest baby when it came to the cold so you’re surprised he lasted that long outside. 

“I was feeling romantical. I know you like to have those sorts of memories and I thought it’d be fun. While it was fun, I nearly lost my balls twice!” he exclaims, putting up two fingers so you could see just how traumatized he might’ve been, “First, it was so cold that I was afraid that my dick would just fall off. Second, you threw a snowball… AT MY DICK! It’s like you don’t want to sleep with me anymore. If that’s the case just say it.” he jokes. 

“Lan, that’s not wha-” you’re cut off by his theatrical fall to the ground as if he’s fainted. 

“ I can’t believe it. My own GIRLFRIEND doesn’t want to sleep with me anymore. Ugh, God what did I do to deserve this.” 

“Lan?” “Meh”

“Lan”

“Mh”

“Lan!” 

He sits up, “What?”

“I love you. And I still want to sleep with you. Dickless and all”

“Sick. Best girlfriend ever!” he says as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug where he covers your face in kisses, “You’re also fit as fuck.”

[ariasakka]

A Taste of Forbidden Pleasures

Jinshi smut! Fingering, 18+, virgin, female reader, obsessive Jinshi, oral, pussy eating, dick sucking, fingering, maybe tiny bit of size kink?

!!NON KINKY VERSION!!

kinky version posted. 

(Well maybe this might be kinky to some people but it’s not imo and isn’t compared to the other version.)

I felt like my original version might be a bit too kinky for the fandom so I made this one for people who aren’t really into kinky stuff

You’re both virgins, you both try your best not to take it too far. At first it was convincing yourself you’d never date Jinshi then it was convincing yourself you’d never fall in love with him because it was doomed to fail. After all you were a servant girl and he had high title, nobody would take it seriously. Clearly you failed and fell head over heels in love with him. You were both set on being eachothers forever and only partner no matter what. No matter the cost. That being said you both tried to tell each other it was best not to take it further than kissing.

Tonight the both of you were making out in his chambers as you always did. Only this time his kisses were more needy. He was whimpering inbetween each kiss. You were trying to contain yourself and not to the same. You succeeded on that but you were growing annoyingly wet with every kiss. His knee was inching closer and closer to your groin as the minutes went by. Jinshi knew his knee was creeping closer and closer to your sweet spot. He knew exactly what he wanted and he wanted to make you needy and whiny underneath him just like he always was under you when you make out with him on his lap like usual. Only this time he was on top of you so he had leverage. When Jinshi finally got his knee touching the sweet spot he longed for he felt a wet spot on the tip of his knee. You let out the sweetest gasp he’d ever heard in his life. He couldn’t contain himself. He left your mouth and started kissing up your neck until his lips met your ears and he cooed “Let me fuck you y/n, please”

You grab onto his robe not expecting him to say such a lewd thing “Jinshi no, you’d probably be too rough!”

He holds your face in his palms and looks down into your eyes with such a beautiful look. One almost too hard to resist. 

Jinshi “No I would not do you really think that about me?”

You pause for a moment before saying “It wouldn’t fit even if you were gentle.”

You knew quite a bit about sex so helping others wasn’t an issue but the few times you’d touched yourself you could tell you would have a hard time taking anything larger than your own fingers.

On the other hand you had taken lots of time practicing your skills with your mouth on vegetables. You had no doubt you’d be able to please him in that regard. You’d always expected to do something to him first. He always got a bit carried away with kissing you were worried he would have no idea what he was doing and hurt your poor insides even though you know sweet Jinshi would never mean to.

Jinshi would like to be more experienced than he is. Luckily he has done quite an embarrassing amount of reading up on the topic. He wasn’t too interested in doing that sort of thing with someone else. That is not until he met you. He had re-read all of the old books he did before and a large sum of new ones just to learn all the ways he could please you one day. In his alone time he had done some practicing with his fingers on various fruits such as peaches and oranges. He had no doubt he was quite skilled with his fingers at this point. He had no doubt he wouldn’t be able to please you now. If only you’d let him. He can be quite needy for you but he had practiced on enough fruits even an egg yolk to know his way around a vagina. That being said he did break a lot of egg yolk for the first few times but not after that. He practiced hundreds of times after that just to be sure he wouldn’t hurt you. A bit obsessive. But who wouldn’t be when it comes to the love of their life?

After a long pause you say “What if I do you first?”

Jinshi shakes his head no. “Next time.” He wants this to be about you. He’d spent countless nights imagining your face, your sounds, as he pleasured you. Though imagining your pretty little mouth or tiny hands on his cock was nice too he was in the mood for something else. For your release. 

Jinshi “Just my fingers please my love.”

You cross your arms “I said you’d be too rough.”

Jinshi “I’m gentle.”

You “Really?”

Jinshi smirks “Yes, especially with my fingers” 

You “You can barely contain yourself around me. The first time I said I love you back while kissing you came in your robe. How am I supposed to think you’d be gentle now hm?”

Jinshi “I’ll show you just. Trust me.”

You “Yeah whatever, you can never keep your lips off of mine kissing me aggressively 24/7 like you’re in heat.”

Jinshi “Yes I can”

He leaned down and kisses you gently. He teases his tongue on your lips, similar to how he would like to one day to your lips down below.

You can’t tell if his tongue on your lips moving the way on your lips they are is intentional but it only makes you want him more. You involuntarily grind onto his knee, getting lost in his soft kisses. He releases after a moment. Your lips feel cold you want him back. You let out a pout and try to pull his face back but he takes hold of your hand and holds it down above your head on the bed with his own. 

You “See, can’t keep your lips off of me.”

Jinshi “That was gentle no?”

You “Yes I suppose…”

You didn’t notice you were getting completely soaked on his knee. He pressed his knee to your pussy harder. Pressing down on your clit. Your eyes met his filled with lust.

Jinshi “You’re soaking my knee. Please. I just-I fucking need you pleaseeee y/n.”

You bite your lip “Okay.”

Jinshi needs to hear you say it “Yes?”

You “Yes.”

He gently removes your clothes until there’s nothing left but your soaked panties. He took much longer than you wanted him to. His slow kisses all over your body, taking his time, it was driving you crazy. You were the one that was hesitant at first but now all you wanted was for him to hurry up and take you. When you were in nothing left but your panties he traced his fingers along the hem with one hand and rubbed your hips with the other, taking in your beauty. 

You whine “Jinshi pleaseee.”

Jinshi “Can’t I admire how pretty my princess is? Alright Jinshi will hurry up, shh princess.”

He finally removes your panties. A string of wetness glistened as he removed them. Jinshi grazed his fingers along your pussy gently. Avoiding just the spot you wanted him to touch. You bucked your hips begging him to feel you where you needed most. Your face was so red anyone else would’ve thought he’d given you an aphrodisiac. He read up on foreplay. Oh, he read up on a LOT of foreplay. You were exactly where he wanted you. He spread your legs wide open and spit directly on your clit. He watched in awe at how you convulsed at the sensation.

He chuckled. “Alright, alright.” Jinshi traced his thumb up and down your slit gathering your sweet juices. Then he traced two fingers over your throbbing clit. He was much gentler than you expected him to be. You never expected you to be the needy one in this situation. You started moaning so loud you were sure everyone would’ve heard you if Jinshis house wasn’t so far away. 

Jinshi looked as you in awe “Fuck you sound so pretty for me, don’t hold back.”

You kept repeating a plea of “Jinshi please!” You weren’t sure what you were pleading for. All you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop. He knew exactly what your body wanted from those begs. He began to place two fingers at your entrance. He gasped when he felt how tight you were. His books had always said to start with two fingers than add more but you were far too precious to him and he never wanted to hurt you. He removed the tips of both his fingers and settled with one. He lowered his middle finger gently into your cunt while rubbing your clit with his thumb. That went in much easier. He knew he would have to work on stretching his precious pretty girl out for a while before you could take his cock but he didn’t mind that one bit. Your hips started involuntarily moving on their own at the sensation of his finger. You were so sensitive under his touch. You knew you must have looked so stupid right now. How could the roles reverse into you being the needy one so fast? You desperately tried to hide your face in your hair or the sheets but all Jinshi did was brush the hair out of your face and force you to face him. “Don’t hide from me pretty. Aww so sweet, are you sensitive? I’ve got you. Let Jinshi do all the work okay princess.” He held your hips in place while he fingered you. Once he felt you opening up more he slowly slid his pointer finger inside you as-well. You tilted your head back. Jinshi felt you pulsing around him hard. He was obsessed He leaned down and started kissing your neck. He was moaning inbetween kisses. At this point he returned to being the needy one. He sounded as if he was almost enjoying this more than you. He can’t help but grind into your legs as he’s knuckles deep inside your perfect cunt. To your surprise despite how needy he’s gotten he’s still remaining just as gentle. His fingers filling your  hole mixed with Jinshi being a whimpering hard mess is sending you over the edge. You’d only came on your fingers a few times but this, this felt much more intense. Jinshi could feel you getting close. He lifts his head up from your neck to watch your face. He wanted to watch how beautiful his girl looked when she came all over his fingers. The feeling around his fingers as you came mixed with the look on your face was too much for Jinshi. He came all over his robe just as he was letting you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. You chuckled. You knew your Jinshi would return to his needy lusted out self. “Such a beautiful boy”

He releases himself from your cunt. 

Jinshi “Told you I’d be gentle.”

You “I’ll believe you next time.”

Jinshi “Better.”

Jinshi licked his fingers clean. The haze over his face from the taste of your juices was intoxicating. He nearly looks as if he’s drunk from just tasting you. “C-can I taste?”

You “You just did Jinshi.”

He kneels down resting his face just where he wants it “You know what I mean.”

You “Yes please”

You grab a fist full of his hair and lower his face down to your cunt. You’re so sensitive after just having came but you don’t care. You can’t get enough of him. The feeling of his tongue inside your walls is addicting. He can’t release his mouth from your lips. He is in love with your taste, with your feel, your insides are so soft on his tongue. On his lips. He loves it. You can tell he’s hard all over again just from the way he’s grinding into the sheets. You’d never heard much of men getting hard from eating a girl out and especially not getting hard again after they’ve came. You didn’t mind though. At this rate you’re all worked up again and desperate to taste Jinshi if he’ll let you. You’d seen him hard through his robe many times but never the real thing. You’ve wanted to many times but were too worried more would happen if you did. Now you don’t care. You pull him by the hair off of you and throw Jinshi on his back. You straddle his lap. Jinshi is confused he was enjoying his meal. 

Jinshi “Satisfied?”

You “No.”

Jinshi pouts “Was my tongue not to your liking princess?”

You “That’s not quite what I mean. I liked that very much.” You begin to take off his robe. You can fell his hardness pressing against your ass. Good that’s just what you wanted. 

Jinshi gasps, his cheeks grow bright red. “What are you-“

You “May I?”

Jinshi nods.

You begin to kiss down his chest and go to down lower. You palm his cock in your hand. “Mmm pretty.” you kiss the tip. He can’t take his eyes off of you.

Jinshi “Fuck princess-god. Ahh!”

You lick up the side of his cock while making eye contact “Want me to stop?”

He shakes his head no and grabs the back of your hair for something to hold onto. He tries to be soft he doesn’t want you to overdo yourself. 

You “You don’t have to hold back with my mouth you know. I don’t have a gag reflex.”

You appreciated how composed Jinshi was with his fingers but honestly you really wanted to see him let go. Not have control. At least your throat could handle that. 

Jinshi “What did you just say?”

You “I have no gag reflex.”

Jinshi sits up and places two fingers down your throat to test. He’d came many times imagining your mouth wrapped around his cock but he didn’t want to do too much if you wouldn’t be able to handle it. When his fingers bottomed out in your throat and you didn’t gag he hissed. He added a third finger because that was closer to the size of his cock. When you didn’t gag at that either he raised a brow and you smirked at him deviously. He began slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your mouth. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation. It felt nice to you. Jinshi removed his fingers. He was panting already just by the site of that. 

You “Believe me?”

Jinshi “Fuck I believe you!”

You “I want you to thrust into my throat with your dick.”

Jinshi “Are you sure my love?”

You “Yes please.”

Jinshi “What about when I cum?”

You “Just pull out and finish mostly on my chest. I don’t know if I’d like the taste just yet.”

Jinshi “I understand. Okay. Here, kneel on the stool that’s infront of the bed and I’ll stand infront of you.”

Your face lights up, you’re excited to see your lover let go. Your excitement has him leaking with precum. Once you’ve gotten on your knees atop of the stool he stands infront of you. His cock at perfect level with your mouth. You stick out your tongue eagerly. You grab hold of his hips inviting him inside. He grabs the back of your hair to push himself deep inside your mouth. You start bobbing your head to assure him you’re fine. You push his hand on the back of your head harder to motion him to let go. Once he’s assured you’ll be fine he starts thrusting down your throat. His pace is fast, though he still holds back slightly not wanting to hurt his princess. Jinshi is a moaning mess. You look so fucking pretty like this. To pretty. He’s not sure how long he’ll be able to last like this. He wants to do this to you all night. His hands are definitely never going to feel as good after this. While he’s busy bobbing your head up and down with one hand. You take hold of his free hand and place it on your breast. That sends Jinshi over the edge. He pulls out of your throat and finishes on your chest. 

You “Maybe next time you can cum inside.”

Jinshi pants “You’re going to kill me if you keep saying such things!”

You “You were such a good boy.”

Jinshi draws the both of you a bath. He carefully washes your body then you do his. After the both of you cuddle in his bed chambers. The both of you should get dressed but neither of you care if someone catches you anymore. 

You “You know Jinshi you’re oddly skilled.”

He smiles to himself proudly. He’ll tell you about his practice another time.

Kinky version ↓↓↓

[crowsofdarkness]

While in The Void, Bucky was able to handle most of the fear rooms. That was until he stepped foot into an all-familiar prison, those soulless eyes meeting his. A pair of eyes he loved so long ago.

thunderbolts!bucky barnes x femalehydra!reader

18+ cw's below the cut: language, violence, dark thoughts, blood, and mentions of murder.

*spoliers underneath the cut so if you haven't watched thunderbolts, what you read may spoil parts of the movie.

“No, this isn’t real. This can’t be real,” Bucky shook his head, tears springing to his eyes at the sight in front of him. 

He kept repeating the words over and over again like a mantra, trying to eventually believe it. He faced many fear rooms within the last twenty seconds, all showing his biggest fears. 

When he found Steve nearly beaten to death on the school playground. 

When they were in The Howling Commandos together and Bucky nearly missed his sniper target, they almost sliced Steve’s throat. 

When Hydra captured and tortured him for years. 

When Steve left him for Peggy after spending years protecting him. 

Bucky thought that was the last of the fear rooms so he was ready to find Bob and Yelena to save them from The Void but when he walked through a white door,his feet came to a screeching halt when the familiar chill of a prison clung to his bones. 

The metal slab Hydra called a bed, the concrete walls covered in mold and other unknown fluids, the three bars that covered the only small window in the cell allowing a sliver of sunlight to break through. None of that had Bucky’s attention, it was the woman sitting in the middle of the slab, staring at the corner of the cell. 

Her familiar long hair rested against the back of her dirty white shirt and matching pants, her skin a sickly pale color. The metal gloves over her hands that Hydra always forced her to wear when she wasn’t using her powers to kill. 

Bucky closed his eyes on a shaky breath, repeating his mantra over and over again. 

“This isn’t real. She isn’t real.”

“I was real to you all those years ago, Soldat,” her angelic voice broke through Bucky’s mind and he nearly fell to his knees.

It had been so long since he last heard her voice, it kept him up the first few months after he left Hydra. 

Without her. 

Bucky made her a promise before Hydra dragged him from the base in Russia to Washington D.C that he would come back to her. But after everything that happened with Captain America and the falling of SHIELD, Bucky immediately went into hiding as The Winter Soldier so he never went back to Russia. As much as he missed her, as much as he loved her, he couldn’t go back for her. He couldn’t risk Hydra finding him to drag him back to that prison. 

He was a selfish dick, that he knew. But when Hydra fell for the final time, he thought about going back for her but that base in Russia was no more and he didn’t know where she was or if she was even alive anymore. So, instead of looking for her, Bucky decided to focus on getting himself better but promised after the year ended, he would start. 

Then one year turned to two then to three and then, he just forgot. 

“How could you forget me, my love?” 

Her voice brought him back from his thoughts and Bucky’s eyes stared straight at the back of her head. He had yet to see her face since he stepped into this fear room but he didn’t have to know that she was still beautiful. 

She was the love of his life in a time so dark and haunting. Both of them were used as weapons for a war that didn’t concern them. 

“Solnyshka,” he said with more force in his voice than he felt. “I never forgot.” 

Solnyshka, his sunshine in the darkness. 

An evil chuckle echoed in the space around them and it filled Bucky’s viens with fear as he watched her rock back and forth on the metal slab, the sounds of the chains to her handcuffs dragging on the floor. 

“You went off to live your happy fucking life while I sat here, rotting in this god forsaken cage. Used and abused for years! I thought you loved me!” 

Bucky took a step towards her. “I did-.” 

Just then she spun around, finally facing Bucky, which made him let out a gasp before retreating two steps back. Gone were the bright eyes he found himself swimming in, the smile that graced her face even in this hell was long gone, replaced with a fervent frown. In place of her eyes were black orbs, showing not an ounce of light or warmth, just soulless darkness. Blood pooled from them down her face and some on her mouth but she made no move to wipe it away. She couldn’t, not handcuffed anyway. 

“If you loved me, you would have come back for me!” She shrieked, writhing against the metal slab. “You would have come back!” 

“I tried.”

“LIAR!” Her screams now caused Bucky to hold his hands against his ears, ducking away from the sonic blast of her powers. 

“I can still save you,” he said after a beat of silence, and he noticed she was sitting still as a board on the table. Tentatively, he took a step towards her. “I love you, solnyshka. I’ll come find you.” 

Bucky made a promise not only to himself but to her that once he found his way out of The Void that he would do whatever it took to find his solnyshka and bring her home to him. 

Once more, that dark chuckle filled the air before those bloody and soulless eyes cut through him. 

“It’s too late for that, my love. I'm not made to be found,” her words pierced Bucky’s heart before everything faded to black. 

[merchelsea]

Could you write something really fluffy about Lando Norris x reader? Maybe something were their relationship is fairly new and it’s only like the 2nd or 3rd race week the reader has been to and she starts to get sick. She doesn’t feel well at all and try’s to hide it from lando so he can focus on the race but he eventually finds out and is all worried and cuteee

worried sick — lando norris

pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

summary: it’s her first time attending a grand prix and also flying and she doesn’t want anything to ruin her boyfriend’s race, but she gets sick in the process.

author’s note: sorry for taking so long to get to the heart of your request (fluff) but i needed to give context to his worriess

word count: 3k

warnings: curse words

masterlist | requests (open)

you sat on the dinner table, unable to speak. the fork fell from your hand the moment you heard lando's proposal and your eyes followed it's trail.

lando genuinely thought this would be a good idea, but seeing your reaction, with his eyebrows lifted, he may have changed his mind.

you had been dating for quite some time, four months and sixteen days, to be precise, but you were still a little aprehensive about the attention.

from the start, he warned you and gave you an easy way out of his life, but your love overpowered your fears.

even in a relationship, you and lando did everything you could to keep you out of the public eye, and it was working. no one knew about you and him and you liked that. but you were aware that he wanted you by his side while facing the adventures that his job provided him, and that he didn't want to keep you as a secret forever.

so when he made the invitation, it didn't surprise you, but you had to think about it.

you looked at him, he was wearing some jeans and a white hoodie that made him adorable in your eyes. he was looking at you, and you could notice him telling you it was okay to say no with his look.

but there was still a glimpse of hope in his beautiful green eyes, and in your mind you took another look at the pros and cons.

you could scratch out a couple of cons... like the fact that you liked being private. it was true, but you didn't mind not being a secret, and you would never like the idea of having famous and stunning women thinking that your boyfriend was available.

so with a soft look, in that modernly decorated dinning room in his home, you nodded your head.

"i think we could go to china together, yeah." he gave you a confused glance, but refrained from questioning you, afraid you would change your mind.

"great!" he stood up and walked over to you, "i love you," he whispered, pecking your lips before taking his empty plate to the sink.

you watched him come back and sit with you while you finished your own plate. you couldn't say you were hungry anymore, a hundred and one scenarios of what could go wrong in the hard launch of your relationship played in your mind.

lando's presence made it a little easier for you, though. you could only be thankful.

you had never traveled by plane before, so you were pretty nervous.

china was really far from monaco, and your boyfriend told you that the flight would take 11 hours minimum, so you couldn't help feeling anxious.

he held your hand when he noticed your strange behaviour and you immediately intertwined your fingers together.

"it's going to be okay, love." norris kissed the back of your hand and you walked inside of the plane, hand in hand.

of course lando booked the first class seats. he knew about this fear of yours, so whatever he could do to help you out, he would.

you sat down and lando closed the little blind on the window by his side, so you didn't see how far from the ground you were.

you had your headphones on and lando held you close as the plane started moving. you were still not off the ground but the plane shaking scared the fuck out of you. you closed your eyes and tried to focus on the music. it wasn't easy. it was only when the plain stabilized in the air that you could open your eyes again.

"do you want water, food, anything?" your boyfriend asked as he noticed you were a little more calm now.

"water, maybe." you answered, still not feeling completely safe. "and can you open the blind please, i want to see."

"'you sure?" he asked, his hand already on the end of the blind.

"yup."

lando opened up the blind and you peeked through the window. you were already far from the ground and instead of feeling anxiety, that view actually made you a little more calm.

"it's beautiful." you whispered, body leaning towards lando so you could see it better.

the british boy's eyes were on you when he whispered back. "it really is." with a smile.

eventually you sat properly in your seat again and talked to lando as time passed.

you fell asleep with and lando carefully laid your chair back, took out your headphones and covered you with a blanket. he laid his chair back as well and watched you as you slept peacefully. you still had nine hours left and he knew you would be awake for the landing, which he didn't want.

you could only manage to sleep for 2 hours and when you woke up, you noticed your boyfriend sleeping. so the next hours were spent playing games in your mobile phone while you listened to taylor swift.

it wasn't as painful as you thought it would be, and it was only when landing that you felt the uneasy feeling come back. lando held you close through it, as he was used to it.

"it's okay, baby." he whispered. "i'm right here." his reassurence meant more to you than he imagined, and it helped as well.

everything went better than expected and you left the airport hand in hand just half an hour after getting out of the plane.

you felt tired, but it was still morning in china. lando seemed okay, he was already used to all the time changes, since he did this for a living.

"what d'you think about breakfast?" he asked as you passed a coffee shop.

lando was driving to the hotel you two would be staying in, and you honestly just wanted to rest. but you could'nt say no to a good breakfast.

"oh, great idea. i'm starving." you said and he chuckled.

"me too." he stated as his hand found place in your thigh. it stayed there until he needed to use it, to change gear.

he parked the car in front of the cute shop and you both walked in.

you both ordered and sat down talking to eachother until the food came. the driver explained the goods and the bads of the race here. and told you what he liked most about china.

you had done some research about the place yourself because you wanted to take profit of your time here.

as lando would probably have some meetings with the team and you would be alone, you decided to visit some interesting places of the city and even near cities.

you ate in a comfortable silence and left for the hotel as soon as you could. his team took care of the check in so you and him were able to just go straight to your room.

you felt yourself a little too soft, but never said anything because you didn't think it was anything serious and worrying him was something you were not going to do.

deciding to take a nap before doing anything, lando wrapped his arms around you and pulled the blanket over your bodies.

"i love the feeling of having you here." he murmured to your ear.

"i love being here with you." you told him honestly, falling asleep some moments later.

lando though it was weird, since you normally took some time to get to sleep, specially in new places.

when you first stayed the night at his place it took you two hours and a really boring movie.

he remembered it could've been caused by the flight or the time difference. the british was now used to it, but it was your first time, and it was a long flight.

he fell asleep thinking about it because, being honest, you were both more than exhausted.

you woke up just a couple of hours later, coughing, and imediately realized you had gotten sick, and were just in the first stages. you got up from the bed and went to the bathroom so you didn't disturb lando's sleep.

"this can't be happening" you whispered to your reflection in the mirror.

'it can be just a cold, everything will be okay in time for the race' you thought to yourself, trying to calm down.

it was frustrating, to be fair. you had been avoiding coming to his races for months, and when you finally decided to come you got sick.

however, you did not want that to get in the way of lando's weekend, so through the next two days, in which your boyfriend had free practices and qualifying, you pretended to be okay. it was not so easy because norris made every effort to make you feel okay there. that means he talked to every one of his mates and asked them to talk to their own girlfriends, to see if they were interested in meeting you, for his delight but not so yours, they all said yes.

so you were not only busy with pretending to be healthy but also trying to be nice to everyone and making people like you.

it wasn't that hard, you all just found something in common, that was your love for fashion and animals, and talked about it. you were pretty satisfied with the outcome of saturday, and so was lando, managing to get himself on fourth position, with two cars ahead he knew he could get out of his way.

he was starting to find your behaviour a little weird, as soon as you got home you took a really quick shower and got yourself comfortable in bed. he asked you if you were not going to get dinner with him and you told him you would just take a little nap, and asked him to wake you up once the food arrived.

the brit did as you said and tried to wake you up, but you told him you were not hungry in the moment. he made you eat anyways, because tomorrow was a big day and you didn't really have the energy to argue with him.

you both had a good dinner and what was his surprise when you got back to your bed and immediately fell asleep.

he tried to push his suspicions away but he was seriously getting worried. he laid next to you and held you close with one arm, the other resting behind his head as he thought. not only about you and your strange sleeping schedule but also about the circuit.

there was this one curve that he just couldn't get right, and he needed to get it tomorrow. or else he'd lose his chance of a podium or even a win.

he would never want to lose a podium, but with you here, the pressure was different. he wanted to do better for you. he needed to, after dragging you all the way to a new country and making you face your fear of planes.

he eventually fell asleep, your body so close to his comforting him and calming his mind that was going probably faster than his car.

you woke up first, in the morning. but, unlike the other two days, where you managed to get it together and pretend you were okay, today you had a huge headache along with an unbearable malaise.

immediately realizing you were not okay, you decided to not go to the track with lando. you were still planing to go, yes, but later on, after you took some medicine and felt better.

he was a little reluctant in letting you all by yourself because something inside him still thought that something was off. sleeping a lot, not feeling hungry, avoiding his touch and kisses (you did that once, but he still took note), it all felt a little weird.

but you convinved him, telling him that he no longer had time to wait for you and you still needed to get dressed and do your makeup.

"i'm going. but message me as soon as you get to the track, please. i want to see your pretty face before getting in the car." he asked you, his beautiful green eyes focused on yours.

you nodded your head and he pecked your lips. smiling, he turned around and left the hotel room. you decided to take a shower to see if it helped in any way.

it didn't.

you grabbed your phone and searched for lando's personal assistant's contact. someone needed to be informed about this, but you didn't want to alarm your boyfriend just before the big moment of the weekend.

he was really sweet to you, and suggested you stayed in bed and watched the race from the hotel. you were a little apprehensive about how lando would feel about this but he tried to calm you down as best as he could, telling you he knew the driver would understand and probably even be more worried than anything else.

he also promised to only tell lando once he couldn't do anything about it. of course you had asked.

was he going to be pissed? probably. did he love you more than anything and would he forget about all the rest in order to check up on you? absolutely.

once he was told about it, the only thing he could do was text you, so he ran to his phone and quickly wrote a message to you.

'baby i was just informed. i'm so sorry for not noticing.'

your heart clenched in your chest as you read his text. it was not his fault and you felt bad for making him believe that it was.

'it's not your fault, lan. and i'm okay'

you added a little heart at the end and sent it, automatically seeing the 'read' under the blue text baloon.

'you sure?? i can get someone to get you to a doctor'

you smiled at the screen, behind that smile was the way he didn't even hesitate to show you he cared and he worried.

'there's no need, i took some medicine and i'm better now. but good luck on the race. i'll be rooting for you.'

on the other side of the screen, lando sighed, he hated that he couldn't do anything about it but knowing you were okay comforted him a little. so he smiled and typed to you.

'thanks babe! i will be coming back to you as soon as i can, promise you.'

you simply liked his message, letting him focus before the race.

on the bed, you watched the entire race, as you always did. and you were so genuinely happy and proud of him for finishing second, that for a couple of minutes you even forgot you were sick.

you watched the podium celebrations and couldn't help but notice that your boyfriend wasn't as happy as he should be. of course he smiled receiving the trophy, and sprayed champagne on the other podium sitters, which were max and checo, but you knew him, and his smile wasn't as wide as usual.

you sat through and watched the interviews on sky sports. it seemed that you were not the only one who noticed his under-excitement, because that was the first thing the journalist questioned.

"so, lando norris. you just came second here in china. first of all, congratulations. second of all i have got to tell you that all of us were expecting a different reaction from you. you don't seem very excited."

he looked at the woman behind the camera atentively, but anyone with functional eyes could see that his mind was elsewhere. he smiled briefly at the end of her statement.

"well, thank you. and yeah, i'm not in the best mood but that has nothing to do with the race. i know i did my best out there and gave everything i could. unfortunately, max was still there, but we'll keep working, as a team, to get to him."

he smiled and the interview continued, as usual he discussed some technical stuff and gave his perspective on some bits of the race.

"right now i just want to go back to the hotel, to my girlfriend, who isn't here because she got sick, and give her all the love she deserves."

he smiled to the camera and left, leaving the space for others. you saw him walking with oscar behind alonso, who was now giving his own interview.

it didn't take long before you got a message from him, telling you he managed to escape some media duties to go back to you.

you smiled to yourself before answering, and then distracted yourself until you heard the door being unlocked.

jumping from the bed, you rushed towards your boyfriend when he arrived.

"easy there, baby." lando pulled you into a hug, one of his hands in your hair while the other circled your body.

"amazing race, my love." you whispered into his neck. he smiled and when his grip loosened, his lips met yours in a quick but lovely kiss.

"you've got me worried sick, you muppet." he smiled, but looking into his green iris you knew he was serious.

"didn't mean to worry you, i'm sorry," he shook his head and softy kissed your temple.

"don't be sorry. but nex time it happens, let me know. i wouldn't have made you go to practices and quali, and you could've rested."

his fingers caressed your hair and he pulled you to lay your head in his chest. you would never know how worried he got, and how he could only rest his mind after having you in his arms.

"i just didn't want you to worry unnecessarily. i thought i could go through it." your eyes made it possible for him to know that you were being honest. he let out a sigh.

"it's not unnecessarily, you stubborn thing. i love you and i care about you, and i wanted to be here for you." you pull your head back and lock eyes with him.

"i love you too. and thank you."

he kissed you again, all smiley.

you both decided to just lay in bed and do nothing for the rest of the day. you ordered dinner hours earlier, so you didn't have to worry about it later.

lando told you all about his race. from the lights out to the checkered flag he talked you through his decisions and his process of thinking in the moment.

he also kept asking you from time to time how you were feeling and if you needed anything.

you realized just how much you loved him and appreciated the way he cared for you.

once he fell asleep, you smiled out of pure happiness for having him by your side. no matter how much you had liked being kept a secret for a while, in that moment all you wanted was for people to know you loved him.

cause you did, more than you thought you could.

© merchelsea

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[greg-montgomery]

I would love a fic about Reid’s friend coming to visit him at work and as soon as Hotch lays eyes on her it’s love at first sight. But she’s like really girlie and bubbly so the rest of the team is so confused as to why Hotch is so whipped for her :)

“She said that to you?”

“Yeah…I mean the audacity of some people,” you said shaking your head. “I’ve had enough of her. And I promise you, next time I’m telling our manager.” As if to prove the harshness of your words you dropped on his desk a stapler you had been playing with to occupy your hands.

Spencer smiled, entertained as always from your stories involving your least favorite coworker.

“Anyway, enough with her. We can go now, right?”

“Yeah, just let me get all my stuff.”

A deep voice coming from behind you right before you opened your mouth stopped you from complaining. “Reid, that last report needs-

The fact that you turned around to search for the owner of that voice seemed to stop him from speaking any further.

You blinked softly at him melting under the man’s gaze. He was tall, handsome, and looked like he could easily kill you: just your type.  

“Hotch?” you heard your friend’s voice.

That was Hotch?

“You’re Hotch?

“Yeah,” he breathed out a laugh. “And you are?”

“Y/N,” Spencer introduced you to him. “Sorry, she’s just picking me up.”

“That’s alright,” Hotch replied to him while still looking into your eyes. “So I take it you’ve heard about me.”

“Only the best,” you giggled.

“Yes, I’m sure Reid has never complained to you about paperwork or having to work on a weekend,” he rolled his eyes, not entirely convinced.

“I haven’t!” Spencer defended himself.

Hotch laughed and a beautiful smile stuck on his face. No way this was the same man Spencer had talked to you about that ‘never smiled’ and ‘never blinked’.

“Um…you wanted to tell me something about a report?” your friend awkwardly positioned himself next to you trying to get Hotch’s attention.

“Right,” he said. “It’s…it’s fine. It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay.”

--

“Do you see that?” Penelope whispered, grabbing Emily with one hand and JJ with the other.

“What is it?”

“Look,” she said pointing at you from afar.

“Who’s that?” Emily asked.

“And why is Hotch looking at her like he’s about to eat her?” JJ added.

“It’s Y/N, Reid’s best friend.”

“Oh…well good thing she’s not his girlfriend ‘cause…”

“Right?” Garcia said. “Oh my God, do you guys think they’re gonna fall in love? It would be so cute…they will start going on dates and we’re gonna get the weekends off!”

JJ tilted her head observing the pair of you. “You wouldn’t think that’s his type. She looks so…sunshine-y.”

“Well, I think that’s exactly what Hotch needs,” Emily said. “Some sunshine.”

--

“Why didn’t you tell me he was hot?” you asked when you were finally out of everyone’s sight.

“Who?”

“Hotch!”

“Ew…he’s like my dad!”

“To you!” you said opening your car door. “How am I supposed to drive now? My hands are shaking.”

“Because…of my boss?” Spencer asked, sounding confused.

You got into your seat and started giggling, covering your mouth with your hands. “Fuck,” you sighed moving your hands to cup your own cheeks feeling their heat. “This has never happened to me before. I think I just fell in love.”

Spencer gave you a side eye. “We’re still talking about Hotch, right?”

You bit your bottom lip and pulled a little card out of your pocket. “He gave me his number.”

“When did this even happen?”

“When you were putting your stuff in your bag.”

“So he likes you too?”

“I guess,” you smiled.

For a few moments the two of you stared at each other before bursting out in laughter.

“And I always thought Derek would be the one going after you.”

You let out a heavy sigh like a lovesick schoolgirl. “He’s really handsome, Spence.”

“He’s a good man too,” he said.

“So you approve?”

“I would never stand in the way between you and my father figure.”

“Shut up,” you laughed and started your car.

part 2

[https-murdock]

3:12pm - matt murdock

summary - Matt is always listening, even when he’s meant to be working.

word count - 1.3k

warnings - MDNI 18+ - phone sex, dirty talk, use of good girl and having rules in the bedroom, female masturbation, please tell me if i forget anything!

note - first time writing phone sex eeee, sorry if it’s shitty :) love u all (credits to og pic poster)

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Matt listens - that’s obvious in many ways, but mostly in the way he can tell exactly what you mean, what you feel, just by the tone of your voice.

The way your voice heightens, pulls at the strings of his heart every time you laugh - like the most beautiful song he has ever heard. Often, he hears the way you drawl, drag the words out when you tell him how much you love him - he even hears it in the way you say it too quickly before you leave for work in the morning.

But the thing Matt loves most in this world - was listening to the change in your vocal chords as you fell apart beneath him. The way you became breathy, almost drunk on his touch, and he could always hear it in the way you begged for more of him.

Not being able to see you sometimes bothered him - but he got his fill from hearing you, hearing every change, movement and lift in your voice wherever you were - because, as you know, Matt listens. It didn’t matter where you were, what you were doing, Matt knew about it - to make sure you were safe, of course.

That’s why he was looking for your contact in his phone as soon as he heard your breathing, the way you whimpered - he knew exactly what was going on: you were touching yourself, and there was no way in his God’s hell he was letting this happen without him at least having a part in it.

After all, what good was having superhuman hearing if he didn’t put it to good use?

It was 3:12pm, and unfortunately for him - and you - Matt, Foggy and Karen were all swamped with cases, files strewn everywhere there was no way he could get off early, not matter how much he was so desperately craving to fuck you into the matress as stress relief. So, instead he chose the next best option - calling you while he finally had a few minutes to himself in his office.

“Hey, baby.” You answer, and it just confirms his suspicions when your voice comes through the speaker light, breathy - exactly how it was when he had you falling apart. “Sweetheart, what are you doing?” he asks, skipping past the beginning of a conversation in search of the truth.

“I-i’m-“ you stutter, a little giggle leaving your throat before you hear him start again.

“What did I say, sweetheart?” He starts, and he knows exactly what the answer will be before you even say it, so he doesnt let you respond before he carries on, “you think i can’t hear you getting yourself off without me?”

As your heart starts picking up speed, you realise he has been listening this whole time; he has been listening to the way your fingers glide through your slick, already sensitive to touch at the thought of him being home in a few hours - could you have waited for him to get home? Sure, but did you have the patience? No, you didn’t. 

“I’m sorry, Matt, i just couldn’t wait for you-” As you start to explain, you can hear the way he sighs in his disappointment.

“Lay back down, if you're not gonna wait till I get home sweetheart, I'll just get you off now, is that what you want?” Matt grunts down the phone, feeling the way his suit pants are tightening just at the mere thought of your moans being for him even when he isn’t there. “No, no please baby i’ll wait till your home, i need you.” You bed, and the lift in your voice tells Matt how desperate you really are, realising he won’t touch you tonight after the way you’ve acted. 

There wasn’t many rules you need to abide by to stay in Matt’s good books, but there were a few - do as you’re told, beggars can’t be choosers, and - obviously - no touching yourself unless he allows it. 

“You chose to try to make yourself cum without me, accept the consequences. Use your fingers sweetheart, let me hear you.” He instructs, and the seriousness in his voice sends a rush of warmth right to your core as you lay your head back into the pillows.

Listening and obeying his rules, you let your hand dance its way back down to where it was before. Whimpering when you feel yourself clench around your middle and ring fingers, you can hear the immediate effect you’re having on Matt - he’s enjoying this more than he cares to admit. You put the phone on speaker and carry it down to where he’ll be able to hear the obscene sounds of the way your wetness leaks from you with each thrust of your fingers, and there becomes so much more as soon as you hear him grunt, “Fuck.” 

Your fingers find a rhythm, curling gently but firmly inside your walls, your whole body screaming out just for Matt’s touch. Nothing could ever feel the way he does.

“Good girl, you like the way that feels? Feels better than when i touch you?” He asks, and you mumble something like, “N-no, wish it was you.”

“Mmm, would’ve been me if you’d have been a good girl for me. Would’ve been buried so deep inside you, fucking you like a good girl deserves.” He starts to palm himself gently under the desk, craving to feel some form of release.

“Being so good for me now, listening so well.” He approves, and the gravel in his voice sends a shiver right down to your toes, the way it does when you hear him whispering in your ear how much of a good girl you are for him.

“M’sorry, wanna come so bad.” you plead, and your voice trails like some form of whine - somehow even wetter than normal knowing he was listening to you moan his name, in his bed, all the way from his office. “Rub your clit for me sweetheart, but you can’t come yet, not till i say so.” Matt tells you, and he’s stern still, not letting up on the frustration you’ve caused him.

You do as you’re told, rubbing tight circles and listening to the slick sounds from between your thighs - Matt’s deep voice on speaker phone on your chest, one hand knuckle deep the other furiously trying not to bring you to release without him allowing it. You think about begging him for a second, knowing it’ll get him off even more than you are right now - but you want to save him for when he’s home, save all his tension for when he walks through the door and spends the night taking you in every place in his apartment.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” he’s whispering to himself, and you can feel the way your lower abdomen tenses at his words, orgasm building strongly across your body.

“I-fuck, baby i’m gonna-“ you gasp, and Matt can tell by the sound of your raspy breathing and the way your blood rushes around your body that you’re trying to hold back, but you’re right at the edge. “go ahead, honey, come for me.” he grants your exact wish, and the moment you let yourself tumble is when Matt decides he’s leaving early - no matter what Foggy and Karen have to say.

Your head hits the pillow behind you as everything takes over, fingers working yourself through your high as you can slightly hear Matt grunting through the speaker on your chest. Vision showing spots of white, your muscles tense as you wonder if you’ve finally entered heaven.

“Not sure if you can hear me still, but i’ll be home in 5.” Matt tells you, hanging up the phone immediately but still listening from his office to the way you try to control your breathing.

Matt knows the second he gets home, his night is about to be a long one - and not because of the mountain of work he has.

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