#just wrapping around his leg and flipping him over

[cherry-burst]

Caleb x F!MC drabble

Smut 18+ MDNI 🔞 | Possessive | Shower sex | Marking

Steam filled the room causing droplets to accumulate on the subway tiles that decorated the shower.

His large hand pressed to the wall, his deep breathing filling your ear as he nibbled and licked the shell of it.

His other hand gripped your thigh, lifting your leg to the ledge of the tub so he can have better access to your pussy.

Hot shower water poured over the both of you as he languidly fucked into you. Deep, slow, dizzying thrusts.

"Faster!" You urged him, pressing your ass back to take more of his thick cock.

He tutted. "I don't think so." His hands slid down the wet tiles and gripped your waist forcing you to stay still. "You didn't listen to me earlier about telling me when you got home."

"But! I got distracted!" You tried to excuse your behavior. "I was hungry, and started-!"

He thrust into you so hard, cutting off your words. Your mouth hung open without forming words

"I don't want your excuses. You promised me you'd text me when you got home and you didn't. So now I have to come over to your house and check and make sure you're safe." He leaned in, his voice a sultry whisper in your ear. "And guess what I found?"

You whimper. The feeling of his breath wafting over your ear sent a shiver down your spine.

"Nghh-"

"Nooo," he droned out. "I found a certain someone on the phone talking to someone else."

His hand slid down your stomach and found your clit. Slowly, he began to circle the sensitive spot.

"Now," he whispered, his teeth grazing the skin just under your ear. "Who could be so important that you forget all about me? Hm?"

Water rushed between your feet, only his grip on you keeping you steady. His cock stretching you out with each new thrust. His fingers pinched your clit, pulling until you cried out.

"Ah! No one.. I... They just called me and-"

"And I was forgotten." He finished for you.

"No! No. I-Im sorry" You said, your whole body on fire from his touch. The shower water washing away the sweat that was accumulating on your brow.

"You are?" He asked, his lips latching on your neck to make a deep hicky mark for all to see.

"Yes!"

"Hmm" he drawls, his thrusting still too slow for you to get off. "Sorry means you won't do it again."

"I won't do it again! I promise!" Your back arched, wishing for more friction and receiving none. "I'll always text you first thing when I walk in the door."

Caleb's mouth made a pop sound as it left your neck. "Is that so?"

"Yes!"

"In that case..." He flipped you around to face him. He lifted one leg to wrap around his hip, having to hold it there due to the slippery water.

He kissed you hard, tongue pressing past your lips demandingly.

When he slid his cock back into you, your body accepted him readily. You moaned, fingers digging unto his shoulders for support.

He gave it to you, no holds barred. He fucked you hard, at the angle you liked. Your body over preparing for his intrusion making each fuck sound lewed and vulgar.

[satellite-evans]

A/N : could not help myself okay I’m sorry

The afternoon breeze rustled through the trees, carrying the scent of summer grass and distant flowers. You sat cross-legged on the patio, your knees brushing against the edge of the lounge chair where Harry sprawled, head propped up on a cushion, a weathered orange book in hand.

"Charles Bukowski, huh?" you teased, craning your neck to get a better look at the title. "Isn't he a bit dark for a lazy afternoon or you know, for you ?" You said, with a teasing voice.

Harry’s green eyes peeked over the top of the book, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "It’s not all dark," he countered, flipping a page. "It’s poetry. It’s... raw." His voice dipped at the last word, as if tasting its edge.

"Raw," you repeated, mimicking his tone with a grin. "Look at you, the literary connoisseur."

"Oi, don’t mock me," he retorted, the book lowering enough for you to catch the light flush creeping up his neck. "Just because I don’t read your fluffy romance novels—"

"Excuse me!" you cut in, feigning offense. "Romance is a legitimate genre, thank you very much. And for the record, your taste in books is just as dramatic."

Harry chuckled, the sound deep and easy, like honey spilling from a jar. "You love my dramatic taste."

You didn’t argue, because it was true. Instead, you leaned back on your palms, tilting your head to the sky. The cobblestones beneath you were warm from the sun, and the distant chirp of birds filled the silence between your banter.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him. His face softened as he read, brow furrowing slightly with each line that seemed to strike him. His thumb absentmindedly stroked the edge of the page, the same thumb now painted a soft yellow that you’d insisted on doing last night. He’d let you, of course, laughing when you got a bit of polish on his knuckle.

“Do you want me to read you some?” he asked suddenly, breaking your reverie.

You turned your head, meeting his gaze. “Yeah,” you said softly. “I’d like that.”

Harry sat up a little, clearing his throat dramatically before starting. His voice, smooth and measured, carried the weight of Bukowski’s words effortlessly, transforming the poetry into something alive. You listened, entranced—not just by the poem, but by him. By the way he looked at you in between stanzas, as if gauging your reaction, as if each line mattered more because you were there to hear it.

When he finished, the world seemed quieter, like the poem had pressed pause on everything else. He closed the book with a satisfied sigh, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “Well?”

“Very raw,” you teased, but your smile gave away how much you’d loved it.

He laughed, tossing the book onto the chair beside him. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” you shot back, crawling up onto the lounge chair with him. You nestled into his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as if it had always belonged there.

[missarchive]

Can i have a request bimbo!reader x dom!spencer when he suddenly punishing her but she had no idea why. Apparently it's because Spencer was jealous or maybe because the way she dressed? (It's up to you) thxxx

ive never written for bimbo!reader before, i hope this is okay <3

cw; +18 minors dni, dom!spencer, spanking, reader calls spencer "sir", slightly rough spencer

You twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the way your new dress hugged your curves. The blush-pink fabric was tight, short, and paired perfectly with the platform heels you’d been dying to wear. It was flirty, playful, and just the right amount of daring.

Spencer was already waiting in the living room, his patience something you knew you tested regularly. But you couldn’t help spending a little more time ensuring every detail was perfect, smoothing down the fabric and fluffing your hair one last time before stepping out.

When you entered the room, Spencer looked up from the book he’d been reading. His gaze swept over you, starting at your heels and slowly working his way up. You’d expected a compliment or even one of his adorably shy stares. Instead, his jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You're wearing that out?" His tone was calm, but there was a clipped edge to it that immediately put you on alert.

You blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Well, yeah,” you said with a little giggle, giving him a playful spin. “Isn’t it cute? I wanted to look good for you.”

Spencer set his book down slowly, deliberately. The soft thud of it hitting the coffee table was louder than it should have been. He stood, his towering frame suddenly feeling a lot more imposing.

“It’s not about whether it’s cute,” he said, his voice lower now, almost dangerous. “Do you have any idea what you were doing earlier?”

You tilted your head in confusion, his reaction so far removed from what you’d expected that you weren’t sure how to respond. “What do you mean? I didn’t do anything.”

He stepped closer, and the shift in his presence made your pulse quicken. “Oh, you didn’t do anything?” he echoed, his tone sharp and laced with sarcasm. “The way you bent over at the bar when you ‘dropped’ your napkin? Or how you let that guy put his hand on your waist while you giggled at everything he said? You think I didn’t notice?”

Your lips parted in shock, your cheeks flushing under his gaze. “Spence, I wasn’t—”

“Stop,” he interrupted, his voice cutting through your words like a blade. “Whether you meant to or not, you were acting like a little tease. And now, I think it’s time you learned a lesson about who you belong to.”

Your stomach flipped at the possessiveness in his voice, and your heart began to race. “But Spence,” you tried again, your voice soft and unsure, “I didn’t mean to upset you—”

He didn’t let you finish. “That’s enough,” he said firmly, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he guided you toward the bedroom. His touch wasn’t rough, but the intent behind it was clear. “If you didn’t know what you were doing, then it’s my job to remind you of the rules.”

Your legs felt like jelly as he brought you into the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click that seemed to echo in the silence. Spencer let go of your wrist, turning to face you fully. His eyes raked over you, taking in every detail of your appearance—the dress, the heels, the way you fidgeted nervously under his gaze.

“Take it off,” he ordered, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated, your hands hovering near the zipper of your dress. “Spencer, I didn’t mean to—”

“Take. It. Off,” he repeated, each word punctuated with a quiet intensity that made your breath hitch.

Your fingers fumbled with the zipper as you slid the dress down, the fabric pooling at your feet. You felt completely exposed, standing there in just your lacy lingerie and heels, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone softer now but no less commanding. He stepped closer, his fingers lightly grazing your jaw as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

Spencer’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, patting his thigh. “Over my lap,” he instructed.

You hesitated for only a moment before obeying, draping yourself over his lap. The position made you acutely aware of every shift in his body, the warmth of his hands as they rested lightly on the curve of your ass.

“You’re going to count for me,” he said, his voice steady. “And if you lose track, we start over. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

The first swat landed, sharp but not too hard, sending a jolt through you.

“One,” you said shakily.

The next came a little harder, and you bit your lip. “Two.”

Spencer didn’t rush, each strike measured and purposeful, alternating between firm and teasing. By the time you reached five, your skin was warm, and your head was spinning.

“Tell me why I’m punishing you,” Spencer said, his hand resting on your now-sensitive skin.

“Because… because I forgot the rules,” you said, your voice trembling.

“And who do you belong to?” he asked, leaning down so that his breath brushed against your ear.

“You,” you whispered, your voice filled with equal parts surrender and devotion. “I belong to you.”

Spencer’s hand caressed your skin, soothing the heat he’d created. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now, let’s make sure you don’t forget that again.”

And as he continued your lesson, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of security, knowing that you were his in every way that mattered.

[woozinhos]

reenacting a steamy book with wonwoo and then at the end he asked "is it better than your book?"

You were sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book. You didn't even notice Wonwoo walking into the room until he stood in front of you, looking at the cover of the book with a smirk on his face.

"What's that you're reading?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You quickly tried to hide the book, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Uh, nothing," you said, avoiding his gaze. "Just a book."

Wonwoo chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Just a book, huh?" he said, plucking the book from your hands. "Looks like a steamy romance novel to me."

You felt your face grow even hotter as Wonwoo flipped through the pages of the book, his eyes scanning the words.

"Seems like a pretty... detailed read," he said, his voice low and husky. "I didn't know you were into this kind of thing."

He sat down next to you on the couch, holding the book open in front of him. You shifted uncomfortably, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement as Wonwoo continued to read the book.

"You've been holding out on me," he said, his eyes still fixed on the pages. "This is some pretty explicit stuff. I didn't know you were such a fan of these types of scenes."

He glanced over at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"But you know what? I think I can help make your book dreams come true."

Wonwoo found a page in the book that seemed to catch his interest, and his smirk grew wider.

"I think we should try this one," he said, turning the book to show you the page. "It looks like it could be fun."

You glanced at the page, feeling a rush of heat at the thought of recreating the scene with Wonwoo. It was definitely a... risqué one. Wonwoo cleared his throat and began to read from the page.

"She was pinned against the wall, his body pressed flush against hers. He nipped at her earlobe, his hands roaming over her body as he whispered dirty words in her ear."

He paused for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

"Sound familiar?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Wonwoo continued reading, his voice taking on a sultry tone.

"He slid his hand under her skirt, his fingers tracing a path up her thigh. She gasped as he nibbled on her neck, his other hand tangling in her hair."

He paused again, his gaze darkening as he looked at you.

"You like it so far?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

You nodded, your heart racing as you listened to him read. You could feel the heat building between your legs as he continued to describe the scene in explicit detail.

"He lifted her up, pinning her against the wall as he captured her lips in a hungry kiss," Wonwoo read, his voice dripping with desire. "She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm."

Wonwoo set the book aside and looked at you with a predatory glint in his eyes.

"I think we should definitely recreate this," he said, his voice husky. "What do you say?"

He reached out to run a hand up your thigh, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You bit your lip, feeling a surge of desire at his touch. You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," you said, your heart pounding in your chest. "Let's do it."

Wonwoo smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. He leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I knew you'd be into it," he whispered, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. "Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?"

You nodded again, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as Wonwoo led you to the bedroom. Once inside, he pushed you up against the wall, his body pressing against yours. He captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and waist.

Wonwoo was relentless as he recreated the scene from the book. His hands roamed over your body, his lips and teeth marking your skin with bites and kisses. He pinned you against the wall, his body pressed flush against yours as he nipped at your earlobe and whispered dirty words in your ear. He hoisted you up, holding you against the wall as he ground his hips against yours. You moaned in response, feeling the heat building between your legs as he repeated every action described in the book. Wonwoo moved to your neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin as his hands roamed lower. He pushed your shirt up, his fingers tracing patterns over your stomach and up to your breasts.

He captured one of your nipples between his lips, teasing it with his tongue as he continued to hold you against the wall. His hips ground against yours, creating delicious friction that sent shivers of pleasure down your spine. Wonwoo pushed you harder against the wall, your body bent over as your ass pressed against his groin. He gripped your hips, holding you in place as he ground against you from behind.

"Just like in the book, right?" he growled, his voice low and rough. "You like being bent over like this, don't you?"

Wonwoo quickly pulled your clothes off, his hands moving with a practiced ease. He stood behind you, his body pressed against yours as he took in the sight of your bare skin.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, his hands roaming over your curves. "I could do this all day."

Wonwoo chuckled darkly as he teased you, slapping his hard length against your pussy.

"Someone's eager," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "You want me that bad, huh?"

You moaned at the sensation, feeling the heat building between your legs even more. You tried to grind back against him, desperate for more contact. Wonwoo chuckled again, enjoying your neediness. He ran his hands up your thighs, spreading your legs apart slightly.

"Patience," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I'll give you what you want, but you have to be good for me."

Wonwoo continued to tease you, slowly pushing just the tip of his cock into your entrance. He relished in the way your body reacted, the way you squirmed and moaned beneath him.

"You want more, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "You want me to fill you up completely, but I'm going to take my time."

Wonwoo continued to tease you, his cock sliding up and down your slit as he held your hips in place. He was driving you crazy with desire, but he refused to give in to your pleas.

"You're so wet for me," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I love seeing you like this, so desperate and needy."

Wonwoo finally relented, thrusting into you hard and deep. He let out a groan as he filled you up completely, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"You feel so good," he growled, starting to move inside you. "You're so tight and perfect."

He started to move faster, his hips snapping against yours with each thrust. He was relentless, pounding into you from behind as he hit all the right spots.

"You're taking me so well," he panted, his hands gripping your hips even tighter. "You were made for this, weren't you?"

Wonwoo wrapped his hand around your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck. He watched the way your ass met his hips, the sight of you bent over and taking him so willingly driving him wild.

"You look so good like this," he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "So good for me, letting me take you however I want."

Wonwoo leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"Is this like the book scene?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Is this everything you wanted?"

You nodded, unable to form words as Wonwoo continued to pound into you from behind. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through your body, and you were completely lost in the sensations.

"Good," he growled, his grip on your hair tightening. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

Wonwoo's moans filled the room as he continued to thrust into you, his hips snapping against yours with a primal need. He slapped your ass again, the sound of his hand connecting with your skin echoing through the room.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice possessive. "All mine to do with as I please."

Wonwoo's pace became more frantic, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he chased his own release. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the sensation building deep in his core.

"I'm going to come," he panted, his fingers digging into your hips. "And I'm going to fill you up until you're dripping with me."

Wonwoo let out a guttural moan as he came, his body shuddering with pleasure as he released deep inside you. He held onto you tightly, his grip almost bruising as he rode out his orgasm. He stayed like that for a moment, his body pressed against yours as he tried to catch his breath. He gently kissed the back of your neck before slowly pulling out of you. Wonwoo gently turned you around, his hands cupping your face as he looked at you with a satisfied smile.

"You did so well," he said, his voice low and tender. "You're amazing."

He pulled you close, holding you against his chest as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks. Wonwoo looked at you with a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Well?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Was I better than the book?"

[hisaangel]

Luigi mangione x f!reader

cw: Smut, p in v, unprotected, pet names

his hands on your hips, lifting you onto the nearest counter. Hands sliding over your thighs, pushing your legs apart. A whine leaving your lips in a desperete plea as his fingers brush over your naked folds.

"oh you poor little thing, have you been this wet the entire day? just waiting for me to come home?" his fingers sliding into the wetness, thrusting his fingers into you at a slow pace.

Whinning as he pulled them out of your heat, lifting you off the counter, gently pushing you down onto your knees. Looking up at him as he remove his belt, unbuttoning his jeans. Reaching your hand up to rest on his thigh, fingers grasping at the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down.

His hands wrapping around his cock, giving it a few pumps before taking a fistfull of your hair guiding you to his cock "You look so good when youre on your knees for me baby"

Parting your lips, taking his tip in your mouth, a whimper leaving his mouth as you swirl around on the tip with your toungue. Grasping at your hair tighter, thrusting his hips forward making his head fall back.

pulling you off of him as he feels himself getting close, fingers leaving your hair now grasping at your chin pulling you up, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. Hands sliding down your body, grasping the back of your thighs as he lifts you up. Nipping at your bottom lip before parting your lips to let him brush his tongue against his.

Gasping as Luigi drops you onto the bed, pushing yourself up on your elbows, looking up at him hungrily.

"are you gonna be a good girl for me?" holding his gaze onto yours as you nodded, shocking his head as he unbuttoned his flannel "use your words doll" "yes" reaching out for him as he moved over you, using his knee to push your legs apart "so wet for me" smirking as he gets down on his knee at the end of the bed, yanking you down until your hips were only inches away from his face

Pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs, watching as his mouth moved closer to your throbbing oussy, head falling back as he press his tongue onto your clit. Eyes rolling back as he sucked on your sensitive clit, a moan leaving your lips as your walls clenches.

Climbing over you as you scotted up the bed, leaning up planting a kiss on his lips, pulling him down as you laid back on the bed. Pressing a kiss to your neck "ive been thinking about being in this pussy the entire day

Gaving no warning before sinking into you, nails diggin into the skin on his back at the sudden feeling. thrusting into you at a fast pace.

Pleasure bulding up in your stomach, moving your hips to meet his. Luigi pressing kisses onto your forehead as he continues to fuck i to you. Flipping you over so you were on your knees, hands moving up your back as he pushes your chest down onto the bed.

His tip rubbing your folds, whining as you pushed your hips against his once again. a gasp leaving your lips as his hand collides with your ass, palm soothing the red mark.

"Let me take care of you bunny" slamming into you at a even faster speed than earlier. yelping as his hand meets your ass check again, his fingers grasping onto you as he continued to fuck your heat. Your legs now shaking at the overwhelming pleassure, Luigi leaning ddown, wrapping his arm around your chest pulling you up with him. Hand wrapping lightly around the base of your neck. Whimpering with each of his thrusts, head falling back onto his chest.

Looking down at you, noticing your mouth fall open. Sliding his other hand from the hip to between the thighs, assaultimng your clit. "you're taking me so well baby" feeling you clench around him, whimpering as you came all over his cock. His hips snapping against yours as he chased his own orgasm, a groan leaving his lips as he finally released into you. not stopping his thrusts until you were trembling. pulling out of you.

gently laying you down on the bed, quickly laying down next to you. Smilling to himself as you curled into his body, placing your head on his sweaty bare chest.

[joongsheartx]

ot8 ateez how they get you to squirt for the first time + their reaction

a/n: sorry this took so much time to get out! i’ve been super busy. hope you enjoy! written at 3 am, sorry if there’s typos

warnings: unprotected sex mentioned in mingi and wooyoung’s (wrap it up :3 ) | mdni

maknae line

(hyung line)

san

you’re sitting between his legs, back pressed to his chest, and legs spread wide

all he has to do is use his fingers

he started with delicately circling your clit

your head rest on his shoulder, sighing at the soft touch

he keeps curling your clit, asking if you want more in which you eagerly nod at

it doesn’t take long after that for him to slide his pointer and middle finger in

he ruthlessly curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl

he places soft kisses on your exposed neck

your hips are bucking and legs are shaking as he makes you cum over and over again

he can feel you clenching around his fingers each time you cum

he doesn’t let up and he’s back to hitting that spot again

this time the feeling is much more intense

your eyes roll back and your hands reach out to hold onto his arm that’s causing you so much pleasure

and with one last curl of his fingers, you feel the release

pride fills san’s body as he watches you come undone.

he lets out a soft groan when he sees just how much he got out of you.

it takes a moment for you to come back, you feel san’s hand slowly rubbing your leg. and he’s kissing your shoulder ever so often

when you breathing returns to normal, you feel a wet spot underneath yourself

“san did i?”

“mhm” he smiles, as he places another kiss on your shoulder

“you did so well baby, i told you i could do it.”

“i’ll never doubt your fingers skills again i guess.” you both laugh

mingi

you and mingi has discovered quickly that doggy was the position that made both of you go crazy

mingi would get so into the thrusts, his pelvis smaking into your ass

doggy always made mingi hit your g spot like no tomorrow

so when he flips you over onto your stomach you already know he wants you on all fours

you feel an exciting flutter in your stomach and you can feel yourself clenching around nothing

your ass pokes out, pussy clenching. as you wait for him to slide in

“fuck your dripping baby.” he says as your wetness drips down from your pussy.

with the head of his cock, he collects the drool and pushes it back into you

when his hips hits your ass, you both let out a moan

it’s like something switches in mingi and he starts fucking into you while holding your arms behind your back for leverage.

“so deep.” you manage to make out between your moans “right there.”

every time his hips meet your ass you feel his balls graze your clit causing your mind to go numb

“so.fucking.wet.” he says between thrusts

he can tell your close by the way your clenching around him

his hips drive even faster, pushing you over the edge

you let out a loud moan that you wouldn’t be shocked if your neighbours heard.

mingi let’s put a whimper and he’s shooting his warm cum into you

when you both sober up mingi slowly slides out.

“i wanted to last longer but you squirting on him dick was so fucking sexy.”

wooyoung

you’re riding him

your feet are flat on the bed on both sides of him

he has both of his hands on your hips guiding you up and down

“using my cock so well baby.”

his words have you biting your lip and you continue to bounce

he slows you down and starts guiding your hips to grind on him. you follow his direction immediately

you let out a string of profanities

“god, love seeing you make yourself feel good.” he moans

the grinding causes your clit to get some friction

when your hips slow down wooyoung is already lifting your hips

he starts to fuck into you

your jaw drops as he starts to repeatedly hit your g stop

“wooyoung right there, don’t fucking stop.”

your brain can’t comprehend how fast his hips are moving and how deep he’s fucking into you

it isn’t long before you feel the pressure build up

he brings you down and guides your hips to grind again

your hips have a mind of their own as they chase the high

your breathing in jagged as your hips snap back and forth

wooyoung is trying his best to not cum

but when he feels the tight clench of you pussy paired with the wet release, his cock gains a mind of its own

you collapse on his chest, trying to regain your breath

“that was a first for the both of us.” you giggle

“if you keep squirting like that i’m not going to be able to control when i cum.”

“i don’t know if that sounds like a bad thing.” you giggle.

jongho

once jongho was between your legs it was going to take a lot of work for him to stop

he always craved the way you tasted and he could never get enough

all the past times he’d gone down on you, you had been on your back with him between your legs

but jongho had always been wanted to try this

“you sure you want me to do this?” you questioned, looking down at him with your legs enclosed around his head

“love, please just sit on my face.” he pouted.

you couldn’t believe how much he would beg for this. but ultimately, you gave him what he wanted.

the warmth of his tongue exploring your lips causing you to let out a hitched breath

his tongue continued to your entrance, swirling before going in

you let go of some of your weight on him

his hands came up to squeeze your thighs

you gasp, almost lifting some weight off him but before you could he pulled you down even more

for minutes he teased your entrance, and yes it felt good, but your clit was practically screaming for attention

“please jongho.” you beg.

his eyes locked on your as you begged.

and although his mouth was covered you can see the small smirk on his lips

he moved his mouth right over your clit, blowing on it to give you one last tease

“jongho.” you pout again.

he lets out a little laugh before his lips are around your clit.

you take a sharp inhale

he starts humming, sending vibrations through your bud

your hands reach for the headboard

“fuuuck baby!” you exclaim

your hips start to grind on his face which causing him to let out more hums and moans

with his lips latched to you clit, his tongue starts to flutter right on the bud sending you into your orgasm

jongho feels the wetness drip on his chin before he quickly starts lapping up your juices.

after some 10/10 aftercare, the both of you are cuddling on some new fresh sheets

“i got you to squirt on my face, i can now die happy!”

“oh shut it.” you giggle

[seitmai]

You were certain Tyler wouldn’t be mean about your feelings or make you feel bad, but you were equally certain you weren’t his type. You’d met a fair amount of guys that looked as good as him, and not a single one of them was ever interested in you. You weren’t ashamed of your body, but you weren’t exactly comfortable being the only overweight person in your friend group.

🥺🥺🥺

He noticed you still hadn't met his gaze, a fact he chose to ignore. Instead, he opted to use the moment to his advantage, blue-green eyes sweeping over your form, noting the exposed, soft flesh of your legs. He had twin urges to sink his teeth into your thighs and feel them wrap around his head until he couldn't breathe. He quickly shook the image out of his head before those impure thoughts could make their way below the belt line.

The definition of ogling 🤭

You blanched further. "It's-it's a physiological response--" "To you," he added firmly. "A physiological response to you."

Just a physiological response, sure 🤭

"No--that you want me." Tyler grabbed both of your hands and squeezed them between his. "I am completely certain I want you in every meaning of the word. I would, however, like to start with getting to know you...biblically." You let out a breathy laugh. "I would ask if you're drunk, but I already know the answer." "Sober as a priest, darlin'." "So you're just insane then?"

Urgh I just loved this exchange 😍

He grinned, but you could see a light blush dusting his cheeks even in the dark room. "I, uh--I've read a lot of those books you told me about." "Books I've read?" He nodded. "I had no idea." "Well I knew how much you liked them and I was curious...so I started reading one and I couldn't stop. They actually gave me some ideas for things I'd like to do with you." "I'm not quite sure why that's so hot, but it is. So if you could please kiss me again, I'd appreciate it."

What a declaration of love 🥰 + extremely hot 🤤

His nostrils flared and he balled his hands into fists. "No one has the right to make negative comments on your appearance. No one, including you. I'm sorry anyone ever made you feel like you weren't a fucking prize, but that's their loss. If you don't feel comfortable showing me your body yet, then I won't push you, but I need you to know I want to see every inch of you...so I can worship every inch of you."

"I wanted a better angle." With that, he threw your legs over his shoulders and dove into your pussy.

🤭🤭🤭

After several minutes, your thighs began to burn and your motions slowed. Tyler noticed your energy waning, so he pulled you down flush against his chest and kissed you deeply. He thrust up into you a couple times before flipping you onto your back. "Let me take care of you," he murmured as he began to slowly thrust into you.

He is so sweet and hot at the same time 🥰😮‍💨

"Just appreciating how sweet you are." He smiled. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't think I was just gonna leave you here with this mess." His tone was light, though slightly chastising. "I've never had someone take care of me after sex," you admitted, a soft blush gracing your cheeks.

I just wanna give her a hug 🥺

As you closed your eyes, your foolish brain began to overthink every moment of the night. You wondered if he would regret his choices in the light of day, or if he would want to actually have a real relationship with you. Tyler felt the tension in your body and his grip on you tightened. "Turn your brain off, princess." You inhaled sharply before letting out a soft chuckle. "How'd you know?" "I know you. I can practically hear your brain overthinking," he teased. "Whatever your anxiety says is wrong. I'm in this for the long haul, okay?"

He truly is perfect 🥹

He smiled and handed them to you, but when you stepped closer, you saw the marks on his biceps--crescent moon shaped scabs. "Oh my god," you gasped. "Did I do that?" Tyler's eyes followed your line of sight. "It's not a big deal, princess. They're badges of honor, as all marks from you are." You looked down to where his fingers grazed your skin and realized he was right. A light blush crept up to your cheeks. "I have to admit...I quite like the idea of you marking me." Tyler grinned wolfishly. "Now you know how I feel."

They match each other's freak 😌🤭

Lily made eye contact with you, noting your expression, your's and Tyler's wet hair, and the hold he still had on your hand. A knowing grin spread across her face. "I think I know exactly who used all the hot water."

Hahah I love that Lily just instantly knows 😅

Destination: Motel Feelings

Pairing: Tyler Owens x plus size!reader

Summary: Two friends. One bed. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: it’s just a whole lot of smut, with a droplet of fluff. Cursing, use of pet names, self-esteem/body image issues. Oral (M & F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), pretty fluffy sex overall.

“At least this motel is cleaner than the last one,” you mumbled as you entered the main lobby.

The motel was small, as most were in bumbfuck, Oklahoma, but it would have to do for the night.

“Who’s bunking with me this round?” Boone asked.

“Dexter’s with you. Dani and Lily are sharing, and then it’s me and Tyler,” you answered.

Since the six of you traveled together regularly, you’d made it a point to rotate sleeping arrangements to make it fair. This week was your week to bunk with Tyler. You always hated when it was just you and him, not because of anything he did, but because of how awkward you felt the entire time.

It wasn’t your fault he was gorgeous and charming and funny and smart…the combination of which made you want him with an unhealthy desperation. He was your favorite person to be around, but never alone. You needed a buffer to keep you from being incredibly awkward, or gods forbid, telling him how you felt.

You were certain Tyler wouldn’t be mean about your feelings or make you feel bad, but you were equally certain you weren’t his type. You’d met a fair amount of guys that looked as good as him, and not a single one of them was ever interested in you. You weren’t ashamed of your body, but you weren’t exactly comfortable being the only overweight person in your friend group.

You'd long since accepted the curves that came with puberty, curves that had only grown as you'd gotten older. Not a single part of you was what you would deem small, other than perhaps your height. You had large boobs and the back pain to accompany them, along with hips and an ass you were convinced could stop traffic. Your stomach had long been your biggest hurdle--and your main point of self-consciousness. Suffice it to say you were soft...and Tyler was very much not.

"You don't sound excited to be sharing a room with me, darlin'," Tyler teased lightly from behind you.

You chuckled in response. "I think I'd sell my kidney to stay in a hotel room without any of you for a week."

The rest of the team laughed while Boone and Dexter stepped up to the counter to check-in. Dani went next, grabbing room keys for her and Lily. The four of them went upstairs to throw their bags down, with a promise to be back in the lobby in 10 minutes for dinner.

You and Tyler smiled at the older woman behind the counter as you gave your name to check-in. The woman frowned slightly as she looked at her computer screen.

"Is everything alright?" Tyler asked gently.

"Well, it seems there was a bit of a mix up," she began. "We actually only have one room available."

"That's fine," you reasoned. "We only need one."

The woman nodded, but her expression still looked mildly uncomfortable. "It's--uh--it's a single."

You froze, contemplating the meaning of her words.

"Is there a couch?" Tyler asked, saving you from the discomfort.

She nodded, a look of relief crossing her face. "There is!"

"Then we'll take it," Tyler said with a smile.

A few minutes later, the two of you had your keys and were on the way upstairs to your room. You unlocked the door and barked out a laugh as you took in the space.

Tyler stepped in behind you and let out a low groan. "That's the couch?"

You laughed harder. "I didn't know they made couches that small. It's comical."

Tyler sighed and tossed his bag onto the freakishly small couch. "It's only for a night, right?"

You winced slightly. "At least two...possibly three."

"Shit," he mumbled.

"Ty, I'm not making you sleep on that tiny thing. You're over 6 feet tall...I don't even think you'll fit."

You both turned your attention to the bed on the other side of the room. Somehow, the queen sized bed looked dauntingly small to you.

"I'll, uh, take the couch," you offered.

"This thing looks like it's older than we are," Tyler muttered. "I wouldn't want my worst enemy sleeping on this thing, let alone you."

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, likely a text from Boone or Lily reminding you about dinner. "We'll figure it out after dinner. I'm starving."

Tyler nodded his agreement and followed you back down to the lobby where the rest of the team was waiting.

**********

By the time dinner was over and you'd said goodnight to the rest of the team, you'd nearly forgotten the predicament awaiting you in your room. Reality smacked you in the face the moment you opened the door and stepped back into the small space, a deep sigh settling in your chest.

"Why don't you get a shower first and I'll figure out how to make this work," Tyler said gently.

You just nodded, not wanting to consider the most logical solution to this particular issue. You grabbed your bag and entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You made quick work of your shower and nighttime preparations, slipping on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of very short shorts.

You stared in the mirror for a moment, lost in a wave of self-consciousness. Every dimple in your thighs was visible, the soft flesh jiggling with your movements. You'd forgotten to throw a pair of pj pants in your bag before leaving home this time, so the shorts were all you had. You sighed, knowing it wasn't gonna get any better than it currently was, so you grabbed your bag and went back out into the room.

Tyler was lying on the floor, a singular blanket and pillow his only form of bedding.

A light laugh accompanied your words as you took in the sight before you. "What the heck are you doing?"

Tyler looked up with an uncomfortable shrug. "Sleeping on the floor. What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're insane," you said lightly. "I don't even want to know how disgusting these floors are...I would much rather sleep on the couch than let you sleep on the floor all night."

"Having sat on the couch already, I can promise you the floor is more comfortable."

You scoffed. "Impossible." You crossed the room and dropped onto the couch with an oomph. "Jesus--this thing is a rock."

Tyler laughed at your obvious discomfort. "I told you. There's no way I'm letting you sleep on that thing. At least one of us needs to get a good night's sleep."

"So why don't you sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the floor."

Tyler glared at you. "Not happening, sweetheart. My mama raised me better than that."

You rolled your eyes. "No offense, Tyler, but I think you're a little too old to sleep on the floor these days. You're gonna wake up with a slipped disk and a hernia."

His laughter brought a smile to your face. "I'm not that old, (Y/N)."

"Well I'm definitely that old--and I'm a year younger than you."

He smirked as he pulled himself off the floor. "You're taking the bed, you muppet."

Your jaw dropped, a choked laugh escaping your throat. "Did you just call me a muppet?"

"Yes I did and I don't regret it." He grabbed his bag and rushed past you to get to the bathroom before you could find something to throw at him.

"Muppet," you murmured under your breath. "He's the muppet."

"I heard that!"

"Get in the shower, Owens!" you laughingly yelled back.

You unceremoniously dropped onto the bed, a sigh breezing past your lips. You were tired and the thought of having the entire bed to yourself was a pleasant one...until you sat up and looked at the makeshift bed on the cold, hard, unforgiving floor.

You knew there was no way you could let him sleep on the floor. While the comments about his age had been a joke, you were both in your 30s now and sleeping wrong could genuinely fuck you up for days. You absolutely couldn't make him sleep on the damn floor.

You glanced at the empty bed beside you and groaned. Sharing a bed with Tyler ranked very highly on your list of most horrifying situations. There was a high probability you would actually combust from embarrassment alone. What if you did something weird in your sleep? What if you kicked him or pushed him out of the bed? What if you accidentally tried to cuddle with him? You would die of mortification.

While you were contemplating all the ways this could go horribly wrong, Tyler came out from the bathroom clad in his boxers and a scandalously tight white t-shirt. You bit your lip, looking away from him hurriedly. You could feel the blush heating your cheeks and you prayed he wouldn't notice.

You cleared your throat quietly before gesturing to the bed beside you. You couldn't quite meet his gaze as you said, "You're not sleeping on the floor, so you might as well take half the bed."

Tyler raised his eyebrows even though he knew you weren't looking his way. "You sure, sweetheart? I don't wanna impose."

You shrugged. "We're adults, Ty. I think we can manage to share a bed for a couple nights without making it weird."

He noticed you still hadn't met his gaze, a fact he chose to ignore. Instead, he opted to use the moment to his advantage, blue-green eyes sweeping over your form, noting the exposed, soft flesh of your legs. He had twin urges to sink his teeth into your thighs and feel them wrap around his head until he couldn't breathe. He quickly shook the image out of his head before those impure thoughts could make their way below the belt line.

"We can put a pillow in the middle if you want," he offered sweetly.

"The bed is a little small for that--besides, we only have three pillows on this damn bed and I'm using two of them."

Tyler chuckled as he scooped up his pillow from the floor and placed it beside yours. He lowered himself onto the bed, feeling the mattress dip with his weight. "Why do you get two pillows and I only get one?"

"Because you like to sleep as flat as possible like some sort of psychopath."

Tyler laughed heartily, his grin widening as he took in the small smile gracing your face. "A psychopath?"

"Retaliation for calling me a muppet."

He laughed again, smacking you gently with his pillow. The action earned him a glare, followed by a slow, teasing smirk. His mind went blank as you finally made eye contact with him. Your pupils swallowed up nearly all of your irises thanks to the dim lighting and the singular lamp on his bedside table cast the prettiest glow on your skin. The only thought that crossed his mind was the word 'radiant'.

He swallowed thickly, forcing the word back down his throat before he could blurt it out. You'd never once given him an indication you felt the same way he did, and the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable.

"Alright, weirdo. Turn off that light so we can go to sleep," you murmured, breaking the spell of the moment.

Tyler did as you asked before settling more comfortably into the bed. You laid on your side, back to him, and he felt the urge to run his fingers through your hair--yet another urge he immediately suppressed.

He rolled over so his back was to you and let out a soft sigh. He had to admit he was tired, but being in the same bed with you and not touching you was almost painful, enough so that he wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep.

"Goodnight, Tyler," you whispered softly, keeping your eyes trained on the wall, even though you desperately wanted to look at him one more time.

"Goodnight, (Y/N/N)." He paused. "Just do me one favor."

"Hmm?"

"Keep your icy ass feet away from me."

You laughed, swinging your leg back to plant your foot against his bare calf. He swore and nearly jumped at the sensation.

"They're like icicles!"

You giggled. "They're not that bad you drama queen."

He rolled over enough to glare at your back. "That's drama king to you."

You shot a matching glare over your shoulder before you both burst out laughing. You swatted his arm affectionately, trying not to marvel at the firm muscles beneath your palm. "Go to sleep."

He smiled as he faced away again. "Goodnight, icicle."

He heard your breathy laugh as you murmured, "Goodnight, drama king."

**********

The exhaustion must have kicked in at some point because you could barely remember falling asleep when you awoke in the middle of the night. It took you several moments to orient yourself, having forgotten where you were.

In those moments before lucidity settled in, you could feel a radiating heat at your back and you instinctively curled into it, pressing against something very firm.

Then you felt it--breath gently blowing against your neck, something heavy draped across your middle, and someone's very large body pressed against you from head to foot.

Tyler. His name slammed into your brain, pushing you firmly into wide-awake territory. You quickly realized it was his body wrapped around yours, his breath caressing your neck, his arm holding you tightly against him.

You laid there, utterly frozen, as you contemplated what to do. His grip on you was surprisingly firm, preventing you from simply rolling out of his grasp, and there wasn't much room on your side of the bed to escape to anyway.

Somewhere in Tyler's subconscious, he must have felt the shift in your body and the urge to ease your tension was one he couldn't ignore even in his dreaming state.

His grip on you tightened even more, pulling you back against his chest. He pressed forward into you and you shifted slightly in an attempt to distance yourself. In doing so, you wiggled your ass right against his semi-hard member, eliciting a soft groan from Tyler's lips.

With absolute horror, you felt him start to harden even more, the urge to melt into the floor growing with each moment. You didn't want him to wake up and be mortified, so you tried to move away from him without waking him.

Your movements stirred him into awareness, the current situation coming into focus as he awoke. You felt the moment Tyler woke up fully, his body going rigid against yours before rolling away from you with shocking speed.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," he muttered in embarrassment. "I-I didn't mean--shit. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you murmured, trying to diffuse the situation. "You were sleeping--it happens."

He groaned and rubbed his face wearily. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

His voice was low and pained, the tone making your chest ache. "You didn't. It's alright." You reached out a hand to brush against his arm. "Hey...look at me."

His body remained tense beneath your fingers. "Ty," you urged.

He finally turned to look at you and he found himself surprised at your open expression. You didn't look angry or upset, in fact, if he didn't know better, he'd say you looked intrigued.

"No more apologizing," you ordered when he opened his mouth with a clear apology on his lips. "I didn't mind."

Your eyes widened as you realized what you'd just admitted, a bright pink blush quickly deepening your skin.

Emboldened by your words, Tyler leaned towards you slightly. "Which part? Me holding you? Or my obvious physical attraction to you?"

You exhaled sharply. "Your what?"

Tyler's eyes scanned your face and he was certain he saw a whole lot more than intrigue written there--he'd even say it was desire. "Oh come on princess. You felt my reaction..."

You blanched further. "It's-it's a physiological response--"

"To you," he added firmly. "A physiological response to you."

Your mouth opened and closed in an embarrassing representation of a fish before you finally pushed out one word, "Me?"

Tyler smirked, looking around the room. "You're the only one here, sweetheart."

You looked down at yourself before looking back at him, repeating the motion twice before you sputtered, "You-you. No--you...no way. You can't."

He smiled at your fumbled words. "I can and I do. I've never met anyone who makes me feel the way you do."

"Physically?" you gasped in disbelief.

He chuckled. "Physically and emotionally, actually."

Your draw dropped further. "What?"

Tyler stood up and moved to your side of the bed, kneeling down in front of you. "Let me make this very explicitly clear, (Y/N). Yes, I find you attractive. Yes, I want you. Yes, I think you're incredible. No, I don't just wanna fuck. Yes, I want to be with you."

You stared at him in silence for a long moment. "Am I dreaming?" you whispered.

He shook his head and gently brushed a thumb against your outer thigh. "We're both wide awake, baby."

"Are you sure?"

He chuckled. "That we're awake? Very."

"No--that you want me."

Tyler grabbed both of your hands and squeezed them between his. "I am completely certain I want you in every meaning of the word. I would, however, like to start with getting to know you...biblically."

You let out a breathy laugh. "I would ask if you're drunk, but I already know the answer."

"Sober as a priest, darlin'."

"So you're just insane then?"

He cocked his head to the side. "I've never felt more sane in my life. I've wanted you since the day you walked into my life, (Y/N). Only way I'm walking away now is if you tell me you don't feel the same."

You stared at him, a look of confused wonder on your face. Never did you think Tyler Owens would be saying this to you...but here he was, literally on his knees, telling you everything you've wanted to hear for so long.

"Of course I feel the same," you said softly. "How could I not?"

He smiled as he slowly pulled himself up, but instead of rising to his full height, he began to slowly crawl onto the bed, forcing you to lay down to accommodate him.

He stopped once you were fully trapped beneath him, lips so close you could feel his warm breath. "Stop me if this isn't what you want," he whispered.

You lifted your head to close the gap between you, lips pressing firmly against his. He groaned into the kiss, immediately deepening it.

You slid your tongue along the seam of his lips, silently begging him to let you in. He obliged, tongue meeting yours with fervent passion. He tangled his fingers into your hair with one hand, while the other slipped under your shirt to gently rub at your hips.

You were inclined to allow him to kiss you until you passed out from lack of oxygen, but he finally pulled away just enough to suck down a lungful of air.

"If I'd known kissing you felt like that, I would have done this years ago," he murmured.

You chuckled breathlessly. "I haven't been kissed like that in a long time--perhaps ever, if I'm honest."

"Then allow me to make a promise. I will kiss you like that every day for the rest of your life."

You gasped. "That's...a rather intense commitment, Ty."

"Five years, (Y/N)."

"I'm gonna die in five years?"

Tyler chuckled and shook his head. "God I hope not. I meant, I have wanted to do that for five years...so no, it's not as big of a commitment as you'd think. I'd think of it more as an honor."

You stared at him in silence for a moment. "Who taught you to talk like that?"

He grinned, but you could see a light blush dusting his cheeks even in the dark room. "I, uh--I've read a lot of those books you told me about."

"Books I've read?"

He nodded.

"I had no idea."

"Well I knew how much you liked them and I was curious...so I started reading one and I couldn't stop. They actually gave me some ideas for things I'd like to do with you."

"I'm not quite sure why that's so hot, but it is. So if you could please kiss me again, I'd appreciate it."

Tyler grinned, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You sighed into the kiss and pulled him even closer to you, desperate to feel as much of him as you could.

He felt the same way, right hand sliding farther up your side under your shirt, exposing more of your flesh as he went.

His thumb brushed the underside of your breast and he groaned into the kiss as he realized it meant you'd forgone a bra. He moved his hand to properly cup your breast, kneading the supple flesh before brushing a thumb over your peaked nipple.

You gasped softly and you reached for the hem of his shirt to tug it off. He allowed you to remove it and proceeded to reach for yours. A wave of self-consciousness hit you and you grabbed his wrists to stop him from lifting it further.

"Maybe we keep it on?" you said softly.

He looked confused. "Why?"

You didn't answer right away. You didn't want to admit to the feelings of self-doubt or acknowledge your body image issues, but you also didn't like the idea of being fully exposed to him. Especially now that you could see exactly how well-sculpted he was.

His eyes scanned your face, looking for an answer to his question. You weren't making eye contact with him, but you weren't telling him to stop, which only added to his growing confusion.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No!" you said quickly. "I just--I don't..."

The confusion on his face was almost endearing. He wanted to see you, touch you, kiss you...and he couldn't understand why you didn't want him to.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he whispered.

You shook your head immediately. "It's not you at all, Tyler. It's me."

He frowned. "I don't understand."

You let out an exasperated sigh, realizing you really would have to be straightforward. "I don't really like the way I look without clothes on." Your voice was low, barely a whisper, but he still heard every word.

Realization hit him like an EF5 tornado. "Who made you feel that way?"

The harsh tone of his voice surprised you, so much so that you finally made eye contact with him again. His eyes were dark and there was a hint of simmering anger in them.

When you didn't answer, he asked again. "Who made you feel like you weren't beautiful?"

You exhaled slowly. "Do you want a list?"

His nostrils flared and he balled his hands into fists. "No one has the right to make negative comments on your appearance. No one, including you. I'm sorry anyone ever made you feel like you weren't a fucking prize, but that's their loss. If you don't feel comfortable showing me your body yet, then I won't push you, but I need you to know I want to see every inch of you...so I can worship every inch of you."

Your lips parted in surprise as you let his words sink in. There was no hint of deception in his voice or his gaze, and it gave you a surge of much-needed confidence.

You sat up just enough to pull your shirt up and over your head before letting your back hit the sheets. Your pulse was racing, breathing ragged, and you couldn't quite make yourself look at him.

Tyler was silent as he beheld your exposed torso, gaze sweeping appreciatively over every dip and curve, mentally marking every spot he wanted to spend extra time on.

He finally looked back up at your face, noticing instantly that your eyes were trained on the ceiling. "Baby. Look at me."

The dominance in his voice, while gentle, left no room for argument. You met his adoring gaze and the last dredges of worry left your body, taking the tension along with it.

He watched your body relax and a small smile formed on his lips. He leaned forward so he hovered over you once more and murmured, "You are absolutely exquisite."

With those four words, you melted, becoming a pliable instrument to his will. He kissed you softly before beginning his descent down your jaw, your neck, to your collarbone, and finally to your breasts.

"I think I'll stop here for a while," he mumbled against your soft skin.

You let out a breathy chuckle as you slid your fingers into his hair. He was true to his word, not a single inch of skin left untouched by either his mouth or hands.

The growing need for him was starting to become more prominent, the slick gathering between your thighs almost to an embarrassing level. As much as you were enjoying the attention he paid to your breasts, you needed to feel him elsewhere.

Before you could voice the need, Tyler continued his descent down your stomach, kissing every little mark he found. He reveled in the feeling of softness beneath his hands, wanting nothing more than to touch your body forever.

"Tyler," you whimpered, need evident in your voice.

He chuckled against your skin. "So impatient."

You squirmed slightly, desperate for some form of friction, a need he, himself, was also feeling. He hooked his fingers in the sides of your shorts and you lifted your hips to allow him to remove the last scrap of fabric from your body.

The sound that slipped past Tyler's lips could only be described as a growl. "That tiny bit of fabric was all that was between me and all of this?"

You nodded, unable to speak as he slipped a finger between your folds to collect your slick. He brought the finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, moaning softly at your taste.

"I knew you would be delicious."

He dropped to his knees off the edge of the bed, then grabbed your hips and tugged you towards him. A squeal of surprise escaped you, which brought a smirk to his lips.

"I wanted a better angle." With that, he threw your legs over his shoulders and dove into your pussy.

Your moans immediately drowned out any of the other sounds in the room, and even the ambient noise from outside. Tyler was incredibly skilled with his mouth, even more than you'd always imagined.

His tongue swirled your clit as he slipped one finger into you, gently curling it against the soft, spongey spot that made your toes curl. Your hips jacked off the bed in response, causing him to drape an arm across your abdomen to hold you in place.

"More, Tyler," you begged.

He grinned and added another finger, increasing the pace of the thrusts and his ministrations on your clit. Your hands clawed at the sheets as you neared your peak, desperate pleas to not stop mixed with your moans of pleasure.

Tyler, of course, did not stop. He wanted you to cum as much as you wanted it. He could feel how close you were, your pussy was squeezing his fingers so tightly it was becoming harder to move them. You kept trying to move your hips to grind on his face for even more friction, but he held you in place.

With a final flick of his tongue, you fell over the edge, waves of pleasure filling your senses. Tyler didn't stop until your moans turned to soft whimpers and you squirmed away from him.

He crawled back onto the bed, watching you as you came down from your high. He was certain you'd never looked more beautiful. When he said as much, you blushed deeply and averted your gaze.

"Oh come on, princess. Don't get all shy on me now."

You giggled lightly and looked at him again. He looked so damn good it was nearly offensive. You reached for his boxers with a murmured, "May I?"

Instead of answering, he stood up and removed his boxers quickly. You bit your lip at the sight of his very large member. The man gave off big dick energy, so you really shouldn't have been surprised.

You licked your lips absentmindedly as you looked at him. You pulled yourself up into a sitting position and flicked your gaze to his face. He was surprised by the hunger evident in your expression and he suddenly felt his need for you intensify.

He took a step towards you as if to crawl back on top of you, but you shook your head. "Lie down," you commanded softly.

The look in your eyes had him obeying immediately. As soon as he'd laid down, you climbed onto him, straddling his thigh. Your soft hand wrapped firmly around his cock and you began to stroke him slowly, earning soft sounds of enjoyment from him.

You smirked as you took in his expression, pleasure evident on his face. You lowered yourself, taking him into your mouth with a soft moan of your own. His hand was instantly in your hair, grip tightening as you started moving.

You swirled your tongue around his head before sucking tightly. You relaxed your throat and continued to take more of him into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Anything your mouth couldn't take, your hand pleasured.

His moans spurred you on and guided your motions. You picked up on the subtle things that seemed to provide him more pleasure and you focused on those. Your own enjoyment was evident in the moans you made around his cock and the way you occasionally rubbed your pussy against his thigh, desperately seeking some relief.

Tyler could feel his orgasm fast approaching, but he wasn't ready to cum yet. With a strong tug on your hair, he lifted your head off his cock. You whined in annoyance, a small pout on your face when you met his gaze.

"Sorry, baby, but I'd like this to last."

Your expression softened and you shifted your body to straddle his hips. You leaned forward to kiss him deeply. He met your lips hungrily, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue delved into your mouth.

You gently brushed your pussy against his cock, eliciting needy moans from both of you.

"I don't think I can wait any longer," Tyler murmured.

"Me neither," you admitted. You sat back up, an odd expression he couldn't name on your face.

"You alright, sugar?"

You bit your lip. "Could I...could I ride you?"

A wide grin spread across Tyler's face. "'Course you can."

You weren't accustomed to being on top, but it was something you really wanted to try with him. You gripped his cock and slowly lowered yourself down onto him, gasps and whimpers leaving your lips as you took all of him.

Tyler's grip on your hips tightened, a low groan leaving his throat as he watched his cock disappear inside you. You shook slightly, so he rubbed soothing circles into your hips and whispered, "Just relax, baby. I've got you."

You nodded and took a deep breath, allowing your body time to adjust to his considerable size. You placed your hands against his chest, using them for leverage as you lifted yourself up and dropped back down onto his cock.

The sensation was incredible...and the control was utterly intoxicating. You started to move faster, spurred on by the way his fingers dug into your flesh and the sounds of pleasure escaping his parted lips.

After several minutes, your thighs began to burn and your motions slowed. Tyler noticed your energy waning, so he pulled you down flush against his chest and kissed you deeply. He thrust up into you a couple times before flipping you onto your back.

"Let me take care of you," he murmured as he began to slowly thrust into you.

His movements were slow and calculated, leaving you utterly breathless. Your nails scrapped along his shoulders and back, moans slipping past your lips with each thrust. "Tyler..." you whimpered.

He nipped at your collarbone in response to his name, the sound coming from your lips was easily the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard.

He pulled himself up onto his knees, tugging both of your legs up to rest against his chest. The new position elevated your hips at just the right angle for each thrust to press firmly against your sweet spot.

The chorus of broken moans coming from you mixed with the sounds your mingled bodies made to create the most intoxicating symphony Tyler'd ever heard.

There was not a single thought in your head other than the overwhelming pleasure you were on the receiving end of. You were lost in it--in him. Your nails dug roughly into his biceps as you clung to him with all your strength.

Gasps of his name left you, along with desperate pleas to keep going. Tyler pushed past the pain in his arms as you drew blood, his sole focus on making sure you reached your peak. He watched your face contort in pleasure, chest heaving, eyes closed, moans dripping from your open mouth.

"Look at me," he whispered.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to focus on his blue-green ones. The moment your eyes met, you fell apart with a fractured scream of his name. The muscles of your core clenched tightly around him, forcing him to a slower pace.

Tyler watched you in awe, utterly enraptured by the sheer magnitude of the moment. Your legs shook as he took them in his hands and gently lowered them back to the bed.

Your hands had fallen from his arms, but you now reached for him. "Ty."

He leaned forward, placing both his palms on the bed beside your head, caging you beneath him once again. His thrusts had slowed considerably, but you knew he needed his own release. You could see it in the tension lining his jaw and the desperation in his eyes.

You nipped his jaw affectionately, earning a low chuckle from him. "I want you to cum inside me," you murmured.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest at your words. His pace immediately picked back up, now chasing his own release. "You feel incredible, baby."

You sighed sweetly, fingers touching his tanned skin and tangling in his hair. "So do you."

His moans mixed with pants of your name, and he dug one hand into the hair at the nape of your neck, clinging to you desperately. "I can't get enough of you. So perfect for me."

You moaned softly at his words, loving the praise coming from him. You could tell he was close as his thrusts became more erratic.

You pressed kisses to his jaw and the column of his throat before whispering, "Cum for me, Tyler. Please, baby, I need it."

Tyler groaned loudly, hips stuttering as he spilled his seed deep inside you. He moaned your name against your lips, thrusts slowing to nothing. He kissed your jaw before collapsing on top of you, heavy pants leaving his mouth.

You kissed the top of his head and rubbed your fingers soothingly over his back. You could feel some of the marks you'd left on his skin, a slight embarrassment sinking into you.

"You were incredible," he murmured against your skin. "So much better than I'd imagined...and I've imagined it a lot."

You giggled lightly at his admission. "I might have imagined it once or twice myself."

He lifted his head to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And? Did I meet your expectations?"

"No," you said honestly, a small smile on your face. You saw his smirk fade slightly as you moved closer. "You exceeded them."

The tension in his face eased to a genuine smile. He pressed his lips against yours in a sweet kiss that still managed to make your toes curl.

Tyler slowly lifted himself off you, softening cock sliding out of you along with your mixed spends. You let out a soft whimper, which earned you a sweet smile and a loving kiss.

"I'm coming right back, princess. Just wanna clean up."

You watched him walk away to the bathroom, leaving you to wonder if you should try and get up too. After all, you needed cleaned up just as badly as he did.

He saved you from having to make that decision when he came back moments later with a warm washcloth. Your expression softened considerably when you realized he'd brought it for you.

"What's that face for?" he asked softly.

"Just appreciating how sweet you are."

He smiled. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't think I was just gonna leave you here with this mess." His tone was light, though slightly chastising.

"I've never had someone take care of me after sex," you admitted, a soft blush gracing your cheeks.

Tyler looked surprised as he slowly began to clean you up. "Clearly you've been sleeping with the wrong men."

You chuckled softly, even as you winced from the over-stimulation between your legs. "Looks like I made the right choice this time."

Tyler made sure you were completely clean and dry before responding. "I think we both did."

Your eyes brightened with emotion and you reached for him in a silent plea. He tossed the rag behind him towards the bathroom before crawling back into bed.

He grabbed you firmly, pulling you into his chest. You curled up against him, head resting against the muscle of his pectoral. You felt him brush his fingers down your arm, the movement affectionate and possessive.

You kissed his chest, a small sigh leaving your lips as you settled in. You felt the exhaustion coming to claim you and you could tell by Tyler's even breathing that it was coming for him too.

As you closed your eyes, your foolish brain began to overthink every moment of the night. You wondered if he would regret his choices in the light of day, or if he would want to actually have a real relationship with you.

Tyler felt the tension in your body and his grip on you tightened. "Turn your brain off, princess."

You inhaled sharply before letting out a soft chuckle. "How'd you know?"

"I know you. I can practically hear your brain overthinking," he teased. "Whatever your anxiety says is wrong. I'm in this for the long haul, okay?"

You exhaled heavily as if releasing all those negative thoughts. "I love you, Tyler," you whispered so softly he had to strain to hear.

His heart skipped a beat and a slow smile spread across his face. He nuzzled into your hair, his grip on your soft body tightening. "I love you too, princess."

The soft words of affection were the last you shared before falling asleep in each other's arms.

**********

The morning light shining in through the windows woke you, a groan of annoyance leaving you as you tried to block out the light.

Tyler's responding grumble sent shivers through your body, making you curl in closer to him. You felt his lips graze your forehead, as he said in a voice heavy with sleep, "Mornin', darlin'."

"Don't wanna," you groused.

Tyler chuckled lightly. "I know baby, but we gotta."

"Five more minutes."

He kissed your forehead again before untangling himself from you. "I'll give you ten. I'm gonna jump in the shower."

You whimpered as his warmth left you, but you quickly rolled over into the spot he'd just vacated. You sighed softly as you curled up, the residual heat from his body warming you.

He chuckled again and thought to himself that he could get used to this--waking up beside you. You looked even more beautiful in the morning light and he found himself excited to tell everyone he came across that you were his. He kissed you one last time before going to shower.

You heard the shower turn on and you debated the merits of joining him. You didn't want to get out of the warm bed, but you also knew you had to. A nice hot shower with the man of your dreams did sound rather enticing.

You groaned as you pulled yourself out of bed on slightly unstable legs. You slowly made your way to the bathroom, slipping in quietly. You could see Tyler's outline behind the glass, his back to you as he reached for his body wash.

You crossed the short distance, opening the shower door and stepping inside. "Mind if I join you?"

Tyler turned to you with a grin. "I'd love it, actually."

You reached a hand out for the body wash and washcloth he held. "Let me."

He smiled and handed them to you, but when you stepped closer, you saw the marks on his biceps--crescent moon shaped scabs. "Oh my god," you gasped. "Did I do that?"

Tyler's eyes followed your line of sight. "It's not a big deal, princess. They're badges of honor, as all marks from you are."

You bit your lip, clearly unconvinced.

"Baby." His voice was stern enough you immediately turned your attention to his face. "I'm okay. I promise."

You relaxed, the clear calm in his expression easing your worry. "Okay."

He grabbed your hips and tugged you towards him, a little smile on his face. "Besides, you've got a nice bite mark on that pretty collarbone of yours...and some finger shaped bruises on these sexy hips."

You looked down to where his fingers grazed your skin and realized he was right. A light blush crept up to your cheeks. "I have to admit...I quite like the idea of you marking me."

Tyler grinned wolfishly. "Now you know how I feel."

You giggled softly, allowing him to press his body more firmly against you, lips seeking yours for a gentle kiss.

When he attempted to deepen the kiss, you gently pushed him back. "We need to actually bathe, remember? The team's expecting us for breakfast soon."

He groaned. "They can wait."

"Tyler!" you yelped when he pulled you back in, pressing a warm kiss to your lips.

You could feel his cock begin to harden against your abdomen, his hands roaming your body like he wanted to memorize it. You sighed softly as he gently messaged your skin, your need for him growing with each passing moment.

"Come on, princess. Let me make you feel good," he begged against your ear, fingers dangerously close to your core.

"Please," you whimpered.

Tyler grinned, nipping at your earlobe, then your pulse point, focusing there as his fingers dipped into your dripping pussy. A soft moan of pleasure left your lips, head tilting back to lean against the cool tiles.

"I'm thinking we might just skip breakfast all together," Tyler murmured.

You laughed breathily, grabbing his face to plant another kiss to his swollen lips. "I think I'm okay with that."

Tyler spent the next 45 minutes making you moan his name as he gave you overwhelming pleasure. He also used up all the hot water in the entire motel, which you discovered when the two of you finally made it out of your room to meet the rest of the team.

"Dude, I had to take a freezing cold shower," Boone was grumbling as you and Tyler walked downstairs.

"Me too!" Dani chimed in. "Someone must have used all the hot water."

A sheepish smile graced your face as you overheard their conversation. Tyler let out a quiet chuckle, hand squeezing yours gently.

Lily made eye contact with you, noting your expression, your's and Tyler's wet hair, and the hold he still had on your hand. A knowing grin spread across her face. "I think I know exactly who used all the hot water."

[wetpussyju1ce]

how bear!John fell in love w the local scrawny werewolf girl (reader is skinny, hairy and could be read as a poc)

John is huge. absolutely massive. especially w being a bear shifter, it makes everything abt him even bigger. and he runs warm all year long. always hot as a furnace. he's heavy and his shoulders are massive. his muscles are covered in a heavy layer of fat. he may not be the fastest out of all the shifters. but he's sure as hell has lots of stamina. he's heavy and he's so strong.

so it comes as a surprise when the local scrawny werewolf catches his attention. he scents her in the air and she completely captures his attention from day 1.

the said werewolf was a naughty troublemaker according to the other shifters and villagers. unmated and seemingly free as the wind. she was tiny compared to other wolves her age, puberty wasn't as generous w her as others. in both human and wolf form she was skinnier and smaller. in human form she had big bouncy curly hair that just about reached her shoulders. was a little hairy all over, from her legs, to her back, to her armpits and between her legs. and it was a given, considering she was a furry animal shifter.

she was fast, faster than most but still considerably weaker given her stature. but she did have a vicious bite and the sharpest teeth John has seen on a werewolf. and most importantly of all, she scented good, really good, which meant that she was constantly being courted by shifters, or at least the ones that have yet to see her teeth in action.

John has seen her being dragged through the village by her mother by the scruff of the neck, mouth and neck sticky with blood while a shifter howled in pain at a big chunk of his neck missing. The tiny wolf looked proud of herself, smiling with blood stained sharp teeth.

She had a tendency to answer any insults or disrespect thrown at her with immediate violence and wrath. And he could see why, she was raised with lots of werewolves and can see how being the smallest in the litter made her easy target of being picked on, even if she was one of the older pups.

So John watched and waited for the right time to introduce himself. And he didn't have to wait long because on one sunny day, when John was on his boat, fishing in the river, sounds of splashes in the water caught his attention. He looked back and saw a wolf paddling towards his boat, he frowned in confusion at how far the wolf must've swam to get where John's boat was, there was no reason for them to be this far off land.

So he dipped his hand in the water, grabbed the wolf by the neck and lifted it onto his boat. John sat back down, watching the animal shake its fur in an effort to dry, and shifted to human form. John's breath caught in his throat when he realised he was face to face with the werewolf with the prettiest eyes and sharpest teeth.

She didn't say anything, blinking her thick and wet eyelashes at him behind her wet curls. She was naked, sitting casually in his boat, hands on the bench by her sides, staring at John openly, making no effort of hiding her private parts.

John tried not to look, he really did as he dug in his bags and retrieved a fleece blanket, he handed it to her, which she slowly accepted after sniffing the fabric once. John looked away as she stood up and wrapped the thing around her shoulders, finally covering her body.

"It's nice here...quiet." She said, looking at his fishing gear.

John stared at her with his mouth open, feeling a little dumb, then snapped out of it, "Why are you so far away from land?"

She shrugged, wiped her nose with the blanket, "Wolves were bothering me so I ran away."

"Which wolves?" He asked, leaning forward, and she leaned back, staring at him through her eyelashes and hair.

"Uhm, Graves and his friends, do you know them?" She said and John wanted to flip the boat because of course he knows who Graves is, that fucker used to steal John's catch with his minions.

"Guess you do know him," She said and John realised he was growling, feeling his clothes getting tighter and tighter on his skin. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down so he wouldn't rip his clothes to pieces shifting.

"What did he do to you?" John asked the wolf.

She bit her lower lip and squirmed in her seat, "I don't want to talk about it, but he didn't do anything because I ran away."

John started thinking of ways to end Graves pathetic life until she spoke again, "Can I fish with you?"

John stared at her, speechless.

Her shoulders slumped and she squeezed the blanket tighter around herself, burying her nose in the fabric, "Please?"

And how could John say no to that face?

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls

Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, playful banter/chasing, suggestive content, smut, female reader sooo female anatomy (sorry to my baby boys out there reading this)

Author’s Note: I hope you’re ready for our yummy Scott. I have no clue if I used the work Bonnie right, I apologize if I didn’t (feel free to correct me)

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom as you stirred awake. Johnny was already up—or rather, awake—but he hadn’t left the bed. He was propped up on one elbow, watching you sleep with a lopsided grin.

“You’re staring again,” you muttered, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“Can’t help it,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “Yer the bonniest sight I’ve ever seen.”

“Bonnie? I probably drooled all over the pillow,” you mumbled, turning your face into the mattress.

Johnny chuckled, his deep laugh rumbling through the quiet room. “Aye, maybe just a wee bit.”

You groaned, reaching out to swat at him, but he caught your wrist, kissing your knuckles. “Ach, don’t be embarrassed, lass. I think it’s adorable.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help smiling as he tangled his legs with yours, holding you close.

“Stay here the day,” he murmured, his voice soft and thick with his brogue.

You tilted your head to look up at him, raising an eyebrow. “And let you burn the house down unsupervised? I don’t think so.”

Johnny gasped, clutching his chest as if you’d mortally wounded him. “Burn the house down? That was one time, and I told ye—”

“—‘The curry needed more fire,’” you finished for him, grinning. “And then the fire department had to show up.”

“Yer dramatizin’,” he said, though the pink flush creeping up his neck gave him away.

“You set off *three* alarms, Johnny.”

“Alright, fine,” he relented with a laugh. “But I’ve learned since then. Let me make breakfast, and I’ll prove it tae ye.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, unconvinced, but you let him pull you out of bed.

---

In the kitchen, Johnny’s enthusiasm quickly outpaced his skill. He stood at the stove with a spatula in hand, flipping pancakes like it was a military operation. Unfortunately, the first few came out a little too... crispy.

“See? I told ye I’ve improved,” he said proudly, holding up a pancake that was burned on one side and raw on the other.

“Improved? That pancake’s got a sunburn *and* frostbite,” you teased, snatching it out of his hand.

“Yer a hard woman tae please,” he grumbled, but there was no heat in his tone.

You laughed, stepping in to take over. “Alright, step aside, Picasso. I’ll handle this.”

He pouted but didn’t argue, instead wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you worked. “Ye know, this isn’t fair. How’s a man supposed tae concentrate when yer standin’ there lookin’ so perfect?”

“Johnny, I’m literally in sweatpants and an old T-shirt,” you said, flipping a pancake.

“Doesnae matter. Yer still my bonnie lass,” he said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

By the time breakfast was finished, you’d managed to salvage the meal, though Johnny still claimed all the credit.

---

After breakfast, Johnny drifted over to the corner of the living room where his art supplies were set up. It was a little nook you’d put together for him, complete with an easel, a sturdy desk, and shelves lined with sketchbooks and paints.

“Back tae the pencils again?” you asked, leaning on the doorway as he pulled out a fresh sketchbook.

“Aye,” he said, glancing at you briefly before settling in.

You tilted your head, watching as he began to sketch. Every now and then, he’d look up at you, his eyes soft and thoughtful, before quickly turning back to his work.

“You’re staring again,” you pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

“Can ye blame me?” he shot back, his lips twitching into a grin. “Yer distractin’, lass.”

The day passed in comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of his pencil scratching across the paper and the occasional rustle of you turning the pages of your book. But as the hours wore on, your curiosity grew.

“What are ye workin’ on?” you asked casually, pretending not to care.

“Just somethin’ small,” he said, his tone evasive.

You squinted at him. “Johnny…”

“Dinnae worry about it,” he said, waving you off. “It’s no ready yet.”

His dodgy answers only made you more determined to find out. By the time dinner rolled around, you couldn’t resist pressing him.

“Alright, spill,” you said as you both cleaned up. “What’s in the sketchbook?”

“Nosy, aren’t ye?” he teased, drying his hands on a towel.

“Yes! Because you’ve been working on it all day and won’t let me see!”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Ye’ll see it when I’m ready, love.”

That answer didn’t satisfy you, and the mischievous glint in his eye only made you more suspicious. You waited until he was distracted, then made a grab for the sketchbook.

“Oi!” Johnny shouted, laughing as he snatched it back.

“Let me see!” you demanded, trying to wrestle it away.

“Not a chance, lass!”

And just like that, the chase was on. You darted through the house, laughing and shouting as you tried to grab the sketchbook. Johnny was faster, but you were more determined.

When you finally managed to snatch it, you bolted into the bedroom and locked the door behind you.

“Open the door, woman!” Johnny called, pounding lightly on the wood.

“Not until I see what’s in here!” you yelled back, flipping open the sketchbook.

The sight of the drawings stole your breath. Page after page was filled with you—not just your face, but the little details he loved most. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear. The curve of your smile when you laughed. The peaceful look on your face when you slept.

Johnny burst through the door just as you were staring at one particularly tender sketch.

“Ye weren’t supposed tae see those yet,” he said softly, his cheeks tinged pink.

“They’re beautiful,” you whispered, looking up at him.

He crossed the room in a few quick strides, pulling you into his arms. “Not as beautiful as ye.”

You smiled, unable to resist teasing him. “So… when are you going to paint me like one of your French girls?”

Johnny froze, then burst into laughter. “Ye did not just say that.”

“Oh, I absolutely did.”

His laughter faded, and a wicked grin spread across his face. “Ye know, I could make that happen.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”

“Aye,” he murmured, his voice dropping as he leaned in close. “But first…”

His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “Yer gonna have tae stay very, very still.” His lips traveled down from your ear over your neck to the swell of where your breasts reside, his hands traveling under your shirt as he slides it up. His head goes to your stomach and kisses up to the valley of your breasts. Johnny's hands slid under your shirt, his calloused fingers splaying across the smooth skin of your stomach. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, his expression a mix of tenderness and barely restrained desire. Slowly, he began to inch your shirt upward, his lips trailing kisses along the exposed flesh.

"Johnny..." you breathed, tangling your fingers in his short brown hair. Your heart raced as he worked his way up to the swell of your breasts, his breath hot against your skin.

He paused, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Shh, lass," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I told ye, ye need tae stay still." His hands slid higher, pushing your shirt up and over your breasts.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle a whimper as he bared you to his hungry gaze. Your nipples pebbled under the cool air and his intense stare. Johnny let out a low groan, his fingers skimming over the sensitive peaks.

"Beautiful," he breathed, before dipping his head down to take one into his mouth. He sucked and laved at the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling around it. His other hand kneaded the soft flesh of your breast, rolling and plucking at the nipple he'd left bare.

Pleasure sparked through you, making your back arch and your hips buck against him. Johnny just growled, the sound vibrating against your breast as he continued his sensual assault. His hand slid down your stomach, teasing along the waistband of your sweatpants before slipping inside.

Two fingers delved between your folds, finding you already wet and wanting. Johnny groaned around your nipple as he felt your slick arousal. He released your breast with a wet pop, only to turn his attention to the other. As he suckled and teased your nipple, his fingers stroked through your dripping slit, circling your clit with teasing pressure.

"Johnny, please," you gasped, tugging at his hair as you ground your hips against his hand. You needed more, craved the feel of him inside you.

He lifted his head to capture your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as he slowly pushed one long finger inside your tight channel. He stroked in and out, curling against that special spot deep inside that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

Breaking the kiss, Johnny blazed a trail down your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point. His finger was joined by a second, pumping slowly and steadily in and out of your heat. Your inner muscles clenched around the digits, trying to draw them deeper.

"I need..." you gasped, unsure if you could form a coherent sentence. Your body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight and singing with pleasure.

"Aye, I know what ye need, lass," Johnny murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Ye need me inside ye, fillin' this greedy wee cunny."

To emphasize his point, he rubbed tight circles over your clit, making you cry out. Your hips jerked against his hand, desperately seeking more of that blissful friction.

"Patience, bonnie," he crooned, his fingers still stroking steadily in and out of your dripping sex. "I'll give ye what ye need. I promise."

He withdrew his fingers and you whimpered at the loss, only to moan loudly when he quickly replaced them with the thick head of his cock. He rubbed it through your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal before slowly, steadily sinking inside you.

You gasped as he stretched you open, your walls fluttering around his hard length as he filled you completely. He paused once he was fully seated inside you, letting you adjust to the feel of him deep in your core.

"Fuck, lass," he grunted, his hips pressed flush against yours. "Ye feel incredible. So fuckin' tight and perfect."

He rolled his hips, grinding against your clit, before drawing back and thrusting deep. He set a slow, sensual rhythm, making love to you with long, deep strokes that hit that special spot inside you dead on.

Your nails raked down his back as you clung to him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and your mingled moans and grunts of pleasure.

Johnny's hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing quick, tight circles over the sensitive nub. Your cries grew louder, your body tensing as your climax approached.

"That's it, lass," Johnny encouraged, his voice strained with his own impending release. "Come for me. Let me feel this sweet cunny squeeze my cock."

His words, combined with the relentless pressure on your clit and the deep, driving thrusts of his hips, pushed you over the edge. You came with a scream of his name, your body convulsing around his as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

Johnny followed a second later, flooding your spasming channel with his hot seed. He groaned your name, long and low, as he spilled inside you. His hips jerked and shuddered as he rode out the aftershocks of his climax.

Finally spent, he collapsed against you, careful not to crush you with his weight. He tucked your face into the crook of his neck, his fingers stroking through your damp hair.

"Ye did so well, bonnie," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I'm proud of ye."

You just hummed, a satisfied smile curling your lips as you snuggled closer, your body sated and content. Johnny held you tight, his heart beating in time with yours as the two of you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[quinnnfabrgay-writes]

movin' in a technicolor beat

pairing: dieter bravo x afab!reader

summary: Dieter comes in your mouth. You come in his. You make out. That's the plot.

wc: 717

tags/warnings: 18+, MDNI, straight up smut, oral (both), fingering, gratuitous cum worship, cum play

a/n: this is my filthy love letter to @dieterbravobrainrotclub 🥰 Happy one year to one of the most accepting and inclusive groups I've had the pleasure to be a part of! Here's to many more days and nights of losing our minds over this silly little character who ran away with our hearts and fills our minds with dirty thots.

"Oh ffffuuuuuuck yeah, babe. Oh oh oh hnngh-" Dieter whines, gripping at his own hair to try and keep his cool as you take him down your throat in one gulp.

Usually you would be dragging this out: slow, tortuous bites and licks along his inner thighs, nuzzling his balls while completely ignoring his leaking cock, and when you finally do give your attention to his cock you start the teasing all over again. slooow, gentle kitten licks up and around his shaft, soft chaste kisses around the head, a slow flick of your tongue over the tip before you finally wrap your lips around his cock and then start edging him until he's crying.

But not tonight.

Tonight you were the impatient one, in a rush to make this new delicious fantasy of Dieter's come to life. The second he finished his confession, you were on him, stripping the both of you of your clothes and getting to work.

Your right hand comes up to cup his balls, gently massaging the silken skin as you bob your head up and down, saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, absolutely soaking his cock working him closer and closer and closer until…

"oh fuck oh fuck ohfuckohfuckfuckfuckfffffuuuuu-" Dieter whimpers, grabbing the back of your head, rocking his hips into your face, the feeling of his cock throbbing and pulsating as he comes in your mouth has you dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets below you, making sure to fight your instinct so swallow it down, keeping his cum pooled in your mouth as you pull your lips off his softening member.

Dieter wastes no time flipping you on your back and sinking his head between your legs. He immediately licks into your folds, a long wide stripe of his tongue parting your lips, scooping your wetness up to swirl around your hardened clit with his tongue.

Your back arches as you grip the sheets below you, muffled moans and whines sound from your tight lipped mouth, not taking into account how tortuous this would be for you. You love being vocal for Dieter, it's another way you can tell him he's doing well, being "my good boy," but if you were to do that now, it would ruin the entire fantasy the two of you were trying to accomplish.

He greedily sucks your clit between his lips, the tip of his tongue swirling around the swollen nub expertly as he shoves two fingers inside your dripping wet pussy. pumping them in and out, in and out, curling his fingertips just so against that spongy little spot that makes your toes curl. You grip the sheets even tighter, on the verge of tears as he focuses all his attention on rubbing that spot, flicking his tongue exactly how you like it. Bringing you that much closer to the edge at an alarming rate, your legs shaking from his ministrations.

He works his fingers faster, harder, moaning around your clit as your cunt starts tightening around his digits, your whole body shaking as you fight to keep his cum in your mouth as you whine and moan, writhing as your building climax finally breaks, crashing and cresting over you, absolutely gushing as Dieter seals his lips around your clit, sucking harder as you come and squirt into his mouth.

Your body still shaking as you recover from your earth shattering release, Dieter crawls up your figure, cupping his palm around the nape of your neck before bringing his lips to yours, his tongue immediately darting into your mouth. Your tongues swirl together, winding around the other in a mess of your mixed saliva and cum. The sweet tang of your release on his tongue blending with the salty musk of his seed on yours merge and mingle with your combined saliva to create a taste so uniquely you and Dieter it sends shivers down your spine.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer to you as he lays all his weight on you, reaching around and under your body to wrap his arms around your form. You spend the rest of the night wrapped up in each other's arms, tongues dancing and swishing together, spending each second slowly drinking the other in.

[crowsofdarkness]

Bill sees his assistant working behind the scenes of the red carpet he's attending and decides in that moment, he needs her.

CW's below the cut(public sex, unprotected p in v, slight mean!bill, slight breath play, dirty talk, slight degradation).

"Shut the fuck up," Bill grunts from behind me, his cock filling me up with every stroke. "Can't risk others hearing your pretty sounds, angel."

My head lobbed forward toward the old brick building, nearly scraping my forehead. But I didn't care. I needed more of Bill's cock so I pushed my ass against him in an effort to make him go deeper inside of me.

The commotion from the red carpet was just around the corner, the fear of someone finding what we were doing in this back alley fueled the ecstasy that filled my lower gut. It wasn't the first time Bill and I found ourselves in this sort of position. I'd been his assistant for the last few months and nearly every time we were around each other, one of us found ourselves on our knees for the other.

Tonight was different. Tonight was the first time Bill fucked me, all the other times he was hesitant. Usually it was a quick blow job in a storage closet during an interview or he would eat me out on the table of the office at his house when I would be there for a meeting to discuss his upcoming press plans.

Again, tonight was different. The second Bill saw me working behind the scenes of the red carpet, delegating what interviews he had and where, his eyes were always pinned to my legs before resting at the hem of my dress. My very short dress.

The second he finished his interview, Bill led me towards the back alley behind the theater where we would be watching his new movie and flipped me to face the building. He didn't bother with the necessities, simply lifted my dress up to my stomach and pulled my panties to the side. The head of his cock gathered my wetness, painting my cunt with it, before sliding in.

"So fucking tight," Bill groaned, one hand steadying against the wall next to my head, his other covering my mouth when I moaned a little too loudly.

I know he said to be quiet but his cock felt so perfect inside of me, fit like to souls found their homes together, and I couldn't help myself. His palm covered my mouth and most of my nose, nearly cutting off my airway but I didn't dare warn him. Breath play was high on my kink list, something I hadn't shared with Bill.

He bottomed out for a second and his groaned vibrated against his chest.

"I wish I could show you my cock slick with you. You paint my cock like a fucking canvas, angel."

My screams of pleasure was muffled by his hand when Bill slipped inside of me again. Before he was going slow, taking his time with me, but now his pace had become fast, nearly bruising as the head of his cock hit the spot that made me collapse in his embrace. So he wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me flush agasit his chest now, me being bent over before, and the new position urged forward my orgasm.

"Bill," I choked out when he finally removed his hand from my mouth. "'m gonna-."

His teeth grazed over the shell of my ear. "Cum for me. Soak my fucking cock as I fill up your cunt; my cunt."

As I slipped over the edge of bliss, all I could do was numbly nod as Bill continued to mutter those words over and over again.

My cunt. Your cunt is mine. Belongs to me.

"You're going to be a good girl and walk around with my cum dripping down your legs all night. Need you to remember this moment," he said with a gruff voice before I felt his cock twitch inside of me, filling me with his warm cum.

As if I could ever forget.

[littlemissaddict]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

She's sweaty, tired and gasping for breath and yet Simon still continues. She ducks, dodging the incoming blow to the head but she's exhausted so the next blow that he throws hits her in the side, winding her even though they both know he's pulling his punches.

Collapsing to the floor, arms around her middle as she tries to catch her breath, "Enough, I can't, s'not fair fight" she gasps as Simon's stance finally breaks and he holds out a hand to help her up. She gratefully accepts it, letting him haul her to her feet and then makes a beeline for her water bottle, welcoming the refreshing feeling flooding her body as she drinks.

"Ya know if ya wan' go out in ta tha field ya'll hav' ta learn ta take down those twice ya size" he speaks, looking like he's barely broken a sweat despite being covered head to toe including his mask. It makes her a little mad if she's honest.

"Twice my size! You're easily more than twice my size! And I'm not going to be fighting hand to hand combat every single mission" she huffs, slamming the bottle back down on the bench.

"Ya don' know tha', love" he smirks, well she can't see the smirk but she can hear it in his tone, "but think of it this way, ya can take down me, ya can take down any fucker tha' gets in ya way"

He has a point but at this point she's starting to believe that he's unbreakable, that nothing is going to take him down. At least in the field she'll have a weapon that she can use to take out anyone who gets in her way if it comes to it, it's not like she can take out Simon in that way so she's going to have to think outside the box.

They spar another couple of rounds before she gets her chance, somehow she's ended up on her back with Simon between her legs, not an unfamiliar situation for them but this is where she takes her chance. She surprises him by wrapping her legs around his waist and in that moment that he drops his guard she uses all the strength she has to flip them both over until she's the one pinning Simon to the floor. A triumphant grin on her face as she stares down at him.

"S'not a tactic ta use in tha field" he almost growls up at her.

"Aw shush, you're just upset I finally managed to beat you," the grin still present on her face as she taunts him.

"Upset s'not tha word 'd use" he grumbles as she finally registers the lustful look in his eyes.

Let's just say the reward she gets for taking him down is not one she'll easily forget, nor is the ache that leaves her unable to train for a couple of days afterwards.

John Price

She's doom scrolling. She just hasn't realised it yet, but John has. She'd been asleep when he'd first gotten up to go for his morning run, but somewhere in between him leaving and then coming home and showering, she'd picked up the phone.

At first, he'd thought nothing of it, but when he'd come in the room after showering and started speaking to her, she completely ignored him. Well, not ignored him, so to say, more that she was just so invested in the phone in her hands that she'd not heard a word he'd said. To test the water further, he dropped the towel leaving him stark naked in the middle of the room and still nothing from her which as John knew from their years together was not like her in the slightest.

Deciding enough was enough, he dressed first before coming to her side of the bed and plucking the phone straight from her hands.

"Hey, no fair!" She cried, pathetically reaching for the phone that he was currently holding out of her reach.

"No, it's plenty fair. You've spent your morning rotting in bed, glued to this thing" he waved the phone in front of her which caused her to make a grab for it again only for it to be pulled from her yet again. "And you've ignored me when I've spoken to you so I think it's time you spent some time without" he added, pocketing the phone and exiting the bedroom.

On his way down the stairs, he can hear the grumbling coming from her and meer seconds after he sits on the couch she enters the room with a pout on her face.

Her feet pad softly against the carpet as she makes her way over to him and joining him on the couch, "M'sorry" she professed, sealing her apology with a kiss to his cheek.

"I know sweetheart," he assured, leaning in a pressing a sweet kiss to her lips that wipes the pout from them. "Now c'mon go get dressed and we'll get breakfast at the cafe you like" he encourages, patting her behind lovingly when she stands up from the couch.

He expects her to go running to get ready but instead she stands and stares expectantly down at him. It takes him a second to realise she's after her phone back but he just shakes his head with a chuckle, "Uh-huh sweetheart, I'm gonna hold onto it for a bit longer" he informs her as he sends her off again to get dressed so that he can show her why she doesn't need to be glued to her phone white she's got him.

[rafemotherfuckingcameron]

NOISEY NEIGHBOUR

Word Count: 0.6k

Pairing(s): Reader x Rafe 

Warnings: Flirting, sex, Blowjob

Summary: Rafe is music is always to loud, you go over and tell him to turn it down.

You had just settled into bed, the soothing quiet of the night finally wrapping around you when the thudding bass from next door started vibrating the walls again. It was already well past midnight, and your patience had run dry. You'd had enough of Rafe’s late-night music sessions. It wasn’t the first time, but tonight was the tipping point.

With a deep sigh, you grabbed your slippers and marched out into the hallway. You’d tried ignoring it before, but tonight the music was so loud it felt like it was practically in your room. You knocked on Rafe’s door, knocking three times before you heard any movement inside.

The door swung open with a creak, revealing Rafe standing there, wearing nothing but a towel, the dampness from his hair dripping onto his bare shoulders. His chest was bare, and despite the late hour, he looked like he had all the time in the world.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice groggy, but the music still blaring in the background as if nothing had changed.

You tried to keep your frustration in check, forcing yourself to stay calm. “Could you please turn the music down? Or off? It’s the middle of the night.”

Rafe let out a low chuckle, clearly amused, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “You want me to turn it off? Well, here’s the deal. If I turn it down, you’re gonna have to give me something in return.”

You blinked, taken aback by his words. “What do you mean, give you something?”

Rafe’s smirk grew wider as he leaned closer, clearly enjoying this interaction “If I have to turn the music down, you have to give me a blowjob”. His eyes flicked down briefly, then back to your face, clearly testing your reaction. You felt your stomach tighten, not sure if he was serious or just messing with you. “What are you talking about?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, though your mind was racing.

“Well,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, almost teasing tone, “if you’re really going to be this bold and come knock on my door at midnight, maybe I’ll need a little compensation

How about you make it worth my while?”

You looked at him, your cheeks flaming. "Fine, but this is the only time." Rafe smirked and stepped aside to allow you enter. He sat casually on the bed and waited. You knelt in front of him, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down; his cock flipped up, and you heard Rafe mutter "anytime this year," prompting you to hurry up. You took his length into your mouth, sucking and slurping on it, he moaned in delight, you could feel pre cum filling your mouth, you looked up at him, and he drove your head lower down into him, you gauged, and he laughed, forcing you down again. You couldn't pretend you didn't hate this; you just wanted more. You raised your head, pumped him with your hand. 

He saw it in your eyes. He lifted you up and threw you on the bed, he pulled your pants off and pushed your panties to the side, he teased you sliding his cock up and down, getting you nice and wet before he pushed all the way, you both moaned together, he started pounding into you faster and harder, you could hardly breathe, it felt so good, "fuck you feel so good, love this pussy" he said, grabbing a hold of your tits under your shirt, your legs were on his shoulders, cum was dripping out of you and He pulled out and turned you on your stomach, then pushed in again. He pushed in again, this time only skin slapping and loud moans could be heard from both sides. He repeatedly slapped your ass, making you wetter with each push. He came inside you several times, and you found it difficult to get up, so you slept in his room instead.

[kathlare]

perfect gift

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando returns to his hotel room in Las Vegas after a night out, only to find an unexpected birthday gift from Amelie waiting for him.

Wordcount: 1.4 k

Warnings: some mature content

full masterlist // request over here!

November 13th, 2023 - Las Vegas, NV

Lando Norris stumbled into his hotel room at The Hilton, the remnants of the night clinging to him like the faint smell of whiskey and the echo of laughter from the casino floor. It had been a great evening—dinner with the boys, a bit of gambling, and, naturally, enough teasing to last him the rest of the season. But as much as he loved his friends, there was a quiet anticipation bubbling in his chest now that he was finally alone.

It was nearing 2 a.m., and the glow of Las Vegas spilled in faintly through the heavy curtains, painting the room in soft neon hues. Lando tossed his jacket onto the back of a chair and kicked off his shoes, rubbing his face with both hands before noticing something unusual.

A box sat perfectly centered on the bed. It was neatly wrapped in matte black paper with a gold ribbon tied in a bow, and next to it was an envelope with his name written in elegant handwriting he immediately recognized.

Amelie.

His lips twitched into a grin as he stepped closer, picking up the envelope and carefully opening it. Inside was a card, simple yet stylish, with her familiar touch.

—Happy Birthday, Lan. I wish I could be there to celebrate with you properly, but I hope this makes you smile anyway. You deserve everything good in the world and more. Miss you, trouble. x Amelie—

The warmth in his chest spread to his cheeks as he reread the note, her handwriting as familiar as her voice in his mind. He carefully set the card aside and turned his attention to the gift.

—What have you done this time, Ames?— he muttered to himself, tugging at the ribbon.

The paper slid off easily, revealing a sleek black box. When he opened it, his breath caught. Inside, there was a carefully curated collection of gifts:

First, a beautiful leather-bound notebook with his initials embossed in the corner. It was the exact kind he liked, the kind he used to jot down notes, ideas, or even silly doodles during flights. Beneath it, a small, framed photo of the two of them from a few weeks ago at the Mexican Grand Prix. They were laughing, arms slung around each other, with Amelie wearing his McLaren hoodie that was far too big for her.

But what really caught his attention was the stack of Polaroids tucked neatly into the box, tied together with a silk ribbon. His curiosity piqued, he untied it and began flipping through them.

The first Polaroid made him smile instantly. It was Amelie sitting cross-legged on the floor, her hair loosely tied back and her face scrunched into a playful pout. She was holding a small chalkboard that read Happy Birthday, Lan! in her neat handwriting, with little doodles of balloons and stars surrounding the message.

The second photo was equally adorable—Amelie lying on her hotel bed, wrapped in a cozy blanket he recognized from their stay in Argentina. She had her hand under her chin, smiling softly at the camera in a way that felt intimate and unfiltered.

But as he flipped to the next, the photos took a decidedly different tone.

In this one, Amelie was standing in front of a large mirror, dressed in an oversized white button-up shirt that stopped just shy of her thighs. His shirt. The hem was slightly unbuttoned, giving a teasing glimpse of her smooth legs and a hint of what was underneath. Her gaze was sultry, her lips slightly parted as if she had caught him staring.

—Bloody hell,— Lando whispered, running a hand through his hair as heat crawled up his neck.

The next Polaroid was even more provocative. She was perched on the edge of the bed now, the shirt undone completely, though she’d strategically angled herself to reveal just enough skin to drive him mad while keeping everything else hidden. Her expression was confident, almost daring, as if she knew exactly what kind of effect this would have on him.

Lando swallowed hard, flipping through the rest of the photos, each one making his chest tighten and his heart race. Some were playful—her biting her lip or winking at the camera. Others were breathtakingly intimate, showing off the curves of her body and the way the soft light in the room highlighted her skin.

He couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face, equal parts admiration and disbelief. Only Amelie could pull off a gift like this—equal parts thoughtful and cheeky, sweet and utterly wicked.

At the bottom of the stack was a final Polaroid. It was a close-up of her face, her expression soft and genuine, with a handwritten note on the white border below it: Wish I was there to celebrate with you properly.

—Fucking hell, Ames...— he muttered, setting the photos back into the box and grabbing his phone.

It rang only once before she picked up, her face appearing on the screen. She was in bed, her hair a mess and her expression sleepy but radiant.

—Didn’t expect a call this late, Mr. Birthday Boy,— she teased, her voice soft and raspy.

—Ames,— he started, holding up one of the Polaroids to the camera, the one where she wore his shirt. —What the hell am I supposed to do with this?—

She smirked, her cheeks tinged pink. —You’re supposed to enjoy it. You’re welcome, by the way.—

—Enjoy it? Ames, you’ve just given me the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten, and I don’t even get to bloody hug you to say thank you.—

—You could always fly me out to Vegas,— she suggested, raising an eyebrow.

—Don’t tempt me. I’ll book you a flight right now.—

She laughed, the sound light and familiar, and Lando couldn’t help but grin. —I thought you’d like the photos. It felt unfair that you were having all the fun without me.—

—Fun? This is bloody torture. Do you know how hard it’s going to be to focus on the race now?—

—Good. You could use a bit of extra motivation,— she quipped, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Lando shook his head, still smiling as he leaned back against the headboard. —You’re unreal, you know that? I don’t deserve you.—

Her teasing expression softened slightly. —Don’t say that. You deserve everything, Lan.—

His chest tightened at her words, and for a moment, he thought about telling her what he’d been feeling for weeks now. Instead, he grinned and said, —You do realize this means I’m winning in Vegas, right? This is my good luck charm.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, though her smile never faded. —Just don’t crash into anyone while thinking about me, okay?—

—No promises.—

They talked for a while longer, their usual banter filling the silence of his hotel room until Amelie’s eyelids began to droop.

—Go to bed, Ames. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,— Lando said softly, his voice warm with affection.

—Happy birthday, trouble. Sweet dreams.—

—They’ll be sweeter if you’re in them.—

She laughed, shaking her head as she ended the call.

Lando set his phone down, staring at the box on the bed with a lingering smile. He might be miles away from her tonight, but Amelie had a way of making him feel like she was right there with him. And somehow, that made this birthday the best one yet.

[lacyohlacyy]

Pairing. . .reader!gf x matt!bf

favorite person

Summary. . . Afternoons with Matt feel like they aren't even real

Warnings. . .none

Wc. . .470

The golden light of the late afternoon streamed through the window, bathing Matt’s room in a warm glow. It was the kind of light that made everything feel softer, quieter. I stood by his bookshelf, flipping through an old paperback I’d pulled at random. The pages smelled faintly of dust and paper, and I couldn’t help but smile at some of the handwritten notes scrawled in the margins.

“You know,” I said, turning toward him, “you’ve got surprisingly good taste in books. I didn’t expect that.”

Matt was sitting on the edge of his bed, his hoodie slightly rumpled, his hair sticking up in the way that made me want to run my fingers through it. He raised an eyebrow, that little smirk tugging at his lips. “Surprisingly? You wound me.”

I rolled my eyes, setting the book down. Before I could come up with a clever retort, he patted his lap, motioning me over. “Come here,” he said, his voice low and playful. “Let’s discuss how amazing I am.”

Laughing, I shook my head but walked over anyway, pretending to be reluctant. When I climbed into his lap, his arms slipped around my waist, pulling me closer. My legs draped over his, and my arms found their way around his neck like they always did, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I teased, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “Otherwise, I’d probably be reading instead of putting up with you.”

His laugh was warm and easy, and it made my chest feel light. “Putting up with me? I thought I was your favorite person.”

“You are,” I admitted, my voice softer now. “But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” he quipped, his smirk widening. Then he leaned in, close enough that I could feel his breath against my skin, and my heart skipped the tiniest beat. His lips brushed mine, soft and warm, and for a moment, everything else disappeared.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, and I could see every detail of his face up close—the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the faint stubble on his jaw. “You’re my favorite person, too,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Something about the way he said it made my chest ache in the best way. I smiled, my fingers tracing the back of his neck absentmindedly. “I love this,” I said quietly. “Just us. No distractions. No noise.”

“Me too,” he replied, his thumb brushing over my cheek in that tender way of his. “I could do this forever.”

And for the first time in a long time, forever didn’t feel like such a scary thing. Sitting there, wrapped up in his arms, it just felt… possible.

[tiger-balm]

I cant stop laughing at this clip of dewey taking this guy out