#keep calm and praise bob

[distantdarlings]

LET ME // t. nott

RATING: R / 4.8K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* Theodore Nott has been harassing you ever since he found out you had a crush on him. Now, you’ve been paired together for a project for McGonagall’s class and he has nothing good in mind.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! (P in V), unprotected, sub!reader, Dom!Theo, slightly rough!dom!Theo, marking kink, slight size kink, bulge kink, brief dumbification, brief spit kink, reader wearing a skirt, light enemies to lovers, language, one (1) slap, name-calling, praise kink, slight degradation, public sex, fem!reader, oral (fem!receiving), Theo is persistent, not proof read (lmk if I missed any)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Echo - XANU

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Merlin, forgive whatever you had done to deserve the treatment you were currently receiving.

You thought back on every negative deed you’d done in the last year and still hadn’t found anything worthy of your horrendous luck.

The arrogant boy turned to stare you down, malicious intent etched into the unfortunately gorgeous features of his face.

You could feel your face contort into an expression of horror as you tore your eyes away from him and turned to Professor McGonagall.

“Professor, I— you started.”

“All partner decisions are final—no exceptions!” McGonagall finished, as if trying to answer the question you had before you could even voice.

You deflated into your seat, your mood dropping like a brick. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have guessed the entire class was staring at you. The entire student body of Hogwarts knew how you felt about your new Transfiguration project partner, Theodore Nott. The bastard…

You glanced back at up—arms crossed and lips poured—just to find the boy still staring you down, evil smirk painted on his lips. He gave you a sardonic wave, wiggling his fingers tauntingly.

“Fuck,” you sighed, pressed an exasperated fist to your forehead.

Your knee anxiously bobbed beneath the desk, the heel of your uniform shoe beating against the floor in a flurried rhythm.

Luna Lovegood, your best friend, was sitting directly next to you. Intuitive as she always was, you knew she could feel the pure panic radiating off of you. Her hand rested on your shoulder in a small motion of comfort, but nothing could calm you now. You were utterly screwed.

McGonagall finished off the rest of her speech on the instructions for her project, then dismissed the whole class. Luna helped you to gather your things together as you struggled to force yourself to move.

Maybe you’d pissed McGonagall off? Merlin, what had you done to deserve this? You asked yourself the same question over and over again.

Out of the corner of your eye, you glimpsed Theodore flouncing over to you with an unnerving glint in your eyes.

“Well, aren’t I just the luckiest man on earth?” he said snidely.

“Fuck off, Theo,” you growled, intentionally not making eye contact with him.

You made to pick up your books and slide them into your bag, when he slammed his hand down on the cover of one of them, pressing them down against the desk. He pinned your fingers beneath them against the wood—just enough to keep them sturdy, but light enough so that it didn’t hurt you.

“Stop!” You yanked your fingers out from beneath the books, the heavy leather smacking against the table with a thud. Now, you made eye contact with him.

“What are we going to do our project on, baby?” he asked.

“Don’t call me that!” You yanked your books out from underneath his strong hold and shoved them quickly into your bag. “We can discuss it in the library after class.”

“I’m looking forward to it—I’ll be sure we get a quiet corner, you know…,” he stepped closer to you, “…so I can explore every inch of…the subject.”

You sneered in disgust and pulled away from him, his voice still rattling in your ears.

“You’re disgusting,” you scoffed. “I’ll see you later for nothing more than our assignment.”

“Looking forward to it…can’t wait to put those big brains to use. Lovegood.” He nodded politely to Luna before heading off.

You glanced at Luna and acknowledged her slight smile. Everything in you was telling you to snap at her and tell her not to encourage any of the delinquent boy’s behavior, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to ever be very mad at Luna Lovegood. At least, not for long.

Instead, you rolled your eyes and took off toward the door, bag swinging between your shoulder blades.

“Wait up, friend!” Luna shouted lightly, running to catch up with you. You snorted and laughed at her, letting her sunlight hair fall into step beside you.

- - -

By the time your class of the day dismissed and the sun had begun to sink beneath the Hogwarts skyline, you were soaked through with nerves. The saturation of your anxiety had managed to breach every protective barrier you held up, and fill your hands with shudders and your stomach with nausea.

The root of your nerves when it came to Theo came from the consistent comments he insisted on making toward you. It seemed that he loved nothing more than dropping sexual hints into your ear every few days just to watch you squirm. He’d only started this after he’d heard through the grapevine you had a bit of a thing for him.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive, and that his words had absolutely no effect on you, but you couldn’t deny that he was just as annoying as he was charming.

It had gotten to a point when he made these comments, that he loved to joke aloud about your reactions to him, effectively embarrassing you in front of all of your peers. That was your final straw. All resemblance of an attraction toward Theo had melted away and been replaced by hatred.

And yet, as your feet led you to the grand library, you couldn’t stop the rapid pattering of your heart beat. Something about the boy had always been so…irresistible to you. Whether it was the way he always knew where to place his hands when he “accidentally” brushed you, or how he knew exactly what to say when he pressed his lips against the shell of your ear. You figured you should be grossed out and tell him to get away from you, but, unfortunately, you kind of liked it when he did those things.

As you came up to one of the several library doors lining the wall before you, you decided to try and swallow your nerves and focus only on the project. That was what you were supposed to do anyway—this wasn’t a date.

You pulled one of the doors open and slipped into the warmly-lit room. It always seemed to be just a tad bit cozier here than anywhere else in the castle—whether that was from the multiple fireplaces or the sweet aroma that floated through the air. Either way, you loved it.

Your neck craned as you glanced about, trying to glimpse the cocky boy, but to no avail. Wherever he was, he surely wasn’t interested in making it easy on you to find him.

A sigh left you as you started toward the back of the library where a couple tables rested behind a few conveniently placed bookcases. Unfortunately, the feeling in your stomach told you that he surely would be sitting at one of those tables, simply because you knew how his dirty, little mind worked.

That corner of the library was…infamous for its concealed nature. Everyone in Hogwarts had heard the little rumors that fluttered about, of couples getting a bit too friendly with each other while the librarian was downstairs.

Because of those rumors, it had garnered a reputation. And if someone who had a penchant for gossip slipped past you and Theodore Nott studying back there, you’d be screwed.

Once you passed the last book case, zigzagging between the three that formed the perfect labyrinth, you came upon Theo comfortably waiting at the table in the middle. A groan of defeat left you and your head dipped back. You stared at the ceiling for a few moments while contemplating your options—you could still run away.

“Hello, beautiful,” Theo said, leaning his chin down on his propped up fists. “I’ve been waiting so impatiently for you.”

“Whatever,” you sighed. You crossed over to the table and sat across from him—the farthest away you could get. Your bag collapsed to the ground and unzipped itself on the way down. The things you needed for this assignment floated out and landed neatly on the table before you, including a few rolls of parchment, a quill and ink, and your books.

He marveled silently, seemingly trying to hide his fascination at your wandless magic. Perhaps if he studied as hard as you did, he would also be able to achieve it.

“Alright, shall we do this?” you asked, maintaining a bored expression.

“I’d love to,” he smirked. “But I’d love to showcase a bit of my magic as well, if that’s alright with you?”

“What—?” Your voice was cut off with a slight gasp as all four legs of your chair lifted off of the ground. Your fingers wrapped around the sides of your seat to keep you from slipping off.

Theo’s eyes followed your chair as it floated over the table and all the way beside him. Once your shoulders were inches from his, your chair dropped a few centimeters to the ground. A small yelp came from you as you regained your balance and glared at him. Perhaps he was a better wizard than you thought.

“What the hell, Theo?” you demanded, immediately scooting your chair away from him, putting a good few inches between you.

“I just thought we’d be able to work better closer together,” he purred, his arm dropping against the table to cage you against him and the bookshelf a bit to your left. You eased away from him so you were closer to the shelves than you were to him. His eyes never dropped from yours. “Merlin, what is that smell? You smell absolutely divine—”

“Okay, let’s just get this done,” you interrupted him, pushing his approaching body back away from you.

“Mm, alright,” he smiled. “Have you decided on a topic you’re interested in presenting on?”

“Actually, I have.” You pulled your books across the table over to where the two of you were sitting, flipping everything to the appropriate page. There were a couple pages in your notebook where you’d jotted some ideas down earlier today, and you’d figured he’d want to see the different ideas, as it was his grade, as well. “So, I threw a couple of ideas together in my fourth period. We can see what you think of them…”

As you explained the details of all of your ideas, it became increasingly obvious that Theo was not at all interested in what you had to say about the project. Though you refused to look directly at him, the corner of your eyes granted more than enough knowledge.

Theo’s eyes were ravenous as they drew down your body, curving across the most private areas of your body with no shame. You could feel your cheeks burning, but hoped the warm tones from the candles around you would conceal that.

When he scooted a bit closer to you, you kept talking. And when he laid his arm across the back of your chair, you kept talking. And when his fingers began to toy with the ends of your hair, you kept talking. But when he took your quill gently from your fingers and set it down on the table, you finally stopped. You barely made eye contact with him, constantly glancing away and down to the table. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears.

His fingers pulled away from your hair and dropped to your shoulder. They squeezed the hard muscles a few times.

“God, you seem tense,” he spoke lowly, his voice barely above a whisper. His other hand reached up and matched the opposite’s position on your other shoulder.

When he placed a gentle amount of pressure, it expressed a small sigh from your lips. He was right. You were very tense—in general, but especially around him.

“Here, let me…,” he stood and appeared behind you rather quickly.

“Theo, I don’t think this is appropriate. I’d really just—” Your voice cut off as soon as he began to roll your taut muscles beneath his nimble fingers. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, pleasurable jolts of pain shocking across your neck and down your back.

“That’s okay, baby,” he whispered, dangerously close to your ear. “Finish telling me about your idea. I’ll just loosen some things up back here. Fuck, you’re so tight.”

He pressed an especially hard drive against your skin. You bit back a moan at the sensation. You don’t think you’d ever had a better massage in your life.

You wanted to tell him to stop, but it felt so fucking good. And you really were sore around your neck and shoulders.

“Theo?” you tried again.

“Read.” His voice had a commanding tone to it. One hand released your shoulder briefly to grab your books and slide them closer to you, before returning to its position against your skin.

His hands worked their way up around your jaw, cupping it gently, so he could press his thumbs against the back of your neck. You audibly sighed this time without intending to. Embarrassed, you attempted to cover it up with a clear of your throat.

You began to explain the rest of your project plan, small shudders rippling through your voice every time he’d hit an especially sore spot.

By the time he finished and pulled his hands away from you, your body was mourning the loss of him but relishing in the relief it felt. It honestly hadn’t felt far off from a professional massage.

“How’s that?” He walked around to your side, still not sitting back down.

“Er, good,” you chuckled nervously, rubbing your hand along the back of your neck, trying to spread the relief around.

“Perfect,” he smiled, gently swiping his index finger beneath your chin. He sat back down beside you.

“So, what do you think?” you asked.

“About what?”

“The project idea…”

“Oh, yeah, I think it’s wonderful,” he said, shrugging a bit. “I think we can work with it.”

“Theo, did you even listen?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

“Of course, I did,” he chuckled. “It’s just not easy to focus when you have such a gorgeous partner.”

There went your cheeks getting insanely hot again. He thought you were gorgeous? There was no way. Someone must have put him up to this, right? Or he was fucking with you because he knew you had had a bit of a crush on him.

“I—er…” you stuttered hopelessly, pulling your eyes away from his.

He placed a hand on your knee. You could feel the warmth of his skin through your tights. The heartbeat in your ears picked up wildly.

“Don’t be nervous around me.”

“What?” you laughed suddenly. “I’m not nervous, I’m just—you’re just really…friendly? I don’t know. Why are you pretending to be so interested in me? Did someone put you up to it?”

“Why would someone have put me up to flirting with you?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“Because they know I had a thing for you,” you blurted before thinking. “I mean—”

“Nope! Can’t take it back now, my love.” Theo chuckled, an evil smirk printing across his lips. “And, for the record, no one put me up to flirting with you. I just want to.”

His hand slid up to the top of your knee as he leaned a bit forward.

“Theo!” you hissed. “We’re in the library—you can’t do that.” Though you verbally protested his actions, you couldn’t deny the heat building in your stomach at his touch.

Despite the conviction you had for needing to decline him and all of his advances, you couldn’t seem to suppress the need you felt for him right now—a different kind. His eyes remained on yours and refused to look away.

The two of you were in the library, and had seemed to despise each other’s company only minutes earlier, but for some reason, you couldn’t force yourself to stop his rising hand.

Soon, his fingers were toying with the edge of your skirt and his lips were millimeters from your own. You could feel his gentle breath against your cheeks.

“Theo…,” you shuddered at his proximity. His thumb slid slowly down the side of your thigh, the contact eliciting chills along your legs.

“You’ve wanted me for months,” he murmured, lips brushing against yours. “Are you finally going to let me fuck you?”

You gasped slightly as the tip of his thumb just barely brushed your core through your panties.

“Say yes, or I’m not going to touch you anymore.”

As if on cue, his hands pulled back from you and his mouth seemed to hover a few inches away. The cold air hit the spot his hand had been occupying on your thigh and sent a row of shivers up your spine.

“I don’t understand. Is this a joke?” you shuddered.

He shook his head slowly. “Not a joke, I just want you. Say yes, baby.”

“Y—” before you were even able to get the singular syllable out, his lips were pressing against yours and devouring them like a predator.

His hand found its place against your thigh again, the other hand following suit on the other thigh. He pushed them up the expanse of your skin, inching your skirts up in the process.

You moaned against his lips in embarrassment at the sudden loss of dignity.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he sighed against your mouth. “Let me taste you.” He pressed his lips roughly back to yours.

You gasped for air and pulled away, noses brushing against the other. “Say please,” you managed to choke out.”

“What?”

“Say please,” you repeated. “What, did you think I was going to come here and just give you whatever you wanted?”

“Oh, that’s how you’re going to be?” he smirked. You stared back astutely, not yielding to any teasing he tried to give.

“Alright, baby,” he conceded. He pulled himself closer to you and worked his way up your neck and to your ear, pressing chaste kisses against your flesh. “Please let me taste this sweet cunt. ‘ve been dreaming about it for months.”

You shivered at his words before nodding. You weren’t in your right mind—you couldn’t be.

He slid out of his chair and dropped to his knees. His hands wrapped around your hips and yanked you to the edge of the seat. His fingers pushed your skirt up around your hips and angled you up toward his face, pulling your legs over each of his shoulders.

The cool air flushed against the hot wetness slathered across your thighs. But the shock of wintry air was canceled out quickly by Theo’s hot mouth placing against your clothed core.

Your head fell back against the chair as your hands flew to his honeyed curls.

He swirled his lips across you, gathering your lust on his tongue. Each time you let a little moan slip, he’d echo you with his own louder one. It wasn’t loud enough to be heard anywhere else in the library, but it was enough to vibrate against you and send your head spinning.

The second your thighs began to shake on either side of his sharp jaw, he pulled away from you, leaving you bare and wanting.

“Turn around,” he panted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Obstinately, you held your chin up and refused to obey him. You wanted to appear strong and resistant as payment for how much of a dick he’d been to you, but with your quivering lips and legs still spread wide for him, you figured you didn’t quite get the point across.

He suddenly grabbed your jaw in one hand, while undoing his belt buckle with the other. Anticipation boiled in your belly.

“Turn around,” he said before suddenly and mockingly tilting his head to the side. “Or do you not understand what’s good for you?”

When you said nothing, he pulled you out of the chair and bent you over the library table. You yelped as your chest collided with the table.

Once on your stomach, he flipped your skirt over against your back and ripped your panties and stockings down your legs until the soaked things were stuck around your ankles.

Then, without another warning, he was sliding into you and stretching you wide. You gasped aloud and gripped at the smooth table, begging to find purchase on anything.

He moaned slightly at the way you clenched around him. He pushed himself into you a little more with each slow thrust, the movement splitting you down the middle. His hands held you tightly in place by your hips, pinning you down against the table.

“Shit, you feel fucking perfect,” he moaned, fingers gripping into your flesh.

Every alarm bell was ringing in your head, telling you to separate and cover yourselves, because you were in public. But, for some reason, you found yourself loving the thrill of possibly being walked in on; of possibly being found with Theodore Nott buried deep inside of you, taking his pleasure from your body.

By the time he’d finally bottomed out inside of you, he was panting and willing himself not to come prematurely.

“I’ve never felt anything this tight,” he groaned.

You hadn’t been able to see the size of him before he started pushing into you, but you had to guess he was the biggest you’d ever felt. Just having his hips pressed to your ass felt like the tip of him was brushing your cervix.

“Ah, fuck, wait,” he said, panting heavily. He rubbed your back as he slowly pulled all the way out of you and stood you up. He turned you around to face him and laid your back against the table.

He brought your legs around him and you hooked them together behind his back. You watched him with deep admiration as his fingers stroked up and down your legs, preparing to explain what he wanted.

“I want to watch me fill you up,” he whispered, leaning down to press a slow kiss to your lips. It was sweet and thick with saliva but, despite everything else he’d so far, this set off a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

His hands came away from your legs and wrapped around your waist. He watched addictively as his fingers wrapped entirely around your body, his large hands positively dwarfing your small frame. And you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes fill with an inky, black glint as he brought his hips to the underside of your thighs.

He placed his dick on your stomach, reveling in how far up your stomach it went. He moaned at the sight and pulled your right leg up and over his shoulder. He pressed a small kiss to the side of your calf.

“Theo,” you whined, still reeling from the loss of him inside of you. “Please, no more teasing.”

“Be patient, baby,” he whispered against your leg. “I want to remember this moment.”

“Theo,” you urged once more. But his hand came down hard against the outer side of your thigh. You yelped at the pain that radiated down the side of your leg.

“I said to be patient.” He soothed the pain gently with his fingers, still looking down at how big he looked compared to you.

One of the things he’d always had on you was height. No matter if the things he said were stupid and undermining, you couldn’t deny that his size was enough to have the high ground.

“Look, we don’t have all the time in the world,” you sighed, leaning up on your elbows to speak with him. “The librarian could walk in here at any—”

He pushed back into you, choking any other words in your throat. You gasped and fell back against the wooden table, the cold lacquer biting into your flesh.

“Fuck,” Theo all but whined. He pressed his fingers against your lower abdomen where his dick had created a perfect impression. Every time he pulled out then pushed back in, his sheer size forced the body wall up and simultaneously probed a spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling backward.

Without wasting another second, he picked up his pace while dropping his hands down to your still-tucked in uniform shirt. He ripped the material out from beneath the waistband of your skirt, and ripped the buttons apart.

The candles floating overhead illuminated the curves and dips of your stomach, highlighting The valley of your breasts.

Hips still pistoning into you, and left hand holding your waist still, his right hand reached forward again and ripped the clip of your bra apart. Luckily, you’d worn the front access one today.

At the force of the destruction, your breasts fell apart from one another, bouncing against your dampened chest.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Gonna mark this beautiful body. Gonna let everyone know you’re mine. My girl.”

His words sent shockwaves through your system. You tried to reach for him but you couldn’t reach. Your arms fell back down against the table, your lack of anything to hold on to leaving you completely at the mercy of the pace he decided to set.

“T-Theo,” you stuttered, your voice breaking beneath the weight of his abuse.

He leaned down, pushing himself all the way into you for a moment, and latched his lips around a mouthful of your left breast. He sucked roughly on the flesh, pulling the blood to the surface. You whined through the pain that mingled with the pleasure from him below.

Once he was satisfied with the bruise painted on you, he moved toward your neck, sucking and biting just as rough, hips never halting.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Tell me how it feels.” He nibbled on your earlobe.

You said nothing, your lips unable to form enough to make any words come out. Your fingers still gripped uselessly at the sides of the table. One leg was held uselessly over Theo’s shoulder while the other dangled limply over the edge of the table.

He leaned up. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”

Still, you made no sound.

“Oh, you pathetic thing,” he whispered, lips pressing to your elevated leg once again. “Am I fucking you stupid? Is that what it is? Yeah, baby? Next time, I’ll shove this dick down your throat and see how quiet you are then, you dumb slut.”

Now, within the final moments before your finish, his thumb dropped to your clit and began to rub small circles into the nerves. Your mouth fell open and your back arched to the ceiling as his hips intensified. They forced your finish closer and closer until you were spilling all over him, coating your legs and his stomach.

At the clenching of your core, his release was barreling forward, as well. He came with a long groan and a slow walk down of the brutal pace he’d set with his hips. His spend mixed with yours dripped down your legs.

Finally, with him still inside of you, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours. He eyed you sweetly, caressing soothing lines across your temple with his thumb.

“My sweet girl, you did so well,” he whispered against your lips. “Has anyone else ever fucked you so well?” There was that cocky Theo again.

“Maybe like one other person,” you gasped, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh, yeah? Who?” he asked, suddenly grabbing your jaw again and forcing you to look directly at him.

“Hmm, I’m not sure,” you said. “I think I forgot his name. I’ll probably just forget yours tomorrow, too.” You teased him meanly, smirk building on your lips. This was further payback for all the months of harassment you’d dealt with from him.

He pinched your cheeks together until your lips were pushed open.

“You can forget my name, sweetheart,” he whispered roughly, “but you’ll never forget what I just did to this body.”

His eyes watched yours with an intensity like no other. Then his lips pursed, and you watched as a line of spit dropped into your waiting mouth. It was the ultimate display of humiliation, but also ownership. You belonged to Theo, now.

And even if you forced yourself to forget his name or this day in the library, you’d never wipe the taste of his claim out of your mouth.

“Now, let’s get to work on that attitude, shall we?” Theo asked, voice suddenly chipper again.

He pulled out of you and zipped his pants back up, before selecting his bag off of the chair—which you’d now noticed he hadn’t even unpacked.

“Tomorrow at 6?” he asked.

Then he Disapparated, leaving you entirely exposed and alone.

That son of a bitch.

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[sturnioz]

‘BIRTHDAY TREAT’ — MATTHEW STURNIOLO

pairing. matthew sturniolo x fem!reader genre. smut, established relationship au.

word count. 2.2k

❝how do you want me?❞

content warnings. explicit content, light biting, oral (male receiving), blowjob, light face fucking, praising, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming.

You struggle to contain your growing excitement as Matt walks through the front door of your apartment. His tired, weary face lights up in surprised awe at the sight of the birthday decorations that cover every inch of your living space — different shades of vibrant blue balloons, filled to the brim with helium, are pressed tightly against the ceiling, bobbing gently.

Without warning, you pull the thread of the party popper you have in hand, and a burst of multicoloured confetti sprays straight into Matt’s face, causing him to jump back in startled surprise.

Matt lets out a breathy laugh, dropping his heavy bag down to the floor at his feet as he opens his arms wide, and you are unable to hold yourself back any longer. You run towards him, nearly tackling him with the force of an affectionate hug as you wrap your arms around him as tightly as you possibly can.

He exhales softly, the tension visibly melting from his body as he returns the hug, nuzzling his nose into the crevice of your neck and breathing in your scent. Slowly, he begins to rock your bodies gently from side to side, laying a series of small, delicate kisses across your exposed skin. You can’t help but grin widely, eventually leaning back from the embrace to take a long look at his face. 

Matt looks exhausted, his weary eyes struggling to maintain eye contact with you for more than a few seconds at a time before fluttering closed for brief moments, dark prominent circles visible underneath.

It makes you frown to see just how tired your boyfriend appears, knowing deep down that his busy weekend travelling to visit his family and hometown friends, only to immediately fly back to LA, has taken a significant toll on his body.

You can’t help but feel a little guilty for asking him to come over as soon as his plane landed, knowing that he likely should have gone straight home with his brothers to get some much-needed rest. But you missed him a lot, and you certainly didn’t want to miss his birthday.

You move your hand to gently cup his stubbly cheek, caressing it softly with your thumb as you whisper tenderly, “Happy birthday.”

Matt gives you a sluggish, tired smile and murmurs, “Thank you, baby.”

He presses his lips to yours in a slow, unhurried kiss for a few seconds before trailing them down the sensitive skin of your throat. You smile widely at the familiar, loving touch, goosebumps trickling down your spine when you feel his hands dip underneath the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his palms pressing firmly against the small of your back.

Matt gently nips at your exposed skin, causing your head to tilt to the side and grant him better access, your lips curling into a content grin as his hands slips downwards, fingers splayed across your ass and pulling your body flush against his.

“Are you tired?” You ask, running your fingers through his dishevelled hair.

“Not really,” Matt answers, his voice quiet and a bit uncertain. He doesn’t stop his affectionate ministrations, nipping down harder on your skin in a series of bites, “A little, maybe — I don’t know.”

“Why don’t we go to bed?” You suggest, trying to keep your voice calm and collected even as you feel Matt’s mouth brushing featherlight kisses up the side of your neck. His lips graze over a sensitive spot, causing you to shiver slightly. “Let you rest for a little while, and we can celebrate your birthday tomorrow?”

“I’m not that tired.” Matt tells you, his voice now a bit raspy. He reconnects your lips in a soft, tender kiss, and you sigh, your arms tightening around his shoulders.

The kiss starts sweet and slow, but when you curl your hand at the nape of his neck, Matt’s mouth suddenly moves with more hunger and urgency against yours.

His tongue slides over your own, drawing a low, appreciative moan from deep in his chest. The grip he has on your ass tightens as he tries to pull you even closer, despite you already being as flush against him as physically possible.

You allow him to do whatever he wants, and your breath hitches at the back of your throat when he suckles on your tongue, when he bites down on your bottom lip and pulls at it, when he rubs his front against yours and you feel his hardened cock beneath his jeans.

“Matt.” You call out his name when you break the kiss. You gaze at him intently, noticing how his eyes are still closed, his lips swollen and glistening, his breathing heavy from the lack of oxygen. You gently tug at the hair at the nape of his neck, and he tiredly blinks his eyes open, finally looking back at you. “What do you want?”

Matt’s gaze is unfocused, but he answers without hesitation. “You. I just… just want you — I missed you s’much.”

You smile at his words that come out slightly rambled and desperate, and you take his hand into your own as you turn and lead him towards your bedroom. He follows closely behind, hovering near you as he drags his shoes across the floorboards, squeezing your hand every so often as if afraid to let go.

When you reach the bedroom, Matt is already heading towards the bed as you close the door behind you. He drops your hand, the metal on his belt clinging as he unbuckles it, popping the buttons on his jeans and pulling down the zipper. He steps out of the denim, ridding himself of the clothing, but in his haste he stumbles a bit over his own feet.

He palms his cock over the front of his boxers and you almost salivate at the sight, having not seen him like this for such a long time, and it makes your thighs press together, watching as he rubs himself over the fabric as he looks at you — waiting for you.

“How do you want me?” You ask him quietly, and he groans loud at the question, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“On your knees.. Please.”

His plea elicits a warmth feeling in your chest and you smile, walking over to stand in front of him before you slowly drop down to your knees, and you tilt your head up to look at him.

He finds you so beautiful — so angelic with your pretty eyes staring at him and he becomes flustered for a moment, licking his lips nervously as he tugs his boxers down his legs, tensing beneath your touch when he feels your fingers ghost over his thighs. 

His cock stands tall once freed completely from the confinements, and he wraps his hand around himself, pressing his lips together tightly as he taps the head of his cock against your lips, and he moans softly when you stick out your tongue to get a taste.

“Put… put it in your mouth f’me.”

You don’t hesitate to do so, spitting on his cock for extra lubrication before taking him in your mouth, reeling at the groans that erupt from his chest as he drops his hand from his cock to rest it on top of your head.

He doesn’t grab at your hair, nor does he control your movements. He allows you to do as you please, watching as you take him further into your mouth and swallow around him, causing you to almost choke when his hips accidentally jerk forward, thrusting down the back of your throat.

“Fuuuuuck…”  Matt drawls, his neck straining as he tilts his head back.

The sounds he makes for you has your mind whirling arousal, wanting nothing more than for him to cum down your throat — wanting to swallow every last drop he gives you.

So, you change your pace, bobbing your head faster on his cock and using your hand to pump the rest of him, and the other fondles his balls which makes him whimper softly, his thighs trembling at your touch.

“You’re so good t’me, y’know that?” Matt suddenly praises you, murmuring under his breath as he strokes the top of your head, looking down at you. “My girl, yeah?”

You hum, the vibrations around his cock causing him to moan loudly, and the grip on your head becomes a little tighter — holding you still as he lazily rolls his hips forwards, and you do your best to swallow around him, trying your hardest not to gag on his size.

“I’ve missed you — missed your mouth, pretty fuckin’ mouth,” Matt whispers, lips parting with a pant as his hips begin to stutter, edging closer and closer to his orgasm, your chest swelling with pride. “Gonna make me cum if you keep lookin’ at me like that, sweetheart.”

“I want you to,” You tell him as you pull your mouth off of his cock but continue jerking him off, grinning as he thrusts in your hand. “Cum on my tongue… you deserve it.”

“N.. no, wait, wait,” Matt’s fingers curl around your wrist and you stop your movements, staring up at him confused. He breathes heavily as he continues, “Can I cum inside you? I — I want to cum inside you.”

Your lips stretch into a smile as you nod, pushing yourself up to stand from your kneeling position and quickly taking off your clothes, dropping them mindlessly to the floor as Matt lays across your bed. He rests his head on the pillows as he stares at you tiredly, outstretching his hand towards you.

You take it, allowing him to pull you on top and he leans up, pressing his lips to yours and craning his neck to kiss you deeper, giving you time to settle yourself above him, resting your knees on either side of his hips.

He lets go of your hand to grip the flesh of your thighs, squeezing the skin between his fingers before his hand slides behind your, grabbing at your ass desperately and you fight the urge to laugh, aligning the head of his cock at your entrance.

Breaking away from the kiss, your eyebrows pinch together at the stretch when you ease yourself down on him, your palm flat against Matt’s chest and he gasps, mouth falling open as he draws in a sharp breath.

“Shiiit, Matt…” You mewl once he fills you up completely, buried to the hilt. You would struggle to keep yourself upright if it wasn’t for Matt’s grip on your ass, squeezing you reassuringly, and you begin to slowly start rocking your hips.

There’s a crease between his eyebrows as he furrows them, his mouth ajar as moans and grunts spill from his lips, the tightness and warmth of your pussy making him unable to think, and he flexes his fingers across your ass, lifting his hips upwards to meet your bounces.

Your cunt pulses around him when his gaze meets yours, filled with the love and adoration that would’ve made you start crying if you weren’t so horny and desperate to cum — and for him to cum inside of you.

“Feels s’good,” Matt grunts. “You don’t understand how much I’ve missed being inside of you, sweetheart, missed feeling you like this — think about it all the fuckin’ time… m’crazy about you — seriously.”

“I hope you,” You hum softly, grinding your hips down and rubbing your clit against the smooth skin of his pelvis. “I’m crazy about you too.”

“Ha… shit — makes me feel like one lucky guy,” He dumbly grins up at you, but it slips away in almost an instant when you walls squeeze around his cock, and he curses loud, his hips fucking up into you faster. “You love me?”

“Always.”

“Tell… tell me you love me,” Matt begins to pant heavily, his hands moving from your ass to grab your hips, his thumbs pressing into your flesh. “Fuck — m’gonna cum, baby… tell me you love me.”

You repeat the three words like a mantra as you rock your hips faster, your own orgasm building up. Your voice starts to break, and the tears brim in your eyes at the pace he fucks up into you when he whispers those three words back to you.

He’s filling you up in an instant, spurts of cum painting your insides as your own orgasm hits you, your thighs quivering around his frame. Matt’s in a similar position — trembling beneath you and groaning as his cock pulses, unable to control the thrusting motions of his hips, but gasps due to the sensitivity he feels.

“Fuckin’ shit—fuck,” Matt’s body goes limp, his chest and face flushed, and his hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead, eyes on the brink of closing and consuming sleep. You even go to move yourself off of him when you see his exhaustion kicking back in, but he’s whining loudly, his grip tightening. “Wait, no — don’t, stop it — stay.”

“Stay?” You echo back to him, unable to stop the laugh from fleeting past your lips as you push his hair out of his eyes, stroking his cheek affectionately. “We can’t stay like this.”

“Yeah, we can. Please?” You feel yourself crumble a little when you see his pleading eyes look up at you. “Just for a few minutes… yeah? I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

© STURNIOZ

[coolyiooo]

Overstimulating BSD Men

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, Chuuya, Sigma, and Tecchou

❗WARNINGS: SMUT, MDNI, overstimulation, begging, praise, degrading, pulling, scratching, gagging, breeding kink, moaning, groaning, whimpering, and etc❗

This was the first BSD smut I wrote but I edited it a bit to make it better. it's a bit short (I feel like it is) but hope you enjoy it :)

🖤DAZAI🖤

You just wanted to punish Dazai for teasing you so much today. So you decided to just drive him over the edge with just your hand. Your hand was moving up and down on his throbbing cock. Your hand and his dick were wet and slimy from his previous orgasms. He couldn't stop moaning and whimpering. He kept on twitching while a small amount of drool dripped from the corners of his lips. Some of his own cum was on his stomach. His hands were clenched so tightly that his fingernails were digging into his skin.

You kept kissing his cheeks, neck, and temple as you kept massaging his cock. He was a sight to behold that's for sure. You kept giving him so many praises but also small degrading comments, only fueling to his euphoric release.

"Mnn~ ah- your hand feels so mph!- amazing, bella~" Dazai moans while his cock throbbed.

You kissed his neck, making him shiver slightly "you look so beautiful like this dazai~ but you also look pathetic being covered in your own cum" you taunted with a slight smirk

"P-please.. b-bella mmmn~ I can't handle more of this ah!-" he groaned.

The overwhelming amount of pleasure was becoming unbearable. His body was becoming hot. His heart rate was racing, yet he felt nothing but pleasure and it was only getting better and better.

"Why should I when the most beautiful sight is you cumming just by my hand? Plus you can't stop throbbing and moaning like a little man whore, it's really music to my ears" you degraded him

His cock only throbbed more when you degraded him. Something about you making him so submissive like this was so arousing for him. He can only moan louder. You then started to move your hand faster. Making his head fall back with his mouth open while moaning loudly .His cock throbbing aggressively. The sight could almost make you cum. Your underwear was drenched from your wet cunt.

"AH~! fuck! So f-fucking good~! Don't stop mmn~ I'm gonna cum again ah~ please don't s-stop!" He whimpered.

You smirked slightly "Oh, alright..since you asked so nicely"

You bent over to his sensitive cock and started to suck him off like your life depended on it. Your warm, sticky tongue wrapped around him perfectly.

He eyes shot wide open as he moaned loudly "B-BELLA! Y-yes! AHHH~!"

In a couple seconds, he thrusted upwards into your mouth to release his cum. Eyes and mouth wide open. His Back slightly arched. He was gasping for air. He felt like he was ascending to heaven, but it felt too sinful to be heaven, but if hell was like this, he wouldn't mind going.

He was panting and sweating while his body was hot and trembling aggressively. His eyes were now closed as his body was started to relax and calm down. You swallowed his cum before kissing his cheek with a small smile. He opened his eyes tiredly to see your beautiful face. All he could do was chuckle softly and say "that was...just...wow.."

💚RANPO💚

You wouldn't stop bobbing your head up and down Ranpo's cock even after he came a few times already. He just tastes so good and looks so irresistible when overstimulated, and his whimpers only made you keep going. His hand was behind your head as he caressed your hair and head.

"Mmn~! Ah~! You really can't have enough of me, huh, sugar~?" He whimpered

You lift your head off his dick with a pop, using your hands to rub him instead. You smirked slightly while looking at him. His cheeks were flushed while his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. It was evident that he was feeling amazing and loving the feeling of your mouth and skillful tongue.

"You taste so sweet ranpo~ I guess you are what you eat right?" You then started to bob your head up and down on his needy cock again.

He moaned out loud. His hands were squeezing the couch cushions. He was looking away with a blush face and a overwhelmed expression, eyes squeezed shut. He went back to whimpering loudly. His whole body was trembling with pleasure.

You lifted off his cock for a quick second "Your whimpers make me so wet ranpo~ your being such a good boy~" you said before sucking his cock again.

His cock twitched at the praise and he started to thrust into your mouth, making you start to gag on his cock, but it only made him feel even better. He looked down at you to get a better view of you. You looked up at him with what looked almost like an innocent face, but your action was far from it. The way you moved your head up and down just to make him cum again aroused him so much. He moaned and whimpered, feeling his release start to approach. His head tilted back while he arched his back slightly. His was exposing more of his neck while he did this.

"Mmhp! I'm going to- ah~ cum! gonna cum~! P-please let me~!" He whimpered

You only left the tip of his cock in your mouth, sucking and slurping it beautifully while your hand rubbed the rest of his shaft, making him not able to last anymore. After a few seconds, he came on to your tongue, earning a loud, desperate moan. You could taste how sweet he was but you didn't swallow yet. You took him out of your mouth to open your mouth wide open for him to see how much he came into it. He blushed and started to become hard again at the sight, slightly whimpering again.

You swallow his cum and kissed his cock "such a good boy".

💜FYODOR💜

Fyodor is a very prideful man, so he would try his best to not fully express how he's feeling, but you know he's trying to hide it. Fyodor let you top him because you insisted you could make him feel just as good as he makes you, so here you are, jumping on his cock even after he came a couple times. His cum making it easier for you to move. Fyodor kept his moaning to a minimum but every once in awhile he'd let out short gasps or small moans. He is still human after all and it's a normal body function when your being overstimulated.

"Why are you hiding your voice Fedya? Mmn~ I want to know how good I'm making you feel" you moaned slightly while smirking

"Mnn~ well maybe you have to try a bit harder, darling~" he said while smirking as well

You pouted a bit but you knew he was trying his best to keep calm. You could feel how much his cock was throbbing inside of you, clearly Loving how your walls clench around him. You grabbed his hand and pressed it against ur stomach. "Can you feel how deep you are inside of me? Ah~ How your cock aches and twitches inside me~ you feel so fucking good mmn!- your the only one who can make me feel this good~"

He whimpered quietly from the feeling. He turned his head away from you. Eyes closed with a slight smile on his face. "Ah- hmm~ feeling is mutual...so please keep doing what your doing" he said trying not to sound to desperate.

"Mmnph! But it'd be amazing if you let me hear your voice..please Fedya~"

He looked at your eyes as if he was contemplating, but he decided to give into your desire and he laid his head on the pillow, eyes closed and moaning deeply. He truly was gorgeous. It made you squeeze him tighter and made you go rougher, making him moan more.

"Ahh~! Fedya do you want to come? Your close aren't you?" You clenched his hair, making him throb more.

"Mnn- yes, moya lyubov mph~ since you want it so bad" he still tried not to sound desperate

"But do you want to cum? Mmn~ it doesn't sound like you want to" you looked at him with pleading eyes

"Hmm~ of course, lyubov mmn- there's nothing more I want than to fill you up" his small smile never going away

"Then let me hear how much you want to cum..p-please~!"

He seemed pleased by how much you've been begging to hear him moan, so he will at least grant you this small wish. He knew it would make you go over the edge anyway. He started to moan loudly, but not too loud. He told you small praises just to throw you over the edge a little more and before you knew it you came before him. His voice is just so heavenly.

"Hm~? And I thought you were the one supposed to please me" his smirk was wider

You still kept going. Didn't stop a single moment even though you were now the one being overstimulated, But the sight you left before Fyodor was definitely the cherry on top for him. Seeing you become a mess just for him was enough to make him loose control. The way you bounced on him while your body seemed it's about to give up. How you couldn't even form sentences anymore and only moans.

He then came inside you with a loud groan. His cock twitching inside you as it filled you up with his hot cum. You came again with a loud moan. Both of you were out of breath and still feeling just pure euphoria throughout your bodies. You both panted and breath heavily from your climaxes. He smiled slightly when your body laid limp on his chest. He caressed and kissed your head as you tried to calm down from your high. He was really desperate to come inside you once again, but not before making you into a mess.

💙ATSUSHI💙

You were bouncing on Atsushi's cock. He's been cumming so many times inside of you, but his body seems to still not have enough of you. He was a whimpering mess. Atsushi's hands were gripping on ur hips so tightly that it'll for sure be leaving marks. He's been telling you sweet nothing's, which only made you feel electricity throughout your body. Even during this lustful and sinful act you two were doing, His words were nothing but pure and beautiful. He always had a way with words that would touch your soul.

"Mmph~! Y-your so ah! Beautif-ful aggh~! You make me f-feel so g-good~!" He moans while caressing your cheek. His eyes were full of awe

"Atsushi~ mmn~ your literally breath taking agh~! I've never felt this good~" you whimpered

His cock twitches everytime you give him praise. He loves to know that he's satisfying you in any way, especially when your being intimate. "F-Fuck~ I love y-you s-so much- AH~!" He whimpers as he rests his forehead against yours.

"I-love you too~ your literally Mph!~ perfect" you clench his hair gently.

The way you clenched his hair and say something like that, he couldn't handle it. He throws his head all the way back as he arches his back. Your becoming too much for him and he couldn't hold back anymore.

he gasps slightly "I-im g-gonna MMN! i-im gonna cum! P-please don't s-stop nngh! y-you feel so fucking good ah ah~ c-cumming.. cumming!"

He thrusts up into you, making sure his cum is shot deep inside of you. He moans so loud that you had to kiss his lips to muffle out his moan. You still feel him pumping his cum deep inside you, almost like he's never gonna stop. You give him a kiss on the cheek after he calms down from his high. His eyes looking like he's seeing heaven as he panted heavily.

"You've been such a good boy for me" you smile softly

He looked at you with those same soft eyes "and your such a beautiful woman, y/n"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

Your tongue wrapped around Chuuya's dick was enough to make him moan so much. Even after cumming many times, your mouth never left his pretty cock. You loved the way his body twitched aggressively when he came inside you as he moans, it was so addictive. The feeling was mutual for him too. The feeling of your mouth sucking him off was definitely addicting for him and he could never get tired of the pleasurable sensation your tongue brought to him.

"F-fucking hell doll~ ah~! You can't get enough of me or what? MMN!~ not like I'm complaining " he groans with a slight smirk as he looks down at you.

You never left his cock out of your mouth even if he was taking to you. Your mind was just focused on making him feel good. He loved seeing how desperate you were for his cum.

"S-shit! Nnngh~! Feels so f-fucking good! Please don't stop~" he moaned

You went at a faster pace and made sure his tip was reaching the back of your throat, even if you were gagging, you were just desperate to make him cum again. He put his hand behind your head to make your movement faster. The action made you gag more but you honestly didn't mind, It only made you more wet.He arched his back and tilted his head back

he groaned "AH~ F-FUCK~! y-yes, doll~ gonna cum~ g-gonna cum so good down your pretty little throat~ MMN~!"

A few more thrusts and he whimpered loudly when he came deep down your throat. You felt his legs tremble and stomach twitching. His eyes shut tight with clenched teeth. You took every drop of his cum as he filled your throat with it. It was honestly so stimulating. Before you could do anything, he caressed your cheek as he panted

"I want to see....you swallow, doll...if that's not too much to ask"

You blushed as you looked at him with enticing eyes. His cock still inside your mouth. You swallowed his cum in one gulp. He smirked slightly before pulling his cock out of your mouth. You coughed a bit, but he then kissed your forehead lovingly "damn your good, dollface" He says that you can't get enough of him but he also can't get enough of you.

💛SIGMA💛

You were jumping on Sigma's cock quickly. His cock was covered by his previous orgasms and your cunt was filled. His cum made you able to jump faster of his dick and more pleasurable for him. Even though he was out of breath and looked pathetic, he looked so elegant and precious. He truly was a gorgeous man, even if he came from unnatural origins, his body sure acted like a real man. His grip on your hips were tight as he whimpered and moaned loudly from overstimulation.

He shut his eyes tight "Mmn~! Too- ah~! Much, y/n~!" He whimpered

You kissed his cheek and smirked "mmmn~ Your cock is throbbing aggressively. It's feel so good~ you want to cum more, don't you?"

He twitched from the praise "Ngh~! There's no more~ ah~!" His grip became tighter

You cupped his cheek to make him look at you in the eyes "That's ridiculous, love~ mmn~ let me prove it you" you smiled

Your pace became more rough and fast. His head fell back with his mouth agape from moaning loudly. His dick only getting bigger the more he rubbed against your tight walls. His cock pulsating even more as he felt another orgasm coming

"AH~! S-Shit~! Ngh~! too good! I'm gonna~!" He whimpered before shooting his load inside you once again, filling you up as if he's trying to impregnate you. He moaned loudly from his climax

He breathed heavily as he tried to calm down from his high. You kissed his lips before looking into his eyes "You look pretty when you cum, Sigma. It's addicting~"

His eyes were soft and gentle as he still pants "I'm glad the feeling is mutual"

You smirk as you lean into his ear "no matter how many times you cum, your body still wants more~" you said as you touched his already hard cock.

he whimpered and shivered the second he felt your hand on his sensitive dick. You smirked wider before saying "maybe one more round will do"

❤️TECCHOU❤️

The man is the strongest hunting dog. The man has a LOT of stamina. It would a lot to get him overstimulated and tired, but you've managed to do so. You just feel too good and he was getting overwhelmed by the pleasure.You lost count after a couple of rounds, but you've been jumping on his cock for a long time. His eyes were closed while his body was trembling a little. His face was overwhelmed by the pleasure, but even though he was in ecstacy, he would not make a loud sound. His hands were gripping tightly onto your hips

"How are you feeling, love?" You caress his cheek gently

He gulped and leaned into your touch "You feel like..heaven, dear" he catched his breath mid sentence.

You jumped a little rougher which made him clench his teeth and arch his back slightly. His eyes open slightly and he stared at where you two were connected. You clenched his hair gently, making him gasp softly

"Come one ah~ let me hear your voice~" you pleaded softly

He looked down for a second. He seemed embarrassed to let you hear his moans and whimpers, but if that's what you want from him then he will deliver it just for you, but he still needed more encouragement. He was still clenching his teeth as he blushed slightly.

You caressed his muscles gently "Please~? Your moans turn me on~" you whispered in his ear

He trembled more when you caressed his muscles. He laid his head back and let out a deep long moan. Hearing his moan turned you on and encouraged you to jump faster. You were both moaning slightly loud and twitching from the pleasure.

"I- oh God~ ngh~! D-dont stop~" Tecchou moaned with his cheeks sightly blushed

Hearing his words made you jump at a desperate and quick pace. He arched his back while moaning. His mind was blank. He only thought of the pleasure and you. He was unconsciously thrusting upwards. He couldn't handle it anymore.

His dug his nails into your hips "Ngh~! I can't anymore i- "

He quickly pulled himself out of you and then groaned loud while he shot his load on your stomach and chest. You came after him with a loud moan from the beautiful moans and sight he presented you with. He was out of breath and sweating

You giggle softly and kiss his cheek while you were out of breath "You did well, love"

You saw a small smile on his lips as he panted "so did you"

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[bayjaruchel]

Never Too Much

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Pairing: Mike Schmidt (2023)/AFAB Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: There are certain things that your boyfriend really likes to do. (2.2k, mostly cunnilingus | originally posted on ao3) | Masterlist )

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Mike takes his time with you, when he can. 

He likes being able to pace himself. By now, he knows your body very well; every curve and harsh edge, every single little detail. He's traced up your contours with his fingertips and kissed all the way back down again. Even though he's generally not the best at keeping calm, he's a very patient lover when given the chance to be. After your first few— and frantic — times together, he's slowed down considerably. 

However, there are still exceptions to that pattern.

Like when you don't have the time for anything slow; such as the minutes before he has to get ready for work. When you're both still a little groggy, but still need each other. Or when he knows he won't be free for most of the day, and you want to make it up to him. You fumble for each other, a determined clash of hands and lips and warm skin, both desperate to make the other person finish first. The sheets get twisted awkwardly around his legs— the hardwood floor makes your knees sore— but it's completely and utterly worth it. For every time you can't properly make love— in the purest definition of the phrase— there's always going to be a time when you leave each other completely breathless and spent afterward. No matter the technique, he's mastered the art of thoroughly taking you apart. 

There is one specific thing that Mike just can't be patient with, though. 

"Shit—" 

He's always been eager to eat you out. 

No matter the time or place. It could be during one of those brief periods, or during the long hours of the night where you have all the time in the world. He just can't wait. And he isn't waiting right now, even redoubling his efforts when you tighten your grip in his hair. His head bobs, slightly, as he drags his tongue through your gathering wetness, up towards the aching apex of your pleasure. 

A gasp is punched from your lungs when Mike closes his lips around your clit and sucks, for just a moment, before returning to your cunt. He shifts forward to get even deeper than before, lapping at you in broad strokes, equally calculated and clumsy. His enthusiasm is palpable, as usual. The sounds he's making— almost filthy slurping, accompanied by little moans now and then that send pleasant vibrations through you— they fill the air, easily overpowering everything else. His eyelashes flutter now and then, but occasionally he looks up at you, taking you in. You know how you look: nearly as disheveled as him. 

Your thighs twitch as he continues to savor you. Whenever he moves back up to gently flick your clit with his tongue, his breath comes in hot puffs through his nostrils. He always takes a deep inhale before diving back in, totally uncaring towards the way his spit and your slick must be dripping down his chin. He's not afraid to get messy. In fact, you think he likes it— he likes the evidence of your arousal clinging to your stubble, the knowledge of what he does to you. The knowledge of what he can do to you.  "Mike," you gasp again, "oh, fuck. That's— that's so good— " 

His mouth is still occupied, but he hums, muffled into your cunt. The praise has always done something for him. But you don't just say it because he likes it— you say it because you mean it, truly. The fact that you can see his hips shift a little at your words is just an added bonus. He hasn't even attempted to reach down to touch himself yet, even though you know he must be tenting his boxers. Even though you know that by the time you get close, there'll be a wet spot in the fabric.  

"You don't even have to beg for it anymore," you tease, even though you're too breathless for it to really land, "you know I'll let you do this again and again, even if I'm supposed to be doing something else." You're a sucker for him, and he knows it. Biting your lower lip, you use the hand in his curls to tug him closer. He's just like putty in your hands. "Maybe you like to beg a little, huh? Is that right?" 

You decide to take his answering moan as a yes. Mike looks up at you with heavy hazel eyes— pleading, again— wanting to tell you what he wants, but he also doesn't want to stray from his task at hand. Sometimes you wonder what you did to earn this. It's practically worship, at this point. You make a hasty mental note to repay him later, but it's hard to concentrate when he's putting all of his effort into pushing you towards your orgasm. You can feel your muscles tensing, the heat in your abdomen building—   

He's gradually focusing more and more of his attention on your clit now. But he's still dragging his tongue through your cunt, tasting you, collecting what's accumulating there. You jolt when his nose bumps against your sensitive nub, providing much-needed friction in the absence of his tongue. Although you definitely aren't the first person that he's done this to, you know for a fact that you're the person he's done this the most to. How do you know? He's told you himself. 

Cuntdrunk is a good word to describe him. If he could, he'd live between your thighs forever. 

You choke on a whimper. Mike takes in that sound— greedily, needily, he needs more. Scrambling to get a grip on one of your knees, he squeezes it once, pulling it closer to his head. And you understand the signal immediately. You close your thighs around his head, essentially trapping him where he is. Forcing him deeper. His brow furrows, nose pressed against your clit. The first time he wanted you to do this, you were afraid that he'd suffocate; that you'd hurt him. But by now, you're well aware that it won't happen, as long as you're careful not to push him down too much. 

He really likes being pushed like this, though. It empties his head, he says. Yours is pretty empty at the moment, too. You're blissfully absent, hardly tethered to Earth. You only really register the feeling of his hair tickling your thighs and shins, from where you've got them positioned— the pillow underneath your hips— his tongue. The pace he's keeping now is almost feverish— 

— minutes pass, and you're so, so, close. You can feel it, toes curling when he sucks on your clit again. You can't bite back the sounds that you're making anymore, your mouth falling open as your breathing grows more uneven the closer you get. Your thighs tighten an increment, your heart pumping furiously. The sensations are nearly overwhelming, but you can do little except take what he's giving you. "Just like that— mmhn — keep going, that's perfect—" 

You're teetering on the edge for a split second, but what finally pushes you over is another glance downward. Mike is— to put it simply — ruined. 

His hair's all messy from when you'd been tugging at it earlier, his cheeks a brilliant red. Almost the entire lower half of his face proudly displays the confirmation of what he's been doing this entire time. If his eyes weren't shut, you know they would be hazy, glazed-over— you haven't even touched him yet, disregarding a few kisses— and he's already fucked-out. All because of you. 

"Mike!" You squirm, eyes squeezing shut, "Mike, I'm—" 

He groans into your pussy when you cum, eagerly licking up all the remnants of your orgasm. The coil unwinds in waves, which crash through your lower body. 

He works at you until the abrupt heat in your gut fades away, replaced by a relaxed warmth, and you start shuddering with oversensitivity. 

You could let him continue— he'd keep going for as long as he possibly could. He'd make you cum as many times as humanly possible if you let him. However, you release his head from between your thighs instead, letting your legs slip down to lay on his shoulders. As soon as he's free, he starts taking deep lungfuls of air, catching his breath. Just like you. Which is sort of ironic, since he was the one doing all the work. 

He rests his cheek on your inner thigh, leaving a wet smear there. You can't really bring yourself to care, though. 

Mike looks at you, still bleary-eyed. 

" 'S good?" He asks, hoarsely. 

You know you're not done with him yet. 

"Yeah." Fondly, you smile down at him. He easily returns it. When you scooch back to sit up against the headboard, he instinctively shuffles forward to fill the newly created space. Your eyes flick downward when he goes to sit up, too, finally exposing his lap— 

"Uh." Mike clears his throat. 

"Could you … " He trails off, but you doubt it's entirely because of embarrassment. 

"I was already planning on it," you reply lightly, already going to place one hand on the back of his neck to tug him closer. He goes, and positions himself so he's hovering over you; spreading his knees just so, he's still looking at you reverently. 

"That's good," he breathes. 

"You want me to suck you off or something?" The suggestion is extremely casual, like always. But his breath still audibly hitches, and he swallows.  

"... You want me to blow in five seconds?" 

Snorting, you thumb over his cheek. He leans into your touch, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "I'm serious," he insists, voice low. "It'd be really terrible. You don't want that, right?" 

"I don't know." You shrug as best you can. "It's kind of hot, knowing that you got that worked up from just eating me out." 

He contemplates this for a second. 

"Fair enough." 

But then, he drops his tone and murmurs, "I still don't want it to end that quickly." 

"You don't?" 

"I don't." 

You let out a long, dramatic sigh, and pretend to ignore the snicker it elicits from him. 

"But I was looking forward to returning the favor." 

It's Mike's turn to shrug. "Plenty of other opportunities for that later, y'know." 

Admitting defeat is the worst thing ever. 

"I guess you're right," you concede. "Fine." 

"I guess I'm— " he starts to mimic under his breath, but the rest of his words are expelled in a single whoosh when you squeeze him through his boxers. "— fuck." 

A crease forms between his eyebrows again as you continue to feel him out. You were right. Near where his tip was resting, you can feel a small, slightly damp spot. It's enough to make you throb, once— no matter how many times this happens, you'll never get used to this. Your patience is quickly failing, like his.

"You were saying?" You ask innocently, while hooking your fingers in his waistband. 

Mike quickly shifts from his previous snark, right back to need. 

"I was— I was saying—" His tongue darts out to moisten his lips, "— how much I need you to touch me right now. " The last part of his sentence is barely a whisper. "Please."   

And there it is, you want to quip, but you think you've done enough for now. His boxers come off easily, and you unceremoniously wrap your hand around his cock. That's enough to make him shudder, a small noise escaping his parted lips. There's no need for build-up anymore, so you just start pumping him. He quakes, and then leans in, nudging your nose with his. Wordlessly asking permission. 

You can still taste a little of yourself on his tongue when you kiss him, leisurely. You drink in what was previously muffled by your cunt. He twitches in your palm, lips pliant and tender against yours, but still a discernible force. A comfortable presence, sharing the same breaths as you. He kisses you again and again until he has to draw back for air. 

Mike breathes your name, high-pitched and trembling, as warmth shoots into your hand a few minutes later. 

"That's it," you murmur, coaxing the rest of it out of him, "that's it. There you go." 

You both just lay there for a couple of long moments. It feels like raw electricity wherever your bare skin is touching his. It's like a current, of sorts. He's still shaking, faintly, either from the exertion or the fact that he's most likely still a little oxygen-deprived. It's probably a nice mix of both. But when that subsides, you both reluctantly roll off the bed, clumsily plodding to the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

The tile is cool underneath your bare feet. He stands nice and still as you clean your dried cum off his face. You stay nice and still while he cleans you up, too.

When you're throwing the used towel in the laundry bin, he speaks up. Now that the residual heat has faded, you can feel goosebumps starting to prickle across your skin. 

"I love you," he says. 

You are both naked, a little damp, and standing in the bathroom. 

But somehow, it all fits together. It makes sense. 

You turn to face him. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, and his hands automatically land on your hips. Mike watches you, obvious worry glimmering in his eyes. He's unsure if that was the right thing to say. 

Then: 

"I love you," you conclude. 

The tension all but melts from his shoulders. 

[artinvain]

can you do a smut where abby or ellie has a really “nonchalant” or composed personality? thank you💓

cw!! short pwop, fingering, squirting, oral (abby!reciving), soft daddy abby

men, minors, ageless blogs dni or follow!

abby is always collected, calm and nonchalant even as you’re a moaning mess in her lap.

“you look so pretty riding daddy’s fingers baby,” she moans at the feeling of you clenching on her fingers — your wet warm, gummy walls engulfing her as she pressed down on your gspot.

“daddy - please please so good,” you whine out, on hand gripping her shoulder and the other on her knee behind you as you bring on her fingers, eyes crossing when she starts to rub your clit, you can hear her chuckle at your voice rising in pitch.

“my messy girl — your cunt’s getting my jeans all wet,” abby cooes , her arm wrapping around your hips as she starts to fuck het fingers into you. even though she has an arrogant smirk on her face - she’s panting and groaning under her breath, her own boxers getting damp.

“fuck baby, you’re gonna have to eat my pussy after this - m’so fucking wet for you,” abby mumbles into your neck as your thighs tighten around her thighs.

“please daddy, wanna cum please let me,” you yelp as abby spears her fingers into you, and you bite down on her neck.

“atta girl — so good -“ abby moans, “cum all over my fingers,” she groans as you clench down on her, your pussy getting wetter with ever pump of her fingers. you whine in sensitivity but abby keeps going, fucking your oversensitive cunt until you’re crying.

“want you to squirt all over me, wanna fucking smell your pussy on me all day,” she kisses your neck as you whine into hers - your tears wetting your shirt. you pant and sigh with low moans as your eyes roll shut and you’re squirting on abby’s fingers and thighs.

you’re mumbling praises and “thank you daddy, so good, fuck fuck,” you gasp as she fucks you through your orgasm. abby slips her fingers out of you and sucks her fingers moaning at the taste and the sight of you getting between her legs and shuffling her pants and underwear down.

“please can i eat your pussy daddy,” you moan between kissing her inner thighs and mound.

“yeah baby,” abby inhaled through her teeth and guides your head down towards her cunt, moaning low as you lick from her slit tasting her on your tongue before you suck her clit into your mouth and start to bob your head on her clit, sucking and licking the underside.

“that’s it angel, right there,” abby moans bucking her hips up into your face until she’s coming undone around your tongue, biting back moans that are still so loud.

abby brings you up to cuddle into her arms, you presses kisses to her face and neck as she mouths love letters into your ear, drawing shapes on your arms and thighs.

🫦🏷️ @lesbian-useless @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @lavendersgirl @bimboprinezz @emiliabby

[blitzyn]

a different method final pt

teacher!zhongli x m!reader

request: drop by to ask will there ever be a chance for part 3 with teacher zhongli? i dont know man. him and reader are so cute together. maybe i am crazy??? wanna see reader actually tries his best and gets his reward-

part one | part two

a/n -> oh my god i need francis mosses and wriothesley to fuck me right this INSTANT

wc -> 4k

cw -> praise, anal fingering, anal sex, mating press, desk sex, semi-public sex, teacher zhongli, student reader, not beta read

You were nervous. Jitters ran along the length of your spine and pooled in your chest, leaving a deep cavity that filled with anxiety. Why were you so anxious in the first place? It’s just a test. You’ve taken plenty of them during the course of your life.

You tried to play it cool, masking your face with a facade of nonchalance, hoping no one could see how clammy your hands were getting or your heartbeat, or the sweat rolling down—oh god was someone looking at you? Could they see through you? What if they could read your mind? Did they know that you were secretly trying to get your teacher to fuck you again?

You forced to stop yourself from physically deflating in relief when they looked away. Seemed like they were just looking around the room in an attempt to search for a hint or an answer to the question they were on. Right. The test. You’d finished it not too long ago, and now you were in the overthinking stage, wondering if you could’ve worded something better or if a different answer was right, but you forced yourself to calm the fuck down. You studied for this (surprisingly) and you were sure that at least half of your answers were correct. Hopefully.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard your teacher speak, notifying the class that there was five minutes left, and you could see a few write faster as they tried to finish on time. Those five minutes felt like an eternity, watching the agonizingly slow ticking of the clock above the door leisurely make its way to four, then three, then two, one… thirty seconds, and…

Finally!

You took your time packing up, watching your classmates rush out of the door, eager to leave the boring room. It wasn’t until the last person made their way out did you walk up to your teacher’s desk, fiddling with the strap of your bag.

“May I help you?” He questioned, offering you a brief glance as he reached over to grab the pile of test papers. It was frustrating how he could just ignore your past… ordeals like they were nothing, but you were determined to claim your keep.

“Can you, uh, grade my paper? Now, I mean,” you requested, trying to fight off your growing eagerness, but it seemed that it didn’t matter when he quirked an eyebrow. He gave you an unconvinced look, leaning back on his chair to properly look at you, searching your eyes for something. “Please,” you hastily added, hoping it’d be enough to convince him.

“Why not wait until next week?” He seemed to have found what he was looking for as he relaxed his expression, crossing his arms across his chest. “Is there something urgent?”

“No, it’s just…” you trailed off, pursing your lips. You weren’t sure how to explain without sound too eager, but you were almost ninety percent sure he knew why you wanted him to grade it now. “I wanna see how I did. ‘Cause… I studied this time. So…”

An intrigued glint shone in his golden eyes, and his head bobbed in a slow, understanding nod. He returned to the stack and scanned through the list of names until he found yours, pulling out the answer sheet to look over. It was silent for a while, save for the occasional scratch of his pen and the obnoxious tick-tock of the clock. You crossed your arms across your chest and examined the room absentmindedly, finding it too weird to watch him grade in this silence.

“You’ve done well,” he suddenly spoke, the richness of his voice gently guiding you out of your thoughts. “Congratulations.”

You saw that he rotated the paper to you, letting you look at the numbers that adorned the white page. 47/50, it read, marking this your highest grade yet.

“That’s good,” you hummed, risking a glance up at him, only to find him already watching you expectantly.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” He questioned, and you could’ve sworn that he had the faintest of smirks. It was gone as quick as you saw it, but you were sure it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you. You paused, feeling the uncomfortable weight of embarrassment creeping in your mind, stopping the words on the tip of your tongue. What were you so nervous about? You did good and everyone knew he didn’t go back on his word.

“You said you’d reward me if I did good,” you reminded, leaning forward a touch too eagerly.

“Did I?” He replied, his expression unchanging even when it was clear what you wanted. “The reward was the knowledge and understanding of this unit. Are you not satisfied?”

Fuck.

“Oh. Uh,” you were mortified—how could you not be? Technically, he didn’t specify what the prize would be. You just assumed it’d include him fucking you like the last two times. You stared at him, pursing your lips, not really bothering to hide the obvious displeasure in your face. “If I say no, will I get something else?”

The corners of his lips raised in a smug smile as he intertwined his fingers together, resting them atop the smooth wood of his desk. You noticed the familiar glint of amusement in his eyes and groaned softly. He was just messing with you.

“I suppose so,” he said, beckoning you closer to him with a refined hand. He flattened it along the curve of your hip, gently guiding you to the edge of his desk as he stood up to press himself against you. “You’ve done well today. You must’ve been very determined to get what you wanted, hm?”

You nodded slightly, almost shyly, shuddering at the feeling of his hand sliding down your pelvis to palm at your crotch. He was (not so) surprised to have felt you already hardening under his touch, but he didn’t comment on it, instead giving your cock an experimental squeeze. Your knees nearly buckled, grateful to have the desk supporting your weight as he stroked and explored your body.

“You’re more sensitive than the previous times we’ve done this,” he noted, leaning back to slot his thigh between your own and tilt your bashful head up. His grip was firm, unrelenting, raising goosebumps along your arms at his—frankly strange—strength. You hardly paid it any heed, of course. It just added to his appeal. “Have you been anticipating this moment since then?”

He refused to let you look away, tightening his grip on your chin to make you meet his golden eyes. You hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard before steeling your nerves. He said you could have this, so you were going take it.

“Yeah,” you replied, rolling your hips into the palm of his hand needily. You bit your lip at the jolt of electricity that traveled up your spine, sending your senses into overdrive. You could smell his cologne—it was rich and smooth, subtle and fitting for a man like him. He was all you could feel, hear, and see as his hand made its way to the front of your pants, deftly undoing the button to tug them down.

“My, I can’t imagine how pent up you must be to be this aroused already,” he teased, his cheeks raised in a minuscule smirk. He swiftly pulled his gloves off and ran his hands ran over the curve of your thighs this time, sliding along the underside to lift you onto the desk. You tensed when the cold surface met your heated skin, but it was soon forgotten when you watched him slide your boxers off, breath hitching as he wrapped his hand around your cock.

He pressed his thumb onto the sensitive head, giving it a quick rub before lifting it, noticing the thin string of precum connecting his finger to you. He tightened his hold again to start jerking you off, listening intently to the slick noises and your breathy moans. He could feel his own dick beginning to harden, straining against the fabric of his slacks, but he ignored it for the sake of pleasuring you.

His touch was addicting. Hypnotizing. Entrancing. Anything and everything under the sun because you couldn’t get enough of how damn good he was. He knew just how tight to squeeze, the right pace, what made you shudder and squirm. The build-up was slow and delicious, clouding over your mind until your thoughts were hardly coherent enough to speak out.

“Damn—you’re… you’re good,” you shakily panted, eyes darting between his warm, strong hand and his own irises. Your cock throbbed, twitching at the sound of his low, amused chuckle. You clutched at the edge of the desk hard enough to make your hands shake, thighs flexing as you writhed. Though, you were careful enough not to accidentally kick him.

“I’m flattered you think so,” he responded, moving himself so that his hip pressed one of your thighs wider. He felt you hook your leg around his waist and tighten when he moved his hand away to prod his fingertips against your lips, wordlessly demanding entry. Eagerly, you complied, opening your mouth to let him press onto your tongue and gather your saliva.

You hummed at the feeling before closing your lips around them, gently sucking on them as you gauged his reaction. You couldn’t catch his overall expression shifting, but you did see his eyebrow raise the slightest bit and feel his cock throb against your ass. He let out a breath when he felt the suction alongside your tongue swirling around his skin, coating his fingers in your saliva. He pushed them further down, resulting in a soft gag from you. He held them there for a moment longer before pulling away, watching you break the thin trail that connected you to him with a swift swipe of your tongue over your slick lower lip.

Without missing a beat, he reached down, and you were fully expecting to feel him prod at your hole, but his hand targeted the handle of one of his drawers. You huffed impatiently and rolled your eyes when he pulled out a bottle of lube, listening to the sound of the cap being flipped open.

“Was the whole finger thing really necessary?” You grumbled, gasping slightly when he tugged your hips forward just enough so your ass hung off of the edge. You gave him a weak glare when he poured some of it on your asshole directly, tensing and shuddering at the sudden temperature drop.

“No,” he replied smoothly, easing his fingers into you. “But surely you didn’t expect to be the only one enjoying himself?” He questioned rhetorically, pumping them in and out slow enough so that the wet squelching was the only thing you could hear. “I also had no intention of using my saliva this time.”

“Could’ve started by now,” you said under your breath, mildly bitter that he had you gagging on his fingers just ‘cause he felt like it.

“Have patience,” he murmured, jabbing his slender fingers into your prostate in response to your vulgar words. He jerked you off with his free hand, paying close attention to each of your reactions, down to the minuscule twitch. “I know you can do that. If you can pass a simple test, how much more is waiting to you?”

You remained silent, swallowing the impending retort. You huffed through your nose, watching his hands expertly working your body better than you’d ever have. Your hips jerked and your cock pulsed rhythmically whenever he curled his slender fingers into that one spot that had you seeing stars. It was hard to keep quiet, and you were sure he was making this as difficult as he possibly could for you.

The heat in your belly intensified with every second—with every jab to your sensitive prostate and stroke along your painfully hard dick. Your labored breaths came out in quick pants, hitching when he teased the leaking tip. You were fully expecting him to take his time, to feel the gradual buildup, so when he suddenly speeds up, you accidentally let out a loud moan.

He gave you a sharp look, reminding you that you couldn’t afford to be loud despite not letting up. You swiftly clamped a hand over your mouth, weakly glaring at him for the sudden onslaught of stimulation, but you could hardly keep up the attitude for long. You squeezed your eyes shut and squirmed, nostrils flaring at the effort as your hips jerked every so often.

“F–Fuck, sir,” you panted, your eyebrows furrowing when you looked up at him pleadingly. “I’m gonna… m’gonna cum.”

“Go ahead,” Zhongli murmured, watching you intently. And, like his rich, smooth voice was a trigger, you did. You bit down on your lip so hard you nearly punctured it, unable to completely muffle your moans as the sounds slipped past your hand. He didn’t scold you for it, instead deciding to continue to move his hands, milking out as much cum out of your cock as he could before you started to whine at the budding overstimulation.

He let you take a moment to gather yourself, shifting to grab a tissue and wipe his fingers clean. He turned back to look at you when you sighed, leaning back to place most of your weight on your palms.

“Do you need a break?” He questioned, placing his hands back on your bare thighs. He was in no rush despite having his painfully hard dick straining against his pants, and you were internally impressed with his self control.

“No,” you replied without missing a beat, hooking your knee around his waist to tug him closer, but he hardly budged. “Fuck me. Now. I’ll be fine,” you urged. It seemed that demands were your strong suit this time around.

“Learning to have patience will benefit you greatly,” he said, and you watched the way he took a deep breath in a manner you knew meant that he was about to go on a long tangent of life lessons or something along the line. You gave him a pleading look, to which he acknowledged with yet another subtle, smug smirk. Good lord, when he wasn’t in a serious setting or teaching, he could be a pain in the ass. Literally and figuratively.

“Stop doing that,” you huffed, but you could hardly maintain that (already weak) sense of annoyance when he moved to undo his pants, eyes quickly and instinctively making their way towards his cock. You could see the tip of it beading with precum and the way it flushed an angry red.

“I’m afraid I don’t follow what you’re trying to imply,” he responded, all of his amusement fizzling away to make room for the faux ignorance. He reached over to grab the bottle of lube to pour a generous amount onto his palm and rub it along his dick, creating quiet squelching sounds that, now that you thought about it, made you cringe.

“So you just casually have lube laying around?” You questioned, looking back up at him curiously like you weren’t about to have sex. You had a strange relationship, honestly.

“I got it recently. Based on your reaction towards our last session together, it was easy to assume that you’d make a genuine effort,” he said, wiping most of the lube off his hand with a tissue before hefting your thighs up his broad shoulders. “You’re quite predictable.”

You didn’t bother to refute this time, wincing slightly at the tension to your lower back. “Ow—careful,” you hissed, shifting to get comfortable when you paused suddenly, feeling the head of his cock press against your asshole.

“You’ll be fine,” he gently assured, resting his free hand beside your head. “Bear with it.”

He pushed forward—gently this time, unlike the way he so roughly shoved himself inside you like the first time. You tensed regardless, mildly uncomfortable with the burn that came with his entry.

“Relax,” he murmured, rubbing a hand on your thigh in a comforting manner, coaxing your relaxation forth. He sank in slowly, breathing in deeply as he fought the urge to shove himself in one go. It felt better this way, he realized, taking his time instead of rushing it out of the sake of irritation. “You’re doing well. Just breathe.”

You nodded sheepishly, resting your head back against his desk. Your chest fell and rose rhythmically, making yourself relax to make things easier for both you and him. You sank your teeth into your lower lip and grunted when he finally buried himself all the way inside you, listening to him grunt in satisfaction.

“Fuck… is it me, or did you literally get bigger?” Your voice was strained, breathy and shaky. Your legs tightened slightly around his shoulders, staring at him needily.

“No, nothing about me has changed,” he chuckled softly, finding your state humorous. “But you have. You’ve improved your character within this room and proved that you’re more than capable of passing my class. You’ve made me proud, [L.Name].”

“Oh. Haha. Really?” You laughed awkwardly, turning your head to the side bashfully. Butterflies fluttered within your stomach at the praise, feeling a sudden rush of giddiness that you were hardly able to hide. “I guess I am doing better, huh?”

He nodded in response, his golden eyes softening. “I will begin now.”

You gasped, instinctively looking down to watch him pull out a bit and softly push back inside. You shuddered at the drag of his cock against your prostate, biting your lip once again to stifle the moans that threatened to spill from your throat.

He moved rhythmically, his gaze locked on your blissful expression. His cock throbbed as he slid in and out, again and again, targeting your prostate with pinpoint precision. “You’re taking me so well,” he muttered, grunting softly, your soft moans mixing in with the wet, gentle slaps that filled the room.

“Shit—don’t say stuff like that,” you stubbornly said, slapping a hand over your mouth when he jabbed his dick up against your prostate with a sharp thrust.

“No? But is it—” He groaned, his eyebrows furrowing when he felt you squeeze tighter around him, letting out a strained, labored breath. He tightened his fingers into fists that had his knuckles turning white, pressing his hips against your ass firmly for a moment before resuming. “But is it not the truth?”

You rolled your eyes, using your lack of momentum to kick his back with the heel of your foot. “You talk too much…”

“Is that so?” He retorted, a faint smirk gracing his features as he bent down lower, brushing his lips against your ear, and ignored the strained grunt you let out at the added tension to your back. “Then what would you like me to do?”

You hesitated, shivering pleasantly as his breath ghosted the shell of your ear. “Harder. Go harder.” The two of you remained silent for a beat, and you quickly realized he was expecting something else. “Please.”

“Good boy. Just because I’m doing this for you doesn’t mean you simply forget your manners,” he scolded lightheartedly.

And, like clockwork, your jaw snapped open to argue, but he wouldn’t allow it this time. He rammed his cock so hard in you stars danced through your vision, your body tensing and clenching down tighter around his cock. His breaths came out shallow and labored, focused on churning your insides to mush while you tried your damn best to keep yourself from getting too loud.

“Fuck—oh my God, sir, please—” you choked out, hands scrambling for purchase. You covered your mouth with one and buried your fingers in his hair with the other, inadvertently tugging on the strands and messing up his ponytail. “Wait…!”

“Is this not what you wanted?” He rhetorically questioned, his voice low, not needing to raise his volume over your surprised and needy moans. “A shame,” he continued, finding no desire to let up any time soon. He panted harshly into your neck, letting his eyes squeeze shut as he savored the feeling of your tight hole fluttering and pulsing around him. This closeness was unwarranted and wrong, he of all people knew that. But as you whimpered and whined into his ear, he also found that he didn’t mind it.

All that could be heard were the resounding slaps and your poorly concealed noises. The desk creaked slightly, straining under your combined weight as he kept you pinned down with his body, ignoring the quiet rustle of paper as a few fluttered off the desk.

“Fuck, m’so close, sir,” came your muffled words, eyes rolling in ecstasy as you dragged your hand down to clutch tightly at his back, fingers desperately curling into his clothes. “G-Gonna cum—don’t stop!”

“Quiet,” he shushed you, giving one of your thighs a brief pinch before he grabbed hold of your weeping cock to stroke it in time with his movements. Slick sounds emanated from you as he jerked you off with dexterity, stoking the raging heat in your belly. “I know you can lower your voice. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”

You meekly shook your head, letting go of his back to place both hands over your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling yourself jolt up and down as he rammed himself into your ass rhythmically. Your legs tightened slightly around his neck, searching for something to cling to. You were so close and you knew he was aware of it. He refused to let up, pushing you higher and higher, groaning when you tightened around him reflexively.

“Fuck!” You cried out, your hands hardly able to catch your voice as you came hard, body shuddering and convulsing. He squeezed your dick, slowing down considerably to help you through your orgasm, sweat rolling down his temple at the shared body heat and the effort to please you.

He pulled out with a grunt, letting one of your legs fall off his shoulder as he reached down to quickly jerk himself off, sighing in satisfaction when he finally came. You shivered, resting an arm over your eyes in exhaustion as the two of you basked in the afterglow, chest heaving up and down as you panted hard.

“You’ve done well,” he murmured, cleaning his hands off with a tissue to massage your trembling thighs, giving you a moment to recompose yourself. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks…” you replied, taking your arm off your face to look at him. He was disheveled--the most unkempt you've ever seen him. You sighed gratefully when he moved your remaining leg down to grab another tissue and wipe off his and your cum that landed on your stomach.

"Here, take this." He handed you a bottle of water, fixing himself as soon as you accepted it. "It'll do you well to rehydrate yourself, especially after an intensive session such as this."

You drank a generous amount, wiping your mouth after you put the bottle down to retrieve your pants and underwear when he handed them to you. "Thanks. Again."

"Of course." He nodded, giving you more space to put your clothes back on, watching you with a soft expression. "It's getting late. Would you like me to escort you home?"

"I'm okay. I live, like, what, ten minutes away by foot?" You shook your head, wincing slightly at the ache in your back. You stood up and stretched, yawning, as you made your way away from the desk. You noticed a piece of paper on the floor and bent down to grab it, flipping it over to place atop the surface, realizing that it was your test that fell. Staring at the red numbers for a moment longer, you were overcome with a sense of embarrassment.

Man, the things you'd do for dick.

"Don't expect any leniency from me, [L.Name]," he said, walking over towards the window to open it, letting a fresh breeze carry the smell of sex outside. "My demands still remain."

"I know," you sighed, feigning dejection before you grabbed your stuff, walking towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you then."

[zweiginator]

Patrick Zweig x Reader x Art Donaldson perhaps??

Again thinking about being in a group project or something with art and Patrick. Neither of them care about the assignment, but you do. You care a lot. And they make fun of how nerdy you’re being but both of them have noticed how pretty you look in class when you’re taking notes. So they’re not mad at all when you’re all paired together.

You know you’ll have to explain everything to them. You wouldn’t say they’re stupid, but they’re acting like it.

And for a second they thought this was a biology class and you have to remind them, no, this is political science.

You’re bossy; you text them late at night and tell them what to do. Art and Patrick have an inside joke about you acting like a drill sergeant about this stupid group project.

“Jeez, calm down. We’re working on it.” Patrick is “researching” on his computer; you can see he’s looking at the Berkeley tennis roster.

Art is glancing over his shoulder. “That’s a good article. Credible too.” He’s eating an apple; the juice falls down his chin.

“I can see your screen you fucking idiot.” You’re not usually this mean, but they’re pissing you off. This is due in a week, it’s almost finals week, and you really don’t want to do this all yourself.

“Wow, okay, sorry ma’am.” Patrick salutes you.

You’re in a study room at one of Stanford’s libraries. It’s almost midnight.

“Why are you calling me ma’am?”

Art giggles. “Because you’re acting like you’re in charge of us.”

“Maybe if you acted like men and not dumb little boys I wouldn’t have to be so bossy.” You shut Patrick’s laptop and put it on the table.

“Plus,” you say. “I think I kind of am in charge of you.”

Patrick and Art just stare at you. You’re sitting on the table, they are in separate chairs, legs spread.

Art scoots forward; the wooden legs of the chair screech against the linoleum floor. “What will happen if we don’t listen to you?”

You stand up and bend down so you’re eye-to-eye with them both. “Why don’t you want to listen to me?”

“Because it’s hot when you’re pissed at us.” Patrick gives you a toothy smile, chewing his gum.

“Art, open your laptop.” You command, grabbing Patrick’s from the table. You open it for him and gesture for him to unlock it.

“Sir yes sir.” Patrick salutes you.

You grab his face. “Do your homework.”

Art stifles a laugh.

As they start typing, you close the blinds to the room.

You sink to your knees, pretending to tie your shoes. But your hand snakes up Patrick’s leg. You see his adam’s apple bob.

“What are you doing?” He looks down at you, confused.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

He nods.

You clear your throat. “Well are you going to take your pants off?”

He gets up to peel them off so fast you have to grab his laptop to keep it from falling.

Art is confused; he’s half heartedly typing on his computer but he’s paying close attention to what’s going on.

“Sit down. Keep working.”

He’s hard; pre-cum leaks from his tip as he clicks randomly on his laptop, looking through tabs—doing anything to seem busy.

You press a kiss to his balls and he moans pornographically, his hips bucking up reflexively.

“Jesus—“ his hand moves to find your hair, but you slap it away.

“Keep working.” You lick a stripe up his shaft, and Art is nervously tapping his foot, clearly awaiting his turn.

Just as Patrick is ready to fuck your mouth, you let off him with a pop and move over to Art.

Patrick groans, but continues to work. This is working for them.

“Look how much I’ve gotten done.” Art shows you his screen; he has finished a few paragraphs and they actually aren’t too poorly written.

“Good job, Art.” You praise. “See, Patrick? It’s not so hard is it?”

You peel Art’s shorts off and his cock slaps against his stomach, hard and ready for you. You don’t make him work on his laptop, and you let his hands bunch your hair up as you suck him fully into your mouth.

He stifles his moans. They’re so pretty and needy. Spit pools around his balls and you massage them for him, reveling in how he whimpers and thrusts into your mouth.

You pull off him with a gasp.

“Poor Patrick is left out.” You pout.

“Don’t worry about him. I did a good job remember?” You giggle at how he turns against his friend in a moment of pure desperation.

“You don’t want to help out your friend?” You ask.

“What do you-“

You interrupt him. “Patrick, why don’t you move closer.”

He does, immediately.

“Art, you should touch him. Look how hard he is. I bet that hurts.”

Art looks at Patrick’s cock, slick with saliva, angry and red.

Art wraps his strong hand around Patrick’s cock and strokes him slowly at first. He feels Patrick throb in his grasp and you smirk at how Art’s cock does the same.

Patrick moans, throwing his head back. “Feels so good, Artie.”

“Yeah?” He asks. They’re enjoying this more than you thought.

“You’re such good boys.” You praise, removing Art’s hand.

You can tell they are desperate to cum.

“Do you want to cum?”

They both nod fervently.

“Then get to work and I promise you both will—if we finish this project tonight.”

[3cremepie3]

The creamery pt 1.

Synopsis - Where or would the Twst boys would cream in/on you? Feat. Scarabia

Warnings - cremepies, unprotected sex, facials, possessiveness, breeding kinks, mentions of pregnancy, dollifaction, degradation

A/n - a quick series while I figure out he future of this blog.

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Jamil would cream on you for sure. He loved painting your face after a praise session. The many “good boys,” and “you’re doing so good baby,” went straight to his already throbbing cock. You had a way with words which sent the man of few words crazy.

He buckled into your tight grip not able to contain himself. “Fuck feels so god damn,” he spewed. His curses fell on to deaf ears. Which is what he loved about you. You would take anything he gave you while still being the loving obedient doll you were.

“Do you feel good,” you teased. Of course, you already knew the answer but you needed to hear it from him. “Don’t ask me stupid questions bitch just keep pumping me,” he demanded. “Yes sir,” you chirped. You licked your lips at his angry expression not having a care in the world.

Your free hand went to feel up on his abs made by his years of dancing. How’d you score a guy like him you’d wonder. While he thought the same as he groaned loudly enough to fill the hallway nearby. “How’d I get a slut so willing to let me paint her face?” Must’ve been a miracle,” you answered tongue open awaiting his seed.

You snuck even further down on your knees so he could shoot at you more easily. Your grip faltered on his hard cock letting it bob itself up and down into an orgasm. “That’s right better not swallow it either.” I’m not,” you spoke with your tongue out.

He watched fascinated as your features were painted in his seed. His breathing calmed but his cock never did still hard and leaking at his claiming of you.

Kalim would cream inside of you. The king of irresponsibility why would he ever remember to bring a condom? And even if he did why would he use one? He's an Al Asim a family of a practically breeding farm. He could always add to that with you.

He had enough money to keep a family afloat and you were truly in love. But fuck all those fake reasons the true reason was that he loved creamepie’ing you. The feeling of your pussy gripping down on him as his cum drowned your wound was one he would never recover from.

Especially when you would call out to him so sweetly. “Kalim!” You would exclaim back arching into his sweaty body. He would grab your waist pushing you even further into him. Your lips would crash into his needing something to grab onto since he was pushing your body up. You would take his breath away until he collapsed on top of you.

“Sorry love you just felt too good,” he would smile into the crook of your neck. It was already late since he came in you so you guys would go on and on fucking late into the night until Jamil banged on his door telling you to sleep.

[mamayan]

i’m here for my reward

can shiggy please piss in my mouth 🙏🏼

thank you yannie ♡

Are you sure you don’t want the kidney too? One incel depraved Shiggy comin’ up♡ Tbh I’ve had this fantasy for a while in my keep for later box. Might expand upon later for all his kinks!

☆彡Game Time★彡

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader

CW: Incel Gamer Shiggy • NSFW • Piss Swallowing • Piss Kink • Oral (M) • Degradation (F) • Humiliation (F) • Sub! Reader • DubCon (¿) • Praise (F) • Masturbation (F) • Shiggy is a disgusting dirtbag whom I love ♡

The clicking of the controller was beginning to grate on your nerves.

Your eyes left the phone screen in your hand, tracking his form hunched over in his gaming chair. He hadn’t moved in nearly five hours, still in the same position as when you’d returned home.

Clicking your tongue, you decided it was up to you to save his spine. Only thing that could pull him from this new game was either sex or a blowjob. You still ached from last night, his handling ruthless as he fucked his frustration out on you.

Not that you minded.

Slipping from the bed and your warm cocoon, you padded over stained carpet and kicked aside a few leftover takeout containers to reach his perch in front of the Tv. The room dark without the bright HD flat screen illuminating the space with whatever zombie horror game he was playing. His dark hoodie pulled over his greasy locks, his sweat pants low on his hips with his feet glued to the chair. He couldn’t have been comfortable, but it hardly mattered as you dropped to your knees in front of his chair, not blocking the screen. Least you incur his rage for making him lose.

He’s already lost a multitude of times now, frustration mounting similarly to yesterday, but with a renewed vigor to beat this level.

Even with your pretty face trying to get between his legs, he hardly acknowledges you. When your soft hands reach for his waist band, he’s even helpful in allowing you to tug them down. Normally he’d have glanced down by now, taken in your sultry gaze and sneered. His eyes remain glued to the screen, hands deftly moving as he actually begins advancing.

You’re sold. Happily gripping his half hard cock in your hands, giving a few pumps as he begins to swell fully, girth and length growing under your touch. You know better than to tease him, not now at least. You don’t hesitate to lean into his lap, his torso straightening to allow you closer. Your wet hot mouth breathing over his twitching reddened cock head, the musk and sweat from gaming all day without moving not the most pleasant. It doesn’t matter, your tongue flicking out to lick from the base, over a thick vein which runs from under his shaft, and up to the soft head where you swirl over the slit. Drooling over his cock and slicking him up nicely, earning a low groan and grunt as you swallow half of him. He doesn’t buck or force you further, and you’re even more emboldened as you slowly begin to work him in your mouth, flattening your tongue and allowing your breathing to lengthen. Taking deeper breathes in and slowly letting it out as you finally feel a low burn in your throat as your lips touch wiry deep blue pubic hair. Your nose nuzzling in as you finally take him completely into your throat.

Normally he’d ruin it. Push your head or grind too deep and force you up to cough and suck in air while panicked.

He seems too focused and concentrated to bother with you though, and it’s a good opportunity to enjoy giving him head instead of fighting not to pass out while he face fucks you. Languidly letting your tongue move around his cock, you begin a rhythmic bobbing motion, finding a calmness to this sort of intimacy. It even has your cunt throbbing, thighs rubbing together as you greedily allow a hand to slip into your underwear. It’s enough to have you moaning as you collect your own arousal to slick your clit and softly roll around it. Building your own release as you did his, happy to really take him deep as he huffs and pants above you. The way he’s leaning doesn’t allow you to look up, and with his thighs spread on either side of your head, it’s hard to pay attention to anything but his dick in your throat.

Your moans and whimpers aren’t dismissed by Tomura though. He’s quite aware you’re getting yourself off like some sort of cam slut while taking his cock in your filthy mouth. He knows you’re shaking your dripping cunt and shoving your fingers inside, but he’s winning right now, shockingly able to focus better as he feels his cock twitch in your tight contracting throat.

“Fuck— don’t think of stopping slut, you better take my load straight into your stomach— hhsss,” he hisses in pleasure and irritation as his balls tighten, your free hand moving to fondle and roll his nuts between your little fingers. His shoulders hunch, but his dark tired red eyes don’t even close anymore as he nears the close of his level. He’s sweating, jerking a bit but trying his damndest not to lose this fucking game again even as his lower stomach burns painfully for release. You’re not stupid enough to slow down either, working his slobbery cock between your lips and in your mouth much like the slut he calls you. Messily squelching and noisily sucking, nearly an ASMR for blowjobs for any loser listening in.

Your eyes water, his orgasm prolonged due to your initial slowness to enjoy the sensations of his cock, but you aren’t deterred as your own orgasm nears, your cunt nearly as loud as your mouth from how wet you are. Moving your hips just right, you struggle to push your own fingers just deep enough to rub where you want them, to stretch yourself out enough to really feel it. If Tomura bothered to look down, he’s see a debauched and beautiful sight, your soaked face and watery eyes desperately trying to swallow his cock while you get yourself off.

“That’s it, ugh, dumb mouth is good for something huh? Fuck I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck—,” his teeth are gritted, face nearly enraged as his eyes pop wide and lips tear a little at the corners, not realizing he’d been drooling while panting. His eyes don’t move from the screen even as you yelp, his thighs moving to wrap around your head and face as he shifts his hips up to push too deep down your throat. His feet act like a vice lock around your neck.

Gagging you as your tears leak like a broken fountain, trying to shake your head or pull away.

He cums harder than he ever has before, the burning in his cock making his own eyes water, but still his hands don’t stop until he finally enters through a save portal. He’s laughing now, his game saving as he finally beats this shitty level, finally allowing his eyes to look down as your hands pathetically try to push him off so you can breathe.

Your eyes are open and reddened, snot and tears running down your face and ruining your mascara. You’re a pitiful sight for sore eyes.

“Haha! What’s wrong whore? You wanted this! Who put my fucking cock in your mouth huh?!” He’s elated, moaning and humping your face while he sets his controller aside to dig his hands into the torn armrest cushion as he empties his balls into your stomach.

“Fuck I gotta piss, fuck fuck, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Huh? I can’t fucking hear you!”

“Mngh!!” You can’t get away, not even mindful of biting down as you feel your throat beginning to throb in a burning pain, already having swallowed all of his cum.

“You wanna drink my piss slut? Fuck you do, don’t you? Haha! Okay Princess, anything for you~” He’s manic, so high from the harsh orgasm and delayed gratification of beating this level. It’s a bit odd at first, feeling your warm tight throat around him not his usual comfort as he unloads, but he relaxes quick enough as he moans, eyes rolling back as he begins to piss down your throat.

Like his hot cum, this wretched load goes straight into your stomach, and you’re unable to stop the cough which chokes his dick and yourself as Tomura finally unlocks his legs. His quick grip in your hair prevents you from escaping as he holds his semi-limp dick cackling, you’re helpless as you finally drag in air through your mouth, as his rancid piss hits your tongue and face. You’re forced to swallow more as you feel your lungs burning even now.

“Look at you Princess! Finally got ya that new moisturizer!” He only finds it hilarious, breathing heavily as he finishes all over your body. His eyes track down your sorry figure, landing on your hand still shoved down your pants and moving.

Your shudder and gargled noises finally stopping as you go limp against his thigh, resting as you pant and twitch.

“Dirty little slut, did my piss push you over? Fuck that’s hot, hey,” a tap against your face has your eyes wearily looking up.

He looks insane.

“Let’s do that again, this time I want you to piss on me while you cum.” His smile makes fear and anticipation blossom inside your stomach.

[erxxi3]

Giving Him Head & making him cum more than once

Re4, gaming boyfriend! Leon Kennedy

Sypnosis: Leon is gaming with the squad and he makes a excuse he has to take a important call, but in reality your sucking him off under the desk and he can’t control himself thats why he stayed AFK in the game for a long time. You decide to make him cum more than once in different ways like jerking him off, sucking him off, and riding him. He promised to give you attention earlier but he hopped on his game so you try and force him to give you attention which you got.

Cw; oral (m! receiving), reader jerking him off, p in v, cowgirl kind of? (riding him in his gaming chair), some praise, aftercare at the end, MDNI !!

A/N: I don’t know if it’s good the way this fic was made, but I tried to do something different since I haven’t posted for you lovelies in a while! Feel free to send requests in but I still need to make rules for em’, but its okay as long as it isn’t anything really bad like fucking vile and sick…

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You were under his desk unzipping his pants as he tried to keep his calm while playing a game with the gang (Carlos Oliveira, Claire Redfield, Jill Valentine, and Chris Redfield) but it was getting harder to focus due to you taking all of him in your mouth, “G-guys I gotta take a call…O-oh Shit-“ Leon said as he muted his mic fast, he threw his head back. His hand in your hair guiding your movements as his mouth hung open letting out soft moans.

The others in the group kept talking about your boyfriend and their friend Leon joking around that he’s probably getting it from you instead of taking a call, which he was but they could never know that. “Fuck…Take it all baby.” He pushed your head down on his cock making it hit the back of your throat, and you could feel his balls pushing against your jaw as he came inside you. You lapped up every last drop, closing your lips firmly over his dick and bobbing your head slightly in time with each thrust, swallowing every last inch of him.

“Mmm fuck…” Leon groaned out, pulling at your hair and trying to bring your mouth away from his dick while you still had some in your mouth, “Please…let me cum again…please…” He begged, “Please….baby please...” You nodded and pulled off of his cock, starting to jerk him off and you could look into his dark blue eyes filled with lust, “Please…fuck fuck fuck- don’t stop…” His hips bucked into your hand as his orgasm came flooding in.

“Yeah…Fuck yeah…like that baby…yeah…” Leon said breathlessly. You leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, which made it twitch and you let out a small laugh as your index finger grazed over it before tracing the veins of his cock, It pulsated under your touch as your thumb rubbed across his cock in circular motions while his breathing started picking up again “Fuck- baby I’m gonna cum…again~!” He said panting between words, “Fuck…oh God…” Leon grunted as his orgasm took over. You mouth off of his cock and head away as your hand covered the tip of his dick as cum shot out, honestly it was unintentional to not tell him that you were going to plan on making him cum again.

You started jerking him off again using his own cum as lube, as he tried to continue to play his game yet he couldn’t help but let out some interesting sounds while playing the game he bit his lip to try and keep quiet but you were too quick for him, your hands were going at a fast rate he couldn’t handle such pleasure.

Leon’s breathing get heavier, you could smell his sweat as well as his sweet cologne “Ah fuck…you…baby you do that shit so good…” He whimpered, arm over began to cover his mouth as he looked look down at you, whilst your fingers gave him the time of his life as you fucked him relentlessly. He watched you through hooded eye as you continued to work his cock until you took off your pants revealing your dripping cunt before you rode him. Leon groaned out loud watching the way your legs wrapped around him and the way you ground your pussy onto his cock while he continued to thrust into you.

Your fingers worked at the base of his shaft, rubbing it in circles while keeping you bobbing his cock as you fucked him faster than you ever have. His breathy moans turned to low guttural grunts as he came and your hands fell to the side while your body went limp with a few moans escaping your lips. Your chest heaved with your heavy breaths, Leon watched you for several seconds before moving his hands from where they sat on the edge of the desk and grabbed your ass giving it a hard smack that was surely to leave a reddened mark. Squirming underneath him with your back arching letting out sweet moansof pleasure.

“Oh my gosh- I’m so close Leon…” You whined.

“Come for me baby~” Leon hummed.

You panted and writhed underneath his hands, your legs moving in a frenzy as you came once again. You cried out and Leon held you in place by digging his thumbs into your hips, “You’re mine now…” He growled out before kissing your neck deeply.

You rolled his tongue on your skin earning a whine out of him “Oh god…” Leon mumbled feeling you clench around him.

Thrusting deeper into you releasing deep inside you, “Mmm fuck…” Leon whispered while panting into your ear, your head falling back as you tried your hardest to catch your breath.

Leon let you go slowly and you held onto him panting trying to regulate your breathing as you felt him start to pull out of you, “Shit...fuck- m’ sorry…” He sighed, “Are you alright baby?” He asked while grabbing at some tissues to clean you both. You gave him a little smile and nodded. After you both cleaned up and got dressed, you headed back to lay in his bed and watched him as he finished up his game. As soon as Leon put his game down he curled into you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“You really don’t like when I play games and don’t give you the attention you deserve, babe?” Leon murmured. You smiled lightly, stroking your fingers through his hair, “Well I suppose there’s something wrong with loving you a little too much.” Leon chuckled warmly and kissed the underside of your jaw softly.“Maybe you just want someone who cares enough about you, to show you they love you more than any games..” You hummed softly, running your hand up his shirt sleeve to rest against his bare arm.

Leon moved his body closer to yours and pulled you closer to him, “And I care about you a lot.” He added.

You smiled into his hair and ran a hand through his hair enjoying the feel of his soft, silky hair against your skin “Yeah...I love and care about you too babe.”

[xxchumanixx]

You're absolutely right, Eric Winter is the Godfather of sexyness🔥

Anyway, I hope you don't mind that I came up with with a The Rookie idea 🤗 hear me out my love hear me out:

Reader is a cop. Tim and her secretly harboring feelings for each other but they would never admit it

Everything was fine until one night when they were out with the others to celebrate and then they had a drunken one night stand

The next day Tim tells her that it was a mistake and they should forget about it. Reader is heartbroken and devastated.

Tim is also sad about the situation but he thinks it's for their best, so he even tries to avoid reader at work and she him

Until one day they have to partner up and go on patrol together

Above this uncomfortable situation reader is also feeling under the weather and feeling ill, but she doesn't want to show weakness towards Tim. So she tries to live trough the day despite her beginning to burn up and feeling weak

They got called to warehouse but it's a trap and they got captured

Tim finally starts to talk to her but notices how pale and sick she looks

He goes in full worried Tim mode

He tries to keep her calm and help her in her sick state

He apologizes for his behavior and they talk about their feelings

Reader is starting worsen, Tim holds her

With a lot of drama, sick reader, worried Tim until they're found

What do you think?

Have a nice day 💕💐

Intoxicated

Tim Bradford x reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, mdni!, smut, unprotected p i v (wrap it before you tap it!), slight praise kink, hell of a lot angst, fluff

Word count: 4.939

Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I absolutely loved it and I hope you'll like the way I wrote it! I don't know how, but somehow this ended up in present tense, not past tense. It's like my brain was offline when I started to write. Anyways, I hope you don't mind!

Im pretty sure I switched somewhere between the tenses, and haven't corrected it yet, so please let me know!

Enjoy!

You can't help the giggle that escapes you, when you try to open your door. Tim giggles along with you, his smile being so much more intoxicating in this moment, than you remember it.

Even though he's just waiting for you to open your door to bid you good night, before he would continue on to his own house, you can't help the exited feeling that's cursing through your veins.

You'd give more than everything to have him stay over. But that's just a fantasy - a very good one, but still.

You are colleagues, nothing more. Good friends, maybe, but that's it.

You're just coming home from a night out with your friends and other colleagues, having had a drink too much.

Tim had to hold you up all the way to your house, or otherwise you would have stumbled and fallen most of the time.

His hands had felt wonderful on your waist, a feeling that would surely burn its way into your brain forever.

When you finally hear the familiar click, you look up at him in triumph. He cocks a brow, huffing a laugh at your proud smile.

Heaving a sigh, you push the door open, turning back around to him. He's still looking at you, his face adorned by a warm smile though his eyes seem darker in the light of your porch's lantern.

The atmosphere prickles like electricity, it's thick - at least it is for you, as you inhale shakily.

He swallows thickly, taking a step closer.

"Are you sure you can take it from here?" he rasps, his voice suddenly hoarse. "Or do you need any help?"

He can't deny that he secretly hopes you would want his help. You had been intoxicating the whole evening, catching his gaze more than once with the way you looked and carried yourself that night.

His fingers feel numb, as the electricity shoots through them, his heart beating unsteadily.

Yours does the same, eyes locked onto his, as you search your mind for an answer.

"Some help would be great." you finally breathe out, watching his adam's apple bob, as he swallows again.

Nodding, he bites his lip, before you walk inside backwards, placing your keys on the dresser beside the door.

Once he crosses the threshold, he pushes the door closed with one hand, gaze still locked on yours.

Your breathing becomes shallow, heart pumping in your throat, as you anticipate his next moves.

Would he really just help you, so you'd be tucked in bed safely, before he left? Or would he help you in the most delicious way, the one you secretly yearn for?

Once the door clicks shut, he closes the distance, his hands grabbing your neck, as he pulls you closer. His lips meet yours like a starved man, not sweet, but hungrily and demanding.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, his sudden boldness leaving you dizzy.

Your hands interlock behind his neck, one of them brushing though his hair, as you tug him even closer.

His tongue brushes over your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You give in more than willingly, sighing into his mouth, as his hands find your waist.

His touch almost burns you, the intensity of his kisses soon leaving you breathless. It's a sensation you're sure you'll never forget.

He pushes you against the wall behind you, hands wandering further down, before they grab your thighs, letting you know that he wants you to jump.

And so you do.

As he walks you towards your bedroom, you can't help but sigh dreamily.

This is all you had silently wished for.

Even though you are drunk, you suddenly feel sober again.

As he lies you down on your bed, his lips leave yours, sucking on your neck instead. You moan as he finds that sweet spot that has your toes curling, causing him to suck even harsher.

His hard-on presses against your thigh, giving you a hint of what lies beneath the jeans - it was a lot.

He grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head, before discarding of it on the floor. His lips greedily trace every inch of skin he exposed, kissing his way down the valley of your breasts, fingers fumbling for the clip of your bra.

Once he opens it, he lets it join your shirt on the floor, one of his hands grabbing a breast, kneading it. It makes you moan, arching your back into him.

It doesn't take him long to move further downwards, getting rid of your pants and underwear, after removing his shirt. He tugs you closer to the edge of the bed with his arms wrapped around your thighs, breath ghosting over your heat.

You are a whimpering mess under him, only growing louder, as his mouth attaches to your clit, sucking and licking, his hands firmly holding you in place.

Your sounds spur him on, his name on your lips; his hips frantically rolling against the bed frame in search for some friction. He hums at the taste of you, the sound vibrating through your cunt, eliciting another string of moans to fall from your lips.

He alternates between licking and sucking, tongue circling your entrance, before he slowly pushes a finger inside. He curls it just right, hitting that spongy spot that has his name cried into the night.

In a matter of minutes he has you coming on his tongue and fingers, riding you through your first orgasm of the night, as you continue to whimper his name like a mantra. He takes everything you give him, greedily lapping at you.

You can taste yourself on his lips, his tongue licking into your mouth. When he pushes inside it causes you both to groan, and he hisses as you grip him so tightly.

Panting, you try to calm your racing heart, as he pulls off his pants, before joining you on the bed again. His lips entangle with yours, as he aligns his cock with your entrance.

Falling into a steady rhythm, your legs wrap around his waist, granting him even deeper access. You can't help but gaze down at where you both are connected, moaning at the sight.

His lips find yours again, before they brush down your throat, kissing and sucking, stars appearing behind your closed eyelids, as your head tilts back.

You moan loudly, when he hits that sweet spot, cock softly kissing it. He does it again and again, hitting it so good.

"You're so tight." he grits out and you whimper in return. "Takin' me so good."

His words send shivers down your spine and you clench down on him. He hisses in return, smirking to himself. "You're doing so good for me, gripping me so deliciously." he praises, drawing a strangled moan from you.

"I'm close, Tim!" you breathe out, gazing up at him through hooded eyes. His meet yours and he nods. "Me too, baby." His lips graze your cheek, brushing up to the shell of your ear. "Come for me." he demands, hips snapping against yours. "Come all over my cock for me."

You cry out his name, following his demand as you come hard, squeezing him and he follows, stilling balls deep inside you, as he paints your walls with his cum.

You pant, shivering as he fills you up, his cum slowly oozing back out of you.

You swallow, heart pounding violently against your ribs. Tim slips out of you and you shudder at the sudden emptiness.

Sitting up, you watch as he collects his clothes, putting them back on. Suddenly it's awkward as you're sitting there, unsure of what you should do.

Scrambling for your own clothes you mimic his actions, until you're standing in front of each other, fully dressed again.

He seems hesitant, not sure what to do or say either.

"I'm gonna head home." he then says, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. "See you tomorrow."

You just nod, eyes following as he walks to the door, eyes meeting yours for a split second, before he leaves.

You feel like shit.

Used, that somehow sums it up.

Walking into the bedroom you shed your clothes again, before stepping into the shower and turning the water on.

Trying to forget the gnawing feeling in your stomach, you scrub at your body, trying to wash him off of you.

His touch, his kisses, his scent.

But it doesn't work.

Not even the saltiness of your tears gets the feeling of his lips off your skin.

When you're lying in bed, wide awake, you try to think of anything other than him.

But nothing works.

_____

When the alarm goes off the next morning, you groan, rolling over to shut it off.

You haven't slept much, barely able to slip into the darkness without his face behind your closed eyelids.

Getting ready for work, you drag yourself around the house, before gathering your keys and heading to the station.

Somehow it feels strange, everyone seems to stare at you, like they know what you and Tim did last night.

But they don't, and they're not actually staring at you, barely glancing your way as you bid good morning.

Tim is already there, you've seen his truck when you parked. Dread is eating at you, not sure if you want to see him at all.

Walking into roll call, taking a seat at your usual spot, your eyes scan the room. He isn't there yet, but as you realize he'd sit right beside you - like he usually would - your heart picks up its speed.

Panic suddenly floods you, as you consider if you should go sit somewhere else.

But as the room slowly fills with people, your chance at another seat reduces more and more. When Tim enters the room, you stiffen.

Missed your chance.

He avoids looking at you, only mumbling a good morning, as he takes a seat beside you. Your arms brush against each other, and you flinch back involuntarily.

His eyes find yours at the motion for the briefest of moments, before they avert. Shrinking into your seat, you bite you lip, arms pressed to your body to avoid another touch.

Suddenly, you regret what you did last night. It seems to have changed everything - how could it not, right?

What else do you expect?

Sighing quietly, you wait for Grey to begin, so you could concentrate on him instead.

He assigns tasks, before he dismisses you.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you get up hastily, but Tim has the same idea.

You bump into each other like two teenagers on the run, before he takes the lead, walking out of the room in front of you.

"Tim!" you call out after him, before you can stop yourself, flinching internally.

He stops in his tracks, biting his cheek, before he gathers the courage to turn around to you.

"Yeah?" he asks, taking a step closer. You search his eyes for any indication of regret, unfortunately finding it.

He looks pained, like he wants to get away from this conversation as fast as possible.

"Can we talk?" you ask, voice lowered so other colleagues wouldn't hear. His eyes swipe through the room, before he nods once.

You follow him into the empty break room, stopping when he does.

"What do you want to talk about?" he wants to know, like he doesn't already know the answer.

"Last night." you press out, fighting to keep up the eye contact. He nods, biting his cheek again.

"Look, I know we... had sex, but it was a mistake, okay? It won't happen again." he says, all the while keeping a straight face.

Your heart crushes, but you won't let him see it.

You can't.

Not when he had you moan his name so often last night, that you aren't able to think anything else other than Tim.

Not to mention the way he talked to you. Or more like praised you.

A cold shiver runs down your spine, as you gape at him like a fish.

Cheeks flaming up, you look away, jaw ticking as you try to suppress the tears.

His face contorts, pain flashing through his eyes. He hates doing this to you, but he has no other choice.

Thankfully, you don't see it, as he steels himself, before you look back up at him.

Before you can say anything, someone enters the room, seemingly in search for some bad coffee.

Without another glance, you turn around, leaving him behind to find your rookie, his carefully put up mask crumbling with a pang in his heart.

Finding your rookie - or rather John's, but yours for the day, considering John isn't at the station until tomorrow - you send her a small smile.

"Celina." you greet her with a nod, motioning for her to walk towards the already prepared war bags, gathering them along with the guns.

She carries them towards the shop, storing them in the back, before heading to the passenger side.

"What's up with you?" she asks, sending you a worried glance. Brows furrowing, you get into the shop, buckling up. "Don't know what you're talking about." you give back, starting the engine.

You have been talking to her a lot since she started as a rookie, getting along pretty well.

That she can seemingly read you so well, has you swallowing.

This shift will be a stressful one.

_____

And it is.

You swear at some point Celina's stares have begun to burn holes into your skin.

"What happened?" she asks for what feels like the hundredth time, barely two hours into the shift. "I'm sensing strong discomfort."

Sighing, you grumble her name, though you know she probably won't stop. With Nolan she wouldn't be this forward, but you two had become sort of friends over the past few months.

"Okay, yes something happened." you finally give in with wide eyes and a motion that said 'happy now?', before carefully scanning your surroundings, as a sigh leaves your lips.

"With Tim?" she asks, still looking at you, even though you refuse to meet her gaze. "Did you sleep with each other?"

"No!" you respond a little too fast, eyes widening even more, causing her to tilt her head at you with a cocked brow.

"...maybe?"

Her own eyes widen as well, not having expected to be right with her assumption. "Wait what?" she gasps, leaning forward in her seat.

Rolling your eyes, you silently hope for a call, something to get you out if this situation.

And you're prayers are heard.

_____

It has been a week that feels like a whole month.

Tim avoids you whenever he can, and you do the same.

You should have known it would ruin everything.

Waiting for Grey to finish, you squint your eyes. Everything has been blurry since the morning, your body heating up slowly as time passes.

But you didn't want to call in sick, so you pushed through and to work with a sigh to yourself. You aren't one that gets sick fast, so you intended for it not to stop you.

"Bradford, you're with Y/L/N today." Grey's voice rips you out of your thoughts, gaze snapping up. If he sees the look of disbelief and panic on your face, he doesn't show it.

Or he simply doesn't care, as your watch commander.

Standing, your eyes hesitantly meet Tim's, who's across the room. You had switched seats with another colleague, so you wouldn't be sitting beside Tim anymore.

Sighing, you follow him, as he leaves the room, heading for the shop.

When you both stop behind it, his brows furrow. "Where are the war bags?" he wants to know, and your brows furrow as well. "Thought you'd get them." you mumble, avoiding eye contact.

He groans in annoyance, the sound making you feel worse, before he leaves, going to gather the things you need.

Fumbling with your body cam nervously, you wait for him in the shop, glancing into the side mirror, when the doors slide back open. He stores the bags and guns in the back, before getting into the drivers seat.

You don't talk, as he leaves the garage, driving out onto the bustling streets of Los Angeles.

Sighing to yourself, you adjust in your seat, back aching. His eyes drift over to you for a brief moment, taking in your appereance.

You are looking uncomfortable, but not only from the current situation. There are bags under your eyes, indicating that you didn't get enough sleep. The slightest bit of sweat makes your forehead glisten, and he wonders if you're feeling ill.

But he holds his tongue, not saying anything.

Your heart races, only adding to the uncomfortable feeling creeping into your bones. It isn't only Tim's presence, but whatever you might have caught, as well.

Coughing quietly, you lean forward in your seat; inhaling deeply, when you can breathe again. Yesterday you were feeling good, so why are you getting so sick now?

Tim's eyes wander back to you, brows furrowing, before he looks back out of the window.

The silence is deafening, tension palpable. Your tongue feels like lead, your feelings making it hard to speak.

"Can we stop to get more water?" you ask hoarsely, not daring to look his way. He nods, the crease between his brows deepening, as does his worry for you.

He can't deny that he's worried, not sure what you are going through that has you looking so pale. He's sure it's not only his presence, though.

When he parks, he motions for you to stay in the car, getting out, before you can protest. Huffing, you lean back in your seat, silently grateful that you don't have to go yourself.

Eyes closing, you breathe in deeply, trying to relax and lessen some of the pain in your back. But, when the door opens and Tim gets back into the shop, all relaxation goes out of the window again.

"Are you okay?" he wants to know, handing you two bottles of water. You nod, taking them without really looking at him, shivering as his hand brushes yours.

"I'm fine." you assure him, trying to sound stronger than you actually feel.

His teeth grit, but he doesn't push further - he doesn't have the right to, not when he's possibly responsible for how you're feeling.

With a nod, he buckles up, starting the engine and driving south, when the radio comes to life.

"7-Adam-100, we have a reported dispute, possibly armed, at a warehouse, 5601 Pico Boulevard. Do you copy?" "7-Adam-100, dispute, possibly armed, at 5601 Pico Boulevard." Tim speaks into the radio. "Copy, we're on it."

You rub your temples, clearing your throat, as you try to clear your head as well, shaking off the uneasy feeling.

The drive is quiet, except for the sirens, adrenaline pushing through your veins, alleviating some of the pain and aching. When you arrive, you draw your gun, hopping out of the shop and quietly following Tim.

Heading inside carefully, you start to clear the place, brows furrowing at how quiet it is.

How odd.

That is, until something heavy hits your head, and all you suddenly see is darkness.

With a groan you startle awake, sight blurry, as you try to make out your whereabouts. The air smells dusty and bad, brows furrowing. Pain shoots through your head, and you groan again.

What happened?

Blinking, you try to clear your vision, slowly making out another silhouette. "Tim?" you breathe out, once you're able to make him out in the light above.

He grumbles something, before his eyes meet yours.

"Hey," he brings over his split lips, blood already drying. "You're awake, thank god." You try to swallow the dryness in your throat away, but it makes you cough.

You feel feverish, body aching to the bones. You swallow again, in desperate need for some water. Sweat trickles down your neck and forehead, hair sticking to your skin.

You feel like shit.

"I'm not feeling good, Tim." you mumble, head lolling to the side. "Hey, stay awake!" Tim demands, causing your eyes to snap back to him.

He's bound to a chair, diagonally sitting beside you. Eyes widening, you realize you've been captured.

"Either they hit you real hard, or somethings up with you." he speaks, trying to analyze you from his position. "Either way, you're not looking good."

You huff, anger bubbling up beside the sick feeling in your stomach, vision lightly turning, but you try to keep it together. "As if you care."

He looks genuinely taken aback, forgetting he's being held captured for a moment. "Why wouldn't I?" he wants to know, leaning forward as best as he can.

"Because you refuse to even look at me." you retort, looking away, trying to inspect your surroundings instead. It's dark, except for the lamp dangling above you. "Because you refuse to engage with me no matter how."

You hear him swallow, as he licks his lips.

"That's not true." he mutters, inhaling shakily. Your gaze snaps to his, disbelief painted on your face. He holds your gaze, his own hardening slightly. "I do care. I care enough to end things before you can regret them."

You laugh dryly, anger seeping through.

"And what's with fucking me?" you ask, biting your cheek. "What about that?"

He flinches, swallowing again, as his gaze wavers. "We were drunk." he tries to play it off, shaking his head with a frown. "We weren't that drunk." you give back, leaning further back in the chair.

It's quiet for a while, your body growing hotter, the more time passes. You cough, groaning at the sick feeling that's making your stomach turn like a washing machine.

"You're sick." Tim realizes, eyes widening and you chuckle coldly. "No shit, Sherlock."

Someone chuckles behind you, causing you to jump in your chair, the wood scraping over the floor angrily. Heart racing, you try to catch your breath, head turning to watch the man come up in front of you.

"Well, that's the wonders of our chemical knowledge." he speaks, his accent thick. It sounds Italian, you think, as your brows furrow, same as Tim's.

"A bit of this, a bit of that, and you have a potent poison that makes you feverish, nauseous and sick."

Breath fastening, you swallow thickly, glancing at Tim. He fumes in his seat, eyes shooting daggers at your captor, who seems unfazed by it.

Panic grips at you with its iron claws, shivers running down your spine.

"Don't worry, it's nothing too serious." the man explains, grimacing. "Wouldn't want a dead cop on me, no. It'll wear off, but it gives me the perfect opportunity to tell you-" He cuts himself off, a sick grin splitting his lips, revealing pearly white teeth.

"Whups, maybe it is deadly. Should have read the description better, I guess."

Tim leaps forward, only held back by the thick ropes around his wrists. Fire spits from his eyes, and something tells you he'd kill the guy, if he wasn't restricted.

You try to focus, failing as you begin to hyperventilate.

I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.

You hear the man laugh heartily, like he just heard the best joke on earth. Tears well up in your eyes, and you can only partly make out the mans frame slowly stepping back into the darkness, eventually slamming a door behind him somewhere down the warehouse.

Tim yells after him, tugging on the binds, the chair scraping over the floor with the sheer force of his tugs.

When the tears start to fall, you hear a crack, followed by a grunt.

Tim has managed to tip the chair over, bringing enough force with him to break a part of it, using it to free himself.

"Hold on Y/N." he says, working on the rope with the wood. "I'm here with you."

You sob, dread eating you alive. You are gonna die, and you didn't even have a chance to really live your life.

Another grunt, and he has freed himself.

Making his way over, he starts to untie the ropes around your wrists, but the fever burning your whole body blocks the feeling of his skin on yours out. When he's kneeling in front of you, his hand softly connecting with your forehead, you flinch at how cold he feels.

"Fuck." he mumbles, knowing that your skin was way too hot.

He helps you down from the chair onto the cold floor, fishing for his back up phone, that was clipped to his body, where your captor didn't find it.

He dialed the station, calling for an ambulance.

Breathing heavily, the tears run down your cheeks in cold tracks. When he ends the call, he brings you into his arms, embracing you in a hug.

"I'm so sorry." he mumbles into your hair, his breath cooling your burning skin. "I'm so sorry."

You sob, choking on your tears.

"Don't be." you whisper, hands fisting his shirt. "It's not your fault." But he shakes his head, something cool hitting your skin - a tear.

"I shouldn't have distanced myself from you." he speaks, tugging you even closer. "I'm such an idiot. I'm so sorry."

Shaking your head, you rest your forehead on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "You didn't want to be near me after what happened, I don't blame you." you tell him, swallowing, but he shakes his head frantically.

"That's not true."

Your brows furrow, lips trembling. "What do you mean?" you rasp out, coughing once. "I mean that I didn't want to distance myself." he explains, a shaky hand brushing through your sweaty hair. "You have no clue how badly I wanted to be near you. But I didn't want to ruin what we have, I didn't want to face the possibility that you'd regret what we did. So I tried to give you space, telling myself, that it was the right thing to do."

A sob racks through your body, shaking him with you.

"But I don't regret it." you tell him, more tears falling. "I don't, because I love you."

It's now or never.

He stiffens, before he's the one shaking you now, with a sob of his own.

You are in his arms, dying, and you just told him what he was wishing to hear from you for god knows how long.

But you are dying.

"I love you, Tim." you tell him again, lifting your head to rest your cheek on his shoulder, nose brushing his pulse point. "And I don't regret it, not for a second."

He breathes out shakily, holding you against him. "I love you too, Y/N." he rasps out, smiling despite the situation you were in. You breathe a sigh of relief, and it let's you see a light at the end of the tunnel, if even for just a moment.

Black splotches obscure your vision, the world around you slowly fading. But you don't care anymore, not when you are held by the man you so deeply loved.

"Hey, hey!" you hear him say, his face coming into view, as he pats your cheek. "Stay with me, Y/N." You nod, trying to follow his demand, but it gets harder with each passing second.

You hear sirens in the distance, shouting, as Tim rocks you in his arms, after pulling you back into them.

As your world slowly turns black, you can't help but smile.

He loves you.

_____

A strange sound wakes you, it's steady rhythm calling you back into consciousness. Bright light blinds you, as you try to open your eyes, making you groan in discomfort.

Something beside you shuffles, a chair being moved closer.

"Hey." you hear him say, before your vision slowly clears and his handsome features come into view. Sighing dreamily, you try to sit up and he helps you, moving the bed up so you can sit more comfortably.

He holds out a glass to you, moving it to your dry lips so you could take a few much needed sips.

"How are you feeling?" he wants to know, putting the glass back on the table beside him. "Like shit." you mumble, sighing again. He nods, biting his cheek. "But at least I'm alive, right?"

He huffs, elbows coming to rest on the bed. "They arrested the man, Damiano- I don't know what, and he's in custody right now." he tells you, hands wiping over his face.

You nod, relieved. "That's good." you say, sending Tim a small smile. He nods, barely registering. "He almost killed you." he mutters, frustration and anger clear as day on his face. "We barely managed to get here in time, to give you an antidote. And all just to teach the police a much needed lesson."

Carefully taking his hand, you give it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm alive." you remind him, and his gaze turns to you. "But-" "I'm. Alive."

He halts, swallowing, before he nods slightly.

It's silent for a moment, as you tug him closer. "Please tell me I didn't dream all of that." you tell him, trying to avert his attention. He huffs, a small smile gracing his lips. "No, you didn't." he assures you.

Your smile widens, tears burning in your eyes.

"Can you say it again?" you ask him quietly, sitting more upright. He chuckles, leaning more towards you. "I love you." he says, and you chuckle in glee. "Again."

He huffs playfully, scooting closer, so his face is inches from yours.

"I love you."

Pushing forward, your lips graze his. "I love you, too." you say, before he closes the small gap, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, a silent promise.

He'd never distance himself from you again.

Not now, not ever.

He simply couldn't.

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Training

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Zećira Mušović x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You train with Zećira 

You put your foot up on Momma's knee so she can lace up your new boots. You're very excited and can't stop wiggling around. You've already got your gloves on. You've been wearing them since you got up this morning and snuck into the Big Bed to worm your way between Momma and Morsa.

Morsa's pacing in front of you, muttering under her breath and waving her hands around. Every time she calms down, she looks at you and it all starts up again.

"Momma," You say," Why is Morsa being weird?"

Momma laughs as she taps your leg to get you to drop it. "Morsa's just a bit jealous," She says.

"But why?"

"Because your wearing Zećira's Chelsea shirt."

You look down and tug at the hem. It's true. You are wearing Zećira's black Not-Wolfsburg shirt but you've paired it with your Wolfsburg green shorts so it balances out. "I don't have Zećira's Rosengård shirt."

Momma laughs again as Morsa moves to open the door. She helps you stand up and puts your training backpack on your back.

"Looking good, y/n," Zećira says, hand out for a high five as you run to greet her.

You spin on your heel. "It's your shirt!"

"I can see that! Are you ready to go and do some training today?"

You nod quickly, head bobbing up and down before you reach to take her hand.

Morsa clears her throat. "What's going on? You wear Zećira's shirt and suddenly you're too cool to say goodbye to us?"

You drop Zećira's hand to hug Morsa and then Momma. It's barely a hug though. It's more of a quick squeeze before you're running to hold Zećira's hand again.

"I want her back in a few hours," Morsa says in her captain voice which means Zećira has to listen or else. She tried to use that voice on you once but you just giggled and gave her a little kiss.

"Yes, captain," Zećira laughs before taking your hand more firmly and leading you out the door.

Her car is parked out the front of the house but you don't get in. Instead, you cross the street and walk down it to get to the park.

There aren't many people out because it's a Wednesday and normal people are at work so it's just you and Zećira at the goalposts and a few people walking their dogs.

"Okay." Zećira dumps hers and your bags by one of the posts. "Do you remember what the most important thing to do is before we train?"

"Warm up!"

"That's right. So, we're going to jog from this goal to the ones over there. Ready?"

"Ready!"

Zećira runs with you. It's a lot easier for her because she's got longer legs but you make sure to keep up even though you have to take more strides than her.

She makes you do it twice - there and back before showing you how to stretch properly and then how tight to do up your gloves. By the end of it, your face is all sweaty and your flyaways stick to your forehead as you pant.

Zećira lets you take a water break so you guzzle down enough water to feel full before arriving at her side again.

She sits in front of you, legs spread with a ball between them. "Okay, so today, we're going to go very slow. One step at a time."

"Okay!" You sit in front of her, legs spread like hers.

"So, I want you to stand in goal and then I'm either going to roll or throw the ball at you. I want you to get it in your hands and lay down on top of it, okay?"

"Okay!"

You hurry to go stand in goal, bouncing on your feet because Zećira once told you at Not-Wolfsburg training that keepers need to be light on their feet.

She rolls the ball to you. It's kind of slow but you grab it in your hands before tucking it into your chest and moving to lay down on the ground.

"Very good!" Zećira praises," Now we're going to try a high one."

She throws it underarm at you and you reach out to grab it before lying on your stomach again.

"Well done! Do you know why we do it like this?"

You shake your head as you kick the ball back to her and she repeats the exercise.

"Well, if we just catch the ball, there's always a chance that we drop it so if we cover it with our whole body then the other team can't kick it in while we're distracted. It's a surefire way to keep the ball while you recover a bit. Sometimes if you catch a shot then it can wind you and you need a little moment to breathe properly again."

You nod along as you make another little save.

As time goes on, Zećira stops rolling the ball and starts kicking at you. They're not her proper goalkicks that she does at matches but they're still kicks and a few of them catch you off guard.

Your face falls as it happens again and Zećira pats you softly on the shoulder as she collects the ball.

"It doesn't matter if you miss a few," She says to you softly, brushing some hair out of your face," All that matters is if you try, okay? Always try your very best. It doesn't matter if it goes in, just as long as you try.

You nod.

"Ready to go again?"

"Ready!"

[scream4ash]

lover.

amber freeman x gp! reader

warnings: smut 18+; top! amber; r has a dick (a big one 😱); praise kink; tiny bit of slapping; amber’s kinda mean (she’s a cutie tho.); r’s a nerd.

summary: fwb, but u get together. (yay for a happy ending!!)

a/n: this is ass, i’m sorry. work n studying has been killing me. (hooray for dropping out.)

explicit sexual content below. mdni.

no strings attached.

that was the one thing u had hated about this little ‘arrangement.’

it was so hard to push ur feelings for amber down. especially when she straddled ur lap, grinding against ur bulge, making the prettiest noises.

u keep telling urself that you’d tell her how u felt, yet u never got the chance. not until now. it was now or never.

“amber, amb. just..” u paused for a moment, the nickname rolling off of ur tongue so easily. “hold on for a second, please?” u sounded so shy, small even. ur eyes refused to meet hers, settling to dart around nervously instead.

“what’s so important that we had to stop.. this?” she muttered against ur lips, a teasing smirk on her lips. her eyes were darkened with lust, pupils blown in desperation.

“u know our uh.. agreement?” ur voice was shaky almost, so different from the usual, firm, strong tone u maintained.

“what?”

“i think i’m in love with you, amber.” you spoke fast, nervous. your voice was shaky, hands falling from your grip on her waist.

“oh.” her voice was calm, too calm. “well.”

“i- i know we said no strings attached, and i’m sorry i didn-“

you were cut off by a pair of lips on yours, her hands tangling into your hair. “what made u think i wasn’t into u?” her eyebrows are furrowed, hands moving to cup your face. “why else would i stick around after we fuck? you really think i’d let you hold me if i didn’t like you?” a small chuckle escapes her lips, and she presses a small kiss against your cheek.

your gaze moves to meet hers again, a small smile on your face. “really?” your eyebrows knit together in confusion, hands moving to grab her waist. “you’re not fucking with me?”

“of course not. you’re cute. and you’re actually not that bad. you’re a fucking nerd, but it’s cute. i like it.” her thumb caressed your cheek softly, lovingly.

“oh, well.. i-..” a soft blush painted your cheeks, trying your best to stutter out a response.

“don’t get all shy on me. c’mon, y/n.”

you press your lips against hers, kissing her softly. you feel her hands lace into your hair, deepening the kiss. she tugs your hair, making you whimper. you feel her smile against your lips, slipping her tongue into your mouth.

she grinds against the forming bulge in your lap, pulling away for a moment. “someone’s excited.” she says against your lips with a teasing giggle.

a small whine escapes your lips, your forehead pressed against hers. she continues to grind against your hardening cock, taking off her shirt, revealing her perfect tits. she guides you to her nipple by the back of your head, her grip on your hair tighter.

“suck,” she demands.

you wrap your lips around her nipple, bringing your hand to give some attention to her neglected nipple. you suck gently, rolling your tongue around the bud. her breath came out in short pants, whispered praises slipping from her pretty lips.

“you’re doing so good for me. suck harder, don’t be shy, baby.” she tugged on your hair again, holding your head in place. you do as your told, moaning around her nipple.

she pulls you into a heated kiss, continuing to grind against you. she trails soft kisses along your jawline, making sure to leave a mark or two. she takes your sweater off, fumbling with your belt.

“my pretty girl.. so hard for me, hm?” she takes off your pants, dragging your boxers down with her teeth. she wraps her hand around your cock, pumping it slowly.

“fu-“ your words are cut off by a moan as you feel her lips wrap around the head of your cock. she sucks the head of your cock, her head bobbing up and down. she looks up at you with teary eyes, pulling away with a gasp. she strokes your cock faster now, coating it with saliva.

“amber, stop teasing me.. don’t be an ass..”

your immediately cut off by a sharp slap on your inner thigh, her eyebrows knitted together.

“don’t get bossy,” she says, hand tightening around your cock. “watch your fucking tone, hm?”

you nod, moaning at her touch. she lets go of your cock, straddling you. she takes off her loose sweats, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

your hand moves to touch her pretty cunt, your thumb gently rubbing at her clit. you push two fingers into her, almost moaning at the feeling of her around you. “you’re soaking, amb. i do this to you?”

she moans, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“don’t be shy, baby. i’m yours, yeah? treat me like it,” she gasped out, her hips moving to ride your fingers. “feel that? feel how tight i am? how wet you make me?” her words are teasing, a wide smile of her face.

she pulls your hand away in an instant, guiding your cock to her waiting hole.

“amber, please,” you pleaded with her, begging. your eyes wide with lust, locked onto her cunt hovering about your cock.

she uses her free hand to smack your thigh again, trailing her hand up your body. “i need those pretty eyes on mine, you hear me?,” she said with a newfound dominance in her tone. how could she be so sweet but so mean at the same time. her fingers loosely wrap around your throat, urging your eyes to snap up to hers.

“amber please. i wanna feel you,” you pleaded for any kind of attention, your cock leaking precum. she sinks down on your cock, her cunt clenching tightly around you. her lips break into a wide smile, her forehead resting against yours.

“you’re so big, baby. filling me up s’ good. such a good girl for me.,” she stutters through moans, starting to ride you. she bounces up and down on your cock, occasionally rolling her hips. “oh, you like that? you like being my good girl, yeah?,” she smiles again seeing how you moan at the praise. she tugs your hair, making your eyes snap open to meet hers. “keep your eyes on me, y/n. you can do it. such a good girl for me.”

“amber.. fuckfuckfuck. you’re so-“ she cuts you off by locking her lips with yours, bringing you into a passionate kiss. she pulls away, moaning loudly. you feel her cunt tighten around you, your thighs trembling slightly.

you grab her hips, fucking up into her. your cock twitches, letting her know that your close. “amber, amb. ‘m gonna cum.. wanna fill you up.. please,” you begged, your voice sounded of a high pitched whine.

“oh? you’re just sooo needy, hm?” she teased. “gonna cum with me? i want you to come with me. fill me up, baby.” her cunt tightened around your cock, her eyes closing in pleasure. her orgasm washed over her, her movements slowing down just a bit.

you came soon after her, holding her hips with a vice-like grip. you whined, hips bucking, thighs shaking uncontrollably. thick, white ropes of cum shot into her pussy, filling her up, just as she’d told you to do.

“did so good for me, baby..” she praises quietly, helping you ride out your orgasm. “such a good, good girl. made me feel so good.” her hands stroke your cheeks lovingly as she dismounts your softening cock, admiring the white ring of her cum at the base.

she presses soft kisses to your cheeks, her hands tracing small patterns against your ribcage.

“i love you, amber.”

“i love you, y/n,” she whispered back, tucking her face into the crook of her neck. her fingers scratched your scalp lightly in attempt to soothe you to sleep, basking in the afterglow of her newfound lover.

a/n: i didn’t know how to end it. i hate it.

[erinfern0]

lips of an angel.

könig x gn!reader

— gender-neutral anatomy, gender-neutral nicknames, only pronouns used are you, etc.

summary: könig can't resist when you take care of him, especially when you're on your knees, making such a mess. the mess he loves so obsessively.

warnings: pure porn not much plot, dry humping, oral fixation, handjob and blowjob, drool and spitting, messy finger sucking, some german vocabulary.

Please, reblog my work if you like it!!

You were on top of him, soft hands playing with the rim of his tight shirt. König smiles while he kisses you, large palms gently moving your hips against his. You begin to whimper against him, reaching down to fiddle with his belt as your other hand slowly strokes his chest. The atmosphere in the room heating up for the both of you to enjoy your evening.

His hips jolt when he hears the sound of clanking metal. His breath hitched, so he pulled away just to look into your hazed eyes, filled with lust to the brim. The way you gasped against him made his eyes wander, especially over your pretty lips. His eyelids shuddered, trying to keep focused as you grab him over his boxers, the material harshly dragging over his cock.

"Open for me, Schatz." he whispered, thumb rubbing your lower lip just to cover it up with your saliva. As you listened to his order, he smiled proudly before slipping his thumb right into your mouth, gently pushing over your tongue. The feeling of wetness coating him made him even harder against your hand.

You squirmed, lazily moving your head, staring at his flushed face o close to yours, sucking on his digit. You were not even aware when, but you started to just squeeze him, making white pearls of precum stain his underwear, but he didn't complain. The pressure always reminded him of your tight little hole, clenching around him.

The room was quickly filled with lewd sounds of his index and middle fingers sliding over your pink muscle, wet and sticky spit drooling down your chin every time you gagged on the size of them. The thumb of his other hand slowly smeared the substance off your face. Your eyes were closed shut to enjoy the symphony of his groans and the sounds of you bobbing your head.

You were imagining them to be the head of his swollen cock as it was being stroked by your hand. You weren't even sure when, but König pulled it out of his boxers, making you drag your fist over his red tip. Your hips were rapidly snapping over his thigh, trying to chase your own pleasure.

He chuckled deeply, pressing a sloppy kiss to your shoulder as he removed his fingers from your mouth, looking down at the mess you two created. He was proud of himself for making you such a desperate disaster, just for him.

You moved his hand away from your chin and mindlessly smiled as you leaned forward, trying to calm your breath down while spitting over his probably overstimulated cock. He nodded with affirmation as he watched you work him up like that, enjoying how you took care of his tired body and mind.

König's free hand started to grip your thigh, his own thighs tensing every time you dragged your fist down his shaft, pushing the foreskin as far as you could, making his mind dizzy. He threw his head back on the couch, mumbling sweet praises under his breath.

"Close, fuck, I'm so close." he gasped, choking on his own words as you spit again, the sound itself getting him closer to the edge. Before he can even process what exactly is going on, you get up from his lap and slowly lower yourself onto the floor. He couldn't help but throw you a pillow to kneel on.

"Thank you, König. " The way you say his name runs wild in his mind as he reaches down to place his calloused palm over your head. You slowly envelop his tip, looking up at him to make sure you're doing everything alright, just to see him stare at you in awe, fighting not to close his eyes from all the pleasure you give him.

As you try to push your head lower on him, his eyes roll to the back of his head, the blue irises you loved so much disappearing for you. Your hands slowly travel over his thighs, spreading them wider for you to crawl a little closer to your lover. Then, you slowly push them up his body, tracing his happy trail. He unknowingly moves his free hand to interlock your fingers together, the other resisting the urge to push your head down on his length.

He relaxes above you, and his breathing becomes shallow as he feels the pressure build up in his lower stomach. He warned you by whispering your name, his eyes back onto you. You started to rock your hips in the air, your free hand started to stroke his base, tongue and lips focusing on his tip. The slightly salty taste of his precum aroused you even more, if that was even possible.

"Weiter... Ich komme gleich." he muttered, fingers trying to grip your hair as gently as possible as he arched his back, loving the way you slightly pushed onto his abs. You always loved how he switched to German as soon as he got a little lost in pleasure, but now, when he was almost begging you to keep going, made your thighs tremble.

You did exactly as he wanted, kept bobbing your head over him, greedily sucking on his tip and jerking him off against your mouth, soft whimpers causing vibrations that sent pleasure down his balls. You could feel them tighten against your hand as you sped up.

Then, you felt his hot cum splash all over your throat, sneakily dripping down the corners of your lips as you kept moving, helping him to go through with it. His grunts dropped an octave, turning into groans as you kept going. König opened his eyes slowly, a salve of curses slipping from his lips at the view of all the mess. His cum dripping down your chin as you swallowed most of it, leaving his cock with a loud, sloppy pop.

You finally closed your mouth, staring up at him as you clenched your jaw, enjoying the soreness as if you just had the workout of your life. He chuckled at the sight and slowly wiped your lips with his thumb, collecting all of his seed and pushing it back into your mouth. You kissed it after cleaning it, a lazy smile appearing on your lips as you giggled. You rested your cheek on his inner thigh, pushing his cock against his abs and teasing it with a smile.

"You'll be the death of me one day, Liebling." he smiled as he said it, playing with your hair as he admired your cumdrunk state.

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[animasolaoriginal]

A B A N D O N E D 🥀 2/3

He wakes up to an unexpected surprise, and things unfurl way faster than he has imagined, causing him to cross his own lines.

Normal dude meets broken girl turned sex toy

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Submissive character. Strangers to lovers. Hurt/comfort. Angst. Fluff. Smut. Somnophilia. Blow jobs. Cunnilingus. Vaginal fingering. Unprotected vaginal sex. (More tags on AO3.) WORDS: 5.4k

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He wakes to a strange sound. His clouded mind only registers that much, something like a wet slurping, sometimes a gurgle, a weirdly familiar sound, but also very unusual. It's then that he feels it. Something warm and wet and small and tight... He startles fully awake, sitting up, almost knocking over the girl kneeling between his legs.

She has her hand around his cock, massaging his balls with the other, while trying to shove the whole thing down her throat.

“Whoa! What... what are you doing?” he croaks out, trying to get away, to push her off, but he's frozen in place. As horrified and surprised as he is, he can't deny that it feels... good.

She leans back, his hard dick leaving her small mouth with a wet pop, thick strands of saliva and precum connecting her lips to his tip. “I want to make you feel good. It's what I'm here for,” she replies quietly before diving back down on him again.

“No, wait!” he calls out before a moan escapes him. He grips her hair a little too roughly and tries to push her away, but she's persistent, looking up at him from under her lashes as she bobs her head up and down fiercely, her eyes watering while she forces his tip against the back of her throat in a sickening rhythm, creating these gurgling sounds that make his stomach tense up even more.

Gluck, gluck, gluck she makes, and his cock twitches, throbs, he feels the tight pressure of her mouth, the hot wetness of her tongue and the teasing grip of her throat, and he wants her to stop, this isn't right, she shouldn't be doing this, but her ministrations make him dizzy. She's good, so fucking good.

He throws his head back against the armrest of the couch, his leg twitching, and she keeps going, always holds eye contact, and it should be weird and unnerving, but he digs it a little too much. His groans echo through the loft. “Fuck!” he cries out when he feels the telltale sign of his balls pulsing in her small hand.

Yet when he thinks she's pulling back to let him come on her face, she closes her eyes and forces her head lower. He feels her gagging around him, the tight grip of her throat pinching his tip, making him issue a low grunt, but despite the strange convulsions of her body she keeps going, pushes him deeper, and he almost loses it completely when he feels his dick slipping further into her throat. He explodes into a mixture of curses and groans, and his cum spurts almost violently into her, and the strangest thing: she lets it happen, chokes herself on his spewing cock, holds the position without flinching.

It's him who has to pull her off, and she lets him, a deep gasp escaping her when his cock slips free, still twitching, pumping more specks of cum onto her lips and face. He's dizzy from that once in a lifetime orgasm, but when he sees her soiled by his seed with spit dripping down her chin, he leans in and wipes it off her beautiful face, muttering apologies and praises.

She blinks at him, taking deep breaths, chest heaving. Once he's calmed down enough, he sighs deeply, licking his lips. “Damn, that was... amazing...” he mutters, caressing her warm cheek. “Thank you.”

A frown appears on her face. “Thank you,” she echoes, still kneeling between his legs, hands folded on her lap, eyes hooded before they move down to his crotch. “May I... may I clean your cock?” she then asks, and he almost laughs out loud, but refrains in the last second. She's serious.

His time to blink in confusion. “Uh, if you want to,” he stammers. She tilts her head, unsure for a moment. “I mean, yes, you may,” he clarifies, raising an eyebrow.

Is that a smile on her lips? He can't be sure, because they quickly close around his shaft again, her little tongue lapping up any excess spit and cum. She's meticulous, and as she works, he finds himself thinking about the man who took her in and taught her this, and even if it shames him, he has to admit: he did a fine job. He's never had a girl giving him head like this before. Most are too clumsy or disgusted and don't know what to do with his dick in their faces, but this girl...

She just came to him in the middle of the night and started sucking him off, unprompted. He almost feels violated, but then again, he doesn't. It felt too good to fuss about it now.

When she's done, she leans back, wiping her mouth, then puts her small hands to his cock once more to tuck him back into his boxers. But instead of climbing off or leaving, she remains kneeling between his legs.

He stares at her, then clears his throat. “Uh, thanks, good... uh... good girl, I guess? Is that what you want to hear?” he huffs a slightly embarrassed laugh, but she nods, bowing her head. He brings his hand to her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Good girl,” he repeats, trying not to cringe at the words. It feels weird to praise her as if she were a dog or something. He's even scratching her behind the ear.

Sighing deeply, he shifts on the couch, pulling his hand back. “So, uh, couldn't sleep, huh? Is the bed too big? Do you need more blankets?”

“You weren't there,” she replies, making him gape at her. “I... I don't like to be alone...” she adds, her voice barely audible, just a nervous hum as if she isn't allowed to utter those words to begin with.

“Oh,” he croaks out, licking his dry lips. “I see. Uh, well, should we, hmm, go back up together then? Is that okay? If I sleep there too?”

Her eyes light up at the suggestion. “Yes, please, sir.”

“Sam,” he corrects, smirking at her.

She blushes. “Sam,” she repeats obediently.

“I wish you could remember your name too,” he sighs, gently nudging her to let him off the couch. She climbs off, stands a little awkwardly next to it as he stands up. “Shall I give you one, maybe?”

She tilts her head. “Whatever you want, si- Sam,” she whispers, biting her lip.

He takes a step forward, then extends his hand to her. She grabs it immediately. “Well, what would you like? Something exotic, like, uh, Kimiko or Cheyenne or something? Or classic like... Daisy? Belle? Maria?” He's weirdly unimaginative as he lists the first names that come to his mind. “Ah, I guess we'll see what comes up naturally, hm? If you like one, you tell me, okay?”

She looks up at him and nods, squeezing his hand. He guides her up the stairs and lets her crawl into the bed first, then he moves in after her. It really should feel stranger to sleep in the same bed with someone he doesn't know, someone he found in a fucking sex room in an abandoned building, but she just gave him the blow job of his life, so they're probably past the awkward stage. He doesn't even care that she's still naked (he should have offered her a shirt or something, but it kind of slipped his mind), well, he cares, his cock cares, but he doesn't mind it.

Pulling the covers over her, then over himself, he lies stiffly on his back, staring at the ceiling, before she moves next to him, scooting closer, her warm body nudging into his side. He turns his head, seeing her facing away, her back pressed to him. It's another instinct to roll onto his side as well, to slip his arm under her neck and wrap it around her chest, to place the other hand on her hip and pull her against him. And it's her instinct, apparently, to wiggle her butt into his groin as she molds to the shape of him.

It feels nice. It's been a while since he's had a guest over, and a longer while to have such a gorgeous girl in his bed. He isn't the type to commit easily, the need to travel and walk around and see more things always bigger than the need to settle down. But he's got this loft now, in the new city, it is a new beginning, and why not celebrate it with a girl who is so willing and submissive and cute and talented?

Who's broken beyond repair, who can't remember her own name because someone told her it doesn't matter, that she's only a hole to fill, a body to use, a toy to fuck? Who has to endure the punishment of sickos for things that shouldn't be punishable, leaving her covered in welts and bruises? Who's been abandoned after she's been used one too many times, discarded for whatever reason, left behind covered in countless layers of cum? Used and abused and so fragile and weak?

The poor thing. Nobody deserves such a treatment. He wants to kill whoever did this to her. Though it's probably better to focus on her now. Get her treated right and properly. Tomorrow he'll take her to the free clinic, get those welts checked out, and the state of her pu– Actually, he shouldn't take her to the free clinic, they'll ask questions, they'll get the police involved, they might blame him, they might keep her there. Maybe it's enough to google how to treat caning wounds. He can still get her some pills though, against the pain, and maybe one of those pills for the morning after?

She might already be on birth control, maybe whoever owned her before took care of that, but better safe than sorry. The last thing he needs right now is to care for a girl pregnant with the child of her rapist(s). He can handle her, but he's too young for kids. Especially if they're not his.

On that note, he falls asleep again, pressed to the quietly breathing girl who's placed her small hand on his arm, a gentle gesture that tells him that she needs him, needs his warmth, his strength... his cock inside her.

Strange dreams filter through his unconscious mind. Images of how he found her, of her wounds, of the acts of how she got them, the whooshing of the cane, the smack on her skin, the screams as she's being hit over and over again on all of her most sensitive parts. He sees shapes of men taking turns assaulting her, of various dicks plunging into her various holes. Gurgling noises, squelching sounds, quiet whimpers.

It's all grotesque and disturbing, but then he hears her voice among her own screams and cries and the grunts of the men. Use me. Use me. Use me. A chant of desperation, a girl squirming on the spot, pressing her thighs together, dilated pupils, big eyes, a pleading look in them. And it's him who takes her, his hands holding her down, his hips smacking against her cushioned rear, his cock sliding in and out of her soft cunt.

His breaths are ragged, his heart thundering, and he doesn't wake up. He is already awake, pushing the girl into the mattress, looming over her, hands on her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh, breathless “Ah”s mixing with his animalistic grunts. He's chasing his orgasm, mind too muddled with past and present images, and before he can realize what he is doing, he comes, hard, growling loudly as he slams deep into her pulsing pussy, body shuddering, her legs kicking beneath him, as his balls throb and his cock twitches and his cum spurts into her depths with a force that makes his head spin.

He's panting when he finally calms down, head lowered between his shoulders, hands propped on either side of her immobile body, legs shaking from the strain. He blinks, once, twice, then pulls back suddenly, making her squeak, and he rolls off her, almost stumbles off the bed. “Fuck!” he curses, his feet meeting the cold floor as he starts pacing the small loft space. “Fuck!”

He shouldn't have done this. Why did he do that? God, he's a monster! How could he? Fuck!

The girl sits up, rubbing her eyes. Has she been asleep while he's assaulted her? Seriously? What kind of freak has he become? He steps forward, heart racing, mind reeling, and he grabs her hands, then kneels on the bed and pulls her against him.

“I'm so sorry!” he chants, pressing her into him. “I... I shouldn't have done this! I didn't mean to! Fuck, I should have worn a condom, no, I shouldn't have fucked you to begin with! I should have asked at least! Goddammit, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... to come... inside you also, I am so fucking sorry!”

Her hands find his back, and as soon as she touches him, he draws away, grabs her shoulders, stares at her. Her lips are moving, but no sounds come out. He knows what she wants to say.

“And don't tell me it's okay. It is not okay! No man should ever be allowed to just shove his cock into a girl without consent! And you were asleep, and I just... I just... fuck! I didn't mean to fuck you, okay? You gotta believe me. I'm not like that!”

She tilts her head, listening with her eyes wandering over his face. “Was it good?” she then asks, causing his mouth to fall open in an almost comical way.

“What?” he breathes.

“Did you like it?”

“I... hey, that's not the point! I shouldn't have done this!”

She purses her lips, her hands finding his face. “But you came. I did good, right? You're satisfied now?” Her voice is so soft but her words so vile. The poor thing, reduced to being a body to fulfill filthy men's dreams. His fucking dreams.

“I am...” he replies hesitantly. “Of course you were good, you are amazing. Beautiful, and... and... your... it felt amazing...” He's whispering now, his breaths slowing down. “Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head.

“Are you sure?”

She nods. “I'm fine. I am yours to use,” she adds the mantra that made all this happen in the first place.

��Don't say that,” he hisses, letting go of her and slipping from her hands. “You are not, you are nobody's to use. You are you! And you decide who can...” He sees her lips trembling, and he sighs. “Listen. Use is such a stupid word. You are not to be used. You are to be enjoyed, worshiped even. Your body is amazing, and you should feel good too! Did... did that feel good for you too?”

She licks her lips. “Yes, sir...” He tilts his head. “Sam,” she corrects.

The way she says his name. That little hum. So soft. So enticing.

He inhales deeply, watching her closely. “Do you...” Maybe it's his mind that's still hazy from the dreams and his body that's glowing from the aftershocks of his orgasm, but the words come out nonetheless, even if they shouldn't. “Do you want to feel good again?”

He shouldn't lean into her obvious submission, knowing what she'll reply, but despite it all, he really wants to give back. She deserves to feel good too, after what he did to her, after what those other men did to her. After everything she had to go through. If she doesn't say anything, he's willing to let it go, move on, try to forget about it, but then she comes closer, crawling on her knees, her hands reaching for him.

He grabs them, pulls her the rest of the way. “Let me make you feel good,” he whispers, and she nods, a soft smile playing around her swollen lips. It's enough consent for the situation.

Gently, he moves her back onto the bed, lets her lie down before he crawls between her legs. She's spreading them willingly, automatically, lets him settle with his knee right against her warm sex. His cock thickens at the sight and feel. His hands find her soft thighs, rub up and down, careful not to linger too long on the welts and bruises. She squirms a little, moving her hips into his touches, her chest rising and falling a bit faster.

“Tell me if anything hurts, okay?” he says, watching her every reaction.

“Okay,” she breathes softly, her hands finding purpose in the sheets, fingers clawing at the material in anticipation.

He leans over her, holding her gaze when his lips find the peaks of her breasts. She flinches, and he stops, hovering over a pert bud, his warm breath fanning over her skin. “Still okay?”

“Yes,” she hums, and he continues, closing his lips around her left nipple and giving it a gentle suck. She mewls quietly, and he does it again, a little bit more, pulls more of her soft mound into his mouth while his tongue flicks around the hard peak.

He can feel the welts against his lips, where the cane dug into her skin, inflamed it badly, it's hot and raw, and he's careful not to put too much attention to it, focuses instead on her nipples, left, then right, and the flesh around them. His hands remain on the bed to steady himself, he's only using his mouth, and she seems to enjoy it with how she breathes harder and squirms slightly on the bed, arching her back and pressing her chest into his face.

He hums around her nipple, and she mewls again, throwing her head back. Once her breasts are coated in a good layer of his saliva, nipples hard and swollen, he starts kissing down her stomach, savors the little flutter when she breathes, circles her belly button with his tongue and nibbles gently on her slightly protruding hipbones. He needs to feed this girl more. She's cushiony and soft, but it could be better. Whoever kept her before, was probably too busy fucking her instead of feeding her properly. Poor thing. Though he does get the sentiment. She's addictive.

Her sweet taste and intoxicating smell fill his senses when he moves lower, lips hovering close to her swollen clit. There's not a single hair on her mound which accentuates the brutal looking welts on her soft skin. His eyes move back up along her body until he meets her hooded gaze. She's watching him with her lips parted, a deep blush on her cheeks. He presses his lips to her sensitive nub, and she gasps, he does it again, and she moans. He keeps the gentle teasing, involves his tongue to lick around it carefully, and she dissolves in front of him, legs trembling and kicking slightly against his sides.

Focusing his mouth on her clit, he moves one hand down to her folds to rub softly up and down, feeling the warmth and wetness against his palm. When she bucks her hips against his mouth, he pushes two fingers between her labia, continuing to slide them up and down, teasing her velvety flesh.

Listening to her noises, he waits for another moan before he pokes a finger at her entrance, his lips tight around her clit, sucking softly. A squeal escapes her at the double stimulation, and she starts moving more against him, thighs twitching, hands gripping the sheets, body arching off the bed whenever he pushes his finger in and prods his tongue against her nub.

She gets slightly louder when he adds another finger, dipping deeper, feeling her warmth and the cum he's pumped into her before. He's relishing in the squelching sounds his fingers create, and how her walls clench around his digits whenever he gives her clit another suck. It doesn't take long after that for her to come undone. He keeps pumping his fingers, in and out, turning, then curling them, rubbing along her squishy flesh, searching for that one spot he knows drives women crazy.

And crazy she is driven as she cries out suddenly, body stiffening before it starts spasming against him. He keeps fingering her through her orgasm as she wails and whines and moans, head thrashing, feet kicking, and he closes his eyes and suckles on her clit, prolonging her pleasure, savoring the soft noises that come from her mouth. She's not very vocal, and he's glad. Nothing turns him off more than your typical porn dialogue, that forced over-the-top dirty talk, the voicing of obvious things. He doesn't need to hear if someone's close to coming, he can see it.

He lets her down gently, moves his fingers slower, gives her throbbing clit a few soft pecks before he leans back to look at her. Her chest is rising and falling quickly, but the spasms have stopped, and she is relaxing into the bed, hands gliding over the sheets in an attempt to ground herself. Her eyelids are fluttering, and when he pulls his fingers from her pulsing pussy, she opens her eyes and looks at him, a tender smile curling her lips.

The sight makes his cock twitch, and he can't help crawling over her, elbows resting on either side of her shoulders as he hovers over her, intent on not crushing her. “Are you alright?” he whispers, and she nods, her hands moving up to slide along his sides, a feather light touch, almost hesitant. His eyes dart over her flushed face, lingering on her lips. His heart is beating faster. “Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly, and she looks at him as if he's asked her if the sky is blue, a confused furrow between her eyebrows.

“Yes,” she then replies when he keeps looking at her expectantly, her voice that soft hum in the air, her warm breath teasing his skin.

He smirks, then presses his lips to hers, gentle, careful, but as soon as she opens her mouth a bit, he slips his tongue into it, downright giddy when he feels her own pressing against his. It's a slow wrestle, a sensual dance, and he leans into it, eyes closed, fully concentrated on her every move and noise. Her hands move up his back, rubbing along his shoulder blades, holding on, and he inches his own closer to her head, cradling it, feeling the soft strands of her hair.

He's breathless when he leans back eventually, lips tingling, and she looks equally flushed. A soft laugh escapes him before he dives in again, kissing her once more, this time with his body lowering down onto hers, just a bit more, because he needs to feel her, all of her, every inch of her beautiful body, so warm and enticing. Her legs twitch against his thighs, and he realizes she's still spread wide open, his crotch pressed right against her warm, wet sex.

He wants to be inside of her again, feel every little twitch and clench of her soft cunt, the warmth enveloping him. It's been such a short endeavor, he was mostly asleep when he fucked her last, he wants to savor it now. But unlike last time, he's fully awake, and so is his conscience. As much as he wants to just slip his cock into her depths, he knows he shouldn't, not like that, and his thoughts move to the package of condoms in his bedside table.

But he'd have to move to get it, and he doesn't want to, too engulfed in the kiss, too mesmerized by her little sounds he's swallowing with his mouth. Voices rage within him. Some telling him he's already been in there before, came inside even, why not do it again? Others remind him of the reality of things, wondering how many men had their cocks inside that pussy before him, what kind of diseases she could carry and he could get, and in the end those nagging thoughts make him pull away and roll off her with a loud exhale.

If only he'd live in a carefree porn world where none of that matters.

She's cradling to his side as he lies on his back, staring at the ceiling, her small hand rubbing over his chest, her lips finding his shoulder, then his neck, and when he turns his head to her, their mouths collide again. Fuck it. The damage is done. He grabs her face and kisses her deeply while rolling them around again, his other hand hooking under her leg to pull it up and her open.

He grinds his groin into her, eating up those mewls that slip out of her throat. “Can I put my cock into your pussy?” he asks hoarsely between kisses, acutely aware of how stupid this sounds, but he needs to ask her, needs the clear conscience that she wants this too.

“Please,” she breathes into him, her hands hooking around his shoulders as she squirms beneath him, bucking her hips into him. “Use me...” He throws her a look that may have been a bit too dark, because she flinches, a gasp on her lips, a frown on her forehead, before she licks her lips, inhaling deeply. “Please... yes, put your cock in my pussy...”

His smile is wide when he leans back down to kiss her again. She's learning. “With pleasure,” he mumbles into her, deepening the kiss while the hand that's not in her hair grabs his hard cock and guides it to her entrance. With a bit of fumbling he succeeds to press into her, and they both share a deep moan when he sinks into her warmth.

He's forcing himself to take it slow, even though the primal need to rut into her is strong. Her face contorts into that mixture of pain and pleasure, a furrow between her eyebrows, a curl to her lips, her eyelids fluttering as her eyes roll back a little. He watches her closely as he starts grinding his hips into her, gentle nudges, always a little deeper, trying to read her face as much as the little clenches of her cunt.

He wants to make her feel good, show her that sex isn't just being used for the properties of one's body, it's a roller coaster ride of emotions, sensations, ups and downs, a little discomfort leading to an overwhelming explosion of pleasure. And he gives his all. He's by no means experienced, but he's always had a talent of reading people, of adjusting to them and their needs, he's an empath, even in bed.

He keeps peppering her warm face with kisses as he slowly increases the pace of his thrusts, using the softness of the bed to let them bounce a little. She's moaning quietly, her hands curled around his shoulders, holding on, blunt fingernails digging into his skin. Her legs twitch around him, feet hammering against his lower back with every deep plunge. His hand moves around her side and caresses her thigh, then moves to her knee and nudges her to wrap both legs around him. She does, crossing her feet and pressing them hard against his ass, causing him to slip deeper.

A groan from him mixes with a soft mewl from her, and he falls into a steady rhythm of pulling his hips back and his cock out until only his tip is still gripped by her tight muscles, then pushes in again, deep, one swift roll, making her moan louder. In and out, back and forth, always a little bit faster, a little bit harder. He can feel her cunt clenching around him, milking him, urging him over the edge, but this is about her, so he tries to angle his pelvis to get her clit involved as well.

She cries out quietly, gripping his shoulders, back arching a little as he keeps pumping into her, focused on her and her alone, sweat trickling from his brow. She's meeting his motions, bucks her hips against him, moves in a sensual dance of twitching limbs and appendages, the soft slapping of skin against skin mixing with the wet squelches of her pussy and their combined groans. It's a cacophony of sounds that drives him crazy in the best way possible.

“You're so beautiful,” he hums into her ear as he presses his lips to her neck, planting soft kisses on her skin, feeling the thrum of her heartbeat against his mouth when he nibbles on her pulse. “So tight and warm and wet and perfect... so perfect...” She mewls in response, mouth agape, eyes hooded. “Do you feel good too?” he asks a little breathlessly, nibbling on her earlobe while his hips slam harder into her, cock plunging in and out.

Her arms wrap around his neck now, pulling him closer, legs tightening around his waist. “Yes... yes...” she chants, her voice so feeble and frail and soft.

He cradles her head, slips his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp, while his other hand moves between them, caressing her fluttering stomach before he finds her throbbing clit. She jerks against him when he touches it, rubs it, draws tight circles with his thumb. Her noises crescendo, her grip (her cunt's included) so tight it makes his head spin.

She comes with a sob, body stiffening before the pleasure explodes on her face and through her nerves. He watches her, propped on one elbow, panting, breaths mingling, her face flushed as her eyes roll back fully, that look of complete bliss warming his heart and thickening his cock. He fucks her through her orgasm, with slow but hard thrusts, utilizes how her pussy clamps down on him to then really rut into her, allowing himself to climax as well.

And he comes shortly after, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, gasping and grunting, his hips stuttering as his balls throb and twitch, unloading deep within her while he stills his cock, buried inside her, unwilling to pull out even if he probably should. It feels too good. Spurt after spurt he shoots into her, her warmth mixing with his, and eventually he collapses on top of her, causing her to squeak quietly.

But she doesn't protest, just holds onto him tightly, clinging to him like a little monkey, both of them slick with sweat and their drained juices. It's warm and cozy, and he doesn't want to move, ever again. He could fall asleep like this, joined with this beautiful girl, feeling her cunt still contracting around his cock, like little caresses, a soft squeezing, so comforting...

It's the nagging voices that make him break the perfect moment, very reluctantly, and he moves back onto his hands and knees, slowly dislodging himself from her. His spent cock slips free, and he sits back on his knees to watch his cum dripping out of her clenching hole. Her arms and legs are splayed around her after she equally reluctantly let go of him, her chest heaving, her face turned to the side, cheeks bright red, lips parted.

He lies down next to her, gently pulls her against him, one hand on her hip, the other on her face as he leans closer to press his lips to hers. Her eyelids flutter open. “Are you okay?” he whispers between kisses.

“Yes,” she replies quietly, her lips curling into a beautiful smile. He mirrors it, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Thank you... Sam...” she adds.

“You're welcome, love,” he breathes into her, deepening the kiss. “Anytime. Honestly. I'm here to make you feel good, okay?”

A little giggle escapes her, and he watches her curiously. Her lips move along his jaw, down to his neck, before he feels her soft breaths against his collarbone as she snuggles into him. He closes his eyes and wraps his arms around her, savoring her warmth. She falls asleep like that while he lies there, watching her, planning his day.

He hasn't expected to get this intimate with her this fast (if at all), but there is just something about this girl. His need to save her and protect her and drag her out of her old life and mannerisms is strong, something he's never felt before. He might not be able to provide her with much, he can barely feed himself, but he'll try his best. It's a different drive to have someone he needs to take care of. He doesn't care about himself as much, but her... she deserves the best life possible.

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End notes: What a nice change to write something (more or less) fully consensual for once...

Aside from having a name, I tried to give our dude here a bit of a geographical background. The accent I mentioned in chapter 1, him calling her love, the way he addresses himself (in the next chapter), maybe you can guess where he's from? Just a general direction? Not that it matters much, this is a very smut-heavy little story after all, but maybe you noticed it or have your own thoughts. Lemme know!

By the way, there's one more chapter, but that won't be the end of these two. I have a lot of ideas for them!

Thank you for reading! Last chapter on Wednesday!

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In Your Mouth || Caelus x M!Reader || 18+ MDNI

Warning/s: SMUT, blowjob, face fucking

Notes: guess my favorite mc challenge impossible🧍 also if u saw mistakes no u didn't🏃

Caelus was charming, that was without a doubt the truth. He's got a number of friends made with every planet he'd set out on. He surely knew a way with his words, no matter how silly they could be sometimes. 

But words weren't the only thing his tongue was good at.

Your head tilted back, throat bobbing up and down as you swallowed your saliva. The sound of slurping and sucking, paired with the gray haired man’s whines and moans sounded so lewd and nasty. Yet also so good, so good that you wanted to hear more.

“Look at you. You’re a cock hungry whore, aren't you?” You mused, running your hand through his hair and tugging his head back, making him whine when you pulled your dick out of his mouth.

How you wanted to pound him right there and then when he pathetically tried to chase your cock, eager to bring it back into his mouth if it weren't from your hand holding him back. His eyes were dilated, hearts and tears in them as he stuck his tongue out, a silent plea to let him have a taste of you again.

“Do you want it in your mouth?”

He nodded eagerly and you chuckled, bringing it close enough for the precum on your tip to smear on his cheek, “Let me hear you beg, pretty boy.”

“Please.” He replied quickly, scooting a bit closer towards you on his knees, “Please, sir. I’ve been good, I’ll be good for you. Please.”

You smiled, fingers gently brushing his bangs back as you guided your length back into his open mouth. A satisfied sigh left your parted lips when his warm mouth enveloped your cock, his tongue licking at it as he bobbed his head up and down, his hand on your thigh to ground himself to reality.

“You look good— mm!— on your knees like that.” You praised through labored breaths, looking down at the man and fighting the urge to just fuck his throat as deep as you could.

It seemed like Caelus liked the complement, giving your cock a hard suck, amber eyes gazing up into yours and remaining eye contact.

However, a sudden call of your name caught your attention, followed by a knock on your door. You tried to pull away from his mouth, but he stubbornly held you closer, whining when you moved. You looked down immediately at your lover, giving him a warning look but decided to leave him for now as staying silent for too long would be suspicious.

“Y-yeah?”

“Hey, have you seen Caelus?” It was March's voice.

You couldn't be thankful enough that Caelus actually locked the door when he entered earlier. Trying to sound as natural and calm, you replied, “No, I haven't…”

“Huh, where could he have gone to?”

“Probably out helping some— ngh!— people!”

Your sudden noise made the pink haired girl raise an eyebrow, “Are you… okay?”

A hand held onto Caelus’ hair, stopping the male from bobbing his head, “Yeah! Just, uh, stepped on something. But yeah, Caelus isn't here! He’ll probably be back soon, though. You know how he is.”

Thankfully, this satisfied March and you could hear her footsteps moving away from your door. The look you gave your man when you turned back to him made him gulp, his mischief vanishing.

“So that's how you want to play, huh? Let's see if you can handle how I want to play.”

Caelus gulped, chuckling nervously, “W-what do—”

He didn't have enough time to speak anymore as you pulled his head closer, pushing your cock deep inside his mouth. He let out a moan of surprise, the sound vibrating around your cock. You held both sides of his head, making him stay still as you moved your hips, thrusting yourself in his throat.

He struggled to keep up at first, a tear streaming down his cheek as he tried not to choke on your cock. He only had to tap his fingers against your thigh if he couldn't handle it anymore, but from the way he was moaning and groaning, he was evidently enjoying it. 

“Your throat was made for me, wasn't it?” You panted, trying to release the knot that was tightening in your stomach, your thrusts speeding up.

The lewd sounds of his mouth eagerly sucking you in echoed throughout the room, followed by your groans as you fucked his face like there was no tomorrow. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, finding pleasure at the way you used his mouth like a fleshlight.

You could feel your climax nearing, and you immediately pulled out of his mouth, pumping yourself until you released all over his face. Caelus gasped, lolling his tongue out to taste your cum, whining when only little landed in his mouth.

He looked so breedable with your cum on his face, eyes clouded with lust and yearning for more of you.

Your hand squished his cheeks together, smirking at how disappointed he looked, “What? You think you deserve it after the stunt you pulled earlier?”

Your thumb gathered the cum on his cheekbone, pushing it in his mouth as you added, “But don't worry, I’ll make sure to fill not only your mouth but your hole, too. You’re lucky I love you.”

Ending note: I decided to put titles in the oneshots from now on because I didn't have titles for the other ones and that'd be confusing for my masterlist