#let me kiss your forehead too 💋

[pucksandpower]

Suck Him Dry

Day 3 → Oral Fixation 💋 Charles Leclerc

Warnings: 18+ content

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The room is dark, the kind of deep, enveloping darkness that sinks into your bones. The only light comes from a sliver of moonlight peeking through the heavy curtains, casting shadows that dance lazily across the ceiling. Charles is breathing softly beside you, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm that, on any other night, might lull you back to sleep.

But tonight is different. Your mind is restless, thoughts spinning in circles, too fast and too loud to let you sleep.

You stare up at the ceiling, your eyes tracing the shadows. You don’t know how long you’ve been awake — minutes, maybe hours. Time loses meaning when you're stuck inside your own head.

You feel like you’re trapped in a loop, a constant replay of every worry, every doubt, every little thing that could possibly go wrong. It’s exhausting, but there’s no way out. Not tonight, at least.

Beside you, Charles stirs. You freeze, holding your breath, hoping you haven't woken him up. But then you feel his hand slide over, warm and reassuring, finding yours in the darkness. He squeezes your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“Can’t sleep?” His voice is soft, rough with sleep, but there’s a thread of concern woven through it.

You shake your head, even though you know he can’t see you. “No,” you whisper. “I’m just … stuck in my head again.”

Charles hums, a low sound that vibrates through the silence. He turns onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you. Even in the dark, you can feel the weight of his gaze, steady and unwavering.

“What’s going on in there?” He asks gently, tapping your temple with his finger.

You sigh, closing your eyes. “Everything. Nothing. I don’t know.”

“Hmm.” He’s quiet for a moment, just watching you. Then he shifts closer, his hand moving to rest on your hip, his thumb brushing back and forth in a soothing motion. “You need something to get you out of your head,” he says quietly.

You don’t respond. It’s not like you haven’t tried everything already — reading, counting sheep, focusing on your breathing. Nothing works.

Charles seems to understand. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “I have an idea,” he murmurs. “But you have to trust me.”

You open your eyes, turning your head to look at him. There’s a glimmer of something in his eyes, something tender and a little mischievous. You nod slowly. “Okay. I trust you.”

A slow smile spreads across his face. “Good.” He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Come here,” he says, tugging you gently toward him.

You follow his lead, letting him guide you until your head is resting against his thigh. He strokes your hair gently, his touch soothing. “Just relax,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. Charles shifts, his hand moving to cup the back of your head, guiding you further down. You feel the warmth of him against your cheek, the soft fabric of his boxers brushing against your skin.

“Open your mouth,” he says softly.

You do as he says, parting your lips. He guides you with gentle pressure, and you take him into your mouth, the familiar taste and feel of him grounding you in a way that nothing else does. You close your eyes, letting out a slow breath through your nose as you begin to suck gently.

Charles lets out a low groan, his hand tightening in your hair. “That’s it, just like that,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so well, mon amour.”

You focus on the sound of his voice, the gentle praise in his tone, and the steady rise and fall of his chest. You feel yourself start to relax, the tension in your body slowly melting away. The constant buzzing in your head quiets, replaced by the rhythmic motion of your mouth and the soft, reassuring sounds Charles makes above you.

He strokes your hair, his thumb brushing over your temple in a slow, soothing rhythm. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers. “So perfect. Just keep going, mon cœur.”

You hum softly around him, the vibration drawing a soft curse from his lips. He tugs lightly on your hair, guiding you a little deeper. You take him easily, your jaw relaxing as you find a steady rhythm, each motion smooth and deliberate.

Charles lets out a shaky breath, his hand tightening in your hair again. “God, you feel so good,” he murmurs. “So fucking good. You’re amazing, you know that?”

You don’t respond, but you don’t need to. He knows. He always knows. You focus on the feel of him in your mouth, the steady pressure against your tongue, the way he throbs gently with each pass of your lips. It’s comforting, in a way that’s hard to explain. It’s like everything else fades away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet, intimate moment.

He shifts slightly, his thigh muscles flexing under your cheek. “Are you okay?” He asks softly. “Do you need to stop?”

You shake your head slightly, your mouth still full. You don’t want to stop. Not yet. You need this — the steady, grounding presence of him, the way he makes everything else disappear.

He chuckles softly, his fingers threading through your hair again. “Okay,” he says quietly. “We’ll keep going as long as you need, mon ange.”

You don’t know how long you stay like that — minutes, maybe hours. Time loses meaning when you’re with him like this, when the only thing that matters is the steady rhythm of your mouth and the quiet sounds of his pleasure. You start to feel yourself getting drowsy, the tension in your body melting away completely.

Charles seems to notice. He strokes your hair gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You’re getting tired, aren’t you?” He murmurs.

You hum softly in response, your eyes fluttering closed. He chuckles again, a soft, affectionate sound. “That’s okay,” he says quietly. “Just let yourself fall asleep, mon cœur. I’ve got you.”

You do as he says, letting your eyes close fully. You keep sucking softly, the motion slowing as you start to drift off. Charles hums a soft, soothing tune under his breath, his fingers still moving gently through your hair. You feel yourself slipping into sleep, the last thing you hear is the soft, steady sound of his breathing.

As you fall asleep, still sucking, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. For the first time in what feels like forever, your mind is quiet, your body relaxed. And you know, without a doubt, that as long as Charles is here, you’ll always have a way out of your own head.

***

You wake slowly, consciousness returning like a gentle tide washing over you. The world is soft and quiet, the room bathed in the faint blue light of early morning. For a moment, you’re disoriented, unsure of where you are or why you feel so warm and cocooned. Then you realize your mouth is still full, lips stretched around the familiar weight of Charles.

Your head is still resting on his thigh, and you can feel the solid muscle beneath your cheek. The sheets are warm and heavy around you, cocooning you in the lingering scent of Charles — clean and musky, with a hint of something uniquely him that you’ve come to love. His hand is still tangled in your hair, his fingers relaxed but still holding onto you, as if even in sleep, he doesn’t want to let you go.

Blinking your eyes open, you adjust to the dim light. Charles is still asleep, his chest rising and falling with each deep, even breath. You can feel his thigh move slightly under your cheek with each inhale, the slow rhythm of his breathing a comforting reminder that he’s here, right here with you. You don’t want to wake him, but you can’t help the way your tongue instinctively moves, brushing against the sensitive underside of him.

He stirs, letting out a soft sigh in his sleep, his grip on your hair tightening for just a moment before relaxing again. The sound sends a rush of heat through you, pooling low in your belly. You can feel him harden in your mouth, his body responding even in sleep. It’s intoxicating, the way you can affect him like this, the way he trusts you so completely, even when he’s not awake.

You shift slightly, adjusting your position under the sheets. Your lips tighten around him, your tongue pressing more firmly against the sensitive spot that makes him shiver. His breathing hitches, a soft groan escaping his lips. He’s still asleep, but his body knows you, recognizes your touch and responds to it.

Encouraged, you start to move more deliberately, sucking gently, your head bobbing in a slow, steady rhythm. The taste of him floods your mouth, salty and intoxicating, and you can’t help the way your body reacts. Heat blooms between your thighs, a low, insistent ache that makes you press your legs together, trying to find some relief.

But you don’t stop, don’t even slow down. If anything, you speed up, eager to taste more of him, to coax him awake with your mouth.

Charles groans again, louder this time, his hand tightening in your hair. “Merde,” he mutters, his voice rough with sleep. You feel him stir, his body shifting slightly as he wakes. “What …” His voice trails off into a low moan as you take him deeper, your lips stretching around him as you suck harder.

“Fuck, mon amour …” His voice is thick with sleep and something else — something deeper, more primal. You can hear the way his breathing changes, growing faster, more uneven. He’s fully awake now, and you can feel his body tense under yours, his muscles tightening as he tries to hold back.

You don’t let him. You move faster, sucking harder, your tongue working against him with a practiced ease that you know drives him crazy. He groans, his hips jerking up involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. “God, you’re … you’re perfect,” he mutters, his voice barely more than a breathless whisper. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop …”

You hum around him, the sound vibrating through your throat and sending a shiver down his spine. His reaction spurs you on, and you take him deeper, your throat relaxing to accommodate him. He curses softly in French, his fingers tightening in your hair, guiding you with a gentle but insistent pressure.

“Just like that,” he breathes. “Mon dieu, just like that. You’re doing so good, so fucking good …”

You moan softly around him, the sound muffled by his length filling your mouth. The taste of him, the heat of his skin against your lips, the way he reacts to your every touch — it’s intoxicating, overwhelming. You feel yourself growing wetter, the ache between your thighs intensifying with every passing second.

Charles lets out a low groan, his hips bucking up slightly as he nears his release. “I’m close,” he warns, his voice strained. “Fuck, I’m so close …”

You don’t stop, don’t slow down. You want this — you want to taste him, to feel him lose control in your mouth. You suck harder, your tongue swirling around him with a renewed fervor. He lets out a strangled moan, his grip on your hair tightening almost painfully as he finally lets go.

He comes with a shuddering groan, his hips jerking up as he spills into your mouth. The taste of him floods your senses, warm and slightly salty, and you swallow eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop. He groans again, softer this time, his body trembling with the force of his release.

But you don’t stop. Even as he starts to soften in your mouth, you keep going, your lips and tongue working with a steady, unrelenting rhythm. He lets out a surprised gasp, his hand tightening in your hair again.

“Mon amour, what are you …” His voice trails off into a moan as you suck harder, your tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of him. “Fuck, I-I can’t …”

You don’t listen. You don’t want to. You want to taste every last drop of him, to drain him of everything he has to offer. You feel a surge of satisfaction as he starts to harden again, his body responding to your insistent touch.

“Jesus, you’re insatiable,” he mutters, his voice thick with a mix of awe and arousal. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”

You hum around him, your lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. You can feel him starting to tremble beneath you, his body on the edge of overstimulation. But you don’t stop. You can’t. You want more — need more.

Charles groans, his hips twitching as he tries to pull away. “I … I can’t, it’s too much …”

But you don’t let him. You wrap your arms around his hips, holding him in place as you suck harder, your tongue pressing against the sensitive spot that you know will drive him crazy. He lets out a choked moan, his body tensing under yours as he teeters on the edge of another release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck …” He’s barely coherent now, his words slurred with pleasure and overstimulation. “Please, I … I can’t. I’m gonna …”

He comes again, harder this time, his body convulsing with the force of his release. You swallow every drop, your lips never leaving him, even as he starts to soften once more. He’s trembling now, his body twitching with aftershocks, but you don’t let up.

Charles gasps, his hand weakly pushing at your shoulder. “Mon amour, please … I can’t — it’s too much …”

But you don’t stop. You suck harder, your tongue working against him with a desperate, insistent rhythm. You’re close now, so close, the taste of him pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You can feel the tension building in your core, a tight coil that’s ready to snap.

He groans, his voice hoarse with pleasure and exhaustion. “Please, I … I need you to stop, I can’t take it …”

But you’re too far gone to listen. You’re on the edge, teetering on the brink of release, and you can’t stop, not now. You suck harder, your tongue pressing against him in a way that makes him shudder.

And then you’re there, the tension finally snapping as your orgasm crashes over you in a wave of pleasure. You moan around him, your body shaking with the force of it, your mouth never leaving him. You keep sucking, keep licking, riding out your orgasm as you drain him of everything he has to offer.

Charles gasps, his body going limp beneath you as he finally gives in, his head falling back against the pillow. “Merde …” he mutters, his voice barely more than a breathless whisper. “You’re … you’re incredible …”

You hum softly in response, your body still trembling with aftershocks. You finally pull away, your lips releasing him with a soft pop. You rest your head against his thigh, your eyes closed as you try to catch your breath.

He strokes your hair gently, his touch soothing. “Are you okay?” He asks softly. “Did I … did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, a small, contented smile spreading across your lips. “No,” you whisper. “I’m perfect.”

He chuckles softly, his fingers still moving through your hair. “That you are, mon ange. That you are.”

You let out a soft sigh, your body relaxing completely against him. You feel a deep sense of satisfaction, a contentment that you haven’t felt in a long time. For the first time in what feels like forever, your mind is quiet, your body at peace.

Charles hums softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “I love you,” he murmurs. “So much.”

You smile, your eyes still closed. “I love you too,” you whisper. “More than anything.”

He chuckles again, a soft, affectionate sound. “Good,” he says quietly. “Because I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

[strawberrynull]

please can you write niki with a noona gf !! and he tries his hardest to impress her and let her see him as a big boy now ^.^

fluff or suggestive, i dont mind ❤️❤️ thankss

──⯎ ˙ 💋 ̟ noona!

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: bf!niki x afab!reader

──Genre: fluff, angst

──Synopsis: Poor Niki despises being treated like a baby by his girlfriend who is only slightly older than him. He decides to try to prove to her that hes not a baby

──Warnings: cursing, established relationship, kissing, making out, skinship, hickeys

──A/N: guys im working on making a taglist so if u wanna be added pls message me or comment or sum so ik to add you

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"Hi baby. How was your day?" you ask your boyfriend, reaching up to cup his cheeks as you kiss his forehead. Niki's smile faded slightly upon hearing your name for him. Truthfully, calling him baby made him feel like a baby. Babe was fine but calling him baby just seemed to upset him. Sometimes you would take it a step further just to make him more upset by calling him 'baby boy' which was so much worse.

"It was uh... fine I guess." He shrugged, clenching his teeth slightly when you ran your fingers through his dark hair. You were already treating him like a fragile being as soon as he had gotten home. This severely pissed him off. Not to the extent that he would get mad at you though. He had never yelled at you or anything like that. Usually when he was mad he would just walk away and sulk.

"You seem a little out of it. Did something happen?" you asked genuinely, sticking your bottom lip out to form a small pout.

"Just tired." Niki mummbled briefly, not stopping to look at you. He slipped out of your embrace and made his way to sit on the couch. You followed him to the living room of your shared apartment. His expression and demeanor told you to fuck off but sometimes you didn't know when to stop. You took a seat next to him so you could continue to run your fingers through his dark locks. He groaned in annoyance, jerking his head away from you.

"Yah, why are you so cranky? Got a stick up your ass or sum'?" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest with a scowl.

Niki really did like when you played with his hair. Though, right now he had to resist it. He had to get you to realize he didn't want to be treated like a little baby. He wanted to be treated like an adult. He wanted you to think of him as your super hot boyfriend instead of your baby boy. It was no easy task trying to look all tough in front of you when you were so sweet to Niki.

In a sudden swift move, Niki stood from the couch and turned to go to his room. You reached a hand out to attempt to stop him but it was pointless. He had already made up his mind to leave. There was no stopping him once his mind was made.

"Yah! Where do you think you're going?" you yelled to him, hoping he would stop and come back. Though you knew he wouldn't.

Your boyfriend stopped with a heavy sigh. He turned around to face you. "I don't want to be treated like a baby by you."

"But Ki, you're myyyyyy baby~" you coo, clearly not making the situation any better as Niki shuts the door to his bedroom. You hear a small click and you know he's locked the door too. You throw your head back in frustration eliciting a long sigh.

After a while you start to worry that your boyfriend is genuinely mad. 20 had passed by and he has yet to leave his room. Neither have you heard any noise from his room. You grumble as you push yourself off the couch and trudge over to his bedroom door. Knocking softly, you press an ear to the door. When you hear nothing on the other side, you decide to knock again. This time you hear shuffling which you assume is Niki getting up from his bed. But instead of him opening the door, you hear his gaming chair squeak.

"Come on. You know I don't actually think you're a baby, Riki." You groan, sitting down against his door. You cross your arms over your chest. "Please come back out."

Nothing but silence is heard from his room. You know damn well that he's not actually playing games and ignoring you. When he's mad, he'll pretend to be busy but he'll really just sit there trying to resist coming out of his room to kiss you.

"Say that you won't treat me like a baby anymore." you can tell by the sound of his voice that he's pouting. It makes you giggle.

"Is that all its going to take to get you to come out of your room?"

"You have to promise!" He yells back. You begin to feel bad. You can tell that he's serious that he doesn't want to be treated like a baby. He's so cute and pretty though that sometimes you can't help it. Sometimes you have to give things up for the greater good. And in this case, your boyfriend wasn't coming back out unless you gave up the baby-talk and pampering.

"Alright, Niki, I promise. I'll stop treating you like a baby." Upon hearing your promise, the door opens slightly. You look up to see your pretty boyfriend. He looks down at your sitting figure with a slight pout. Still so cute.

"Hi pretty boy." You stand from your spot on the floor. Niki opens the door wider and stands to the side, signaling for you to come in. You do just that. You step into his room which was dark from the lights being off and the windows being covered by the curtains.

Once you're fully inside the room, the door shuts behind you. Niki's hands find their way to your hips and he pushes you until your back hits the door. Heat rises to your cheeks when you realize why he's acting this way. He really does want to be treated like an adult.

He brought a hand up to cup your cheek before crashing his lips onto yours. You give a muffled gasp at his sudden action. Your hands quickly found the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Your lips seemed to mold together perfectly as if the two of you were made for each other. It may seem like he's being unnecessarily rough in him movements but his kisses are gentle as his thumb rubs circles on your cheek. Your heart flutters at the softness of his touch. You know that he could never bring himself to be rough with you.

Though, he still didn't seem satisfied. The hand that was once on your waist had snaked to the small of your back. He pulled you toward him until your bodies were flush against each other. His lips moved down to kiss your neck, setting warmth to every part of your skin he touches. Your fingers played with his hair while he bit the soft skin of your neck then soothed the mark with his tongue. Unbeknownst to you, he was melting under your touch even more than you, feeling you play with his hair. Of course he was whipped for you. He continued to leave marks on your neck and shoulders until he was satisfied with his work. He pulled away to look at you like you were like his own personal canvas.

"Ki, I-"

"I told you not to treat me like a baby." He deadpanned with a cold harsh glare as his fingers held your chin. His face moved close to yours, his lips hovering next to your ear. His voice caused a chill to run down your spine. "I'm not going to let that happen again, yeah?"

His fingers slid down to wrap around your throat, squeezing gently. You gasped slightly at his change in attitude. He had never once acted this way. Every new action was a surprise to you. His lips found themselves back on yours like a magnet. The pressure on your throat made your head spin. Niki could tell he was getting the reaction he wanted. It made his mind fuzzy seeing you like this.

Niki removed his lips from yours which were now swollen and red. He released his grip on your throat and brought a finger up to swipe your bottom lip. He chucked watching you gasp for air.

"Am I still a baby to you?" he asked, causing you to shake your head frantically. As cute as he was, you had to admit, he was so ungodly hot too. And, god, was that hot. "Good." Niki turned and walked away from you, leaving you confused.

"Niki, what was that-"

"Go away, I'm embarrassed." he whined, plopping onto the bed and throwing a blanket over himself and hiding his face. You burst out in a fit of laughter. He really was too adorable. "Shut up!" He sat up wielding a pillow which he threw full force at you, sending you landing on your ass. You sat on the floor laughing at how cute your boyfriend was.

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[mommynott]

Hii I don't know if you're still taking requests but plsss 🙏🙏 I need I need Dom!Theodore letting reader take control and ride him plsss absolutely need

Always taking requests sweet pea! Even if it takes me a little to get to them sometimes LOL

Anything for my sexy smut sluts 🫡💋

Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, chars 18+, college au, dom!theo, bf!theo, dombf!theo, PIV, riding, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, hickies, nipple play, dom&sub, creampie

Plap- “You’re Plap- So Plap- good”-Plap plap- Theo groans through his plows, one hand wrapped around your throat while his darkened gaze burns into yours. Beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and torso.

“Mmm-…Theo, baby?”

Through your whiney little whimpers, you manage to choke up your words. But Theodore didn’t stop. Not in the least, his hand tightened around your neck as he started to smack kisses to your jaw. “Hm?…Yes, Amore?” He asks in a deep growl, his thrusts moving at a slower pace now.

You glided your head to the side, making your eyes lock together through your heavy breathing. “Can I…Can I go on top?” Questioning him, you bat your lashes up at the Italian. Showing your full submissive side while you wait for his answer. Unsure of how this could even go.

Theodore’s eyes flickered between yours for a moment, his silver-chained cross hanging right in your face before his lips curled into a sinister smirk. “Since you asked so…nicely, I’ll allow it.” His voice held a hint of danger to it, arousing nonetheless. His strong hands moved to your hips as he laid back, pulling you on top of him as he did.

“Ride the cum out of me. Drain my fucking balls. But don’t you dare think of stopping until I’ve finished, understood?”

Of course, even having the tiniest bit of control over Theo, he still showed his dominant and assertive nature that seemed to come naturally to him. “Mhmmm- Understood.” You whispered, your hips bucking against him as your hands found their way into your own silky hair.

His nails dug into your hips, pushing you down his massive shaft harder as he rocked you faster against him. “Fuck-…That’s it, Tesoro. Just like that.” Moans slip freely from your swollen lips, your eyes glossing over as you fight to keep them open.

Theodore’s lips find their way to your hardened nipples, sucking on them with a burning need, his nails clawing so hard into your hips that it seems to break the skin. This time, he switches it up from the back-and-forth movement, lifting you slightly and thrusting along with your rhythm.

“Bouncing on my -Cazzo….cock…like such a good fucking girl..”

He hisses from his throat against your perked nipple before taking it between his teeth. Making sure to leave his marks all over your breasts because again…This is Theodore fucking Nott we’re talking about here. Does he ever fully let you take control?

“Gods- I love that dick!” The moans escaping your lips only getting louder by the second, Theo’s face buried between your tits, lost in the blissful pleasure of you. “Yeah, you fuckin’ do…fuck!- Finish with me, amore. Don’t hold back.” He husked into your sensitive flesh.

No edging. No punishment. No waiting. Oh, you were fucking taking this. Not waiting a second longer, you let your orgasm hit, creamy juices flowing down onto Theo’s cock. Your moans turning into screams of pleasure just as you feel the slight twitching from his shaft.

Theo’s seed was spilling inside of your juicy cunt, practically overflowing you with the sticky mess. His own body convulsing with sheer pleasure as he growls lowly between your chest, all in the while smothering your tits with sloppy kisses.

“You’re too fuckin’ good…Such a sight to see with you on top of me…Can’t get enough of you, amore”

Hehehe I hope yall liked this lil Drabble of our beloved dom!theo

As always asks and requests are open smut sluts 💋

Divider pinned in my masterlist 🌙

[angelic--kitty]

Hear Me Out- Werewolf Arlecchino- Omegaverse- KNOT... (Along with Size/height difference)...

Now I'm outta here.

knotting w/ werewolf!arlecchino

warnings: smut (mdni), transfem!arlecchino x sub!fem reader, penetration, size difference, knotting, biting, omegaverse dynamics, 'sir' for arle

a/n: happy 1st day of october!! i never participate in kinktober, but i feel like i should so... excuse my lateness. i will make a little schedule for myself and release it later today mwah 💋💋💋

you had never imagined your generally put-together girlfriend could ever become something so... aggressive.

you'd say desperate, but that adjective is far too fitting for the position you stand in now. or, rather, beneath her.

your ass is perched up in the air, her claws poking into your skin as she growls, fucking you back against her onto her cock. 'she's big' is just about the only thing running through your mind with every thrust.

it's noisy, it's messy, and the scent penetrates the entirety of your bedroom. you moan for her, listening to her soft grunts and mumbles about finally being able to take you in this form.

you hadn't known what a full, blood moon would do to her. but by the archons, was she unapologetic. the feeling of your cunt squeezing around her was enough to make her wish she could always be in this form. despite the adjustment your poor little pussy had to make, it was clear you were wetter than usual.

she brings you back down to earth with a hand around the back of your neck, her chest pressed to your skin. "darling-" she heaves. "i cannot hold on much longer... i need to know if i have your permission." she grits her teeth, ensuring your comfort despite her wicked desires.

you nod repeatedly, pathetically, begging her to knot you. aren't you so sweet? pleading for her to stretch you further than you've ever been. asking her to break you, to ruin you.

why, she just couldn't pass that offer up and deny a sweet thing like you, now could she?

she slams her hips into yours, her knot knocking against your cunt as she teases you, pushing further everytime until she finally presses it into you.

you cry out her name, trying to escape her firm hold, only for her to lean down and latch her teeth onto your shoulder. "sit still-" she grumbles, her hand spanning your hip as she fills you impossibly deeper.

"too much-! can't-" you wail, feeling her lap over the bite wound, finally popping her knot snugly inside of you before she came. "oh-" your protests disappeared as you felt the warmth fill you, settling into your belly as you go lax for her.

she snakes her hand to your front, stroking the bulge she makes before two fingers slide to your clit. she rubs circles, ensuring she brings you to climax one more time before settling the both of you on your sides.

she gently laps at your sweaty skin, leaving little butterfly kisses. "full..." you softly whine, shifting around, only for her to hold you still.

"hush," she kisses your cheek, squeezing your hip. "we'll be stuck like this for... some time. i suggest you close your eyes and rest. i will wake you when it is time to clean up."

you look up at her, eyes wide. "you did well." she praises you, kissing your forehead. "sleep."

as you close your eyes, her breath ghosts across your cheek. "i'll let you know when i'm ready to continue."

[intoxicated-chan]

Okay this is an idea I’ve had for a while but imagine Miguel hasn’t had time to fuck his s/o due to spider duties and Alchemax shenanigans. And they’re soooooo fucking horny typically they come to Miggy whenever they have this problem but they don’t want to bother him so they bring out some old tools. Their vibrators from before they started dating. Miguel comes home however right during the middle of you using one of them and he’s soooo mad cause he wants to fuck you. I’ll leave the rest of the fic up to you. 💋 Love you so much!!

You Set My Soul Alight

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ Miguel is always busy and leaving you in a mess. But you feel bad bothering him so you look for your past methods to get off.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “Supermassive Black Hole” by The Muse. Apologies this took a while.

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 1k

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, pet names (Mi amor, cariño) cock blocking, female masturbation, biting, blood, restraints, begging, choking, slightly mean Miguel…

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“Miguel.” You moaned out and pushed up against the kitchen counter.

You felt one hand slip under your shirt and, the other went down to your pants, tugging them down.

“Yes, mi amor?” Miguel whispered in your ear, “Use your words.”

“Please… Hurry.” You whined.

His body was up against you. His fingers lightly graze your skin in fear but still were attentive as possible. But you jolted when you felt a finger push inside you.

“Slow.” He murmured, “Slow.”

You continue to whine and moan as his finger moves in and out, then a second finger was added.

“Migu-!” His hand that was previously toying with your skin was now clammed over your mouth.

“So impatient.” He chuckled, “I ought to-“

His phone rings loudly and he curses rather loudly. Marching over it and answering it, talking to whoever was on the other side. But by the looks and sound, it wasn’t good news.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I have to head back to the office.” Miguel tells you.

“Go back? But you just got home a couple of hours ago.” You questioned.

“Well, they let the intern do the filings. I have to head back and fix their mistake.”

You watched him head up to the bathroom, leaving you flustered and bothered.

It wasn’t the first time something like this happened. Whenever Miguel had the chance to finally touch you, something always has to interrupt him.

It would’ve been fine if it was for the last couple of days, but it just had to be weeks!

Miguel grumbles in his office, looking over the mess the employees let the intern make. And what’s worse? Oh yeah, he has to go back to the headquarters before Peter B. does something stupid. Why did he leave that idiot in charge again?

He grumbles even more when he gets the notification on his laptop, more emails sent, and more paperwork to look over. Sometimes he wishes he could just ditch work and head back to you. But he knows he’s the boss and he couldn’t be doing that.

And it wasn’t the first time this happened…

You felt Miguel’s crotch press up against yours, his lips kissed down to your neck, placing light kisses before biting down.

Your hands come up to his hair, pulling him away from your neck. You watch him as he smirks, licking the blood off his lips.

“What did I say before?” He murmurs.

“Miguel.” You huffed, “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please-“ His watch rang, making his hiss.

He grabs it, pressing a few buttons. A screen pops up, it’s Gwen, “Yes?”

“Um, how bad would it be if about a dozen villains escaped?”

“Gwen, you do not need me there.”

“Normally, yes. But if it’s all of them…”

“All of them?! How?!”

“I just got here!”

“I’m on my way.” He sighs, “I’m sorry, cariño, it’s-“

“Don’t apologize.” You sit up, “Go, I can take care of this.” Gesturing to the still-bleeding wound.

“I love you.” He places a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, Miguel.”

It wasn’t just frustrating for him, it was you as well.

You wanted to beg him to stay a little longer, but at the same time, it felt selfish. The HQ would’ve fallen to pieces if Miguel wasn’t there to control the situation.

And now, you laid back on the bed. Usually, you’d keep yourself busy with your work but the ache between your legs was getting unbearable by the second.

You huffed and opened the bedside table, last drawer, and hidden under a blanket was your vibrator. It’s been a while since you last used it, it was before Miguel became slammed with work. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

You took a deep breath and let it out, relaxing. With it up against your clit, you pressed the button. The vibrations made you jolt and your breath hitched. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall into your imagination while pleasure flows throughout your body.

You missed his touch. The way he made you feel. How careful he was with you like you were made of glass. But once he was sure of himself, he’d let himself go.

The way his hands come to your throat, squeezing it before his hands traveled down. But your favorite part is when he finally got to bite your neck. You knew it was his favorite and he wasn’t going to admit it.

Those nights that were pure bliss always heeded carefully, he wanted to be sure that you were okay and-

“Didn’t think you’d miss me this much.” Miguel leans on the door frame. Watching you cover yourself you, “No, no, don’t stop on my account.”

“I-I thought-“

“Yeah, the others had it handled. Came back home once I learned.” Miguel closes the door as he enters the shared bedroom, “So, what’s this?” Snatching the now turned-off toy, “How long have you been using this?”

“Just now.” You tell him.

He climbs onto the bed, “Am I really that disappointing in bed?” Miguel forces your legs open and pulls you closer to him, “Is that the only thing that can get you off?” He starts stripping himself.

“No! You’re more than enough.” You try to sit up but he pushes you back down.

“Then tell me why do you still have these?”

“B-Because you’re so busy, I didn’t want to bother you.”

As if his smirk couldn’t get anymore wider, “All you had to do was use your words.” Miguel holds your hands up against the headboard, using his webbing to keep them secure, “So, tell me. ¿Qué quieres?” (What do you want?)

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me, Miguel.”

“See, was that so hard?” He chuckles.

He doesn’t bother wasting time preparing, he shoved himself in a single thrust. His hand comes to your throat, apply pressure.

Your legs tightly wrap around him, if he wasn’t already close to you, he is now.

“I’ve got a lot of making up to you.” He growls, “We have all day for it, keep your eyes on me and I’ll give you want you want.”

© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copy, translated, or put my work on any other platform without my permission.

[lvmazzy]

- playing dangerous !

summary: Heesung doesn't hide his favoritism for his girl in the kpop industry.

pairing: manager!heeseung x idol!fem!reader

word/character count: 6K / 6297

warnings: grammatical errors, profanity, implied sex, obscenity, kpop, gg kpop, favoritism, affair between co-workers...

gender: little smut, fluff(?), funny(??)

author's notes: hihi my luvs!! I'm finally back. it's my first time writing something about enhypen and a little more raunchy, sooo I hope you like it! don't forget to give your feedback which is very important. xoxo 💋

It was a fact that Heeseung had a soft spot for you. From the day he saw you practicing in the rehearsal room, he certainly saw potential, charisma and beauty.

Your kpop group wasn't as acclaimed and recognized yet and that frustrated you. But things changed when you met Heeseung, he was a nice, young and extremely attractive guy - sinful thoughts ran through your mind making you dizzy - you saw how excited he was to be your new manager and help elevate your career.

Your dream was to be famous, the fame, the lust, the spotlight was your dream and Heeseung sure promised you all of that.

Things started to look better since you entered into an agreement with Heeseung, he was a great agent and manager. Album sales were up, views were growing, listeners on spotify were increasing and all of this was thanks to your manager Heeseung.

You were eternally grateful and happy for all your manager's work, he even increased your distribution lines on songs, invested in sponsors, in other words, you were the center of everything!

It was late at night when you had just come off another successful stage. You looked radiant, with rosy cheeks, hair on your forehead from dancing, and a breathtakingly flawless outfit.

The ecstasy was visible on your face as you entered your dressing room. Looking at yourself in the mirror, admiring every detail, so wrapped up in the countless compliments, you suddenly felt a pair of hands on your waist which made you jump in fright.

"Heeseung! You scared me!" you say with wide eyes and a hand on your heart.

"sorry my little kitten, I just came here to congratulate you." your stomach filled with butterflies at the nickname making you blush. Then immediately he pulled you closer to himself. In response, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"you were amazing tonight, I'm so proud of you..." Heeseung whispered as he distributed several kisses with light bites on your neck, making you shiver with every touch.

"Heeseung... we.... can't....." it was almost a whisper. You tried to form coherent sentences, but Heeseung's kisses became hotter and hotter.

"why not? We've done it several times right here, remember?" he let out a nasal laugh after saying that, looking at your face with that seductive smile you couldn't resist. "or do you prefer my house?"

you paused for a moment and thought... your chest rising and falling because of the accelerated breathing. That's when you cracked a mischievous smile that made Heeseung smile too. "I get it, you really are a nasty girl." after saying that, he pulls you out of the dressing room and takes you to his car.

The ride was quiet and calm, you realized how attractive Heesung was tonight. The way he held the steering wheel and how his hair was slightly messy made you bite your lip trying to contain it.

Heeseung quickly noticed your behavior and brought one of his hands to your thigh and began to caress it slowly. He was teasing you, you knew him too well to know that kind of game.

When you finally arrived at his house, you quickly kissed him with all your strength and desperation.

He pinned you to the door and sunk his lips into yours, making your tongues roll together in sync. You gave a soft moan, which made Heeseung go crazy.

"i didn't know you were that needy." Heeseung said with a malicious smile on his face and with one of his eyebrows raised.

"shut up." You pursed your lips again and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Heesung held you and led you to your room, you had come here several times before and never seemed to change.

He laid you down on the bed gently with your lips still attached and pulled away for a moment, making you moan from the lack of contact.

"patience princess." he pulled off his shirt revealing the toned body you adored. It was quite a sight.

Moving closer to you, Heeseung began to distribute kisses on your thighs making you dizzy with pleasure.

"what? Cat got your tongue? Tell me what you want." a smug smile appeared on his lips.

"you..."

"hmm I don't think you've convinced me." he says pulling away leaving you frustrated and looking at your face that was almost closed.

"I want you, please. I want to feel you." you say under your breath making him smile in response.

He kissed you once again hovering above and lowered his lips on your neck leaving several bites. At this point you could only moan softly and try to keep your eyes open.

"you know how much I love this skirt on you, it's a shame we don't need it right now." with one action, he takes off your skirt throwing it in any corner on the floor.

You pull him into a desperate, passionate kiss, as his hands roam all over your body, squeezing and caressing.

He runs his thumb across your lips and caresses them, as you look up at him with the brightest eyes.

"you're a mess, princess." he says laughing as he stands mesmerized by you. In response, you gently kiss his thumb.

Suddenly, you both hear a low purr coming from the floor snapping you out of your trance.

"what...." you say confused.

It's then that a white ball of fur climbs onto the bed disturbing your moment.

"ownn it's just Yoon. I miss you my love." you say stroking and kissing Heeseung's cat several times, making him snort.

"okay okay, now we're at an important moment you know?" he retorts taking the cat off his lap and putting it away from you on the bed.

"i don't think she wants to see what her parents are about to do."

"what if she decides to watch?" he says to you in a teasing way while taking off your shirt.

"that would be pretty weird." you said a little out of breath because of Heeseung.

"I think she'll like that view." he says not stopping to look at you, specifically, your body that was only in your bra.

In response, you rolled your eyes and hit his shoulder playfully making him laugh.

"sorry, but you're always so hot, my star."

"oh my, what a corny nickname!" you say groaning in embarrassment making you both laugh.

"deep down you found it exciting."

"Heeseung if you don't shut your mouth I swear I'm going home."

"okay, I'm done!" he said in yielding, waving his hands in the air. "where were we? ah, yeah, the part where I take off all your clothes. Shit, you're so beautiful!"

"Heeseung focus!"

"right, sorry."

original by @lvmazzy , 2023

[rosenclaws]

Because of yesterday's headcanon about Leopold, I would like to request a smut leopold x reader where the reader just rides him, (and overstimulates him👀) praises him (cuz he has praise kink) and a lot of scratching and kissing☺️

(If you're not comfortable with this request, it's totally fine but I just really NEED a leopold smut fic, and you're the only blog I know that actively writes for Leopold so... 💋)

a/n: I FINALLY FINISHED IT OMG. Thank you for the request and my god I love Leopold. I am a ride he would not survive. Local Victorian man dies from too much sex. Anyways thanks for requesting and I really hope you like it <33

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, riding, creampie, scratching, sub!Leo, overstimulation.

Time has appeared to stop. The ticking of the clock fades into the background as the sounds of you and Leopold overpower anything else. It's quite dirty if you think about it. The moonlight shines through the windows, illuminating the room. The light hits Leopold just right. You can see the sweat on his skin. The sheen on his arms as he flexes them with every movement.

Fingers gripping tightly into your sides. His chest is heaving, desperately gasping for air. Yet his eyes shine with nothing but pure joy, fogged over from pleasure and a lust he's never experienced before.

It's amazing. It's exhilarating. Every nerve of his is on fire. He's never felt more alive, more loved. He's got his head tilted up, wide eyes with a blissful smile.

You grab his chin and pull him in for a desperate kiss. Tongues fighting each other, lips moving in sync. It's sloppy and gorgeous and feels so good. You press messy kisses to the corner of his mouth and down his jaw. He tilts his head back as a quiet whimper leaves his lips when you sink your teeth into his shoulder.

"My love..." Leopold groans as you move your hips faster and faster. His hands slip down to your thighs. Fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

"Hm? Yes Leo." You purr, a devilish grin as you tilt his head back to face you. His hair is sticking to his forehead and he looks so handsome.

"Feels..so marvelous." He pants.

"Yeah, you feel fucking amazing Leo. So big, so perfect." You gently place your hand on the back of his head, pressing his face into your chest and he happily licks and sucks every inch of skin he can.

"My pretty boy." Your nails slowly scratch the back of his head.

He's like your perfect pet. So eager to please, so cute, so desperate. You bounce on his cock with the perfect rhythm. Whining at the feeling of his fat cock deep inside of you. Every vein presses against your walls. Stretching you to the brim. Filling you so snugly.

Your hands slip to his back. Scratching down his toned back until there's marks of red. He groans loudly at the feeling. Forehead pressed against your chest, mouth wide open as the pain and pleasure mix together into the sweetest feeling he's ever felt. Leopold isn't going to last. He knows it. How could he when he's got someone as perfect as you riding him like there's no tomorrow.

"I can't-" He's cut off by a moan as you grind your hips against him. Shifting your hips slowly.

"It's okay pretty boy, just let me take care of you." You kiss him gently, slowly.

Pushing him to lay back. Nails scratching down his chest as he relaxes on the pillow. He's in awe as you pick up the pace and bounce on his cock again. He can't tear his eyes away from just where the two of you are joined. Watching as his cock disappears into you over and over. Where you're melded together in your most vulnerable states. It's all too much.

Leopold's eyes squeeze shut as he comes hard. You sigh as your hips start to slow their pace. His warm cum spurts from his cock, filling you up. He breathes deep as he starts to come down from his high.

"M'sorry my love." His words slur slightly as the pleasure fogs his brain.

You brush the hair out of his face. Leaning down to kiss him. God he's so hot. His cock starts to slip out and you move your hips down to keep him inside of you. He moans loudly, feeling overstimulated by the feeling of his cum and your cunt together. He can feel it dripping down onto him.

"Too...Too much." You shush him gently. Placing your hands on his chest you start to move slow and tortuously. He knows what to say if he really wants to stop. You had that conversation before diving into the world of hot sex with your boyfriend. There's just something so hot about this whole thing. Your beautiful. So bloody beautiful.

"I haven't finished yet baby..." Your voice is like honey as you lightly scratch his chest.

"Don't you wanna make me feel good?" He nods frantically.

The commanding tone of your voice sends his brain into a tizzy. Yes. He'd do anything to make you happy, anything to make you cry and moan with pleasure.

"That's a good boy, so nice. My good boy." He keens at the praise and you start to fuck yourself gently, using him like a toy and he is happy to submit.

"Please please, I love you. I need to please you." The words tumblr from his mouth without shame. What man in their right mind would be ashamed by this.

As his brain turns to mush all he can think about is making you happy, as happy as you make him. Anything you desire is yours. He grabs your hands and locks his fingers with yours. Letting you squeeze them as you grow more desperate. He brings one of your hands to his lips. Kissing them sweetly. You smile at him, a tired but blissed out smile. Your eyes are full of love and so are his.

This is what heaven feels like. Pure ecstasy. And he never wants to leave.

[angelanderson]

jackson!ellie x reader 💌💋

cw: dom!ellie, subspace, mostly fluffy!!!! + cannonverse & light smut (r!receiving). mdni!

jackon!ellie loves coming home to you after a long day. she adores her sweet, sweet girl. her favorite days are the ones where you’re waiting for her to get home all doe-eyed and needy for her. the days where you just want to be all reliant on her. she loves to take care of her girl; she can’t deny it!

on your shared days off, ellie will have you feeling floaty the second you’re both awake. your clothes will be picked out for you before your hair is braided by her. each stroke of the soft bristled brush she found you makes your brain feel more and more like honey. ellie always attaches a strip of an old t-shirt tied into a bow to the end now. you quickly became obsessed with ribbon after seeing a girl sport one in a pre-apocalypse magazine.

ellie can barely get things done on those days; you become so clingy with her. when ellie wants to shower, you demand to sit outside and incoherently chat with her. she’ll cut up your afternoon snack of strawberries into little hearts just to see the way you smile at her. the heart-shaped snack tastes even better knowing that ellie traded them just for you. you’re practically glued to her the entire day.

eventually, as always expected, you get real needy for ellie. you need something only she can fix. ellie knows exactly what you’re needing from her the second you pull your doe eyes on her. she won’t deny you when you’re like this; you’re just too angelic for her. you’re always taken care of the second you start begging with her, looking up with those pretty little eyes.

ellie can’t help but shove you onto the bed, no matter how sweet the moment is. she’ll coax orgasm after orgasm out of you. her fingers and tongue have your back arching away the bed, soaking your shared bed. “‘s okay angel, you can give me another”, “such a good girl” and “oh yeah? you like that?”, and “looking so good for me, my perfect girl” are the words you hear all night. her voice drips honey, leaving your cunt soaking for her to use all night.

“oh, my sleepy girl. let’s get all cozy for bed now,” she coos after you’ve given her all you could. she presses a kiss to your forehead. you give her one back between giggles. jackson!ellie lives for these moments with you.

[rotthepoet]

Theo likes to appear to be so nonchalant, so cool, so unbothered, as if he got everything under control. Like nothing can get under his skin but that's EXACTLY why it's so fun to tease him n test how much it'll take to watch his restraint snaps (which isn't much tbh) 😼🤞

Going in for a hug? We're just hugging him extra tightly, pressing our lower half against his lower region extra harder, n inhaling his scent and he KNOWS

Sitting on his lap? Well of course it just so happens that we're wearing one of his big sweater w nothing underneath and batting our lashes up at him 🌚 totally accidental and a silly innocent mistake on our part

Hours, days, weeks, I DONT CARE IM GOING TO TEASE THAT MAN AND WATCH HIS RESTRAINTS CRACK

Anyways, have a beautiful day pookie 💋

- 🎹

Queen. I wrote like half of this and then i accidentally deleted it all. Lets have a moment of silence 😔 … now that its passed THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME I LOVE YOU AND I’LL NEVER MAKE YOU WAIT THIS LONG AGAIN

The Quidditch team had a very, no, outrageously stupid idea. Each and every one of them would practice celibacy for the week of the upcoming championship game. Seven whole days without sex. This included your amazing, wonderful, slightly pretentious boyfriend Theodore.

This did not sit right with you.

In fact, it sat so not right with you that you couldn’t help but… sabotage this game.

At first it was small things, your touch lingering too long on his bicep or thigh. Shifting your hips a little too much when he spooned you. Licking stray cream from your fingers at dinner.

But that didnt seem to work, no, it seemed like Theodore Nott hadnt been affected at all!(and you don’t know this, but he is DYING inside trying to not fuck you then and there)

So on day three you amp it up a little. You caught him right after quidditch practice, sweat dripping down his nose, and eyes wide as you practically throw yourself at him. Normally you wouldn’t touch him before a shower, but fuck has 3 days without sex made you a mess. Plus. You had to win this game.

You throw your arms around his neck, and his eyes glance down just enough to see the lowcut top youre wearing as your tits press against his chest. He suppresses a groan as you jump into his arm, forcing him to grab the plush skin of your thighs to support you. You, being extra bold today, kissed the side of his neck, tasting his salty skin beneath your lips as you take a deep breath and shiver. Maybe you were horny, but he didnt smell nearly as bad as he usually did after practice. Thats the point he put you down, kissing your forehead. “Four more days, bella…” he mumbled against your skin, before he grabbed your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look up at his dead eyes. “Knock it off or it’s going to be longer.”

“You wouldn’t last.”

“Oh, no. I’ll still be cumming. You just won’t be.”

His smirk as he walked off sent shivers down your spine and to the heat pooling in your panties.

On day five, you’ve had enough. You walked around your room, wearing nothing but a black, lacy thong and Theodores quidditch jersey. His name was proudly printed on the back, and you wore it like a badge of honor. And really, it was just too cute to not show off.

One text to Theo, asking for help on your DADA homework, and he was at your door in moments.

His face went a stark white the moment he saw you, his body shaking slightly from the overwhelming urge to take you right there.

You kissed his cheek in greeting, pulling him to a chair at your desk and sitting right down in his lap as usual.

“What are you doing?” He asks, voice raw and cracking slightly as he forced his gaze away.

You only shift slightly, your ass pressed against his groin while he stifles a groan. “This is where I always sit. Everything okay, teddy?” You ask.

“Fuck this.”

And within a second, your cheek is being pressed against the wood of your desk as Theodore leans over you, rutting his clothed hips against your plush ass. You win the game, by the way, you win it for SEVERAL hours.

Theodore loses his shit when he learns that no one else participated in the game, and he could have been balls deep in his girl on day one.

[stopaskinf]

💋Ateez as Sugar Babies💋

Genre: Fluff, mildly suggestive

A/N: This is for me and @jjongbearshoney 🫡 also, in the process of making a masterlist and bio in general 🫡 do with that what you will

💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Hongjoong- Insane. He’ll become unhealthily attached to you, even if he tries to keep it professional. He’s ridiculously jealous and possessive around anyone and everyone, especially in public settings. He is borderline bratty with his attitude, whether because he wants his Balmain bag NOW or you’re not paying him enough attention.

| “Mama.”

“Yes, Baby?”

“Who were you on the phone with?”

He looks at you with a piercing glare, but the numerous black and purple hickies covering his upper body make him seem like a declawed kitten. You roll your eyes; he does this all the time.

“A coworker, baby.”

“Which one? What’s their name? The fuck are they calling you so late for? Don’t they have someone else to bother?”

“Baby, he’s new. He needs a little extra help.”

“Yeah, a little extra help into your pants.”

“Jesus Christ. How bout this, I’ll take you with me to work today to show you that he’s harmless. Hm?”

His face lights up deviously. He throws himself out of your shared bed to fix his bedhead and to wear his most revealing outfit. He can’t wait to show up your new employee. |

Seonghwa- He is such a sweet boy; hardly asks for anything, even though you constantly tell him you have money for him to spend. He uses his weekly allowance on Legos and games. He wants to be as good as possible for you.

| His head lazily lays on your lap as you gently scratch his scalp. He pays you no mind; he’s too absorbed in his newly bought Legos.

“Your roots are growing out, Star.”

“Are they, Mama?”

“Mmhm. How ‘bout I schedule you a haircut? Maybe, even dye it a new color.”

He fiddles with his finished legos and gives a small pout. He thought you liked the silver hair.

“...Ok, Mama.”

“Don’t be so pouty, Star. You know Mama loves whatever you do.”

You gently grab the sides of his head to lean down and kiss him on the forehead. He feels the imprint of Chanel lipstick stain his forehead and smiles up at you.

“Love you, Mama.” |

Yunho- He makes you feel like you adopted a large house dog. Ridiculously energetic, adorable, and lovesick. Like Seonghwa most of his allowance goes towards gaming and food; however, whatever he has left, he uses to buy lingerie. He likes to feel pretty for you.

| Yunho without fail will greet you at your shared home with a kiss and a crushing hug.

“Hi, Mama.”

“Hi, baby.”

He lays his head on your shoulder and rubs himself into your expensive Gucci suit. He tries to be more of a house husband than a sugar baby; He feels more like a golden retriever to you.

“‘Missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby. You did anything special while I was gone?”

His face perks up from your shoulder.

“Yeah! I played some games and I went shopping with Mingi. I bought something…special.”

“Oh? Well, let me get out of my work clothes, so you can show me the special thing you bought.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” |

Yeosang: This man is incredibly awkward😭. I can only see him getting involved with this because of Wooyoung or by pure accident; there is no in-between. He keeps his allowance in his bank account and only uses it for necessities or others. The money isn’t his concern; he’s too focused on you and your happiness.

| “How come you didn’t use the money I sent you, Puppy?”

He feels his cheeks heat up; not sure if it’s due to your direct questioning or the onslaught of bites and kisses, he turns away.

“C’mon, Pup. Was it not enough?”

“No…I just feel bad.”

Your head shoots up.

“Why?”

“‘Feels weird, Mama.”

“Oh, Puppy.”

You snuggle into him and give him a small kiss on his neck. You can see how red his ears are.

“I like spending money on you. Be more selfish with me. I can handle a few blows, Pup.”

He looks at the crown of your head; he can feel your breath tickle his neck.

“Ok, Mama.” I

Mingi- The most spoiled princess known to man. He gets attached to you so quick. Constant texts and calls that don’t even have to do with your agreement. He just loves you; the allowance is the cherry on top. Buys anime merch, food, games. He basically blows through his allowance every time. Another one who loves to buy lingerie, especially lacy stockings and collars. He wants to be your obsession.

I “Mama, look.”

He comes into your bedroom with a black cat ears headband and a bell collar.

You give a low whistle and motion him closer. He loyally follows.

“Don’t you look so pretty, Hun. Like a little black cat.”

One of your hands pat his hair while the other smooths itself under his collar to stretch it closer to you. He gives you a toothy smile as he blushes a soft pink.

“I bought a set to match.”

“Oh yeah? Lemme have a look, Princess.” |

San- He’s a bit more shy about being spoiled. He’s not ashamed about it, but the idea of someone taking such good care of him gives him butterflies. He gets attached almost as fast as Mingi. He uses his allowance for food, plushies, and on you. He likes to pick both your outfits; it makes y’all feel like a real couple.

I He lays down in his single bedroom surrounded by a mountain of plushies you bought him. He misses you. He wonders about asking to move in with you. He knows you’d let him; you never say no to him. His phone rings and he knows it’s you.

“Hi, Mama.”

“Hi, Handsome.”

He smiles into Shiber.

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing. Thinking about you.”

“Really?” He hears you smile through the phone.

“Mhm.”

“Well, I’m ‘bout to get off of work, so, why don’t I pick you up and take you home.”

“I’d like that.”

He’ll ask you tonight. I

Wooyoung- Brat of the century. He lives to get on your nerves and max out your card. A strict allowance is necessary with him because he’ll bleed you dry. He’s ungodly attached to you. He’ll demand attention every day, and he’ll make sure he gets it.

I “Mama. Ma. Mama.”

You take a deep sigh. You love Wooyoung so much, but he can be obnoxious.

“Yes, kitty?”

“Pay attention to me.”

You pinch your nose bridge and narrow your eyes. You need to finish your work.

“In a minute, kitty. I have to finish this assignment.”

He gives an exaggerated pout. You haven’t paid him mind all day. He’ll fix that.

You feel something rubbing your calf causing you to almost jump out of your seat.

“Jesus christ! What the fu-Jung Wooyoung!”

“Hi, Mommy.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing down there?”

“Helping you finish your work! Now lay back.”

He pisses you off so bad. I

Jongho- The only one who seems to keep it professional; he never asks for more allowance. He’s never more flirtatious than he needs to be. Honestly, he almost feels a bit cold in your interactions. You feel the business in your relationship. Little do you know, he’s been saving his allowance to buy a place together.

I He lays down in your bed with his hair ruffled from sleep. The white of your sheets contrasting his honey skin makes him look like a cherub on a cloud. You try to leave the bed slowly, so you can get to work on time; suddenly, you feel a hand gripping you. As if it

“Stay.”

You look over. Jongho, still half asleep, sinking into the pillow reached his hand out to grab you.

“Baby bear, I need to work.”

“Mhm mhm.” He shakes his head slightly.

“I’ll be late.”

He refuses to let go; that simple, rare action is enough to get you to stay. I

[gpcwsl]

Lia wälti x reader , arsenal won’t renew readers contract meaning she will play for a new club next season. Sad convo with Lia but they both promise it’s not the end of them

Warnings: short, kissing?

Lia Wälti x Reader:

Title: See You Later

MasterList

You always thought you’d stay at Arsenal forever. It had been your dream club since you were a kid, the badge on your shirt feeling like home no matter where you played. But football, as you had learned over the years, had a way of shattering even the strongest attachments.

The meeting had been brief, clinical. The club had decided not to renew your contract. Their reasoning was clear—financial constraints, a new direction, younger talent coming in. They thanked you for your service and wished you well for the future. But none of it softened the blow.

Now, you were sitting in your car outside the training ground, staring blankly at the steering wheel. The words from the meeting played on a loop in your head.

“We’re sorry, but…”

“This is a business decision…”

“We wish you the best…”

You didn’t cry—not yet. You were too stunned, too overwhelmed. Instead, you pulled out your phone and texted the one person you needed to see.

You: Can I come over?

My Love ❤️: Always xx 💋

When you arrived at Lia’s apartment, the second the door opened, her concern was immediate. Her arms wrapped around you tightly before you even said a word, her lips brushing softly against your temple in reassurance.

“What’s wrong?” she murmured, her voice filled with worry.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, burying your face in the crook of her neck. “They’re not renewing my contract,” you finally whispered, your voice trembling.

Lia froze for a moment, the words sinking in, before she tilted your chin up so she could look into your eyes. “They’re what?” she said, disbelief written all over her face.

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded, the tears welling up again. Lia’s expression softened, and she cupped your face in her hands. “Oh, baby,” she whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

The tenderness of her gesture made you break, a sob escaping your lips. She pulled you back into her arms, her hands running soothingly up and down your back. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured into your hair.

When you pulled back slightly, your faces were inches apart. Lia’s thumb wiped away a stray tear from your cheek, and her lips brushed yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It was sweet, comforting, and full of unspoken promises.

Later that evening, the two of you sat together on the couch, your legs tangled under a shared blanket. Lia had made you tea, though hers sat untouched on the table as she stared off into the distance, clearly still trying to process the news.

“Do you know where you’ll go?” she asked softly, finally breaking the silence.

You shook your head. “Not yet. I’ve had some offers, but nothing feels… right. Not yet.”

Lia nodded, her hand reaching out to take yours. “You don’t have to rush. We’ll figure this out together.”

Her words were comforting, but you couldn’t stop the tears that welled up again. “I just… I don’t want to leave you, Lia. I don’t know how to do this without you.”

Her heart broke at the sight of your tears. She shifted closer, cupping your face in her hands. “Look at me,” she said firmly, waiting until your gaze met hers. “You’re not losing me. No matter where you go, no matter how far away, I’m yours. Always.”

You let out a shaky breath, leaning into her touch. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because I love you,” she said simply, her voice steady and full of conviction.

Before you could respond, her lips found yours in a kiss that was slow and full of emotion. It wasn’t rushed or frantic—it was Lia grounding you, reminding you of the strength of your bond. Her hands slid into your hair as she deepened the kiss slightly, pouring all her love and reassurance into it.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested against yours. “We’ll make this work,” she whispered. “I promise.”

Your last day at Arsenal came far too quickly. After the farewell gathering, you and Lia stayed behind on the training pitch, the place where so many of your memories together had been made.

The sun had set, and the floodlights bathed the pitch in a soft glow. Lia stood in front of you, her hands resting on your waist as she studied your face.

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” she said softly. “It doesn’t feel real.”

You reached up to cup her cheek, your thumb brushing over her skin. “I don’t want to leave you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

“You’re not leaving me,” Lia said, her voice breaking slightly. “Not really. We’ll still see each other. I’ll visit you, or you’ll visit me, and…” She trailed off, her tears finally spilling over.

“Hey,” you said gently, pulling her into a hug. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, and you could feel her tears soaking into your shoulder. “It’s not goodbye. It’s just… see you later.”

Lia pulled back just enough to look at you, her blue eyes glistening with tears. “Promise me,” she said, her voice trembling.

You nodded, leaning in to kiss her. It was soft at first, but the longer your lips stayed together, the more the emotion spilled over. The kiss was full of desperation, love, and the unspoken fear of the distance to come. Lia’s hands moved to your back, holding you as close as possible, as if she could imprint this moment into her memory.

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads pressed together, Lia’s breath mingling with yours. “I promise,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her lips brushed yours again, a featherlight kiss this time. “So do I.”

[pucksandpower]

Training Season

Day 7 → Virginity Loss 💋 Toto Wolff

Warnings: 18+ content

Kinktober Masterlist

Toto carries you into the penthouse suite, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft click. The city hums beneath you, a distant pulse of life, but inside, it’s just the two of you.

You feel the warmth of his chest through the fabric of your wedding gown, your heart fluttering in your chest. Toto’s grip is firm, protective, but there’s a tenderness in the way he holds you, as though he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go.

“You’re trembling,” Toto murmurs, his voice low, almost reverent. He lowers you gently onto the plush bed, eyes never leaving yours. “Are you nervous?”

You manage a small nod, fingers twisting in the delicate lace of your dress. “A little,” you admit, though nervous doesn’t quite capture the whirl of emotions inside you. Anticipation, excitement, fear — they all tangle together, leaving you breathless. “I don’t really know … what to do.”

Toto’s smile is reassuring, a calm in the storm of your thoughts. He kneels beside you, his hand brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, the touch sending shivers down your spine. “You don’t have to do anything,” he says softly, fingers trailing down to the zipper of your dress. “Just relax. I’ll take care of everything.”

You watch him as he slowly lowers the zipper, the sound of it almost too loud in the silence of the room. The air is thick with unspoken words, with the weight of what’s about to happen. You swallow hard, your pulse quickening as Toto’s hands glide over the fabric, gently easing the dress off your shoulders.

His movements are unhurried, deliberate. There’s no rush, no urgency in the way he undresses you, only a deep, almost reverential care. The dress slips down, pooling around your waist, and Toto leans in, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, his lips warm against your skin.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, the word carrying the weight of everything he’s feeling. You close your eyes, letting the sensation of his lips, his hands, his presence wash over you. It’s overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

Toto’s hands are on your waist now, lifting you slightly to pull the dress the rest of the way off. He lays it carefully over a chair, then turns back to you, his eyes dark, intense. There’s a hunger there, but also something deeper, something that makes your breath catch in your throat.

You watch as he reaches up, fingers finding the pins in your hair. “May I?” He asks, and you nod, too breathless to speak. One by one, he removes the pins, each one a delicate, almost ritualistic motion. Your hair tumbles down around your shoulders, and Toto runs his fingers through it, his touch so gentle it almost brings tears to your eyes.

“There,” he says softly, his voice full of something you can’t quite name. “Perfect.”

He steps back for a moment, as if taking in the sight of you, committing every detail to memory. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, clad only in your lingerie, feeling more exposed than you ever have in your life. But there’s no judgment in his gaze, only admiration, respect, and a deep, unwavering love.

Toto kneels in front of you, his large hands cradling your face. “Are you alright?” He asks, his voice gentle, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek.

“I … I’m okay,” you whisper, though your voice trembles. “Just … it’s all a bit much.”

His eyes soften, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “We can take our time,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “There’s no need to rush.”

You nod, a lump forming in your throat. You’ve waited for this, for him, and now that the moment is here, it feels almost surreal. You reach out, your hand finding his, and you hold on, needing the connection, the reassurance that this is real.

Toto stands, gently guiding you to lie back on the bed. He hovers over you, his eyes searching yours as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. “I want you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable,” he says, his voice serious, but still full of that same tenderness. “If you want to stop at any point, just say the word. Okay?”

“Okay,” you breathe, feeling a wave of relief at his words. You know he means it, that he would stop in an instant if you asked him to, and that knowledge calms the storm of nerves inside you. You trust him completely, more than you’ve ever trusted anyone.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss that starts slow, almost tentative, as if he’s giving you a chance to pull away. But you don’t. You lean into it, into him, feeling the tension in your body slowly start to unravel as the kiss deepens.

His hands begin to explore, tracing the curve of your waist, the softness of your thighs, every touch sending sparks of electricity through your veins. It’s like he’s mapping out every inch of you, committing it all to memory.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your lips, and the sincerity in his voice makes your heart ache. He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. “Are you still okay?”

You nod, feeling a blush rise in your cheeks. “Yes,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “I’m … I’m okay.”

Toto smiles, that soft, almost boyish smile that always manages to disarm you. “Good,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Because I want to make you feel good. Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” you breathe, and you mean it. There’s no hesitation, no doubt. You trust him with everything you are, everything you have.

“Good,” he repeats, and there’s a flash of something darker in his eyes, something that sends a thrill of anticipation through you. He kisses you again, deeper this time, his hands sliding under the straps of your lingerie, slowly pulling them down your shoulders.

There’s a deliberate slowness to his movements, a care in the way he undresses you, as if he’s savoring every moment, every inch of your skin he uncovers. He’s in control, but not in a way that feels overbearing. It’s a gentle dominance, a guiding hand that makes you feel safe, cherished.

The lingerie falls away, and you’re completely bare beneath him. Toto’s breath catches as he takes in the sight of you, his eyes darkening with desire. But there’s still that undercurrent of reverence, of awe, as if he can’t quite believe you’re real.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs again, the word a soft caress against your skin. He leans down, his lips tracing a path from your neck to your collarbone, his hands following the curve of your body.

You gasp at the sensation, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you as he continues his exploration, his touch setting your skin on fire. It’s all so overwhelming, so intense, but you don’t want it to stop. You don’t want him to stop.

“Toto,” you breathe, your voice trembling with a mix of need and uncertainty. “I … I don’t know what to do.”

He lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours, and there’s nothing but love and understanding in his gaze. “You don’t have to do anything, schatzi,” he says softly, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “Just lay back and relax. Let me take care of you.”

You nod, swallowing hard as you try to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You’re still nervous, still unsure, but there’s a comfort in his words, in the way he’s looking at you.

Toto shifts slightly, pressing a kiss to your lips, then to your neck, his lips moving lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands follow, tracing every curve, every dip of your body, his touch both gentle and possessive.

You feel like you’re drowning in sensation, in him, and it’s both terrifying and exhilarating. Every kiss, every touch, every whispered word makes you feel like you’re floating, like you’re weightless, completely at his mercy.

And yet, despite the intensity of it all, there’s a softness to the way Toto is with you, a care that makes you feel safe, protected. You’ve never felt more vulnerable, but at the same time, you’ve never felt more cherished.

His hands glide over your thighs, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips. Toto’s eyes flick up to yours, checking, making sure you’re still with him. You nod, giving him the reassurance he needs, and he smiles, that soft, boyish smile that makes your heart melt.

He leans down, his lips finding yours in a kiss that’s both tender and demanding, and you lose yourself in it, in him. Everything else fades away, the world narrowing down to just the two of you, to this moment.

Toto shifts, his hand slipping between your thighs, and you tense for a moment, a small wave of anxiety washing over you. But then his touch softens, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin, and the anxiety melts away, replaced by a warmth that spreads through your entire body.

“You’re alright,” Toto murmurs against your lips, his voice soothing, reassuring. “I’ve got you.”

You nod, unable to find your voice, but he understands. He always understands.

Toto’s fingers continue their gentle exploration, the soft pads of his fingertips brushing against the most sensitive part of you. You tense slightly, the unfamiliar sensation sending a rush of heat through your body, but Toto doesn’t stop. Instead, he slows down, his touch lighter, more deliberate, as if coaxing a response from you.

“Do you feel that?” He murmurs, his voice low, his breath warm against your neck. “Right here, this little bundle.” His thumb gently circles the area, and you can’t help the soft gasp that escapes your lips. The sensation is strange, almost overwhelming, and you feel a flush of heat rise to your cheeks.

“Toto … I … I don’t know,” you stammer, your voice trembling with confusion and a bit of panic. “What’s happening? It feels … strange.”

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, and you see nothing but patience and understanding there. “That’s your clitoris,” he explains gently, his voice steady, reassuring. “It’s incredibly sensitive, and when touched the right way, it can make you feel very good. It’s all about pleasure, schatzi.”

You blink up at him, trying to process what he’s saying. You’ve heard of it before, but it’s always been something abstract, distant. But now, with Toto’s fingers on you, it feels so real, so intense, that it’s almost too much to handle.

“But … it’s so … I don’t know how to describe it,” you whisper, your voice shaky. “It feels … too much.”

Toto smiles, a soft, almost affectionate smile, and his hand never stops its slow, steady movements. “It’s okay,” he says softly. “It’s supposed to feel intense, especially the first time. But just trust me, alright? I promise it’ll start to feel good.”

You nod, swallowing hard as you try to relax, to let go of the tension that’s coiled tight in your belly. You trust him, you know you do, but it’s still so new, so overwhelming. Toto seems to sense your hesitation, and he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs against your skin. “Just keep breathing. Let yourself feel it.”

You take a deep breath, focusing on the warmth of his touch, the soothing cadence of his voice. Slowly, gradually, the tension begins to ease, and you start to feel a different kind of warmth spreading through you, a warmth that’s not just in your body, but in your mind, your soul.

Toto’s fingers move in slow, deliberate circles, and you feel the sensation start to build, a soft, pulsing ache that you’ve never experienced before. It’s confusing, almost alarming in its intensity, but at the same time, it’s strangely addictive. You can’t help but want more, even though you’re not quite sure what it is you’re craving.

“Toto …” you breathe, your voice trembling. “It’s … it’s building. I don’t know what’s happening.”

He shushes you gently, his thumb pressing a little more firmly, his other hand cradling your face. “It’s okay, liebling,” he whispers, his voice like a soothing balm. “You’re on the edge, about to come for the first time. Just let go. Don’t fight it. Let it happen.”

You don’t fully understand his words, but there’s something in the way he says it, in the way he’s looking at you, that makes you want to trust him, to let go of the fear, the uncertainty. You close your eyes, focusing on the sensation, on the way his fingers seem to know exactly what to do, how to coax you towards something you’ve never felt before.

And then, suddenly, it happens. The sensation crests, and you feel yourself unravel, a wave of pleasure crashing over you, taking your breath away. Your body arches off the bed, a soft cry escaping your lips as the sensation overwhelms you, filling you with a warmth that’s so intense, so pure, it almost brings tears to your eyes.

Toto’s hands are there, holding you, grounding you, his voice a soothing murmur in your ear as you ride the wave, as the pleasure washes over you, through you. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, a bliss so complete that it leaves you trembling, gasping for breath.

When the wave finally subsides, you collapse back onto the bed, your body spent, your mind spinning. You’re left in a daze, your heart racing, your breath coming in shallow gasps. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and it leaves you feeling both exhilarated and completely overwhelmed.

“Toto …” you manage to whisper, your voice shaky, uncertain. “What … what just happened? I don’t understand.”

Toto smiles down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and tenderness. “You just came, schatzi,” he says softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “It’s a release, a way for your body to experience pleasure. It’s your first orgasm.”

You blink up at him, trying to process his words, to make sense of what just happened. It still feels so surreal, so overwhelming, but there’s also a sense of rightness to it, a feeling that this is something you were meant to experience, something that was always a part of you, waiting to be unlocked.

“But … it felt so … intense,” you whisper, your voice still trembling. “I didn’t know my body could feel like that.”

Toto leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his hands still cradling your face with that same gentle care. “Your body is capable of incredible things,” he murmurs against your lips. “And this is just the beginning, schatzi.”

You feel a shiver run through you at his words, a mixture of excitement and trepidation. There’s a part of you that’s still afraid, still unsure of what comes next, but there’s also a growing sense of curiosity, of longing for more.

Toto shifts slightly, his body pressing against yours, and you feel the evidence of his own arousal, hard and insistent against your thigh. The realization sends another shiver through you, a new kind of anticipation building in the pit of your stomach.

“Toto … what about …” You start to ask, your voice trailing off as you glance down, feeling a flush of heat rise to your cheeks. The idea of him inside you is both thrilling and terrifying, and you can’t help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over you.

He seems to understand, his hand moving to gently tilt your chin up so you’re looking into his eyes. “It’s okay to be nervous,” he says softly, his voice steady, reassuring. “But I promise you, it will fit. It might hurt a little at first, but I’ll go slow, and I promise it’ll start to feel good. You trust me, don’t you?”

You nod, swallowing hard as you try to push past the fear, to focus on the warmth in his eyes, the love in his voice. “Yes,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “I trust you.”

“Good,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly over your bottom lip. “I’ll take care of you, schatzi. I’ll be gentle.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart as Toto shifts, positioning himself between your thighs. He kisses you again, deeply, passionately, and you cling to him, needing the connection, the reassurance.

He moves slowly, carefully, his hand guiding himself to your entrance. You feel a moment of panic, a tightening in your chest, but Toto’s voice is there, soft and soothing, grounding you. “Just breathe,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. “I’ve got you.”

You try to relax, to let go of the tension that’s coiled tight in your belly, but it’s difficult. You’re scared, scared that it won’t fit, that it will hurt too much, that you’re not ready. But then Toto’s hand is there, gently caressing your cheek, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, his voice full of calm authority. “Stay with me. I’ll go slow. I promise it’ll be okay.”

You force yourself to hold his gaze, to focus on the warmth in his eyes, on the love you see there. And then, slowly, gently, he begins to push inside. There’s a sharp sting, a burning sensation, and you can’t help the small cry that escapes your lips. Toto immediately stills, his hand cupping your face, his eyes full of concern.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his voice full of worry. “Do you want to stop?”

You shake your head, biting your lip as you try to breathe through the pain. “No,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “Just … go slow.”

He nods, his hand gently stroking your hair, his voice a soothing murmur as he continues to push forward, inch by inch. The pain is sharp, but there’s also a strange sense of fullness, of connection, that makes it bearable. And through it all, Toto is there, his presence grounding you, his voice a constant reassurance.

Finally, he’s fully inside you, and he stills, giving you a moment to adjust. The pain is still there, a dull ache, but there’s also something else, a growing warmth that starts to spread through your body, chasing away the fear, the uncertainty.

“You’re doing so well,” Toto whispers, his lips brushing against your forehead. “How do you feel?”

You take a deep breath, trying to process the mixture of sensations coursing through you. The initial pain begins to fade, replaced by a sense of fullness, of intimacy so profound it makes your heart ache. Toto’s weight above you is grounding, his presence a constant reassurance in this whirlwind of emotions.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly, his thumb brushing your cheek, his voice tender and patient.

You nod, swallowing hard as you try to put your feelings into words. “It feels … different,” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. “But … I think it’s starting to feel good.”

Toto’s lips curve into a small, reassuring smile, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice full of pride and love. “Just focus on me. Let me take care of you.”

He begins to move slowly, his hips rocking in a gentle rhythm that sends ripples of pleasure through your body. The sensation is strange at first, the pressure inside you almost too much, but then Toto shifts slightly, and suddenly, the pleasure intensifies, sparking like electricity through your veins.

You gasp, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, your body instinctively arching into him. The pleasure is different from what you felt before, deeper, more consuming, and it quickly becomes overwhelming. Every movement, every brush of his skin against yours, sends you spiraling further into the sensation, until it’s all you can think about, all you can feel.

“Toto,” you gasp, your voice catching in your throat. “I … I think I’m …”

He kisses you again, his lips demanding, insistent, as he quickens his pace slightly, his movements still controlled, but with a growing urgency. “You’re close,” he murmurs against your lips. “Just let go. Don’t hold back.”

You try to hold on, to keep some semblance of control, but it’s no use. The pleasure builds and builds, until it reaches a crescendo, and suddenly, you’re falling apart, unraveling completely in his arms. You cry out, your body trembling, your mind going blank as the waves of pleasure crash over you, pulling you under.

Toto is right there with you, his pace quickening as he chases his own release. He’s so deep inside you, and the sensation of him moving, filling you so completely, only adds to the intensity of your orgasm, drawing it out until you’re left gasping for breath, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

And then, with a low, guttural groan, Toto finds his release, his body shuddering against yours as he spills into you, the warmth of it filling you completely. The sensation is so intimate, so overwhelming, that it sends another wave of pleasure through you, leaving you trembling in his arms.

For a moment, the world seems to still, the only sound the soft pants of your breath mingling with his. The warmth of his release spreads through you, but some of it leaks out, and you feel Toto shift slightly, his fingers gently pressing against your entrance, pushing the warmth back inside you.

“There,” he murmurs, his voice husky, but still full of that same tenderness. “I want to keep every part of me inside you, schatzi.”

You’re too dazed, too overwhelmed to respond, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Toto kisses you again, softer this time, his lips lingering on yours as he slowly pulls out, the movement making you wince slightly at the sudden emptiness.

You lay there, catching your breath, trying to process everything that just happened. But then, as the haze begins to lift, you feel something wet and sticky between your thighs, and when you glance down, you see the faint streaks of blood on your skin. A sudden wave of panic washes over you, your heart skipping a beat.

“Toto,” you whisper, your voice shaking as you look up at him, eyes wide with fear. “I’m bleeding … what’s wrong with me?”

Toto’s expression softens immediately, and he quickly gathers you in his arms, his hands gently stroking your hair as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Shh, it’s alright,” he murmurs, his voice soothing. “It’s completely normal, liebling. It was your first time, and sometimes that can cause a little bleeding.”

You blink up at him, trying to make sense of his words. “But … it wasn’t a lot, right? I mean, it’s not like … like I’m hurt?”

“No, you’re not hurt,” Toto reassures you, his thumb brushing away the tear that slipped down your cheek. “It’s just a sign that your body is adjusting, that you’ve crossed a new threshold. It happens to some women the first time. There’s nothing wrong with you, schatzi.”

You take a deep breath, letting his words sink in, the panic slowly ebbing away as you focus on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. It’s a strange, almost surreal feeling, knowing that this is something you’ve always been told about but never fully understood until now.

“But … what does it mean?” You ask softly, your voice still a little shaky.

Toto smiles down at you, his eyes full of love and understanding. “It means that you’re mine now, completely and utterly,” he says, his voice a soft, tender whisper. “And I’m yours. We’ve shared something sacred, something that binds us together in a way nothing else could.”

You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words, a sense of belonging, of connection so deep it brings tears to your eyes. You’ve never felt so close to anyone, so loved, so cherished. And as you lie there in his arms, the events of the night slowly settling over you like a warm blanket, you realize that this is what you’ve been waiting for, what you’ve been longing for all along.

“Toto,” you whisper, your voice filled with emotion as you look up at him. “I love you. So much.”

He smiles, a soft, tender smile that makes your heart swell, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you too, liebling,” he murmurs against your lips. “More than you’ll ever know.”

You cling to him, feeling the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms around you, and you know, deep in your heart, that this is where you’re meant to be. With him, in his arms, in this moment, and in all the moments to come.

[milkshakesmoothiee]

❝𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬❞

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𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 【ＳＦＷ　ａｎｄ　ＮＳＦＷ ｉｎｃｌｕｄｅｄ】

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

GENDER NETURAL BUT AFAB READER sorry :')

REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! check the bottom of this post for information <3

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When you first start to begin noticing signs of having a crush on him, Ranpo immediately picks up on it.

Does he actually say or do anything about it? No . . . Not for a long while.

He's not embarrassed or nervous about it, actually he uses your little crush as a advantage to tease and mess with your cute little brain !

"hey, (Y/N) can you get me some pockys? I'm about to die from hunger, y'know!"

"..I'm busy, Ranpo."

"oh, fine."

...

"oh yeah, (Y/N) I seem to recall you were staring a lot at me earlier, which is kind of odd for a friend-"

"I'll get those snacks now"

Ranpo's never had a crush or significant other, so there are some things he doesn't know what to do. but he mostly treats your relationship the same way he treated you back when you were just friends

At first, he was a little nervous about saying things like 'I love you' because he thought it sounded cringe, but after a short while he needs to hear you say it 30 times a hour with lots of kisses💋

Ranpo can be a little shit at times, but he makes up for it for his good memory and always being able to understand you better than you know yourself.

Example: Ranpo will always remember little things about you! He noticed you staring at a T-shirt in the mall once and suddenly you've got it gifted to you, "from the worlds greatest detective; to my favorite assistant"

A lot of times when you're working in ADA, Ranpo will just hop onto your lap and keep still and silent as he eat snacks.

He loves being in your presence, just being around you is enough.

He's not crazy on PDA, usually holding your hand and dragging you along with him. He'll occasionally tease and embarrass you in public though, most of the time it isn't intentional

"(Y/NNNNN) :( can we please go to that bakeshop !"

"we were just at one. Besides, you still have that cake to finish at home."

"..."

"WHAT THE- GET OFF MY BACK YOU CRAZY MAN-"

"LETS GO TO THE BAKESHOP THEN-"

Ranpo is a BIG cuddle bug! He loves being little spoon especially. Just laying on top of your chest or besides you as you caress his hair and kiss his forehead

He'll melt from your touch

He's a baby

Ranpo doesn't usually get jealous. It's a rare thing actually, he's a chill guy and just uses his deduction to know you love him 110%

He's probably gotten used to Dazai flirting with you, before you two got together, that he's unbothered by other people

TXT: "Ranpo ! Some guy is flirting with me !"

TXT: "👍"

TXT: "do you not care that someone is trying to get with me?"

TXT: "woah there. FIRST OF ALL☝️ I've already deducted that you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. You care to much. SECOND OF ALL☝️ I've also deduced that he's drunk"

TXT: "I'll go buy you some ice cream now..(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)"

TXT: "👍"

...

TXT: "ily"

TXT: "I love you too(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡"

I feel like Ranpo isn't good with feelings and his words. When he notices that you're angry or upset, he'll kind of just be lost on what to do to cheer you up

He'll make some unhelpful comments here and there, trying to cheer you up and joke around... But then it might piss you off a little more

HE'S TRYING(⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

He's bad at reading emotions, and when he does understand he'll share his snacks and keep quiet...

His love language is: words of affirmation and physical touch

He's not one to use pet names, just usually call you by his own nickname for you and that's it. Occasionally he'll call you his 'favorite assistant' or his 'watson'

Ranpo gets a boost in his confidence whenever you praise him. You and Fukuzawa are definitely the most important people in his lives, meaning your words mean SO MUCH to him

If you're the type to like cooking and cleaning, you've won him over. He hates chores and loves just sitting around and eating snacks

If you feed him as he sits or lays on your lap he'll literally die a happy man

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Ranpo is a switch, but definitely leans towards a bottom more

He'll be a very loud person in bed when you're on top of him.

If you tease him and poke at his sensitive parts, Ranpo will get flustered. You will catch him blushing and trying to keep quiet, just poke at him some more

Of course, don't be mean to him though. He only likes it when you praise him for doing good, because he's very inexperienced.

Ranpo is good at giving oral, he knows how to read you and where you like to be touched the most

Whenever Ranpo has a rough day, he'll either want you to ride him to make him feel better or he'd want to eat you out

"Mmmm... You look so good riding me like that,"

"just like that, Aah~"

"Love, I'm gonna- A-Ah"

He's noisy, but you can shut him upಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Ranpo doesn't have that strong of a sexual desire. Sex isn't the most important thing to him. it's you🫵

If you ask him enough, praise him all day, and have a little teasing at eachother, maybe your lucky enough to walk home with him pulling you into the bed(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

His favorite positions are cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, anything with you taking control

He's very lazy and will let you do most of the work

Ranpo actually doesn't have any kinks, and I know a lot of you will be like "no he'd have a praise kink☝️" but I'm sorry to say that, Ranpo would 100% find the idea of kinks disgusting

LIKE I KNOW. I can see him having a praise kink too but it just fits so well for him to find 'kinks' disgusting

He doesn't like using toys either. Well, specifically for himself

If he feels like teasing you and edging you on, expect him to be using a vibrator on you and moving it around to get you moaning, but that's it really

If you're a easily-embarrassed or awkward and shy person, he'll definitely tease and mess with you when he's taking the lead

He's definitely had you doing things with him in the office and after you're finished you'll be like, "did... Did that really just happen?🧍‍♀️"

"Ranpo, the others are gonna be back any moment, please let's just finish at home.."

"Mmm, not a chance... Now, if you're so worried about it, you better start moving faster for me, sweet one.." he spoke, his hand on your ass as he straddled you on his lap as he sucked on a lollipop, his eyes were on yours. His other hand moved up your back and caressed your body.

How did you ever get dragged into this with him? Oh wait. It's Ranpo.

Ranpo loves face sitting

He'll eat you out like a unspoken religion, digging his teeth into your inner thighs just to hear your sweet noises as he knows he's doing good

He also loves it when you leave lipstick kisses all over him

YOU'LL LITERALLY MAKE HIM ALL NERVOUS AND BLUSHING. He'll be at a loss for words and start to ignore all eye contact

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REQUESTS - I am accepting any requests for any character for the following fandoms:

Bungo Stray Dogs, Genshin Impact, Danganronpa, Ninjago, Southpark, Obey Me, 7 Deadly Sins, Tokyo Revengers, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Death Note, Walking Dead, Demon Slayer, Assassination Classroom, Hunter X Hunter, Komi Can't Communicate, Diabolik Lovers and Doki Doki Literature Club

I will write any of the following: smut (all characters WILL be aged up), fluff, crack/joke, specific plot, angst, HC's, BL, GL

Do not expect me to write any of the following: intense gore scene, sexual themes that are disturbing to most people and anything that will get me banned for a specific and obvious reason.

I accept requests for any character from any of the fandoms I have named :)

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sevika’s personal stress reliever 💋fuck this got long and dirty :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: sevika is tired. her knuckles are sore — blood crusted and cracked, her muscles are pulled taut and she can’t think straight no matter how many cigs she smokes. when the day is done and sev is on her way home to you, she realises that today the carnivores violence and fear she’d instilled had made her forget that she had reprieve — you. she didn’t question whether or not she deserved it, she knew the answer.

in you’re home, she’s greeted my warmth, your soft hands helping her out of her jacket, kissing her cheek. you’d asked her something about her day. but, all she could focus on was the way your lace night dress exposed your nipples, hugging your breasts and falling soft on your hips. she can feel her muscles relax, blood draining from her head, she’s throbbing for you.

when you turn to ask her something again, you’re met with her hard chest, her strong arms coming to engulf you. she looks… ravenous, her nose scrunched up, eyes hard and demanding and you already know what she wants, so you don’t think twice before leaning up and pressing a kiss to her mouth. sevika I’m moans at the softness of your lips, the taste of your fucking tongue. her warm hand groping your ass, grabbing handfuls and smacking— her bionic hand wrapped gently around your throat.

she doesn’t think about how many people she’s killed with it, because here — it is for your pleasure. she knows you like the feeling of it cold and hard pressing down on the sides of your throat, that dizzy look in your eyes is what makes her grunt, swallowing hard as she kisses over your jaw and whispers,

“go to the couch — get on your fucking knees for me honey,” she watches you scamper to the couch and follows after you, biting her lip at the sight of your ass, the night gown just barely covering you, and she’s salivating.

sevika looks down at you adoringly, how you’re gnawing at your bottom lip impatiently awaiting her instructions, your eyes glazed and your breathing laboured. sev taps her belt and smirks when you jump to unbuckle her and when your pants are down at her ankles you can’t help but sit up on your knees and press your forehead against her belly, nosing at her mound and nearly mouthing her through her boxers. she lets you silently praise her, her shoulders relaxing as you do so.

“boxers down baby,” she commands and you gulp, pulling them down and groaning at how sticky she is. sevika steps one leg out of her pants and underwear, spreading her legs. “c’mere,” she whispers, her hand soft on the back of your neck, guiding your face toward her pussy.

“please,” you whimper, your tongue is begging to taste her, drooling for her and Sevika smiles at your desperation, “no,” she answers softly, teasing and shaking her head. pulling your head back by your hair when you try to lean in too close.

“oh my god, please sevika,” you whine, your hands on her thighs, nails biting marks there as she finally guides your face toward her and she moans when she feels your tongue dart desperately. you lick and suckle at her clit gently, bending your neck so you can lick deep between her lips and really taste her. sevika groans, her deep baritone making your belly tighten. you moan as your tongue circles her clenching, wet cunt.

“fuck okay-“ she groans, her grasp on your hair tightening, “need ta - shit, m’gonna fuck your face okay doll?” she’s not really asking and you’re nodding your head vigorously. “open that pretty mouth for me, let me see your tongue,” she taps your cheek as you open and slips two thick fingers into your mouth. her own mouth gaping at the sight as she presses down on your tongue, her bionic hand holding your head steady in place as her fingers reach in deep enough to make you gag.

sev clenches her jaw at the sight of your drool dripping down the sides of your mouth, pulls your tongue out and guides your head between her legs. she can feel your warm, thick, waiting tongue on her pussy and her hips buck. holding your hair and securing your head she gasps for breath as she fucks herself on your tongue huffing and grunting your name. your nose grazing her clit with every grind, she’s never unstimulated. “fuuck, atta girl — taking me so well,” she groans “so good for me, letting me fuck your face like this,” her hips unrelenting as she fucks you, looking down at your big teary eyes she can’t help but tell you — “look so pretty angel, shit!”

sev steadies herself and pulls your head back, “you’re being so good honey, just suck on my clit yeah? just like that,” she bobs your head on her pussy, your nose grazing her mound and you’re taking deep, grateful whiffs of her scent. the underside of your tongue rolling and sucking her in. “jesus fuck, you’re good at that huh?” she chuckles, moaning when your arms wrap around her thighs fingers scratching and squeezes her thighs, her ass. “god, yes my pretty little slut,” she grunts, honing your head with every word as you moan around her clit, your panties wet and sticking to the insides of your swollen cunt you whine at the torture of not having any friction. and sevika notices how your winding your hips and she chuckles.

“struggling there sweetheart?” she huffs, too drunk on the feeling of snapping her hips against your face and bobbing your head on her to really do anything about it now and she knows you love being teased, edged. you both know she could make you cry cumming by touching in a moment and the buildup made your whole body sizzle.

“fuck honey, christ-“ sev whines “I’m gonna cum, love,” she moans “m’gonna cum and take such good fuckin care of you yeah?” her hips snap a little sloppier, her huffs and whines making your eyes roll back and fuck finally she whimpers, holds you close while you suck on her clit and she cums, lets you lick deeper for more of her taste, lavishing her pussy until she’s too sensitive and pulls her head back. she pulls you up by your hair, “my greedy girl,” and all you can do is fall against her chest.

she lets you lay on her as she sits down on the couch, perched you on her lap as you wrap an arm around her shoulders. “you did so fucking well for me angel,” she sighs, her warm hands rubbing over your thighs, and spreading your legs over hers. she gently squeezes your inner thighs and you’re so fucking wound up that she’s just barely grazing your soaking cunt and your hips are bucking and your whining loudly into her shoulder.

“it’s okay baby, just keep being good for me yeah?” she cooes in your ear and fastens a bionic arm around your waist, holding you to her and letting her fingers feel you through your panties, rubbing your clit softly, “no, no please sev, please,” you whine, “okay baby no teasing,” she acquiesces and gets her hand under you panties, spanking your clit harsh and fast and then while you’re yelling pushing two fingers into your sopping cunt,

“yes baby, god so fucking soft for me,” she inhales through her teeth, twisting and drilling her fingers into you, holding you tight as you flail, one hand in her hair, tugging deliciously. the other holding on to her bionic arm on your waist as her fingers curl into you, “oh my god baby,” you groan, her thumb rubbing your clit.

“I know honey, such a good girl, want you to cum for me,” she moans, “been so good to me honey, you’re fuckin angel”

“sev- ungh, god It’s too, I can’t fuck,”

“yes you can angel,” sev gently removes her fingers and rubs your clit gently, cooing all the time in your ear with each smack how lucky she is to have you, “love you so much baby, just want you feel good yeah? you feel good?” you nod your head vigorously before it falls back against her chest and all you can do is babble and whine on “nuh-uh use your words or I stop,” she says

“yes, yes I feel good vika so so good. pl-please I’m so fucking - oh my god!” sevika moans at the feeling of your warm, wet walls pulling her in, clenching around her, she can hear your moans reaching a fever pitch, feel your walls clenching erratically “that’s it, just like that baby, be good girl and fucking cum for me yeah?”

so you do, your body tremoring hips bucking wilding against her fingers that just sound more ludicrous and crass with your wetness, that’s coming in small streams and spurts, your mouth open in a loud whimpers and whines and groans.

sevika lays you down and surrounds you, her hand brushing the hair out of your face, “you did so well angel, thank you, you’re so good to me.” she kisses your forehead and cheeks and eyelids and chin. “you know that right? that you did well for me?” you start to nod — “words, baby,”

“yeah, yes, I know I’m a good girl,”

“yeah you are angel,”

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Been thinking about this at work all day

Tags: @archangeldyke-all @sexysapphicshopowner @sevsbaby @iamaboringrattat

Concept inspo: @butch-bf

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hey mal,, could you pretty please make a lara smut where the reader just wants to be used by lara (++ reader has a spit kink) craving some lara smut thank you. - tay

HII, I absolutely could and I did— sorry for the delay I hope you enjoy how filthy this is, smut under the cut! 💋

Lara had you settled on a thigh, her laptop on another.

It was her idea to have both you and work, and it really was working, she had you completely naked, your wet cunt dragging back and forth on her thigh, but you knew you’re not allowed to cum unless she says so, unless she’s done with you, and knowing Lara? It could take hours. Your body glistening with sweat and Lara’s spit, her hand squeezing your hip as you relieve the ache between your legs but just enough and you’re not allowed to even finish.

“Lara..” a moan left your lips as you felt too close and you just wanted to feel that orgasm already. “No.” Lara mumbled, whatever she says goes, her other hand typing down as she was working, her eyes not even looking at you, her long hair splayed down her shoulders, as you took in how gorgeous she is, you lean in and kiss the side of her neck as her hand went up your spine and drove you crazier.

“So needy..” she chuckled as you could still hear the sound of the keys being clicked, she took a break again as she looked back up at you, her hands resting on your waist, “show me that pretty face.” Lara softly whispered, yanking the back of your hair a little aggressively, causing you to yelp, but her hands went and squeezed your tits as she gathered spit in her mouth to let spill all over your hardened nipple, catching it in her mouth and sucking, your body was shaking as her spit made a mess all over your body, she was sucking you like she was hungry and been starving for so long her breathing uneven as you were trying to stay steady with your mouth hung open as whimpers escaped each time her tongue grazed your nipple.

Your cunt was throbbing, you needed her so bad and you couldn’t take the teasing anymore, you knew Lara loved using you like this, watching you desperate and naked on her, being needy turns her on and you knew she was just as desperate as you are as her mouth left your nipple with a loud pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to your swollen breast.

Lara wiped her mouth and then wiped the spit all over your face as she giggled and pulled you closer, “open.” She asks, grinning as she tugged at your chin, you didn’t have to think twice before your mouth opened and she spits inside of it, feeling the liquid drip down your chin, urging you to close your mouth and swallow. “Good girl..” she whispered, pressing kisses down your throat, her fingers finding your clit as she rubbed and massaged your needy hole.

You were a mess, you needed her so badly as you started riding her hand, wondering when she’d stop and go back to her work but you were too desperate to cum, your grip on her shoulders tightened, Lara’s brown eyes found yours as she watched you fuck yourself on her hand, chuckling at the way you’re so out of it, face glistening from her spit and the sweat running down your chest and forehead.

“Please let me cum..” you whined, the sounds that slipped out of you have never sounded so desperate before. “Did I say stop..? Come on, then— cum.” Lara challenged you, staring up into your eyes as she shoved two fingers inside and you were a writhing mess, bouncing on her fingers fast and hard, “fuck..” Lara cussed, her accent thicker than before as her voice grew more hoarse and raspy, her fingers rubbed against that spongy spot that made you see stars and every possible colour on the wheel.

You moaned her name and every curse word in the book as she shoved her fingers deeper, your hips stuttering as the orgasm washed over you, making you scream her name, chest heaving and eyes blinking shut.

“There we go…” Lara mumbled, pulling you against her into a soft embrace, slowly pulling her fingers out of you to not cause any more discomfort, “there we go pretty girl.” She adds, her hand sliding down your back to comfort you. “Did so well for me… such a pretty thing.” She comforted you, kissing the side of your head as she heard your breathing beginning to calm down, becoming more slow and steady.

“You okay?” She asks, rubbing your head as she licks your orgasm off her fingers. “Mhm..” you mumbled after a moment or so. “So spent.”

That sure made Lara giddy, she giggled like a school girl at the way she made you so so tired, “let’s go take a bath hm? You’re a mess.” She jokes, pinching your hip playfully.

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݁ . 𔘓 ؛ recovery

⇢ masterlist

⇢ carlos saiz x f!reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, just fluff, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: where carlos is having trouble staying still recovering from his appendix surgery so y/n helps him relax.

“carlos you’ve got to rest” you repeated again, hugging your boyfriend’s back while he was trying again to lift your little puppy. “leave ollie, you can’t pick him up now” you whispered, he groaned, he could barley walk, yet he needed to be doing stuff.

"cariño, look at that little face, i need to pick him up" he pouted like a little kid, you chuckeld softly, shaking your head and picking the puppy who started to happily lick your face.

"happy now?" you asked, he rolled his eyes, hugging you with ollie barking energetically between you two.

"i just wanna do something" he mumbled on your forehead.

"then let's do something mi amor" you whispered, putting ollie back in the ground, who chaoticly started jumping arround.

you cupped his face, caressing his cheecks softly, he sighed, placing his big hands on your hips.

"but what can we do?" he muttered, he looked like a lost puppy.

"do you wanna watch a film? or mabye we can start a new series" you asked.

he seamed to dubt a bit, but them noded, mumbling a low 'kay' before kissing your forhead.

"let's get a bit comfy, kay?" you whispered softly, caressing his hair and gently guiding him towards the bedroom.

"help me, amor please" he asked you, lifting his hands as you helped him taking of the shirt and plants, chuckeling as you caressed carefully the small scar on his stomach, he changed to his pajamas, same as you did when he assured you he didn't need more help.

between kisses, you both walked back to the sofa, carlos hugging your back while you guided him in an awkward funny way.

you both sitted there, cuddling, his face in your chest now as you played with his hair carefully, he on the other side, choosing a film to watch, softly caressing your thigh.

"y/n" carlos whispered sweetly, you hummed in response. "i love you" he whispered melting your heart.

"i love you too" you whispered back.

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just two weeks later you where kissing his him as he got off his car, he had just won the australian gp, just two weeks after his surgery.

"did i do great?" he asked as you caressed his cheecks, joining your forheads.

"you're fucking unbelievable" you chuckeld softly kissing him again. "i love you, carlos"

"i love you too" he laughed.

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so proud of you mi carlitos ❤️‍🩹🎉

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