#let me touch myself to your swollen dick

[dietcokemoat]

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I'm thinking of you laying there on the bed of a dimly lit room, in your flirty little skirt just waiting for someone to take you.

I start slowly getting closer to you starring you down, letting you know just how bad I want you. You start to feel the tension in the room escalating and I can hear your breathing pattern changing. I’m now just next to you, I start softly running my hand up the inside of your leg, inner thigh all the way to your stomach. I pause, take a glimpse at you, I want to see how you’re reacting to my touch. We briefly lock eyes and that’s my signal, your insistant lustful gaze has betrayed you. You haven’t uttered a single word but your body has now made it clear, you’re enjoying this moment and you sure as hell don’t want this to stop.

So I pick up where I left at, I start to run my hand on your body once more reaching for your hips, I lean my head closer to yours, gaze at your face for awhile. I slowly run my other hand trough your hair, down your neck and shoulder. Your skin feels so soft. I decide to play with the strap of your bra for a while, trying to figure out if I should take it off just now, as I push your strap to the side of your shoulder. And in that moment, as I begin to undress you, you start to feel particularly vulnerable, the intimacy of the moment is very shooting, isn’t it.

As I make my way up your upper back with my hand, you start to blush, your cheeks are turning red and you are submerged by a wave of burning desire, and you probably haven’t even noticed but your hips instinctively moved closer to me.

I have you stand up for me as I begin to wonder just how to dispose of you.

Should I start by making my way up, slowly grazing the exterior of your of thighs with the back of my hand ?

Or perhaps I should start by standing firmly in front of you, pinning you up against the wall, staring you right in the eyes.

Yeah.. I like the sound of that.

So I get real close to you, you start to take a step back. I keeptrying to get closer and you match my pace, for every step forward I take you take one backwards. Our eyes are locked and you start to grin because you know what’s coming next, it’s almost like we’re dancing really. But now I have you cornered, your back’s against the wall. So I lean in real close to you, guide your arms above your head, let out a couple of warm heavy breathes onto your neck.

You have me seduced, I can barely contain myself. Having you there hands up against the wall, it’s a bliss but you realize there's no going back. It's just you and me baby girl, in that moment you become entirely mine.

I have you spread your legs open for me, just a little bit.

I’m taking my time with you, contemplating that beautiful body of yours.

You're eye candy to me, and I'd make sure you know that by the way I looked at you. Let you know how every single one of your curves draws me just a little bit closer to the edge.

..I’m thinking about just how hard it is for me to contain myself, but you're worth it, I want to take all the time in the world for you.

I take your cheek in the palm of my hand and slowly move my lips closer to yours, only to deny you of that kiss at the last moment and get close to your ear.

Whisper something along the lines of

"you know.. I'm really enjoying this. Knowing that you're mine to take. Having your body under my control, all of you, at the mercy of my touch. Yeah that's right, I want you to surrender your body to me, surrender to my touch, precious. »

Of course I'd have started to run my fingers around the string of your panties, playing around with them, teasing you.

…Should I push them aside and reach for the promised land like your body is begging me to do ? Or should I continue to tease you and just pull your panties upward just a bit, have them spread your lips open for me..?

[sanguineterrain]

restroom attendant | jason todd

Summary: Tonight is the worst night ever--you just got dumped on your birthday, and all you want to do is cry in the restaurant bathroom in peace. That is, until, the Red Hood bursts in. This city just won't cut you a break.

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader 

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings/tags: humor, mild angst, reader's ex-bf cheats and dumps her, jason is such a silly goose, flirting, meet ugly, canon-typical violence, awkward jason, comic relief dick grayson.

A/N: this is probably the silliest fic i've ever written LOL! i hope you guys enjoy it. please support your local jason todd enthusiast and reblog :)

the divider

Tonight sucks. 

With a shaky hand, you attempt to soothe your swollen eyes. You’ve probably been in here for about twenty minutes. Your Uber has definitely left, as has your now ex-boyfriend of three years. 

Yoga instructor. It’s always the yoga instructor. They’re always fucking the yoga instructor.

You swallow a mouthful of tears and phlegm and try not to let the wet sink touch your dress. All you’d wanted was a little class on your birthday, maybe have some wine and play footsie under the table with your boyfriend. But no. That would’ve been too easy for you. 

You’re starting to think this city is cursed.

The door slams open. The force of it shakes the bathroom, rattles the mirrors. You spin around.

A man slides across the floor and smacks his head on the opposite wall. Red Hood appears in the doorway, the eyes of his helmet glowing eerily. 

Yep. Definitely cursed.

"Let's try this again," Hood says pleasantly, reloading his gun with a fresh magazine. "And in the interest of making myself transparent: when I ask you a question, Jerry, I expect a truthful answer."

He stalks over to Jerry and heaves him up by the lapels of his suit jacket. Hood's biceps bulge as he holds Jerry against the wall. You squish yourself against the sink. Water soaks the back of your dress. 

"You're crazy, I didn't do anything!" Jerry shouts, feet barely scraping the floor. 

"Volume, Jerry. People are trying to enjoy their meals.”

“Let go of me, Hood! I wasn’t anywhere near the Iceberg Lounge!”

“Yeah, see, words are coming outta your mouth, but they don't match the fact that I have three people who put you at the scene. How can we remedy this inconsistency? Any ideas?"

Jerry squirms, but he's no match for Hood's strength. Your heart pounds in your chest.

"Don't give me to the cops!" Jerry begs. 

"Cops are the least of your worries right now," Hood snarls. "You're damn lucky Nightwing wants to talk to you, Jerry, or your head would hurt a lot more."

Slowly, you reach for your purse, trying to pull out your phone. Instead, you knock it to the floor. Tears gather in your eyes because this night just can’t cut you a break.

“Motherfucker,” you whisper. 

Hood turns, those frightening white eyes now on you. Jerry also looks at you, legs still dangling.

“Hey,” Hood says without a sign of struggle. “Shit. Y'alright? Did I swipe ya?”

“No,” you say, voice shaky.

His posture softens. “Okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Don’t be afraid.”

“I believe you. But, um… you're in the women's bathroom.”

Red Hood gives the room a onceover. 

“Huh. So we are. Dunno how that happened.” He shakes Jerry by the collar. “Why’d you run into the women’s bathroom, asshole?”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't kill me!” Jerry wails. 

“Shut it, Jesus. I'm not gonna kill you. Not yet, anyway.” 

“It's fine, I was just leaving,” you say, bending down to get your purse. 

“Hey, no, don't let me push you out,” Hood says. “Sorry. I'll be gone in a couple minutes.”

Hood adjusts his grip so Jerry's face is against the wall, arms and legs restrained. Then he zipties Jerry and sits him down hard on the floor. Hood presses a button on his helmet. 

“Yo, N, I'm at Prescott's. Yeah, with Jerry. No, I didn't tell him to run in here, he did that all on his own! Well, I chased him for ten blocks, so I’d prefer if you’d keep your bitching to yourself. Thank you… Okay, we're in the women's bathroom, so—well, I didn't do it on purpose! No, I’m—will you just come here? There’s a side window.” Hood presses the button again with a grunt. “Dickhead.”

“Are you gonna erase my memory?” you ask. 

Hood jerks, turning back to you.

“What? Hell no, I'm not gonna erase your memory. I don't do that shit, I promise.”

You slump against the sink. “That's too bad. I would prefer it.”

He looks up from Jerry’s last ziptie and pulls it extra tight. Jerry whimpers. 

“How come?” Hood asks.

You shake your head. “It's nothing.”

“Hm. Doesn't look like nothing. If you're in danger—”

“I'm not in danger. I…”

You glance at Hood. You can't see his face, but his body language seems genuine. From what you've heard, Hood isn't known for mincing words or doing things he doesn't want to. And he’s good to Gothamites. Well, the law-abiding ones, anyway. He’s even been endorsed by Batman.

What's the harm in telling him about your disastrous night? Not like you'll see him again. Or Jerry. 

“I got dumped,” you say. 

“Ah.” Hood nods. “Been there.”

Somehow, the idea of Red Hood getting dumped is weirder than him beating up a guy in the women’s bathroom of Prescott’s.

You sniffle, and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. 

“Yeah, um. It was our three year anniversary today. He took me here, told me he was in love with his yoga instructor, and then left.”

You tear up thinking about it. Hood makes a quiet noise.

“Shit. Well, I haven't been there,” he says. “But I know infidelity. I'm sorry. Dudes are trash.”

“And it's my birthday today,” you blurt, sniffling. 

“Happy birthday,” Jerry says, clutching his stomach. 

“What a fucking asshole!” Hood snarls, and lets go of Jerry, who crumples like a sack of potatoes. He’s out cold in a second, frozen on the floor.

Your brows rise. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. It’s his first time in Gotham.” Hood shrugs. “Anyway, where was I? Right, your asshole ex. Like it's not enough to publicly dump you, and then he goes and does it on your birthday? Who is this guy? I'll go talk to him right now.”

You laugh a loud, snorting laugh. It bounces off the tiles. 

Hood tilts his head. “What’d I say?”

You catch your breath and wave your hand. 

“No, nothing, I’m sorry. I’ve just had a crappy night and that’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever offered to me.”

“I mean it,” Hood says. “I’ll scare him if you want.”

“As tempting as that is, I don’t want to be an accessory to a crime.”

You also don’t want to put your ex in the ICU, no matter how much he might deserve it. Best to let the universe do its thing.

“You’d be acquitted, don’t worry.” Hood leans against the stall. “I’d never letcha go to jail.”

You smile, your ears growing warm. “You don’t even know me. What if I deserve it?”

“Nah. I got a good sense about people. I can tell you’re sweet. Probably don’t even run through red lights.”

“I try not to,” you say, heat spreading to your face. 

“Yeah, a good girl. I figured as much.”

Your eyes widen. Hood coughs and rubs his neck. Even his coughs sound intimidating through the helmet, but that’s negated by his scrunched-up posture.

“Fuck. Sorry. That wasn’t a come-on,” he says. “I mean, it sounded like one, but I’m realizing what a creep I am, flirting with you in a bathroom with a zip-tied criminal. Sorry.” He shakes his head. “I hate myself.”

You grin. “It’s okay. You made my night better, actually. Thanks.”

“That’s a testament to how terrible your night’s been if I made it better.”

You shrug. “Could always be worse. I bet Jerry had an even shittier night than me.”

“You’d win that bet. But I—”

The window swings open with a clunk. Nightwing pops his head in. He looks at Hood, then you. 

“Uh,” he says. “Evening. What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is it took you almost ten minutes to get here,” Hood says, back in Vigilante Mode. “Did you get lost?”

Nightwing smiles with all his teeth. “I was actually cleaning up your mess at the Bowery, Hood. You’re welcome.” 

He looks at you. “Hi. Sorry about this. I hope we didn’t ruin your night. If there’s anything we can reimburse you for…”

You shake your head. “It’s okay. My night was already sunk. Don’t worry about it. Thanks for keeping Gotham safe.”

Nightwing laughs. “The pleasure is ours.”

“Alright, enough chattering, Dickwing,” Hood says. “Take him.”

He lifts the unconscious Jerry, pushing him up to the window. He does so effortlessly, his jacket riding up to reveal his skin-tight jumpsuit. 

You look away before he catches you staring. There’s definitely something wrong with you. 

Nightwing takes Jerry and waves at you. Then he disappears.

“So, uh,” Hood says. “I gotta go.”

“Oh! Right, of course. Sorry to keep you.”

“Now what’re you apologizing for?” he asks, and it almost sounds like a tease. You wonder what his smile looks like. What color his eyes are.

“Well, I really didn’t mean to keep you…”

“You didn’t keep me,” Hood says, and you can hear the warmth even through his decoder. “This is probably the best arrest I’ve ever made.”

He starts to climb through the window, then stops. He digs into one of the pockets of his belt and pulls out a scrap of paper. 

“This is my number,” he says. “Well, it’s kind of the vigilante hotline. But you can reach me here, in case you ever need help.”

Hood walks over to give it to you. He smells like gunpowder and oranges. He’s even larger this close, the width of his shoulders dwarfing you. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly. 

He nods and backs up, clapping his hands.

“Right. So I’ll go… Bye.”

Hood looks at you for a moment more. Then he hops up onto the window sill and slides out, somehow graceful despite his bulk. The window closes. 

Your dress has dried, which is nice. You walk out of the bathroom. It’s a miracle no one else has come in. 

You get your coat and this time, when you see the empty seat across from yours, you don’t burst into tears, which is progress. You call another Uber and go to wait for it at the front. The hostess approaches you.

“Ma’am?” she says, and holds out a small, plastic container. In it is a slice of tiramisu. 

“I didn’t order this,” you say.

“It was called in and paid for by a Mr. R.H. He wishes you a happy birthday.” 

“Oh. Thank you.”

You’re definitely leaving a five-star review on Yelp.

[starboye]

pairing: noah beck x male reader

request: Seems like a golden good boy but actually be the dirtiest roughest sex you’ve ever had

warnings: smut, overstimulation, fainting, fluff, cursing, rough sex, and that's it I think

to the public your boyfriend noah was a respectable guy, he opened all you doors for you, tied your shoe, or helped anyone with anything they needed but behind closed doors he was the most ravenous horny man you'd ever been with.

right now he had you splayed across his bed, hole sloppy and loose from the continuous poundings and you barely able to think of a coherent thought "you like that don't you" noah huskily says smacking your ass with his large hand "yes" you spit out at the feeling "so loose for daddy huh" he deeply says easily sliding his fingers into your hole.

"fuck, please noah" you whine gripping his forearm trying to push his fingers out of your sensitive hole "hey no touching" noah sternly orders grabbing your hands and locking them above your head with his free hand "then can I please cum" you ask desperately, your cock all red and swollen begging for release "I don't know if you can" noah teases "please I've been suck a good boy" you brokenly say with tears daring to drip from your eyes.

"just a little longer" noah says pulling his thick fingers out your hole and slamming his dick back in, he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders to get even deeper in your warmth as you can do nothing but babble incoherently while your fucking into his mattress.

"your so good for me" noah smirks watching as you take him so well "cum for me" is the only thing that manages to bring you back to reality, the glinting hope that you can finally get release after what feels like hours of torture and after a few more thrusts from noah into you, you cum all over your chest, each spurt of cum being bigger than the last till you eventually finish.

although noah has came almost four times he still rides out his high, not being able to let go of such a beautiful flesh light like hole, sucking him in with your spongy walls and taking every thrust with such persistence "noah..." you trail off blinking in and out of consciousness due to overstimulation.

after some time your flat out faint as noah continues fucking into you not noticing your unconscious state "here it comes baby" noah grunts loudly as he tightly grips your thighs which will definitely leave marks to be found in the morning before he cums and fucks his fifth load into you.

loud huffs fall from his mouth as his chest heaves up and down trying to catch his breath "how was that" noah asks but you don't answer "babe" noah questions tapping your cheek lightly to wake you up but you still don't answer "y/n" he says with loads of worry throughout his voice as he leans down to listen is you have a heartbeat.

he breaths a sigh of relief to hear you still breathing just knocked out cold from the fucking "I really gotta learn to control myself" noah says under his breath scooping you into his arms and carrying you to the tub, laying you in it as the water fills it up, he coos sweet words as he cleans your fucked out body of the mess he basically made.

after washing you he puts you in one of his oversized shirts and shorts before laying you back in the now cleaned bed, the next day you wake up to a note from none other than noah himself as he lays next to you, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist, the note states "I'm so so sorry for fucking you unconscious last night and I hope you forgive me but I also hope you enjoyed last night" you lightly giggle at the note, noah was never the best apologizer but it was still an effort you thought was pretty cute.

noah may have always fucked you so rough the night before that it's always hurt to sit down or even walk but at least he made it his goal to sweetly apologize to you in the morning, you turn and kiss noah softly before nuzzling into his burly chest "I forgive you" you say falling asleep in his arms.

[seungfl0wer]

*Changbin Calling You Clingy*

Pairing: Changbin x Reader (GN)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Arguing, not proofread. Should be all actually

-This is part of a series find the others here:

Bangchan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

-🩵

Today was a cleaning day for you, you were scrubbing everything trying to get things clean. Your boyfriend’s parents were stopping by for dinner and you wanted the house to be spotless. Changbin was sitting at the dinning room table talking on the phone with someone as you gutted the house. You swept the floors, cleaned the bathroom, cleaned the fridge and now you were mopping the floors.

You had stopped doing so though because you needed more soap which was at the top of the shelf. You tried reaching it but you just ended up pushing it further back. You sighed “hey babe can you help me?” You say feeling defeated. You got no response. You ask again this time a bit louder “babe! I really need your help can you come here?” Ignored. Again.

You rolled your eyes “Changbin I know you can hear me!” You huffed looking for a sturdy chair just to grab it yourself “y/n I’m on the damn phone!” He said back his tone harsh. “Can’t you just help me for one second?” You ask peering around the corner to look at him. “Are you for real right now? Get a chair or something this is a work related call I can’t just get off it. Stop being so needy and clingy be an adult. You’re so damn dependent on me!” His words spewed out like hot liquid burning you slowly.

He sighs seeing the tears in your eyes “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that, everything just happening today- please just give me a minute and I’ll help you.” He said his words becoming more soft. You wiped your eyes and walked away without saying anything. “Fine. If he doesn’t wanna help and be a dick, I’ll do it myself” you said as you grabbed a chair. You got up on it to grab the bottle, as you put your foot down off the chair you ended up slipping from the floor being wet.

You ended up hitting the floor pretty good no time to react or put your hands down. You ended up face planting making your head smack against the ground and twisting your ankle. Your nose was also now gushing blood along with your lip, you grabbed a tissue to try and stop it wanting to yell for changbin again but stopping yourself not wanting to piss him off more.

You sat on the floor trying to help yourself before getting up and painfully strolling to the bathroom. Your ankle was swollen by the time you sat down on the tubs edge. You grabbed the first aid kit you keep under the sink to try and find something to clean the wound better. Changbin at some point had come to help you finally but not finding you there. He kinda just shrugged and went back to the cleaning he started before the call.

You got yourself all pulled together or at least you tried to before you hear changbin sprinting down the hall calling for you “y/n! Babe where are you!” He said running past the bathroom before coming back seeing you sitting there “babe oh my god! What happened I saw the blood are you ok?” He asked coming towards you “I’m fine Changbin.” You said coldly. You slowly got up as you limped past him “you don’t look fine you look like you’re in pain.” He said softly “Wouldn’t wanna bother you with it, might sound clingy or something.” You said using his words against him.

His eyes widen a bit “y/n I said I was sorry” he said reaching out to hold onto you “please let me help-“ he said before you cut him off moving away from his touch “no. I don’t need your help. I’m an adult I’m fine.” You said eyes glaring at him as you walked back to the spot you had fallen. You cleaned up the drops of blood and finished cleaning. The house was quiet, Bin wanted to say something wanted to help you but each time he even looked your way you shot him a look.

His parents came and went both of you trying not to let them feel the tension. After they had gone you started to clean up from dinner. “Babe I’ll do this you go sit down ok?” He said putting the dishes in the sink “no I’m fine” you breathed out. You finished cleaning and headed to the bedroom as you did you became a bit dizzy you grabbed ahold of the wall to steady yourself. Bin had noticed you in the door way, he walked towards you putting his arm around your waist. “I just have a headache.” You said pulling away from him before he walking into the bedroom.

You fell asleep almost instantly as you hit the bed, changbin on the other hand curled up on the couch and cried himself to sleep. He felt like a big piece of shit abuser. He knows he didn’t hit you however seeing your lip swollen because he didn’t help you made him feel so. And raising his voice at you? He’s never done that, the words he said were just words of anger words he never meant.

You woke up from a bad dream in the middle of the night looking around for bin to hold on to. You started to cry a bit seeing he wasn’t there with you. He had heard you rustling around and was making his way back to check on you before he heard you crying. “Y/n?” He said softly opening the bedroom door. He saw you sitting there half asleep crying your eyes out talking to yourself “why do I have to be so stupid I can’t even do small things by myself without fucking hurting myself. God I’m so stupid” you said crying even harder.

Bin was about to run to you before you choked out “he’s right all I am is clingy and I can’t even do anything for myself, why the fuck is he even with me? I bet he just pity’s me.” His eyes started to water feeling the familiar feeling of earlier cry. He didn’t say anything he just came into the room quickly grabbing you pulling you into his lap. “Y/n hey” he shushed you as he patted you back trying to sooth you. “Babe I love you I’m not with you out of pity. There’s so much you do and so much so just love about you. I’m so fucking sorry for what I said earlier.” He rambled.

“I didn’t mean those things I was frustrated and just wanted you to leave me alone while I was talking so I hurt you. I’m sorry. I know sorry doesn’t fix what I said but I’m sorry.” He said leaning his head into your chest. You couldn’t muster up any words as you cried feeling yourself falling back asleep. Bin smiled to himself a bit as he saw that you had fallen asleep. He laid you down before laying down beside you.

“Y/n I love you and I promise I’ll make everything up to you. You’re not clingy I love how you are..” his voice trailed off “please don’t let this change you. I couldn’t live with myself if i made you change anything about your amazing self.” He said rubbing your back feeling himself ready to fall asleep. “I love you with all my heart y/n I’ll fix this I swear.” He said as he fell asleep with you.

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[sturnihoelo]

Off Screen

summary: chris and his brothers are live streaming them playing video games, but you are getting impatient.

*a text from matt*

going live in 10 minutes. hop on the game.

“ok yall ready?” “yeah” “chris?” “uh yeah im ready”

*matt starts stream*

me and chris discussed where i would be while they stream since im chris’ secret. his face cam doesnt show his bed so thats where i planned to stay. but he looked too damn good playing that game.

im laying on his side of the bed in an oversized shirt (its basically a dress) and a black lace thong. i watched him for about 30 minutes before i lost control. as chris got more into the game, the more needy i got. his grunts and aggressive tapping drove me crazy. he would look back at me every so often to make sure i was okay. *chris mutes and turns around* “u okay baby?” “fine.” i say in a whiney tone. my hand finds its way down to my throbbing heat. i start rubbing slow circles on my swollen clit. i was trying so hard not to moan or make a sound. i do NOT want chris to find out i was touching myself to him playing games with his brothers, live for thousands of people to see.

chris looks back at me and motions for me to come sit next to him out of frame. i get up and pull up a chair that was across the room. i stop and admire how good he looks while the light from the computer screen lights up his face in the dark room. i place the chair down and sit. chris looks me up and down and bites his lip. he places a hand on my thigh, and i squirm. *he mutes again* “you sure ur alright?” i just nod. he smirks and goes back to the game.

i stare at his hands on the keyboard. clicking aggressively. i get lost in my head and just imagine his fingers inside of me and all of the things he could do to me. i get up and walk to the kitchen to get a drink of water to clear my mind. i didnt realize that a wet stain was left on the chair for chris to see… i get back to his room and im greeted with chris standing right by the door. “whats getting you all worked up? you thought i wouldnt notice huh?” “such a fucking slut.” he grabs me by my arm and pins me up against the wall. “you want to be such a needy little slut, ill treat you like one.” he says in a lustful and dark voice. he walks back to his chair and acts like he just came back from the bathroom. i follow him back to my seat and chris immediately starts rubbing on my clit.

“chris wtf ur literally throwing the game” “cmon bruh” “sorry”

i sneak under his desk and present myself in his lap. i have to be really careful and not reveal myself. i tug at his waistband and expose his cock. i gently lick the tip before going deeper. chris pushes on my head subtlety before pushing me away. “your gonna make me cum.” he pushes me away and i make my way back to the chair.

“are u sure ur okay u keep fuckin up” “yeah im fine idk whats going on. i think i might hop off soon” “lame. matt im gonna come to your room” chris turns off his mic and camera before disconnecting.

“what the fuck did i tell you.” “i asked you to sit on the bed and you cant even do that.” “get on your knees.” i obey his orders and get on my knees, taking off my shirt. he pulls out his cock before opening my mouth and shoving his length down my throat. “fuck chris” i moan out while choking on his dick. “what did you say mama? i cant hear you.” he starts bobbing my head harder into his groin. “mmmm fuck” “get on the bed.” “all fours mama.” i crawl onto the edge of the bed as chris smacks my ass, leaving bright red handprints. “you want to act like a slut” he pushes his whole length into me, “you get treated like one.” he starts pounding into me at full force, giving me no time to adjust to his size. “ffuuuuucckckkkk” i say separated with each hard thrust into me. “chris im gonna.. im i” i say breathy. “whats that mama?” he says while smacking my ass. “speak up.” “im gonna cum! fuck!” he starts rubbing on my clit and thrusting even harder into me. “chris!” “let go for me mama” i release all over him and soak the bed. “oh fuck baby. keep making those pretty noises, your gonna make me cum” chris moans. i moan recklessly as he whimpers and whines into my cunt just before cumming. “fuck im gonna cum.” he holds me down before releasing his load. still thrusting into me slightly. he falls onto my back, kissing me gently down my spine. he pulls out and watches the cum drip from inside of me. “fuck baby. ur so good to me.”

*text from matt*

i had to stop the stream because of you😐ur so fucking gross.

“shit baby.” “what?” “you were being too loud. ill be right back. stay here mama” chris goes upstairs into the kitchen to get something to drink. nick comes down from his room. “you really couldnt have waited until later? i could hear you guys from My room. stop being so horny… especially when we are LIVE.” “yeah thats my fault” “chat wasnt too happy…” “what did they say?” “i think youll find out.” nick walks over to the couch.

“fuck” chris says under his breath. he goes back down to his room with a pepsi and a glass of water. “here u go baby” “is everything okay?” i ask with a worried look on my face. “yeah everythings fine…” he looks at the giant wet stain on his bed. “ill change the sheets, you go watch something on the tv.”

[bwskj]

- nsfw mdni ! -

tags: re2/re4 leon x reader, hands-free, making him watch, bj, slight mention of bondage, jerking off

i need my needy baby in my mouth rn :((

-~- <3 -~-

leon’s wrists are tied up behind him with a piece of cloth. tied tight enough to keep him somehow restrained though you know he can break free from it if he really wants to.

you have him sitting on the edge of the bed, pants roughly pulled down halfway while his boxers are still mostly on. his curved hard cock is sticking out and standing against the garter.

after a long day, all you want is to have leon’s starved dick in your mouth, pleasing yourself for the most part ‘cause you just love the way he fits tight in your mouth. his leaking member always tastes so sweet, most especially after days of not being touched since leon’s either tired or so busy with work. when you finally get the familiar taste of his pre-cum again, your taste buds get so excited that you make more than enough saliva to coat the entire thing.

you want to busy yourself with sucking him off, all your attention directed towards his cock and nothing else. slowly bobbing your head up and down his whole shaft, swiveling your wet tongue around his girth, all while your palms are flat on the mattress beside him. you let your mouth do all the dirty work. hearing leon’s whimpers and feeling his cock buck up against your palate is already making you so wet. so turned on just thinking about how you’ve got your baby boy all needy and vulnerable with just the use of your mouth.

you glide your fingers outside your soaked panties while you continue to suck him off. knowing that you’re making him feel good is making you so horny you just might cum right there and then. when your jaw gets tired, you pull up a bit, circling your tongue around his red tip. you close any gaps, sucking him up and pulling away with a pop. leon utters out shaky moans when his dick leaves your mouth. you know his wrists are itching to slip out of the makeshift handcuffs he’s tied in. he’s likely wanting to just grab you by your hair and shove your face back down onto his dick.

he did it once before, cumming so strongly and so sudden down your throat. he got what he wanted but you didn’t let him fuck you for a week.

leon knows it’s best to keep still this time. the way his rock hard cock twitches in front of your face tells you that he’s close to cumming. his sharp gasps and screwed expression on his face tells you he’s trying to keep it in. you stare at him as you touch yourself more properly this time, rubbing your hot clit through the cloth and moaning when you feel pleasure hit you. you love it when leon watches you with those eyes, so soft and full of desire; it’s adorable.

he can’t hold eye contact for long so he tilts his head back. you’ll let out a louder moan as you watch his bare neck stretch and his adam’s apple bob when he swallows. gosh, you’d kiss all over it if you weren’t so stern on not touching him.

his dick is twitching again. you know he’s just about to reach his limit. he looks away because he knows he’ll cum if he keeps watching you.

and that’s what you want.

“Leon, baby, look at me. Watch me touch myself to you.”

leon huffs out a sound of frustration, conflicted if he should listen to you. In the end, he does, slowly pulling his head down to look back at you. you’ve slipped your hand in your panties by now, fingertips feeling so much better as its raw against your swollen clit.

“Mmphh,” you sound out between pursed lips, eyes flicking from leon’s locked jaw to his erection clearly aching to explode.

“F-fuck,” you can hear leon whisper under his breath, eyes latched onto your fingers, a sort of silhouette moving behind your panty.

you can’t help yourself. you slip two fingers in your pussy and you moan even more indecently than the one before. your knees, knelt before leon on the ground pull wide apart as you start finger fucking your soaking cunt.

“Ha.. ah…” you exhale as you press right on your puffy spot. you get so into it you almost forget leon’s watching. and when your eyes pull up to look at him again, his face has grown even more rigid.

“Do you like this?” you pant out, fingers going in and out at a quick pace and palm drenched and sticky between your slit and panties. you catch sight of leon’s teeth biting on his lower lip.

he hums a short moan and when you look him up and down, you notice his hips are subtly trying to jerk upwards.

“Wanna cum baby?” you ask, mouth ajar as you keep moaning. if you weren’t so horny fucking yourself right now, you’d probably be smirking at leon’s state.

“Mmph..” he inhales sharply, “Shit… baby, please.”

it’s the most coherent sentence he’s said in a hot minute.

“F-fuh… need to cum..” he mumbles.

leon tries his best not to pull his eyes away. and with that, you reward him, pulling the long strip of your panty to the side to expose your bare wet cunt making squelching lewd sounds as your fingers smoothly go in and out.

leon’s breathing is getting more rugged and his body jerks when he catches sight of your pussy. his face is flushed red and his hips are quite obviously humping the air already. “ah… baby.. you’re so pretty. Ha…” he murmurs in between moans.

you pull out your fingers from inside you, placing them all slick-covered back on your clit. leon’s about to cum soon and so are you. you rub your pussy as you watch leon’s stitched brows stitch deeper. his eyes are still on your hand.

you gasp up air as you feel an orgasm coming up. leon’s throbbing cock stretched loud and proud in front of you along with his pathetic whimpers and that oh so cute and handsome face is the most perfect view to cum to. “Ah~ fuck… i’m gonna cum. leon, cum with me? please baby?”

leon lets out a low and almost annoyed groan, so desperate and needing to cum. the speed of your fingers quicken as you see leon’s slight thrusting movements grow more eager as well. you don’t deny yourself the orgasm when you feel it rising in your stomach.

“Leon,” you gasp, “C-cumming.”

leon moans out another “fuck,” eyes lifting to take a look at your lewd face. “Mph… me too, baby,” he quickly whimpers.

you cum, loudly yelping and knees closing in as you continuously rub your orgasm out. leon doesn’t dare tear his stare away as he squeezes his dick and with one big thrust in the air, he cums, groans and moans stuttering out his mouth.

his cum shoots up high and in long thick strips. some of it ends up on your thighs. leon’s a trembling mess all throughout his high. you sit in your own juices, softly panting as you look at the disgustingly pretty sight in front of you.

“Jesus fuck,” leon says in his low and normal register that completely disappears when he’s needy and turned on. “I might actually kill you for this.”

you laugh, covering your snicker with the back of your hand. “Baby, I didn’t do anything. You did all that yourself.”

he frowns as he stares you down, “That shit was so fucking hard. I wanted to cum so bad.”

“And you did,” you say, pushing yourself up the floor. you move closer to him, damp fingers grazing over leon’s chest. leon feels a tingle run up his back from this foreign touch, something he has craved ever since he first saw you today.

“You came really good for me,” you say lovingly, wetting your lips and pressing them onto his. he’s so quick to kiss you back, leaning in with his tongue excitedly swiping over to ask for more. he tries to chase after your lips when you move it to kiss his cheek and jaw. your hand finds it’s way for this first time today onto his still standing cock.

“How about another round, hm?”

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a/n: … writing this shit made me so fucking horny. school is killing me i need a break. like i actually need his dick in my mouth i’m not kidding. fuckk

anw i haven’t posted in a hot sec but the people need to eat so here… (the people is ‘me’)

love yall, thanks for reading <3

[choerrysjubiles]

Cognac and Spice: part 2

Pairing: Anton x fem!reader

Warning: Smut! fingering, nipple play, protected sex (yay!), mentions of reader being small/petite, anton cums in his pants <3

wc: 2k

a/n: merry christmas <3

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The love you had for your boyfriend far outweighed the love you had for those parties. After 3 long hours of small appetizer sized meals, hour long speeches from every high executive, and the mind numbing small talk with their invites you was finally free.

Sitting in the car, Anton and you were decompressing from the hours of standing and fake smiling, their customer service voices tiring them. After some time relaxing against the seats, Anton finally started the car and made the way back home.

The walk inside felt like eternity, the staircase felt longer, the elevator ride was slower, finally walking inside you two took your uncomfortable shoes off and collapsed onto the couch.

You felt your ankle, slightly swollen and a touch numb. Your feet felt the same, but with more pulses of pain. Anton loosened his tie, undoing a button or two on his dress shirt. Sitting beside you, Anton grabbing one of your legs to lay across his thighs.

"Are you in pain?" He asks, voice as gentle as ever.

He unconsciously began rubbing and massaging your calf.

"Only my heels. Everything else feels fine."

Anton leaned over, grabbing you to scoot right next to him, "That's good."

"Is it?" You side eyed him.

"I can easily carry you, when and when you're not injured."

He laid a kiss along your temple.

Sitting there, relaxing into the cushions, Anton smelt the distant fragrance of that perfume from earlier, unsure if it was from the couch or your skin. Rubbing his thumb into your shoulder, he adjusted in his seat.

"Anton." You said, a bit more sternly than you'd expected.

He tensed for a second, "What?"

"Again? Didn't we have sex earlier?"

"That was, like, four hours ago. And I'm not getting horny. You might be but I can control myself."

He wasn't lying exactly, he could go another round or two but he had enough self control to stop himself.

"You always rub your thumb on me when you're getting hard."

"No way." He laughed.

Looking down into his lap, you saw enough evidence of his semi-hard dick to be correct.

"Well would you look at that, you've done something, huh." Anton teases.

Laughing, you leaned over and kissed him.

"Would you like to fix that yourself or do you need help?"

"I'd like to smell more of that perfume."

You stifled a laugh, "I never took you for a smell guy."

"And I never took you for a perfume kind of girl." He paused for a second. "I mean, I just expect you to wear florals or fruity smelling perfumes. Nothing like that one."

You leaned in, moving to the side when he leaned in for a kiss.

"I like a lot things." You smiled. "Now, if you wanna have sex can we go to the bedroom?"

Anton laughed, standing up from the couch to scoop you into his arms. He was ridiculously strong, being a former athlete and regular at his gym, Anton could pick you like you weighed nothing.

Walking into your bedroom, the sheets were still messy from your session earlier. Setting you down, Anton took his jacket off before climbing onto the bed.

"Can you hand me the bottle?" You asked, smiling up at him.

"The perfume?" He asked, freezing in place.

"Yes, please."

Anton stood up and slowly walked over to the perfume tray, picking up the perfume and walking back to the bed. You opened the lid before moving to unbutton Anton's shirt, spraying the perfume onto his chest.

"Oh?" He sat there, a little stunned.

You undid your dress, pulling the straps down your shoulders as you sprayed the perfume right between your breasts before setting in down onto your nightstand.

"Let's fuck."

Anton laughed before diving in to kiss you, his soft lips melting against yours as his hands carefully held your jaw. Taking a deep breath of the perfume, freshly spritzed and still in the air, Anton descended down to your neck and shoulders, kissing and biting his way down.

"Mmmm." He moans, feeling your soft breasts.

You looked at his face, flushed and displaying a level of pleasure you'd never seen on him. Grabbing his chin to kiss him again, you undid the rest of his buttoned shirt and slid it off of his shoulders. Hands resting on his pecs, your tongues moved together as you began toying with him, a light graze along his nipples before moving down towards his belt.

Anton grabbed onto your hips, grinding his bulge against your pelvis. A high pitched sigh left your mouth open for him to push his tongue further into.

You unbuckled his belt, too lazy to slide it off of his pants before you began unzipping him. As you attempted to slide his pants down, Anton slipped your bra down and pushed your dress off.

"I've been thinking about you all fucking night."

Moving down, he sucked and licked at your breasts, ripping the sheer pantyhose, he kept his face between your boobs as he got a whip of the perfume.

Hearing the sharp ripping sound you felt your thighs close in, desperate for any stimulation.

"All night?" You gasped.

Still at your breasts, Anton sucked and slid his right hand further, feeling the hot skin as he ghosted down to your clothed core. Your hands grabbed onto his head, fingering combing through his long hair.

"I was thinking about how soft your tits are."

His tongue drug across your breast, leaving a wet trail that cooled as the air hit your skin. Anton massaged your inner thighs, rubbing and swiping across your leg as his saliva began dripping down to your ribcage.

Your moans grew needier as he switched to your other breast. His left hand moving up to pinch at your nipples. His right hand trailed down your stomach before sliding underneath your panties. His pointer and middle fingers feeling your entrance and spreading your arousal around your pussy as you sucked in a deep breath of air. Breast pushing further into Anton's mouth.

Anton continued feeling your soaked pussy before pushing a finger in, holding it there as he moved his face into the middle of your breasts. Sliding his finger in and out at an agonizingly slow pace.

Anton's left hand maneuvered to scoop both of your breasts into his hands at he took both nipples into his mouth. Lightly sucking and licking onto them as he continued to finger you.

The hotter your skin got the stronger the perfume fragranced the room.

"Fuck, Anton."

The elbows you attempted to hold yourself up with caved in as you fell backwards onto the mattress. Just as Anton added a finger, he had to scoop your breasts back together. Grazing his teeth across your skin as he returned his fingers to your dripping pussy.

"I was thinking of how you'd look right now."

Anton began pumping in and out even faster as his hips unconsciously rutted into the mattress. His thick fingers pounded into your pussy, feeling every ridge and curl of his fingers as you were in ecstasy.

"Your desperate moaning as I'm fucking you senseless."

Feeling so much as once, you were shocked at your own orgasm, coming from seemingly nowhere. Anton slowed down as his mouth stayed latched onto your breast, grinding into the mattress feeling the rough material of his underwear.

A few more ruts and Anton felt himself cum, sucking in a deep breath as he froze, hips lightly rutting into the mattress. His cheeks flushed as he looked up at you.

Cooling down from his orgasm, Anton removed his pants and underwear. You began calming down as you turned onto your side, Anton crawling on top of you.

Smiling down at you, Anton asks if you had energy for another round.

"How do you want me?" You smirked, eyes heavy as you eyed his body.

"We can go like this." Anton responds, freeing your legs from the pantyhose and soaked underwear.

He lifted your leg above his shoulder.

You leaned over to the nightstand to grab at a condom. Tearing it from the strip before handing it to Anton. Tearing and wrapping himself, Anton carefully aligns himself at your core.

Even with his fingering, you were still so small, it's daunting to see his cock against your pussy. Swiping his head down from your clit to your entrance, he pushed the head in, gaining a whine from you.

Anton scooted a little closer as he pushed more of his length inside you, savoring the sight of seeing you stretch around his girth. He knows he's a big guy but seeing just how big he is, it's a confidence booster.

When he pushed all the way in, your thigh flushed against his stomach and chest, Anton let out an airy moan. Finally able to feel you wrapped around him again after hours of agony at the party.

His eyes closed, savoring the feeling of you surrounding him. Looking down, he eyed your body: the way your hair sprawled across the bed, your hands grasping at the sheets, the slight bounce and shake of your breasts.

Anton stayed still for a second before moving at a snails pace. Slowing dragging his length in and out of you, collapsed onto the bed with a light layer of sweat making your body glow.

"You feelin' good?" He slurred, too caught up in the tight grip you had around him.

"You're so good." You moaned.

He loved how fucked out you looked. As much as you loved how intense he was while fucking you, Anton couldn't get enough of that red cheeked, lust-filled expression you always had.

His eyes flicked from your face to your core, seeing your moans fall out of your soft lips before looking down to your dripping core squeeze around him. He was intoxicated with everything happening as the light smell of cognac coming back. He wasn't sure if it was from the spritz on your body or his.

Right hand holding your thigh up, his left hand goes to your hand, lacing your fingers together.

"Anton." You gasps.

"I'm right here." He smiled down at you, voice sounding so sweet as his thumb rubbed the back of your hand.

You looked up at him, eyes clouded with lust daring to cum with every thrust he sent into your core. Anton felt his dick twitch as he looked at you, that exact look was what he loved the most.

He leaned down, testing your flexibility, as he laid a kiss onto your cheek. With your free hand, you gently moved his face to properly kiss him. Gasps and whimpers escape the two as Anton continued thrusting into you.

His rhythm becoming sloppy and fast as you continued laying gentle kisses onto each other. Sometimes it's on your lips and sometimes it's on a cheek or chin.

"Ah, mmm, I'm getting close." You sighed, brows furrowed at you felt surrounded by him.

Looking up at Anton, he took up your whole vision. His muscular arms caging you in, head hung along your shoulder, and feeling his cock dragging in and out of you. Both stretching you out as well as hitting impossible areas of you.

He felt your grip tighten along his fingers.

Speeding his thrusts up, your eyes shot open before you leaned up to kiss him more. Gentle, chaste kissing grow into deep tonguing as he felt you tighten around him. Hips spurring in and out, Anton came inside the condom with a deep sigh.

His eyes shut tightly as his body threatens to fall into the bed, doing his best not to collapse onto his girlfriend.

Pulling out, he rolled the condom off, falling onto the open side of their bed as he ties it off, dropping it onto the floor. Yiu both laid there catching their breath before you turned to him.

"When is there another company event, I'm starting to like this."

Anton chuckled, "We don't need a company party to have this kind of sex."

Your eyes light up with realization, "You're right! I just need more perfume."

Anton blushed, feeling his words lose him.

"No- you- ah." He gave up on wording this thoughts, nothing's gonna change your mind.

"No, it's great! I need more recs," your eyes turned to him, "I should take you perfume shopping with me."

[chiliyue-archived]

Praising you

Includes; Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Ranpo, Kunikida, Fyodor

Tags; SMUT/NSFW, fem!reader. Oral(giving), praise(ofc), fingering, rough sex, biting, teasing, nicknames, just filth

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Praise from DAZAI is always littered with some degrading words, coos reaching the shell of your ear as he torments you with pleasure and rough touches. But how can he stop himself? Not when you're hopelessly beneath him, crimson painting your features and lips glistening in your own drool. 'Bella~ it was like your cunt was mine to fuck alone. We fit just like a puzzle.' He would whisper, soaking in your sounds as his dick hits a particular spot that made you see stars. A sly smile fits itself on his lips as he starts to nibble along your collarbone. 'When you squeeze me like that, it feels you want me to stay inside you forever, wouldn't you like that, hm? I'm not opposed to the idea. You hug me so warm.' He adores how you shyly hide your face from his, your body betraying you as you habitually lock your arms around his shoulders; and he doesn't ignore the way your thighs clamp around waist, only inviting him deeper into the comforts of your hole.

" My Belladonna, don't shy away now. My, you sound so heavenly mewling and crying for my attention. Ah- but you feel so good around me, taking me so well."

He's similar to Dazai, in which he can be really mean, but above all he prioritizes your own pleasure before his own- and in doing so makes you know just how good you make him feel. CHŪYA would hold the back of your head with gentle but firm fingers, guiding you a pace he only knew the rhythm to. Even as his dick hit the back of your throat and made your chest burn for oxygen, you still took it like the 'good doll' you were. 'Feels so good, baby. Keep going,' He would pant to you. His words were kind compared to his pace or how harshly your nose brushed against his plevis. But Chūya's fingers carded through your hair, pulling aside the stray strands and even wipes away the tears that start to prick the corners of your eyes. 'I'm almost done, Doll. Fuck- you take me so well.' As he approaches closer to his climax, more mumbles of praise would drip from his voice. Even as you sputter and gag on his dick does his praise only tenfold. During the aftercare, he is just as soft, letting you know just how well you did.

" Made me feel so good Doll. So pretty with my dick in your throat. God- I swear I could stay like this for hours. Now c'here, let me make you feel good too."

When you clamp tightly around his cock, ATSUSHI'S brain goes completely blank, he wasn't even aware that his mouth was running as he lost himself in the pleasure. His fingers are interlace with his as he habitually tells you just how much he loves you. 'You feel amazing, y/n. So g-good.' He would cry, eyes struggling to keep eye contact with you. His eyes squeezing shut as you clamped your thighs around his waist, in part with how well his dick kissed your cervix. You were practically seeing stars at that point, back arching prettily for him. Atsushi bit down on his lower lip, his eyes flickering down to where the both of you were connected, that alone shot a wave arousal down his spine. ' You're so pretty, too beautiful for me. I don't deserve you.' His lips came crashing to you own, swallowing your sweet sounds as his hips exceeded a faster tempo. He was becoming a shaky mess by the second, and he couldn't stop himself from tugging and nibbling on your saccharin lips, swollen from his vehement kisses.

" I'm so close- please a little more. I c-cant help myself, your doing so good and s-so warm. You're so pretty, god- what did I do deserve you?"

Is unforgiving in the way he teases you, his praises coming in between coos. Though one things RANPO loves to express is how pretty you look when you're all dolled up for him. His fingers were kneading roughly against your skin, your lacy garments becoming shredded within the pads of his fingers. 'I must say darling, you look so pretty like this.' His vacant hand wasted no time as finding your cilt, teasing the folds tantalizingly as you whimpered. It wasnt long until they found the comforts of your hole, knuckles deep into your mushy walls. ' You're sucking me right me in, so warm~' He mused as his fingers sloppy toyed with you. His lips start to suckle at your chest, tugging and pulling at the skin. He relished the way you trembled as his lithe fingers brushed that sweet special spot he knew you struggled to reach on your own. 'Keep making those lovely sounds, so lewd and pretty at the same.' He chuckled as you clenched around his fingers. His lips resumed it torment on your exposed skin, leaving pretty bruises that compliment you greatly.

" Don't look away embarrassed, you look heavenly like this. Look at you, sucking my finger right into your needy cunt, my dear. I find myself becoming addicted with how well you take me and the look on your face is adorable too~!"

Yes. KUNIKIDA will make sure you feel loved at every moment possible, endless praises leaving his lips that make you blush. Even as he thrust into you, his voice carries words that make butterflies dance in your stomach. 'You're taking me so well, good girl.' He would murmur against your lips sensually, hands brushing loose strands from your eyes. His pace is gentle, considerate to your pleasure while hes being attentive to anything may cause discomfort. He would smile against your lips when you start to release sweet whines and moans, urging him to continue. His heavy breaths are swallowed as he goes to press a fervent kiss to your lips, one of his hands trailing down to rub against your nerves; you tremble at the new pleasure that spikes through your bones. ' You sound and feel good like this,' He mutters, followed by a sharp groan as you clenched tightly around him. He adored seeing your half-lidded eyes, mouth gaped as whimpers fell from you- even more so at the way you reached out to him yearning for his attention. No matter, Kunikida will fulfill all your desires and all the while making sure you know how good you perform.

" You squeeze me so well, you're so good for me. I promise I'm gonna make you feel good too, fill you right up. Ah- good girl- just like that."

His praises are rare and in-between. In most instances, you gasp when those words drip from his voice- and he's quite amused at the surprised expression that comes to your features when he does so. And sometimes it was hard to tell whether what FYODOR was saying was genuine or merely a means of painting your face red; regardless the intention, it does wonders for your arousal. Fyodor, as in every other endeavor he partakes in, is calculated. He praises you when you reach your climax, only furthering the numbing of your mind and leaving in you a hazy state as his hips continue to slap into you without much remorse. Tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes whilst your lover adds to the collection of bites scattered around your bare body. 'You look quite adorable crying. Does my dick feel that good, hm?' He hums against your blemished skin, teeth grazing over your bare collarbone. You can only babble in response, hands weakly pawing st his skin. 'You're like a pretty little mouse, in need of attention.' He mused. His actions never once show you a trace of mercy, edging you closer to another orgasm... and another.

" My little mouse never fails to please me. Such a good pet you are, obedient and well-behaved. Ah look at the mess you've made, are my words arousing you?"

[daintylovers]

thinking of calling stiles or thomas pretty which leads to the most hot teeth clashing make out session with then leads to the most passionate sex ever..

i don't know what i'm on tonight leave me alone ..

aaahhhhh i know its been so long but I'm really feeling stiles rn-

you guys are already making out on his bed when you whisper the words- god, you're so pretty, baby

and goddamn if he hadn't already had a raging boner, he definitely would have after that. everything about those five simple words had him gasping for air. the breathy tone with which it was said, almost like you were mid-moan. or how you were the first person to ever call him pretty. it has him pulling himself away from you, grasping your cheeks in his hands to really be able to look into your eyes.

in typical stilinski fashion, he says- do you really think I'm pretty?

you can smell the underlying insecurity in his words. what if you were just saying that to keep things all hot? what if you didn't mean it?

of course, i think you're pretty. are you crazy? god, every time i look at you i have to manually force myself to breathe. you're the prettiest person I've ever seen, and i get to look at myself in the mirror every day.

that last bit pulls a giggle from his lips. he's grinning like a dork, which only adds to your love for him.

he dives back into your kisses, tongues lapping at each other. and when he realizes he may not be winning that fight, he moves to kiss along your jaw, pulling pretty noises from your lips. his hands move up and down your waist, pushing the fabric of your shirt up higher every time, until you eventually get the hint and take the damn thing off.

his hands are pawing at your breasts but he moves further down quickly. unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, he has you kick them off the rest of the way.

not fully expecting to get to this point today, but happy to do so nonetheless you apologize for the pink cotton panties you are wearing. they have a little bow at the center and stiles is practically drooling at it.

he slowly pulls them off, reveling at the slick that sticks to the fabric. slightly nervous, your head is facing the ceiling as his breath fans across your center. he makes sure you aren't paying attention before he pockets the underwear- for, later purposes.

stiles specialize in kitten licks to your clit that have you squirming and gripping the sheets for dear life. you don't want to grind into his face but it seems like he wants that with the feathery touches.

but he's in one of those moods to prolong things. take his time. what a sap.

you let him continue his motions for a few more minutes. he adds a finger, pumping in and out at a steady rhythm. but it's not enough. you need more.

so, as gently as you can, you push him away from your core.

whats wrong? are you okay?

you answer him with a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. you hands travel down to palm him through his pants. which is completely unfair, why is he not naked?

you begin unbuttoning his pants before just telling him to take the jeans off himself.

he's quick to respond, tugging them off and throwing them behind him. then he completes the job by doing the same with his boxers.

you look at him for a moment, taking him in with all his glory. his swollen lips, chest panting up and down, and his dick, head coated in pre-cum.

you both lock eyes and go for it, teeth practically gnashing together at the speed with which you throw yourselves to each other. you have one hand snaking down to start rubbing him, and he pulls away once again. breathing heavy with eyelids practically closed. he whimpers and pleads for more. just a little bit more.

so you push him onto his back, straddling his hips, quick to line him up and sink yourself onto him. he moans on impact, so loud that if his dad were home, you both would have been fucked.

he doesn't hesitate to start bucking up into you, barely giving you the chance to sink up and down at your own pace. its a play for power as he moves his fingers down to circle around your clit, finally pressing firmly enough. he speeds up his motions and it has you falling onto his chest.

stiles smiles at this, happy to have won this fight. he flips you onto your back before pistoning into you at an almost relentless pace. you both are groaning in each other's ears and in no time, he has you seeing stars. once he feels you tighten around him, he pulls out at record speed, spilling onto your lower stomach, if he had waited a second longer, he would have done it inside of you, and you would have murdered him.

he collapses beside you, taking a few moments before getting up to get a towel and some clothes.

he comes back to clean up, but there's still something on his mind- did you mean it?

you don't catch on, still in a blissful haze, so he tries again- do you actually think I'm pretty?

you laugh a little through your words- oh my god stiles, are you serious? i just let you fuck the daylights out of me and you don't think i think your pretty?

yeah, sorry. it's stupid-

no, stiles it's not stupid- its just, i don't know a better way to say this other than saying that of course your pretty because i wouldn't fuck someone who wasn't pretty.

and that, oddly enough, has his ego soaring to the skies. because, yeah, he is pretty and he gets to have sex with you anytime he wants. well, as long as you also want to have sex at that point.

A/N: I wanted to keep his personality still a little goofy and awkward- so i hope it worked lol :)

[nodoubtily]

hiiii i js wanted to ask if you could do an inexperienced!jake x experienced!reader fic?

(if you don't mind that is)

but if you cannnn please doooo

-🪼

!! Of course! I didn’t know if you wanted him to be a certain way, but I’ve made Jake lean to being more submissive. Like extremely. Anyways, here you go!!

TW-// smut so MDNI!! Dom x Sub dynamic, cowgirl, experienced!Dom x inexperienced!Sub type shii, oral practices (m received), fingering, pet names (good boy, baby), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), cumming inside. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING.

It wasn’t like he was a virgin, but when you got together with him, he had only ever had sex twice. You, on the other hand, had been in multiple relationships with sexual interactions, gaining you more experience. So, on nights like tonight, you really enjoy yourself.

“Oh shit.” His hands scrunch up the sheets, eyes tightly shut as his orgasm edges nearer. “Doing so good for me, Jakey. Letting me touch you like a good boy.” Your hands work faster, tugging his extreme hard-on like your life depended on it. In a way, it did. You’d do anything to see Jake whine and moan.

“Please-“ he splutters, his chest heaving and abs clenching. The sight looked so beautiful from where you were; laying flat on your stomach as you make-out with his tip, hands gliding along his thick shaft with ease, little moans leaving his swollen, wet lips.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you say before dropping a glob of spit on his sensitive tip. “How can I help if I don’t know?”

“N-need to be insi-“ his hips thrust up to meet your hand halfway. “Inside you, baby. Please.” You pretend to think for a moment and he stares down at you in an exasperate manner, as if you didn’t already have your mind made up.

“Wanna fuck me? Is that what you want? Wanna breed my cunt?” You ask, squeezing his cock every now and then. Jake hysterically nods. “Words.”

“Please-!” You don’t need to be asked twice. You climb off the bed, slowly sliding your white lacy set off your body, showcasing your hot body. His eyes lustfully rake down your frame, his wet dick standing tall and proud.

You straddle Jake, his cock laying underneath your heat. You bring your middle finger to his mouth.

“Suck, baby.” You gently ask, and he does, grabbing your finger, entering it into his warm mouth as he swirls his tongue over it. You bring it to your downstairs entrance. “You’re really thick, Jakey, so I need to quickly prepare myself so this doesn’t hurt more.” You finger yourself slowly, before adding another, hissing at the stretch, before sliding them out quickly, too horny for his dick. You then sit up, lifting yourself off his lap so you could align his cock with your pussy. Jake quivers in excitement, before moaning loudly as you sink onto him, his large dick bottoming out, filling you, nice and snug. “Fuck, you’re so tight!” he exclaims, hands coming to your thighs. You’re panting, needing time to adjust, because your boyfriend is really big. And you never know if you feel bad that he didn’t know he was big because he rarely had sex, or to feel glad that basically no one really got his cock like you do.

“Yeah, baby? All for you, m’kay?” You say, your hands palming his abs, which only fuel you to start grinding. His hands squeeze your thighs in an attempt to stop you. “Baby, m’gonna cum inside you, sl-slow down..” you only speed up, tightening your walls around him.

“Cum in me, Jakey. Be a good boy and give it to me.” You moan, bending down, your hands on either side of Jake’s head as you bounce quickly. His arms wrap around your waist, pressing you against him as you still bounce, indicating he was going to cum.

“Fuck, shit! I’m cumming. Im cumming, I’m going to fucking-“ Jake’s mouth opens as he lets out a desperate moan. “Yes!” His seed shoots deep in your hole. Jake begins panting, before whining again.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You coax ask in worry. But you already know.

“S-sensitive. Please, slow down.” You only giggle, before sitting back up, hands on his chest as you grinding against him. He lets out a shy whimper. You take a moment to admire him; his hair is still so fluffy, but some of its sticking to the face you love sitting on, his mouth plump and open, eyes drowned in the oceans of lust that course throughout the whole room. He looks so beautiful to you, and you can’t believe he’s all yours.

“All mine. You’re all mine.” You whisper, before sitting up properly, bouncing, chasing your pending orgasm.

ALSO DONT BE SCARED TO SEND IN REQUESTS I LOVE IT

[lanadelnegan]

idk if this one is too weird for you and i‘m anxious, but,,,

negan going down on you despite you being on your period and we realize he‘s into it a lot

*deletes myself*

nothing is too weird for me babe. let me clarify.. there is NOTHING.. and I mean NOTHING.. I wouldn't let negan fucking smith do to me. xx

Vampire

Negan x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving) while on your period, squirting

not the bloody mouth gif

"Not now, Negan." You turn away from him, holding your hand over the pain in your lower belly.

Negan slides into bed behind you, spooning you close. You can feel his erection pressed into your lower back and you wish you could please him, but you're too miserable to even move.

"What can I do to make it better, sweetheart?" He asks, bringing his hand down to your belly, replacing yours. The touch of his hand gentle rubbing you immediately relieves some of your pain and you relax into him further.

"Nothing.. but I.. want you to be satisfied." Your hand drifts behind your back, finding Negan's hard cock and rubbing it through his boxers.

He grips your wrist gently, pushing your hand away. "Don't worry about me, baby. It's okay." He kisses the side of your neck.

"No, I want to make you happy.."

Negan chuckles. "Sweetheart, you have no fucking idea how happy you make me. Relax, get some rest."

"No, Negan.. I want you.." You groan, frustrated that your period hormones always makes you so horny and desperate. You may not be in the mood for sex, but you want to make him feel good. "I want to make you cum.."

"Yeah?" He breathes into your neck, whispering softly. "I've got an idea, baby. You trust me?"

You nod, patiently waiting to see what he's got in mind.

The covers peel off of you, leaving you cold and exposed in nothing but your tank top and panties while Negan positions himself below you, urging you to lay on your back and spread your legs in front of his face.

Your eyes widen as you look down at him. "Negan, what are you-"

"You wanna make me cum, right baby?"

"Y-yes.."

"Lemme eat this pussy then." He slides your panties down your legs and you arch your back, helping him get them off. You can't believe he actually wants this right now. You've never messed around with anyone while on your period, and your cheeks redden with embarrassment.

"Negan, I'm - I'm bleeding down there.."

"I know what a period is, doll." He smirks up at you, spreading you apart and licking his lips at the sight of your red, swollen pussy.

He breathes in deep, hovering his nose right above your opening. "Lay back and let daddy make you feel good, baby."

You obey him, leaning your head back against your pillow and shutting your eyes. He trails light kisses along your inner thighs, moving closer to your center with each one. His last kiss presses against the crease of your bikini line before he slightly pulls his head back, eyeing your cunt as if he can't wait to dig in.

"My dick is hard as a fucking rock right now, baby... Just from the smell of you." His breath blowing against your clit as he whispers makes you shiver and you feel him spread your lips apart further before lightly dragging his tongue from your bloody hole to your clit.

"Mmm, fuck." He says against your clit, making it vibrate and your back arch.

His arms slide under your thighs, bringing his hands up to rest on your stomach as he pushes you down, not allowing you to move. Your legs are spread even further apart in this position and you lift your head up to look down at him.

He lightly licks at your clit as he stares up at you through his brows. Suddenly his warm mouth pulls away, leaving you cold and wanting more.

"Please don't stop." You beg.

"Wasn't planning on it, baby." Is all he says before his tongue dives deep into your wet hole, curling until it's flush against the walls of your swollen cunt. Your mouth gapes open as you watch his eyes roll to the back of his head and flutter shut at the taste of you.

"Negan!" You cry out as your hand drifts to his head between your legs and your fingers tangle and tug at his salt and pepper hair. He lets you push his head further as his tongue shoves deeper inside of you until you're sure it's soaked in blood.

He moves his tongue inside you so good that your hand falls from his head to grip the sheets beside you. You try to arch your back again but his hands are still firmly holding you in place, so you cry out loudly instead.

You lift your head again to watch him and he comes up for air, meeting your eyes. You instantly blush at the sight of your blood covering his lips and he grins lustfully, revealing even more red on his teeth.

"Negan, there's.. blood on you. All over you."

"Feel like a fucking vampire, doll... I need more." His voice is deep, desperate, and raspy as he watches your cunt, waiting for you to give him more of what he needs. "Push it out for me."

You flex the muscle in your pussy before pushing, immediately feeling a thick drop of liquid run down your slit. Negan groans as he watches the drop of blood slide down to your asshole before leaning in to catch it with his tongue. He swirls it around your tight hole before licking a stripe back up to your pussy.

"Oh my god.. Negan." You moan out, enticing him suck on your clit again. His tongue works against you eagerly as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. His left hand suddenly leaves your stomach, reaching underneath himself to stroke his aching cock.

"Negan - stop, I'm, I'm gonna cum!"

"Fuck. Me too, baby." He whines against your clit, working his tongue harder and faster.

The thought of Negan cumming sends you over the edge and a rush of warm liquid squirts out of you, making Negan quickly dip his head lower so it lands in his mouth. He lets out a long, hoarse moan as a mix of your blood and juices fill his mouth. He swallows every drop down with ease before going back for seconds, collecting as much as he can like he can't get enough.

Moments of him drinking, moaning, and licking you clean pass by before he finally comes up for air.

"Goddamn, girl." He says out of breath. "Fucking love this time of the month."

[rafedaddy01]

Hii, I was thinking about a posesive Rafe that’s in love with Topper’s younger sister, The whole island knows she’s his girl but when he realizez Pope/Jj (or Both) has a crush on her The PDA goes to 100%, Topper hates this of course because it’s his sister and Rafe makes a plan. At a party The guys walk in on them while she’s riding him but Even when they walk in she doesn’t stop. And she looks anything but inocent, and before she got togheter with Rafe she was super inocent and shy about sex and sexual stuff and if he Could Say something about that It would be Great. Hopefully you like The idea 🥺

My Bestfriends Sister

Summary: Rafe must show the world that you’re his, but what happens when you beat him to it.

Warnings: smut, riding, oral, fingering, language, possessives, arguing, fighting, drinking

I have a plan, I always have a plan.

Sometimes they work out sometimes they don’t, but this one will. She is my girl and nobody can have her.

“Topper man, I’m telling you. It will work!” I plead with my best friend. He’s never been fond of the idea of me dating his little sister, but fuck him. I love her and he’s just gonna have to put up with it.

“Rafe..” topper scratched his head as he contemplates for the right words.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but your kinda a fuckboy, what makes you think you could my sister happy?” Topper looks nervous, he best fucking be. He knows if best his ass in a second if he said something to upset me.

But I’m not that man anymore. Not for a while, not since.. her

I glared at him for a second before I found my words.

“Trust me bro, it’ll work”

** later at the party

“Dude, did you see y/n tonight. In that tight little dress that hugged her ass so perfectly! I’m gonna ask her out tonight” the pouge scum had the audacity to speak about my girl right in front of me, he doesn’t know what he’s in for.

To be fair he doesn’t know I’m right behind him, but he will soon.

“What the fuck did you just say?” I turn him around so quickly I’m surprised his head is still attached to his body.

“Say that shit again and you won’t live to see another day, pouge” I spit the word in his face so that he remembers his place.

“Shit relax Rafe, I thought you’d of all people appreciate a little ass” JJ chuckled like it was the funniest shit he’s ever said.

“That piece of ass is my girlfriend you piece of shit”

The last think I remember is swinging my fist right into his perfect little nose and stepping back to watch the blood seep out as his friends surround him.

I need a drink.

I stumble into the kitchen and pour myself the strongest shit I can find, whiskey. It’ll do.

“Rafe!”

Instant comfort fills my chest at the familiar voice.

“There she is” I wrap my arms around my girl and bring her close, embracing her rose scent. “Missed you”

I plopped her down onto the counter and stepped between her thighs. “So much” my mouth travelled to her neck and my fingers traced up her smooth thighs, pushing the material of her skirt up.

She tilted her head back and a small giggle left her lips. Fuck that sound, had my dick straining against my jeans more than it already was.

“I miss you too” her voice was low and dripping with arousal, almost as much as her pretty cunt when I dipped my fingers to touch her soaked panties.

“Fuck” I growled as I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her out of the kitchen, past the crowd and showing everyone that she’s mine.

I push the door to her room open and throw her onto the bed.

“My dirty girl, can’t even let me enjoy one night of fun without being a horny slut can you?” I stride over to her and pull her to the edge of the bed before kneeling down to her pretty clothed pussy.

“Please” her whine was music to my ears.

“Please what baby” I run my nose up the inside of her thigh until I nudge her covered clit, which is already magnificently swollen with want.

“You have to use your words” I bite the inside of her thigh as I trace my fingers over the wet spot on her panties.

“I want you, I need you Rafe, please!”

I barely let her finish the sentence before I’m tearing her panties down and diving in for a taste.

“Fucking magnificent, you taste like heaven baby” I groan the words into her cunt as I dive in for more.

“Rafe!” She grips onto my hair and it drives me wild, I’m in deep shit with this girl.

“Scream baby, let everyone know your mine” I demand her just as I stuff her pretty cunt with two of my fingers and curve.

I know her body like the back of my hand and one push onto her delicate spot has her melting right into me.

“Oh shit! Rafe, god don’t stop”

She’s grinding down on my hand and I’m about to bust if I don’t get inside her right now.

“Come on baby, let go for me” I praise her through her high as she slowly starts coming down.

“Good girl” I knead her thighs as I push off my knees and stand to undress.

She watched me with hungry eyes as I strip down my boxers and my dick hits my stomach.

“You dirty dirty girl, what happened to that innocent y/n I met? Hmm?” I stroke her cheek and plant my lips on her before pulling away and aligning myself up.

“Wait!”

“What is it baby?”

She gives me the most innocent look and says “I wanna ride you”

A dark chuckle leaves me body as I position myself on the bed.

“Come here bunny” she crawls over to me and I help her out of the rest of her clothes so her perky tits are right in my face and she sits down on my cock.

“Fuck” we both grown out at the relinquished feeling.

She’s starts bouncing up and down and I’m grabbing her tits, putting one nipple in my mouth and sucking. Fuck this is heaven, and I’m the only one who gets to see her like this.

Almost like she could read my mind she says, “I’m the only one rafey, I’m yours, oh god, right there”

Just when I’m about to take control the door swings open.

“Hey Rafe I-“

I expect her to stop at the presence of her brother and kelce but she starts bouncing again while making eye contact.

“Oh my god!” Topper rushes out of the room while kelce on the other hand leans against the door and watches.

And my little slut loves it. She puts on the best show, “oh shit, I’m so close!” She starts toying with her clit while making eye contact with kelce.

I grip her throat and face her towards me. “Your mine, got it?” I slap her ass and take control, thrusting up into her.

“Get out” I bark at kelce without even looking at him and he leaves.

“Such a slut baby, does it get you off to know that my friends and your brother saw your fall apart on my dick?” She clenches around my cock at my words.

“Yes!”

I’m thrusting at a relentless pace now and she’s taking everything I’m giving her.

“Such a good girl, and all mine”

She comes with a scream as I pound into a couple more times and let my cum go deep inside her.

“And now everybody knows it” I kiss her hard and deep and feel her body fall into me, I’m never letting her go.

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[vhyunjinverse]

Daddy (Matthew Ver.)

poc f!reader x Mgg (18+)

summary: he’s there when you need him. he makes sure you’re living perfect and comfortably. he’s your daddy, and you’re his perfect little girl.

warnings: dom!matthew, sub!reader, poc!reader, praising, oral (m receiving), slight masturbation

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“That’s it..you’re doing perfect sweetheart.

Your lips suck the tip of his thick cock, curious eyes desperate for approval looking right up at him. Matthew’s beautiful, everything you’ve ever wanted, anything you’ve ever needed… “Fuck..that’s it.” You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He lets out a small, desperate breath, moaning out into the quiet air of his living room. “My perfect girl” he relaxes into your mouth, cock slipping further past your perfect lips.

“So big Daddy..” you gasp around his leaking cock. Your thighs rubbed against one another, your cunt wet from his finger being inside of you just moment before, that and the way his cock filled your mouth turned you on so much. “That’s it..fuck, take it baby.” He grunts as you pulled back, licking your lips. You kiss his tip, hands running up his thighs. You lick a long strip alongside his cock, staring up at him. “So big..” you whisper. Your pussy throbbed just thinking about how well Matthew was going to fill you. You take his cock to base, hand coming up to cup his balls, and squeeze. He moans, instinctively reaching for your hair. He stops however, knowing you had on your bonnet- he’d never attempt to do such a thing. Instead, he adjusts, sitting up a bit so that he could grab the back of your neck. “I wanna feel my cock touch the back of your neck, understand?” You glance up at him, eyes fluttering as you took him just the way you wanted. There dripped saliva down your chin as your eyes water. You gag just a bit, choking. As you pull back you slap his tip against your lips. You loved his cock in your mouth more than anything. “You were always a cock hungry little thing.”

He shudders, pushing your head further. “Gonna cum baby..” He fucks your throat faster. Your hands coming up to grip his thighs. “Mph-“ his cum hit the back of your throat. You choke but his hand stayed planted behind your neck. The tears leak from your eyes as he came. “Fuck fuck fuck-“ He moans. “That’s it baby..swallow it for me my good girl. So good” his words slurred slightly. “Good..”

He sighs softly as he sits back, taking time to admire you. Your plump lips swollen from kissing and taking his cock, your forehead sweating just a bit, his cum and your saliva dripping down your chin as your frantically tried to keep it in your mouth and swallow. It made him chuckle as he motioned you forward, “You don’t want to take it off?” He reaches for the pink satin material on your head, in which you lazily swat his hand away. You swaddle his lap, cock still just as hard right against your dripping sex. “No..not my bonnet.” You give him a look, and soon afterwards felt his dick twitch beneath you. “Okay baby..” His hands guided your hips to rock, gripping your ass was his favorite part of anything.

His head leaned back into the surface, adam’s apple bobbing while he moved you against his sensitive cock. “Fuck..that’s it baby. Shit..” he moans.

“May I..daddy?” your hands itches to touch yourself. He peered at you, smile on his lips. It turned him on knowing just how much you wanted it all. He’s your daddy after all, he had no trouble giving you what you wanted when you weren’t being punished. “What? Use your words baby.” You whimper feeling his tip brush up against your sensitive clit. You grind against him , your hand going over to grip his shoulder. “May I touch myself daddy?” His hands grip your ass even harder, earning a desperate moan from you. The friction felt so good between you too. Your eyes rolled a little as they closed. His cock slipping easily along your wet pussy. “..please”

You hear him groan, hips thrusting up. You felt his cock prod at your hole, your slick coating him perfectly. “You may sweetheart.” He grunts. Your fingers glide over your nipples first. They were hard, waiting. Your pinch one, moaning. Your other hand reaches down between your legs to rub your sex. You shiver at how wet you were, wetter than you imagined. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard” he breathes, cock slipping inside of you with ease. “Yes daddy-“ you gasp, head tucking between his neck while he pumped you full.

[starlightsuffered]

we need a new fic pls🙏🏼 (only if u can)

One More Night

Info - Slytherin and Gryffindor, some intoxication, mentions of sex, toxic couple, polar opposites, song fic, one night stand, lust, mention of drugs, a little bit dub con language, blood purist regulus, dry humping

One hand gripped the curls at the nape of my neck, the other pulled hard on my tie. I was gasping into the kiss. It took so much to get this desire to build in me normally, but just a makeout with her started an inferno inside me.

“I should go,” I breathed.

“Then go,” she said with an almost cruel tone. I let out a needy pant. She smirked as she felt the wild racing of my heart when she pressed her bosom against my chest,

“Y/n,” I said the hallowed name through nips and laps of her lips.

I couldn’t leave her. I couldn’t pull myself away. I tried to remember the guilt I felt every time just after we’d stopped touching. It seemed less palpable. I couldn’t picture it. It was just like every other fucking time.

I used to be a good student, a prefect, quidditch captain. I was respectable and nonchalant to a point it bothered others. Now I was like an addict. I didn’t think of anything but her body and allure.

“Is your-“ she cut off the question by grinding her crotch against me. I knew she wore no panties and the dress was so thin I could practically feel her slick.

I imagined slipping my cock into her velvety wet folds. A full body shiver overwhelmed me. My hands were on her ass. I was barely resisting anymore. My body couldn’t tell her no.

“Is your lipstick laced with something?” I finally got out the weak query. I wished she’d say yes. I wish I had some fucking excuse for how many times I went back to her. I wish I could blame enchantment for my all consuming desire for her.

“No,” she said in a smug voice that made my dick even harder. She completely knew the affect she had on me. She loved it. And though I shouldn’t, I loved it too.

Dysfunctional didn’t begin to cover us. Gryffindor and Slytherin was only the beginning. She was muggle born and would ruin my reputation. She was a party girl, who dabbled in dangerous wizarding drugs and had no care for her own well being. I was the stoic head boy who never went to parties and had each step of my future planned out. I could have never planned for her.

One party, I’d gone to one bloody Slytherin party. She’d been let in due to the illicit items she carried on her. She hadn’t even knows who I was. She didn’t know how I’d stared all night. She didn’t know my hands, my skin, my breath, my cock, all longed to be hers. It was like metal trying to resist a magnet and I’d broken eventually.

I’d felt stupid the morning after. No protection. No safety spell. It had all been raw and electric and so pleasurable I’d felt as though I could pass out. I’d been stupid enough to tell her I was a prefect and I’d be telling the headmaster what sort of things she brought to parties. We’d been nearly at each others throats, moments away from hexing one another. Somehow it’d turned into me bouncing her on my cock as she bit into my shoulder so hard it bled.

“You coming to mine?” She asked. She had the audacity to question me as she reached into my pants and fondled my aching cock. It was probably purple with need at the moment. Only she made it that way. She made me feel like a cheap whore with how fast I began to harden for her.

“No,” I breathed. It was the right thing to do. I was going to do the right thing this time.

“Alright then,” she said instantly. She stepped back and I felt my skin had been stripped away. I was left breathless, raw, sensitive, and vulnerable.

She stood there looking like a wet dream. Her hair was tousled, lips swollen where I’d bit them. Dark marks were blooming on her honey sweet skin where I’d sucked. Her dress was hitched up. I noticed a dribble of arousal making its way down her thigh. I could have exploded in my pants.

“Goodbye then Regulus,” she purred. Her eyes were dark with promise of the most erotic pleasures.

“One more night,” I said weakly. I went to her, to my forbidden fruit. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I’d devoured it all again.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[prettyboyfucks]

I discovered your blog during my study break and now i'm humping my hand while i'm supposed to work. Don't know how long i'll be able to hold from fully touching myself. I think if i had your blessing to do it i wouldn't feel so guilty for having my t-dick so hard. Can you tell me it's okay, please ?

awww, sweet little thing, you shouldn’t feel guilty for something like that. your poor tcock just desperately needs some attention.

go ahead and give it some for me. we don’t it to get neglected. rub that swollen, throbbing dick til it’s twitching. get yourself nice and sensitive and on edge. you can do it.

wish i could be there to tease it for you. watch you squirm around while trying to do work. rub you nice and slow until you can’t take it anymore and beg me to let you cum. so cute.

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

Orbiting: pt.3,5°

[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [1.4k filler, it was supposed to be a drabble, but oh well; fwb to lovers; less plot, more smut, but basically, this is how Jungkook and Y/N came to their fwb agreement; slightly drunk sex, unprotected sex but irl plz don't be silly and wrap his willy; not proofread, heh.

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You didn’t expect your night to end up like this.

Thursdays were yours and Jungkook's torturous days. Waking up at 4 a.m. and every second, minute, and hour that followed was spent practicing on the ice—you nailing your skating routines and Jungkook running through hockey plays. Some days, you practice on different ice rinks, each on opposite ends of the town, the other days, like today, you share the big dome rink close to your apartment.

By tradition, Thursday nights with Jungkook are spent letting out steam—here is what you do as follows: 1. Rant about how hectic the day was 2. Eat an unhealthy amount of junk and sweets 3. Share a bottle of soju, or two, or more while a movie plays in the background. When the day has you beat, ideally, Jungkook makes you his infamous highball drink, and in return, you cook him extra strips of samgyupsal. A win-win.

But tonight, it seems you and Jungkook have explored a new way to let off steam.

What started out as a night full of frustrated rants turned into frantic rutting against your best friend's thigh.

You remember watching a rom-com film, and a soft porn scene came on the screen, and your inebriated brain struggled to filter your thoughts that they just spilled out, “If you weren't here, I might have touched myself over that.” Followed by downing a shot as if your words hadn't short-circuited Jungkook's own brain and went straight to his dick.

“Gguk,” you struggle to speak, lips caught between Jungkook's teeth as he playfully bites and pulls.

He's become a little more cheeky. But you wouldn't deny how seeing this side of him makes you yearn for him. Here you are, wrapped around each other's arms, but you want him closer. He's so close, yet so far. This is uncharted territory, restricted even. And you can reason that you're too far gone to just stop and cockblock yourself, but the truth is, you're being selfish. You want Jungkook. You want him all to yourself.

You lean your forehead against his, the close proximity has you feeling how Jungkook steals your breath; he breathes you in as you breathe out. You lower your eyes to look at his parted mouth, and you smirk. His lips are swollen and stained with the color of your lipstick.

“Make me feel good, please,” you scan his face, from the mole on his chin to his eyes, and pull the most seductive look you knew worked on guys.

At your beck and call, Jungkook crawls down on your body, stops at your crotch, and noses at your pussy. His hunger grows as you take over his senses—his sight focused on your arching back as he touches every skin his hands never caressed until now, and the taste of your arousal with the ripe smell of your pheromones flood him.

“Mmm, so sweet,” he hums, “I love it.”

You’ve never felt fiercely desired. You want to believe that this is more than lust. But before you can overthink and float away, Jungkook brings you back to the ground.

He doesn't bother to remove your panties. In fact, today, Jungkook discovered he has a thing for lacy underwear. Or maybe it was just having you under him, so responsive and alluring. He eagerly lays his tongue wide on your clit and laps like a thirsty kitten, the rough texture of the lace intensifies the pleasure.

With each pant and whine of Jungkook's name that leaves your mouth, his tongue dives deeper and harder inside you. The sounds you make are music to his ears that he doesn't want to stop. The call of his name grows pitchier by the second. Before you can warn him, you reach orgasm in strong spurts and the sight has Jungkook almost cumming as well.

“Shit, Y/N,” he exhales, “That was so hot, baby.”

Your body acknowledges the pet name before your brain can overthink it. You reach for Jungkook's dick, tongue wetting your lips, ready to take him, but he stops you.

“I'm close,” he shyly admits, “And if I'm cumming, I want it to be from your pussy.”

Hand still wrapped around his leaking cock, you keep stroking as you guide him to your cunt. Soft squelches are heard as you rub his tip to your pussy lips.

Jungkook groans, “Stop teasing.” He removes your enclosed palm around his dick and intertwines your hand with his as he briskly pushes it to the bed.

A moan is pulled out of you as he plunges himself inside you. He eases in so easily, but there's a burning stretch that satisfies you as Jungkook pushes his cock further. Like magnets, your legs are hooked around his waist as soon as he bottoms out.

“Shit,” you both curse. You wipe at the accumulating sweat on his forehead. His bedroom eyes chase your eyes, and when you lock gazes, it's only then that Jungkook pulls out his cock and then plunges back into your wet walls with a hip roll. The bed squeaks as he thrusts into your pussy. Breaths are once again exchanged until Jungkook feels his climax coming; he kisses you roughly, tongue and all, and releases himself.

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You're awakened with hot and heavy air blown on your neck. Turning around with a groan, your sight lands on a sleeping Jungkook, his mouth parted as snores leave his lips.

The events of last night catch up to you and you harshly sit up from the realization. The sudden jerking of blankets wakes Jungkook. It takes him a moment to re-orient himself where he is and you see it on his face when realization hits him.

“Morning,” he greets, “So, last night was wild, huh?”

You're stunned. “Is that all you have to say?”

No, it's not, Jungkook thinks. In fact, much like you, he's panicking internally. Last night, you got carried away and went over the line. But he knows that if he mirrors your reaction, there's no saving your friendship. He's considering if he could take this moment to confess, but judging how you're pacing the room now, he thinks now is not the time. He just might lose you for good only because his dick did the thinking last night. He knows how you think, Jungkook admitting how he feels now might be misconstrued as a last resort than an honest profession of love.

“Uhh, I'm not gonna lie, Y/N, that was one of the best sex I've had in a long time.” Correction, it was THE best sex he's had ever. It was with you.

“Are you really okay with what happened?” At least now you sat on the bed. Jungkook feels the chill of the morning and he thinks it's easier to pull your body for warmth than pick up his clothes across your room.

But your needs come first. And what you need right now is reassuring words to quash whatever roaming destructive thoughts you have running wild in that pretty head of yours.

“Y/N, if you're uncomfortable, we can forget about it. I mean, was it so bad for you?” The last question came out as a jest to ease your nerves and it seemed to have worked.

A snort leaves your nose. “No. It felt... good.” Too good, you think.

“Yah! Just good?” Jungkook uses this chance to pull at the duvet, but your grip is unrelenting, so you topple over his chest, giggling.

You roll your eyes. “Fine, it was one of the best sex I've had, too.”

“Just think of it as us helping each other release our... frustrations.”

You grimace. “Classy.”

Jungkook chuckles. Your grip on the blanket eases and he slips inside the comforter for warmth.

“You know,” you trail off, waiting for him to look at you. “I don't mind, uhm... I mean, with the competition coming close and you know, uhm, frustrations pile up... I think it's good if we can help each other more than just this one time?”

Jungkook knows what you're asking, but at the same time, he also doesn't know what you're asking.

“You want like a friends with benefits thing?” The last word came out hoarse from his mouth.

“Only if you're comfortable,” you were quick to assure him. Of course, Jungkook would love to have a repeat of last night, but he's not sure if agreeing with this setup will push him into the friendzone or if it will finally let you see him differently. Still, he agrees.

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