#like that vibration travelled up my leg and my hands started shaking

[vyinter]

btw thallumaala would have won an oscar if anyone outside of kerala and it's neighbors knew about it btw just saying

[hazbinwhoree]

Hello! I got to say, so far you'r my favorite writer to Adam, im obsessed with the way you write him. Could I ask for a scenerio where he makes reader squirt for the first time in her life? (Or after life). I can see him being all proud of himself while reader just lays there embarressed cuz "holly shit that never happened bofore, is he okey with the mess?"

Peak Orgasm

A/N: Thank you!

“Guess how many times I’ve actually cum in my life.” Adam liked this game. “I’m guessing it’s a low number,” he said. “It is.” “Ten.” “Lower.”

“Lower than ten?” Adam gasped.

“Once,” (Name) dropped. “I’ve come once in my life. My ex managed it. Once. I’ve never managed it, I overstimulate myself.”

Adam’s jaw dropped. “You’re joking. You’ve only had an orgasm once? Did you squirt?”

(Name) blushed. “No, I don’t think I can do that.”

“...I can make it happen.”

The tension in the air is thick.

“Oh yeah?”

And Adam is on her in seconds, slamming his lips against hers. (Name) kissed back fervently, winding her arms around his neck. Adam pulled her into his lap. (Name) could feel his erection. His sex drive never failed to amaze her.

Adam’s tongue invaded (Name)’s mouth and she moaned. Adam’s hands travelled downwards, cupping her breasts. He pulled back for a moment to pull (Name)’s shirt over her head. His eyes lingered on her bare breasts and he grinned. “Nice rack.”

(Name) rolled her eyes.

Adam was immediately back on her, reconnecting their lips. His hands groped her chest, pinching and teasing her nipples. (Name) moaned, arching her back. Adam began sucking and biting down the column of her neck, leaving his mark.

(Name) whimpered, the sensations going straight to her core. Adam smirked against her neck. “Does that feel good baby?”

His hands left her chest to tug at the waistband of her pants. He laid her on her back on the bed and she raised her hips to allow him to slide the clothing off. Adam kissed down her body until he was between her thighs, kissing each inner thigh.

Then he began to eat her out like she was his last meal.

He alternated sucking on her clit and fucking her with his tongue. (Name) cried out, reaching down and getting an iron grip on Adam’s messy hair. She tugged at it as his tongue worked, and Adam groaned, the vibration against (Name)’s pussy only causing her to tug harder.

When her legs started twitching and shaking, Adam pulled back with one last, long lick from her opening to her clit.

(Name) was breathing heavily and frowning. “Why’d you stop?”

“The goal is to make you cum, not make you overstimulated.”

Adam pulled his shirt over his head before yanking down his pants and boxers. (Name) swallowed when she saw his dick. He was big, he didn’t call himself Dickmaster for nothing. She briefly wondered if he would fit. He’d be the biggest she’d ever taken.

Adam smirked, pumping his dick in his fist slowly. “Like what you see?”

(Name) blushed.

“You think you can take it?”

(Name) nodded wordlessly.

“Good.”

He sat on the bed and gestured for (Name) to come to him. She crawled over to him on shaky legs. Adam dragged her into his lap, positioning her over his dick.

“This should be the least painful position,” he offered.

He lined himself up, his tip poking at her entrance. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said. (Name) was more than ready. She began to slowly sink down, taking his length inch by inch. When she was fully seated in his lap, she bit his shoulder as her body adjusted to the stretch.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. “You took it so well,” Adam cooed. “Tell me when I can move.”

After a minute, the pain dissipated and the stretch became pleasurable. “You can move,” (Name) whispered. Adam began to slowly roll his hips, thrusting up into her. The friction earned a pleased moan from (Name) and Adam smiled.

He tried to keep the pace slow and gentle but his self-restraint was waning. His pace began to pick up in speed and intensity, (Name) letting out little “Ah!”s every time he thrust up into her. Adam reached down between them and found her clit, circling it with a slender finger.

(Name) bit her lip before gasping. Adam timed his thrusts with rubbing her clit and (Name) slowly got louder and louder as Adam got faster and faster.

Sure enough, (Name) could feel her orgasm steadily building. Whether or not Adam would finally bring her to release or just end up overstimulating her was to be determined. Adam was panting as he continued to thrust.

He was getting close, but he was determined to get (Name) off first.

The coil in (Name) stomach tightened and she gasped. “I-I think I’m close,” she panted. Adam grinned, continuing thrusting and circling her clit at a deliberate pace. (Name)’s moans got higher and louder before she came with a cry.

Adam silently celebrated when he felt a wetness against his lower stomach. It also made him cum, and he made sure to cum as deep inside of her as he could.

(Name) was in shock. “Holy shit, that felt so good.”

Adam grinned, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. “Told you I could make you squirt.”

(Name) looked down between them, at the mess on Adam’s hand and lower stomach, growing embarrassed. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry.”

Adam shook his head. “Don’t apologize, baby, that was hot.” He was so proud of himself.

(Name) blushed, still coming down from her high, Adam still buried inside her.

“Besides, I made a mess in you, so…”

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Rated R (Chris’ Version) Part 2

Summary: You and chris explore your sexual fantasy’s with each other

Warnings: SMUTTTTTTTTTT, P in V, degration, Dom!chris, Sub!fem!reader, creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms, oral (fem receiving), pet names (ma, baby), praising

A/N: HERSES PART 2!! LUV YALL BABIES TYSM FOR OVER 200 FOLLOWERS!!!

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“i wasn’t kidding Y/N.. you’re gonna count how many times i can make you cum in one night” chris says sternly causing a rush of wetness and heat to my core.

i nodded in agreement at his words with a blush creeping on my cheeks.

“words ma” chris grabs the sides of my cheeks and makes me look at him in his eyes.

“y-yes chris” i smiled at him softly but nervously, chris and i have had sex many times but never like this… ever… now chris wasn’t soft on me during sex but it wasn’t the way i HOPED for… this? this is what i needed.

chris nodded “you’re listening so good to me ma” he leaned down and gave me a short but passionate kiss.

a blush appeared on my lips as his lips traveled down my neck sucking harshly creating dark purplish blue marks from my jaw to my collarbone letting soft moans out of my lips.

chris grabs my jaw “now your not gonna cover these up okay? you’re gonna let everyone see who you belong to? okay? understand?” his voice deepened

i nodded staring deep in his eyes.

“don’t give me those eyes baby” chris smirked

“what eyes?” i bit my lip softly as my lips curled up into a smile.

“god you have no idea how much you do to me” he softly bites his lower lip watching my eyes trail to his growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“nu uh. eyes up here” my eyes darted back to his as he lowers his body down to take my pants and underwear off in one swift motion leaving me bare from the waist down. chris can’t help but stare at the glistening coming from my arousal.

his fingers go up and down my soaking fold and a light groan comes from his lips “so soaked, baby” i moan at his tips of his fingers rubbing against my clit moving to my core and back up to my clit collecting my wetness on his fingers before lowering his head down and giving my clit a small kiss.

“remember ma, your gonna count how many times you cum for me okay?” chris says

“yes chris” i smile softly

he lowers his head and starts sucking on my clit harshly and immediately adding a finger in me curling it upwards hitting my g-spot and flicking his tongue hitting my clit at just the right angle.

“oh chris” i breathe out

he hums against me sending vibrations through my body making my back arch off the bed. he takes his arm and hooks it around my pelvis to hold me down.

“f-fuck chris. s’so good b-baby” i groan.

he smiles against me adding another finger in me curling both upward as my walls tighten around his fingers, he lifts his head up.

“you gonna cum baby? ur so fucking tight baby” he growls

“mhpf- YES” i scream out in pleasure “just li-like that baby- don’t stop”

he quickens his pace as my legs shake violently from his fingers attacking my sensitive hole, his moves his thumb over my clit causing my hips to jerk up and a pornographic moan coming out of my mouth

“s’so close baby” i breathe out

“come on baby, cum, do it ma, you’re doin so good for me yeah?” he softly speaks

with his words i cream leaks from my hole and down to his fingers “atta girl” he smirks.

“o-one” i struggle to get that word out as im already fucked out from just his fingers.

“such a good listener ma” he removes his fingers out of me moving to lay down next to me on the bed before grabbing my hips making me sit on top of him “now i want you to sit on my face…” he smiles up at me

“i-i can’t.. i’m gonna hurt you” i say with a worry in my tone.

“ma, if im gonna die this is how i wanna die, die from pussy…” he grabs my hips and moves me up and i place my thighs on either side of his head and with his hands he forces my hips down to his mouth and he immediately gets to work causing my whole body to go limp. i grab the headboard for more support.

“FUCK CHRIS” i scream out as he begins to tongue fuck me sucking on my clit causing my hips to move back and forth.

“yeah? feel good ma? he asks softly looking up at me with his mouth and chin wet. he has never looked sexier.

he sucks on my clit harshly releasing with a pop sound and flicks his tongue around my clit. my knuckles turn white from how harsh im gripping the headboard.

“c-close” i breath out between moans and a string of ‘chris’ and fuck’ leaving my lips. he hums on my clit making me release right on the spot. cum leaking out from me and on to his face. he moves me off of him flipping me on my back and wiping his face with the back of his head grinning like a kid in the candy store.

“t-two” i breathe out coming down from mt high with shaky breathing.

“good fucking girl, ma” he grins leaning down to give me a passionate kiss on my lips forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. “taste good hm?” he smiles, i nod.

chris steps off the bed as he removes his boxers and sweatpants in one making his touch deprived cock slap his abdomen, stepping out of his pants and his shirt. i use his time while he’s undressing to remove my bra and shirt while his eyes travel down my body and back to my eyes.

he grabs my ankles sliding me down the bed so my legs dangle between his body as he lines himself with my entrance rubbing it up and down my soaping sensitive folds as my hips jerk and a whine leave my lips.

“shhh it’s okay you know i’ll take care of you baby” he smiled softly

“s-sensitive” i look at him through my lashes batting my eyes at him

“i know ma, i got you” he says softly while slowly pushing himself halfway in me “fuck you’re so fucking tight baby” he says in a groan almost at a whimper

he bottoms out and stays there for a split second before pounding his hips into mine and placing my legs on his shoulders for support and groaning through every thrust.

“o-oHH CHRISS FU-FUCKKKKK” within minutes my legs shake on his shoulders using his soft hand to caress my legs while still violently pounding repeatedly into me

“this pussy is so fucking good to me” he grunts

he presses his hand on my lower stomach while leaning into me pressing my legs close to my chest getting deeper in me then his dick has been before.

strings of cuss words leave my lips as my walls squeeze his dick in all the right places.

“someone’s close hm?” he chuckles

i nod vigorously while being completely incoherent.

“go on baby, cum on me, lemme have it ma” he grunts in my ear

“c-cumm” i was cut off by my orgasm… it wasn’t my normal one though i completely squirted all over his lower half, his dick stayed in my still pounding in me as i ride out my high.

he pulls out slowly looking down at the mess he completely made of me, wetting the bed, himself, my legs, and everything in the way “fuck baby… that’s the first time i’ve got you to do that… god damn ma…” he smiles

“i-im so sorry baby… i didn’t know” i start getting embarrassed

“please don’t be sorry.. that was fucking hot, i’m definitely getting you to do that again” he grins

he takes my ankles and flips me over face down ass up and pushing himself in me completely bottoming out and his hands go to my waist forcing a faster and harder pace against me.

“i love this pussy so fucking much Y/N” he almost whines throwing his head back.

“c-chris” i drag out the ‘s’

“i know baby… gimme one more time, you got this ma” he rubs his head down my back and to my head pushing my head down in the mattress

i’m a moaning mess beneath him, he’s enjoying every second of it, he grinning at every cuss word, every moan, whimper, anything leaving my mouth he’s smiling and praising me.

“god your a fucking whore for my dick huh? not even being able to form a full sentence hm?” he pounds a little harder then before smiling at me rolling my eyes back into the back of my head mouth open with nothing coming out of it.

he takes my left leg that’s bent and lifting it off the bed causing a scream of pleasure out of my mouth.

“atta girl, there she is” he says holding my body for support noticing my body is limp from each and every orgasm of the night.

“c-CLOSE BA-BABY” i scream

“hold it ma, im close too” he groans down at me.

my legs began to go numb and shake beneath him as i’m being forced into the mattress.

“cum” with that another stream of cum squirts out of me and wetting everything in its way as his thrust began to get sloppy and the headboard began to hit the wall with his sloppy thrust into me and a loud groan falls from his mouth and his eyes roll back and his head falling back as he coats my walls white with his cum.

he pulls out softly as not to hurt me, and he carefully flips me over and runs into his bathroom real fast hoping his brothers aren’t out there to see him fully naked to grab a warm wet cloth and enters the room and carefully starts to rub down my legs with the cloth.

“you did so very good for me ma, im so proud of you” he smiles at me “how many times did i make you cum” his smile fades into a smirk

“4” i say with a rasp in my voice from the screaming

he smirks “was i okay? too rough?” he asks throwing the cloth to the corner of his room moving me so we can cuddle under his covers skin to skin.

“no no of course not baby, probably the best sex we’ve had, hands down” i smile resting my chin on his chest looking up at him as his blue eyes stare passionately in mine with nothing but love behind those eyes.

“good” he leans down to give me a kiss on my lips and runs his fingers through my hair “i love you” he whispers

“i love you most christopher” i mumble before falling fast asleep with his fingers in my hair.

chris always stays awake for a while until he knows i’m fully asleep. before he fell asleep his phone pings, a message from the triplets group chat.

“TIRED MY ASS CHRIS.. I CANT SLEEP WITH MOANING AND BANGING OF THE FUCKING WALL CHRISTOPHER… FUCK” reads the message from nick in the next room over.

chris smiles and chuckles to himself before laying back and falling asleep of himself with his girlfriend in his arms.

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A/N p2- HI LOVERS!! sorry for the late post!! i had family come into town and its midnight where im at im sorry if this seems sloppy!! i love you all!! lemme know how yall liked

this!!!!

[bangchanisinmymind]

his pillow

pairing; bangchan x reader; smut

Chris was on tour the past month, you missed him like crazy even though he did everything he could to be with you, he would be home in a few days after all but he left you the keys of the dorm so you can stay there if you missed him and felt alone, he left a few of his sweaters and one bottle of his perfume along with his earrings. Other than the different daily life you had to fit in without him or the boys you started feeling needy a lot easier, even if you saw him on TV you couldn't put your filthy thoughts away.

After struggling nearly a week and edging yourself with those edits you decided to please yourself for the first time in a while. You knew it was against his rules, he only let you touch yourself when he wanted and when he was with you. When you returned home you got quickly in his room, undressed and searched for the toys he hides for the kinky times. He had a lot, he used most of them on you but the only suitable for now was that huge fat dildo which you took out with excitement and arousal already dripping down your thighs.

You downloaded a vibration app this morning so you reached for your phone to turn it on and put it straight to your core. The vibrations travelled through your body that suddenly left and replaced with the sound of your phone ringing. It was Chris, you forgot it was the time for your videocall. You were nearly crying because of the stimulation and fear rushed through your veins but you managed to hide your naked body when you put his pillow under your chest and laying on your belly putting your phone in front of you.

"baby? Is everything okay? You usually pick up immediately and-" he stopped talking the second he saw your exposed collarbones and the dildo behind you. "hi Channie everything is okay how are you?" you said with sweetness in your voice as you tried to make everything seem normal. "does my girl need me?" he groaned feeling his erection grow when he saw your naked ass when you lowered your head to hide in embarassment.

"yes daddy I need you so bad I want to cum a lot today, can I? Please?" you whimpred and when you saw him nodding you slowly got up reaching for the dildo. "babygirl you're not ready for that yet, we need preparation first. Take my pillow" he said, voice an octave down. You did as he said and put his pillow between your legs, not sitting on it yet.

"wanna show daddy?" he said causing you to move the phone closer showing him your wetness. "that's my baby, now put the phone back and sit on the pillow" you did exactly as he said, you were now on your knees, his pillow between and touching your core, you reaching back grabbing your ankles to the feeling.

"now move" he growled and you started to move your hips, whimpers leaving your lips feeling the friction that turned to moans when you picked up the pace making the bed shake. You felt your high approaching when you heard him say "put three fingers right now in that tiny hole of yours all together until it reaches your knuckles", taken aback by his dominance you put three of your fingers on your mouth sucking at them and then in you.

"in an' out as fast as you can" he whispered and you started moving up and down to your fingers. Your movements started to be more messy feeling the knot in your stomach tightening. "pull your fingers out and cum on my fucking pillow" he commented as you did so and now you were face down to the mattress, hands on your phone to let him see you bopping your ass up on his pillow once again when your orgasm hit you.

"good job babe" he said when you came down your high now looking at him through the screen panting. "take the dildo now" he said making you horny again with only his voice. You stand up, your tummy full of cum since you laid directly on his pillow, him groaning at the sight when you took the dildo in your hands once again.

"you know what to do, I won't tell you anything, I'm just gonna jerk off watching my girl okay?" "mhm" you said sliding the dildo in you screaming at the size. "ah-ah Chris ah it's too big too big" you cried out eyes shut "sit on it like a chair,like it's my cock, relax on it baby you're already wet" he whimpred when you put your whole weight down leaving a high-pitched moan.

"i'll move fast now I need it- *moan* I deserve it right? *moan* i'm your good girl" you started moving in and out faster the fact you could hear Chris moaning too made you feel like cumming already. "would love to cum in you hon" he said full of lust as he finished on his fingers. "mmm cu-cumming" you tried to speak as you felt your liquid running down the mattress, because of your continues movement it reached between your ass making those lewd sounds both of you absolutely loved and you didn't stop moving until you felt it reach your knee.

"ah it was- was so good" you said laying on his pillow again which was full of your cum. "mm babygirl you're the best and you're mine, my baby is gonna be rewarded isn't she?" he said feeling proud of how good he had teached you "yes daddy I was so good today" you said feeling the heat rising up to your face.

"are you gonna clean up now?" he said " I have to, it's a mess" you showed him the bed and he replied "don't wash my pillowcase I wanna feel you, I'm gonna be home in two days or so, can you do it babygirl?" he said with a low voice

"yes daddy anything for you" you said as you continued talking about your day and then finally hung up and sleep on his sweater which you took out from the closet

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[thesassypadawan]

Boom Bitch (Kurt x FemReader)

Summary: Fireworks. Some find joy from them while others… Well, for those like your pup, it can be a trigger. Good thing he was you to help comfort him.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Face sitting, oral (female receiving) and… Kurt’s skilled tongue.

Notes: I would love to hear what all you, lovelies, think! If you would like to see more of Kurt! If so...I already have another idea in mind! ❤️

- You're not exactly sure how things got like this…

- One moment you're sprawled on the bed. Laying on your back, his face buried between your legs. Ravenously sucking and lapping at your cunt like a man starved…

- The next he's abruptly pulling away. Leaving you whining, crying out for him. Mixing with the sounds of fireworks popping off nearby…

- Fireworks! Propping yourself up on your elbows, you’re met by the sight of Kurt shaking slightly…blue eyes blown wide…chest rising and falling steadily…slick still covering his chin. “It’s going to be okay, pup. Breathe for me. I’ll grab your-”

- You move to get off the bed, instead his strong arms wrap around you. Dragging you upright, forcing you to straddle his torso. “Nah,” he mutters. Calloused hands running up your thighs, cupping the backs of them. “I-I don’t want that stuff, makes me all loopy. Wanna try somethin’ different this time…want ya to sit on my face.”

- A look of confusion crosses your face, unsure if you heard him right. But once he gives your squishy pillows each a firm squeeze, urging you to scoot forward onto his broad chest…you knew you hadn’t misheard, and you weren’t about to deny him.

- Shifting, hovering only inches above his lips; you shiver in nervous anticipation. Hot breath fanning across your soaked folds from his shallow pants, a gasp escaping you…along with a small trickle of arousal. “Are…are you sure? What if I smother y-you?”

- Hands come to settle on your waist, tracing soothing patterns into your skin. “Ya won’t, but…” He trails off, beginning to gently ease you down. “…if it’s my time to go, then I picked one hell of a way to do it.”

- Another loud boom echoes in the sky and, without warning, he wrenches you the rest of the way. Crashing you roughly into his waiting mouth, your legs spread wide.

- He wastes no time digging in. Licking up and down, side to side. Wrapping around your clit, tugging harshly. A groan of content floating out from beneath you.

- Closing your eyes, you lose yourself in the way he massages you deliciously…how he rolls your sensitive bud perfectly. It was so sloppy, messy, wonderful. That it has you gripping the headboard; back arching, steadily rocking your hips against his face.

- Lips suction around you, tongue delves deeply. Reaching places you never thought possible; eliciting the sweetest, filthiest moans from you.

- Cheeks go flushed, the heat inside you rises up. Arms and thighs start to tremble, shake. Your pace stutters, but he grabs hold of your ass…hard. Anchoring you to him, holding you tightly. Guiding, moving you faster; circling, plunging fervently.

- “I… I… Fuck… Fuuuck…” Mewling and whining, fluttering and clenching. Hurtling towards what felt like an earth-shattering orgasm, you teeter on the very edge until…

- Growling low…into your core. The vibration travels straight through you; goosebumps forming on your skin, nipples pebbling. Legs locking around Kurt’s head, squishing him between your pillows. Completely coming unraveled, undone.

- Licking you softly, he carefully withdraws his tongue. Flicking it against your clit, exploring your folds again. Capturing and drinking up the juices that spill out.

- Spent, exhausted; yet you still shakily rut into his mouth. Riding out your high, twitching from aftershocks. Babbling incoherently the whole time.

- As the final burst rumbles and dies, he slowly releases you from his iron hold. Allowing you to lift off, revealing him to be…

- Mess, a total mess. Strings of cum connect you to his lips. Face coated entirely in your essence, some dripping onto his neck…glistening in the faint light. Gleam of fear and panic no longer evident in his eyes.

- Barely holding yourself over him, the feeling starts to return to your limbs. You flash a mischievous grin, asking breathlessly. “Better?”

- Reaching up, he spreads your folds. Placing a kiss on your bud; thumb rubbing over your entrance, collecting some more slick. “Actually, angel…”

- Smirking, he locks gazes with you. Bringing it to his lips, sucking it clean. Pleased grunt coming from Kurt when he releases the digit with a wet pop. “…never been better. Think I might like those stupid things. Now that I got the best comfort, my…”

- Fireworks erupt nearby once more. Arms wrap tightly around your waist… “Boom Bitch.” …and yank you back down.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Can we get a drabble of someone older, of yn and jungkook waking up for the first time in jk house 🥺 perhaps in jk pov because it was his first like after years of divorce 😭 and like as per he said “my bed never witness me with others” 😆😆

Of course! Went a bit overboard pls I love them-

-> Masterlist

He's stretching his limbs a little, like usual after waking up, yawning just to notice that this time, he's not alone in bed.

He feels a lot better being back at home and not in hospital- even though it's empty here, it's still a place of safety and comfort to him. And right now, it feels even more as such- as you still sleep soundly next to him in his large bed, filling it up with warmth and a sense of serene company.

It's not at all the first time he wakes up next to a woman. But somehow, this is entirely new.

You're turned towards him even while not conscious, one of your hands touching his body, even though it's just resting on his lower stomach beneath the covers. Nothing intimate happened last night before you went to bed- mostly because you were too worried about his physical condition to let him initiate anything, but even so, it feels like it did.

Because he remembers, back in the day, Evelyn would only sleep so close to him in bed after sex- her afterglow clouding her mind, making her most likely believe she loved him.

He knows she didn't. She only loved what he was bringing to the table.

But you don't care about that. You care about him as a person, and it's evident in how you slowly wake up, barely so, mind probably slipping out of your deep stage of sleep to get ready to become conscious in a few minutes. Eyes fluttering beneath your lids, head so close your forehead is resting against his shoulder, arm laid over his body. Even one of your legs is entangled with his, feet nowhere near as cold as they were when you'd slipped under the blankets last night.

You're so peaceful like this. There's not a hint of worry on your face.

His face is flinching a bit as he gets reminded of his injuries, while attempting to turn over a bit to hold you- he wants to just forget everything else and bathe in whatever this moment is. But it's somewhat shattered by his phone vibrating and ringing outside in the kitchen- waking you up, eyes slowly opening to look at him.

"Oh.." you mumble, noticing what the sound is, before you turn onto your back to stretch fully, making him both a bit jealous of your ability to do so compared to him, and also feel disappointed that this is now the start to a new day, reality pulling you both back in. "Should I.. uh.." you speak mostly to yourself, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "..I'll get it for you-" you start, but he shakes his head, instead ignores his painful muscles as he pulls you in, almost on top of him. "Jungkook?"

"No, leave it." He denies, voice raspy and low in tone as it's the first words he speaks. "Stay." He says, taking in a deep breath, smell of both your shampoo and his bodywash filling his mind.

A mixture of both of you combined, creating something new.

Even his own shower products smell oddly different on your skin, and he can't say he's upset about it. If you ever moved in with him, would you decorate the place? Want new furniture, or change the layout of things? He hates when people mess with his stuff, but somehow, he wants you to do just that in here. Give it a distinctive touch of yours, offer him a reminder that he's not alone anymore even if you’re not here.

"Do you want breakfast?" You wonder sleepily, looking at him with eyes barely open.

"Hmhm." He hums affirmative. There's no use in running away from reality after all.

"There was a cat here." You giggle, out of context, but still making him smile. "In my dream." You explain further, yawning, his hand on your back gently running over the skin beneath your shirt. He likes this. No bra straps hindering his traveling hand, your words without filter as your standard amount of fear don't withhold any of your thoughts for now.

"A cat?" He asks, and you nod.

"It was.. brown. And fluffy." You say, resting your face on his bare chest. "It kept jumping on the kitchen counter. And you kept telling it off for it." You laugh. "But it just jumped back on, every time."

"Well, cats are quite stubborn." He tells you, watching the light outside from the sun occasionally change due to the could passing, curtains hiding you both away from the world. "I'm more of.. a dog person."

"Me too." You nod. "But there's a breed of cat that's kind of.. like dogs. Really affectionate. And they meow a lot." You say, stretching your legs for a second. "But they have really long fur. And it's white."

"They must feel very soft though." He chuckles. You nod.

"Yeah.." you admit. "But I'd have to get one of these.. these rollers with the sticky tape. To get all the fur off of your suits and shirts." You giggle. "..Or you might become a walking pet-allergy detector in your office..." you mumble, and he gets the joke-

But he also has to think for a moment.

You, in his bedroom, folding his clothes for him as he prepares for a business trip. You, making sure he doesn't forget anything the day after, kissing him goodbye at the door as you wait for him to return back. You, coming home from your own place of work while he's already home, cooking dinner.

All of the things he's never had.

"Your watch stopped." You notice, tapping on the glass top of it. He'd forgotten to take it off last night, and you're right- the delicate pieces are attempting to move, but the battery seems to be giving up.

"Because of you." He mumbles, leaning over you just a little, body still too sore. "You stop time for me." He smiles, and you giggle, accepting his kiss however before you escape into the bathroom to get ready for the day. And while you might think he was joking, he quite honestly wasn't.

Because time truly appears to become meaningless when he's with you.

He can't help but laugh a little faintly into his hands over his face, for how ridiculous this all feels. Like a crush back when he was still in school, he's excited but also panicking about what to do. He should have this all under control. This isn't his first relationship. And yet, all of this feels new, foreign, unknown.

But also truly exciting.

The anticipation for what might be filling his veins, and fueling his eagerness to show you that what you dream about doesn't have to just stay in your head. You want a cat? He'll get two so they're not lonely, no matter if they shed way too much for his expensive taste in suits and attire in general. You want a dog? Absolutely no issue. He'll get you anything you want, but this time, in your case, he's not doing it to keep you close, to make sure you don't leave-

But because you deserve it. And he doesn't just want to treat you right-

He wants to treat you the best anyone can.

[c0smoshit]

Needy Link ࣪.⋆ ♡

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Link/Reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ Just giving Link some head because he's fucking desesperate

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut! Hot kisses, hickies, dick gogogo, face fucking, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ Drabble for my precious Link (could be any of them) enjoy ;)

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 799

Link was desesperate that night, you didn't know why but he just was so needy.

It all started when you were peacefully making dinner, chopping some mushrooms before you felt him behind you. You would have found it a cute gesture if his hot breath trickling your neck and his not so adorable kisses weren't on the way.

Well, how long had he been away, travelling, without tasting you? Yeah, that was probably it.

Soon he managed to turn you around so you were facing him, the knife discarded on the wooden cutting board behind you now. He didn't even give you time to protest before his lips were on top of yours, kissing you like if you were about to dissapear.

He pushed you harder into the counter, his clear erection now poking between your legs, making you gasp into the kiss before his tongue invaded your mouth.

"Link"

You whispered out as you felt him trail his kisses to your neck, breathing heavily and sucking a hickey into your jugular.

Your sweet sounds only encoraged him further, his hands now grabbing your chest, unwittingly rutting into you. You placed your hand on the back of his head, caressing his soft blonde hair while the other one gripped the countertop tightly.

But an idea popped into your mind. Smirking mischievously, you pulled him off your neck, moving both of you around until he was pressed on the countertop. He seemed confused at first but he let you handle him around.

His cheeks went red at the sight of you getting on your knees in front of him. He would never get tired of your pretty face bellow him, excitedly trying to make him cum.

He hissed out as you exposed him into the evening air, kissing his thigh softly before grabbing him with your hand. Hylia your soft hands, if they already felt good on his hair they felt 5 times better on his dick. He already had melted with the first stroke, gripping the countertop tightly as he sighed out.

He felt feather-like kisses all over his shaft, your hand slowly pumping him. He was aching, and salty precum beads oozed from his tip, which was flushed red. He was done with your teasing, so he placed his hand on your cheek, signaling you to face him.

"Come on, please"

And who were you to deny him? A last peck was placed on the very top of his cock before you began sucking him off. Your warm mouth finally enveloping his tip was like heaven to him.

He groaned as he felt your mouth move further into him, tilting his head backward in ecstasy. His Adam apple bobbed down, holding himself back from fucking your mouth.

You pulled off him, teasingly licking a hot strip on the underside of his cock. You eyes looking up at him and he could've came just from that view, your beautiful eyelashes batting up at him while you had his cock on your hands and mouth.

"Shit"

He muttered out as you deepthroated him, head bobbing up and down as you rested your hands on his thighs. His hooded eyes looked down at you, his blush had spread to his ears now, absolutely loving the sight.

His thighs were slightly shaking, mouth parted at the pleasure you were giving him. He couldn't take it anymore so he grabbed the back of your head, forcing you into his cock faster, muttering a "sorry".

Your eyes were watery, your spit covering him as he slid you faster into him. He loved you, you and your pretty little mouth and oh your sweet gags, tightening around him so good. You closed your eyes, letting him fuck your mouth as he searched his climax.

"I'm- fuck"

His words were slurry and when he peeked down to your teary flushed face, taking him so well and your sweet moans vibrating around him. That was his last straw, he had never came so hard, but he wanted his cum on your face so he pulled off you before you could protest.

He came with a long grunt, fisting himself desesperately before his seed invaded your forehead and cheeks. And that was the most beautiful scene he had ever witnessed, your tongue out as he painted your face with his warm sticky cum. If he was soft now, your thumb sliding a bead of his cum into your mouth made him hard and needy again. He needed you.

So he grabbed you by your shoulders, pulling you up until you two were facing eachother. He kissed you, moaning at the taste of him in your mouth, but this time he was the one trailing downwards with a sly smirk on his face.

"Let me repay you princess"

[leviismybby]

levi taking you raw and thinking "one kid wouldn't hurt.." >>>>

Anon???? So we all have the same brainrot rn...

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Warning: NSFW 18+, mdni, overstimulation, Levi being pussy drunk

Levi was an extremely careful man, he never bit off more than he can chew. But with the way your eyes roll and your back arches, he might just do something risky.

It wasn't always that the two of you go at it without protection but Levi was needy and he couldn't wait.

You feel his hot breath on your neck as his cock pounds into you repeatedly, your moans vibrating throughout the room. Levi was all but gentle.

"Fuck. Fuck!" Your nails dig into the sheets feeling him deep in you. Levi grunts slightly at the way your pussy squeezes so nicely around him.

"You k-keep clenching nghh-" He takes your hips, slamming you harder onto his cock. You swear that you lose your vision for a second from how good his cock feels.

Feeling you clamp around him even more, Levi knows that you are about to cum. His hand travels from your hip to your neck and he squeezes.

Your arms fly from the mattress to his hands, wrapping around his wrist and digging your nails into his skin as he goes faster.

"Levi. I'll cum!" You manage to cry out despite his hand on your throat. "G-go on baby." And like on cue, your eyes roll back and you grip at his hand tighter, coming around his cock.

Removing the hand from your neck, Levi leans down and kisses the red skin, thrusts slowing down but he isn't going to finish yet.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders and you bring him in for a messy kiss. Levi moans against your mouth when your purposely clench your walls around his cock.

"Fucking-." He says pulling away from your mouth and resting his hands on your stomach as he stops moving his hips.

He really, really wants to cum inside of you. It wouldn't be bad right? Besides your child would be cute.

His cock twitches at the idea of filling you up. You wouldn't be mad at him right? Levi starts moving his hips again, this time in a much rougher pace.

"Want me to cum inside of you hmm? Fill up your greedy little cunt?" You honestly aren't even hearing what he is saying, too lost in his cock hitting the deepest part of you.

So you nod your head, not having it in you to even say anything besides helpless whimpers. Something flashes in Levi's eyes, one kid wouldn't hurt.

He takes your thighs and pushes your legs up until you're completely spread for him. "Yeah? Want my cum in you?" You nod again, this time hearing what he is saying but honestly you always wanted for Levi to fill you.

Your nails dig into his muscular back, leaving scratches behind as he starts to fuck you without mercy making the bed shake with his thrusts.

"Gonna fill you up so nice. F-fuck." He throws his head back, hips snapping into you immensely. Levi rethinks again, maybe he should pull out and cum all over your stomach.

However when your moans of "please Levi inside me." reach his ears and the way your pussy is so perfectly wet and tight for him, makes him take all of those thoughts back. He will cum inside you and no one can change his mind now.

Levi starts moving harder, his hands leave your waist to grope at your breasts as they bounce up and down from his thrusts.

"L-Levi. I can't-" You dig your nails at the back of his skull as you cum for the second time, your warm walls clenching down on Levi and creating the filthiest sounds he has ever heard.

He is close too, few more snaps of his hips and he is coming deep inside of you. Just like he has always wanted to.

"Fuck. Like that. Take it all in. Good girl." He lazily thrusts into you as his cum fills you up. It feels too good, so warm.

Once he is done coming, he pulls out, eyes glued on the way his seed drips out of you. This might just become his favorite thing to do, if you allow him to of course.

"Look at that. Fucking filthy." You smile at his words, head resting on the pillow and body breathing heavily. "Don't act like you weren't begging to do so for the last ten minutes."

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[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 25

Prompt: Overstimulation Pairing: boyfriend!Yeosang x fem!reader   WC: 500    Summary: Innocent face, rock hard abs. Deep voice, tiny whines. Yeosang is a lesson in dichotomies.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Yeosang or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.

Additional TW/CW below the cut.

TW/CW: unprotected sex, cumming inside, painful orgasm

 Yeosang’s mind is blank but he prefers it that way. The simplicity of laying below you, watching you bounce on him breathlessly until your legs shook and collapsed. He loved to look up at you with wonder. Your hair a halo around you, perky nipples puffy and raw from the attention received. So tired that all you can do is whine and grind yourself against his pelvis with his cock buried to the hilt.  His mind isn’t blank so much as it is numb. It’s numb to the constant buzz of adrenaline that comes with each dry orgasm. Numb from the tightened cock ring keeping him hard for you. As it was all for you. Truly he felt bad being gone as long as he was, as frequently as he was. It was his job but you were the one who suffered for it. In turn, he suffers now.  Yeosang’s groans are musical. Starting low, grumbling in his chest cavity and shaking your thighs. Gradually as the sting of each dry orgasm intensifies, so does the pitch of his moans. Thin pinched whines escape him to release the pressure in his gut. God, he wants to make you happy, needs to make you happy, keep you happy.  “You make me feel so-” your breathy voice breaks as you grind. “Yeo-oh fuck-I’ve missed being this full.”  His eyes roll back. He loves the praise you lavish on him. All he’s able to do is whine back in response, grip tightening as you rock. Humming a high pitch his eyelids flutter.  “Just one more, just one more and I swear-” your legs tremble as you attempt to bounce on him. Weak little arrhythmic hops have him practically crying out. He’s close if he can even cum anymore. Yeosang can barely even summon enough water for his eyes to keep from drying out at this point. High pitched breathy “ah”’s keep escaping the well muscled man, putting what little is left of his strength into thrusting his hips up into you. Against all his current judgment the evolutionary imperative takes over, hands traveling to the dips of your waist and holding you still in the air. Its a flick and roll of his wrist to remove the rubber ring from himself.  “Just one?”  “Just one.”  Yeosang puts every fiber of his being into pounding up into you. Your moans tremor and vibrate with the percussive hits. You cum again, clenching around him. Passion twists painfully in his pelvis, muscle fibers knitting tightly as his mind threatens to pull apart at the seams. His climax burns through him like fire in his veins. High pitched whimpering turning back into low groans as the air escapes him. Arms wrapping and holding you tight enough to prevent you from moving as cum dribbles out of him weakly.  You praise him as he gulps and gasps. The pain is worth the reward.

As i was writing this i realized from the male perspective i don’t understand the difference between edging and overstim and i was like, trying to research but lord that didn’t help at all.

[trashogram]

Hiya! Can I please request a threesome w Lilith, Lucifer and Fem reader for kinktober? Sorry if it's not doable and thank you in advance!

Kinktober Day Thirty — Threesome

Warnings: F!Reader, Cunnilingus, Opening a Marriage, Sex for Conception

You’d agreed to carry for the couple, but you hadn’t anticipated enjoying yourself quite as much as you did.

Your expectation involved one of two things: either Lucifer would miraculously implant Lilith’s egg and his sperm inside of you without making actual physical contact… or you would have to endure a clinical sexual experience with the King of Hell and avoid Lilith’s gaze for weeks afterward.

Instead, the Queen had taken your hand in hers and guided you to their marital bed with an excited little smile. Lucifer was left to trail after the both of you like a puppy fraught with nervous energy.

He had stayed present just to watch Lilith render you into a pitiful, mewling mess of heated skin and shaking limbs. Lucifer’s wife shared with you his misfortune — that he wasn’t allowed to participate until Lilith had gotten you good and ready. It was like a little secret, shared between the soft smacking of lips together and your endless yarn of moans.

Your entire body was bright, touched by starlight and mixed with the scent of lilacs as you started to combust for the fourth time. Lilith held your hand in hers, fingers entwined as she enticed another climax from your swollen pussy with her tongue.

It brought tears to your eyes when she relented, just to press a reverent kiss to the top of your mound. Her kisses snaked up from between your thighs to your soft belly, jasmine hair flowing across your trembling legs and bruised hips as she went.

The “Please” that sprung up amidst your panting and whimpering couldn’t have come from either you or Lilith. Your heads turned to see Lucifer, vibrating where he sat with a tent in his trousers.

Lilith grinned when you couldn’t hold in your giggles and hid your face in the curtain of her hair.

“Would you like him to join us?” She asked, directing you to look at her with a loving caress of your cheek.

Perhaps you were a soft-hearted fool, but with another glance at the King in his discomfort, you couldn’t help but feel sorry.

“Only if you stay.” You whispered, tentatively lifting your hand to cup one of her breasts.

Lilith cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before she beckoned Lucifer over.

“Come give our darling a baby, Luci.” She commanded, full lips twitching to suppress a smile as Lucifer hopped onto the bed.

You laughed heartily at the bounce, tickled by his enthusiasm. Lucifer reached for both of you, grasping your free hand and holding onto Lilith’s leg, squeezing you both as if to make sure you were both truly real and there.

“Oh!” You blinked, realizing Lucifer was just as bare as you and Lilith inexplicably.

His cock looked so swollen, head leaking until a trail of precum had slid down the shaft. Charitably, you took him in hand and stroked with your already damp palm and fingers.

It ripped a full-body shudder from Lucifer, his cry echoing in the generously-sized bedroom. Lilith steadied him by the shoulders, half-lidded eyes traveling from his wracked frame to you.

“Not yet.” She admonished, light and airy as she moved Lucifer by the hips and slotted him between your legs. “All good things come to those who wait, my Loves.”

Drowsy and dreamy as you were by the exhaustive orgasms, you still keened when Lucifer filled you up. He didn’t waste a moment, claws stabbing through the soft mattress as he rocked into you. Your back arched despite the soreness laced throughout your muscles, head tilting back and getting lost in the twisted sheets and endless pillows.

Lilith pulled you out of the fabric sea and up to her chest, letting you nuzzle into her bosom and wail against her sternum. Her heart was fluttering behind her soft purple skin, so close to your searching lips, though her fingers ran through your hair invariably.

It took her by surprise when your hand curled over her asscheek, fingers dipping into her own wet sex.

You looked at her with big liquid eyes when she pulled you back. “I wanna make you feel good too. Please?”

Her tongue peeked through her lips, wetting them as she held your gaze for a moment.

Lilith nodded with another soft little smile, following your lead as you pulled her leg. It swung over you gracefully, with Lilith coasting over your figure until her dripping cunt was lined up with your mouth.

The stifled squeak she made as she sat down on your waiting tongue was barely audible in the cacophony of Lucifer’s growls and whimpers.

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

I wanna start off by saying i kinda hate House of dragon for stealing my f+cking idea about the son.

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- 18+ words and themes overall, cussing, mention of death, SMUT pinv, unprotected, child death, gruesome written imagery, content containing the mutilation of child, angst Lmk if i forgot anything. Sorry this chapter is kinda short and depressing

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CHAPTER 25

No time is wasted for the two of you. As soon as the crowd clears and everyone retires to their quarters, Sandor has you in his arms under, on top, to the side of him anywhere he can get you he wants you, and you want him all the more so. 

The impatient man rips your dress clean off you, the hand stitching giving out under his strength as the fabric tears apart. His lips waste no time exploring your body, and his tongue begs to taste ever part of you. After starving from your touch, taste, love. He devors you like a madman. 

Your hands wander his chest and torso feeling the muscle under skin as it flexes and softens with every movement. His skin burns against your with anticipation. Your lips collide over and over in sloppy kisses. He pulls his face back from you as you both stand nude in the room, the air boiling with lust and tension. His hands rest on either side of your face admiring your features, memorizing them over and over before your hand travels down his front, taking his cock in hand, giving it a stroke. 

A grunt leaves his lips as he presses his forehead to yours. The grip on your face moves down to your ass giving your cheeks a squeeze before he picks you up into his arms placing your back against the plush bed. He kisses down your body fervently. His lips travel to your chest taking care of each of your breasts before moving down more, his rough hands silking over your waist. 

He wont admit it but he misses your pregnant body, not that he got much of it. But the look and feel of you swollen with his child how soft you are and were and needy. 

He pull your thighs up and back towards yourself before burrying his face into your cunt his tongue fucking you as he holds a firm grip to you holding you back from squirming. Your mouth falls agape with every lustrous breath you take. Your hand finds his hair tangling it in your fingers as your back arches against him. 

“S-sandor! Ah-” you moan out. He grumbles against you. The vibration threatens to send you past the edge. 

All this rushes memories through your mind of how he was before you’d separated. Perfect, willing, pleasing, wanting, loving. Everything he was then he’s ten times that now. More perfect, more willing, more pleasing, more wanting, more loving. All for you. His little fox, his prized possession, his and only his. 

The sudden pressure of his fingers entering you causes your thighs to close around his head, the act only making him push deeper into you. His grumbles and muffled moans striking you with more lust. 

Your stomach tightens as the feeling of your release approaches. Your moans grow more fervent as you climax against him. He pulls you back down closer to him holding you until your legs are shaking around his head. He pulls back a short string of saliva stretching and breaking as he licks his lips a sheen of you and saliva from his mouth. 

“I need you..please.” you gasp out pulling him to you. He crawls over you as you grab onto him. Your nails claw at his shoulders as he moves closer to you kissing up your body. He hooks his hand under your knee lifting your thigh up and back before briefly looking down and taking his cock in his own hands lining it up. The thick appendage threatens to tear your cunt in two as he pushes himself in, but like the other times he’s admitted himself into you, he’s quickly stated as pleasure as moans ripple through your throat. 

His thrusts start out slow, but quickly turn to the roughness you desire. His hand holds your thigh to your chest as his thrusts pick up the moans and groans you share spreading throughout the room as it echoes off the walls. 

Sandors hands grip onto you as your nails scratch down his back and sides. Your leg captured and held down as the crook of your knee is locked against his shoulder. His cock buried deeper and deeper into you hitting your spots perfectly. His face in buried in your neck as his grunts and moans vibrate your skin sending unexpected waves of pleasure through you as your cunt tightens around him. 

The vulgar sounds of squelching pushing only make sandor push deeper and deeper into your cunt hitting your cervix making your moan out loud in pleasure forcing another quick orgasam through your body. But the effect last longer, your pussy trembling around him forcing his own release to embed you. Spilling himself deep into cave painting your walls with delight. 

He pulls back slightly to face you. Your complexion flushed with the after effects of sex. He wastes no time in pressing his lips back to yours slowly filling out your lasting effects with slow longing thrusts as you gasp against his lips.

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Sandor watches your smaller frae as it rests against hid chest. Youve been asleep for the past 2 hours perfectly content with your husbands back in your arms. He cannot help but watch you as you do so scared that once he succumbs to the sandmas power he’ll wake up and you'll be gone. 

The distant sound of a scream van be heard form down the corridor. Causing sandor you slightly move waking you up. You whine in a slight protest before you hear lucy screaming as she bangs on the door calling for you. You get up faster than ever and grab your robe throwing it on before running to the door opening it.

“What!? What is it?” you ask worried as you see her covered in blood and crying. 

“Y-your son..its joss he-..” she sobs. A lump is pressed into your throat as you push her out of the way running down the halls to your son's room, you break through the door seeing Jon and several other men lighting someone on fire. The trail of blood from the fiery mat to your son's crib forces you to walk over. 

Before you can comprehend the situation you begin to sob screaming as your sons disembodied forms lies within the confines of the crib. The crackling of that flames growing behind you emit the dull light for the horrors of your child mangled body to be viewed. 

“Y/n?-“ you hear sanders voice but don’t acknowledge it as your screams and sobs as you try to gather up the blanket with his remians with in it. Your once white nightgown is now seeped in dark red, pure and metallic as it was once flowing through your kin. 

You hold the rags close to you as your frantically try to peice him back together only for Sandor to grabs the item away from you only making you scream and sob more fighting him back as you try and claim your son's parts back. 

“HE'S GONE!” He yells at you. Halting your actions only to look up at him. The smear of blood on your cheek, your tears stained eyes and face. Your bottom lip quivers as your reaching hands drop slowly. Before they meet the ground sandor takes them in his and pulls you to him. You hold onto him sobbing into his chest. 

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You stand motionless as you watch the knights and your husband, place the last few longs upon the funeral pyre. You haven’t changed your clothes or spoken a word the funeral is rushed, Jon urged you to do so or else your sons body would reanimate into the same thing that killed him. 

“His young highness, prince Joss Dortain clegane, second of his name, first of his title, kin of her and his grace of volantis, and heir to the throne. Life taken so soon and will not be remembered in vain.” the mester speaks. 

“Youre grace…” joss says holding out a burning torch to light the pyre as you watch your husband place your sons body that has been wrapped in a different cloth, onto the pyre. 

“Joss.” Sandor huffs. Joss truns his head to see sandor you reaches for the torch. He nods and hands it to him. 

“Go now little one to the heavens above meet your ancecetors amounts the stars and watch upon those left below.” The mester speaks once more before sandor takes a breath. Even through he did not truly know your son he was his own blood and loosing him was loosening a part of you. Sandor holds the torch to the pyre as it catches flame the burning flame quickly erupting into a large fire. Sandor steps back a fe seconds later to take his place by your side. 

“Your grace.” A knight holds out a fire pelt for you to place it around your shivering body as you have nothing but the bloodied nightgown on. No shoes, or furs to keep your warm and the snow grows colder as youre bare feet stand upon it. Sandor gives a look to the man who then steps back a bit. Sandor sighs and pulls off his own furs wrapping them around you seeing the tears falling down your cheeks. 

“You're going to freeze out here little fox.” He says you don't answer as you continue to stand watching the flames. 

“My love..” he speaks softly brushing the back of his hand on your cheek. You look up at him the pure pain and hurt filling your eyes as your bottom lip quivers. He places his hand against your cheek only making more tears flow down your cheeks he wipes them away as he places his other hand on your cheek nodding. 

“….I wanna go home.” You say his shoulders lower in a sigh as he slowly nods. 

“I know…”

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[virescent-v]

Can you do a "on your knees" smut prompt?

Like a Prayer

A/N: I don't know what this is, but I'm happy with it I think? But mostly, I hope this is what you wanted! It's super short, but that feels right? Idk dude, it's all about the vibes today and I'm just rolling with it.

Word Count: 663 Warnings: it's smut lol but it's not as...detailed as some of my other stuff hehehe

Panting breaths, clashing teeth, pushing, pulling. 

Stumbling over each other and the trail of clothes you were leaving, you and Emily bumped into the wall outside of her bedroom. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to give her room to attach her lips to your neck. 

Each breath you took felt like a fire in your lungs, like your chest was going to collapse in on itself. 

Leaving dark marks on your neck, Emily’s lips traveled back up, catching yours in a heated embrace. Breaking apart for air, Emily took your hand and led you into the bedroom. 

At the edge of her bed, her eyes caught yours, while her hands wrapped around your hips, her thumbs rubbing the skin exposed between your shirt and pants. You could feel the intensity of her gaze burning into you, a precursor for the mood of the night, a culmination of the heat that’s built up all evening. 

“On your knees for me,” she commanded.

You held her gaze as you slowly slunk to the floor, trailing your hands down her torso and legs, rubbing circles on her toned thighs. The soft click of the zipper as each part of the chain came loose echoed in your ears, heightening each ebb of arousal that coursed through you. 

The brush of fabric down Emily’s legs caused her to sigh, the kisses to her thighs caused her to whimper. The skim of your nose against her coarse curls as you breathed in her smell, her arousal for you, made her tilt her head back and shudder. 

“Eyes on me, Em.” 

Tilting her head back down, her eyes a shade darker, her hand tangled in your hair at the top of your head. 

With held eye contact, Emily guided your face toward her pussy. 

Emily’s eyelids fluttered at the first contact of your tongue on her clit, the soft, slow swirls causing her hips to jerk towards you. With each pass of your tongue, her eyes became seemingly darker, more hooded, a challenge to continue watching you. 

As you got into a rhythm, Emily’s hips started rolling into you, matching the pace you were setting. The movement of your mouth against Emily was making her let out the most delicious noises; groans, sighs, and guttural whimpers that had you moaning against her, the vibrations pushing her closer and closer to the edge. 

Switching it up to extend her pleasure, you started licking broad strokes against her, gathering as much of her essence as you could, the heady flavor driving you crazy. Getting your fill of her, you tossed one of her legs over your shoulder, opening her up further to you. Bringing up your fingers, you entered her, causing her to bend forward in bliss. 

Using your two fingers, you thrusted in and out, making sure to hit the spongy spot inside of Emily that always made her cry out. You loved feeling how wet she got for you, how tight her cunt would clamp down on your fingers as she started to reach her peak. Each thrust that brought her closer made Emily’s fingers tighten in your hair, pulling it to an almost uncomfortable pain. 

Her hips continued to grind against your face, as if she was starting to use you for her pleasure. It would’ve felt greedy, but you wanted her to use you, to take from you as much as you wanted to give.

As Emily came, her legs shaking against the side of your head, you held onto her to stop her from falling, but to drag out her orgasm until she started to push you away before becoming too sensitive.  

Miraculous, all consuming, addictive. The only words that encapsulated how you felt each time you made her cum. 

Getting on your knees for Emily felt powerful, almost religious, like a prayer to a god you didn’t believe in. 

It almost made you a believer, devout at the altar of her.

[whorediaries-09]

hii, same anon who requested art deco and too many nights, could you PLEASE for the love of the marauders, write a:

rockstar!sirius black with phone sex? prompt no. 12: "use your words" like he's about to go onstage and reader calls him and starts being annoyed because she can't cum by herself anymore, so sirius helps her get off BY A PHONE CALL?!?!? also i love you please marry me

anon i swear to fucking god you're trying to kill me 😭🙏

send me the fucking time, date and address. i'm coming to put that ring on your finger.

the hills;

pairing- rockstar!sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, drinking. a/n- really proud of the banner. also edited the request a bit hope you don't mind.

ps- sirius black marry me challenge

prompt- phone sex + 'use your words.'

masterlist kinkotober rules kinkotober masterlist

i only love it when you touch me, not feel me

the scent of the soap messes with your senses, the warm water surrounding your shaking body with a sense of comfort. you bite your lip, drowning the glass of wine down your throat. your head floated into clouds of fantasy, as your hand subconsciously travelled between your legs as endless edits of your friend popped on your for you page.

it was nothing unknown, everyone knew sirius black was walking sex, enthralled with his good humor, looks and charms, he could get into the pants into anyone he wanted. there was something about him that oozed seduction, and it didn't matter how wrong it felt as your finger struck slow movements on your clit. the lust that bloomed in your heart killed the bubbling hotness of guilt.

he was your friend. just a friend?

you gulped, drowning the rest of your wine down you throat. you closed your eyes, slowly leaving heavy breaths, your chest heaving as you circled your finger around your clit. it was a tingling feeling, as your brain flashed the flashbacks of the time you'd first met him. the first time you'd heard his voice which had almost made you fucking swoon. the first time he'd hugged you. the flashbacks of his rough calloused fingers roaming around your body the time you'd hooked up. the way his cock rutted into you, a contrast to the way his alcohol soaked voice had muttered slow and sensual words of encouragement to cum around his cock.

'fuck...' you breathed, a desperation in your head to hear his voice. your finger scrolled through your contacts, searching for his number. his band was on tour, for their new album, 'constellations'. you knew that, but it didn't matter. the need for your orgasm which wanted to burst out out of your body surged through you.

sirius' voice boomed through the phone, soaking you with a surge of hotness, your heart throbbing violently against your ribcage.

'shi-sirius-' you breathed into the line, your finger rubbing faster still onto your slit. he stopped speaking. a noisy silence echoed, the rippling of water from your end, and booming music from the other end. you mumbled incoherent words, your breathing jagged.

there was something in his voice as he spoke next, a demand of domination echoing into your eardrums his voice rasping out,

'use your words.'

teary eyed, you rammed your finger into your throbbing cunt, your voice breaking as you spoke,

'needa cum,'

'oh?' his voice vibrated through the phone line, a darkness of euphoria as his voice split into your eardrums,

'is my baby so dumb? she can't cum by herself?' he questioned rhetorically, to which you nodded your head, your fingers curling into your sweet spot simultaneously.

'shove your fingers into that needy pretty cunt m'love,' you breathed hot and heavy into the line, your orgasm so on the edge, bubbling with fiery.

'rub your fucking clit,' he demanded, as you moaned, doing as you were told. your fingers rubbed over your throbbing pussy the way he instructed, as the coil of pleasure ravaged you from inside.

'yes-yes sirius,' you squeaked at receiver. your head hit back on the cold ceramic of the bathtub, as you bit your lip,

'cum, cum for me my love,' he crooned, and that was all it took for your walls to clench around your fingers, your orgasm to break through you, ravaging you from inside. you breathed heavy on the line, muttering a chant of his name and thank yous.

'i'm gonna fuck you into oblivion when i see you.' he groaned into the phone, as hotness blazed your cheeks, as the promiscuousness of the situation crawled down upon you.

[blackdollette]

kinktober day 4.

10.07 - KNIFE PLAY | EURONYMOUS!

݁ ˖🕸️.𖥔 ݁ ˖ {tags} @willsdollface @bub0nic-plague @izuoyarmin @auggiethecreator @angelsanarchy @s-al-em @that-one-persons-posts @kashmirclam @areuirish

previous: 10.05 - DEGRADTION!

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1.0k

contents: cutting, name carving, fingering, pussy slapping, blood, squirting

as one would think, halloween was the only holiday that euronymous even considered paying any mind to. he didn’t like trick or treating, decorating, or dressing up, but ever since you started dating, he’d developed a strong liking for seeing whatever slutty costume you had prepared.

usually you’d sneak him a little look of what you were planning to wear for him, but this year you waited until the very last minute to show him what you’d been cooking up. he knocked on your bedroom door. “you ok in there? you’re awfully quiet…” his timing was perfect, you were just getting done the finishing touches.

“almost done, euro!” you called out, looking at yourself in the mirror one last time before opening the door, standing there on full display for him. you had put on a little black leather skirt, a lacy black cami top, torn fishnet stockings and a pair of his black boots. an ensemble that you’d knew he’d been dreaming about seeing you in for the longest time.

his jaw physically dropped as his eyes lustfully travelled down your body. he chuckled softly, “now that’s what i like to see, baby…” he picked you up, making you wrap your smooth legs around his waist as he carried you onto the bed. you gasped as he took charge so quickly, but this was exactly the outcome you had been expecting and working towards.

you pushed you onto the bed, setting himself on top of you as his hand travelled to your hips and downwards. it stopped at your thigh, his nails easily tearing the ruined fishnets even more. had had grown painfully hard in the past minute, feeling his mind fill with all the things that he wanted to do to you tonight.

he sunk down a little, setting himself in between your legs and allowing your soft thighs to cradle him gently. he reached into his pocket, pulling out an item that you’d seen many times before. he flicked open his skull-handled switch blade, the end glistening menacingly in the dim glow of the room.

he forced you thighs apart, looking up at you before making any sudden moves. “is this ok..?” he pressed the end of the blade into your skin, causing you to gasp. you nodded without a second thought which was the only signal he needed to get started. he tugged the skirt just enough to get perfect access to your inner thighs.

“i think you’d look really pretty with my name printed right here…” he traced out a circle with the tip. your breath hitched as euronymous dragged the sharp, steel blade across the soft skin of your inner thigh. his warm breath sent shivers down your spine as it fueled the warm feeling growing inside your core.

he had you on the bed, legs spread as he sat between them and wrote out his name on your inner thigh using his most prized blade. he cuts out every letter with razor-sharp precision, the sound of your strained whimpers encouraging him to push it a little further each time. 

every time the blade reconnected with your skin, you winced and tugged on his long black hair, only to his delight. “c’mon angel, you can take it.” your legs were nearly crushing his head, but he forced them back open and gave you a slap on the thigh. there was something about the thrill of getting treated like this that sent vibrations through your core.

you squirmed as his calloused fingers dug into your bare thighs, your eyes glistening with tears as he traced out random little shapes all over you. he looked like he was having the time of his life, holding the knife in his veiny hands as he designed your body. “you look so pretty like this, angel. all bruised up just for me…”

your legs began to shake with desire as your bud throbbed against the thin fabric of your panties. euronymous ran the side of the knife down your clothed slit, making you gasp. “you’re fuckin’ dripping, doll… and i haven't even touched you yet” he slapped your wet cunt, looking at the way his fingers just barely glistened from your wetness.

he slipped your panties to the side, revealing your swollen, wet clit that was just begging for some attention. he looked at you, his icy blue eyes burning holes into your soul. he slowly dragged the flat side of the blade down your slit, picking up strings of your slick. 

you couldn't explain why, but you enjoyed the slight pain and discomfort that came with the fear of your fragile skin being torn up. he slapped the blade against you a few times, making you whine. “e-euro please..!” you pleaded, but he continued teasing you, refusing to give you the relief that you craved so badly.

he spat on your pussy, squeezing your ass just enough to make your pussy lips spread. he stick in a finger, and then one more inside of your pulsating hole, his finger instantly being covered in your cum. just as you were about to make a sound, he roughly pumped his fingers into you, hard enough to make your entire body shake.

you screamed out, gripping the bedsheets until your knuckles went numb. your bloody thighs spread even further apart as he pushed his fingers against your bladder, making small squirts of cum erupt from your core. you moaned out his name, begging him to slow down but wishing for the opposite.

he curled his finger inside of you, causing a geyser to flow out of you. he pulled his fingers out as your fountain rained all over his face, drenching him completely in your fluids. he used his thumb to massage your aching clit as you got every last drop out of you, completely ruining the bedsheets that you found yourself changing more and more frequently.

he chuckled softly, wiping off the blade on his shirt. “so perfect for me.” he kissed the wounds on your thigh, smearing the blood just a little. you panted as you came down from your high, keeping a hand in his hair for support. he pulled you into a soft, demanding kiss, running his hand down your body.

you couldn't admit it, but you thought the wound looked quite nice on you.

author's note: this whole rory situation is actually insane! but kinktober isnt cancelled and i will still be posting as usual :)) also, that pic of him face painting his new gf actually has me going insane!

[fadingdaggerr]

heaven’s gate

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (r is only ever referred to as queer, no other specifics)

summary: locking eyes with a woman at a bar and finding purpose in her kiss

warnings (in order): alcohol consumption, making out, smut (thigh riding, fingering, eating out, heavy praise), r is a simp the whole time, so much side character use bc i like making up lil stories about the little people in my head, pretty dialogue heavy in some parts

note: sorry i’ve been gone, i’ve had severe writers block and my birthday was this past weekend so i was out and about. never written smut before so this is different from my usual comfort zone, let me know what y’all think <3 i also tried to keep r neutral as possible to accommodate all presentations and identities :)

the wind whipped against your face as you steadily continued along the sidewalk, numbing your cheeks. the honking of cars and chatter around becoming white noise as you were dead set on your destination, only need at this point to get out of the wind tunnels. an arm looked through yours suddenly, breaking your pace slightly.

“babe, you have got to slow down. these boots are not meant for walking, they’re for attracting,” parker says as he clings to you for warmth, even with his long emerald green jacket on.

you laugh a little, “i’m not freezing my ass off because you chose heeled shoes when you knew damn well we’re in the old district. that means cobblestone streets. i thought you had a college degree?” he shoves you with a laugh, there’s no point in arguing with the truth. he complains the rest of the way, and you just ignore him until he finally stops when the club comes into view.

the vibration of the music could be felt in the floors, on the chairs, at the bar. everything hummed together, music and voices. you took it all in until a rum and coke slid right next to your hand. you nod at the bartender in thanks, turning to take in the club, smiling at the group taking a photo in from of the lavender’s orbit sign with giant smiles and little pride flags in hand. your eyes continue to scan as you bring your glass to your mouth, then double back when a set of eyes connects with yours.

resting against a tall stool, martini in hand, was the most enchanting being you’d ever seen. lips curved into a smirk at your staring, but it didn’t stop you. you allow your eyes to travel down, taking in her short, white dress and her long legs, watching as blue and purple lights sway and highlight her body. your eyes snap back go to hers, returning her smirk before continuing your look around.

you find parker by the pool tables, cheering on the group playing there, not so subtle in his hands caressing one of their arms. you shake your head with a laugh, he was on a mission, just as he had said before you’d left. parker sees you and waves your over excitedly.

“okay, okay so will you play pool with me? and like, help me get them to like me?” he says pointing at the person in bleach-dyed overalls, only a red binder underneath.

“one game,” you say holding up one finger, “i’m not playing matchmaker all night, there’s someone i think i need to talk to by the bar.”

he jumps a little, hugging you, “okay perfect, one game is all i need. then i can help you get some.”

you grab a cue stick, applying chalk as you speak, “i don’t need help. and i think you’ll be a little to preoccupied to help me anyways.”

the object of parker’s affection, max, and their friend arlo, let you break the set. a singular solid ball fell in, putting you into a head start. as the game continued, you told parker what to do so that you could both win and help him with max, which didn’t seem to be an issue. the eight ball was your last in, as you aimed, you could feel eyes on you, burning into your back. turning, you see the woman from earlier watching, new drink, same look in her eyes. you nod towards her then shoot, the eight ball drops into the cup.

parker grabs you, jumping as he holds you, mostly just shaking you like a rag doll. max and arlo shake your hand. deepening their voices to sound all gruff and puffing their chests as they both say “good game, good game,” before breaking and laughing at themselves.

the three step away to get more drinks, and you turn back to where the woman in white had been, but instead she was walking back from the bar, two drinks in hand. she approaches you, setting one drink in your hand. a rum and coke.

“larissa,” she says, “that was quite the game.”

you accept the drink with a smile, introducing yourself, “the game? i don’t recall your eyes being on the cues.”

“perhaps not, but how could they look at anything else?” her words send a shiver down your spine, “let’s go sit, darling.”

you begin moving to find a place to sit down and talk with her. her hand rests on your hip as you walk to keep close to you and not get separated. her touch was electrifying, even through your shirt. you let her sit first, then place yourself next to her, close enough that your legs touch and her perfume fills your nose.

“what do you do for work, larissa?” you ask, eyes looking into hers. you couldn’t see how blue they were before, cursing the dim lighting around you for not gifting you this privilege earlier.

“i’m an english teacher at nevermore, it’s a private academy up in jericho,” she says proudly.

you nod excitedly, “i’ve heard of it! my friend jaya went there in high school since she lived closer to there than byron’s home in rochester.”

her eyes widen, voice nervous, “you know about outcasts?”

you grab her hand, “i am an outcast, i went to byron’s. maybe you know her, jaya o’leary? gorgon, perfect eyebrows despite not getting them done ever in her life?”

larissa laughs, “yes! we had a couple classes together during third year, that’s quite the coincidence.”

“all roads lead back,” you say, mostly to yourself. larissa’s lips form into a soft smile, the hand that’s still in yours tightening.

“what do you do?” she asks.

“i’m a counselor. i run support groups and one-on-ones for anyone in need, we have varying specialists and everything,” you say before you take a sip of your drink.

larissa leans closer, “what do you specialize in?” there’s genuine interest in her voice, and it makes you feel warm and fuzzy.

“queer adolescence and trauma. there’s a lot of kids that need a place to just exist as they are, and home is a confinement cell,” you say looking down into your lap, then back to larissa. she smiles at you, thumb running across yours.

“that’s an admirable profession, you should be incredibly proud of yourself,” her words are so heartfelt that you feel your chest bloom.

“thank you. and for the record, teaching is equally important. it’s a multi-faceted role, you should be proud too,” your eyes are locked with hers, trying to convey that your words are true.

just as she’s about to reply, a scream of your name catches both your attentions. parker’s freckles face popping into view as you watch him bob and weave through the crowd quickly until he stands before you with a giant smile. he almost speaks, but his eyes move to larissa then back to you with a playful smile.

“first of all, nice. second, wow. third, i am going to disappear for a little bit, are you okay here? i can stay if you need me too,” his words are hopeful, but you know his promise of staying is just as true, he’d never leave you if you said no.

“i’m okay, go have your fun and text me. for the love of god, wear a condom. and for the love of your best friend, do not give me extreme details about this later or i will vomit in your shoes,” you say as you shoo him away. he grabs your face and presses a fat kisses to your cheek with an i love you, i love you, i love you, before running off to max.

you groan and wipe your cheek, where did the gloss come from? larissa giggles next to you at the interaction, hand over her mouth. “nice and wow? he’s sweet,” she laughs.

your head hangs low, “that would be parker, the bane of my existence and my assigned ward at this point.” this makes her laugh again, and you almost think you heard angels singing.

“would that be the reason you didn’t come up to me sooner?” larissa prods.

you laugh a bit, looking at her through your lashes, “unfortunately, yes. he needed me to help him win the game so that he could look good.”

her tongue goes across her teeth, “i think it worked better for you, at least in my opinion.”

it’s your turn to lean a little closer now, “well i almost lost because someone, not going to name names, was quite distracting during the final round.”

her hand leaves yours, much to your dismay, but quickly finds its way to your thigh, “oh, i’m sorry. how could i ever make it up to you, almost-loser?” her tone and fake pout nearly kill you on the spot, her touch was making the fire within you burn hotter and hotter.

your hand rises to her neck, caressing her jaw with your thumb. she was so beautiful it was making you dizzy, but you spoke regardless, “i think you’ve already made it up to me just being right here,” you feel her cheek warm under your hand, “maybe i should be thanking you, you might have been my good luck charm instead.”

her lips are only centimeters from yours as she says, “maybe you can repay me then somehow.”

—

her lips were soft, but her kiss was not. her teeth nipped at your bottom lips as she pulled away to breathe, only to pull you back in. one hand gripped her waist, the other against the brick wall behind her to hold you up. her own held you face, keeping you as close as possible. the breathy moans she let out through the kiss made your grip on her tighten, then slide down more, just over the curve of her ass. you pull her hips into you, making another noise leave her.

her lips detach detach from yours, angling her head down, she begins to nip at your neck. you could’ve sworn she was a drug, your own personal aphrodisiac. your hand slides down more, catching her thigh and bringing it to your hip, pressing your hips into hers to give some friction. a noise escapes her at this action, something that makes you need to kiss her again, truly kiss her.

you lean away, ducking your head to catch her lips once again, kissing her with less lust and more intimacy. you savor the way she shivers as your fingers draw little patterns on her thigh as you kiss her, pouring everything into it. she pulls away, panting lightly. your lips migrate to her neck, gentle kisses and nips as you both catch your breath.

through heavy breaths larissa says, “my hotel is only six blocks away.”

your head leaves her neck, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “my apartment is four.”

your eyes stay locked together, both of you grinning like teenagers. you whip your phone out of your back pocket, opening parker’s contact.

to: park nasty going back to my place. do NOT come back unannounced i was serious about the shoe thing. be safe ily

you shove your phone back in your pocket, hand now extended to larissa. she immediately takes it, weaving her fingers with yours and wrapping the other arm around yours, holding you to her. you’re about to speak to her again when you phone chimes.

from: park nasty ily babe go get some!! and a little more!!!! lord knows i’m about to go back for thirds

larissa reads the message from beside you, laughing at the outlandish text. you groan at it before typing your own quickly

to: park nasty damn give the poor thing a little recovery time u absolute creature. i’m not gonna feel bad for u tomorrow when u complain

you chuckle and put your phone back in your pocket. you look at larissa before you both burst out laughing. she didn’t even know parker but she basically got the full extent of him within one text and watching the two of you interact while playing pool and when he came to you both.

“i see what you mean by the assigned ward thing now,” she says through a chuckle.

you guide her to your street, “he’s a menace, but he’s the best friend anyone could ask for. the descriptive details of his sex life are the price i pay for friendship.”

she just has to ask, “park nasty?”

you cackle, “he decided on day one of us meeting at byron’s that that would be his name in my phone. he thought it would stick, like everyone would call him that or something.”

she laughs with you, “and did they?”

“no!” you laugh loudly, “who’s gonna call a fourteen year old boy that?” she giggles at the story, “but i never changed it because i thought it was so stupid that it was hilarious.”

larissa clings to you and rests her head against yours as you unlock the gate in front of the door, then enter the code to get into the building. you have her step ahead of you, guiding her to your door with a gentle hand on her lower back. she’s back against you as you unlock your door and let yourselves in. you grab her purse and place it on the bench behind the door, then take her coat hanging it on the hooks, along with your own.

just as you look back at her, her lips crash into yours. you immediately kiss her back, hands flying to her hips and holding her tight. hers found their way to hold the back of your neck, blunt nails digging into your skin. you began walking her backwards to your room, staying against the door for a minute as you savor each others touch. you fumble for the knob, backing her in once the door is closed. you’re completely overtaken by her, her lips, her touch, the way she’s holding you like you’ll disappear.

larissa’s knees hit the bed, and she pulls you to her lap as she sits down. you push her back more, laying her on the bed. you lips migrate from hers to her neck, creating more marks to go with the ones from before. working your way down, you press kisses to the expanse of her chest, pale skin just begging to be painted in your affection.

larissa’s legs shift and you suddenly find yourself under her, her dress riding up and exposing more of her thighs. her lips go back to assaulting yours, her hands sliding underneath your shirt to trace the skin of your abdomen. only breaking away to gently ask, “is this okay?”

you smile at her, leaning up to kiss her cheek, “more than okay, i promise.”

her lips are back on yours, your hands are back on the creamy skin of her thighs. she was your new drug of choice, you couldn’t stop the venturing of your hands on her body as her lips and tongue pulled soft moans from you. you need more of her, as much as she’ll allow you.

you shift your hips, raising your right leg to press you thigh to her center, making her lips stutter as she moaned against your chest. her hips instinctually buck against your thigh again, and you hear her breath hitch.

“are you okay? we can stop,” you ask gently, gently stroking the skin of her thigh to assure her.

“don’t,” she rushes out, “i want this, i want you.”

there’s nothing to do except kiss her, kiss her so that it feel like a promise. your hands slide from her thighs to her hips, slowly guiding her against you. she moans into your mouth and your hands move her hips faster, her pleasure was all you could think about.

her moans grew whinier as she desperately moved against you. her forehead pressed into yours as her release grew closer and closer.

“you’re so beautiful,” you mutter, pressing your lips to hers, sitting up so she was now on your lap. the new angle and your words forced a filthy moan from her lips, “and you sound so beautiful. god, how do i deserve this?”

larissa could only kiss you harder, stealing the breath from your lungs. her hips wild against your thigh, the feeling of your hands gripping her hips, it was all too much. your lips found their way to her chest again, you nudge fabric out of the way to kiss along her breasts, gentle love bites that were soothed by your tongue.

larissa’s hips began to falter, moans becoming louder and longer. you flex your thigh more, kissing her as you move her hips faster. her hands grip at you shoulders, eyes screwed tight with pleasure. she was so close.

“open your eyes, baby. i wanna see you, can i see your beautiful eyes?” you ask as you kiss her neck and jaw, biting the skin every now and then, “please?”

larissa’s eyes flutter open, lust-drunk eyes looking into yours. you quickly reward her by pushing her further down on your thigh, making a sweet moan come from her as she looks into your eyes.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,” a kiss to her chest, “you’re doing so well,” a kiss to her neck, “you can let go whenever you’re ready,” a kiss to her jaw, “i can’t wait to see you fall apart just for me,” a final kiss to her lips.

your words seem to be the undoing of larissa weems. she moans loudly against your lips, hips quickening then stuttering. blue eyes find yours as a long and beautiful song escapes her, thighs shaking. you’re in awe, entirely captivated by her. you can already tell that you’re not going to be able to let her go, your mind had been screaming to keep her close since you saw her. this sight was the only thing that mattered now, pleasing larissa was your life mission.

her forehead drops to yours, eyes shut, breath heavy. you stay there for a moment, unmoving, allowing her to come down peacefully. your raise your arm slowly, gently brushing hair from her face before cupping her cheek. her cheek presses into your palm, and you just have to kiss her. it’s soft and sweet, just a reminder that she’s cared for. she pulls back, eyes opening slowly. all you can do is smile at her, and she returns it gently. your lips find her cheek, pressing a few kisses to her skin.

“where the hell have you been?” she says with a breathy laugh.

you smile harder at her words, “i’ve been right here. guess you’ll have to come to the city more often.”

“or you’ll just have to come to jericho,” she says playfully.

you kiss her softly before speaking, “i have a good reason to it seems. a very beautiful reason at that.”

she pushes you back, leaning over you to press her lips against yours. the dance is slow, meaningful. her tongue grazes your lips for entry, and she’s given it without second thoughts. she kisses with full passion, telling you everything with every movement. she sucks on your bottom lip, making you groan and pull her face closer. all you want, need is her. you whine as she pulls back, and she gives you a quick kiss to appease you.

her fingers begin to lift your shirt up slowly, eyes searching for permission. you grab one of her hands, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. you grab her other hand and guide them both under your shirt, letting her know you’re okay. she strips you of your shirt, and kissing down your chest and belly. her hands find your belt buckle, undoing it quickly while you lift your hips help her remove it. she climbs back up, kissing a trail from waist to your lips. your hands fall to her back, finding the zipper of her dress as she lazily kissed you.

she sits up and her dress falls down, revealing a lack of bra, leaving her in ruined panties. you sit up and your lips immediately find her chest, wrapping around one nipple as your hands traced her body. your tongue swirls around her, leaving her skin with with a gentle kiss before moving to the other.

“god, you feel so good,” she lets out breathily, whimpering at your touch. after a bit she forces your head away from her chest, pushing you back down to remove your pants and her dress, evening the amount of clothing you both wore.

the view of her above you was breathtaking, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. her hair was messy, lipstick smudged around her face, bruises and bites across her neck and chest. she was a goddess in your presence.

“what are you staring at me for?” she whispers, insecurity well hidden.

“you’re… you’re just so god damn gorgeous larissa,” you pull her down and roll so that you’re on top of her, “i can hardly believe you’re here, that you’re even real,” you kiss her softly. your lips trail down her neck, to her chest, down to her stomach, “and i get to see you like this.”

she pulls you up to her again, kissing you soundly, “it’s hard to believe you’re real yourself. never has anyone spoke to me like this, even made me feel like this.”

you frown at her words, mad at her past lovers for not appreciating her enough. “can i show you how beautiful you are?” you ask gently, nuzzling your nose against her cheek before continuing, “can i taste you?”

she groans at your words, turning her face to kiss you hard, “please.”

you kiss her again, trailing back down her body. reaching her center, you place a light kiss to her thigh, biting the plush surface then soothing it with your tongue. your fingers lightly trace up her legs to hook in her panties and pull them down. you bite your tongue, nearly moan at the sight.

you kiss along her thighs some more, slowly moving closer to where she needed you. you look up at her, “do you want me to continue?”

her hand reaches down for one of yours, and you are quick to follow, tangling your fingers together. she squeezes your hand, “yes.”

you kiss her mound gently, then move to her clit. wrapping your tongue around her, her hand grips yours. your tongue swirls her clit some more before going to taste her fully. your tongue gathers her wetness, you moan into her at the taste. the vibration alone makes larissa choke out a strangled moan. you continue to lap at her, slow, long strokes against her, savoring every second.

a long lick up back to her clit, sucking it gently, working larissa up. your hand that was wrapped around her thigh came to her entrance, slowly pressing your middle finger into her. she moans softly at the touch, squeezing your hand as you pumped your finger slowly.

“more,” she whines, “please.”

you follow command, adding your ring finger when you push back into her again while your tongue plays with her clit. a deep moan leaves her, only egging you on. quickening the pace of both your tongue and your fingers, you feel her legs wrap around you.

you pull back from he clit, pressing a kiss to it when she whimpers. “do you want more, baby?” your only response is a nod and a moan of your name.

your mouth is back on her, only to pull away again to watch her take a third finger. when your forefinger enters her as well, her moans echo off the walls. she pulls the hand she’s holding, wanting for your lips. you keep your fingers in her, letting her adjust as you climb up to kiss her. her arms wrap around your shoulders while her hips chase your fingers, moaning into your mouth. your thumb finds her clit, toying it in circles at the same pace as your fingers fuck into her faster.

you shove your face into her neck, sucking the skin and licking it and she grinds harder against you. she grows frantic in her movements as she gets closer, her walls hugging your fingers.

you move back down, replacing your thumb with your mouth. her moans become more whispers, her breathing shallow. “you can cum, baby. let me taste you,” you whisper.

your tongue and fingers move together at a fast pace, willing larissa to cum. the tight curl your fingers inside her makes her cry your name out as she climaxes. you remove one finger at a time as you slowly fuck her through her orgasm, bringing your fingers to your mouth to clean them. her eyes bore into you as she watches, you watch her in return. you keep your eyes on her as you clean her folds with her tongue, greedily taking every last drop of her.

“you taste like heaven,” you say as you kiss up her body, finding purchase in her neck. you press a kiss to her skin before asking, “you alright?”

she grazes her finger up and down your spine, “more than alright.”

you pull away from her, shuffling off the bed to stand up. she watches as you grab a t-shirt from the top of your dresser and throw it on, admiring you from the bed. “i’ll be right back,” you press a kiss to her cheek before turning to leave the room.

true to your word, you return within a minute, two bottles of water and a wet washcloth in hand. you prop the bottles on the nightstand closest to larissa and move between her legs to clean her up. she winces slightly, still sensitive, but you make it up to her with kisses on her thighs and hips. you drop the washcloth in the hamper, grabbing a shirt for her from your dresser. you lay down next to her, just watching her as she puts your shirt on and lays down facing you.

“you’re welcome to stay, if you’d like. if not, i can walk you back to your hotel,” you say quietly.

“do you want me to go?” she asks at the same volume.

you shake your head against the pillow, “not at all. i’ll even buy you breakfast in the morning, anywhere you want.”

larissa looks at the clock, 3:36 looks back at her, “i think it’s going to be lunch by the time we wake up.”

“ever heard of a diner, gorgeous? they have breakfast all day. you can get…” you look in her eyes, pupils dilating for a moment, “crepes with berries and honey, and a hot chocolate with cinnamon on top whenever you please.”

she stares at you with wide eyes and mouth agape, “how the hell did you know that?”

you laugh, realizing you’d only told her you were an outcast and not what kind, “i’m a telepath, baby.”

she blinks a couple times, “you’ve been reading my mind the whole time?”

you grab her hand, playing with her fingers, “no, i choose when i want to listen in, took a while to figure it out though. i just wanted to know your favorite breakfast, so i just looked for that.”

she pulls you into her, laying on her back to have your weight on top of her, “you are utterly delightful.”

you prop your chin on her chest, “may i ask what kind of outcast you are?”

she takes a deep breath, this was always a dreaded question, but she found herself trusting you with her secrets. she exhales slowly, “i’m a shapeshifter.”

“that’s so cool, i know a couple shifters. parker’s a shifter, but he can only shift to this big ass dog. but not like a werewolf, it’s voluntary,” you say as you glide your fingers up her arm.

“explains the amount of energy he has,” she responds with a huffed laugh.

you giggle at her comment, “i would’ve guessed you were a siren, just from looking at you.”

she smiles, “why’s that?”

“because you’re fucking outrageously gorgeous, larissa. bewitching, truly,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

you stretch across her to turn the light off before nuzzling into her. you fall asleep to her steady breathing and calm heartbeat, larissa’s arms wrapped securely around you.

—

you wake up in the morning with your face shoved in your pillow, a weight across your back. you crack an eye open, looking down to see a pale hand next to yours. memories of the night before flood your mind, lips growing into a smile. grabbing her hand, you bring it to your lips, gently kissing her fingers. lifting her arm just a tad, you turn and bury yourself in her chest, wrapping your arm around her as well. her arms wrap tighter around you, a yawn passing her lips. you kiss the skin against her neck closest to your lips, mumbling a morning, baby.

she hums in return, snuggling into you as she wakes up. you run your hands along her side, gently coaxing her into the waking world as you press soft kisses to her skin. finally moves by rolling over, trapping you below her, stealing a kiss from your lips. “good morning, lovely,” she whispers.

your peace is interrupted by your phone ringing from the nightstand. she reaches for your phone and and hands it to you, you kiss her hand in thanks. park nasty is calling appears on your screen, you mumble curses as you go to answer.

“what?” you ask.

“good morning sweetheart, it’s lovely to hear from you too,” parker says sarcastically into the phone.

“whatever, i’m putting you on speaker. behave yourself, larissa’s here,” you demand.

“oooo, is that the sexy blonde from last night?”

“yes, now behave yourself,” you repeat before pressing the speaker icon.

“hello miss larissa!” larissa says ‘hello’ back through a little laugh, “anyways, you aren’t going to fucking believe my night. please tell me you’re free for lunch, i’ll be a normal amount of gross i promise,” parker speaks quickly and excitedly into the phone.

you look at larissa as you speak, “well, we were going to go get breakfast- don’t even fucking start,” you can already hear him an snickering on the other line, “maybe you and i can do dinner or something?”

parker suppresses his giggles, “oh, please let me come to breakfast! i need to properly meet this larissa, i wanna hear all about last night’s desser-”

“parker, i will call abuela so fucking help me,” you threaten, and he knows you would.

“okay, okay! but please, let me join!” he drags out the last word, “larissa! please, tell this meanie i can come to breakfast. i’ll be good, scout’s honor.”

larissa chuckles, “yes, you should most definitely join us.”

“larissa please, he wasn’t a boy scout. abuela thought it was american propaganda,” you plead.

“too late! text me where you cuties are going, love you both. bye!” parker hangs up immediately, not allowing room for discussion.

“i’m going to need to stop by my hotel before breakfast, i have nothing to wear.”

you nod in agreement, “i’d offer you something of mine, but it doesn’t really seem to be your style.”

getting up from the bed, you extend your hand to her, “shower before we leave?”

she takes your hand, following you to your bathroom. you grab the hem of the shirt she’s wearing, lifting it up to expose her love-stained chest. she returned the favor, removing your own, as well as your own underwear. she pulls you in for a short kiss, just loving the intimacy of the moment. you both shower quickly, not wanting to leave parker waiting too long, but savor in the closeness and quiet

once you dry off, you hand her her dress from last night, then walk to your closet to pull out a light blue sweatshirt and a sweater. you place the crew neck next to her while you tread to your dresser. pulling cargo jeans out, you slide them on, and your t-shirt is quickly replaced by the thick black sweater. larissa never takes her eyes off of you, shamelessly watching you change, admiring her handiwork across your neck and chest. you catch her staring, and she’s quick to grab the sweatshirt, throwing it on as a means to hide for just a moment.

—

the drive to her hotel was nice, you spent the short journey asking random questions, some pointless and minor, some more thoughtful. favorite colors, worst fears, best birthday present, embarrassing childhood moments, you loved learning about her. you wished you could slow time, freeze and rewind the last fifteen hours over and over again.

she pulls you to her hotel room with your hands interlocked. you gladly watch her go through her outfits with a soft smile on your face, seeing how she pieces together what to wear in her mind. you want to read her, but you won’t unless she allows you to, and even then you’ll likely never ask.

“which do you think?” she holds up a white satin blouse and a white cotton one, and all you can do is blink.

“i think you look best in nothing,” she throws the satin shirt at you, “jeez, woman! i say…” you lean over her bag, spotting a pair of straight-legged black pants, “these, and keep my sweatshirt on. you look good in my clothes,” you smile. she only kissed you in response, before disrobing to get changed for the day as you text parker.

“i can’t be bothered with makeup today,” she grumbles as she laces up a pair of white boots.

you walk around to kneel down to tie the other shoe for her. “you don’t need it anyways,” you squeeze her thighs as you stand back up. “all set, gorgeous?” she nods, grabbing your hand.

—

larissa ends up applying mascara and tinted lip balm in the car while you head to the diner. parking across the street in the pharmacy lot, you jump out to open the door for her, bowing and extending your arm in jest. she smacks your arm playfully before wrapping her own around it.

sitting at table, your let you fingers dance along larissa’s thigh, both talking about random things while you wait for parker. neither of you noticed when he walked in until he slid into the and smacked his hands on the table. “good morning darling, meanie,” he nods to larissa and you respectively.

“so thirds went well i presume?” you say with a laugh.

he nods excitedly, “fourths and dessert too.”

you shake your head as the waiter puts menus down and asks what drinks you’d all like. latte, coffee, hot chocolate with cinnamon, you already knew. you stare at the menu while parker explains the beginning of the whole thing with max.

you turn to the breakfast page, pointing to the crepes for larissa. she smiles excitedly, mumbling to ask you if they have honey, “of course they do,” you say to her with a little smile.

“and so they had me like over the count- you’re not even listening. neither of you, i can’t believe this,” parker goes to smack you with his spoon when you bat him with the menu.

the waiter comes back, and takes your orders, taking a little to much care on larissa’s order. she pays him no mind, leaning on you while she orders, looking at you when you do. he seems to take the hint and quickly walks away, parker’s laugh taking place in his stead.

“doesn’t the fool know a basket of fruits when he sees one?” parker asks making larissa laugh, her hand flying to her mouth. her laugh makes you smile, eyes resting on her face.

“can i ask now?” parker asks, looking at you.

“three questions,” you say with a sigh.

“each?” he says with a sly smile.

“three total,” you say sternly making larissa chuckle again.

“where, how many times each, and are you u-hauling yet?”

your head smacks against the table before coming back up, “i hate you. my place, two and one, and watch your mouth.”

larissa’s head whips to you, eyes bulging out of her head. parker seems to put the pieces together first, because there’s a beat, then a crack of his laughter. he’s nearly struggling to breathe, then cries out when you kick him under the table. he resorts to holding back laughs, wiping tears from his eyes.

“had that much fun, huh?” he looks at larissa, his face turning red from laughter, “oh my god, larissa doesn’t get it. oh my god, please let me stay while you explain this.” you’re want to drown in your coffee cup, you have to explain this with parker across from you while in a public setting.

you duck your lips to her ear and whisper, “i told you that you tasted like heaven, didn’t i? brought me there with just the taste of you.”

you pullback and look at her face, her cheeks go fully red, eyes fluttering. parker is silent screaming at her reaction, you hold your head in your hands. you’re definitely snitching to abuela about his nosiness.

the waiter brings the food, crepes with berries and honey for larissa, eggs with toast and pan fries for you, and waffles with an absurd amount chocolate chips on top for parker. larissa immediately passes hot sauce to you, remembering your comment about loving tabasco sauce. you thank her with a smile, then glare at your friend when he does a little aaaawe.

“are you going to see max again?” larissa asks parker as he shoves half a waffle into his mouth.

he takes a sip of his coffee, “oh for sure. they’re too good not to, super sweet too. they would’ve come along but they had plans at their babcia’s place for lunch.”

you smile at him, “that’s awesome buddy.” you pick up a piece of cantaloupe from your fruit salad and pass it to him to take, he loves it while you loathe it. it just works.

he takes the melon from your fork, speaking while he chews, “what about you two? gonna keep up?”

you and larissa look at each other. you hadn’t even thought about it much, nothing past post-orgasm conversation. you want to say yes, but you don’t want to put pressure on her. she takes your hand under the table and speaks first, “definitely.”

you look at her, “yeah, vermont sounds pretty cool. i could spend some time there,” you turn to parker, “she teaches at nevermore.”

he perks up immediately, “you’re one of us?”

larissa smiles, “yes, i’m a shapeshifter. but i try to keep that a little quiet.”

parker’s grin is huge, dimples showing off, “totally get it. i’m a shifter too, people get a little freaked out by dogs that are five feet tall on all fours.”

larissa’s eyes widen as she looks at you, “you didn’t say he was five feet tall in that form.”

you shrug, “i told you he was a big ass dog.”

parker chuckles, “she was probably picturing a great dane, you moron,” he looks at larissa, “think the grim the harry potter, but lighter fur and better groomed.”

you laugh at his comparison, “sirius black was in prison for twelve years. did you want him to be all fresh and clean?”

larissa just laughs and watches in amusement as the two of you argue over the mauraders, her head on your shoulder, your arm around hers.

—

the rest of the time larissa is in the city, she’s with you. the next three days were spent touring around the city, going to shops and cafes, always ending in either your bed or her hotel’s, depending on which was closer. her departure time was steadily approaching, making you both a bit upset.

she lays her head on your chest, legs tangled with yours, sweat across both your bodies. you take the time to map her body with your fingers, needing to remember every inch of her. she was worth a six hour drive, hell she was worth a six century walk.

“what’s going on in your head?” she asks gently, “i can’t see into your mind, you know.”

you chuckle, kissing her forehead and hugging her close, “i’m just wondering how i can change my powers from telepathy to teleportation. would be so much easier.” she cuddles into you more, hugging you tight.

the next morning is slow, her alarm going off around six, even though she didn’t really need fo be up until seven. she just wanted more time with you. you spend part of your morning just holding each other, soft kisses holding promises. more kisses and hands between each others thighs in the shower, your name spelled on her clit with your tongue, her name falling from your lips as she brings you closer and closer.

you’re enjoying hot chocolate together in the lobby when her phone chimes, the nevermore car was only five minutes away. she looks at you with watery eyes, you bring your hands up to cup her face.

“it’s a six hour drive, whenever you want me there, i’ll be there. i know it’s harder for you to leave, i can organize and do meetings virtually time to time,” you kiss her cheek.

she shakes her head, “you’re job is too important, i can’t ask you to do that. that would just be selfish of me, they need you.”

“baby, i’m only working in person half the week with clients, the other half is all online. i’m a phone call away from any of them, you won’t be stealing me from anyone,” you assure her.

“you have to promise me you won’t sacrifice your job for me,” larissa demands.

you draw an x over your chest, “cross my heart. i’m not sacrificing my job, but i also don’t want to sacrifice you. i’m willing to make this work if you are.”

she kisses you hard, “i’m more than willing.”

you walk her to the car, putting her bags in for her. shooing away the driver, you open the door for her and guide her in. you lean your head into the car, “call me when you get home, okay?”

she holds the collar of your shirt to keep you close, “i’ll probably call you before i even get there.”

you smile and press a sweet kiss to her cheek, “please do, i’m gonna miss your voice.” you clear your throat, “i’ll see you soon, larissa.”

you start to back out of the car when she pulls your collar, pulling you into a long kiss, “better be soon.” she presses one last kiss to your lips before releasing your shirt, letting you back away and shut the door.

the car pulls off, and you watch until she’s gone from your sight. you make your way to your car, exhaling deeply before starting the engine and backing out of the lot.

you’re sitting on parker’s couch, legs draped across max’s lap while you both wait for parker to come back from the kitchen with snacks. community plays on the tv, one of the paintball wars playing quietly while the three of you were talking. your phone ringing breaks the silence, larissa <3 is calling.

“i gotta take this. i’ll be in parker’s room if you need me,” you say quickly to max and you scramble down the hallway.

you click the green answer button, “hey there, beautiful.”

you hear her laugh lightly, “i wanted to call you sooner, but there was horrible service. i’m almost to jericho now.”

“i’m glad you’re safe,” you say through a smile, giddy from her voice, “i’m at parker’s with max, i’m outnumbered here.”

larissa laughs again, making your heart swell, “i’m sorry, lovely. once you come to visit it’ll just be you and me, no being outnumbered or interrupted.”

“don’t threaten me with a good time,” you say, “fuck, is it embarrassing that i miss you already?”

“only if it’s embarrassing that i miss you quite a bit already as well,” she plays.

the bedroom door swings open, parker’s head popping in and pointing at the phone. the second you mouth larissa he grabs the phone and starts talking to her. you wrestle the phone out of his hand, shoving him out the door. “i’m telling abuela!” you yell down the hall, you can’t just hog your girlfriend is screamed back before bringing the phone back to your ear.

“sorry about that,” you say with a huff.

“it’s cute, the two of you fighting over me,” she jokes.

you laugh at her, “pray tell, who has won your affections?”

“park nasty,” larissa deadpans.

“oh my god, i’m hanging up,” you say as you don’t even move to do so.

“no, no, no, no, no. you win, of course you win,” she yells into the phone, “you win over everyone, i swear.”

“everyone? even sarah jessica parker?” you joke, referencing back to her confession of her childhood crush.

she laughs, “yes, even sarah jessica parker.”

banging in the door pulls you from the conversation, max and parker both beating on the door and calling fo you. gimme a second! is screamed at them.

“baby, i gotta go, homosexuals are beating down the door,” she laughs over the line, “let me know when you get to nevermore, okay?”

“i promise. and i’ll see you soon. goodbye, darling.

“bye, gorgeous. i’ll see you soon,” the line beeps as the call comes to an end.

feedback appreciated as always, love you a bushel and a peck <3

[imliketheiceifreeze]

Human Miles Quaritch x reader

Good girl-part 2

Warnings: smut, swearing, MINORS DNI

PART ONE

1,577 words

background info:

you are a 25 year old botanist, closely shadowing Grace Augustine. After you are forced to spend time with the very man you and your whole department despise in order to be granted access to a mission on Pandora; you both succumb to temptation, leading you to form a less than ideal relationship with the colonel which leaves you wanting more.

Miles Quaritch and Y/N had made a habit of sneaking around at this point. As much as you hated him, his cocky attitude and rough demeanor tapped into something primal within you, plus he made you cum harder than you ever had in your life, something no man before him could even attempt to do. Yet, keeping your affair a secret had become somewhat tricky, especially with his busy schedule, which was exactly how you'd ended up in this situation.

It was after a long meeting, both you and Quaritch had zoned out long ago, in favour of playing footsie under the table, it was a stroke of luck that you'd both ended up beside one another and you intended to take full advantage of that fact.

Small touches here and there, sliding your hand up his leg, grazing his crotch whilst he massaged your bare thigh with calloused fingers, leaning in a little too close every now and then to whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

Which is why once everyone was dismissed, and you were walking unsuspectingly down the hall to the lab, a rough hand grabbed your arm, dragging you into the store cupboard. Quaritch was all over you the moment the door shut behind you, teeth clashing in fervour, both desperate for one another.

"Hmph, Miles," you mumbled, your words muffled by the veracious mouth of the man above you, that was until he gripped your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he spoke against your lips.

"Now, you know that's not my name sweetheart," he tugged your hair sharply until your chin was tipped up to the ceiling, your back arching against him involuntarily as a lewd moan slipped past your lips.

"Come on, what's my name? say it baby," growling against your throat, he smirked as he finally felt his favourite word vibrate through your lips.

"Colonel."

"Good girl," he cooed, hitching your thigh around his waist, pushing his hips roughly against yours as his eyes glinted. "You feel that darling? This is what you get for being such a little cockslut, couldn't even wait until we're alone... I'm starting to think you get off on getting caught Y/N...am I right?"

All you could do was moan and grip onto his shoulders tightly, grinding your barely covered pussy against him as your skirt rolled over your ass with your movements.

"Oh you do? shit baby I can feel your pussy begging for it, you want me sweetheart?"

"Please Colonel, It's been so long," you whined, still humping his leg like a bitch in heat as a raspy chuckle echoed off the walls of the confined cupboard.

"I could screw you everyday and you'd still say that, fucking insatiable thing," he croons, looking down at your desperate state through half lidded eyes, one hand reaching around to grip your ass, massaging the flesh roughly through your thin cotton panties.

You pout at his comment, leaning back against the wall with a thud, arms coming to cross over your chest defensively.

"Hey, don't pull that face, that was mean huh? let me make it up to ya sweetheart," his hand travels unabashedly from under your ass to your sopping cunt, his finger rubbing slowly up your slit drawing a surprised moan from you, the force of the feeling of him prodding your clothed entrance pushing you forward into his chest.

"That feel good baby, yeah?" his strained voice sounds in your ear as his fingers work themselves around your sensitive folds. He already had your legs wobbling like a fawn as you lent onto his chest against your forearms, overwhelmed by the sensation already. "I bet it does, I can feel you shaking against me Y/N, come on, look at me" he instructs, using his other hand, he patted your your cheek to force your gaze back to his eyes, the pure unadulterated lust stirring in them leaving you breathless.

"Put them inside colonel, please," he snorts at that, half smirking as he presses a kiss to your lips before slipping your panties to one side, easily sliding two fingers into your slick entrance. You tilt your head back, lips parting as a blissed out moan falls thoughtlessly from them, that euphoric feeling of being full totally consuming your mind.

"Shh, shh baby, gotta be quiet alright" he rasps, catching your mouth in another searing kiss to quiet your squeaks of pleasure, all the while his fingers are driving into you at an unforgiving pace. His ministrations leave you as malleable as putty in his hands, moaning and squirming against him, hips following the movements of his fingers in desperation.

"Think you can take my cock Sweetheart? you ready for me?" Miles growls, gripping one delicate hand and forcing it against his rock hard length. You can feel him throbbing even through his cargos and it almost makes you feel bad for being the only one feeling some kind of release...almost.

"Yeah, yeah I can just be quick please, I'm so close... colonel," the lust in your voice catches even yourself off guard, never having been capable of making those kinds of noises before your little arrangement with Miles begun, you could only guess how clamant you must seem to him in these moments.

"Yeah, I'll be quick angel, Jesus" he whispers that last part with an unreadable expression as he slowly pulls his fingers from inside your heat, marvelling at the pool of slick that follows, dribbling onto the wooden floor like a leaky faucet.

And before you even have time to whine about the emptiness you're being condemned to, there he is again, thick cock head prodding at your sensitive lips, and eventually splitting you apart deliciously slowly. The feeling has you heating up like a furnace, your body quivering, nails digging harshly into the Colonel's arms, leaving deep crescent moon shaped marks all along his tanned skin.

"A-ahh!" you manage to choke out as the muscular walls of your pussy start to convulse and twitch around him, the rush of pleasure taking you by surprise and by the time you realise you're coming it's already happened, and all you can do is take shallow, panting breaths before peeking up shyly from beneath your lashes at the crystal blue orbs glaring down at you.

"Fucks sake" he snarls, words laced with an emotion akin to annoyance, but you know better, especially with the ferocious pace he sets, cantering his hips into you almost immediately and giving you no time to recover.

"C-colonel," you stutter, legs giving way as you crash into his chest, before swiftly being pulled up by a pair of strong arms, your legs winding around his waist as he continues to abuse your cunt with deep, languid strokes.

All that can be heard from the cupboard is a symphony of grunts and moans along with the bordeline pornographic wetness of your pussy and the incriminating squeaking of the old wood straining under your combined weights.

"That's it, atta girl, you gonna squirt for me again gorgeous? fuck, you've already ruined this floor..so needy aren't you?"

His lewd words bring you even closer to the edge again, the tell tale contracting of your walls giving you away too easily to the smug man above you.

"Y-yeah...feels so good..."

It's in this moment you begin to hear chatter down the hallway, just past the unlocked door concealing your transgressions, the footsteps of your colleagues shortly follow. Fear courses through your veins at the mere idea of being caught in such a derogatory situation, yet in the same breath, and even more shamefully, it served to bring your orgasm on that much more quickly.

"You gonna cum for them all? I know you want to angel, know you like being caught, nasty girl." He whispers hotly into your ear, as your body begins to contort, spine almost cracking with the severity of the arch in your back and everything finally comes crashing down. Your hips stutter as a blinding white light flashes from behind your eyelids, only sobs and wanton moans leave your lips as you grip his cock inside of you like a vice.

"Shit, there you go, look at you darlin' so fucking pretty for me like this," he groans, head tilting back as his hips still, flush to your own, his cock piercing so deep within you that you can feel it in your throat.

"I'm right behind you baby, right behind you," he moans in a surprisingly broken tone, hips drawing slow circles inside you as he speaks.

And all it takes is a whisper of, "please come inside me Colonel," from your reddened lips to unravel the usually put together and uptight man, coming with a noise so obscene, that even in this situation you felt yourself flush with embarrassment, as his lips latched onto your collarbone and the skin on your breasts, accessible in your low cut shirt, nibbling and sucking until he was over his peak and you were covered in highly conspicuous, stamps of ownership.

"Jesus Christ," he sighs, slipping his softening manhood from you as he pulls away, still wearing that cocky smirk as always, albeit a little less convincingly than usual. "Thanks for the quickie darlin'," he gloats, giving your ass a slap as he buckles his trousers back up and swings the door wide open, sauntering out of the snug little store cupboard, not caring that you were still half dressed, leaking with his cum and shaking pitifully, nor that the floor was basically a slip and slide at this point.

He never cared, that was one thing you couldn't bare about him, lately, he never even took a moment to catch his breath before he was leaving you like some kind of fuck toy...it was so degrading and you knew you were worth more than that yet...you couldn't stay away from him, no matter how hard you tried and it was driving you fucking crazy.

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