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

[itsnesss]

𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 | franco colapinto × fem!reader

summary | at silverstone, feeling out of place in the busy paddock, you meet franco. what starts as a casual chat turns into a meaningful connection, leaving you both unexpectedly impacted

warnings | fluff, mild flirting, brief mention of feeling out of place / social discomfort, light romantic tension

word count | 1.0 k

🖇️ masterlist

The sky was overcast, that typical English gray that makes you unsure whether it's going to rain on you or just annoy you. Silverstone was a sea of people, noise, and movement. The paddock felt like a separate universe, one that didn’t seem to have room for a casual spectator like you. The credential hanging from your neck felt foreign, like someone else had mistakenly put it there.

"This isn’t my thing," you muttered, stepping away from the most chaotic area, searching for a corner to catch your breath.

But the paddock is like an urban jungle: there’s no such thing as silence. The roar of the engines overpowered the wind, the conversations—even your own thoughts. You looked around, uncomfortable. Everyone seemed to have a purpose: cameramen rushing with tripods, grease-covered mechanics, girls with cameras slung around their necks, fans hunting for autographs. You just wanted your cousin to finish his motorsport fangirl tour so you could go grab a drink somewhere calm. But he had won a meet & greet with several F2 drivers, and he had no intention of wasting it.

You couldn’t blame him. It was his passion. But you felt completely out of place.

You sat on the edge of a metal stand, half-hidden behind a trailer. The cold seat cut through your legs, but you preferred that to standing in the middle of that human swarm. That’s when, somewhere between your bored thoughts and the distant engine vibrations, you heard him for the first time.

"You look more like the 'coffee and a book' type than 'oil and burnt rubber.'"

You looked up, a little surprised that someone had spoken to you in the middle of all that chaos. And there he was. Franco Colapinto. His helmet hanging from his left hand, his racing suit unzipped at the top, revealing a black thermal shirt clinging to his torso. His hair tousled, like he had just been running with the wind. His gaze intense, but curious. Like he found your confusion amusing.

"Was that a personality read or a critique?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"A little of both," he replied, with a half-smile.

You weren’t sure whether to feel intimidated or intrigued. But there was something in his tone, in his relaxed posture, that made you stay. He didn’t seem like he was trying to impress. He just wanted to talk. And you... you needed exactly that.

"I'm T/N," you said, extending your hand without getting up from your seat.

"Franco," he said, shaking your hand briefly, though he didn’t really need to introduce himself. You already knew his name. Your cousin had repeated his last name so many times, you had it memorized—along with his car number.

"Do you talk to every girl who looks lost in the paddock, or just the ones who have no clue what’s going on?"

"Only the ones with no clue. They’re the most interesting."

He wasn’t arrogant. Nor was he pretending to be humble. There was a natural ease to him that disarmed you. He sat next to you without asking for permission, as if it were a park bench instead of the most iconic racing circuit in England.

"Are you bored a lot, or just a little?"

"A lot," you admitted, laughing. "I came with my cousin. He’s on cloud nine. Me... well, I’d rather be at a museum. Or in a bookstore."

Franco nodded like that wasn’t weird at all, like he understood.

"That’s fair. Sometimes I wish I were somewhere else too."

You looked at him, unsure if he was being serious.

"Why’s that?"

"You’re always surrounded by people, always running, training, traveling. Sometimes you just want something simpler."

"Like reading a book with coffee."

"Exactly. Though I’m not much of a reader. I’m more into watching shows when I can."

"Not much free time, huh?"

"Almost none. But right now I have a few minutes, and I’d rather spend them talking to you than locked inside the tent."

His sincerity caught you off guard. It wasn’t the typical flirty comment. It felt real. Like he had truly found something different in you. Something that pulled him out of “driver mode” and made him feel simply... human.

The conversation flowed. You talked about travel, music, how terrible the paddock coffee tasted. He asked about your interests, why you had picked this destination, what you hoped to get out of the trip. And you, who didn’t usually open up so easily, told him things you didn’t even know you’d wanted to share.

And he listened.

Not with a "I’m only paying attention because you’re cute" face, but with genuine interest. As if you weren’t just another girl. As if you were... something more.

Time slipped away between laughs and comfortable silences. Until a voice came through on his radio.

"I have to go. Briefing."

He stood up, brushing off his suit pants.

"Are you staying for the race?"

"I’m not sure."

"If you leave, I’ll get bad luck."

"You believe in that stuff?"

"In you, for now."

He said it so calmly it didn’t even sound cheesy. You were speechless.

"I’d like to see you later," he added, staring at you.

"After the race?"

"After everything."

And with that, he left.

You watched him walk away through the crowd, heading into the team tent with that same relaxed, confident stride. You felt your heart beating faster than you thought possible. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the moment. Maybe it was him. Or maybe, without even realizing it, you had just met someone who was going to change your life at a speed you couldn’t begin to imagine.

And even though you didn’t know it yet...

He had felt it too.

[vyinter]

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

[uhreo]

[🍎] yandere loser nerd oc x reader!

( cw. sub!character, dom reader, degradation, dry humping, hair pulling, spitting, lmk if I forgot anything. )

( oreo's notes — reader is mean-mean in this one.. not dubcon since both characters are in some sort of weird relationship that they're both aware of and consent to. I kind of imagine reader as a gyaru in this one. + my reqs are open! )

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He doesn't stand out much from the crowd, if one were to search for him in a crowded hall it'll be impossible to spot him due to how well he blends in. He was just that normal and mundane looking. maybe that was why he was always the target of nasty remarks, he looks like one of those typical loser nerds you'll see in cringy highschool romcoms.

Maybe that's why you took a liking to him.

He just looked so cute with his bouncy messy curls that always manages to hide some of his features, his large circular glasses that's too big on him and makes his already large eyes seem more larger, and his mannerisms similar to a hunted prey; always having his head down and never making eye contact with anyone else. He was always shaking in his seat and bouncing his leg as if something was going to happen to him.

And maybe there was.

“Hey freak-o, you've got a lotta nerve to try and take a peek under my skirt earlier.” You slung your arm around his shoulder as you notice how he tensed up immediately at your touch as if you were burning him with your skin.

“I asked you a question, didn't I? Or did all that attentive listening to the loud ass  teachers finally shattered your eardrums?” your fists knocked against the side of his head, your face going closer to his face to examine the expression he was making and just as you expected–he was breathing heavily now with a deep red hue present on his face as his eyes seemed to be clouded and glazed over.

Freak.

His eyes turned away from you in embarrassment and that made your frown deepen. his hands that was on top of his lap was clenching the fabric of his pants—the loser was obviously trying to hide the prominent bulge in his pants.

“ah-! uh-  I didn't.. uhm..” He clenched his eyes shut to try and avoid your intense gaze that was locked on his trembling figure. “speak up, dumbass.” your hand that rested on top of his head combed through his curly locks as you pet his head gently and he knew that shit was about to go down for him if you suddenly started getting gentle with your actions. 

“I- uhm.. I didn't try to– ah!” your hand fisted his hair, your long nails digging into his scalp so deliciously. “fuck– you couldn't even keep up a proper conversation without moaning and humping like a pathetic dog.” your mouth turned into a grimace as you harshly pulled his hair and turned his face around to face you– and then you spat at him.

oh god—the feeling of your wet spit traveling down his cheek was making his body vibrate with excitement and arousal. he was shaking with need and anticipation for what you'll do next— just imagining the possible scenarios that could happen to him was making him tether to the edge.

would you make him lick your shoes again? would you spit on the floor and lick it all up like a desperate thirsty dog? step on him while calling him a good-for-nothing and his only use was to be your dildo? just the thought of those happening was making him more and more closer to the edge—

“are you even listening? shit, we haven't even gotten started and you're already drooling.” he let out a pathetic needy whine at your words and choked out moan soon followed when your heeled shoe suddenly stepped on his hands that was covering his weeping dick, the amount of pressure you were applying was sending sparks all up his spine and into his mush brain.

“uh– ahn! hahhh...” one of his hands left its previous spot as he gripped the calf of your leg that was stepping on his cock, “hah- uh– please, m're..oh!” the hand gripping his hair suddenly got tighter as you hissed through your teeth. “who said you can touch me?” fuck, he gulped at the domineering tone of your voice.

“s-ahngh- sorry! didn't mean t-ah-to!” his teary eyes looked up at you, his lips trembled and opened and closed with each word he spouted–the poor guy looked like he was barely even coherent enough to speak and think, his face was flushed as little beads of sweat dribbled down his forehead but he still looked up at you with half-lidded eyes full of adoration. the sight would've all been cute if he wasn't desperately humping your shoe like a whore.

you digged the heels of your shoe a little bit harder into his cock–it was enough to make him cum from the stimulation and with a little bit more of humping from his hips his eyes suddenly rolled back as he was blinded by a white light that made his body tremble, his hips stuttering from the sudden burst of pleasure—he bit his lip to stifle the loud moan paired with a whimper signaling his orgasm.

The male heaved in breaths desperately as he moved his other hand and joined its pair that still held on to the calf of your leg to try and ground himself from the orgasm that muddled his brain, there was a visible wet stain now on his pants that made him feel sticky.

“who said you could cum?”

fuck, he was in for one hell of a ride...

[jollyhunter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐕𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐧 [MDNI, 18+]

Puffy parted lips make way for a guttural moan. Hips roll up to meet you with languid motions, drawing out every thrust. Slow, deep and steady strokes. Thick swollen tip pushed in and out, pulled along your tight walls all the way up until he rams your cervix and back down until your tight muscles grip onto him.

Eyes flit across the ceiling and dive under your eyelids. Another, louder groan echoes through your bedroom at your family’s house.

“Shhh-“ Calloused fingers lock your jaw closed, choking back a whimper of yours. Dean's thumb pulls at the tip of your lower lip, his gravel voice low and yet enough to shaken your breath. “You’re so vocal, baby - but you gotta keep it down. I don’t wanna get a speech of your dad in the morning.”

Your lips chase his thumb as he draws it down your chin, catching it between your teeth and pulling it in like you’d just trapped your prey.

A low, dangerous growl rumbles in his chest when your lips tightly wrap around his knuckle joint and you start to lick and suck on his coarse digit.

The vibration travels down to your core, tingling, sending a shiver across your body. The growl is a warning as much as a grudging praise. Green orbs flash up at your cheeky smile. Like you’re testing his authority, poking the wolf.

And he fucking loves it.

You were playful. And dirty. You challenge him. And to him, you were deadly.

“C’mon my sweet little vixen.” He coos with a mock-innocent expression when he notices your depleting energy. “You can do one more for me, can’t ya?”

You nod, your eyes halfway hidden behind your heavy eyelids. You were somewhere caught in a state of lust and drowsiness. Your hips rock against his hardness that's buried deep within you, but you lack any rhythm.

And it wasn't really a surprise, seeing as Dean's fingers had just lured you out of your sleep not too long ago.

Parts of you wondered why you were even up here right now. Straddling your boyfriend’s hips in this ungodly hour. Would you have been more rational, you'd have never agreed to this. The knowledge of your parents sleeping two doors down the corridor, while you were riding him inside you? God no.

But it didn't take much incentive to coax - what Dean called your 'sweet little vixen' - out of you.

Fingertips had stroked you up and down, parting your folds, and a rough thumb had flicked across your sensitive bundle of nerves until his hand began to soak in your slick. His nose had brushed along your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. Meanwhile his teeth had skimmed your skin in ways that sent a dangerous shiver down your spine.

Your breath had quickly turned heavy and laced with soft, shy moans that slipped past your sleep. Moments later you found yourself on top of Dean's. Riding his bucking hips as well as you could in your drowsy state.

Another moan of yours gets muffled by Dean's thumb still jammed in your mouth. He had roughly snapped his hips up to coax those sweet sounds from your throat. But also, Dean had noticed how you were barely holding onto your wake mind.

Your hooded eyes keep rolling back with soft whimpers and your legs are shaking like they had been riding a bull for the past half an hour.

"C'mon little vixen, don't tap out on me now." He chuckles lowly, his lips quirked into a sly smirk as he watches you try to regain your balance on top of his bucking hips.

You slump forward and bring your hands down on his chest. And Dean's heart skips a beat when he could swear that he’d caught a glimpse of you narrowing your eyes at him, a smile flashing across your lips. And you did.

Long claws leave red marks in their wake as you rake them down Dean's chest. He hisses from the pain, his eyes narrowed at you with a warning glare. But this wolf couldn't fool you with his snarls, and you both knew it.

"Careful there," he adds in a verbal warning, his voice dropped an octave.

Your lips pull into a tired smile as you lean down to whisper something into his ear. And Dean lets out a groan at your dirty sex talk.

To the world outside of this intimate act of yours, you were a shy, innocent girl. For strangers, an introverted pretty girl and for your family, the perfect, little angel.

But in his touch you turned into a sex-drunk, confident and bold woman. Kinky, naughty, and oh so willing to be taken any time by him. You were his clever, sassy, little vixen. Only his to take.

The thought of him being the only one allowed to see this side of yours... Knowing that he could coax that little vixen out of you. That you were nothing like you made the world believe, nothing close to the innocent image you had. That he was able to corrupt you in the most beautiful way possible. That you'd trust him enough to let him witness this downright sinful side of yours…

...It all turned him on, made him proud. Made his lips pull into a wolfish grin of satisfaction.

You were like a fox trapped in the jaws of a wolf. And you relished it. The knowledge that only he was the harbour of your beast. Only he held the key to get it out.

Only you held the privilege that he could snap you in half in a heartbeat - like anyone who'd just look at you the wrong way - but never would. Only you could be rest assured that he’d never bite you.

Only you could roll him over onto his back and have him whimper.

Dean pulls his thumb from your mouth, both his hands gripping onto your hips now in a merciless grip. When your eyes meet, he bucks his hips. His hard length gets slammed inside you, triggering a surprised whine from you that pulls his lips into a satisfied smug grin.

When your hips try to pull away, his large hands pull you down to meet his next thrust with your core flush against his pelvis and his tip bruising your cervix.

You whimper, buckle and fall forward. Your forehead comes to rest on the reddened marks on his chest while your fingers claw at his shoulder where you hold onto him.

Whimpers of yours mingle with his grunts and groans as he rides you both towards your climax. His fingers dig into your flesh when he notices you shaking, holding you close as your walls start to flutter around his cock. His tight grip was leaving you no chance for escape, leaving you completely at his mercy. And you loved it.

You could squirm in his jaws, knowing the fangs that surrounded you would never pierce you. Fangs that held you down but never back. Jaws that didn’t keep you in but others out.

You tamed the wolf that has seen through your innocence. The only man who’s allowed to tame your secret wild spirit.

MASTERLIST

A/N: A "BadWolf!Dean x SweetVixen!Reader" drabble I had to get out of my system ahhh I've been holding onto this thought for way too long. Idk yet where this is going or whether anybody else needed this lmao, but you're welcome if you did. Also I'm sorry I didn't get to proofread or anything I just typed this out on the way to work. I still have so much to catch up on with all your writings!! I hope I’ll get the time to reply, read and comment on them all on the weekend! <3

EDIT: Not me changing the head banner 'cuz that one image had to be edited

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[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…”

[pinkshortbread]

💫 Curly X Reader 💫

Warning : MDNI ; NSFW ; DRY HUMPING

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE !

This happens before the crash.

You are the janitor of Tulpar.

[A Grain of Sand in the Universe - Part. 2]

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Curly, legs parting, in front of you, suggestively to help clean you dirty-minded thoughs.

"Captain... I don't think this is a good idea..." You reply to him as you place your broomstick back into the bucket, you hands are shaking, one wrong movement and you could wet the whole cockpit : not only with your equipment, but also with your needy core.

"You don't have to Captain me by calling this situation a good idea. Did I say this was a good idea ?" Curly shifts his hips, foam forming into your mouth.

You glaze at him as you bite your nails nervously, stepping into the green lightened room.

He pats his legs which means he wants you to sit onto his lap, you swear you could see something growing into his pants but you do not know if you wanted to be sure or not.

Yet.

"So... Want me to help or not ?" Curly asks with half-lidded eyes, his blue eyes piercing your entire being.

You approach slowly to his sitting form.

"Can we keep this a secret then ?"

CLANK

He closed the door.

Wait, he can close the door even by his desk ? How can he-

"Don't worry about that." He mumbles, hands on your waist, doing circles with his thumbs into the hollow of your hips.

Curly looks up at you, you look down at him. You do not know where to put your hands so you started to place them onto his shoulders, straddling his lap. He hummed, rubbing his stubble on your chest.

Oh god, he looks like a puppy.

You let out an exhale when he clenches your hips with a sudden move, bringing your waist against his tummy.

He is definitely hard. His clothed-shaft is rubbing over your inner thigh. You hissed.

"Feeling it, love ?"

"Y-Yeah..." You sigh. Your hands met his nape, traveling to his scalp. Curly purrs a low groan when you move down to rub your legs onto his lap. You give it back. You clench your jaw, you try to hide your first moan.

"Shit." He swears. His eyebrows frowned.

"You okay ?" You say, still in need but worried by this sudden reaction.

He chuckles, you feel his laugh vibrating on his neck.

"Oh yes, love. It's been a while, that's it."

"Sorry."

"Oh don't be... You're perfect."

His hands meet the round shape of your ass, taking a squeeze. You gasp, your back arches. He grins. He knows what he is doing.

Fucker.

This man. Hiding his game so well. He knew it from the beginning. You could have his dick sooner.

Curly bucks in hips while he travels his hands up your back, the tip of his fingers sending shivers down your spine. You whine.

"Oooh, you sound exquisite."

"I don't." You huffed, a bit ashamed of your noise.

"You do, please keep making them."

His gaze softens as he cupped your sides, bucking his hips again.

"A-ah-" You gasp out.

"That's it... Aw, you're sensitive too, aren't you ?"

You feel it, he is big. He is way too eager, you are going to get eaten whole just by dry-humping with him.

Soaked. Your underwears are soaked. You feel so uncomfortable in you overalls, he must be tight in his pants. You buck your hips too in response, legs quivering.

He finds it cute, how you try to answer your envy back with such a trembling form. You are intimated but you couldn't stop there.

You stand up.

"Oh ?" Curly smirks.

"It blocks our way." You spit it out, starting to unbuckle your overalls. The thick piece of clothing falls down onto your feet, you shake them to take those off with your shoes.

A groan stuck in throat.

Lovely.

He devours you just by his eyes, the tension. Definitely, he wants you. And you want him back. A pant escapes between his lips.

"Come back here."

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AAAAAAA I'm not used to write NSFW, please don't hesitate to give me a feed back, it's always a pleasure to have some comments. ❤️

Part 3 ? 🥰

[mono-dot-jpeg]

focus and study - viktor

summary; in which viktor gives you a proper incentive to study hard and even helps you relieve some stress

genre/extra tags; small one shot, modern college au, smut, fluff, half baked smut, established relationship, this could be considered a prequel to my jayvik reader smut, viktor and reader were together first and jayce joined in not long after, OR jayce thought they were dating already and viktor reader thought too hard about the relationship, silly shit at the end, jayvik freak agenda, OOC viktor????, open ended

word count; 1.1k

[nsfw] [gender neutral reader]

[warnings; sex toys, dom! vik my beloved, written by a sex neutral asexual, orgasm denial/edging, overstimulation?, voyeurism?, implied dacryphyilia, degradation???, vik call you a slut, whore, dumbification?? idk how to spell that one how fitting, riding, slight oral, a small step up from mean viktor compared to my other fic]

a/n; umm... no notes. written in January, finished for valentines. this world will never give me viktor league for valentines. this is so half baked. im so sorry viktor nation.

studying was the worst. at least for you. you, who usually had a good sense of confidence when it came to your classes, felt like screaming into the void with every curse you knew.

nothing just seemed to be clicking in your mind. no matter how many times you went over it yourself, how you asked the teacher, how you asked some classmates. nothing worked.

but then viktor had this genius idea.

"hah... viktor.. i don't- i don't kn-know.." you gasped between words as you feel how sticky your lower half has become as you sat at your desk. you've never been more thankful to only afford a cheap chair because you just know that any leather seat would have you riding on it like it's viktor's own dick. "i don't know- the- the answer-! ngh!" your body trembles as the stupid hot red dildo stuck in you vibrated gently. it was enough to feel but not enough to satisfy. it wasn't even big enough to hit any good spots, too.

"dear.. you can do better than this. i don't date a dumb whore.. do i?" he said sitting on your bed as he fiddled and twisted with the setting on your vibrator. his smirk is subtle every time he gains a whine out of you when he turns the settings higher or lower.

you shook your head, intensely disagreeing with him as you try to hold back from touching yourself. "n-no.. i'm not dumb.." you whined into your hand that did nothing to cover your moans.

"we have 5 more questions, pretty. can you do them for me?" he asked. you can hear him stand up, and you see his figure at your vanity mirror as he approaches you. you can see how hard he is with his pants tightening by his dick. "i'd be very happy if i could give you a reward."

you look at your written notes, but everything seems to blur and mesh together. you shift in your seat, and the vibrator just grazes your sweet spot. you crumble and whine loudly at the absolute lack of satisfaction you just felt. so close but so far. you don't even realize you're crying.

"is my poor love too much of a dumb slut to handle some math assignments? you can't even think, right? you can't even answer my questions anymore.." he said, his hand resting on your cheek as he turns you to face him. "what will i ever do with you?" he turns the settings higher, leaving your legs twitching and shaking for more.

"v-viktor.. please.." you cried out. "i want- want you so b-badly.." you can't help your hand traveling down to your heated area to start touching yourself for any sense of satisfaction. but viktor stops you from doing too much.

"now, now, what did i say about touching yourself? i should teach you how to behave properly. i'd say i could fuck you stupid but that wouldn't be so right for this scenario, would it?"

you start getting desperate, your hands grip at his pants tugging at them and looking up at him with glazed eyes for a chance to have him in you. "v-vik- ah.. please.." your body is only turned to him now, your face covered in tears as the vibrator is only grazing and brushing at your sweet spot.

"my pretty dumb slut, is that what you are now?" he asked, holding your face by your chin. his thumb rubs at your tears. "you listen to me so well, and yet you can't even finish reviewing your notes as i told you to." he shook his head in feign disappointment before moving back to the bed. you follow him, your bodily fluids drip down your legs in a way that makes you feel so pathetic, but you don't even care at this point. you need him so bad.

"please- viktor- i want to- i want-" you can't even speak right. not when he's unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. you almost drool at the sight of him.

"you should be good enough to not cum until i tell you, yes?" you nodded eagerly at his words. "look at you, you're drooling over me." he commented, but most of your sense is thrown out the window as you start licking at his dick. your warm mouth starts to suck and hollow your cheeks as you blow him. you can see how much he enjoys it, but he stops you from doing too much. he grabs a condom to put on, and your body shivers in excitement.

you both move to a more comfortable position, resting fully on the bed rather than on the edge of it. he takes the vibrator out of you, leaving you whining from the emptiness. "no whining, dear." he said as he sat on the bed, pants tossed to the side, boxers somewhere on the floor, and his white button-up open and loose. "ride." he gives the one command, and you go for it. you keep it careful so as not to disturb his hurt leg too much.

you line yourself with his cock and slowly sink, moaning at him filling you so well. you start riding not long after once you get used to the feeling of him. but you're so close to cumming due to the vibrator simply torturing you earlier that your body shivers and shakes from you holding back. "let- let me cum, v-viktor!" you gasp between pumps. his hands on your hips guide the pace.

"you couldn't even answer 5 questions for your notes. are you sure you're not my dumb slut? you can't even think about anything but my cock, right now? nothing but my pretty whore."

"please, please, please!" you repeated, your eyes unfocused and blown out as your mind draws blanks. "wanna cum! please!"

"you're asking so nicely. perhaps you're not that dumb." he hummed. "you can cum now, dear." he purred before holding your face to his, to kiss you stupid. you instinctively respond to his kisses and the last thrust that hits your sweet spot, leaving you to moan his name out. "that wasn't a great plan, but we learned a lot, didn't we?" you would be mad at him for being so composed and calm this whole time if you weren't so fuzzy brained right now. he slowly guides you to pull out and tosses the condom in the nearby trash bin. you move slowly and lean down to finish him off.

"you don't have to do that, dear."

your response is muffled, and you don't even pull away. you refuse to leave your man unsatisfied, but his next words have you pausing, "jayce can do that for you. isn't that right, jayce?" you pause to look over at the door and see a heaving jayce with a hard rock cock stuffed in his pants and a guilty puppy look on his warm face.

[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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[stonedlilac]

TW: Outdoor Abuse, Degradation, BDSM, Humiliation

You've been bratting the worst I've experienced in awhile with you. I'm enraged and feeling extremely sadistic. I order you to undress and you do. You can see just from my look alone that I've absolutely had enough.

I slip a pair of vibrating panties past your ankles, roughly pulling them over your thighs, giving no regard to your comfort as they harshly dig into you. I take no time collaring you, attaching a chain tightly around your wrists, nipple clamps snugly pinching your nipples. I hook all your binds together by your collar, firmly tugging. Your wrists are forced upwards and against you and the clamps pull forcefully on your tits.

You're whining already and I find that beyond amusing. I force an o-ring into your mouth, followed by a ball gag. I don't want to hear your pathetic fucking whines, I want you to take your punishment like the brat you are. The drool immediately collects and drips from your lips, causing me to chuckle.

Move.

I command, stepping behind you and gently pushing you forward. You do, your feet frantically shuffling like a little mouse trying to get away from a cat. I lead you to the door, grinning and peering at you as you try to keep still. I slowly make my way to you and you back against the door. I feel like an animal cornering their prey.

I grab your cuffs, pulling them towards me, causing you to yelp as the clamps pull your tits outwards.

You've really done it this time, pretty girl. I'm going to break that little mind of yours tonight, along with your body, of course.

I spin you around, throwing open the door.

Walk, pet.

You freeze dead in your tracks, a look of disbelief crossing your face almost instantly. You back into me, whining loud against your gag, the cold air immediately hitting your naked body. I admire the way goosebumps form across your skin, the way your nipples harden against the clamps and your hands clench into fists.

I told you I've had enough, you were warned. Now, walk before I make you.

I gently push you forward crossing my arms, my eyes seering into you.

One lap, the faster you go, the faster you can come in.

I lean against the doorframe as you start to make your way across the yard, soft tracks forming behind you in the pale snow. You wince, picking up your pace as the chains rattle and tug at your clamps. I turn my attention to the remote, turning your panties to the max setting. You are not deserving of a warm up, whore.

You squeal and whine, barely halfway through your treck. I cackle, watching as you stumble, careful to not lose your footing and fall into the snow. Your legs and thighs are shaking especially hard and I wonder if that's due to the torturous purr of the vibrations violating your cunt, or the cold. Maybe both. You're almost to me now and the closer you get, the more desperate I can see you become. Your face contorted as a consistent line of drool runs from your mouth, down your tits and belly. You look so pathetic for me and I love it.

I start to gradually turn down the vibrations, completely cutting them off when you reach me.

Good girl, sweet thing.

I purr at you adoringly- your hair has a light coating of snow, your nipples hard, your body tense and frozen. I open my arms, offering you a blanket and scoop you up, your binds making small clinking noises as I do. I pull you close to me, hugging you and planting light kisses on your cold cheeks. You're panting, your big doe eyes looking at me in hesitation. I peer back at you, cupping your face and tracing the line of drool that travels down to your cunt.

I think it's time Mommy made you feel really good, pet. You did such a good job for me, so obedient and quiet. Now I'm going to make you scream, pretty girl.♡

[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-

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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.

[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.

[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"

[daname-mayonaise]

✧⁠*⁠。Lost In The Moment Pt. 2

Love and Deepspace FanFic (Rafayel)

Intro: Rafayel has been missing you for the past few days. He is desperate for your touch, but you teased him too much and now he's fed up.

Word Count: 762

Content: squirting, rafayel switch, teasing, some consent check, grinding, make out, safe-word, and release denial??(Idk what it's called)

NSFW‼️‼️

Pt. 1

“It's not enough…more..please…” Rafayel looks at you with eyes more yearning than he has ever shown before. “Good, I have so much more for you to drink up.” my lips plunge toward his, hungry for more of his taste. Our soft plump pillowy lips dance in a spicy tango. His saliva mixed with mine. My hands travel down his waist, gripping onto his hips. Mine naturally grinds against his, not being able to control how bad I need to release the warm heat arising in me. He lets out soft breathes and groans as I grind against him, he's gotten so heated that I can feel his cock warm and hard against my pubic bone. His black dress pants are getting wetter and sticker from the leaking pre-cum. His hips buck up begging for more of that sweet friction in hopes for some kind of release. But it's met with me pulling away, teasing him, wanting to see that yearning look on his face. Desperate for me to pleasure him. Like a tethered rope Rafayel snaps he pushes me on my back, my legs beside his hips. “Please stop teasing me…” Rafayel's voice is raspy and needy. I giggle at how cute he is right now. “I don't wanna stop~” I whispered in his ear, my seductive voice going straight to his core. “God, you…” He lets out a breathy chuckle and kisses down from my cheek all the way to the center of my chest. “Maybe, I should be the one to lock you in a cage, tie you up, and never let you out.” Rafayel's voice is deep and pent up. Not even giving me a chance to respond he puts his hands in my panties and starts rubbing on that swollen clit. “Rafayel…!~” I gasp my back lifting up off the couch from the sudden pleasure. Rafayel rubs my puffy clit in circles, rough and slow. Over and over again making you squirm and want to beg for more. My stomach feels like it's turning, from being irritated at how much he's teasing my pussy. “Rafayel! Please…!” My voice is needy, ready for him to give me what I want. He moves his hand away for a moment. “Now you know how it feels, huh? To beg and plead for touch. It's so irritating that it makes your stomach turn.” He traces around your labia minora. He hums in satisfaction at seeing me tremble, begging for more of him. Not wanting to make me wait for too long he stuffs two of his digits into my cunt. Roughly pounding against my sweet little g-spot pushing out the sounds of ecstasy. “Fuck!!~” I grip onto the couch cushions feeling my release come near. “Rafayel! I'm gonna..!” He stops and pulls off my pants. “Stop, I want you to come from my mouth…is that…ok?” His voice goes soft again. He's always been the kind to make sure that it's ok before going the extra mile. “Yes…anything..please just make me come.” He smiles and quickly spreads my legs. He kisses and bites up my inner thigh licking at the lips of your pussy. Making a groan come out of my mouth. He looks up at you before licking your pussy, sucking on your clit and labia minora. His tongue comes out as he sucks and sticks it in my wet hole. A moan is dragged out of me like his tongue. My hand goes out and grips his hair pulling more into my pussy. My hips bucking up against him begging for release. “Shit! I'm gonna~” He mumbles something against my pussy. The vibration sends a shiver down my spine and is just enough to bring me over the edge. “!!” I scream as my legs shake and my head goes back in ecstasy. He keeps going wanting me to ride out my orgasm. My grip on his hair loosens, as my body goes weak. He grins slyly and whispers in my ear. “Say the safe word if you need to…” That shocks me back to reality but before I could actually say anything he goes back down on my pussy sucking on my clit like it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. “W..w..what??! AaH!~ Rafayel!” His tongue laps over My clit over and over again. It's so much to the point my sensitive clit twitches and before I knew it I could feel a hot liquid trail down my ass. “R…Rafayel…” I mumble before drifting off to sleep and he kisses my pudgy clit and whispers. “Sleep well…”

[buckgasms]

Ok I did a bit more thinking about this post

Naturally I got very carried away and added some romantic smut towards the end. Sorry not sorry. Enjoy ✨

So let's say your Witcher Bucky is invited to some fancy event at a palace, and you beg him to take you because you've never been anywhere like that before.

And even though he thinks those events are more trouble than they are worth, he can't resist the way your eyes shine and you squeeze at his arms as you playfully pout at him. So he relents.

You venture into town for a dress for the occasion, and whilst nothing really feels right you end up picking a dress that makes you feel good, matches your eyes and when you twirl a little it swishes around with you.

It takes a few days to travel there, but you are happy to spend time together. He tells you stories about places you come across, some are funny, others are a bit like something from a horror story. You definitely snuggle up closer to him each evening, worried about monsters finding you. But he keeps you safe, letting you press your body into his. He doesn't mind that at all.

A problem arises when he sees you in the dress. He is gobsmacked at how beautiful you look, and he has no interest in leaving the room for a stupid party when you look like that. He growls as his hands slide over the soft fabric, squeezing at your waist. You giggle and pull him in for a kiss, promising him that he can do what he likes with it after the party.

Once you get there, you both keep to the sidelines, watching all the fancy people gliding around the room, laughing loudly and making a show of who they know. Some people come up to Bucky with quiet respect, shaking his hand and complimenting your dress. They say things like, "he saved my life" or "I owe him everything for what he did for me..." When you are alone again you link your arm into his and pull him down to kiss his cheek. Pride swells in your chest as a faint pink tinges his skin.

I'm going to say something happens. Like a mini disaster. Maybe an uninvited guest arrives and starts threatening the other partygoers, or makes a threat to the royal family. Chaos descends and you get separated from him. It's just a clash of swords and blood and shouting that sends you fleeing to a dark corner, praying it all ends soon.

Married life is quiet and safe. This is not that.

When the madness ends you are discovered by Bucky, his face pale and full of worry.

"Are you hurt?" You both say breathlessly as he takes you in his arms. You say you're fine and he indicates no damage as he pulls you from your hiding place. But as you look at the carnage your legs stop working and you are frozen in place. You can't walk through that.

Without hesitation he lifts you into his arms and you bury your face into his neck, gripping his hair between your fingers as he paces out of the room. He's muttering how everything is ok and he has you, the sound making his chest vibrate, oddly soothing as you cling tighter.

Finally you are back in the room of the little inn you are staying in. You'd both like to go home but it's a two day ride and that's out of the question with the state you are in.

Moments after he sets you down you notice a cut on his arm and spring into panic/action mode. You fly around the room babbling apologies for making him carry you and hunt for your little pack of bandages and medicine.

It takes him grabbing your face and making you look at him to stop your panicked babbling.

"I'm ok sweetheart, it'll heal itself in no time..."

The softness of his voice immediately sends you into a flood of tears, collapsing into his chest, telling him how much you love him and how you don't know what you would do without him. He chuckles softly, stroking your hair and occasionally wiping away your tears.

When you calm down a little he sets you on the bed and pulls off his filthy clothes, tossing them in a corner before kicking off his boots. You kneel on the mattress and he comes to you, letting you help him remove his shirt, exposing his broad, hairy chest to your soft fingers. His hands reach for your body and he tuts.

"Your pretty dress is ruined"

You look down and see the marks and dirt on it before meeting his eyes.

"Take it off?" You ask and he obliges, pulling at the skirt until it glides over your head, leaving you almost bare in front of him. Having forgone a bra, as none of yours suited the dress, you are immediately exposed to him and his hungry eyes. You were worried about it this morning, but you didn't care now.

He pulls you in, cupping your cheeks and pressing soft but desperate kisses to your lips, travelling over your cheeks and throat. You return what you can, letting your hands explore him, sighing when he kisses those certain magic spots.

More clothes hit the floor before he nudges you backwards, slowing guiding you to lay on the mattress, his huge form towering above you.

He grips your ankle and pulls it up to his lips, before trailing along your shin and placing more kisses to your knees. He alternates before sucking gently at your soft thighs, peppering them with little marks of devotion. Your hands grip his hair, trying to guide him to where you want him most, and he obliges, although painfully slowly.

He pushes your thighs wide, holding them open with ease, still kissing the soft skin there, tantalising close to your folds until you groan his name.

"Please... Please do it..."

He chuckles, always enjoying your shyness at asking and he grins up at you.

"Ask me properly my love. Don't be shy..."

You groan and feel heat burn your body as his smile gets wider. More teasing kisses are given as he waits patiently for you to relent.

"Will you....can you....kiss me....here?"

You spread your legs a little wider as an offering and, taking pity on you, he relents. You tried your best and he's happy to help you work on that later. For now he dives in, kissing and sucking at your folds, his tongue expertly torturing you in the most perfect way. You cry out in relief as the pressure starts building, writhing under him as he spoils you.

He slips a finger in as he sucks hard on your clit, groaning at the way your body reacts to his actions. You whimper at the sensation, digging your fingers into the mattress. The coil in your belly tightens to breaking point as his fingers curl and his tongue flicks enough to send you over the edge.

As you catch your breath he continues his path, more kisses to your hips and stomach, making you giggle as it tickles. He lavishes attention on your breasts, sucking and nipping at your impossibly soft skin.

When he finally reaches your face you are a wreck. Eyes glassy with emotion, lips swollen from biting them and your hands gripping his face so tight he wonders if you are scared to let him go.

"I'm here darling. I'm here and I'll never let you go..."

You emit a little sob as you pull him to you, kissing him like you might die if you don't. You wriggle a little until you can feel his hard cock line up with your heat, still kissing him and holding him tight to keep you grounded.

He groans as you make contact, jolting a little as feels your wetness drag across his cock.

"Bucky please..."

He pulls away the slightest amount to allow him to sink into you before he's back, pressing the full weight of his body into yours. He's barely moving within you but you both pant and moan as he stretches you, the sensation enough to make you see stars.

"I love you"

Both of you whisper it, between kisses and bites and groans. His pace increases and your legs shake, tears slipping down your cheeks as he reminds you of who you belong to, and what he would do for you.

"I've got you baby, just let go..."

"No one's ever gonna hurt my girl, my wife...mine"

"Fuck...you feel what you do to me? You see how you make me crazy sweetheart...."

It all adds to the heady atmosphere and as he fucks you harder and deeper you feel the coil snap again, harder and longer than before.

He curses as your climax sets of his own, holding you still as he fills you up, kissing and praising you for taking him so well.

You curl up into his body after he collapses next to you, his arms scooping you in closer still and you swap lazy kisses and gentle strokes to his cheeks and chin.

You start to drift off, exhaustion finally settling over you but you whisper one more 'i love you' which he easily returns, and he starts counting down the seconds before he can take you back home...