#loves to tease you about the wet spots you leave on his robes

[suguwu]

getou suguru king of staying fully dressed while you're completely naked

[queen-haq]

Fic: New Beginnings (Kaya/Suna - Yali Capkini)

Fic: New Beginnings

Pairing: Kaya/Suna

Rating: R

A/N: These two got me into the show, and I was so disappointed to see their scenes were cut in the new episode. Grrr.... so I decided to write their wedding night scene for myself and fill in some of the gaps.

Summary: As Suna struggles with her past on their wedding night, Kaya is there to offer her comfort.

Suna's stomach quivered with anxiety even as she marched forward. As much as the thought of sex terrified her, the thought of Kaya walking out unnerved her more. She placed her hand on the door, blocking him from leaving. He turned around, watching her like he always did. His dark eyes brimmed with surprise, like he hadn't expected her to be so bold.

"My husband won't be spending tonight anywhere else."

Her firm voice surprised even her. She didn't sound nervous or afraid, even though that's how she felt.

"Alright," Kaya murmured, his face drifting closer.

She looked him in the eyes, and, for a moment, she was a woman with no baggage or burdens. Simply a woman, attracted to her husband, wanting him.

His mouth closed over hers, gentle, sweet, simply kissing her. As kind as his tenderness was right now, she ached to feel the hunger he showed her the day they first kissed. The way his hand squeezed her face, the desperation in his touch as he bracketed his own face with her hand. The yearning in his kiss, it had matched her own. She wanted that from him, because he made her feel like a woman burning with passion.

She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close, hoping he would make her feel like that again.

But he pulled away instead. Panting for air, he reached for her face. His thumb stroked over her wet cheek.

Confused, Suna stepped towards him with one hand still on his collar, the other curved around the back of his neck. "Why did you stop?"

"Are you sure?"

Her heart squeezed in her chest, a slow warmth spread through her. She wasn't used to men being so considerate of her needs. Her father never cared, he was a man prone to violence and aggression. And the man she loved, although not violent, didn't feel strongly enough to stick by her. Yet here was Kaya, practically a stranger, worried about her.

She wanted to share so many things with him. Like how grateful she was when he hugged her a few minutes ago. How much she appreciated his patience with her. How much she wanted him. But she couldn't bring herself to say any of those words. Instead, she chose to show him.

Eyes fixed on him, she untied her robe.

Her heart pounded in her chest as his intense gaze lingered down her body. Oh god. He didn't just look, he seemed to inhale her in. Even though she was still dressed in a white slip, she felt absolutely naked in front of him. And yes, there was fear but there was also something else budding inside her heart. Desire. "Do I need to undress myself, Kaya?"

One second he was studying her with reverence, next his hands were threading through her hair, bringing her close, his mouth devouring hers.

Oh god.

Everything spun into chaos, she couldn't think, couldn't breathe, not when he was intoxicating her with his kiss, his hands all over her body. And it wasn't just him doing things to her, no, she was fully pursuing him, her hands pulling at his shirt, keen to touch his skin.

She didn't know when she ended up on the bed, or how he managed to throw all the pillows onto the floor. All she could feel was his body perched above hers, his skin burning hot. He was naked from the waist up, his bare chest sliding down her body, his arms flexing under her touch. How could he feel so good?

Then his tongue slowly teased the spot just below her ear, licking her, making her shudder. Instinctively her hands dug into his back, aching for more but not sure of what. A sudden, loud moan escaped her mouth as he kissed her neck, her throat. Immediately he froze, watching her with a keen gaze again. Just for a moment she wondered if she'd embarrassed herself - but she didn't' have to wonder for long. The slow, seductive smile on his face matched the desire in his eyes were loud and clear.

He was enthralled by her response to him.

Kaya's sultry voice seemed to echo through the room. "You want me."

Suna swallowed an audible breath. Reaching up, she trailed her hand down his muscular chest, tracking the tattoos on his skin. "More than I've ever wanted anybody."

The smile he gifted her with sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this good, this cherished. Was this just a dream? Because she didn't think this could be real.

"I'm gonna take this off, okay?" He grazed her right shoulder, pressing soft kisses onto her skin, before hooking his fingers around the slip strap. "But don't be scared. I need to see how beautiful you are, I'm dying to touch you."

Slowly he undressed her, rolling the fabric down her body little by little, lavishing her body with kisses. With every passing second, a fire grew deep in her core. Never did she think she would be laying under someone completely naked and enjoying it.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he whispered, throwing her slip aside. His voice ached with so much emotion, like he was mesmerized by her.

Seeing his reaction to her, she felt brave and emboldened. "Show me, Kaya."

And he did. With his hands, his mouth. Worshipped her like she was his god. She never knew someone touching her breasts could bring her so much pleasure, lapping at her nipples with his tongue. Or how amazing it would feel to have his naked body grinding down on hers. Men's erection used to disturb her before but not Kaya's, no. He was hard, and she wanted to see him, all of him, naked and hard for her.

She arched up when his tongue delved into her belly button, a sensation she'd never felt before. A soft giggle escaped her, and he laughed too, pressing soft, wanton kisses into her stomach.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He growled, looking up at her from where his head lay on her stomach. "How you drive me crazy?" A wicked glint burned in his eyes. "You're always on my mind. I can't stop thinking about you, Suna."

"Then don't stop," she confessed. Fear and shame may have been etched into every inch of her soul but somehow he always managed to make her feel safe. She didn't understand how, or why, but with him she felt like she could do anything. Even burn the world down, like he'd promised.

He crawled up her body until he was directly above her. Wearing a mischievous smile, he pressed his temple onto hers. The weight of his body didn't feel heavy or suffocating. Instead, it felt like a home she never experienced before.

"I can't stop. Even if I want to."

And he kissed her again.

She didn't know how he could be aggressive yet so loving at the same time. It wasn't possible, but Kaya managed to be both. He was unlike any other man she'd ever known. A complete anomaly. And someone she trusted far more than she'd ever trusted anyone else.

Which was why when his hand trailed between her legs, slowly moving up, sneaking past her underwear to stroke her, she didn't feel afraid. Why pleasure coursed through her blood when he murmured dirty things in her ears as he slowly caressed her.

"You're so wet for me, sugar."

His words made her blush from head to toe as she lay under him, slowly falling apart under his touch.

"So sweet, so tight."

She couldn't take what he was doing to her, her body pulsing under him. Eyes closed, she covered her mouth with her hand, worried she'd scream once again.

"I knew you'd feel good, but this... Suna... you don't understand. You have no idea how amazing you feel."

Oh... there was something ready to explode in her, growing and growing, reaching for something she didn't understand.

His fingers were inside her, thrusting, making her feel so, so good – was it always like this? Was this what everyone felt with their husbands?

"Beautiful Suna..."

"Please Kaya." She didn't know what she was begging for, all she knew was there was something her body was rushing towards, desperate for it, and only Kaya could bring to her.

"Do I make you feel good, love? Do you want more?"

"Yes," she begged. "Please..."

"Open your eyes, love. Look at me."

She did as he asked, and the expression on his face made her catch her breath. He was a man drowning. No, a man ready to conquer the world with her.

Then he twisted his fingers inside her in the most incredible of ways, carrying her over the edge, and her world exploded.

Beautiful fireworks, colours of every kind, crackled in the air. She was freefalling, uninhibited, unleashed, a woman completely out of control.

She'd never felt this free before, this good. So wild and reckless and ready for anything. Slowly she came back to reality, cradled in comfort and warmth, grounded by the kisses her husband trailed on her face. And his hand – oh yes, those amazing long, lithe fingers inside of his – still pulsated inside her.

"Are you okay, Suna? Still with me?" He kissed her eyelids, first left, then the right, his other hand cradling her face. He dropped a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. "Did I lose you already?"

Eyes still closed, you gave him a slow, tender smile. "No. Never."

"There she is." Pride beamed in his voice. "My wife. My queen."

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. "Your partner. In everything."

He grinned. "Forever."

Part 2

[adenei]

Maroon

Second and Final Submission for the Debut/Midnights Era of @cruelsummer-ficfest !!

Song: Maroon

Album: Midnights

Ship: Romione

Summary: DH Missing Moment/Slight Canon Divergence. In the darkest days of the mission, Hermione must find a way to move forward, to keep fighting. Ron is gone, but she finds solace in his memories and the smell of his sweater to help her get through the sleepless nights.

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy to leave

—-

Of all the colors Ron Weasley brought to her life, it’s the reds that stand out the most.

His hair, of course, and the Gryffindor scarlet that dominated so much of their wardrobes over the past six years. The dark pink that starts at his ears and spreads from there when he’s even the least bit embarrassed. The awful burgundy dress robes he wore to the Yule Ball. 

Then there’s the metaphorical reds of anger and affection that she feels for him, sometimes simultaneously. Pretty much always simultaneously since the night he left.

But it’s one particularly technicolor night that haunts her now that he’s gone, leaving nothing behind but a warm woolen jumper and a hole in her heart.

Harry had already gone to bed, so it was just the two of them, alone in the drawing room of Grimmauld Place playing an ill-advised drinking game with a cheap bottle of Muggle wine that Seamus had gotten from Merlin-knew-where, that had somehow made it home in Ron’s trunk and then somehow into the beaded bag Hermione had packed for the mission. 

There were any number of more productive things they could have been doing instead, but planning for the Ministry break-in had stalled, and Hermione wanted to think about something else for a night. Anything else. And Ron had suggested a game.

They were sitting on the floor—neither of them could quite articulate how that had happened either, though Hermione suspected the rosé—and she had plopped her feet into his lap about three drinks ago, when she was already about three drinks beyond caring how the gesture would be perceived.

Ron’s thumb had managed to find the one sliver of skin that was exposed on Hermione’s ankle between the top of her socks and the bottom of her leggings, and the rhythmic caress as he pondered his next challenge had lit every nerve ending in her body on fire.

“Okay, would you rather…have detention with Snape every day for a month, or spend every Christmas with Filch for the next five years?” Hermione shook her head and emptied her glass, an obnoxious crystal goblet with the Black family crest that they’d pulled out of a cupboard for the occasion, and Ron laughed at her response. “You can’t just drink on every question.”

“Sure I can,” Hermione argued. “It’s right there in the rules.”

“You and your damn rules.”

Ron took a swig straight from the bottle before reaching over to give Hermione a refill. He poured until the frosty pink liquid sloshed over the rim of Hermione’s cup and splashed onto her t-shirt. “Shit, I’m sorry.” Ron made a quick grab for his wand and aimed it at the wet spot, but paused as he took her in. “Is that my shirt?”

Hermione smirked. “I stole it from you in fifth year, and you’ve just now noticed?” The golden yellow Gryffindor Quidditch shirt couldn’t have fit him for more than a week after he got it, as fast as he was growing that year, and she’d had no qualms about taking it from his trunk.

“Is this a habit you have, then?” Ron asked with a laugh as he siphoned up the wine with his wand. “Stealing my clothes?”

“Maybe. Is that a problem?”

Their eyes locked and the teasing mood faded as Hermione realized just how close they were. She caught the flicker of Ron’s gaze to her lips just an instant before he leaned in and kissed her.

There had been no extravagant declarations of love, no other outward displays of affection before or since. Only an understanding that had developed over the months since Ron’s poisoning that their feelings were reciprocated, and that said feelings would have to wait until after the mission. But what good was constant mortal peril if it didn’t challenge them to be young and dumb and reckless just once?

Their lips met in a frenzy and their hands roamed as if they wanted to devour each other while they had the chance. Instinct told her this would be their only opportunity to be like this, at least for a while.

If only she had known how true that would turn out to be.

Hermione tosses over in her bunk, unable to sleep despite her constant state of exhaustion. She lights her wand and looks down at the burgundy splotch on her shirt, the only physical reminder she has of that night. She would almost think she had dreamed it, if not for a stubborn wine stain that they had been too preoccupied to treat in the moment.

There are spells she could use to get rid of it, even now, but at this point, she cherishes the color, and what it reminds her of. A shiver travels down her spine, and she plucks Ron’s jumper from the end of the bed where she tossed it earlier, pulling it on for the meager comfort it provides in his absence. The whole world’s been black and white without him.

Well, black and white and maroon.

[igobyish]

Addiction

I can’t get enough. It’s almost like an obsession. It’s the way you hold me, caress me, speak to me, look at me, smirk when I’m in a mood or the way you place your arms around my waist. But there is something missing. I yearn to feel your lips on mine again. I crave the taste of your lips softly in twined with mine. To wrap my lips around your bottom lips and suck softly pulling away as you hold me closer to your warm body and kiss me so roughly. Our tongues dancing with each other as you softly message the wetness between my thighs. Opening my legs to give you more access as you slide your middle finger inside to discover I am already wet and ready for you to enter me. I untangle my hand and message my way down from your neck to your chest to your stomach down to your already hard dick. He jumps as soon as I run my hand up and down his shaft. I start sucking on your lips. And grinding my hips into your hand wanting to feel you deep. You move your hand and stop kissing me and leave me breathless. You grab me by my waist and pull me on top of you. You stare into my eyes giving me the okay. As I’m grinding on you I feel your dick get harder as I’m teasing you. Both hands are on my waist and slide down to my ass lifting me up and separating my wet spot. You pull my panties to the side and pull down your boxers. I feel your head at my entrance and as I position my self I slowly go down on your thick wood. Making my eyes roll back I love this feeling and will never get enough of you. I start to slowly grind on you feeling you deep inside me as I’m also messaging your balls. You close your eyes and I know you love the feeling. You put your hands on my ass and guide me as I start to pick up the rhythm. Soft moans escape as I’m bouncing up and down and riding you back and forth. You close your eyes and tell me your about to come and you start applying pressure fucking me back as I’m fucking you. I lean over grabbing your big strong shoulders and you squeeze me as your coming and I slow down while your still inside me. I lean in for a kiss and gently climb down but you keep me positioned still kissing me with one hand on my cheek the other around my waist. I feel you still inside me still hard. I slowly grind on you teasing you as we get ready for round 2. Feeling you hold me, caressing me, kissing me, and sweet moans escape that only we can hear makes me melt in your arms. I grab my robe after we cuddle in silence for a few minutes. Make us breakfast and get ready to enjoy our day together. After we finished eating I go in the kitchen start washing our plates. You sneak up behind me. Put your hands around me and start kissing me the back of my neck to each side to my ear I feel your hard already and do a little dance to tease you. You undo my robe to reveal my naked body. You begin to play with my nipples and I’m dripping with excitement. I lean into you as you support the both of us. You spin me around and push my head against the counter and pull up my robe exposing my fat ass. You smack me hard biting your bottom lip. You position your self behind me and with full force push yourself deep inside me holding yourself there for a few seconds. I let out a loud moan cursing grabbing your arms telling you not so rough and you fuck me slamming your hips into me knowing I’m loving every second. You moan in my ear. Telling me you love how I feel. Tighter and wetter with every thrust. I curse out again and tell you Im cumming, you speed up and I release on you shortly after I feel you get stiff, through gridded teeth you tell me your cumming and on the last thrust you hold me as your deep inside me. I go to the bathroom run the shower and prep myself. You stand in the doorway watching my every move. As I slip into our glass shower I stand under the water letting it fall wherever it desires. Before I can find the soap you slip in behind me naked still erect and washing and kissing my back. Letting your dick be gentle not to intrude. I turn around and kiss you softly, deeply. My soft moans escape as I’m still kissing you moving my hands

[sparklingchim]

Maybe a smutty Drabble of jk having a dream about him and oc fucking then waking up and wishing that it was real 🤭😉

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, mr jaykay is a bewbie enthusiast, nipple play, kinda spit kink, oc is his pretty baby <3, he's simping for oc in her cute sundress, missionary cos guk's a softie sometimes <3, cowgirl position, ass n boobie slapping, he leaves sum love bites cos oc's jungkook's & jungkook's only, breeding kink, size kink, hair pulling

word count: 2.2k

a/n: here's a lil bit of smut for all the horknee ppl on this blog 🫂

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Jungkook is a little confused.

He doesn't know how he got into this situation, but you're lying beneath him on his bed, his hands holding him up.

He's not complaining per se - he would never lament about this - but just ... how ?

You're wearing the most beautiful sundress, boobs lying prettily on your chest, nearly spilling out from the deep cleavage. Just one brisk tug and he could have a look, but he doesn't. Because your innocent eyes looking up at him trough your lashes steal his attention.

So so pretty.

But what are you pretty thing doing on his bed?

"Jungkook," you say to draw his attention from the depths of his confused thoughts to you - impatience making itself felt as your soft voice drags out his name.

"Hmm?" He skims his knuckle over your jawline. "What do you want me to do?"

"Anything." Your hand closes around his wrist, moving his hand further down. "Do anything you want." He feels his breath catch when you bat your eyelashes and add, "I'm yours, Jungkook." Like a melody in his ears.

Anything he wants? Just taking a fleeting look at you lying underneath him makes Jungkook swallow a lump in his throat.

Momentarily, his mind is inundated with the range of possible choices. It's as if every single second of his life spent doubting whether you love him too has been worth it, because now he has you all to himself - without doing anything at all.

Jungkook bends down, capturing your lips in a languid kiss. His body emits a thousand sparks of delight that crawl up his spine and leave a sizzling trail of buzz behind when he feels your soft mouth on his. He loses himself in the kiss as you eagerly move your lips against his, tongue dipping in to tease Jungkook.

He could kiss you for hours. But as soon as Jungkook hears the tiniest hint of a moan in between a kiss he has to lean back. You sound so pretty and he wants - needs -  to hear more of it.

"Wanna make you feel good." Jungkook traces the outline of the little bow placed in the middle of the neckline of the dress. Cute.

You draw him closer with your hand on the nape of his neck. "Want you here." Dragging his hand between your legs you let it rest on your clothed pussy.

When you shift to wrap your legs around his waist, Jungkook has a direct view between your legs. His eyes are glued to the place where he's touching you. You're wearing cute lace panties, just as adorable as the dress.

"Oh, God." It's barely a whisper, but Jungkook's pure admiration elicits a sinful smile on your lips.

The tip of his finger circles over your panties. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as Jungkook feels how damp you've made the fabric. A shaky breath escapes your mouth.

"So wet already?" A tiny nod follows his question. "Just for me?" You nod again and Jungkook stops his movements. "Use your words, baby," he urges you.

"You make me so wet, Jungkook. Only you."

Jungkook flashes you a smile. "Good girl." He presses the pad of his middle finger right on your clit as a reward.

You squeal surprised. Nails digging into Jungkook’s biceps. By now there's a distinct dark spot on your panties. You start moving your hips along Jungkook's motions. He sees the same lust and greed sparkling in your eyes - he needs you naked, right now.

In the blink of an eye, you're figure, robed in the sweet sundress just a second ago, was  entirely naked.

Jungkook has no clue how that happened. But tonight might be his luckiest day.

His eyes drop to your perky tits - who can blame him, he's been having the hots for your boobs since fucking forever - and Jungkook doesn't even hesitate before he sucks on your left nub, right hand kneading your soft flesh and flicking his thumb over your nipple.

Your soft moans from above go straight into his cock. Jungkook can't wait till he's deep inside you.

Jungkook aims a trickle of spit at your tit. Watching with big eyes as the driblet lands perfectly on your pebbled nipple. Slowly he rubs over it and Jungkook's gaze keeps switching from the reaction of your pretty face to his fingers playing with you and fondling your beautiful body.

Just at the top of your breast, Jungkook leans in to suck your skin between his teeth. He nibbles and bites and when he's done, he draws back to see your skin painted in a darker shade. "Mine," he mumbles, planting kisses along his mark. His lips trail up to your neck and he settles for another little love bite. "All mine." Jungkook drags his thumb over your bruised skin.

"Jungkook," you say in a hushed tone. Your fingers glide down Jungkook's chest and it's then he realises he's naked too. "I want you." It's just the hint of a touch, but when you wrap your fingers around Jungkook's cock he hisses. He looks down, staring at your small hand rubbing the precum over his tip.

"You'll be the death of me." Jungkook's head drops into the crook of your neck, his hips moving without his control.

You giggle. "Not until you fuck me once."

"You want that?" Sitting back on his heels Jungkook has a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes are on your dripping pussy. "Want me to fuck you?"

"Please," you beg, letting go of Jungkook's cock and spreading your legs a little more.

A drop of spit lands on Jungkook's cock and he rubs it impatiently all over his length. He brushes his tip along your wet folds, mouth falling open at the feeling of your soaked pussy. You shudder, both your eyes glued to your bodies merely touching.

But Jungkook's impatient, and so are you, so he aligns his tip with your entrance and slides his cock in.

You're so warm and tight and Jungkook fears that me might become addicted to the way your pussy is obscuring is every logical thought in his brain, rotting every functioning cell and exchanging it for flickers of you, his mind is full with you and how badly he wants you. Not a big contrast to before, but now he knows how it feels to have you.

Your moans fill the room as Jungkook finds his rhythm. He stares at you, paying attention to what you enjoy and don't like, what makes you roll your eyes and what gets you to bite your lip to stifle your moans.

Jungkook pushes your legs up, holding them in place by resting his hands at the back of your thighs.

"Jungkook," you whine, clawing your hands into the sheets.

"Feels good, baby?" Jungkook bends forward, giving you a kiss while thrusting deeper into you.

"Fuck," you moan into the kiss, hands travelling up his neck and vanishing between his soft dark hair, tugging a little when Jungkook bites down on your lower lip.

He pulls back. "Mhm?"

"Feels- feels so good."

Jungkook smirks. You're a moaning mess beneath him. "That's my pretty baby."

His thumb is circling over your clit. Jungkook wants to see you come undone, wants to make you feel as good as you deserve.

He feels you clenching and writhing, eyes desperately trying to stay open but the pleasure envelops you like a thick duvet you can't escape.

"Oh!" you squeal, Jungkook's thrusts hitting just the right spot.

"Look at me," Jungkook demands. "Look at me when you cum."

" 'm so close." You brows are tightly furrowed and your thighs start shaking. And then your back arches off the bed, Jungkook's name spilling from your mouth in a soft breath.

He rides you through your high. And rewards you with kisses along your collar bone. "What a good girl you are." Jungkook releases your legs. "Baby." You look at him through your long lashes, eyes slightly watery. "Want you on top."

Jungkook and you change positions. He leans against the headboard and you swing your leg over his lap, gradually sitting down on his cock. He throws his head back, your warm walls make him want to have you for the rest of his life.

"You're so big," you say, hands on Jungkook's shoulders for support.

Jungkook rubs his palms over your back, stopping at your ass. "You can take it." He lands a playful spank on your butt. "Right?"

"Uh-huh." You nod, hips moving up and down.

"That's right," he encourages you. "Move those hips for me, baby."

Jungkook can't help it but be completely enthralled by your tits bouncing so alluringly right in front of his eyes. He pushes you closer to him,  mouth closing around your sensitive nub.

"So fucking gorgeous," he whispers, squeezing and rolling your tits in his hands. He delivers a spank at one, eyes drifting upwards when he hears your startled moan. Your walls hug his cock tighter. Jungkook gently smoothes his palm over your wounded skin. "My pretty baby likes getting slapped, huh?"

"Oh, fuck." You move faster and plant your hands on Jungkook's chest.

Just seeing you getting turned on and losing yourself in the pleasure makes Jungkook's cock twitch inside you but after seeing how pretty you look after you cum he wants to see it again before he allows himself to tip over the edge too.

"Want you to cum for me again." His big hands are on your waist to help you. "You can do that, right? You're a good girl."

"Don't say that." You say between long breaths, nails digging into Jungkook’s skin.

A dark chuckle comes from his throat. "But you are my good girl. Isn't that so?"

"I- I am." You movements turn more eager. Just like your sweet sounds getting whinier. "God, Jungkook - you're gonna make me-" you trail off, mouth hanging open as your thighs start to tremble uncontrollably. You move back and forth, slowly, eyes barely open.

"That's it," Jungkook praises, stretching out the words. "You're so good to me."

"Jungkook." You're out of breath, but still continue to ride him. "Please cum inside me."

"Oh, baby." His eyes flutter closed. It should be a sin for you to say that that.  "I fucking love you."

You smile, a little giggle accompanies it.

He sees the white sheen on his cock every time you lift your hips and all he can think of is burying his cock deep inside you and fill you up. Pushing his cum so deep inside. He starts thrusting into you from below, hard pushes that drive him closer to cumming.

Having you on top of him is a sight that will be burned into Jungkook’s mind forever. They way you're moving your hips, your pretty tits bouncing along and the marks he has left on your skin fuck, he wants everyone to know that you belong to him. That he belongs to you. That you two were made for each other.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum." Jungkook groans, his eyes shift from your face to your sinful body and when you start riding him faster he throws his head back, hips forcefully jerking into you as he reaches his high. He squeezes your ass, pumping you full of his cum.

Jungkook holds you close to his chest when he changes positions, gently forcing you onto your back. A few more sloppy thrusts until he's sure he has filled you all the way, then Jungkook stops. His head hangs in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily.

Your hands are sliding up and down his back. You turn your head to the side to give him a few little kisses on the neck.

"I love you," you whisper.

Jungkook leans back. Your eyes shine, the corner of your lips point upwards and suggest a tiny smile. Just looking at your face fills Jungkook's heart with an immense amount of happiness. He doesn't need more.

"I love you."

Jungkook softly pecks your lips. Right now, he just wants to be gentle with you. Cuddle up under the blankets and pamper you with sweet kisses.

When he opens his eyes again your cute face is no longer in sight. He wanted to give you one last kiss on your forehead but ... where are you? All he sees is a white ceiling.

He blinks perplexed, eyes hastily moving around but Jungkook is alone in his bedroom.

And then it dawns on him.

"Fuck." Jungkook groans and pushes the duvet from his body.

A fucking dream.

Then why did it feel so real? It has no right to feel this real.

Jungkook throws a quick glance at the clock. 7:23 am. His baby should wake up soon. He should start preparing food for Nabi instead of sulking over an absurd and ridiculous dream. A dream so unobtainable he hates his brain for planting seeds of hope in his mind.

It's just a dream Jungkook tells himself as he gets up. Just get over it.

If only it were that easy.

[writersblog20]

Good girl

Chris Evans x reader

Not my gif! Creds to the maker!

Summary: Being a costar of Chris Evans and being on the road all the time with him had you all worked up so you want to have a nice night with your vibrator and your imagination until your vibrator stops working. Luckily Chris had heard you and comes to the rescue.

Warnings: SMUT, VIBRATOR, PURE FILTH, A LOT OF DIRTY TALK AND PET NAMES LIKE PRINCESS AND BABY GIRL, DADDY KINK AND TALK. DOM AND SUB DYNAMIC. CHRIS’S NECKLACE DANGLING ABOVE YOU, CREAMPIE, NO CONDOM, DEEPTHROAT, CHRIS EATING YOU OUT, OVERSTIMULATION,  SQUIRTING, CONTROLLED ORGASMS, SLIGHT CHOCKING AND SLIGHT DEGRADING,

Minors DNI! Please if you like the story, reblog. It really does help your homegirl out! I love the likes but unfortanetly they don't do much so pretty please REBLOG 💞

Words: 3K

A/N: This is obviously a work of fiction and i mean no disrespect!

Good girl

You were on the road for a while now with your costar Chris Evans, giving one interview after the other and it was fun but exhausting. Luckily you and Chris had a great connection so that definitely made it a bit easier but unfortunately your little crush on Chris didn’t go unnoticed by the fans. Everything you did needed to be calculated because everything would be noticed with ease.

This was your first big movie so this was all sort of new to you. You had been in other movies but not as big as this one and you definitely didn’t flew around the world for interviews with the other projects. But Chris always calmed you down and eased your anxiety but your crush grew more and more with each passing minute and you were almost sure he knew about your crush but you tried your best to hide it.

Chris loved to tease and flirt with you and it made you nuts and today was one of those days that he did that which had you railed up but you tried to hide it but you certainly needed some release so when you came back into your hotel room the first thing you did was putting your vibrator in the charger and taking a nice warm bath to tap into your femininity more. You put some lotion over your entire body and put on your silken robe and made the bed.

Once the vibrator was charged you got it out of the charger, cleaned it and put some slow music on laid down on the bed. You were already dripping wet because of Chris’s antics so you let your mind wonder and let the vibrator do it’s thing. You started to moan, imagining it was Chris going down on you and eating you out. You moaned out his name and you felt the excitement bubbling up in your stomach.

You were almost on the edge when the stupid thing stopped. You frowned and tried putting it on again but it wasn’t working. Now you were extremely sexual frustrated and cursed out loud. You tried to put it in the charger again but it was pretty clear that it was broken now so you cursed some more until you heard a couple of knocks on the door.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest until there was another knock. “Ah give me a minute!” you yelled and looked frantically around to hide your vibrator. You tossed it to the side of the bed, expecting it was the staff from the hotel or something, so they wouldn’t come into your room.

You put on your silken robe and tucked it tighter and opened the door slightly.  You saw Chris there with lust in his eyes and a smug smile on his face. You frowned a little not quite comprehending what was going on. You opened the door for him to come in automatically, as if you were in a trance and forgetting your vibrator besides the bed on the ground.

His eyes fell on your purple vibrator and you looked at the spot where Chris was looking at and you felt the blood leaving your face. Chris still looked at you dangerously. “You know, these walls are very thin. I could hear everything… I want to say I’m surprised that you called out my name but I’m not…. I know about your little crush on me.” he told you with a low deep voice as he walked closer to you. you backed off a little, surprised by what was happening.

“You have no idea how much I have been touching myself, just by thinking of you and how you would moan out my name in pleasure so when I actually heard you, it was a dream come true. You rail me up so much, you have no idea. And that vibrator, isn’t as silent as you think it was. Too bad it’s broken right?”

You were completely backed up on the bed. Chris had never felt so dangerous and it made you extremely wet. “Maybe I can help. I bet I can do a better job that that vibrator.” He told you, coming closer to your face. Your eyes were big in surprise. You’ve been expecting a lot but this was definitely not one of it but you weren’t complaining. God this was hot, Chris is so hot.

His face almost touching yours as you fell into a submissive state by the way he looked at you, you were his prey. When his nose touched yours, your breath hitched. “It’s frustrating isn’t it? you were so close…. But I can help with that. Let me help you baby girl. Let daddy take care of you” you couldn’t suppress the moan escaping your throat as his voice became deeper and darker.

He smirked and softly placed his lips on yours teasingly. You were whimpering and Chris took that opportunity to deepen the kiss, his hand on the back of your head as the kiss became heated. Your brain was all mushy and you felt yourself almost grow dumb just by the kiss alone and the way he talked to you.

His fingers grabbed your chin, controlling the kiss as he slowly took off your silken robe. He got out of the kiss and looked at you with hungry eyes. “Touch yourself for me.” he directed you. You were so under his spell that you laid down on the bed. Chris sat down on the chair and slowly started to palm himself through his jeans as he looked hungrily at you. “You’re so gorgeous princess.” He told you as you hand slipped down to your slit and circled your clit.

Your head fell back on the pillow, this was so hot and Chris’s dominant side made you even more excited than you’ve ever could’ve imagined. “I want you to look at me when you touch yourself” he ordered and you looked at him, meeting his dark eyes.

You started to whimper and moan feeling closer to an orgasm “Make yourself cum for me princess.” His hand still palming his cock that was now very visible through his jeans and the sight alone drove you over the edge. “Look me in the eye when you cum.” His eyes still dark as you came. You panted and he slowly stood up and walked towards you. He took his jacket off, leaving him in his grey shirt that seemed way too small for him.

Chris hang above you, kissing you hungrily. He took your fingers and sucked them off, making your breath hitch again. “You’re delicious.” He told you with a smirk when he saw your surprised face. His lips started to attack your neck, his beard tickling along. You started to moan and whine when his lips trailed down to your nipples, sucking one of them while looking at you. His fingers trailing down towards your slit. “You’re dripping. You’re that needy for me baby girl? Mhm?” you nodded as your brain turned even more mushy.

His fingers found your clit while his lips trailed down your stomach towards your pussy. He once again licked his fingers off, still making intense eye contact with you before his tongue licked your slit. He hummed in approval. His arms spreading your legs wide open and held you tightly. Chris started to eat you like he was starving.

You immediately moaned and tucked your fingers into his soft hair, your hips trying to meet his tongue but his arms forced you down on the mattress. “Chris, I’m close.” You whined but he stopped and looked at you dangerously. “You better call me daddy, otherwise you’re not cumming at all.”

Your head fall back into the mattress from pleasure “Please daddy. Please, I’m so close, please make me cum.” You begged him, needing the release so bad. “Good girl” he told you deeply and started to eat you out again. “daddy, can I cum please?” you begged more. “Yes, cum for me, be a good girl and cum for daddy.” That was all you needed to get you over the edge, your juices covering his beard.

You were out of breath, panting as Chris wiped his beard off. You sat up and took his shirt off, your lips connecting back to his. This time you let your lips trail down to his neck and torso. You licked his abs and you could hear Chris groan. His hands undid his belt. The sound of him taking of his belt was enough to get you wet again.

You opened his jeans and pulled it down with his boxers, freeing his cock. His cock was huge and you needed a moment to process the size he was. You heard him chuckle deeply and pulled you up by your neck to kiss you again. His cock was rock hard against your stomach. Your soft hands wrapped around his shaft, slowly pumping it. Chris groaned in the kiss and you got down again, licking the tip of his cock that was dripping pre-cum.

You let your tongue lick his entire shaft when your hands found his balls before taking him in. He was so big and  you knew that you were almost unable to take all of him in but you still tried. His hand found your head, getting your hair out of the way before supporting you. You gagged around his cock but didn’t let that stop you. “ Look at you, you’re so gorgeous and beautiful taking in my cock. You’re doing so good princess, taking me all in.” You hummed around his cock as Chris groaned louder.

He got you off of his dick and laid you back down on the mattress. He looked at you and kissed you deeply and wiped away the saliva that was on your chin. “such a good girl for daddy.” He whispered, looking at you before his teeth softly bit into your earlobe and sucked on your neck. You moaned and whined, needing him inside of you as your pussy was throbbing. You bucked your hips a little “Please fuck me daddy. I need you inside of me, please.” He kissed your lips again “Then put it in princess.” He told you, almost mockingly. You whined and grabbed his cock. He looked at you with a smug smile, while his famous necklace dangled above you.

You rubbed his cock against your slit before slowly putting it in you. You both moaned at the feeling of each other. You buckled your hips up more so he could go deeper in you. His lips found your neck and collarbone while you pushed him in deeper.

You whimpered at his size and the intense feeling that was taking over your entire body and being. Chris let you get used to his size for a minute before moving since he wasn’t even fully in you yet. “You okay baby girl?” he asked you softly and caring right now, releasing the butterflies in your stomach. “Yes.” You whimpered out. He growled “Good job princess, taking me all in.”

He slowly started moving making you both moan in unison. “You feel so good around me princess.” He moaned in your ear. “Please go faster daddy.” You whined in neediness. Chris picked up his pace, pounding into you as you already came close to your second orgasm. “You’re clenching so well around me, gripping my cock and taking me all in. Such a good girl.”

“Please don’t stop, I’m so close.” you begged. He grunted in your ear “I’m not stopping, I won’t stop, cum on my cock for me baby girl. Let go for me, let go for daddy.” You did as he ordered and let that euphoric feeling taking over. He was pounding you so hard that you started to squirt, making you both wet from your juices.

Chris never stopped pounding into you and giving you a second to recover. Your whole body was shaking underneath him. You hadn’t even recovered from your second orgasm as your third was already around the corner.

His necklace dangling above you, your lips finding his neck again before you sat your teeth into his necklace. He looked at you and growled deeply as he buried his cock deep inside of you while he held your legs up. Your nails digging into his back. Chris had found your g-spot and kept hitting it. Your head on the pillow again as you started to see stars, moaning loudly. “I know it feels good baby, I know.” You clenched around his cock again, making him groan loudly.

“You can’t stop cumming can you baby girl. Daddy makes you feel that good?” you whimpered in response, not able to form words. Your legs shaking around him as he held them up besides his head, leaving soft kisses on them “You’re such a good girl, MY good girl.” He growled.

He turned you over on your stomach and entered you again. His hands on your waist, pushing you into the mattress as your hands gripped onto the covers tightly while he pounded into you. Tears started forming in the corners of your eyes. His finger slightly pushing into your anal. You moaned loudly, feeling even more euphoric than before.

“You’re so tight, you feel so good around me baby girl.” Your moans grew even louder and Chris placed his hand in front of your mouth to muffle your screams as he kept pounding into you. “Everyone already knows about your little crush on me but that doesn't mean they can know I’m fucking your brains out princess.” The tears were now falling from your cheeks at the feeling of him filling you up so good.

“I knew you had a crush on me from the moment we met and I’ve been waiting to do this for far too long. Almost every night touching myself, thinking it was you.” he panted out fueling your imagination as you got pushed to your forth orgasm. Your pussy and clit already felt extremely overstimulated as you came for the forth time, gripping his cock.

This time Chris stopped and softly kissed your cheek, removing his hand from your mouth and placed it around your neck, his teeth softly tugging your ear again “You’re creaming all over my cock princess” he told you before removing his hand from your neck and got out of you.

He laid down on his back “Come ride daddy baby girl.” Your whole body shaking and exhausted. Chris helped you get up and entered you again. You were completely worn out and tired. Chris’s hands gripped your waist and started moving you onto his cock. “Keep moving baby. I’m close too.” He moaned out, his thumb rubbing your clit. The moment his thumb rubbed your clit you cried out. “I can’t anymore daddy, I can’t” his other hand grabbed your neck. “You can give me one more, I know you can princess.” He told you as he slightly grabbed your neck tighter.

“We’re going to come together and I’m going to cum deep inside of you. You’re my good girl” you whimpered as the tears started flowing from your eyes at the amount of pleasure. “You’re close, I can feel you’re close.” He told you as he groaned.

“Now baby, cum for me now. I’m cumming too.” You pussy clenched around him while Chris pulled your down on his chest and buried his cock even deeper inside of you, moaning out in your ear. You had no energy left inside of your body as you laid down on Chris’s chest, panting out.

“Are you okay?” Chris asked softly as he pulled your face up between his palms. You nodded and gave him a very tired smile. He placed a soft, loving kiss on your lips and let you rest on his chest. “You really knew about my crush?” You asked Chris after you calmed down a bit “It was pretty obvious sweetheart.” He chuckled and you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Don’t worry, I really like you too. I’m just better at hiding it.” he chuckled and let you bury your head in the crook of his neck while he was still buried inside of you. His cum started to drip over his cock when he decided to get you both cleaned up. You couldn’t even stand anymore so he cleaned you up with a washing cloth. He stayed over that night, cuddling you and taking care of you as you were absolutely worn out. The next day you woke up and Chris came out of the bathroom, his clothes already on. He smiled at you “Good morning sweetheart.” He told you and you were a little confused before he started to explain: “Pack your stuff you’re staying with me for the rest of the trip. I’m going to check you out of this room oh and throw away your vibrator. You won’t be needing that anymore..” He told you and gave you a wink.

“I’ll see you in my room in an hour.” he walked up to you and kissed the top of your head, leaving you with a lot of questions but the excitement took over your body when he walked out of your room.  

Taglist: @rogersdrysdalebarber @patzammit

[kingdaddydaichi]

↳ Random HCs: R. Sukuna Edition ↲

Warnings/Notes (don’t skip this shit): n/sfw, 18+ only, mdni, f!reader, look the easiest thing to do would be to just tell you not to read this if you don't know who Sukuna is and/or if you are offended by his character/personality, black semen (yes, i’m disgusting what’s up 💁🏼‍♀️), marking, exhibitionism, voyeurism, collar, “pet”/"slut"/"whore", degradation, praise, mention of ass play, cumflation, squirting, mention of drawing blood, breeding, Sukuna just being fucking Sukuna k? 🤷🏼‍♀️

Says “bruh” sometimes, especially at Yuuji

Marks you, gives you a curse mark that’s like a signature/brand to let others know you belong to him.

Okay but what if his jizz is black?

100000% has dick tattoos…a pair of thick, black bands matching the ones on his arms.

Also has the same tattoos on his legs…one pair of bands around his muscular thighs, the other just above his ankles

Likes it when you ride his cock while he sits on his throne. "Ganbare, ganbare..."

Will bend you forward if you're riding him in reverse when he's ready to cum. He'll slam into you so hard that his flexing ass raises up off his seat while his wet thighs clap against yours.

I know this is played out, but it’s basically canon at this point: grows a mouth just above the base of his cock to tease your clit (or asshole...or both) while he fills your cunt with his fat dick

Puts a collar on you and calls you “pet”

Expects you to wait on your knees for him…

until he tugs on your leash, then you are to crawl on all fours while he leads you around his domain

“Stop. Stay on your hands and knees, pet,” he growls. Still holding onto your leash, he circles behind you and moves his robe to the side just enough to pull out his hard cock.

He gives his dick a couple of strokes, pulling his foreskin back before slipping it inside your squelching cunt, bulldog style.

Will deadass fuck you right in front of those who happen to enter his Innate Domain to establish his “irrefutable dominance".

Loves it when you make slurping noises while sucking his cock

How big is his cock? However big he wants it to be. “You seem to be enjoying this a little too much, pet. Gonna make my cock so big you fucking weep while I ream you.”

Before he falls in love with you: “Did I say you could look at me while I’m fucking you, whore?” “Keep your eyes on my cock, you fucking degenerate slut. Watch my fat fucking cock slide in and out of your filthy pussy.” “Gonna break that tight little pussy of yours while it drools all over my loins.”

After he falls in love with you: “I said look at me while I’m breeding you, pet!”

If your fingers go anywhere near his asshole he has to fight tooth and nail not to cum on the spot.

His tongue-fucking game is SNAAAAAATCHED asf okay?

Kisses your tongue if you burn it on something.

Laughs at you when you get the hiccups.

Teaches you to suck his dick E X A C T L Y how he likes it. Rewards you by shoving his cock down your throat.

Sleeps shamelessly: naked, on his back, spread eagle, no covers; heavy, soft dick lolled to the right on proud display

Cumflation. Sukuna loves to fill your soft belly with his thick black seed.

Takes a pic of your face when you cum on his cock for the 3rd time in as many minutes and makes it his home screen…while he’s still fucking you.

Uses your phone to take a close-up video of your twitching pussy slurping away on his wet, veiny dick then flips you onto your belly and makes you watch it while his hips clap against your ass.

Loses his mind when you cry out for him while he’s ravaging your cunt. “YesssS’kuna, oh shit fuck me harder! Oh god, oh fuck Ryooooou!” All 4 of his eyes will roll back in his pretty head.

Sure, he could text you these things, but he secretly loves leaving little handwritten notes for you in random places: “Love you, pet” on your bathroom mirror. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last night” under your windshield wiper. “Text me if you need anything” in your coat pocket. “Can’t wait to feel you gag on my cock again, sweetheart” under a magnet on the refrigerator door.

LIFE👏🏼STYLE👏🏼DOM👏🏼

Messy pussy eater…never breaks eye contact with you and comes up after he makes you squirt in his mouth with a big toothy grin, his long tongue licking his dripping chin as he mounts you, groaning in your ear “Mmm…I could devour every last drop of you, my sweet little pet.”

Alternates letting you paint his fingernails while he paints your toenails when he gets bored inside Yuuji’s head.

Speaking of his fingernails, get ready to have their marks on you on a constant basis

Grips your thighs and hips so hard while he’s slamming into you that he draws blood at the very least

Falls asleep on your shoulder when you lightly trace your soft fingertips over his tattoos.

Buries his face in your neck, so close he can smell your hair. “I don’t like your new shampoo. Change it back.”

“M’hands are cold, Ryo,” you say, pouting while pushing them around his back under the trim of his robe. He looks down at you for a moment and huffs. “Fine. Just keep ‘em close to me.”

You gasp, pointing, “Ryo! Look! Taiyaki!” He walks after you to the street vendor, waiting patiently for you to pick which flavor you want. “I can’t decide between chocolate and sweet potato,” you say, chewing your lip. Sukuna pushes off of the wall and drops a few thousand yen on the counter. “Give her two of both.”

Will not fucking move if you fall asleep on him. Loves listening to you breathe and feeling your heartbeat against his warm, inked skin.

[halotopicecream]

{10:20}

Tw: afab, blowjob, handjob, self praise, DIRTY TALK,

“Fuck! P-please baby, need to cum…” Seungmin moaned out, hands twitching at his side. He wanted to reach out and grab you, to hold you while you worked him dry of every sane thought in his head. But your instructions were clear: no touching, no moving your hands.

After the concert you heard Seungmin talking to himself in the mirror. He was saying how he hated his smile, how he wished he was more attractive and alluring like his other members. The words broke your heart. Your baby didn’t know how gorgeous he was and how loved and admired he was.

You needed to show him how handsome he was. How beautiful he was.

So when you got home you slipped on his favorite lingerie set and slipped a robe over it. Then you took his hand and guided him to your bedroom and sat him down on the bed, holding his face before bringing him into a deep, passionate kiss. Seungmin was immediately putty in your hands. He was stubborn and usually the dominant one when it came to the bedroom, but when you kissed him like that? Oh he was at your beck-and-call.

“I heard what you said to yourself back in the dressing room.” You mumbled, kissing down his warm neck, over his sensitive spots. Seungmin hissed, reaching up and holding your hips to ground himself. “I wanna show you how gorgeous you truly are Min. Will you let me?” You pull away from his neck to stare straight into his eyes, asking for permission. Without a second thought Seungmin nodded. “Words love.” “Yes.” “Good boy.” A shiver went down his spine.

Gently, you pushed his shoulders to lie him on the bed, leaving you standing. You undid the knot around your waist, letting the robe belt come undone and fall open and the robe fall off of your shoulders, no longer hiding your body away. Seungmin released a shaky breath, fists clenching around the sheets. You moved to plant another kiss to his lips, sliding your hands up his body then back down to the hem of his shirt. You slowly pulled it up his chest, giving him time to tell you to stop, but he never stopped you. You threw the shirt to the ground before trailing your kisses down his chest.

Seungmin tilted his head back, eyes closed and mouth hung open as soft sighs and moans fell through. Subconscious he brought his arm up to cover his face, but you stopped him. “Uh uh Min, new rule: hands at your sides. Don’t move them. And no touching. Tonight is about you baby.” Seungmin didn’t like that.

He loved touching you, having his hands on you one way or another. But this took that away. He wasn’t going to go against you, he never would, but he still didn’t like it. But if keeping his hands down and to himself would keep you from stopping then he’ll never move another inch.

Your kisses trail lower and lower until your at his waistband. Your fingers tease the fabric, and Seungmin wants nothing more than to dip the clothes away and just let you touch him freely. But he knew that’s not what you want. You want to hear his voice. You want to hear what he wants from you. And while Seungmin is not the most fond of submitting easily, he’s to needy to put up a fight.

“Please take them off baby… need you to touch me more.” You seem pleased with this. You undo the bottom of his pants then pull down his zipper. Pulling the jeans down and tossing them somewhere in the room. You came face to face with his angry bulge, and your core heated up even more at the sight. Seungmin always stretched you out so nicely it left you stupid for awhile, so you’re planning on returning the favor to the best of your abilities.

Just to see him squirm you lean down to kiss his clothes length, bitting back a chuckle when he groans in both pleasure and frustration. Your lips met his tip, and the cloth covering it is not wet and darkened from the pre that leaked from him. You chuckled, looking up to meet his eyes. “You excited baby?” He scoffed, hips thrusting up ever so slightly. “Y-your fucking fault, teasing me like this.” You loved seeing him barley holding it together.

You chuckled and pulled his boxers down, letting them joint the jeans and shirt on the floor. Seungmin let out a groan of relief, finally free of the tight confines of his clothes keeping his cock away. Everything felt so hot under your dark, lustful gaze. He felt his body melt into the sheets and want to hide away yet all he wanted was to be the center of your attention. You had so much power over him it was kind of scary yet arousing at the same time.

His hard cock slapped against his toned stomach and you couldn’t help the pleased moan that came from you. He twitched hearing the sound. You raised an eyebrow, leaning down a bit more so your lips hover over his dick, letting him feel your warm lips so close yet so far. You knew how to get your boyfriend going, and it was a skill you were quit proud of.

Seungmin unwillingly whined, hips twitching up with the need to have you closer. His body responded to you on autopilot, like he was always at your will. Which wasn’t completely off base. “You like when I moan for you baby?” Your lips finally came in contact with his base and he felt relief swallow him whole. You were finally touching him, finally. “You know I-I do.” His hands twitched with the need to have you.

You giggled, moving up to suck his tip between your lips, suckling on him lip a sucker. Seungmin whole body jumped at the sudden action, his hips stuttering from the pleasure. Your boyfriend had always been so sensitive to your touches, but that’s just because you know exactly to touch him, what to say to him, and when. You were swimming in the control you had, loving how pliant he was under you. You wrapped your hand around him to help pump what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, keeping your eyes solely trained on the man who’s cock you had in your mouth.

Your other hand went to fondle with his sensitive balls and Seungmin was sure he was going to cum that second. His hands were practically shaking, begging to hold you and push you as far down on his cock as he could go. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to quell the ache bubbling in your panties. Slick dripped down your thighs and into the floor, but that was the least of your worries. Your mind and body were focused on your stubborn boyfriend who was currently a fucked out mess.

You booped you head up and down on his cock, letting go with a popping down and licking at his lip like a candy while your left and worked up and down his shaft. When it came to sucking him off you were a certified pro and you knew that and you loved him. “God fucking— a-ahh baby please!” He begged eyes cloudy and half lidded with need. You kissed his tip, never stopping the pace of your hand as you stood up and got closer to his face.

Seungmin didn’t waste a second connecting his lips to yours, tasting his pre-cum on your tongue but he didn’t mind. You squeezed him tighter and he broke away with a moan, head falling back with his lip tucked between his teeth. You brought your right hand up to his hair, tugging it gently to make him look at you. Seungmin already looked fucked out and you loved it.

“I want you to praise yourself for me love, k?” He didn’t understand. You saw the look of confused on his face and chuckled. He looked so much like a puppy. “Tell me how pretty you are; how sexy you are and how much I love you. How good you make me feel when you drill me open on this perfect cock of yours.” Your voice was like honey and Seungmin was addicted. It’s all he wants to head; all he can hear. He wants to wake up to that voice, to die listening to that voice.

He had to try and gain some sense of control over his being before attempting to form a sentence, but the quick and calculated movements of your hand weren’t doing him no good with that. “Fuck— ‘m so pretty baby, so so pretty— god please let me fucking cum I’m so close.” He begged, eyes big and you could almost see tears forming in his tear ducts. You hum but shake your head, not yet satisfied with his compliments yet.

“Tell me what a beautiful smile you have.” He felt like crying at that. “Actually, hie about you show me what a beautiful smile you have. Can you smile for me love, I wanna see that gorgeous smile.” You we’re being completely serious. Seungmin whined, his orgasm so close yet your hand slowed down. It kept him right at the end he b it not enough for him to finish. He hated when you did that, yet when his high came it felt like nothing he’s ever felt before.

Shakily, Seungmin gave you his best smiled, eyes watering as tears threatened to slip down his pinked cheeks. You have human smile of your own and thumbed at his slit, putting human little closer than he was before. With an evil going in your eyes you learn closer to his face, your lips grazing his but your hand kept him from connecting your lips.

“Now tell me how good you fuck me. How you have me crying with how good you fuck my tight little pussy until I’m dumb, how good you fill me up when you cum deep inside of me.” That… that almost made him cum. You’ve always had such a dirty mouth, and it’s gotten the two of you into more then heated sessions that ended with you messy, panting and covered in sweat and cum. But fuck does he love you for it.

“I-I make you feel s-so good when I sp-split you open on my fat cock. Make your pussy feel s-so good!” More tears fell down his face. Not cumming was painful at this point, but it felt so good. You continued to rub your thighs together before moving back down to the floor, gettin comfortable between his legs and shooting him an innocent smile.

“Cum for me won’t you Min?” You wrap your lips around his cock once more, pace quick and overwhelming. Seungmin almost screamed with how intense his orgasm was and with how fast it hit, but his eyes were locked into yours for the majority until he threw his head back and his eyes rolled into his skull. His hot cum shot into your mouth and you pumped him with your hands, working through his orgasm with your lips wrapped snugly around his tip.

Seungmin was shaking, his high so intense he felt as if it would never end. Slowly, you stood your hands from working him, removing your lips from his tik to give him room to breath. His chest was glistening with sweat, the smell of sex filling the air. You swallowed, happy to do so knowing it was his. With a smile you climbed onto the bed to lie next to your boyfriend, taking his hand in yours and rubbing his soft knuckles to comfort him.

His breathing finally went back to normal, and for a minute the two of you just sat there in silence, enjoying each others presence. That was until Seungmin shifted to hover over you, staring down at you with eyes filled with want and list, cock now fully hardened and ready to go again. You were shocked, cuddly ready to end the night knowing he was satisfied but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“You think we’re done here doll? I can fucking smell you, and you know I can’t sleep knowing you haven’t been fucked properly. You said it yourself, I make you feel so good when I drill you on this perfect cock of mine.”

-©️ HaloTopIceCream 2022

[autumn-hiraeth]

More than a friend

Warnings: smut!

( if you are under the age of 18: don't read it)

A/N: English isn't my first language sorry If I made any mistake :) idk what i wrote lol

I should be sleeping, I have classes early but i wanted write something.

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Druig gulped as he watched you bite your lip while watching Thena train, you used to bite your lip all the time and Druig knew that because he was looking at you all the time. The eternal loner with the sarcastic attitude was madly in love with you.

Druig wanted to be more than a friend, he wanted to be your lover, he would be completely yours if you wanted him.

...

"I'm so tired" you complained as you took off your clothes leaving you in your underwear in front of Druig. As you continued to talk about how had been training with Thena and Gilgamesh, Druig couldn't help imagine you underneath him… moaning.

He felt terrible fantasizing about you, he could feel his cock getting hard between his tunic, he wanted you so bad, not only to fuck you, but to love you, he would love you for all his eternal life and he would be so happy because you would be his...

"Druig, are you okay?" He came back to reality meeting your concerned look, your clothes had returned, you was wearing red dress that Makkari had gotten for you, you looked just lovely, your hand was on his shoulder and the way you looked at him, oh, it made his heart race.

"I want to be more than your friend" he finally had the courage to say it, your face changed expression, Druig couldn't read you, the silence in the room was beginning to be uncomfortable, soon Druig felt the sensation of fleeing but before he could get up from the bed you kissed him.

Does she feel the same? Does she want me back?

Druig moaned as you sat on his lap, he pulled your hips in and it was your turn to moan when you felt his boner, moved your hips against his bulge without breaking the kiss, you two were so needy.

" Druig.." you whispered over his lips while riding him "fuck me" Druig smiled kissing your lips again as he lifted your dress, your pussy ached, the thought that you would soon have him inside you was fucking overwhelming.

"Druig.. please" you whimpered as he pushed aside your panties and his fingers caressed your wet folds.

"fuck.. you're so wet just for me" Druig gasped, his fingers left your aching pussy, his hands were on your robe, you placed your hands on his chest while you looked at him

"let me" Druig nodded leaning back on his elbows as he watched you lift his tunic to free his cock, he moaned when your hands ran down his length, finally you lined up on him, your gaze connected with Druig.

Both of you moaning when his cock began to fill you up, you screamed at the feeling of having him completely inside you, you took off your tunic leaving yourself completely naked on Druig.

" you fill me up so good Druig.." You gasped before you started to ride him, Druig's hands were on your hips helping you go faster, the feeling of his cock head hitting your sweet spot was so overwhelming it made your pussy feel so tight on your lover's cock, both were a moaning and gasping mess, surely your other fellow Eternals already knew what was happening in your room. They were going to tease you so badly about this, but you couldn't care less.

" you feel so good my love, so fucking tight " moaned Druig, your hips kept moving at a scorching pace, the pleasure was fucking good, you were riding Druig, the person you lovest, you couldn't resist and leaned in to kiss him drowning out his moans as Druig devoured your mouth.

You felt a pull in your belly, you were close "cum for my beautiful Y/N, make a mess on my cock" just a few thrusts were enough to make you come, you moaned your lover's name as if it was your mantra, your movements started to slow as you rode your orgasm: it was Druig's turn so he slammed your hips against yours making you cling to him like he was your lifeline, your pussy tightened further on his cock milking him, Druig moaned your name as his cum colored your walls white, his thrusts and the feeling of being filled by him made you cum a second time, your toes curled in pleasure, the feeling was so overwhelming and your lover was still fucking you

"Druig.. " you screeched, his thrusts stopped allowing you to collapse on top of him, his cock went soft, your pussy ached with pleasure. Their breathing began to regulate, Druig smiled as he caressed your bare back, your chest was against his, his rhythm already in sync.

"Does this mean you're mine?" you asked against his chest, Druig wrapped a hug around you as he kissed your temple

"I've always been yours, my beautiful, beautiful Y/N"

[rinhoes]

suguru geto x black!fem reader

warnings: unprotected sex, creampies, nothing serious just suguru being soft ♡

Suguru never thought he could be so kind and patient with someone that lack cursed energy, his general outlook of non-sorcerers was that of disgust but here he was. She hadn’t a single bit of cursed energy coming from her, she was so fresh and pure. Y/N was settled in his lap comfortably with both her legs over his right leg, her head resting gently against his broad shoulder. She smelled good too, like honey, vanilla, and a dash of rose. Suguru felt a sort of tranquility in her presence, she didn’t say too much either—other than the occasional “hey look at this” when showing him a scene from the novel she was reading. Some of which he found amusing and others not so much.

His large hands massaged her clothed curves as he looked over the zen garden, the crisp air and overwhelming greenery created a pleasant atmosphere, it was quite warm in Japan too. With butterflies and such frequently flew around them. After a while, she’d place the book on the table beside them. “I’ve been thinking about you lately, Suguru.” A faint smile formed against his soft lips, the way his name rolled off her tongue made his heart swell with desire.

“Oh?” He teased, “about what this time?”Suguru questioned as his soft hands made their way beneath the hem of her blouse. She would shuffle in his lap, her scent invading his nose for a brief moment.

Y/N chuckled as she repositioned herself on his lap, this time coming face to face with him, “Such a pleasant face” She thought as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Oh, you know—things,” She teased before planting soft kisses from his jaw to his neck. “You’ve been like this for a while,” Y/N spoke referring to his growing erection, “it’s easier to feel when you’re wearing your robes, you know.” A low but strong groan came from his mouth as she grind slowly against his clothed dick.

His grasp would slightly tighten around her waist. It didn’t take long for Suguru to undo his robes, “If you gonna do something—do it now.” Suguru cooed causing Y/N to break out in a fit of giggles. Soon their tongues were in a lewd dance, the way his tongue invaded her mouth had her craving more. He was soft whenever they did this, he could never be rough with her. He wanted to fuck her like the angel she was, as she was his soulmate and no man like Suguru would ever be rough with her.

A throaty moan would erupt from him as she sunk down on her thick cock. Her wet walls hugged his cock ever so tightly sending instant waves of pleasure down his spine. He wasn’t the type of man to mindlessly thrust into her, instead, he would roll his hips letting the mushroom tip massage her spot. That always drove her crazy, with her back arched, arms wrapped around his neck, Y/N would let out whiny moans in his ears. “Suguru, I— f-fuck, I love you.” She breathed out as her hips slammed down on his cock. Stuttering moans spill from his mouth as she bounced on his dick.

“Angel, s-slow down—you’re gonna m-make me—oh fuck.” Too drunk off her cunt to finish his sentence, Suguru’s eyes rolled back while hushed groans left his mouth. She pressed soft kisses on his lips. “Fuck, Y/N. If you want a baby—j-just say that.” He chuckled, feeling his lower body tighten. He was gonna cum soon but he wanted to hold back—he needed to. Suguru needed to watch her come undone, seeing how her face would twist in pleasure would surely send him over the edge.

His fingers tangled in her coily hair as she sucked on his neck—leaving several marks in her wake. A faint smile spread across Suguru’s face once her walls started to clench and flutter around him, pressing circles into her swollen clit, Y/N spilled mewls into his ears.

Her body shook his arms as her pussy clenched around him. With her eyebrows furrowed she bite down on her plump glossy brown lips. “Oh, my g—f-fuck Suguru.”

“You ready for it angel?” He cooed, his body was yearning for that release he held in for so long. Suguru could barely think of anything as he felt his tighten under her. His hands gripped her plush thighs and ass he completely buried himself in her, hot seed shot in her walls and leaked onto his robes.

Her scent invaded his nose as the warm air blew in their direction. Suguru would chuckle to himself wondering how it got this. A man with so much hatred could find himself panting, balls deep in a meager non-sorcerer.

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[mrskurono]

title: Baby Fever a/n: ok you know what I’ll admit it, all I’ve been thinking about lately is Geto. He’s on my mind constantly. Should I be working on something else, yes. Is Geto the first jjk character I really had a crush on, maybe. I just....fucking Geto ok this has taken me four times to right jfc word count: 1.7k tags: no sub/dom dynamics, romantic sex, established relationship, manga spoilers, fingering, multiple female orgasms (not overstim though) breeding kink, needy Geto, creampie, unprotected sex, pregnancy mention, body worship, really just soft sex ok, unedited character(s): Geto Suguru (jjk)

They had grown. 

Both girls that was. 

Into wonderful adolescences that brought a set of different challenges. Geto was ready for that be it blindly. And he loved every part of it times two. Each time he looked at either of the kids though he could vividly remembered rounder cheeks, rosier faces and goofier smiles. It left him reminiscing over that more and more now.

You noticed it in the most subtle ways. Geto wanting more. More of those days even though he wouldn’t outright ask.

A trace of his fingers along your collar bone drew you away from what was in your lap. For the most part you’d ignored him once he came to bed but it grew almost impossible when the sorcerer had his lips pressed to the conjunction of your head and neck while a light touch traced down your chest. Not irritated in the slightly, you still give a playful sigh as you put your book down.

“Can I help you?” You can’t even turn your head to see him. Geto’s face is pressed to you with a trail of peppered kisses following suit.

With a firm grip he slipped his fingers against your thigh to give it a playful squeeze. Geto pulled out of the crook of your neck enough to finally look at you with that off brand smirk of his, “Mayhaps.”

You grin just to lean down and catch his lips on yours. Instead though you pull away just as he was going to lean into you. Earning your own smirk to play on your lips, “Mayhaps if you ask nicely Mr. Suguru.”

The hand on your thigh tightened. Pulling you towards him in a meager attempt but for the most part you stayed rooted where you were. Only slightly letting your legs fall open as your smirk grew into a full blown smile. He was awfully soft for a man on the run orchestrating a death cult. 

Geto slipped his fingers up along the crotch of your bottoms. Nudging his forehead against yours like he’d done every night this week. An eye roll that held no merit you grab his face and kiss him deeply. There isn’t a second in hesitation as you lean into him. Geto’s fingers moving up to help you wiggle out of your bottoms. A similar scene playing out just like the previous nights but you didn’t mind in the slightest with his attention fully on you.

“You’re so wet.” He commented against your lips the second his index finger dipped between your folds.

“And you’re already hard.” You toss back to him when your palm presses up against the stark hardness hidden under his robes, “Why don’t we help each other out?”

A nod and he didn’t stop to push back into the kiss. Geto hovering above you but it was your teeth nipping playfully at his bottom lip. Leaving the man to groan as his fingertips danced on either side of your clit. Your hips coming up to join in the motion of his fingers rubbing against you. Only for a few moments though because once they were soaked enough Geto couldn’t keep them from slipping inside you.

“Fuck...you’re so needy,” You moan against Geto’s lips as he curls his fingers in on you. He wouldn’t hesitate to make you cum like this before the main event even started.

Lips back to your neck, Geto hummed something but then nodded and mumbled against the softness of your ear, “I need you.”

Reaching down to grip his forearm as Geto’s fingering picked up in it’s urgency. You regretted the moan when his fingertips brushed over your g-spot. Within seconds he was back at it. Not leaving your sensitive spot alone as your cunt twitched and tightened around him with the impending orgasm. He was gonna get one from you with not much more than a snide remark on your part.

“F-Fuck...” Lip taut with tension as you bit down, fighting it wasn’t in your best interest, “S-Suguru- I- I’m gonna-”

“Cum-” His voice almost desperate, hot breath against your neck, fingers not letting up on their assault, “Please cum- Please I need you to cum- Please-”

The want in his voice too much. Just the way he wouldn’t stop after your orgasm tipped itself over. Fingers pulling a toe curling orgasm out of you as you clutched onto his robes and felt every fiber in your body tingle with hopelessness for him.

Fingers slowing, Geto simply wiggling them around in you and feeling the slickness covering his knuckles. It was when you snagged him for a long drawn out lazy kiss. Just to follow it by an order that he get undressed already, meant the man had no choice but to listen.

Rid of his clothes and between your legs before you knew it. You look down to see him swiping his cock up through the drool of your cunt. What wasn’t on his fingers previously now coated his cock with a beautiful glisten. Geto more than enthralled seeing his cock slip between your cunt lips. Each movement of his length grinding into your sensitive nub sent a shiver up your spine. Either he was too into watching or he was teasing you. A few more swipes and you demand he get on with the main course already.

One push and Geto’s cock slipped down to the hilt with ease. Stretched thoroughly from the nightly fucking all week. Today was no different. Juices squelching around his cock Geto pushed himself down to his base. Feeling his cock bottom out in you no problem. Leaving the man to hover over you. Caged in by both his arms on either side of you. And his hair tickling your face when you looked up at him.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re handsome.”

Geto stalled a moment. Savoring the way his hips felt snug in yours. The residual feeling of your walls twitching around him. Not a day would go by where he didn’t swear you were made for him. 

“I love you.” His words clear and concise. You looked up at Geto once more.

What smirk you had early softened into a smile. Bringing his face down to yours for a kiss, “I love you t- fuck-” Before he let you finish Geto grinned against your lips and thrusted into you without warning. Just to watch you convulse and loose yourself on his cock. Just as beautiful as ever. He felt himself unable to control himself all over again.

Each snap of his hips into your core left you breathless. He wasn’t rough. Never was he rough. Geto’s cock curved in the right way that left you rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts. Even if it felt like he was going to split you in half, you still wanted more.

Orgasm or not Geto was bringing you right back to the edge. He always did. As you showered his face in breathless kisses. Some of those met with his own lips. Others spared on his neck and collar bone as you watched with a dazed look at where your bodies met. Geto buried inside you with each thrust. His hands hooked into your hips with your legs slightly elevated so he could defile your deepest parts. Every night this week he’d fuck you like this. In the drunken pleasurer of it all you might have thought he was trying to breed you.

“Please-” Geto’s voice peeled you away, “Please cum-”

Thinking he wanted you to cum on him again you half ass nod, “Yes- Fuck yes I’ll-”

“No-” He groaned more of a gasp. Geto putting his forehead against yours even with the dew accumulating on it, “Please- Please can I cum- Cum in you- I just-”

More than surprised. Of course he’d done so more than once before. Now he was asking you? 

“Love why ask just-”

“I want another baby-” Geto broke your question up, his hips still a mind of their own. His breath ragged against your lips and sweat making his hair cling to him, “With you- Another one- Just one- Let me fill you up- Let me fuck a baby in you- Please- I- I love you so much and-”

“Yes.”

Geto’s turn to be surprised.

“Yes please, god fuck yes- Fuck a baby inside me-” You grab Geto’s face. Caring less if you cum at this point and more for the warmth of his release. Lips smashing onto his you don’t hesitate to moan into the fevered kiss.

Geto pulling you down on him with each thrust. Driving his cock in you as deep as he could. Quicker than before like he was desperate for it. Even while your legs twitched and curled, knowing he was breeding in you, something snapped in you.

The way you can on him. Scream only muffled by the fact Geto wouldn’t move his lips from yours. Each rippling twitch of your cunt around him was maddening. Hearing and feeling you craving him sent him into a tizzy until it was simply too late. With the way he snapped his hips into. A rumbling moan emanating up from his chest. It was far too obvious when the first gush of warmth overwhelmed you.

Full well past just what oozed out of you. The mixture of cum and juices soaked the two of you as Geto’s arms waivered a little. A moment of uncertainty if he was going to pull out and waste the gift he just gave you. Instead you yank him down on you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and loosely with your legs around his hips. Making it very obvious he was to stay in place on and in you.

Hand drawn down his back you ignore the sweat between his shoulder blades. Instead engrossed in the feeling of Geto’s cock still inside you and the heat of his chest against yours. Sighing softly to lay a kiss against his cheek you hug him a little tighter, “...you could have just said something you know.”

Exhausted and without a real witty reply. Geto had been saving this all week and now he was a little spent. Mumbling something but you didn’t hear.

The idea of being pregnant, with his child, making you smile more and more with each passing second. Even as cum dripped out of you. It was right away that you kissed the side of his head, “Looks like we gotta keep trying until you succeed huh.”

No question to it there was a twitch of excitement in all of his body. You knew neither of you would be happy now until Geto got what he asked for.

[leggerefiore]

Your Zoroark kitsune au is giving me spicy ideas. I can imagine during working hours Emmet will be invisible and either feeling up s/o or secretly giving oral. For Ingo either having sex in a hotspring or during a fall moon for a romantic atmosphere. Bonus can be both are fucking s/o in the worshipping room/hall.

.... anon u evil, evil being.

18+ content under cut, AFAB reader,

You smiled at the patron as he spoke to you about what had brought him to the shrine that day. The older man wore an amicable smile while he scratched at his grey hair. He was worried about his daughter's marriage to someone in the village and wished to see if the local deities would watch over her. You knew Ingo likely would, but… Emmet seemed to be ignoring his request. No could one could see the way his white, fluffy tail swished back and forth as he groped at your thighs. You would kick him, but his grip made it hard to. His entire body was pressed into your back, head sitting on top of yours as he scrutinised the outsider.

"You should tell him the gods' of this shrine only protect those of this village," he whispered, hot breath fanning against your ear as he leaned down, "Especially not… Humans. Mmm… Darling, I want to fuck you…! End this already." You ignored the horny request of your mate and fox god, Lord Kudari. Or Emmet, as he preferred for you to call him. His rut was coming up and making his already insatiable needs worse. You squeaked when his hands tried to travel under the fabric of your robes. The old man gave you a strange look while Emmet giggled. He was going to tease you until you gave in or the man left.

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You both sat on the wooden porch as a pleasantly cool wind blew through the shrine grounds. A bright, autumn moon lit the land brilliantly while distant flames burned in toro. The trees shifted with beautiful auburn, golden, and scarlet leaves. A tray of tea sat near you both, steam arising from the cups, but you found yourself preoccupied with the god sitting beside you. His mask had been abandoned for the day, no one but caretakers, maidens, and monks left on the grounds. His silvery eyes glowed curiously like the moon above. You grabbed his chin and redirect his attention to you. His loose, black robes shifted as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

Ingo's eyes closed as you remained like that for moments. Pulling away, you stared up at him with hazy eyes. You shrugged your robes down to just reveal your shoulders and chest while leaning back against the wood under you. "Ingo… I need you…" you whisper, and he leans over you. He could feel how his heartbeat increase as you spread your legs. Nimble, careful hands undid your robes as he slid himself between your thighs. Lingering kisses and light nips were given to your inner thighs as you watched the beautiful being. His tongue licked up your thigh to your pussy. You groaned and grasped at his hair, mindful of his ears, as you pushed him closer. The wet tongue swirled around your clit. Soft sucks soon followed. Everything felt so good; Ingo was always amazing at giving head.

A finger pressed into you, followed quickly by another as you felt him work you open. He gave a light nip to your clit causing you to whine while his fingers searched for that senstive spot within you. Upon finding it, he's quick to work his fingers against it and lathering your clit in attention. You feel your stomach growing tighter as everything continues. He begins to finge fuck you which makes you cry out. Before you can even manage to say anything, you cum hard against Ingo's face. He gently pulls away, face shiny with your slick. "Bravo! Such a lovely body you have… I love you ever so much," Ingo speaks with adoration. Before he can move to far away, you pull him closer.

"Ingo… I want more," you coo, and he swallows.

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You were certain anyone else would be cursed for such a form of defilement on these pure, spiritual grounds, but judging by the fact the two beings that would lay the curse are currently balls deep, you could say that you were likely safe. Emmet pet your head as he thrust into your mouth. Ingo took you from behind, cock buried deep into you. Loud moans reverberated from him while yours were muffled by Emmet's dick. The growing swell of his knot worried you, but you were fairly certain he'd pull away if it got to that point.

"Mmm, you're sooooo cute!" Emmet cooed as watched your mouth take his dick, "Letting us do such things to you in a pure place. That's verrrry bad." He pulled his cock from your lips as he observed the shifting of his brother's facial expression. Ingo was going to cum soon which meant he was going to become too aggressive for Emmet to safely enjoy himself with you. He sat back and watched you instead. The way your face twisted in pleasure. Your soft moans and whines were music in his ears as you were fucked ruthlessly.

A loud cry left you as Ingo roughly ground into you, his knot swelling too wide to continue and hot cum flooding your walls. He growled for a moment before whining as you shifted. "My mate…" was all the older twin could mutter before trying to rest against your body. You knew that as soon as his knot went down that you were soon to go another round. The glowing eyes of Emmet while he grinned menacingly holding strong promise.

[sodadrabbles]

Heya! Could i request a c! Philza x reader smut with a wing kink? You dont have to but it'd be cool if the plot was that Phill never let her touch his wings and she never knew why. Also she/her pronouns plz

Ahhh, wing kink. When all the people graduated from MHA during the s5 hiatus, all the Hawks stans came to MCYT and just fell in love with Philza. Dilfza supremacy. lord help me I'm formatting this while sitting next to my mother. the RISK.

Pairing: Philza x reader

Rating: SMUT! 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

Summary: Philza would never let anyone touch his wings, and never shared why. Today, reader finds that reason.

You and Phil had known each other for a while, long before he came to live in L’manburg. And for as long as you’d known him, he never allowed anyone to touch his wings. It was just so personal for him- He wouldn’t even accept help preening, despite how many times you had asked in the past. When you two start dating, it got a little better- He’d allow the occasional brush of his feathers when they got messy, or when he needed help preening a hard-to-reach spot. But even then, he was very avoidant when it came to letting you touch his wings.

Phil sat on the floor of your shared cabin, shirt and robe discarded somewhere in the room, his wings ruffled up and messy from flying through the nearby forest- Twigs were sticking out of spots and his feathers were all misplaced.  He was struggling to brush through all the mess, but he was so clearly tired from everything he had done today- From hunting with Techno to helping you smith some gold armor for a nether trip tomorrow and going for a walk with Ghostbur, the blonde was reaching a point of exhaustion.

You had been finishing up a batch of fire resistance potions when you decided enough was enough- You were going to help him preen up his wings whether he liked it or not. With new confidence, you placed your three fresh fire res potions in a chest and walked over to your lover, plopping on the floor behind him with your legs crossed.

“(Y/N), what are you-” Phil’s shoulders physically tensed when he felt your hand brush through a part of his outer feathers, gently pulling out several small twigs. He wanted to melt under your touch, a wave of comfortable pleasure washing over him. He sucked in a deep breath and shook himself a bit, his face starting to feel a bit warm. “(Y/N), mate, what’re you doing?”

You hum and gently pet your hand through the thick plumage on the outer part of his wing, straightening out his feathers. His wing twitches a bit at your touch, and Phil makes a quiet whine under his breath. You just assume it was because you accidentally tugged on a feather.

“I’m helping you with your wings, darling.” You other hand travels to the part of his wing closest to the root, straightening the fuzzy down feathers and gently tugging at the loose ones you came across. Phil squirms a bit, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. His face was flushed a deep red and his pants were starting to feel uncomfortably tight.

He broke when you massaged down the skin between the roots of his wings, pushing gently into the tense muscles. It was a simple and loving gesture, but good god did it feel good. A shudder shot through the elytrian, his voice coming out in a high-pitched moan. His dick twitched as he gently rode through the orgasm, his hands now pushing against the somewhat painful hard-on.

You stared wide-eyed at your boyfriend, your cheeks burning from embarrassment. You held your hands tight against your chest, a bit afraid to touch Phil again. When it seemed he had come down from his high, you cleared your throat to get his attention.

"Ph-Phil- Uhm, did you just…?"

The elytrian gives you the smallest nod, his expression one of shame. He refused to look you in the eyes. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, you shift to sit in front of Phil, hands gently taking his. Phil glances at you for a moment, his breath heavy, a barely noticeable shake to his form.

Truth be told, the idea that you could so easily make him cum practically untouched ignited something warm in your core. It sparked a few jittery ideas in your mind that made you a bit too excited. You smile a bit, thinking about what you could do to him now that you had this information- But first you wanted to make sure Phil was okay with this.

"Phil…" You start, wetting your lips a bit. He looks at you with fear flashing through his irises. You laugh a bit and rub your thumbs along his knuckles. "Is that why you never let me touch your wings? Because it, uhm… Feels good?"

You laugh a bit when Phil's wings puff up. He nods again and shifts, his dick still leaving an imprint on his pants. The thought of helping him out with that has you drooling a bit.

"Phil I… I want to try something. With your wings. Is that okay?"

The way he looks at you when you ask, eyes wide and shining with excitement, yet his little nod is hesitant and shy. You slide forward onto his lap, and his hips bucked up to meet yours instinctively. You push your palms against his thighs, keeping him still. 

"Sit still.." You mutter, moving your hands to wrap around his back, fingers resting just beneath the roots of his wings. The large appendages tense and the feathers puff out at the soft touch. Phil squirms under you, desperate for friction. The whines flowing from his mouth nearly make you give in.

You massage the skin between his wings, pressing softly into the muscle. You feel Phil's hands come to rest on your hips, squeezing gently with every soft press you push into the sensitive area.

He mumbles a curse under his breath when you brush your fingers into his feather, his face pushing into your shoulder. You can feel him twitching beneath you, his hard-on pushing into your inner thigh. 

You press against him, grinding that sweet spot between your thighs against the thing poking you, and Phil moans into your shoulder. "Please, fuck, l-let me put it inside you, lemme fill you up."

You laugh at the way he's begging. Who knew just petting his wings a bit could break down the stubborn immortal so easily? You take a hand from his wings to free his member from his clothes, your thumb rubbing across the tip in a subtle tease. 

Phil groans when you try to stand to remove your own clothes, his hands trying to hold you tightly against him. You give him a soft peck to his lips and a few pumps up his shaft before he lets you go. He watches you strip out of your fuzzy arctic clothes lovingly, his hands gripping the carpeted floor harshly. 

When you sit back on Phil's lap, he's quick to lift you by your thighs and push you onto your back.You squeak at his sudden enthusiasm, cut off by the feeling of something pushing at your entrance. Phil holds you tightly, looking at you expectantly. You nod, unable to help the sweet moan that slips out when he pushes all the way into you.

You can feel yourself tighten around the elytrian when he bottoms out, your arms wrapping around his back. Phil starts at a slow pace, giving you time to adjust to his size. The entire time he's moaning praise into your ear, getting louder as his pace picks up.

You yelp when he rubs against that sweet spot inside you, your fingers tangling roughly into his wings. This causes Phil to make another high-pitched noise, his words slurring together and his movements becoming sloppy as he chases his orgasm.

"R-right there, (Y/N), fuck, keep touching right there." He whines, pushing roughly into you again. You smile and pet your hands through his wings, brushing through the feathers and tugging softly. You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening as he pounds into you, your own string of praises flowing from your mouth.

"Phil, I'm close-" You whine, moaning again when you feel his tip gently kiss your cervix. He mutters a quiet 'me too against your shoulder. your fingers curl tightly into his wings as he shoves you over the edge, a wave of pleasure washing over you.

Phil cums shortly after you, the feeling of you tightening around him and the way you tug at his wings finally breaking him. He fills you up with his load, gently riding through his climax by thrusting into you. Each jerk of his hips pulls a little noise from you. He adores all of them.

After a few moments to let you both come down, you take your hands from Phil's wings and gently pet through his hair. Your hands feel clammy and the rest of you feels sticky from sweat, but still you lovingly brush your fingers through his hair as he breathes against you. You press a few soft kisses to his forehead. You'll definitely have to involve his wings more often.

[wild-karrde]

I’ve been unleashed….😏

Spicy prompt:

Your lips make me wonder what you taste like

Hardcase? Hunter? Wolffe? Rex?

Soooooo is it self-indulgent if I write a prequel to another ficlet? This one specifically?

I DO WHAT I WANT.

+18 Wolffe x f!Reader under the cut (vaginal fingering, exhibitionism)

He was bold, you'd give him that.

Not that you hadn't helped push him to this point. You could feel his fingers digging into your hips as you slid closer to him in the small booth in the back of the bar. A passing waiter droid dropped another round of drinks at your table, and you gingerly took the flute of Naboo wine, noting how his mismatched eyes traced a line from your lips to your throat as you swallow. The chilled glass feels soothing against your kiss-swollen lips that he'd been nipping at on the dance floor for the past hour. You wonder where else he'd like to leave marks, and if they could all be hidden by your Jedi robes.

"See something you like, Commander?" you tease.

He leans forward, taking a sip from his glass of bourbon before setting it back on the table. He nuzzles against your throat, and you can feel the beginnings of his beard scrape against the skin there. You shudder as his warm breath ghosts over the shell of your ear.

"Oh, after the last hour, you've just got me curious."

"Curious about what?" you ask innocently.

You swear his voice drops another octave as he speaks directly into your ear, ensuring he'll be heard over the pounding bass of the 79s by only you.

"Your lips make me wonder what you taste like."

You shudder. Maker, you wish you had an apartment to drag him back to, but it would certainly be frowned upon to sneak someone into the temple. And he'd never go for it. But as his fingers grip the inside of your thigh a little tighter, an idea crosses your mind.

The booth is secluded enough. No one will know.

You take his hand in yours, clenching the tip of his glove between your teeth and pulling it off. You guide his bare hand back down to the inside of your thigh, shuffling closer in the booth and hoping he gets the hint.

"Would you like to find out?"

His fingers slide under your skirt, grazing where your panties are already soaked through.

"Right here?"

"Why not?" you challenge.

"Think you can be quiet for me?"

"Let's find out."

"Wicked little thing."

His cybernetic eye makes one more cautionary pass around the bar, ensuring no one is paying too much attention. Apparently satisfied, he smirks, going back to work at your neck.

"Spread your legs for me, love." You comply. "Good girl." Heat licks up your spine.

His thick digits graze against your clit, teasing through your panties until you whine. He chuckles darkly, but mercifully, you feel him push your undergarments aside and one finger begins grazing your folds.

"So wet for me already, huh?" he teases.

"Wetter on the inside."

"I'm counting on it." With that, he presses in. His finger is so thick. You stifle a groan, and he swears int o your skin. "You're right," he concludes. "Dripping on the inside." He begins to thrust his finger in and out of you, working your clit with his thumb before adding a second finger inside of you easily. The stretch feels delicious, and you know you'll soon be begging for a third. Your eyes roll back in your head as he searches for the spot inside of you that will make you see stars. His pace is methodical, testing your limits as your fingers lock around his vambrace, pressing him in deeper until he's buried to the knuckle.

You press your face against his neck to try and keep quiet as he begins working you faster, his arm bumping against the table with every thrust. That's when he hits the spongy place within you and you moan loudly.

"Shhhh pretty girl. You've got to keep quiet if you want to cum," he warns, and you turn, panting in his face as your hips jerk off the seat, which you're sure you've dripped on by now.

"Wolffe," you whine.

"Want you to soak my hand, you wicked little thing. Want to feel this pretty little pussy squeeze my fingers while you moan my name." He presses his mouth to yours as he add a third finger, swallowing your moans as he bears down on the place inside you that's making sparks skitter across your vision and your eyes water. You know your hips are jerking, riding his hand as he works you closer to the precipice, and all you desire is to give him everything he wants. His brown and silver irises have you pinned, alternating between your face, your heaving chest, and where his hand is disappearing inside of you.

"Come on, pretty girl. I want to lick these fingers clean after you cum. Want to taste you."

His words tip you over the edge suddenly, and you grip the table tightly, your legs quaking. He presses his mouth to yours hard, swallowing a scream that rips from your chest, muffling it enough that no one turns towards your secluded spot. You come down panting, clutching his shoulders as he presses his forehead to yours, cupping your face with his other hand.

"Wolffe," you groan, leaning back in the booth and relishing the cool air that's breezing across your burning skin.

He grins before locking his eyes with yours and slipping his fingers between his lips. You can see your release dribbling over his knuckles, which he cleans diligently with his tongue. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to you as he sighs as though he's tasting a fine Corellian whiskey. The way he's looking at you almost has you ready to climb under the table on your knees and return the favor, but unfortunately, his men appear to have found him. You readjust your panties discretely under the table as a very drunk group of troopers stumble up to the two of you, babbling at their commander and barely taking notice of you.

He glances over at you apologetically, and you wink before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his temple.

"We'll have to do that again sometime so that I can get a taste as well."

He smirks as you gather your bag, disappearing into the crowd.

The briefing tomorrow with the 104th should be interesting.

Tag List: @seriowan @partoftheeternalsoul @rosmariner @ellichonkasaurusrex @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond

[rumblelibrary]

I need a very loving Laszlo smut, either top or switch with him, take it any direction you want, any build up, any kinks. But I just... my soul needs this V I need to see this man happy and satisfied

Coming Back Home [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Wife!Reader]

Word count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT (fingering, mild victorian dirty talk)

Author’s note: I am weak to see this man happy, my mind went a bit overboard, but I just couldn't hold it back, to see him happy and fulfilled in all his means, professional and private. Thank you so much for feeding my obsession and being my supporter @cazzyimagines <3

The cold air hit him as a welcome back in the moment he exited the carriage, he was back in New York after six months of study and hard work in Wien, he hated and loved it: he learned a lot and got the chance to talk with some of the best alienists in the field granting himself some valuable resources and upcoming publications, the city was amazing and romantic. But all day, every day, he was with his mind on the life he left here, on you and your baby boy waiting at home patiently, easing his pains with letters and little colourful sketches, reassuring him that he would come back to the same house he left.

It was late, he could see the light in baby’s room was off already and it pained him to be late for the goodnight story.

The driver dropped his belongings beside the door with a huff before taking his money with a big thank you.

Laszlo nodded, a sense of tension taking over him, what if something indeed changed? What if you hate him for leaving for his own interest? Will his son remember him? 

The silliest questions took over him and he just rang the bell before the spiral would take over and make him sleep in the garden out of his imaginary shame.

Stevie opened the door and his face lighted up instantly, Laszlo’s hand moved close to his own face with a finger up to signal him to keep quiet. The young lad nodded opening the door more, but a loud whine came out of his lips when he saw the heavy trucks beside Laszlo. 

“Stevie? Who is it?”

Your voice vibrated through the walls enveloping Laszlo like a distant memory and a fresh breath of air at the same time.

Stevie mumbled something “Nobody Madam, only some funny head playing with bells at night” he said as Laszlo nodded at him.

He left the coat at Stevie with his gloves and hat making his way to the bedroom upstairs trying to be as quiet as possible, your vanity the first thing that appeared to his sight, he shifted lightly so he could spot your figure reflected in the mirror without being seen.

You were already in your white night dress, hair down wrapped in a braid that rested on your shoulder, his own dark blue night gown draped over you making you appear even smaller, a book resting in your hand, the other hand toying with the fabric of his gown. A soft sigh left your lips and a little smile, you are liking the book. You turn the page with your features lighting up by interest, he felt almost guilty to interrupt you.

“Guten Abend, my love”

Your head shot up, eyes wide in surprise, a smile growing on your lips as he walked inside the room revealing his presence. A sense of nervousness still on him.

“Laszlo” you called rushing to him, discarding the book and throwing the covers onside,  closing the distance between the two of you by jumping out the bed like an excited child. Your hands wrapped quickly around his neck, you pulled him in, lips clashing against one another. He smiled in the kiss, eyes a bit teary as the happiness you were able to blossom into his chest since the first time he met you was still there. He cupped your cheek with his left hand, the kiss being long and followed by little short ones, and then again a long one.

“You should have told me” You whispered and he smiled at you noticing how you also got a bit of tears streaming down your cheeks, but all due to happiness. You picked his right hand kissing it lovingly, oh that ritual of yours, that mindless action you always did to kiss the part of him he despised the most.

“Welcome home, my love”

He smiled widely, so wide he felt his cheeks and jaw hurt, while he leaned his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes enjoying it. Your little telepathy thing, like he could pour his thoughts to you and vice versa.

In the meanwhile Stevie kept himself far from the two of you not wanting to interrupt or witness anything he shouldn’t. Laszlo pulled back from that position as he stared down at you, your eyes met again as you gulped down a little, his eyes travelling onto your neck as none of you seemed able to pick what words to let out first, too many informations gathered in six months that letters couldn’t covert.

His eyes raising up to yours, you moved first guiding his right hand still safe in your grasp inside that warm robe hiding your body, his fingers meeting with the obscenely thin fabric of your night dress, the shape of your breast clear under his touch, his thumb brushing over your nipple earning an immediate reaction from you. 

His breath itched, his tongue wetting his lips as you kept supporting his weak arm while his hand discovered once more what hidden treasure was the body of his wife.

His left hand undoing the silky bow around your neck that kept that useless piece of clothing closed, your breasts being exposed as he leaned his head down lacing his lips with you nipple and giving it a tempting suck, his tongue roaming over it as a sense of home and comfort surged into his stomach, then he spoke and his hot breath against your wet nipple made you shiver.

“Have you done the exercises that I gave you?”

“No”

His eyes shoot up at you, a mix between the need to scold you and desire in them.

“I could do it only with your letters” you added.

“Not touching yourself enough must have been painful, exasperating, you could have brought yourself to hysteria”

“I know, but I was waiting for this moment”

He smirked, the idea to be a vital part of your sexual expression turning him on immensely.

“Which letter was your favourite?”

“The one where you described your fingers inside me, I could imagine it so clearly while I was doing it to myself”

He almost let out a groan only by the sound of your words, the need to go knuckles deep inside you now almost impossible to hold back as the image of your distressed figure rolling onto the sheets trying to emulate that pleasure he only can give you clouded his mind.

His left hand almost angrily undoing the fabric belt the nightgown around your waist before moving behind your back to pull it off your shoulders, you gently let go of his right hand helping him in the task, your hands now tugging his jacket, his waistcoat, beginning already with his shirt buttons, you were so in need, but he was the same. He tugged his shirt off probably ripping off some buttons, the urgency you both felt filling the air.

His eyes trying to take in all your figure as you finally let go of that white dress.

“Oh, meine Frau, no statue or artwork or inspiration I have seen in this travel equals your beauty” he groaned as he felt like he almost forgot how he worshipped your body, how your only presence triggered obscene desires through him.

There was almost a moment of suspense before he leaned his warm body against yours, skin on skin again.

His erection already brushing over your lower stomach as you guided him onto the bed with you laying down for him. “Laszlo” you were about to beg him not to make you wait, not to tease you but his left hand fingers were already between you legs and a yelp of pleasure left you lips immediately.

“Soaked wet without me even touching you”

He was so pleased, you didn’t need to look at his face to know, but you whimpered when his long finger pushed inside you, he knew it, he knew exactly how to touch you, how to manipulate all of you. His lips laced to your neck, he sucked on it, bit it, hickeys soon will follow the passage of him. He is back.

To see your own neck pale and empty from his marks pained you everyday, but now he is at home and there won’t be a single centimetre of you spared. Another moan followed as his mouth found your nipples again, your legs trembling as a second finger joined the first one making you gasp for air. The ultimate pleasure approaching in you too quickly, abnormally quickly, but you missed him so much and six months without his care on you was a torment.

His prideful smile gave you the freedom not to restrain your pleasure, your hips jolting up and trembling, more wetness gathering on his fingers before he pulled them out knowing that it would make you feel empty.

He punished you with distance as he sat down on the bed, you crawled over him, legs still feeling like jelly as you forced yourself to straddle him. You didn’t need to rest, you wanted him to bring you to exhaustion and he knew it, he knew you won’t wait anymore. So you aligned him with your folds, his hard cock opening his way into you easily thanks to your recent orgasm, a loud growl leaving Laszlo’s lips.

“My wife, it appears to me that you’re back being a virgin after only six months away from me” 

You blushed because his words made you sensitive and proud in a very peculiar way, you moaned slowly beginning to ride him as he kept muffling how tight you’re pressing his forehead against your chest, his left arm wrapping around you. You voiced your pleasure freely, fingers tangling to the back of his head, now it was your turn to guide his pleasure, to set the rhythm, but the pace was slow and deep, the desire still feverish in you, but the closeness inspiring you tenderness. 

“How horrible to rest in the cold Wien without you, how empty to walk without your presence” he spoke directly to your chest, to your heart “every achievement was not an achievement if I couldn’t share it with you” he confessed, his hot breath against your breasts.

“You’re back now, next time we will come with you”

You smiled as his eyes shone looking up at you “my wife”

He loved to call you that, he always did, the pride in his voice when he asked you  to be his wife the first time came back to your memory. You didn’t need many nicknames, wife and husband, the holy duo, the balance, the symmetry.

“I love you, my husband”

You moaned against him, his fingers digging into your skin, his right hand settling over your hip.

You couldn’t guess how much it lasted, you impaled deliciously yourself over him, he loved to stare at you going on your own on top of him, love it, express fully your feminine power. His left hand teasing your clit sapiently mimicking your movements making it nauseatingly perfect, your mind clouded by pleasure. He cursed, he growled biting onto the side of your breast when filling you up and gaining another moan from you, he held you down as he kept rubbing your clit until he felt your walls clasp deliciously around him, he still didn’t want to move.

He loved to see you helpless, washed over by pleasure, legs jerking aimlessly and fingers pulling onto him and his hair.

You didn’t take time to recover from that second orgasm, his skilled fingers knowing their ways around you, you bowed your head joining your lips again, you still couldn’t believe it.

“I am such a lucky man to have you”

You smiled kissing his forehead “I am lucky with such a husband like you”

You stayed like this, hugging, the time to talk will come, the time to exchange gifts and come back to routine. But not now. After countless minutes you slowly shifted from that position, freeing his hard on from you but slowly moving beside his sitting figure staying on your all fours, the braid that held your hair almost completely loose.

“Come my husband, you only had one orgasm, I know you love even numbers”

The next morning the light from the window hit his eyes, he frowned stirring as he blinked tiredly. Your figure tangled to his in bed, the covers over the both of you. He kissed your forehead out of habit, the marks already forming on your neck made him proud, your regular breathing and gentle perfume mixed with the sweat of sex made his senses alive. You felt him move and woke up pretty easily, probably due to have slept alone for so long. You smiled at each other, no words yet needed, a soft kiss placed on each others lips.

The a soft sound, more like little sounds following one another, little feet rushing down the hallway.

“Mama” being whispered by a very shy boy, his clear brown hair peaking up from the doors.You smirked covering Laszlo completely with the duvets.

“My baby” you said sitting up holding the covers over your body.

“Mami!” He gasped surprised “what happened to your neck?”

“Oh, it is normal my baby, is it so late?”

He nodded and you smiled as he hopped on top of the messy bed, Laszlo smirked from underneath the covers, it seems like somebody took a habit of sneaking into the big bed.

You smiled as your boy resembled so much his father, he crawled to move to your lap and that’s when Laszlo sat up with a loud “Who’s in my bed?” holding his hand up like a claw.

The boy squared but soon threw himself against his father’s chest.

“Apa visszatért!!!” He shouted so loud at you like you didn’t notice Laszlo at all and you chuckled finding the two of them so adorable.

“I am going to get some breakfast done” you said willing to leave them their space. Laszlo nodded at you as you wrapped yourself into your dress and then the thick nightgown. You could hear them talk softly, Laszlo was all about speaking to him in his mother’s language but also in German, so your boy was always mixing the three. “Have you being a good master of the house while I was away?” “Yes Papa, I have been extra good and mommy was happy too, but it is not like when you’re here” Laszlo’s little chuckle won you over even by distance. You had to learn Hungarian through Laszlo, even if you were lucky enough to know German already. But how sweet it was to learn along with your boy.

“Little Andrea woke you up, mrs Kreizler?” The cook, a very nice and good hearted woman asked once you reached the kitchen still wrapped in your night clothes and redoing your braid.

“He did, but his father is back, I couldn’t detain him in any way” You assured as you instructed about the breakfast to make something special. When everything was ready and settled you saw the two of them coming downstairs together, Andrea holding his father’s weak hand into his, still babbling in German to him. The two of them still in their night clothes, you loved to be unruly with them, half of the world outside would be shocked to see a family have breakfast in their night clothes, but who cares. You sat all together as Laszlo begun narrating about his travel, Andrea almost forgetting to eat as he sat down staring at his dad with shiny eyes like he could disappear any time.

“Andrea, at least the juice” you said and he nodded vehemently in particular after you whispered something to his ear.

“Do you have secrets with me?” Laszlo inquired with a smirk, his messy hair a blessing in such bright day.

“Always had” you said with a smirk and he chuckled softly before standing up and leaving for a moment coming back with some boxes.

He handed his boy one and two to you, while Andrea was busy unwrapping the gift Laszlo moved behind your sitting figure “open the small one first”

You obeyed quietly as the box was clearly hinting it was jewellery, inside you found some white gold and blue sapphires earrings.

“Laszlo, you ..” He shushed you softly “come on, wear them for me, jewellery over night dress, a new fashion from Europe” He joked softly but you obliged his wishes putting them on, Andrea making happy cheering sounds as he found the model train of his dreams. The earrings dropped beautifully on you, framing the new Laszlo loved so much “I knew only a Venus like you could sport them” he said making you blush, he always spoke in a way that made you feel like courting never ended.

“What about this?” You asked about the second box and Laszlo smirked just gesturing you to go on. Inside there was a study for a portrait, your portrait, clearly inspired by the picture Laszlo had with himself of you.

“I met this young painter in Wien, a bit struggling with money but extremely talented as you can see, a craftsman that works with gold, I invited him to come here next month and work on your portrait, he fell in love with your figure already, I already know I will have to guard your safety.”

“What is his name?”

“Oh, he is not famous, Gustav Klimt”

“Well, we can make him famous then” you said and Laszlo just smiled more as you kissed his lips to thank him for the beautiful gifts, knowing Laszlo he probably had way more hidden in his trucks “I knew you’d say something this kind of sweet”

“Mama, you look beautiful” Andrea called you staring like he was waiting for you to say something and you smiled nodding “yes, now it is the perfect time”

“For what?” Laszlo asked as you took his hand guiding him to the living room.

“Please, take a sit now” you said slowly guiding him to his armchair, the comfort of the familiar place relaxed him, the fresh flowers in the vase, the books laid on the table.

“Andrea has a surprise for you” you said leaning to sit on the arm of the chair looking up a his confused face, but he was unable to let go of that smile creeping on his lips.

“Come inside darling” you called “we are ready”

You took Laszlo’s right hand guiding it on your lap, the curiosity already eating him alive as little Andrea came holding his little violin, still looking extra cute in that night dress that made him resemble some cute baby penguin. He puffed his chest blushing as you gave him a nod of encouragement, Laszlo’s eyes shining to see his son like this and the chemistry you two have.

“I have learned this piece to welcome you back home” he announced as his shaky voice betrayed a bit his nervousness.

He placed the violin carefully onto his shoulder resting his cheek on it, your hands holding Laszlo’s while tapping with you finger to keep the tempo for Andrea. The melody was simple, but quite impressive for such a young player, Laszlo was unable to look away from his son, from the way he relaxed while playing, for the way you clearly helped him to gain the confidence to do this little performance.

He looked up at you as you two shared that look of complicity.

Life was bright over Kreizler’s household. 

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[coffee-imagines]

Closets and Study Groups

Pairing:  Draco x reader

Requested? Yes/No

Warnings: smut, oral (female recieving) unprotected sex

Summary: After teasing gets to be too much for Draco, you find yourself pinned against a door in a small closet.

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You always loved teasing Draco until his breaking point. You actually prided yourself in it, the longer you could tease, the more your ego boosted. Sometimes your fingers would brush against where he needed you the most and Draco would get his hopes up until you would make an excuse about why you needed to leave. It seemed that this was the longest Draco had ever gone, and even you had to admit that you were reaching your limit of teasing him.

“Good morning darling.” You whispered in Draco’s ear when you walked up behind him in the common room, your hands making their way down his chest as you spoke. “I missed you.” You nibbled his ear slightly before tugging it when you let it go, hoping everything you were about to do was going to finally make Draco go over the edge. He was already breathing heavily, his hand coming up to hold onto your arm. You blew on his ear making him shudder, his fingers digging into your arm slightly making you smirk. “I have to go to a study group.” You smirked, sucking harshly on Draco’s sweet spot before pulling away. “I’ll see you after my love.” You added, kissing his head sweetly before you all but dashed out of the room and down a random hall. 

You smirked when you heard footsteps quickly following after you, but you just continued walking like normal, biting your lip to keep yourself from laughing. A squeak left you when you felt someone pull you back and shove you against the wall next to you. You met the face of your boyfriend, his eyes filled with lust. You smiled innocently up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck before getting on your tippy toes and kissing his nose.

“Did you want to join the study group?” You asked, caressing his bottom lip.

“You know I don’t.” He fumed, his hand twisting the doorknob next to you before pushing the door open, letting you stumble back into it all on your own. Draco stepped in, locking the door behind him before a light flicked on above you. “You’ve been driving me crazy.” He explained, pinning you back against the door. 

“Oh?” You asked innocently. “Was I not meant to?” You smirked up to him, your hand playing with the buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest when you began unbuttoning them. 

A gasp left you when your hands were pinned above your head, Draco’s lips meeting yours roughly. You hummed into the kiss and before you could deepen it Draco was pulling away. He nudged your head to the side with his, his lips starting to make their way down to your jaw. A breathy moan left you when he started nipping and sucking in all the places he could. When he let go of your arms to hold your hips you immediately ran your fingers through his hair, holding his head to you. A small whimper left you when Draco started sucking at your sweet spot, his hand making its way under your clothes a small groan leaving him when he felt just how wet you already were.

“Your turn.” Draco whispered in your ears before he slowly pushed his finger into your entrance. You moaned softly, your eyes fluttering closed when he started moving his fingers at a slow steady pace. 

“Draco.” You cried out in surprise when he added a second finger.

“I’d keep quiet unless you want to get caught.” Draco growled in your ear as he curled his fingers inside you making your hand come up to cover your mouth as a loud whine came out and you nodded your head rapidly. Your eyes met Draco’s and you couldn’t help when your head fell back against the door and your eyes rolled to the back of your head due to the look he was giving you mixed with the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “That’s it.” Draco praised jokingly, seeing your mouth left open agap with no noises leaving you.

“Please.” You breathed out after a while of his slow movements making him smirk. 

“Well since you asked nicely.” He teased, kissing you softly before pulling his fingers out of you making you whine. “Be patient.” He tapped your lips before he started kissing his way down to where you needed him the most. You shuddered when you felt his warm breath on your thighs, soft kisses being left while Draco pulled your underwear down your legs.

“Oh.” You moaned lowly when Draco’s tongue licked up your slit, your knees threatening to buckle under you. “Draco.” You whimpered, his tongue started to lick slow circles around your clit. You held his hair pulling him closer to you, nothing but whimpers leaving you while he picked up his pace. 

“Tell me how much you want it.” Draco instructed when he pulled away, his fingers making their way back in you causing you to melt against the door. He kitten licked at your bundle of nerves and you jerked at the combination of both.

“I want it so much. I need you Draco please.” You begged, your tone becoming more needy and desperate than either of you had heard before. You groaned and let your head hit the door when he pulled out and away from you, but your breath hitched in your throat when he felt his wet fingers press against your mouth.

“Suck.” He demanded, your eyes locked with each other as you opened your mouth slowly. “Good girl.” He praised when your tongue started to swirl around his fingers. Draco’s free hand went down to his pants, fumbling with it slightly trying to take it off with just one hand. You watched in amusement, swatting his hands away after a while and did it yourself. Draco pulled his fingers from your mouth, wiping them on his robes making you roll your eyes. You both started stripping the other, your clothes falling to a pile on the ground next to you.

“Draco!” You exclaimed when you were suddenly lifted off the ground, your legs immediately wrapping around him to hold on.

“Y/N.” He mocked, letting you sink down onto him when he pulled you in for a kiss.

Your fingers were digging into Draco’s back, your toes already curling at the agonizingly slow pace that Draco was moving. Pleasure was running through the both of you, small moans being the only noise that filled the room. When Draco shifted under you the next thrust sent him deeper into you, hitting your gspot head on. Your walls clenched around him, a loud moan leaving you making him groan in return. His pace picked up, every thrust now hitting the spot over and over again. You couldn’t think of anything else, his name falling from your lips endlessly, the knot in your lower stomach threatening to come loose.

“Cum for me.” Draco breathed against your lips, knowing you were already teetering on the edge when your legs began to shake. 

You didn’t have to be told twice, your orgasm hitting you full force, your loud moan sounding like music to Draco’s ears. He followed not far behind and you shuddered at the warmth that painted your walls. He pulled out, letting your legs fall from around him, both of you breathing heavily.

“Draco.” You breathed, your fingers playing with his hair as you both tried catching your breaths.

“Yeah?” He asked, his head nuzzled in your neck leaving soft kisses.

“There was no study group.”