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rockstvrdotcom · 1 year ago

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HOTHOTHOTHOTHOR Scara >>>

I’m demanding some more Scara pretty please <33 like him calling u darling (or some sweet name while fucking) for the first time and being shocked, but enjoying how much you liked the petname

❃︴⪼ MY DARLING

SCARAMOUCHE X FEM! READER NSFW

tw/cw: nsfw, oral sex, scaramouche is a SLUTT, pussy drunk!scaramouche🔛🔝

pov scaramouche makes luv to u instead of fucking u 😻😻🥰🥰💐💐💞💞💞💗💗

"please, (y/n). let me put it in— i'm sorry" he begged. he had been fucking your pussy with his tongue for hours now. you didn't allow him to fuck you just yet; your punishment for him. you had saw him flirting with the waitress while you guys were at a restaurant for your mission. you were infuriated.

and all of that lead to right now, his head in between your thighs and his cock painfully hard. he wanted to fuck you so bad— but he loved the way you tasted.

"fine." you groaned. he pulled his head away from your swollen pussy, eager to take his dick out and finally put himself in you. he aligned his cock with your entrance, his tip red and swollen, begging for attention.

he whimpered as he sunk himself into you, still making sure to pay attention to you; he played with your nipple between his thumb and index finger— slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you.

"i need you so bad," he whispered in your ear, his pace picking up. the feeling of pleasure made you dizzy as he hit all the right places; you bit your lip, your clit still swollen from all of the sucking scaramouche did.

he supported your neck, sliding his hand underneath your hair and giving you soft kisses all over. "i'm so sor- ngh~ i'm so sorry, darling— i didn't mean to flirt with-" he whimpered, but you shushed him. nodding and telling him it's okay. the name he called you made you clench around him; a moan escaping his mouth. he's never called you anything like that before. your cheeks were lit up with light pink.

he took notice, "you like when i call you that, my love?" he teased, making you look away as he continued to thrust into you. the name made you feel shocked; but it also made you feel all warm and fuzzy. made your heart feel warm— and maybe something else.

you could feel a knot begin to coil up in your stomach, the familiar euphoria of pleasure increasing. he kneaded your thighs as if they were dough, gently caressing them. your fingers gripped the sheets, "fuck fuck— scara, faster please" you pleaded, your vision going blurry.

he did as you said, going faster and hitting all your good spots harder than before. you could feel him twitching inside you, it was almost enough to drive you over the edge.

now he was eager to reach his high aswell. he drew circles with your clit as he picked up his pace— even though you thought he couldn't go any faster. your cheeks began to turn red, your back arching as scaramouche rubbed circles into the sides of your thighs.

"be a good girl and cum for me, won't you, princess?" he cooed, letting his demanding side take over; just for a second. moments after, you felt the coil in your stomach snap.

a wave of pleasure took over you. it felt like it was just you and scaramouche as your vision went white, chanting his name like a mantra.

as you were riding out your high, you felt him release inside of you. your juices mixed with his, your head sunk back into the pillows as he rode out his orgasm.

with half lidded eyes, you watched him lay down next to you, pulling the blankets over the both of you. he kissed you on the forehead, "sleep well, angel" he mumbled.

hope u enjoyed! feedback is appreciated <3 not proofread!

#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #smut #genshin impact #genshin #genshin smut #female reader #xreader

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seongminiz · 9 months ago

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hello my luv!! ngl i was laughing my ass off when i found out seongmin had beat taeyoung’s horse cock allegations😭😭 but like picture this.. you’re taeyoung’s best friend who came along that exact video and decided to tease him over it when he came for movie night.

“better shut your mouth before i shove it in to shut it for you”

also would it be alright if i could become 🫙 anon? much love to youu🤍🤍🤍

(not me turning this into a whole ass fic help)(n ofc u can be 🫙 anon !!)

review : ★★☆☆☆ , not that big tbh

minors dni ; ~1.7k words

warnings not proof read its like 3am i'll fix this in the morning , dom taeyoung , bratty reader , rlly lighthearted unserious n kinda fluffy , oral (m rec) , unprotected sex :3 (its not a jo seongminiz fic without it tbh) , creampie , big dick taeyoung :') , bulge kink n a little of size kink ig ? idk taeyoung refers to reader as tiny in one instance , liiittle bit of dumbification , i used the words cock n dick so much in this they dont even feel like real words anymore send help , some of the dialog is kinda cringe sawrry abt that , the whole smut part is cringe tbh im going to set myself on fire how am i a smut writer that doesn't know how to write smut

note no bc the way they were talking abt cock n balls on national television like CAN WE HAVE SOME DECORUM PLS anyways ! THE WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN CURED Y'ALL cant believe it took taeyoung having a small dick to fix this i love ur brain anon bc like .. YES . i can picture this so well . n i am NAWT letting the taeyoung monster cock agenda go no matter what seongmin says ik hes lyingggg

deep down u know what seongmin said was nothing more than a joke with barely any truth to it. it's not like you're unfamiliar with taeyoung's size, having your fair experience of accidentally rubbing ur ass against him while you were cuddling one too many times and causing some awfully awkward accidents because of it.

still, teasing taeyoung is wayyy more fun than acknowledging any of that. and for once, actually grinding down on him to get a reaction while you're cuddled up on your couch, watching a shitty movie you picked randomly, is fun too.

you can clearly feel taeyoung's bulge growing, just as you can feel him trying to move behind you to make it a little better (and ultimately making it worse each time), and you can hear the way his breath gets heavier by the minute, trying to stifle a few whines here and there you want to hear more of so badly.

when you 'innocently' grind against him once more under the pretense of stretching, taeyoung's last weak bit of restraint is gone. he groans, a hand firmly gripping your hips to hold you in place and finally stop your cruel shenanigans.

'can you stop that?' taeyoung asks, voice strained. 'stop what?' you look behind you and up at him, eyes wide in the fakest innocent expression you can come up with.

'you know what i'm talking about, you're...' he sits up, finally freeing himself from the close contact with you and quickly grabbing a pillow to hide his boner. you smirk to yourself, shaking your head as you sit up too. 'you're making me hard...' he finally says, lowering his voice so you can barely hear him over the movie playing.

'oh!' your expressions shifts to one of even faker concern, pouting a little. 'sorry about that. i didn't really feel anything, though, that's why i didn't notice...' you both know your explanation is bullshit. taeyoung knows that, he's sure of it even as you whisper something along the lines of 'i guess seongmin was right about it not being that big.'

still, he somehow finds himself trying to desperately defend his pride, barely managing to stutter out something about seongmin being a liar and how you both know you're just playing along with that whole bit for shits and giggles.

'am i?' you tilt your head to the side, keeping up your act as well as you can until the inevitable happens. 'you know, i've never really seen it, so how would i know? i guess until i do, i'll just have to trust seongmin on his word...'

for the first time that night, taeyoung actually laughs. 'if you wanted to see my dick that bad, you should've just asked,' he moves the pillow away, and you can finally shamelessly stare at his very obvious bulge as much as you want. taeyoung takes his sweet time with it , undoing the strings of his sweatpants and hooking his thumbs in the waistband before looking up at you, taking in your shocked expression and the way you're basically hypnotized by the sight of his still clothed cock.

because holy shit. you knew seongmin was just messing with him when he made that joke, you knew he was somewhat big, but this?

'this is a fucking monster cock what the fuck?'

the words leave your mouth before you can properly process them and, at the same time, with a quick motion taeyoung gets rid of both his sweatpants and boxers at once, finally snapping you out of your dick-induced trance.

just to have you plummet into an even worse one, probably. because not only is taeyoung's dick enormous, it also looks pretty as fuck.

'told you so,' he simply says, one of his hands gently lifting your chin so you can face him, his demeanor suddenly more serious. 'you're still okay with this, right?'

'of course,' you manage to say, breaking the heavy eye contact for a split second to steal yet another glance at taeyoung's dick. despite your voice shaking, and your actions not matching your words, you try to once again keep up that same act that brought you exactly where you are right now. 'plus, i was right, it's not even that big.'

'oh, really?' taeyoung's hand leaves your face and slides down to your shoulder, a silent command you follow with no objections, sliding off the couch and to your knees on the cold floor beneath you, right between his legs.

and face to face with his cock.

'let's hope it's at least big enough to shut you up, then,' taeyoung runs his hand through your hair, firmly gripping it 'maybe you'll be able to put your moth to good use for once.'

at that moment, you genuinely wish taeyoung was smaller. because no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to be able to take all of him in your mouth, using your hand to cover the part you can't reach.

truth is, taeyoung isn't as relaxed as he would want to be either. the simple fact you can't take all of him is enough to rile him up even more, fighting the urge to just take charge and fuck your mouth like he really wants to.

'so much for it not being that big, huh?' his words come out weak, broken by small moans and whimpers in between them.

of course you don't- you can't reply to taeyoung's taunts, at least verbally, so you opt for trying to take him deeper. the action makes you gag, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. taeyoung almost cums right then and there, his resolve slowly crumbling and breaking down as he pulls you off of him.

after all, he has greater plans than just cumming down your throat. and if the way you whimper and rub your thighs together once he leaves your mouth empty is anything to go by, you do too.

taeyoung gently helps you up and back on the couch. his lips are immediately on yours, pulling you into a heated makeout as he gets rid of your shorts and underwear, sliding one hand between your legs to be met with your soaked cunt. you whine into the kiss, pulling away from him and grabbing on his wrist.

'don't tease me,' you complain. taeyoung wants to laugh at you. after all you've done and said, you are the one who doesn't want to be teased? if that's what you want, though...

'right, you said it's not that big anyways, you should be able to take it right away, no?'

what taeyoung didn't expect you to do was actually agree. you desperately nod, hand still wrapped around his wrist 'i can take it, please.'

or maybe you can't, but at this moment you'd rather die impaled on your best friend's cock than admit you were wrong, even when all the evidence - especially your own lived one - points to your defeat.

you definitely can't.

that's what you realize as taeyoung starts to push the head of his cock inside you and your eyes immediately fill with tears.

'fuck... you're so-'

'i'm not the problem here, you're just fucking big.' you cut him off. your head is spinning and, despite the pain, you can't deny how good you actually feel. how full you are, even as you look down and realize he's barely halfway inside of you.

you close your eyes, squeezing taeyoungs's hand. when did you even start holding it? you don't remember, probably somewhere between when you yelled at him to 'fucking slow down' and when you threatened to 'cut your dick off if you dare to cum before you're all the way in'.

luckily for taeyoung, your threats will have to wait and his cock - a national treasure at this point - will live to see another day.

now that he's fully buried inside your cunt, you can finally adjust to his size, slowly relaxing until it doesn't hurt (that much) anymore. 'you can move,' you say after a while, your hips bucking up in encouragement as taeyoungs's grip on your sides tightens.

'fucking finally, i thought i was going to die before i got to properly fuck you,' his joke and your laugh to it are short lived, cut off by the both of you moaning in unison as he starts picking up his pace.

you're so overwhelmed, you can feel taeyoung everywhere inside you, so deep you're pretty sure you should be dead at this point. you're grateful you're not, though, you're pretty sure if you were you wouldn't be able to feel the way the tip of his cock relentlessly bullies your sweet spot, paired with his fingers right on your clit and...

'fuck look at this,' you whine when the stimulation on your clit subsides, but your disappointment doesn't last long, taeyoung places that same hand on your lower stomach, pressing on the very evident bulge formed by taeyoungs's cock ramming inside you.

'but it's not that big right? fuck... maybe you're right, i might not be that big, maybe you're just too tiny for me.'

you moan at taeyoung's words, too far gone to properly process them as you mindlessly nod. 'aw, did i fuck you too dumb? can't think properly when i'm fucking you this good?' he coos at you, and you can't do anything but nod again.

'so full... going to cum,' you can barely speak before you're clenching down even more on his cock, cumming with no further warning.

if taeyoung wasn't about to cum before, he definitely is now, his hips picking up the pace even more as he helps you ride through your high and starts to overstimulate you chasing his own.

his dick twitches inside of you, and you swear you couldn't almost cum again just from that, as his hips stutter and finally slow down, his cum filling you up.

you're both panting, trying to recover from probably the most mind blowing highs of your life.

when you make eye contact with taeyoung, he starts laughing again.

'what?' you ask.

'so? did i change your mind?'

you shrug, suppressing your own laugh 'eh, not really... it wasn't that big to be honest'

:3 thats it bye omg shitty ending everybody say thank u jo seongminiz

#🍰 seongminiz !#🧇 crvt !#💭 . 🫙 anon !#cravity hard hours #cravity smut #taeyoung smut #taeyoung hard hours

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trashbag-baby666 · 8 months ago

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Sweet Creature-Curt/Lemmons

Happy birthday to my dearest Curtielicious @mangokitkats !!!! Luv you I apologize this is a day late!!!

Summary: a glimpse into the first morning of Curt and Ken’s honeymoon in Italy!

WC: 1,613

C/W: NSFW, fingering, penetration, riding, y’know it’s smut.

A/N: I just wanted to say this is like an off shoot of my high school au of them as adults!!! So I’ll provide more lore at any request that’s mentioned in here!

MOTA Masterlist!

Curt had to click together in his mind whether he had died and woke up in heaven or if this really was his life. Ken sat by the window with his knee pulled up to his chest, his chin resting on it. A paintbrush rested between his dainty fingers, dancing a light shade of yellow over the canvas. He blinked a few times to clear the morning fog out, Ken still sat there with the early morning Italian sunlight kissing his bare shoulders.

“Good morning, Curtie.” Ken glanced over to him from where he sat. The remnants of last night's clothes and Curt’s prosthetic tossed onto the floor next to the bed. The soft white sheet haphazardly lay on Curt’s waist, his thigh peaking out just slightly.

“Surprised you’re awake.” Curt rubbed his eyes resting his arm on the pillow staring at the beautiful angel in the room. They decided to meet in Italy for Ken’s birthday. Curt had a flight to pilot there a couple days ago. Ken got off of work yesterday and flew from Wyoming to Orvieto, Italy, “Not jet lagged?”

“Slept on the flight. Slept hard for a couple hours after our love making. Decided to paint you.” Ken turned the canvas showing the beginning of a painting of him.

“Well you better be awake, Kennie we got a birthday wine tasting today.”

“Don’t remind me…I already felt extra crunchy when I got out of bed today.”

“Couldn’t stretch your legs on the flight?”

“Not everyone can have less legroom as an option.”

“Some of us are just lucky, well now you’re married into the luck of the Irish.” Curt winked rolling over in bed. “Come here.”

“Should I now?” Ken dropped the paintbrushes in the mason jar of water, swirling it around, turning the water a beautiful soft yellow.

“I’d recommend it.”

Ken smiled standing up off the floor and pulling the sheets off Curt. He leaned down running his cheek up to Curt’s mouth. “God I missed you, Curtie.”

“Missed you, doll face.” Cradling his jaw Curt stared up at his beautiful husband, “Lemme kiss you, come here.”

“Didn’t get enough last night?”

“I’m starving,” Curt mumbled out Ken sinking his lips into him balancing on his knees. The friction of his bare cock against Curt’s chest proved to cause some sort of sensations. Curt raked a hand into Ken’s golden curls tugging gently.

“Must’ve missed me?”

“Like you wouldn’t of fuckin’ believed, Kennie. I scoped out all the best spots in the Airbnb for us.”

“How kind of you,” Ken let out a little chuckle, tipping their foreheads together.

“Are you going to bend me over somewhere?”

“Of course, pretty boy.” Curt slid his hands down Ken’s thin waist to his hips, delivering a gentle squeeze.

“Right now I just want you on my cock, let the birthday boy go for a little ride, hm?” Curt purred, beginning to massage his thumb into Ken’s plump ass.

“Oh, I think I would like that.” Ken leaned over pressing his lips back into Curt’s, rocking his pelvis against his. The feeling of Ken’s perfect, soft skin providing a warm feeling for Curt inside of him.

Curt darted his tongue into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the others. The white gold heat of their dicks rubbing against the other Ken trying to pick up his pace.

“No, no, princess, you have to wait your turn.” Curt scooped up Ken’s hips off of his, the other man jerking forward slightly in Curt’s familiar calloused, rough hands.

“That’s unfair, it’s my birthday.” Ken pushed out his lip, softening his eyes.

“You don’t even want me to finger you?”

“Well…”

Curt snickered, reaching to the bedside table he had already prepared for their get away.

“You really thought ahead.”

“You know I did, sugar.” Curt snatched the travel size bottle of lube, “You want me to go slow, baby?”

“No,” Ken didn’t hesitate watching Curt squeeze out the clear gelish substance onto his fingers.

“Oh you whore, someone really is impatient.” Ken readjusted on his knees then laid his head back against Curt’s chests, “Ready birthday boy?”

“Mhm,” Ken murmured into his chest, feeling Curt’s fingers plunge inside of him with ease.

“Oh, hell.” He pushed his hips back into his fingers.

“Sit still,” Curt barked, pulling his fingers from Ken teasingly.

“Hmm.”

“Come on, pretty boy.”

“Ye…yes sir.”

Curt let his lips split into a small smirk, his cheeks running red hot. God he loved hearing those words leave his pretty, pink lips.

Sucking in a breath, Ken clenched down around Curt’s fingers. fighting everything inside to keep his hips still. Ken wanted to just let Curt hold his fingers there and just let him rock his hips back. Fucking his fingers until he came but that was not the case. Without even thinking Ken pushed his hips back into Curt’s hand just as he began to pick up his pace.

“Someone just can’t wait, can he? You just wanna ride me right now, you slut?” Curt pulled his fingers from Ken fast, whipping them on the sheets. Ken's mouth left slightly agape against Curt’s chest as he’s left empty and horny, “Hm I asked you a question?”

Ken turned a deep red, his cock twitching against Curt’s stomach. “Please, I need you so bad, Curtie.”

“Oh that’s my good boy right there.” Curt rubbed the others' hips, “Come on.”

“Yes, sir.” Ken nodded against his chest, sitting up with his hands resting on Curt’s pecks.

“Ready?”

“Mhm.”

Ken sat up on his knees letting Curt line him up perfectly with his entrance. The moment he felt his tip enter him he immediately lost it. Four days without Curtis Biddicks cock was some other worldly hell for him.

“Oh you feel amazing, darlin’.” Curt whined out grabbing onto Ken immediately as he began moving himself on his cock, “You’re such a gorgeous boy my beautiful, beautiful angel.” Curt stared up at the halo of morning sun swirling around Ken’s curls. Curt left a hand on his hips sliding his hand grabbing onto his cock.

“Oh hell,” Ken almost tumbled forward onto Curt but quickly caught himself on the bed frame.

“Must’a really liked that one?”

“Yes, sir.”

Curt let a wide, curling, devious smile enter into jerking his hand up on Ken’s cock again, “Oh, oh.” Ken stuttered out pushing a hand out against the bed frame.

“Mhm, you like that you little slut?” Curt growled pushing his hips into Ken’s as he sank down again. Ken threw his head back with a grunt as he finally let his body collapse forward onto Curt. His forearms resting on his chest, rocking his ass back and forth in attempted movements.

“Oh my god…Curt.” Ken whimpered into his chest, mouthing at him and nipping, his hips rocking. Curt almost balls deep inside of him right when he felt Curt hit his spot, “Please keep going. Mhm…”

“Oh you asked so nicely for it, who am I to deny you your orgasm?” Curt bucked his hips up causing Ken to feel the white, hot tension in his stomach tighten arching his back as he clenched his teeth together. “Come on, let me see your pretty eyes.”

Ken pushed his hips back hard as Curt grabbed Ken’s jaw forcing him to make eye contact. “So fuckin’ gorgeous and it’s all just for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Curtie. Oh my god.” Ken could barely form words moving his hips back and forth his cock in Curt’s hand. The white substance seeped from his tip, “m’ so close, daddy.”

“What was that, baby?”

“Daddy, I’m so close.” Ken felt the hot tears pricking his eyes, grabbing onto Curt’s shoulders and smashing his face into his collarbone.

“Do you want me to,”

“Please, oh my god, please!” Ken cut him off sinking his nails into his shoulders leaving little crescent moon indents.

“Cum for me you beautiful little whore.” Curt growled into Ken’s ear, the other releasing all over his hand, his body going rigid.

“I fucking love you, Kenny.” Curt murmured, filling Ken with the warm substance, Ken repeatedly clenching down into him his mouth agape. Ken laid on Curt’s chest while he rode out the aftershocks, Ken slowly mouthing at Curt his pink lips making a soft hum against him.

“I love you too,” Ken smiled. He felt literal euphoria. The sun lightening them golden, Curt’s soft skin on his cheek, and his big calloused hands on his hips. He felt like he was in heaven and he wanted to stay here forever.

Then the loud howling from outside the door started, “It’s your turn to let him out.”

“It’s my birthday!” Ken broke a wide smile on his cheeks and gently slapped Curt’s chest. He rolled off of Curt and watched him sit up and grab for his prosthetic. “Thank you.”

“Hm?” Curt turned, raising an eyebrow at Ken.

“For the sex.”

“It’s your first birthday present,” Curt stepped into his prosthetic and placed a kiss on Ken’s forehead.

“Well, unless it’s Barry Keoghan I don’t know if anything will be better than that…” Ken rested a hand on his chest and held a hand out for Curt.

“I can do the impression but I don’t see the resemblance.” Curt kissed Ken’s knuckles and grabbed for his boxers. Ken started giggling but quickly interrupted by Humvee starting his barking again.

“I’ll be right there Hums.” Curt tripped over himself putting on the boxers and caught that door handle before he could fall.

“Be careful.”

“Love you, oh and.” Curt stopped leaning on the door frame and tapped it, “Happy birthday my angel.”

#what’s waited till tomorrow starts tonight au #curt lost his leg in this au bc military #instead of dying guys!!!#curt x ken #masters of the air #mota #modern au #curtis biddick #ken lemmons #curtis/lemmons #curtis x lemmons #humvee the dog #ken has a daddy kink #theo writes #trashbag baby666 fics

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tteokbin · 3 years ago

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Horny catboy venti if your comfortable?? 😩

a/n: hi anon, i actually don’t take requests but i liked this idea so much i wanted to make this short drabble. perhaps i’ll take a few requests to see how i like this. sorry for the long wait!

mmm.. holding venti by his dainty throat n pinning him to the mattress,, meaty cock pounding all sense out of his stupid little head. i luv.

he’s covered in his own cum, tiny dick left bouncing between his spread legs as it twitches helplessly for attention.

venti claws at your strong wrist around his neck, gargling unintelligible pleads and hi-pitched moans. “stupid kitty, cant even talk straight can you?” you breathe out into his ear.

erratic thrusts slow into deep grinds. deliciously grazing over his throbbing prostate. venti whines and wraps his tail around your waist, encouraging you fuck him faster.

feline eyes blink slowly up at you, hazily taking in the sight of your perverted look. venti smiles up at you with that fucked out haze, slowly bucking his hips to meet your fat cock nestled inside his walls.

“ fuck me more. want more!” venti slurred out his demand before he even realized what he said, eyes widening as his ears stand in surprise at his own actions. “ w-wait, m’ sor— nng!!?”

harshly flipping him onto his stomach, you fuck into him at a brutal pace. pulsing cockhead bruising his bundle of nerves. “ giving orders now huh? should i put some fucking manners in that tiny brain of yours? mm?”

venti nearly screams at how deep your hitting inside him, your words combined with the delectable friction of the sheets against his swollen dick sends him hurtling into a toe-curling orgasm. with no warning but a loud moan ventis eyes roll into the back of his head as cum stains the sheets below him.

but you don’t stop. instead you tug at the base of his shuddering tail, using it as leverage to go deeper then before. scratchy wails fill the room as venti reels into his second orgasm embarrassingly fast.

sobs muffle into the pillow below him, mind going dumb at the feeling of your nonstop plunges into his fucked out hole. leaning down to whisper hotly in his ear: “ since you do whatever the fuck you want, m’ gonna fuck you full until i’m satisfied,” you snake a hand under him to rub his tummy “ fill you up so good with my seed you’ll bare my kittens. you’d like that wouldn’t you?” venti sobs out louder, ears twitching n pushing his hips back weakly to meet yours.

“of course you would.”

a/n: something small i wanted put out in apology for not posting anything in a while. TT.

#venti smut #sub!venti #venti x reader #venti x reader smut #sub!venti x reader #dom!reader #venti x dom!reader #sub! genshin impact #sub genshin impact #genshin impact smut #dom reader #🌐.venti

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miekasa · 4 years ago

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so i have been thinking about eren for far too long, here are some headcanons that i do not accept critisism for because i am right:

- he has a barely visible dimple on his left cheek and it's so cute when he smiles because it becomes more obvious and it makes him look so hot and you just wanna kiss his cheek and he smiles at you when he's having sex with you and you notice it and it gets you hot.

- he loves giving and receiving massages: you came home one day complaining about something and he offered to rub your shoulders and you liked it too much. now its a regular thing for you (you sit on his ass while he lays on his stomac and rub his back for him, does the same for you too, you whine about how heavy he is, he refuses to switch to any position because he likes that he can tickle you when you are in this position).

-eyelid kisses anon

so let me talk about his lashes, they are long and pretty, some are curled upwards some downwards, the ones pointing downwards are the outer corner ones, and he whines about them constantly bothering him and rubs his eyes and tries to kinda position them so that they stay upwards and he looks so cute pouting over his eyelashes being so long (like we get it you are hot 🙄).

likes when you sit on his lap, always wants you there when cuddling and watching movies, now one day you slumped on him a little too hard, and this drama queen will never forget about it, brings it up in small arguments like: “eren stop leaving your socks laying around”, “well you crushed my dick that one time on april 4th 2020” smh.

SHUTUP YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABOUT ALL OF THESE.... THE DIMPLE... anon I will pass away shut up shut up shut up I love that so much. Eren definitely smiles a lot during sex he definitely has a goofy kind of charm to him, especially the longer you’re together/more comfortable he feels with you. The way I would just. Stop mid-sex to poke his dimple, you’re right it absolutely would turn me on bye.

The massages... and you know his hands are Large, too. I have this headcanon that Eren likes to have you sleep on his back and he’ll do the same to you, too, so I can imagine him giving you a massage and then just using you as a pillow right after, saying some dumb shit like “Ah, now my pillows all fluffed out, time for nap!” and then, plop, he’s on you. And if you’re not on him/he’s not on you, I agree, he would totally want you in his lap!! He’s such a cuddle bug and I don’t even think he realizes how much physical affection means to him, but he’s definitely not letting you go anytime soon bye. He would be petty like that... man, he’s lucky he’s cute or whatever.

It’s always the tall, pretty boys with the long lashes, too, like damn, don’t you have enough... spare some for the rest of us 🙄 they don’t even need them, meanwhile I’m dropping $60 a year on mascara trying to achieve what he has... insanity, luv. Him, Connie, and Jean... I’m literally gonna rob their lashes, I swear to you.

#eyelid kisses anon #bro he's such a Boyfriend...... i cant explain it other than that he's just so good #he's so... unaware of just how boyfriendable he is he just knows hes in love he doesnt Get it Tho and it drives me crazy #like i wanna keep him tucked under my arm but also suck his dick its amazing i love him #minicanons #eren.ask #eren x reader

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thisbeatchachinglikemoney · 4 years ago

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Strange

Part 2 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Yoongi x BTS,

Summary: Yoongi has found his soulmate, but his trouble has only just begun. He has to tell the members, but their reactions are something he never expected.

Warnings: Angst, Namjoon being a slight dick to Yoongi, sad TaeTae.

AN: Thank you guys so much for the love already on this series. I never expected it! Sorry this one is a little bit shorter, but there was less I planned to put in this chapter. There is more Yoongi x Y/N next chapter, I promise!

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Y/N POV:

After last night, Yoongi had brought me to his own apartment in Seoul. He had had to go back into work as he had got a call from one of the other members of the group and he had to go back. So he told me the address and allowed me to stay there so we could talk.

It was strange, now being able to see the colour of everything. It felt like if I had to go back to seeing in black and white now, I would not be able to cope. Everything was so vibrant. There were infinite shades of blue, and red, and green, and purple, all of which had been different shades of grey for all of my life.

I had fallen asleep when I got to his apartment since it was so late. So I hadn’t seen the colours of the outside world; the colour of the sky, the sun, the clouds. I groaned as I pushed back the blankets, feeling the silk material of the main duvet slip and slide under my fingers. Of course Yoongi would have silk sheets. I giggled to myself as I swung my legs out of bed. I grabbed myself some new clothes and changed into them. But this time it was harder. I could see what colours clashed, and the thought of me walking around not knowing any better was now really embarrassing.

I flushed red as I picked out a white sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. It had just hit me - I was in Min Yoongi’s apartment. THE Min Yoongi. As in Suga of BTS. As in Agust D. I was in what was hopefully the guest bedroom. I gasped. What if I had slept in his bed? I quickly turned and made the bed before pulling open the curtains.

It was beautiful. The sky was a clear crystal blue. There were a few clouds, and the sun was a pale yellow because it was morning. It was common knowledge on what colour the sky and sun were. It was something constant and would not change.

I sighed to myself. I needed coffee. Hopefully he would have some. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me helping myself. Or I could get a delivery, but I didn’t know the address. I turned around and surveyed the bedroom better. The walls were a very pale grey, and the bed was a darker shade. There were light coloured pillows on the bed as well as dark grey silk sheets. There were framed photographs of cityscapes on the walls, and a white wooden dresser was opposite the bed against the wall. There was a wall of mirrors, which is what I assumed was a wardrobe. I pushed it open and saw it was empty. Definitely the guest bedroom.

I pushed open the door and walked out of the room. I looked side to side trying to remember which way was the front door and which way was the kitchen. I remembered that the living room was by the front door but the kitchen and dining room I had not seen so assumed were past the bedroom I had found. I decided to turn left and found myself in a large kitchen complete with black marble worktops and a large island in the middle.

It was then my eyes fell on it. The coffee machine. Okay, now a coffee cup. Where did people normally keep their mugs and cups and glasses? I began opening some cupboards when I heard the front door open, making me freeze.

“Y/N, are you awake?” You heard Yoongi call out.

“Yeah, I’m in the kitchen!” I called back.

Yoongi POV:

I felt bad having to leave her, but Taehyung called me. He had woken up and panicked when I wasn’t there. So I hurried back after giving her the key and directions to my apartment, hoping that she wouldn’t get lost. I walked with her part of the way, anyway, since it was close to the company building.

Taehyung was sat at my desk, spinning around in my chair as he waited for me. “Where did you go?” He asked, his eyes slightly wet and swollen. “I thought you had left me.”

I took a deep breath. He was beautiful. His eyes were a beautiful shade of chocolate brown, and his hair was a curly light brown. His skin was a lovely tan colour.

“Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung was looking at me worried now. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Was it a sasaeng?”

“No, nothing is wrong.” I replied. Now I had a choice, I either tell him that I met my soulmate, or I don’t tell him and keep it a secret. I decided to tell him - we were open to each other about everything, that way no one got upset over secrets that others had. “I think I met my soulmate, Tae.” I said, sitting down on the couch.

“What?” Taehyung stood up, looking surprised. “Are you sure? You either did or you didn’t.” He said.

“Well, I can see colours now, if that’s what you mean.” I replied.

“Really, you can?” Taehyung asked, straddling his lap. “What do I look like?”

“You look so beautiful, baby.” I said, resting my hands on his hips. “Such pretty eyes.” Taehyung blushed.

“So what are you going to do. What is she like?” He asked.

“Well, I can’t leave her. She was staying in the park when I found her, with all of her stuff. She’s clearly not in a good place right now, so I let her stay in my apartment. She is pretty, and from what I can tell, a very good dancer. She was dancing to Spring Day in the park.” I explained.

“You’re letting her stay in your apartment?” Taehyung looked a bit annoyed at this. I knew it was dangerous, but I trusted her, which was strange, considering I had only met her not even an hour ago.

“Yes?” I said, looking him in the eye. I was realising now he had a small mole on the end of his nose, as well as one by his lip. “I know it might be dangerous, but I do trust her, Tae.”

“Hyung, are you going to leave us?” Taehyung asked. I was silent. I didn’t know how to answer him as I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. His lips quivered and he nervously licked them. “Hyung?” His voice was smaller this time - sounding scared and unsure. “Please, no!” He begged, tears beginning to stream down his face when I still didn’t answer.

“Tae, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I said, reaching out to stroke his hair to calm him down. He flinched away from me, getting off my lap. “Baby, please, this isn’t my fault!”

“Yeah, well, you could have just rejected her as your soulmate.” He spat, his arms folded across his chest. Rejecting your soulmate is something that you would never want to happen to you. It was painful, the cords between you and your soulmate being severed apparently felt like a white hot knife. You would never want to inflict that on anyone, at least, I knew I didn’t.

“Taehyung, that’s not fair! You know what that would be like for her!” I said, standing up. I was getting annoyed at him now. He knew what that would be like for her, and for him to purposely want to put someone through that... I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“Yeah, but do you know what it’s going to be like for all of us? For me?!” Taehyung shouted. “We are supposed to be your forever, not some girl you met on the streets! For all you know she could be a whore out to get your money!”

“Kim Taehyung, you stop that right now!” I shouted, hoping that using my dom voice would get him to calm down slightly. “We need to have a group meeting about this! It’s not something I can decide on my own!”

“Well here’s my input, reject her!” Taehyung grabbed his coat before storming out of the studio. I sighed and sat down, burying my head in my hands. What a mess. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to the groupchat, saying I needed to have an emergency meeting with them all ASAP. They all replied saying they were on their way. Taehyung said nothing.

I guess that could be expected from him. Taehyung and I were the ones who started the whole polyamorous relationship. We started dating, but then decided that we wanted more, so we asked the members about it. Taehyung was my baby. I didn’t want to lose him, but I also didn’t want to cause Y/N unnecessary pain. I could already tell she had been through so much pain in her life and I didn’t want to be the cause of another source.

I made my way to our practice room and waited for everyone to arrive. It was quiet since it was so early. It was strange being here by myself - I was usually locked away in my studio until they texted me saying we were having a rehearsal, so I never realised just how quiet it could get. Yes, there was still the security guards and the night shift girl at the front desk, but they kept to themselves.

The door opened, revealing the maknaes, besides Tae, and Hoseok. “Hyung!” Jimin ran towards me, hugging me tight. I smiled and hugged him back. Jimin always thought he was too fat and always wanted to diet, but I was against it. He wasn’t chubby, he was just muscular. I could feel all his muscles when I hugged him. I cupped his cheek as I kissed his lips, making him smile and rest his head on my shoulder. Jungkook also joined in the hug, accepting a kiss from me as well.

“What’s wrong, hyung?” Hoseok asked as he shut the door behind him. “Did something happen? Where’s Tae?” He walked over to me and hugged me. “You look sad, love.”

“I’ll tell you all when Namjoon and Jin get here. Taehyung already knows, which is why he’s not here.” I explained, making Hoseok hum and nod, rubbing my back. The door banged open as Namjoon stumbled through, tripping over his own two feet. I chuckled. Such Joon behaviour. Jin was behind him, a hand firmly secured on his upper arm preventing him from falling flat on his face.

“Hey clumsy.” I said, with a small smile, making Namjoon scowl at me, and Jin flash a fond smile at me. I looked at all my boyfriends gathered before me. They had never looked more beautiful. The different shades of their tan skin tones, combined with their different hair colours was stunning. Both Jimin and Hoseok had blonde hair - Jimin’s was a similar shade as mine while Hobi’s was slightly darker, Namjoon had slightly faded purple hair, while Jin and Jungkook had their natural hair colours, except Kookie had green tips to his hair.

“What are you staring at?” Jimin asked, a slight blush to his cheeks.

“I found my soulmate.” I revealed, making them all go silent and stare at me. “And I know I am sure because I can see colours now.”

“How?” Namjoon asked. I explained how I had met Y/N in the park, and how I think she is an ARMY, and now she was staying in my apartment.

“That explains why Taehyung was so upset.” Jin said softly. “Yoongi, what are you going to do?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” I said with a sigh. “I can’t reject her, but I don’t want to lose you all in the process.” I bit my lip as I looked around. Jimin was beginning to cry, and Jungkook just looked lost. Hoseok looked neutral, but Namjoon was angry. Jin was trying to calm him down. Namjoon was the one who got jealous most easily. Him and Taehyung were. “Joonie, speak to me.”

Namjoon looked at me in the eye. “I suggest you go and spend some time with your new soulmate and figure out everything. If you feel like coming back to us, then you can come back. But until then, just stay away. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt.”

My heart stopped. Did Namjoon just kick me out? In the middle of us preparing for our comeback? “Namjoon, that’s not fair!” I exclaimed, making him scoff.

“No, you know what’s not fair. You finding your soulmate and having the audacity to tell us that you’re not sure whether you want to be with her or us.” Namjoon shouted, making me flinch.

“Is that really how you feel?” I asked, looking at each of them in turn. When none of them answered, I nodded my head. “Okay, I’ll come get my stuff at some point this week, and I’ll be at the meet and greet on the weekend.” I grabbed my bag and left the room, making my way to my apartment.

#strange #yoongi x y/n #dom!yoongi #dom!namjoon #dom!hoseok #sub!taehyung #sub!jungkook #sub!jimin #bts ot7 #bts x reader #Poly BTS #btspolyau #bts poly #soulmate au

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xmhhoe · 4 years ago

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xmh • fluff/smut • 2.1k words

Husband!Minghao, fem!pregnant!reader

You think your husband is not attracted to your body now that you are showing and have gained weight. If only you knew how much he really loved your new body…

warnings + fic under the cut ^.^ this is my first full smut so enjoy!

Warnings: fluffy smut, husband!Hao has a pregnancy kink, pregnant!reader has a pain kink (not really delved into, just a lil clit smack, hao makes fun of it a lil bit), minghao long dick agenda, uh, tiniest bit of degradation? (‘slut’ is used once in a joking manner), lots of dirty talk, pregnant sex, insecurity talk about weight so tiny bit of angst but overall just fluffy uwu hao luvs u

Minghao was torn. Like many other nights, he wanted to kiss you and love on you, but as soon as your head hit the pillow you were asleep, exhausted from a full day of baby-growing. He was laying on his side, his head propped up on one hand as his eyes ran across your peaceful features. He subconsciously pouted, looking at your soft, cute lips slightly parted. Catching himself literally uwu-ing over you, he laughed to himself.

But then his eyes traveled down to your nightshirt. It was a few sizes too large for you, your cleavage hanging out much more than it should have been. He didn’t bother to look away, leaning more comfortably into his hand.

Since you got pregnant, you gained a bit of weight. Your chest had too grown in size, but Minghao never commented on it, especially not after he caught you almost in tears as you looked at your slightly fluffier body in the mirror. Minghao always reassured you. I always knew you’d look beautiful carrying my child, he’d say. He wasn’t lying, amazed to see that the glow people claimed pregnant women developed during those nine months was real. What was also on his mind, but he would never say: You are so fucking hot now and I may or may not have a pregnancy kink.

His eyes were still on your breasts, his mind drifting to less than holy places; to the way he was pounding his hips into yours months earlier, slow but hard and deep. You had whimpered and flinched away from him at a particularly deep thrust, his tip kissing your cervix. The slight pain tinged pleasure caused you to clench around him, and he groaned as he wrapped his arms around you to hold you in place and take his long cock.

After you came around him he was already very close, but what pushed him over the edge was the way you begged him to fill you up, begged him to give you a baby. His baby.

Even now, when he snuck off to rub a quick one off, his head was filled with the fact that he was the one who knocked you up five months ago, it was him who got to cum deep inside you and claim you as his in the ultimate way. It riled him up so much, but he would never tell you, quickly nutting, showering, and sliding into bed next to you, kissing the shell of your ear as he pulled you close and fell asleep.

You opened your eyes, waking up to find your husband zoned out, staring down your shirt. You smirked, ready to tease him. “You look so spaced out, like you’re having a sex flashback.”

His eyes flashed up to your face, and he smiled, blushing slightly that you had caught him, especially since your joke was actually true; he was, in fact, having a sex flashback. You didn’t miss the way his eyes were darkened, as well as the way they were drawn to your too low shirt collar. “Well…” Minghao trailed off, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wait, you actually were?!”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep laughing,” he fake pouted, as he pulled the covers back to get up and go to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” but before he could walk away you grabbed his arm.

“Wait, baby,” you purred seductively. You crawled onto your knees on the bed, pulling him back in front of you and running your hands up his toned abdomen. “I can help you.” But before your palm could press against his bulge, he pushed it away.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he smiled and turned to walk away again. “I can take care of it.”

You let him go, frowning. “But Hao, I- I thought…”

“Hm?” he turned back around, thinking you were trying to ask him for water or a late night craving snack or something. When he turned around, the sight of tears in your eyes almost alarmed him, but it wasn’t unusual for your hormones to cause you to cry over non-serious things like this. “You want me to get you something first?”

You sighed, a hand over your baby bump, a habit you had developed over the past few months. The collar of your shirt was still dipping down further, while some of the fabric of your shirt bunched around the top of your bump, the bottom of the shirt revealing just underneath your engorged navel. Minghao could see only a hint of your panties stretched around your thicker thighs and ass.

The sight made his cock jump and harden further, wanting to just go over and lift the shirt over your head and off. He palmed himself lightly, but you were too distracted by the insecurities flooding your thoughts to see the effect you had on him. You pulled the bottom of your shirt down, trying to cover yourself in front of your husband’s eyes, taking his rejection of your touch as him losing interest in your body, something you thought you were sensing since you had started showing. From your perspective, he never initiated anything anymore, and when you finally worked up the courage to initiate it with him, he pulled away.

You couldn’t meet his eyes, looking at the ground as a tear finally escaped down your cheek. Minghao rushed to your side. “Hey, don’t cry, I’ll get you whatever you need, princess. You want that ice cream? Or the pickles-”

“I thought I was still beautiful,” you cut him off.

“..what?” Minghao was thoroughly confused.

“You said I was still beautiful!” You began to feel angry. How dare he get you pregnant, and decide he wasn’t attracted to you anymore!

“You are beautiful!”

“Then why can’t you have sex with me?” You felt pathetic begging your husband for this kind of affection. “You know what, Hao, nevermind. Just forget it.”

You went to crawl under the blankets, wanting to hide until you gave birth and lost weight, toxicly thinking that only then you could get your husband to be attracted to you once again.

“Baby..” your husband laid behind you, placing a hand on your arm. “You think I don’t find you beautiful anymore?”

You suddenly felt bad. Minghao had been an angel throughout your whole relationship, let alone your pregnancy. He always found himself putting your needs and comfort above his. Now that you were pregnant, that increased tenfold. You need pickles and ice cream at 2 am? He’s on it. Feeling nauseous? He’ll be beside you holding your hair back. You’re suddenly mad at him for… something? He stays calm and will let you rant, then cuddle you when you feel bad for yelling at him and start crying.

But he can’t help it if he just isn’t attracted to you with a little more weight and a bigger belly, right? Maybe you were the unfair one… You thought this out loud to him, and he let out a laugh.

“Why are you laughing?”

“You really don’t see how much I love your body like this.” He came closer to you, his hand finding its way up your shirt, feeling your warm skin. “Do you want to know what I was thinking about earlier?”

“The sex flashback?”

“Mhm.” His bashfulness from earlier about this topic was long gone, his voice low in your ear. His hand found your breast, massaging as he kissed your neck. “I was thinking about one night in particular.”

“Go on.”

“Well, it was about five months ago-”

“So, before I was pregnant,” you deadpanned. “Really Hao-”

You jumped when he pinched your sensitive nipple, but your body reflexively pressed further into his touch.

“Let me finish, princess.”

You pressed your thighs together to relieve some of the tension he was building within you.

“Remember that night, I was fucking you so hard, I went too deep and you tried pushing me away, but you kept screaming don’t stop?”

You moaned at his words, feeling yourself get even wetter.

“Do you remember, baby?” his voice was gentle, but his words were fucking you up, in a good way.

“Yes, I remember.”

“Mm, do you remember what I did next?”

“Yeah,” you answered as his hand slipped between your thighs, prying them open as you shifted more on your back. He rubbed up and down your slit over your panties, feeling the wetness underneath. “Fuck, Hao.”

He smirked. “Remind me.”

“You held me still, pulled me closer,” your hips began canting towards his fingers, wanting more of the contact. “Fucked me harder, so deep, it hurt so good.”

“Uh-huh, and you came so fucking hard, right?” he slipped his hand underneath your panties, giving your clit more direct attention as you sighed in relief. “Fuck, yeah, you made me cum so hard, so good,” your head was hazy, your body more sensitive than usual. You wondered briefly if it was due to your hormones or not being touched in so long. Either way, Minghao noticed too, and slowed down the circles on your clit.

“Yeah? Your cunt got so wet and so fucking tight around me, but you know what really made me get there?”

“What?”

“When you begged me to cum inside you and give you a baby.” You could feel his erection poking your side as he finally dipped a finger inside your pussy, massaging your walls a bit before squeezing another long finger in. “I came so deep inside you, and now you’re gonna have my baby. Everyone knows; this baby is mine, this cunt is mine, and you are mine.”

“Hao, I’m gonna cum,” you let out between whines.

“Already?” he teased but didn’t stop his fingers, pressing on the rough spot inside of you, thumb on your clit, and lips on your neck. You arched your back and held onto the sheets as you were pushed over the edge, clenching tightly on his fingers. He rode you through your orgasm until your legs closed around his hand in sensitivity. Stopping his movements, he kissed up your jaw to your lips. The kiss was soft and loving before getting more heated.

He pulled away, smiling at your fucked out form. He sat up on his knees, pulling his boxers down and taking his erection out. You opened your legs back up, biting your lip at the thought of him between them.

“Look at what you do to me,” he said, giving himself a few strokes as he moved between your legs. He helped you take off your shirt and prop some pillows behind you to get the pressure of your belly off your lungs. “I still think you’re so beautiful and sexy, baby, even more now.”

He rubbed his tip through your wetness, your legs jerking when he passed over your engorged, sensitive clit. “I just never wanted to bother you, especially when you’re so tired.” He leant down, his lips ghosting yours as he lined himself up with your entrance. “But I’ve always thought about fucking you like this,” he pushed in with a grunt, grazing his hands down your bump. You let out a squeak at the long cock suddenly filling you. “..even before you were pregnant.”

His hands found your breasts again as his hips settled into a rhythm. “You thought about fucking me like this? You mean, pregnant?”

He had a sheepish smile. “Yes.” He could see the amusement in your face at uncovering another one of his kinks. “Interesting…” you dragged out. He pinched your nipple hard and you bit your lip, furrowing your brow in pleasure. “Hey no kink shaming, pain slut.”

You playfully slapped his pec, your hand dragging down to feel the ridges of his toned muscles. He planted his hands on the bed beside you as he hovered over you, speeding up. His hips snapped into yours, grunts and moans filling the room. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing as you screamed his name and orgasmed. His thrusts lost their rhythm as he reached his high inside of you.

He pulled out, rubbing up and down your thighs as he watched his release drip out of you. He ran three fingers through the mess and gave your sensitive clit a small smack. You jumped at the contact, a weak smile on your face. Your husband laid next to you, finally kissing your lips.

“You want me to run a bath?”

“Yeah, in a bit. Let’s just lay here a bit.”

You both lay in each other’s arms for about two minutes, Minghao’s hand on your belly, rubbing up and down, before you broke the silence.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Can you get me that ice cream first?”

#minghao smut #seventeen smut #the8 smut #seventeen imagine #minghao imagine #minghao reaction #minghao preference #svt smut #minghao scenario #minghao x reader #the8 x reader

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nicolewoo · 4 years ago

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The Weekend Part 2

Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader (Roman Reigns X Reader), Fergal Devitt X Reader (Finn Balor X Reader), Drew Galloway X Reader (Drew McIntyre X Reader)

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

Fergal fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. He hadn't been sleeping well, so I was happy to see it. I, on the other hand, couldn't get my mind to stop spinning. This afternoon had been so amazing right up until the jealousy. We'd have to figure that out before any permanent decisions were made.

After a while, I realized that I wasn't going to be able to sleep. The best thing I could do is get up, drink some water and play a little candy crush until I could relax. As I sat on the couch in nothing but a t-shirt, I thought back to today. I wanted all 3 of my men to feel appreciated, and in truth, Joe had one on one time with me this afternoon. If that was what caused the jealousy, I simply need to let Drew know I cared for him too.

Silently, I slipped into Drew's room and out of my t-shirt. He started stirring as I held back the blankets to slip into bed. His deep gravelly voice asked, “Princess?” I crawled into his arms, smiling as I felt his kiss on my forehead. Leaning up, I brushed my lips with his. I felt him smile as he pulled me closer to him. Knowing that his chest hair would tickle my face all night, I rolled over and pressed my back to his front. I felt his heavy, muscled arm drape over me and pulled me close to him. He let out a contented sigh and fell back to sleep. I followed soon after.

The bed shifted as Drew climbed out of it. Bright rays of sunshine streamed through the curtain. “Princess,” Drew whispered. “Go back to sleep, love.” I tried, but it wasn't happening. As I went to stretch, I realized that nearly every muscle in my body was sore. Really sore! I squeaked out a little yelp just as Drew came back to the room from the bathroom.

“Are you ok?” He was by my side before I even finished the yelp; his hands running to my cheeks.

I covered his hands with mine and assured him I was. “I'm really sore this morning.” I grinned up at him.

He simply smirked down at me. “I don' doubt it, princess.”

“Listen, I know this is funny, and I'll be happy to laugh about it after it stops hurting.” I fake whimpered which elicited a warm smile from him. “Could you get the Tylenol out of my purse?” I asked.

“Yes, ma'am.” He left, and I could hear him in the kitchen. “Guys, we might have to change our plans for today. Our princess is sore.”

The sound of Joe's chuckle filled the air, and I heard Drew explain that it would be best if they could not tease me about it yet. Fergal ducked his head in the door and came to my side. He pulled the blankets back and started running his hands over my legs massaging the sore muscles. “You ok, luv?” he asked. I assured him I would be, but taking a hike today was not a good idea.

Drew returned with my purse, “I'm not gettin' in your purse. Who knows what kinda stuff you've got in there?” He passed me the bag, and I grabbed the Tylenol.

“What the heck do you think I keep in my purse?” I teased as he handed me some water.

“I don' wanna know.” He smiled before looking at Ferg, “Why don' we make some breakfast in bed for our gal?”

Fergal agreed. “Stay here,” he said brushing a sweet kiss to my forehead. The idea of my men taking care of me was tempting, but I had to get up to stretch out, so I pulled my sore muscles out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I joined the guys in the kitchen, they all looked disappointed.

“We were gonna serve ya breakfast in bed, princess.” Drew said as he pulled me in for a hug.

“I have to stretch these muscles out anyway.” I said as I took a seat at the table.

Joe came behind me and placed a plate of food in front of me. “Maybe we can give you a massage later to help.” He offered after placing a kiss on top of my head.

The three of them massaging me? Oh, I could go for that! “That sounds fantastic.” I admitted.

As Fergal sat next to me and gave me a quick kiss, “I t'ink we can handle t'at. Did you have trouble sleeping?” He arched an eyebrow at me.

I couldn't answer with my mouth full so I nodded. When my mouth was empty, I whispered to him, “I hope that's ok?” I referred to leaving him and joining Drew for sleep.

“Of course, luv.” He squeezed my hand. He continued, “So, you’re not up for a hike today?” he asked.

I answered a bit too quickly, “No!” which elicited a smile from all three men. “But I know you Ferg. You're going to get cabin fever if you stay here all day.”

“Cabin fever?” he asked.

“Restless.” I answered.

“Bored, and she's right Ferg. You can barely sit still on a regular basis. Why don't you and Drew go hiking? I won't mind staying here with Y/N.” Joe said.

I could tell the offer was made with the best intentions, but a spark of anger crossed Drew's eyes. I tapped Fergal's leg with my hand and nodded for him to see Drew's jealousy. He placed his hand on mine and ran his fingers over my knuckles. He nodded at me to let me know he'd seen.

“Boys,” I glared at all three of them. “We need to talk. Grab your breakfasts and sit down.” I commanded. A look of apprehension passed Joe's face, and Drew grimaced. Once they were seated, I started. “If this is going to be a permanent situation, we've gotta get some things straight. I've noticed a lot of jealousy already.” I looked from Drew to Joe, and both hung their heads in guilt. “Fergal and I have talked, and we are interested in continuing this, but we've got to get a handle on this jealousy right now.” Ferg nodded in agreement. “Each of you has traits that I adore. Joe,” I looked at him and placed my hand on his forearm, “You're my sweet teddy bear. Drew,” I said placing my hand on his forearm in the same way, “You're my giant Scottish King. You two HAVE to understand that you are both important to me. If you two are jealous of each other, this won't work. Drew, do you want to continue this? With all three of us?” I looked at him.

“Aye, Princess. I'm sorry.” He grabbed my hand off his arm and kissed my knuckles.

“Joe, Do you want to continue this with all three of us?”

“Yes, baby girl.” He rubbed my knuckle with his thumb.

“I'm going to need you guys to communicate your needs with me too. If something isn't right, I want you to tell me. If you need more one on one time with me, communicate that to me. We can work through it. Do you both agree?” They both did, and I looked to Fergal. “Babe?”

“You know I'm good with this.” He smiled at me. We had talked about it before going to bed last night.

“Good. Now....” I started thinking of how to handle today. “Why don't you all go find a gym and get a good workout after breakfast? I can stay here and stretch out my muscles. Hopefully, I can get back to feeling somewhat normal again.”

“The offer of a massage still stands.” Drew said softly.

“How about we do that after your workout?” I asked.

“You got it, baby girl.” Joe replied for both of them.

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“Massage time!” Drew announced as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. “Let’s get these clothes off Princess.”

There were hands everywhere quickly removing my clothes as well as their own. “You need to take your clothes off to give me a massage?” I asked.

Joe huffed out a laugh. “Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what’s going to happen after this massage.” He picked me up and unceremoniously flipped me onto my stomach. The men had obviously discussed a plan of attack before they got back to the cabin, because they each took their place right away.

Joe was in charge of my right side, Drew on my left and Ferg stood knelt next to my head massaging my neck and shoulders. We may have known how the massage was going to end, but my guys still took the time to massage every part of me, adding kisses from time to time. I watched as they worked, eyeing the taut muscles rippling under skin, the carnal smirks as they massaged my breasts, the lust in their eyes when I moaned in relief and of course their rock hard dicks. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

Joe was massaging my legs when his hand slowly crept up my thighs.

“You feeling better yet, Princess?” Drew cooed out softly.

I was going to say yes, but Joe slid his finger over my sex and I gasped when he flicked my clit. “Oh yeah. She’s ready” he said. “Aren’t you, Princess?”

I looked up at Drew and nodded yes. He leaned in, kissing me gently as Joe began kissing my thighs, moving up so slowly. As I moaned into Drew’s mouth, Joe nibbled playfully at my hood, quickly followed by flicking his tongue over my clit. My moan turned into a needy mewl, and Drew broke the kiss, looking down at me.

“Is Joe making you feel good?” He teased as he stood and towered over me. I whined and tried to wriggle, but Joe wrapped his arms around my legs holding me still. “Ohhhh. He is. Isn’t he?” He brushed the back of his fingers over my cheek. “Open that mouth little girl.” Drew grabbed his huge cock in his hand and pressed it against my lips. I opened wide and stuck my tongue out obediently.

“Ah, Dat’s ma good girl.” Ferg brushed his hand over my hair before he pulled my hand to his dick.

I grasped and sucked at the same time, eliciting a moan from both men. “You take my cock so good.” Drew said as he thrust into my mouth again. I quickly found a rhythm to stroke Fergal while Drew filled my mouth and part of my throat over and over. Fergal began playing with my nipples.

Even after last night, the feelings of all three of these men pleasing me was overbearing. My core clenched in desire as hands and mouths explored my sex, my body, my skin. I whined out in the painful need; a tear rolling down my temple into my hair.

“You ok princess?” Drew asked as he pulled out of my mouth suddenly. The other two men realized something was wrong and stopped too, which only made my need worse.

Fergal wiped the tear that escaped my eye with a gentle brush of the back of his fingers. “Love?”

I nodded before I could answer. “Yes. Just….”

“Just what love?” Finn asked. Would I disappoint them if I asked for a little less stimulation? Ferg leaned down close to me and looked me in the eyes. “Tell us.” His tone was gentle and caring, and I saw only concern from all three of them.

“I’m just a little over-stimulated. I know I handled this and more last night, but it’s just too much right now. Just a little too much.”

“That’s understandable, baby girl.” Joe cooed to me. “How about you tell us what you want?” He asked.

I should have known the guys would understand. They were all so sweet. I smirked at Joe, “Well, for starters,” I put my hand on Joe’s shoulder and started pushing down. “Keep doing what you were doing.”

All three of the guys laughed as Joe resumed his place between my legs. One long lick across my sex elicited a long moan from me. Ferg moved to the head of the bed, picking up my head and placing it in his lap. He began to stroke my hair lovingly.

“There we go, lass. Is that better?” Drew asked.

I looked to him and took his hand. “You are all such,” Mid-sentence, Joe had dipped two fingers in my sex as he sucked my clit. My back arched, the tension in my core becoming unbearable. I needed to cum. When he curled his fingers to brush my g-spot, I exploded with a near-feral groan.

“T’ere ya go, luv.” Ferg cooed down to me. He waited a minute before asking, “Better now?”

Him stroking my hair felt so good, so soothing. The sensation so different than the wild storm of lust that was rising up in me again. Joe peppered kisses up my body until he came face to face with me. He looked entirely too proud of himself as he leaned in to kiss me deeply. He didn’t speak, but instead let out an almost imperceptible growl in my ear, which made me smile. He wanted to take me now. I knew it. I wanted that too, but there were 2 other men to please, and we both knew it.

“Lay down here.” I tapped the bed beside me and Joe laid down. I curled onto his chest lovingly as Drew laid down behind me, his hands caressing my body softly, his lips softly pressing into my neck. It was a sweet moment as all three of my men held me, but it was over too fast. Drew’s hand slid down to my ass, caressing and grabbing at it as he lined his cock up to my slit.

In one long stroke, Drew buried his massive cock inside me. The pleasure caused me to jerk, and I ended up looking at Joe. “Is this ok, princess?” Drew’s words were nice, but there was a desperate need tempering his voice.

“Yes!” I was quick to answer, and my enthusiasm made the guys chuckle.

As Drew slid out and back in me, Joe hooked his fingers under my chin, lifted my face to his and kissed me. I gasped into Joe’s mouth as a third stroke caused my back to arch. I couldn’t lay still…. Not with how good Drew was making me feel. I couldn’t just stay and enjoy Joe’s kiss. I leaned up on my elbow as Drew found a good rhythm.

“You ok, luv?” Fergal asked. He was being so patient. I smiled up at him for a second before Drew’s next thrust. Each time he entered me, it was faster and harder until he was pounding that massive cock inside me so hard that I couldn’t think straight.

“Y…. Yes.” I answered as soon as I could.

Joe rolled onto his side, resting his hand on my hip as he cooed out praises to me. “You’re doing so good for us, baby girl. So good.”

Drew fucked me for an eternity. At least it seemed like an eternity. I began to worry about my other men, but they continued to sooth me and praise me. I came 3 more times as he continued, hard and fast. When he finally found his release, he came all over my hip and ass. Ferg got wet washcloth and cleaned me up as Drew laid recovering behind me. Once done, Drew turned me over and pulled me onto his chest, kissing my forehead as he thanked me.

“I should be the one thanking….” My sentence was interrupted by Joe’s fingers sliding into my wet cunt. My surprised moan elicited a chuckle from the men.

Joe wasted no time, filling me with his length before I could even think about it. He may have been the sweetest of the three but that gentility disappeared the second he was inside me. His fingers grabbed greedily at my hips, pulling me back onto his cock over and over. I was pretty sure I’d have bruises on my hips, but right then, I didn’t care.

He fucked me so hard, I thought my cervix might be bruised. It was sweet pain. I came again and again, losing myself in the tide of my orgasms overtaking me. A scream jarred me out of my bliss. It took a minute for me to realize I was the one screaming; screaming in a combination of pleasure and pain. Joe spanked me hard, the burning in my ass fading into tingling and heightening my ecstasy. Hearing my moan, Joe spanked me again. As before, I couldn’t stay laying on Drew’s chest as Joe’s thrusts pushed me into me jarringly.

Joe locked his lips over my neck, sucking a spot until I was sure it would bruise. A brief thought of how much makeup I’d need to use on the bruise was quickly pushed out of my head as Joe thrust again.

Fergal reached for my hair, bundling it up into a ponytail as Joe continued. Ferg handed the ponytail to Joe, who needed no instruction. He grabbed the hair willingly and began to pull my head up hard; using my hair as leverage to fuck me harder. The combination of his hand grabbing at my skin, him pulling my hair and the delicious friction between my legs was overwhelming and yet, perfect. The pleasure built until it was a combination of pleasure and pain. Just as I was certain I couldn’t stand another minute of it, he growled out as he came, pulling out of me and leaving his seed spread across my other hip and ass.

Ferg was quick to wash me up again, and the bed rustled as the men adjusted, but I couldn’t find the strength to open my eyes and see what they were doing.

“Love?” Ferg was in front of me. I opened my eyes to find that Ferg was laying next to me. Drew was gone and Joe laid on his back recovering. “Are ya ready for me?” I could hear the edge of desire in his voice. He was desperate; needy.

I dreaded the mere idea of another round, but as Ferg’s blue eyes looked into mine, I knew he’d be gentle with me. His hand came up to my cheek, his thumb caressing the curve of my face. Seeing nothing but gentleness from him, I nodded yes. “I’m a little overstimulated.” I warned.

“I know love,” He pulled my face to his and kissed me softly, carefully. “I know. I’m going to be careful.” Turning us until he was above me, Ferg pushed his knee between mine and took his place between my legs. Brushing his dick over my sex, Ferg smiled when he found I was still very wet.

Slowly, gently, he entered me. I may have been over-stimulated, but the second I felt my lover inside me, the fire in me re-kindled. Yes. I could go one more round. One more for my men.

I surrendered to Ferg, and he did not disappoint. We made love, soft and slow. Joe slipped out once he was recovered, and I heard a shower turn on, but as Ferg reached down and started circling my clit with his finger I forgot about everything that wasn’t in this bed. I exploded moments later, my core clenching hard around him. “Fuuuuck.” He moaned out, and I knew he’d lost control too, cumming with a wild roar as he emptied himself inside me.

He laid beside me, gasping for breath as he recovered. I was completely spent, unable to move at all. Ferg curled around me, gently caressing my skin with his fingers as he kissed me softly. When Drew returned a few minutes later, wet and gloriously naked, he quickly scooped me up from Ferg’s hold, kissing my forehead as he carried me to the bathroom. “You ok, princess?” he asked as he set me down on the side of the tub that was now filled with warm water.

I moaned my agreement, barely able to keep my body upright. “Can you handle this part alone?” he meant pee. When I nodded yes, he ducked out of the bathroom, letting me handle the necessary task. “Ok babe. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He picked me up and helped me climb into the warm bath. Sitting on the floor beside me, Drew carefully washed me before putting me back to bed with a couple of Aleve and water. Obviously the guys had discussed this, because Joe now came to lay beside me, pulling me onto his clean and slightly still damp chest. My heavy eyes closed now, and I drifted off to sleep completely sated.

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babbushka · 5 years ago

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Helllllooooo! I luv u!!!! How about Flip with the OTP Angst prompt list. Number 20/ you ruined my life With Number 34/ I can’t stop crying??? Pls & Thank u!!!!

His tongue is hot in your mouth, heavy, thick. It licks across your teeth as your mouth drops open, as you pant pant pant against spit slick lips. Flip chases you, in between breaths of cigarette smoke and the musk of your sweat, he bites at your lips, gets them swollen, gets you whining. He kisses you like he’s dying for you, you kiss him back like you’re starving, like you’re desperate, because you are.

His hands are hot, ten pronged brands, claiming you with each pinch twist roll grope of his palms. He slaps your thigh, watches the flesh jiggle, digs his fingertips into the meat there. When all this is over you’ll bloom into the most beautiful bruises where he grabs you too tight, where you tell him to grip you harder.

He’s on fire, Flip is, on fire for you.

“Where do you think you’re goin’ wiggle worm?” Flip asks as you shimmy up up up the bed, trying to get a better angle, trying to give yourself more room as his cock fills you to the brim.

He’s pushing you with it, shoving you up the mattress with it. His hips slam against yours with an audible smack and you moan, oh how you moan high and loud. He swallows it, tongue chases it, hands reach for it, reach for your throat, keeping you in place.

“Flip – I – oh honey.” You can’t even get it out, a proper sentence. You can’t, not with the way he’s been fucking you dumb the past two hours, making you work for it, making you come so hard you don’t know which way is up anymore.

“C’mere ketsl, c’mere baby.” He pants, as if you’re not as close to him as you could possibly get, as if your nipples aren’t brushing against the hot hot hot skin of his chest as he bends and twists himself to meet your mouth.

“I want to come so bad.” You whine against his lips, mumble into his teeth, suck on his tongue and moan like a whore for him because damn it feels good to have your husband’s dick in you.

If you could, you’d spend all day every day like this, splayed out on your back, a pillow princess getting fucked for breakfast lunch and dinner.

“I know, I know just a little longer I’m right there.” Flip assures you with great difficulty, face pinched up where it’s shoved against your cheek, your noses knocking as he grinds up against your gspot.

“You’re so mean, so mean to me – oh!” You gasp, eyes flying open and toes curling in the damp sheets as you push your body up against his begging aching desperate for more, desperate for the way his cock slides in and out of your pussy, the head of it fighting to find your gspot again and again.

“Yeah? Tell me how mean I am, cry on my cock.” He grunts, the hand on your throat squeezing tighter, making tears slip down your cheeks and into your hairline, wetting the pillowcase, spit-soaked from when he fucked you from behind before fucking you like this. “You like that? Like my big Jewish dick?”

“Yeah it’s – oh fuck – oh honey, you’ve ruined my life with this dick.” Your throat clicks as he covers your mouth with his own, teeth clacking together as he chases his own orgasm too, “Ruined me, how can I – oh!! – how can I do anything else other than want to get fucked?”

“Okayokayokay I’m there, I’m right there – fuck!” Flip pulls the hand away from your throat and drops it to your clit instead, and oh that is the answer to all your begging, the combination of his teeth sinking into your lip, dick in your cunt and hand on your clit, your eyes roll back and you sigh,

“Yes yes yes yes – !”

He comes first, you can feel it. Can feel the way his hips go all off course, off rhythm. He grunts and pants in your ear, sending goosebumps all down your arms, filling you to the brim. But you’re following soon after, your nails scratching deep lines into the valley between his strong shoulderblades, your knees hiking up and squeezing his hips so tight.

He grabs a pillow from the floor, a casualty to your sex, and shoves it under your hips so you don’t get any lower back pain, so you don’t get sore. He’s thoughtful, even blissed out like this, always so thoughtful as he lazily rolls his hips against yours, arms a trembling cage around you.

“I can’t stop crying.” You laugh, on cloud nine, higher than a kite with the way stars fill your vision. You can feel his come in you, can feel the heat of it, on fire all the time, even inside you, even after the flames have died down.

“Can I kiss you a minute?” He mumbles, rubs the tip of his nose against the smile lines of your cheek, and you turn to him like a flower turning to sunshine, allowing him whatever he wants.

“Course you can honey, thank you.” You mumble right back, although the words sound fuzzy and you laugh again, and he laughs, and soon he’s pulling out of you and pulling you to his chest where you can feel the rumble through his sticky skin.

“Did I really ruin you with my cock?” Flip asks shy, always so shy after stuff like this. For such a big dick, an even bigger ego, he was always so shy.

“Mhm, I want you all the time.” You reach up to tug on his ear, adoring the way it sticks out when his hair gets all sweaty.

“Good, because fuck if I don’t crave this pussy.” Flip tells you with a little smack to your lower stomach, before reaching over for a cigarette as is his tradition.

And as the two of you laugh pleasure-weak against smiles, you brush the hair out of his face and think to yourself, damn, damn he’s hot.

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman/reader #flip zimmerman x you #flip zimmerman/you #flip zimmerman imagine #flip zimmerman smut #flip zimmerman fluff #blackkklansman #Anonymous #cowboy answers

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lennonsprincess · 4 years ago

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I cant wait for all the fics to come out later, I'm going to read them and have a good night so thank u so much 🥺👉👈 Can I request a fic about john really loving Paul's ass? Paul has a really big ass and so john and him are watching tv and john starts to play with his ass, and lays his head on it as a pillow, and slaps it, and they have sex and john pulls out at the end so he can come all over Paul's ass Tysm !!🥰

*smut*

John/Paul

John and Paul were lying on the couch with the TV turned on. They weren’t exactly watching the TV, they were really just sitting quietly, enjoying each other's presence. They were both stripped down to their underwear, not seeing the point in putting any clothes on as they were alone. Paul was lying on his stomach with John sitting beside him. He was taking up most of the couch but John wasn’t going to complain because he had a wonderful view of Paul’s lovely ass. John loved Paul’s ass. It was one of his favourite things about Paul. It was big and perky, and John just loved the feeling of his dick buried deep inside it. John groaned quietly at the thought of fucking Paul and decided to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

John grabbed a handful of Paul’s ass, causing Paul to let out a surprised noise.

“Hey!” Paul yelled, looking back at John. “What are ya doing.”

“Just feelin’ ya up, kitten.” John said, giving it a squeeze and slowly pulling Paul’s underwear down. “God... I just love your arse, baby.” John groaned as he brought his face down to place a few kisses on Paul’s soft buttcheeks. Paul giggled and squirmed at the sensation of John’s soft kisses.

“Mmm J-Johnny…” Paul giggled.

John slowly pressed his face against Paul’s soft cheeks and turned his head to face the TV.

‘This is the softest pillow I’ve ever used.’ John throught.

They sat like that for a while until Paul started to squirm, causing John to lift his head off of Paul. John went right back to playing with Paul’s pretty ass, spreading his cheeks apart so he could get a good view of Paul’s tight hole. John brought a finger down to trace around Paul’s rim, watching as it clenched and unclenched. John groaned at the sight. Oh what he would give to sink his cock into that tightness. That’s when John remembered he could do just that.

John quickly got up off the couch and shuffled over to his bedroom.

“W-Where are you going?” Paul yelled, sad that John had stopped his fun with his ass.

John didn’t reply, but was back in no time with a small bottle in his hand. Paul felt his stomach start to tingle when he spotted the bottle of lube in John’s hand.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with your ass, Paulie” John mumbled as he got back on the couch, giving Paul’s ass a light smack.

“Oh… John.” Paul whimpered at the feeling of the hit.

John grinned at Paul’s moan, as he coated his finger in lube and brought it down to Paul’s hole. Paul shivered when he felt John’s wet finger circle his rim, dipping in every once in a while.

“Uhh… put it in Joh- aH” Before Paul could even finish, John had shoved two fingers inside Paul. He slowly curled them inside Paul, loving the moans and whimpers he pulled from Paul.

“Ooh… Johnny…” Paul moaned, grinding his ass back against John's fingers.

“You like that, princess? You like my fingers in your delicious ass?” John teased.

“Mm… yes.” Paul continued to push back against John’s fingers, needing them to be as deep inside him as they could.

“You’re so greedy, baby… is there anything else you want?” John asked, thrusting his fingers even deeper inside Paul.

“Ah! Y-Yes… I want more… mm!” Paul whimpered.

“What do you want, kitten?”

“Y-Your cock…”

John groaned at the confession and slowly pulled his fingers out of Paul. John quickly slid his own underwear down, revealing his throbbing erection. He grabbed a hold of his dick and rubbed some lube on it.

“Babe... hurry up…” Paul mumbled, wiggling his ass to tempt John.

John moaned and slapped Paul’s ass, causing him to squeak in surprise.

“Soon… you’ll be begging me to slow down, luv.” John chuckled as he lined up his dick with Paul’s hole. He could already feel Paul rocking against him desperately.

“You’re so naughty, Paulie.”

And with that John pushed in. He groaned at the sensation of Paul’s tightness wrapping around his eager cock.

“Oh… fuck Johnny~” Paul moaned when John bottomed out.

“You’re so tight baby.” John growled as he started to move inside Paul.

“Y-You’re so… mm big~”

John started to pick up the pace, watching as Paul’s ass jiggled with every thrust.

“Oh god, princess… the view from back here is amazing…” John moaned.

“Y-Yeah?” Paul whimpered out.

“Yeah… your pretty arse is fuckin’ jiggling for me… fuck I love it so much…” John rambled, picking up his speed.

John suddenly had the urge to spank Paul, just to see how much it would jiggle then. He reeled his hand back and let it down against Paul’s ass harshly, never letting up on his thrusts for a second.

“Oh fuck!” Paul screamed at the slap, bringing him closer to orgasm.

“You like that, kitten? You like it when I spank you?”

“I-I’m close Johnny…” Paul moaned. He felt as if one little movement would make him come. He was right.

As soon as John hit his ass for the second time, Paul came. He released all over the couch, screaming out John’s name.

“Mmm fuck… that’s it baby. Let it all out.” John picked up his pace, chasing his own orgasm.

“Ah, ah, ah! J-John!” Paul’s voice trembled every time John hit his prostate.

John looked back down at Paul ass, a sudden thought crossing his mind. There’s only one way John could make Paul’s ass look even more delicious. As soon as John felt he was about to cum, he pulled out, releasing his hot jizz all over Paul’s soft, red ass.

“Mmfuck…” John groaned, as he stopped coming.

He immediately brought his hands down to massage Paul’s cum-covered ass.

“How was that, princess?” John asked, rubbing his cum all over Paul’s ass

“Mmm~” was all Paul could make out.

#mclennon #john/paul #mclennon fic #mclennon smut #john lennon #paul mccartney #the beatles #smut #fanfiction #requests

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cnc-hoebayb · 6 years ago

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How’s that taste?

Aahhh sorry i haven’t posted any good content in a minute, but i got some more coming luvs

This is like a Joel x Reader for y’all, but also dedicated to my long lost twin @la-saffron 😘

Lmk what u all think!! <3

“I have a surprise for you,” you stand back facing towards your apartment door, blocking the entrance with a big smile on your face.

“Alright,” he watches as you lean against the door, anticipation eating at you to open it now. “I’ve never heard anyone say there’s a surprise before it even happens so that cool,” he comments sarcastically and you grab the keys, eager to get the door open.

“Shut up just get in,” you grab his hand and yank him into the room, trying to capture his reaction as he observes the scene. Your apartment together was small, but you somehow managed to get in all the decorations and props squeezed in perfectly.

He covers his face with his hands like a little kid and laughs. He reaches out to touch small plastic palm trees and admire the precise printed cutouts of paper monkeys draped through them.

“You’re so extra, dude..” he stares at you with wide eyes, making his way through the rest of the apartment. The bathroom is beach themed, big colorful towels covered the door and floor, and the bathtub filled the slightest bit with water and some kinetic sand you found at the store.

“I ain’t cleaning that,” he says as he sees the mess. “Cállate, just keep going,” you lead him into your bedroom. You had printed some almost perfect beach and jungle views and taped them to your walls, trying to make it look like they were outside the window.

Everything else looked pretty traditional. You had gotten some things his Abuelita gave you guys, and laid them out across the room. A thick colorful blanket covered your bed, papel picado was draped from the walls, and small figurines were strategically placed on your dressers.

His smile was soft as he noticed all the familiar items. “Baby, what is all this??” He pulls you into a hug and kisses your head.

“I know how much you wanted to go to Mexico for your birthday, and then plans got messed up from life,” you started and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the sides of it next to you. “So i brought Mexico to you instead.”

He walks to you on the edge of the bed and stands you up in front of him. His hands wrap lightly around your waist, linking back with each other once they meet behind your back. He gives you a dreamy kiss on the lips and rests his forehead on yours.

“I love it,” he says and squeezes you close. “It’s the most tedious and dramatic thing I’ve ever seen in my life...but i love it.” You push him back a little and make him sit on the bed.

“Oh you thought this was it?” You say in a commercial ad voice and he giggles. “Wait, there’s more..” you zoom out of the room and go to grab the last surprise.

“Aw nooo wayy” he gasps as you bring it in. “I had to call your mom and make sure i made it right,” you say and set it on the small table beside your bed.

He’s basically drooling and doesn’t take his eyes off it. “No mames güey,” he reaches a finger in to take some frosting. “Tres leches is my shit,” he closes his eyes and groans as the frosting hits his tongue.

You stare at him unbelievingly, “damn maybe i should give you and the cake some privacy.” He ignores you, ready to just dig in with his hands with purpose. You quickly reach out to stop him and his sneaky hands.

“Can you at least open your present first, then cake??” He pouts and gives the biggest puppy dog eyes he can. “Finneee,” he whines and crosses his arms with a huff.

“Hold on, ummmm,” you search around the room for something you needed. Your eyes lock to Joel’s head and you find an alternative. “Alright, no peeking,” you say and he jumps a little as you quickly drag the bandana from his forehead and place it over his eyes.

You tighten it up and grab his face in yours, whispering sternly to him. “No matter what happens, you don’t take off this fucking blindfold,” he laughs at your reference to the movie you both just watched and plays along.

You leave him and go grab the small gift box from your closet. “Okay dont take it off yet, but here it is,” you say and get the gift situated in front of him. He must’ve taken that as an invitation to grab it, so you try not to lose it as he accidentally reaches out and takes a handful of cake instead of the box in your hand.

“Aww shoot,” he holds his arm out, trying not to get the mess anywhere. You laugh a little and try to help him. “Joel wait, no-“ your attempt to help turns into a lost cause when he blindly swings his body towards you, splashing some cake onto your hands and arms.

“Yikes,” he says from behind his blindfold and reaches up to take it off. “Don’t do that,” you grab his sticky hands and bring them out in front of you. “You’ll get it in your hair,” you continue and look around for something to clean yourselves with.

“Did you look.... there!” He laughs as he slaps his hand right into your face, knowing how much of a mess he just made on you. You lick your lips, clearing not even half of what he left on you off.

He’s smirking from his seat on the bed, bandana still over his eyes. “It’s on,” you lunge at him with a handful of more cake and smash it on his cheek. He tries to fight back but can’t see any of your incoming moves.

He uses his strength to push you off of him, then using his hands to trace your body and find your face. Once he reaches your mouth, he tries to shove loose crumbs he scraped off his own face into yours.

Your fight is useless compared to the force he has over you. So you decide to take him off guard. His hand smashes into your cheek with a fistful of frosting, and instead of backing away, you grab his hand and pull a finger into your mouth.

He stops out of shock and you swivel your tongue around, clearing the sticky mess off him in an instant. He’s quiet as you then slowly slide his finger out of your mouth, running your tongue across the length of it the whole time.

He doesn’t move an inch, and you watch his lip twitch a little when you test his limits by licking a stripe up his palm. He gulps hard and you smile as his expression hardens.

You know you should be focusing on his birthday and the rest of the gifts you got him, but-

Seeing him just sit there, blindfolded and somehow with all of his cocky yet shy boy tendencies surfacing right before you... what the hell, who wouldn’t want this kind of surprise on their birthday anyway?

You take the initiative and nudge him back a little, making room at the foot of the bed for you to comfortably sit on his lap. He’s caught off guard for sure, nervous laughing all while settling you down on him with firm hands.

His hands roam the air trying to find your face but instead end up on your neck, sticky fingers and all. Long, frosting covered fingers slide upwards, almost inviting you to put them back in your mouth as they brush across your lips.

You kiss at those strong digits and this time take in two, watching as his mouth quivers open. He takes his hand back and feels for your lips with his instead. He tastes like sugar and you want to taste more.

You travel down and kiss at his neck, licking up in spots where it needed to be cleaned. He held back a small whimper and you push him back onto the bed. His shirt was already on him barely buttoned, so it was a breeze to open it fully.

His curls bounced in front of his blindfold bandana, little strands matted together with cake. You were surprised at his ability to keep it together and not unblind himself yet. You shimmied your butt into his crotch and felt the heat rise.

And like that, there was no way you could wait any longer. “Take it off,” you say as you start to unbuckle his pants for him. He leans up on his elbows and yanks the bandana off, eyes already low and full of lust.

“I have another idea..” he jolts up in an instant and throws you down onto a pillow. He grabs the same bandana and before you know it, your eyes are being covered. You don’t fuss or put up a fight, just let it happen, and immediately your other senses feel heightened.

He tightens it from behind your head, making sure not to tangle your hair or get it stuck - god how could he be so damn cute at times like this.

When his hands finally leave you, the sound of his pants being undone further leads you to start undressing as well. He stops you before you could take more than your shirt off, softly capturing your hands in his, and silencing you with a kiss.

You feel his body leave for a second and you lay there in anticipation. When he comes back, the first thing you feel is his fingers gently painting something onto you. Starting at your neck, down past your breasts, and finally ending right below your stomach and above where your pants settled.

Without warning he brings the same fingers to your mouth, inviting them in himself. You take them in and realize they were covered with more frosting. You lick them clean and hear Joel hold back a low noise.

You blindly reach out to touch him, tangling yourself within his curls at the back of his neck. He starts to leave open mouthed kisses along the trail of sugar, using his tongue to help the process.

His tongue laps at your skin in long intervals, working his way lower as you writhe under the touch. A soft whine escapes your lips and he reaches the end of the line.

You feel his tongue stop right above your belt, his strong hands now taking their time to remove the lower half of your clothes.

The air hits your exposed legs and it’s agony to not see his face. He’s silent and you don’t know what his motive is, where he’s looking, or even how much of a mess you probably look right now.

The next thing you feel from him is his now naked body on top of yours. You clench your legs together tightly, wanting to get some friction from anything, you couldnt help that you just wanted it all now.

He settled your legs around him, his dick resting right on your thigh. He takes the tip in his hand and gently rubs it through your folds, everything already a slick mess.

And Joel was never a vocal kind of guy in the bedroom, but with your eyes trapped shut and every other sense at its best work, you could hear the small falter of his breath. The way his voice caught in his throat as he felt you out.

You bucked your hips up into the action, signaling to him you were ready. And without need for anything else, he slammed into you with a purpose. The impact pulls a squeal from you and you feel it deep in your gut.

He stops there, adjusting the both of you to find the most comfortable angle. When he lifts your left leg up a little, you hum with pleasure as he hits something different.

That sound alone is enough to tell him where to keep going. He throws that same leg over his shoulder, for sure testing your flexibility to the max. Your thighs burning as they spread farther apart.

He pumps into you at a now steady pace, knowing exactly how you like it after all the years and experience you’ve had to practice together. He was never too rough, always afraid to hurt you or go too far.

He leaned in as close as he could to your ear, whispering through airy pants, “ta’ bien, amor? You like that??” You nod shyly under his body and feel a quick surge of electricity run through you.

Every thrust into you makes your eyes squeeze tighter together from behind the blindfold, a continuous rhythm of ecstasy. He suddenly lifts your hips off the bed, driving in deeper at another level.

His strokes were short yet fulfilling, he never needed to be too rough, he always got the job done in the best way he knew you wanted. Which at this moment, was with every inch he could manage to fill you with.

After a couple minutes passing, he was able to catch on to the expressions of your face and gauge what to do more of. He let your leg off his shoulder and helped wrap them around his middle. At this point your entire bottom half was lifted off the bed as you felt him shove all he had into your core.

Your hands grasped at the sheets beneath you and you clench your jaw. A long drawn out moan from you fills the room and Joel shudders from above.

“Joel-“ you mutter between thrusts, “dont stop- ooh- just like that.” His body tenses a little and his fingers dig tighter into your skin.

“Take it off..” he groans and you’re so lost in the feeling that you almost forget the fabric over your eyes. “I wanna see you,” He edges you on and you take no time to snatch the bandana off and toss it to the side.

Your eyes adjust to the dim lighting and the sight of him after all that time is heaven. The frosting in his curls finally dried over, little splotches still plastered over parts of his face and neck.

His face is concentrated and there’s a small sheen of sweat on his forehead. The veins in his hands and forearms pop and his bottom lip is being crushed by those pretty front teeth.

You look down to see him entering you time and time again, causing you to throw your head back a little to hold yourself together. Your jaw drops open to a soundless moan, and he finally locks eyes with you.

He drops your hips down and uses his pent up strength to lift your back off the bed. Your chest is flush with his and he presses his forehead to yours, noses slightly brushing, lips only a short distance away.

You help match his work while in his lap and ride him fast, chasing after your orgasm desperately.

You rise up one last time and his hands slam you back down onto him fully once more. Your walls tighten around him, feeling that throbbing heat from him about to explode. A scream wants to break free from your throat as the wave hit you, but nothing comes out.

Joel lulls you through it by resting his lips against yours, letting your soft whimpers get caught between you both. Your eyes focus on each other as your body starts milking his own climax.

He sighs heavily against your lips as his thrusts seize, spilling every last drop deep inside of you. You watch as his eyes gloss over, the spark of lust still burning bright as ever.

He holds you to him tightly, the both of you trying to keep the feeling of each other longer. Your neck and cheeks are showered with soft, tired kisses as his dick softens inside of you.

You climb off of him slowly, reciprocating to the affection as he lays next to you on the bed. He kisses your nose and stops there to rest his cheek on you.

“Damn if that wasn’t just it, i can’t wait to see what the actual present is,” he jokes and you scrape a piece of cake off his eyebrow.

“Well lucky for you because part of your present is now a replacement,” you glance at the scrap of cloth that was once a perfect, pretty little bandana, now covered in sugary mess. “I think that one has a new purpose to it now anyway..”

#me writing this 💦#sorry kt took so long to post!!!#also did yall get my birdbox ref slfjsa #mi joelito #joel pimentel imagine #reader x joel #cnco smut

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harryff · 7 years ago

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Chapter four Part two. Bellina

Reaching for her phone he grabbed it and threw it to the side “tha's not needed right now luv” he spoke before she could interject crashing his lips into hers making her lay down she smiled. He was hungry for her, famished, she was what he needed because the hard on he had was becoming painful. His spongy lips pressing on her neck. Love bites around the columns of her neck. His cologne tickling her nose only intensifies her want for him.

Her breaths shallow his hands roamed around her body, trying to take off the dress that was denying him the pleasure of feeling her skin.

Trying to pull it down Bellina protested “Ow! Ow Harry!” she pushed him back

“Wha’?” he asked confused

“It's taped to me” she said before turning around and reaching for the areas which had been taped down. He reached for the dress and was able to detach it with no problem however the tape on her skin was another issue

“Just rip it off”

Without hesitation he did that 4 times twice on her shoulder and twice on her abdomen Harry kissed each spot immediately after she squealed when he kissed her sides. He places soft kisses down her back before turning her around. He continued to feed his hunger and her moans become louder and he knew the music he had set to play was not going to muffle her sounds

Lifting up he looked at her, his voice smooth he says “yeh gotta be quiet Bell”

“Don't you want them to hear me scream your name Harry?” she challenged, her nails dragging down his arms.

His eyes widen in a daze he looked down in awe every other woman he slept with always agreed because after all company was around majority of the time, and even though they agreed it always ended up with loud screaming and theatrics he didn't quite care for

She slipped her hands into his shirt “Hmm Harry? don't you want them to know how good you're making me feel”

“Do whatever yeh please Bell” he said breathing heavy he didn't know it was possible to get anymore harder but he did. He leaned back down to kiss her he wanted to be in better control, take things slow, but he couldn't, his body was taking over and his mind was there for the ride. He started fumbling with the straps of her teddy mumbling

Sitting up Bellina, said “let me take it off Harry” he sat on his knees watching attentively slowly she unclasped the hooks that were found in the middle of her chest and on the side of her neck she pushed it down, breasts bouncing around being freed from their entrapment. Laying down she brought her knees up and lifted her legs up to take off the rest, spreading her legs in front of him. Once she was done she sat up and kisses his stomach slowly unbuttoning his shirt pushing it off his shoulders Harry helpless at this point watched as she teased him sliding her hands down she unbuttoned his trouser and unzipped his zipper releasing some pressure dragging her hand down his member.Throwing his head back “Fuck” it came as a whisper mixed with a heavy huff. She grabbed his hand pulling him down she softly and said “come Harry.” He envied her, her control, she was able to push down her desires to fulfill his. Completely submitting to him she let him take control.

As he kissed his way down,he stops at her breasts kneading them before taking each nipple into his mouth sucking and twirling his tongue around the nipple making suction sounds as he moves from one to the other looking up at Bellina with a sly grin on his face only causing her to giggle. Kissing his way down he places sloppy kisses and bites down on anything he could get his teeth on. Biting spots that causes her to jerk away and giggle. Reaching her thighs his hot breaths made her anticipate what was to come. He started with a few tender kisses on her inner thighs which led to her pussy. A soft lick to get a taste followed by another more forceful lick that went between her slits and ended at her clit she moans out in pleasure. His lips around her sweet mound he switches between licking and sucking. He dips a finger into her. She gasps the fluids secrete down his finger onto the bed, he makes love to it with his tongue. Her legs shut instinctively to stop the orgasm from happening. Harry forces her legs open, he wasn't done, not this time not until she sang his name. Legs trembling trying to close shut, back arching it came like a flood of water unable to be stopped. He stayed there for awhile making sure to suck in the juices. Somehow in the process his pants came off and now he was naked. He placed soft kisses on his way up stopping once again at her breasts.

Positioning himself between her legs. His penis pulsates near her vagina, the heat radiating from her center causing his tip to go crazy. Harry kissing her gets in the perfect position to become one with her, slowly he inserts the tip which caused a sharp inhale and her body to tense up and clench her legs on his waist. He raises on his elbows to look at her. Her hand covering her face out of embarrassment. “Look at me” his voice raspy and smooth. She removes her hand and smiles at him caressing his arm “relax luv” he bends down to kiss her she puffs, her legs barely force themselves to depart from his waist. He pushes more in only for her legs to retreat to the same position “Bell” he protests glancing down before looking back up at her “I'm sorry” she smiles, she couldn't help it, it was a natural reaction it had been a while and Harry was blessed to say the least. Digging in her thighs with his hands he pulls her closer and spreads her legs “relax” he soothed he was halfway in and he was barely holding on so this situation wasn't really helping. Lifting one leg up placing it on his shoulder he leans down he kisses her looking into her eyes removing the strands from her face waiting for her body to relax. he finally pushes all the way in she whimpers in pain grabbing onto the sheets her legs shaky from the muscle spasms letting her leg go he lets her get used to the size while he gently maneuvers his hips. He watched as the pain in her face subsided to pleasure the hands that once grabbed the sheets were now positioned around his waist gripping at his skin.“Slow” she whispered in his ears as her hips joined his rhythm. He was engorged this was pleasure he had not felt in a long time. She moaned his name calling out to him kissing his shoulder. Biting down on her neck he was losing his control. He picked up the pace and changed angles he was now reaching a new spot. “No” she protested feeling her orgasm approaching,she tried pushing him away which made him grab her hands and hold them against the bed. “Harry!” she called out he watched as she tried to containing her moans by biting her lip.

On his elbows he wanted to see her. Her breathing became labored. She was gasping for air. In and out he was making her lose the control she was fighting so hard to keep. Breaking free she grasped onto his arm digging her nails into him. He grunted in pain. The climax building up from the pit of her stomach. He wasn’t going to stop not till she reached her breaking point. Mouth agape moans flowed out of her she was hardly breathing. The chills started from her stomach and spread out through her body she cried out in pleasure. Harry repositions himself hands grabbing her ass sucking on her neck. Scratching his back coming down from her orgasm still trembling with every stroke. Harry reaching his keeps going. There was a loud growl that escapes from his lips his climax had been reached. Bellina caressed his back as he came down from his high. Rolling off of her he stood up besides the bed and pulled the covers back. Picking up Bellina he placed her in the middle before getting in bed pulling her close he kissed her forehead before he drifted off to sleep.

The next day

Harry woke up the next day, his sleep was deep. He didn't know the time was . His muscles numb. Remembering the events of the night before a smile crept on his face. Reaching over he feels no body only flat sheet he turns his head to face the other way he sees nothing but pillows. Sitting up he looked around the clothes that were sprawled around were put away. Walking out the bathroom Bellina said “Oh good morning sleepy head”

“Morning” he said in a groggy voice,rubbing his eyes he got out the bed exposing his bareness.

She giggled and watched as she put on her lotion.

Harry showered and exited the bedroom before she did.She wore an electric blue dress which had see through patches on the side. Her hair was in a bun, she wore natural make up. Her shoes were green with colorful accessories she wore a yellow blazer to hide her love marks.

When she emerged and walked to the common area Niall teased. “Sounded like yeh two had fun last night”

“We did sounded like you did as well” she said winking causing the other girls to blush

Harry smirked. She owned it, his exes would react in bashfulness filled with defensive behavior and attitudes that ruined every ones mood. But she owned it, she owned that he did make her scream his name.

Grabbing her purse she said “We gotta go. Ladies shall we?”

“We shall” Katie said standing up

Walking to Harry on the couch she kissed him before saying bye.

He watched her walk away. His dick twitched.

“Off it mate!”

He smirked

“ ‘M my lady ‘nd i had 2 rounds cuz of yeh two sounding like a porn movie”

He smiled “yeh see the condition ‘m in mate” holding his crotch

“Aww little Harold ‘s gonna be alright” Liam teased

“Oh piss off!” Was he going to be able to deal with another night? Last night was so intense thinking about it made him instantly hard.

With the girls

Emiliano evaluated everyone's face during brunch “Well don’t we all lookrefreshed and newly dicked down”

The girls blushed “Really Emiliano?” Bellina commented

“Ooooh you got some” he smiled cheekily

She shook her head

“Yes! my lifetime goal is achieved you finally got some!” he joked

There was nothing special about the day.But unlike yesterday it was Katie to go get the men. Bellina decided to wear a floral maxi dress, it was see through from mid thigh down. With a high slit and low cut V and open back. Her curls were combed down into beach waves. Her makeup a dewy look.Her skin glistened in the light. In anticipation the men waited impatiently. Arriving at the restaurant the ladies were already seated Harry sat down next to her this time. Her legs crossed with her leg exposed Harry lightly tapped his fingers across as they tried to play coy. After the restaurant they retreated to a lounge. Harry watched as she mingled like last night the men flocked to her side.

“Bell!” someone called from behind as she stood in front of the men

“Yes? Oh hi Mike!” she greeted Emiliano’s boyfriend

“Hey”

The music was too loud for Harry to make sense of their conversation. Mike leaned in for a hug and all of a sudden lifted her off the floor “And we are up” she said making a face. He was acting strange gently putting her down he said something in her ear which made her eyes grow wide trying to create space between the two she stepped back

“What is it?” she said trying to take another step back only for him to pull her back and go for her neck “You know what I think?” she said stepping back and grabbing a glass full of ice water. Swiftly she grabbed his collar and poured it down. “You need to cool of yea!” It should be noted that Mike is bisexual. She turned on her heels and called Emiliano who responded by walking over. “Can you take care of this?” she asked before making a face and walking off. Emiliano looked between the two confused but was able to put 2 and 2 together.

“Really that’s what you're doing!?” With a slap across the face he walked away

The boys watched in awe as both parties walked away from each other. At some point she found herself sitting across from Harry after dancing her feet were hurting it wasn’t easy dancing in those shoes. Sitting down legs crossed her slit emphasized her legs. Harry stole glances playing it cool at some point their eyes met and she bit her lip looking away. At the end of the night Harry accompanied her to Emilianos room.

“Come on luv his guy got him” he said taking her by the hand

“Ok sleep tight” she said blowing him kisses while Harry ushered her out the door.

They dipped into the secret stairwell where Harry smacked her ass as she walked up.

“Oww! oooh Mr.styles very naughty of you” she said shielding it from any more attacks

He smirked watching her go up.

As they walked in Jeff was on the couch being coy with a woman. Harry with a strong grip on her waist guided her to his room. Swiftly she kicked off her shoes and put her hair in a bun. Harry grabbed her from behind pushing himself on her so she could feel him she giggled as he turned her around grabbing her by the neck he kissed her backing her up against the door. She kissed him back with the same energy. He picked her up wrapping her legs around him. As things were getting heavy they heard loud moaning coming from outside their door stopping they looked at each other and chuckled both getting up they made their way to the top of the bed.

The following day Bell woke up to Harry laying on her chest slightly snoring. She caressed his hair which made him wrap his arms around her tighter.

“Harry” she called he was deep asleep

“Harry” he moved around “Harry” she sang

He groaned “yes luv” he said in a groggy voice

“You have to get up”

“No” he said nuzzling further into her chest

She smiled “I have to pee” she said kissing his forehead

“Fine but straight back to bed” he warned finally letting go. Her legs were weak walking to the bathroom. That evening they were to have one more dinner before dispersing to their already busy lives. Getting ready she wore a floral romper. While she worked on her makeup she felt the all too familiar stinging on her ass. Harry had smacked her ass

She smiled straightening up

“Hello” she sang

“You're quite the naughty girl aren't yeh” he spoke in her ear

She stepped back “Am I naughty? I like to think I'm a good girl”

He bit his lip leaning in for a kiss which she gladly accepted. After dinner they hang around listening to music and of course Emiliano doesn't pass up a chance to show off new routines walking up to her he grabbed her hand

“No you can't take her from me” Harry joked holding onto her waist. She smiled

“I'll bring her right back I promise”

“Yeh betteh”

“Ok we have to do the drumline routine”

The music started the drums beat played as they started after they finished Bellina bent over

She whispered “My legs hurt so bad” she said laughing

Emiliano whispered in return “That's cuz you were getting that di-ni-nick!” he joked causing her to laugh she walked over to Harry as he gladly accepted her back into his arms

After a while people had retreated back to their rooms and it was a few of them around. He was laying with his head on her lap . He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles lightly “so i was thinking that we should make it official”

She raised her brows “I sexed you down and now don't want to share huh?” she joked causing him to laugh

“Not at all it had nothing to do with tha’” he said reaching up to caress her cheek “it jus’ feels like the right thing to do”

“So I can profess to the world that you are my beloved boy friend who gets on my nerves?”

He laughed “yes”

She smiled her comedic side subsided she was now blushing “so what does that mean for our rules, i should make an amendment to them” “Which is?”

“I shouldn't go out with you in public, cuz i don’t see this getting better” “We will cross that bridge when it comes” He gently pulled her down for a kiss

“Oi ! yeh two cut it out we don't need another porno session”

The room erupted in laughter

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chrisv73-blog · 7 years ago

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We shouldn’t -part 2 blurb

(It’s crap but I’m gonna post it anyway.)

Shawn’s eyes lowered to her breasts. Of course, her nipples were standing at full attention since the sheen of sweat on her skin had met the cool air of the ceiling fan in his bedroom. Cock standing at full attention he rubbed his length shifting uncomfortably before kneeling on the bed beside her. Blonde hair splayed out on his pillow, ice blue eyes filled with lust.

After making her cum on the kitchen counter he had wrapped her listless body around his towering frame and carried her to his bed. Ripping her clothes from her body was burning a fucking hole in his head.

Shawn scrubbed his hands over his face. “Damn. Your body is so hot. I think you’re contagious. I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

She blushed under his appreciative gaze, her breasts rising and falling from their session earlier.

“You really are fucking adorable. I’m not sure what’s sexier the fact that you’re nervous or that I think you secretly like the idea of me taking control.” Shawn teased.

“I do not!” Her quick defensive response only further confirmed he was right.

“Do too”, he leaned into her lips.

“You’re wrong”, she replied as he leaned down to take her bottom lip between his teeth and trail kisses across her jaw bone. “That’s a shame because I’ve been told I’m very good with my mouth.”

“Holy shit that feels good.” She arched her back up off the bed and pressed her legs together to contain the moisture dripping from her thighs. Attempting to ease her sensitive aching clit in the process.

Shawn bit down and let his tongue repeatedly lap over the sore spots on her neck. “I’m fucking leaking baby. I need to taste you.”

"What are you waiting for pretty boy," she whined leaning her head back on the pillow, closing her eyes.

After hearing her excitement, Shawn pulled the thin strap of her cotton tank top down her shoulders exposing her breasts. Damn those things were perky. The nipple was red and rosy a nice size for breasts that were not more than a handful. Pointing straight at him, they were inviting him, daring him, to lick.

Moistening his lips, he glanced at her beautiful face- her steady gaze -mouth slightly open, lips full and soft. Shawn wanted to suck on her nipples more than he ever wanted to touch a woman.

Lifting his hand to palm one breast he maneuvered his torso across her body and swirled his tongue around her pert areola. Her gasps became a melodic symphony to his desire. His cock saluting her like a flag.

Feeding his arousal, Shawn’s dick twitched in his pants and he began to rut against her thigh. “My cock is rock hard and I’m wondering if I pulled your skirt down and buried myself in between your thighs would you stop me.”

“Please Shawn, stop teasing”, she whined circling her hips against his thigh. She was desperate to find some friction.

Taking matters into her own hands she whipped her tank top over her head. Frantically his hands pulled her skirt and black lace panties off her hips in one tug.

With no barrier in sight. Shawn licked the under swell of her breasts and tweaked her nipples with his thumbs. Sucking each one into his mouth he took his sweet time until purple markings were blooming on her perfect honey skin. His fingers dig into her sides as his teeth grazed her skin. Shawn’s mission tonight was to devour her tight body.

His long arms reached up and he pushed his thumb into her mouth to suck, not bothering to explain with anything more than a quick nod. Her tongue danced and swirled around his thumb drawing a deep groan from his chest. All he could think of was those lips on the head of his cock. “Fuck, those lips”, Shawn moaned out loud. Pulling his thumb from her mouth with a loud pop he pushed her legs wide. Shawn wanted her makeup all over his pillowcase in the morning. She was a drug and he couldn’t get enough.

Pulling each leg over his shoulder he settled in. “Are you ready love? Don’t look away from me or I won’t let you cum.”

She was exhausted and ready. Finally his two wet fingers started to stroke her from bottom to top between her lips parting her folds for his viewing pleasure. Her clit was beckoning his tongue, her pussy pulsing. Moist and wet her walls were pink and tight. He circled around the soft fleshy area careful to avoid her clit. "Is that all for me baby", he groaned. Her pussy was so wet and tight. His cock was aching as he pinched his tip with his free hand to keep from cumming.

"Ahhhh please," she whined while leaning her head back on the pillow, closing her eyes.

Shawn’s tongue and fingers stopped in the middle of her O.

Her head snapped up. "Keep your eyes on me luv. I want you to watch yourself fucking cumming all over my tongue and fucking my fingers, otherwise no orgasm. I won’t ask you again”, Shawn smirked.

He slid his two fingers deep into her pussy. She moaned and writhed against shawn while he cooed. "Does that feel good baby. Fuck my fingers good, take what you need."

By this point she was bucking against his hand. Shawn used his other hand to grip her hip tightly and push his head toward her clit. His nose brushed into the few small curls in the landing strip and he flattened his tongue licking her clit in soft slow up-down-side-side motion. All the while he continued the push his thumb against her clit while pushing two long fingers deeper curling up to her swollen g-spot. Moving his lips back to her clit latching his arm around her thigh he looked up connecting with her wild eyes. Suddenly she began to vocalize, “That's it baby. Fucking eat my pussy. I’m about to cum all over your face.”

Shawn spread her legs wide, pushed her knees to her chest with his forearm and buried his face in her pussy even further. Fucking her with his two fingers he sucked her clit into his mouth and hummed. Her walls spasmed around his digits. Shawn pushed his face even deeper into in her pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth as she kept coming. Moaning into her pussy, Shawn continued to lick her clean while she screamed and rocked against his face.

Oh my fucking god baby, yes, fuuuuuuucckkkk", she panted.

Shawn made sure she was done before he stopped, licking every sweet drop with his tongue. Finally he climbed back up her torso and pushed her hair back in place. Kissing her cheek reassuring her how good she did.

His cock was throbbing as she rolled over on top of his lap. “Let me ride you,” she smiled. “Your turn.”

#shawn mendes fanfic

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sheslostinreality · 7 years ago

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“Mine” Series: P2: “We’ve Got Nothing Figured out.”

Part One: We’re Taking On the World Together

Rosy’s 3 AM cries were right on schedule.

The two of you groaned, not having slept a wink. Your eyes were closed but the rest of your body was fully alert, anticipating the next time Rosy would cry. Rosy was three months old. She was a beautiful, happy baby girl. The morning sickness, the reflux, the gas, the swollen feet and fingers; the back pain, and excruciating labor was made all worth it when you first laid eyes on your baby girl and held her in your arms. She looked exactly like her father. “What are we calling her?” the nurse asked. You and Harry exchanged smiles with one another, having previously agreed on a name. “Rose Anne Styles,” Harry said proudly. She was definitely his daughter. Her cries were loud and immediate in the delivery room. The doctor even joked: “Definitely your daughter, Mr. Styles.” She opened her eyes after a couple hours. You were asleep but Harry was wide awake, holding his daughter in his arms. He was absolutely mesmerized and in love. He had never given his heart, his whole entire being, to someone so quickly. “You’ve got Daddy’s eyes, don’t you, Rosy?” Harry whispered through the happy tears that streamed down his face. Rosy smiled at the sound of her father’s voice, flashing her inherited dimples. It was a sound so familiar, something she had heard before. This exact same voice would talk to her and sing to her every night.

Neither of you thought parenting was going to be a walk in the park. You and Harry had been married a year and exerted much effort in prolonging having children, using every form of contraception. His successful music and acting career was going steady and strong. You had completed law school and was looking to make partner at a law firm. It wasn’t the time to bring a baby into the world. However, a string of events led to greatest blessing of all— baby Rose Anne Styles.

Rosy had been crying unceasingly for two weeks every night. The doctor said it could be due to discomfort she might’ve been experiencing. He prescribed antibiotics but Rosy did not seem to be getting better. You blamed yourself for agreeing to take Rosy on tour for three weeks. Harry kept insisting and pleading. He didn’t want to miss a moment with Rosy. You knew it was a bad idea but you couldn’t resist Harry. He genuinely wanted to be with his family every minute of every day. And so did you.

Tips on touring with an infant was not included in the baby books you read. The lack of rest, the constant change of environment, the fluctuating weather, the overstimulation— it all got Rosy sick. And now you and Harry were reaping the consequences. The lack of sleep was definitely putting the both of you on an edge.

“You get her,” you mumbled through your pillow, shoving a hand against Harry’s shoulder.

“I’m sleeping,” he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes, “If you were sleeping, you wouldn’t be responding. Go get your daughter.” You kept shoving Harry until he budged. He slowly sung his legs over the edge of the bed. He sat up straight and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He walked to Rosy’s nursery in the next room over and saw the shadows of his baby girl’s little limbs swinging wildly in the air. Her cries only grew louder and louder the longer she had to wait to be cradled.

“C’m ‘ere,” Harry whispered to his frantic daughter as he picked her up from her crib. Her screams refused to cease. Little pea-sized tears dropped from the corner of her eyes eyes. “Daddy’s got you, Bug,” Harry said, as he began to rock her side to side. After what felt like eternity, Rosy’s cries subsides into little gasps of air until she was back asleep. Harry pressed his lips into her forehead, feeling her high temperature. “Get well, Bug,” he spoke softly to a sleeping Rosy. He cradled Rosy for a few more minutes before softly placing her back into her crib.

Harry walked back into your bedroom. He lifted the comforter and laid under it, stirring until he found a comfortable position. “She’s got a fever, you know,” he said once he settled in.

You sighed, “I know. Those antibiotics aren’t working. I think something’s wrong.”

“Don’t say that,” Harry snapped, refusing to accept a scary possibility. “It just takes some time, ’s all.”

“I told you we shouldn’t have taken her on tour,” you said under your breath.

You felt Harry’s body shoot up. “Would you quit blaming me?” he yelled.

You sat upright, too. “Well it was your idea! You kept insisting we go with you on tour. So we did! And there you go— you’ve got a sick daughter. You happy?”

Harry scoffed at your comment. He stood up off your bed with the most furious expression painted on his face. “No, I’m not fucking happy,” he spat. “It’s not like I intended for Rose to get sick. All I wanted was for my family to be with me.”

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, understanding you were in the wrong. You didn’t mean to place the blame on Harry. The truth was: you were upset with yourself. You were frustrated at the situation. You were concerned about your daughter’s health. You blamed yourself for Rosy being sick.

“You had one job,” Harry said sternly.

“Excuse me?” You turned on your bedside lamp. You now, too, were on your feet. Your patience was running thin. You had been awake for far too long. “What did you just say?”

“All you had to do was take care of our daughter. I’m workin’, I’m payin’ our bills, I’m keepin’ us fed, I put a roof over our heads. All you needed to do was take care of our daughter. But you couldn’ even do that. This is your fault,” Harry pointed a finger at you. Harry was fuming.

“I said I was sorry!” you yelled, grabbing the nearest pillow and aiming it at Harry, only for him to catch it and throw it back on the bed. “Why are you still being such a dick! I never thought you could be so selfish.”

“Me?” he asked in disbelief, “Me? Selfish?”

“Yes, you.” you repeated. “You are being incredibly selfish. Had I known I wouldn’t have married you.” Your filter had gotten lost in the midst of your anger. Every emotion you had been trying to keep together had been unleashed. There was no retrieving the words already spoken. “Do you honestly think I like putting my career on hold? That I’m the one making sacrifices to keep this family together while you go off living some teenage boy dream of yours.”

It was true. You did in fact put your career on hold. You were six months pregnant when your law firm company offered to make you partner. You and Harry discuss the matter. Making partner would mean more time dedicated to work and less on family. You didn’t need the extra money. Harry made more than enough. The two of you concluded you didn’t need to work. Harry wanted you to focus on your new little family. It was disappointing at first— all the time and hard work spent for nothing. But you knew once Rose and another other children you might have were older, you could start practicing law again.

Harry rolled his eyes at your snarky jab at his career choice. “You’re the only one making sacrifices? What other bullshit have you got stored up in yeh?”

“Thank you,” you said sarcastically, “thank you for singing on stage and selling albums. Thank you for acting and paying our bills. You must work so hard.” You grabbed a pillow and one of the blankets on your bed. You headed straight for the door before Harry grabbed your arm. “Where do yeh think your goin’?” he asked.

You jerked your arm back, “I’m sleeping in one of the guest rooms tonight. I can’t stand to look at you right now.”

The house was felt colder than ever. Tension was high. Neither of you could keep up with your own thoughts. You were both swallowed in all sorts of emotions-- anger, sadness, regret... In your two years of marriage, this was the biggest fight the two of you had ever had. You locked yourself in Rosy’s room, sitting on the floor and sobbing behind the door. Why is life so hard? What are we doing wrong? you asked yourself in between sobs. Every hurtful thing, every ungrateful word you said to Harry— you didn’t mean it. It just… came out. Out of anger. You were more than grateful for everything he had done, providing for the family. Harry’s worth ethic was impeccable and he made it look effortless, balancing such a demanding carrier and family life. Harry never complained. You felt like a failure. Harry was right. All you had to do was be a mom. And you couldn’t do it.

In the next room over was Harry laying on the bed over the covers, only in his boxer briefs, staring at the ceiling. Little droplets of tears would escape the corner of his eyes. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He regretted everything that had come out of his mouth. He couldn’t remember what sparked such a fight, but he knew he was sorry. There was nothing in the world he loved more than you and Rose. He knew you were heartbroken over quitting your job. He knew you didn’t like staying home all day. Harry was aware that in any other normal situation, your job alone could provide for an upper middle-class family. He was also aware of the hardships, struggles, and inconvenience of bringing an infant on tour. You were putting in much more effort in taking care of Rose than he was. He was in no place to blame you.

He was wrong.

You were wrong.

Rosy continued to be sick and neither of you knew how to cope with it.

As you tried to calm and collect yourself, Rosy started to gasp for air. You rushed to her crib. You saw your baby struggling to breath. Her little tummy rising slowly up and down.

“Harry!” you screamed. In an instant, Harry burst through the door. “What is it, luv?” his eyes wide in panic. “Call an ambulance!” you cried, “Rose— she can’t breathe.”

Part Three: You Are the Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine

Epilogue

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Pat's Delight

This can be seen as a little cutscene (part of the main fanfic which @johnpornjones and me are still working on-"The Dark Side of the Jimmy" which occurs in the interim after Bonzo has unwillingly encountered Jimbert, erm busy. Written by me with help and support from @johnpornjones ❤️️ Summary: Bonzo is reminiscing about good times with Pat; he really misses her. NSFW but fluffy and sentimental as hell. Pairing: The great John Bonham/his memories ............................................................... After wishing Jonesy and Sarah a great night with a good natured wink, Bonzo was finally in his own room. “What a bloody day...” he thinks to himself as he thinks back on the past events. He cringes again, trying his best to block out the terrifying image of a naked Rob from his mind. “Those idiots...” Bonzo smiles in spite of himself. He hates to admit it but their insanity kind of reminds him of when he and Pat were younger. Damn... I miss her so much, thought Bonzo. Her wit, her sparkling eyes... her beauty. As his mind wandered, Bonzo felt himself getting a little aroused. He sighed to himself. If only Pat could be here with him... Slowly, he began to remove his clothes, one by one. Hust like Pat does each time we make love, smiled Bonzo. Oh, that night... the night Jason was conceived, thought Bonzo. Finally removing his boxers, he moaned a little to himself, feeling how sensitive his cock has gotten. Oh Pat...! whispered Bonzo to himself... I love you my sweetheart. He takes himself into his strong hand, he decides he’ll have to deal with this manually. Reminiscing, Bonzo though about the night of 1965. Pat was being particulary teasing that day, he laughed to himself, shaking his head. Boy was he head over heels in love with her then... and now still. She was wearing a beautiful, revealing red sundress. And being an 18 year old man, he had been hard just by looking a the way it hugged her curves. Slowly stroking his length, Bonzo drops his head against the big poofy pillow on his bed (he would never admit but Bonzo loves a touch of luxury). He’s still thinking about that night... he had been sitting on the living room couch, and Pat had straddled him, sitting on his lap. Grunting slightly, Bonzo moaned “Pat... uuh...”, he remembered. She had slipped her white cotton panties to the side and was rolling her hips, grinding against his hardness, asking him if he wanted her. Unzipping his jeans, she took him out of his boxers, and started stroking him... exploring him with an innocent curiousity. She took a few experimental licks of his tip and then shifted so that she could rub him against her core. Making small little whimpers... fucking hell thought Bonzo. So sexy... He smiles at the memory. Although it was pretty difficult for him to control his breathing and think rational thoughts by that time, Bonzo remembered how he had managed to ask Pat if they shouldn’t get a condom. Grinning now, he’s so happy that they decided not to. Damn, Pat was gorgeous, Bonzo remembers, stroking himself a little harder but slowing his motions. . “Darling, I was thinking... maybe we shouldn't. I want to feel you against me tonight.” “Hmm Pat... come her, luv.” Bonzo remembers that sensation... fuck! The first time he’d ever done it like that... Pats climbs over Bonzo and eases his pants down, unbuttoning his shirt. He remembered how, with shaky hands, his slipped her shoulder straps down and she shimmied out of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra at all. Moaning, Bonzo felt himself grew harder in his hand... damn Pat was beautiful that night. Pat was rubbing her hands over his chest, playing with his chest hair and giggling shyly at his moans. Mewling as he caresses her and plays lightly with her breasts...Bonzo thinks. “Pat... youre so wonderful”. He flushes at the shought, still playing with himself lightly. Slipping her cotton panties off her round hips, Pat rasps “Ohhhh”, and Bonzo (feeling quite proud of himself) lifts her up. Their tongues swirl around eachother in a passionate kiss, and she sighs as he lightly bites her lower lip. Bonzo feels Pat’s back arching at his touch... that was almost too good to be true... His hardness is touching her core as she grinds against him, soft gasps escaping her lips. "Oh... yes, Pat... Mhhh" he squeezed himself, caressing his chest. Bonzo is thrusting aginst Pat slowly, careful not to enter her. He cant believe hes so lucky to have Pat moaning against him, her sweet mouth giving him sloppy kisses. His minds darting to the fact that Moby Dick was at first called “Pat’s Delight”... Pats Delight indeed he smiles. Bonzo was kissing Pat, feeling her sigh into the crook of his neck and grind her hips against him. He sighed in pleasure, feeling her breasts press against his chest, her soft hair tickling his nose gently.Oh... the feeling Pat against him, he really misses that. He lifted her up in her arms, and she giggled, holding onto his face to kiss him. Her moaning, her kisses... her delicate body...He began to stroke himself a little bit faster, gasping into his pillow. They reached the bedroom, and bonzo laid her on the bed gently. Leaning over her, with a fondness, Bonzo lightly touched her wetness. “Please... John!” Patty cried out as he touched her. Looking at her, Bonzo couldn’t help but be in awe of her feminine beauty. Gently, he eases his finger into her entrance. Pat bucks against his touch, gasping with pleasure, moaning “Ooooh John... oh yes.” He sighed blissfully at the thought of Pat's mewls and sighs as he carefully touched her. “I love you my dear,” murmured Bonzo in the coolness of the night air, touching himself almost like he was touching Pat that night, slowly and gently. He remembered bending his head, eager to taste Pat. Using his tongue tongue her until her legs were shaking with pleasure, he sucked gently on her sensitive spot while slowly easing his fingers in and out of her entrance. Angling his fingers differently, he reached a rough spot in pats core which made her scream with pleasure,and beg him to go faster. Bonzo began stroking himself more urgently, and stoped for a moment, trying to control his lust. Easing his fingers from her slowly, he reached up to kiss pat once more.. “Patty... are you sure... about this? I mean... you could fall pregnant.” “Yes darling... I want you. I want you to be the father of my children...I love you with my everything, my sweetheart.” Bonzo looked tenderly at his lover, a little nervous, afraid even, at the idea of fatherhood but happy nonetheless. They had discussed it before, but they were never this close to, well, actually doing it. Taking a deep breath, and knowing that there was no going back, he spoke “Okay, my luv.” He lovingly parted the flushed beauty's legs, and positioned himself against her. Pat was rocking her hips against him, desperate for him inside her. Unable to wait amy long, Bonzo slowly entered her. “Ooooh.” Pat gasped. “Mmmm darling I knew you'd feel amazing inside of me...oh god yes.” Connected as one, the lovers bagn to move together in a smooth, sensuous motion, sighing and moaning together. “Oh luv... yes, love..” Bonzo moaned at the memory. Relaxing, Bonzo took himself in his hand, and, oh gods, he remembers how good that was, making sweet love to his beloved Pat. Bonzo growled with pleasure as Pat moved her hips in time with his thrusts, grabbing his strong shoulders in her delicate hands, and whimpering declarations of her love. Pat whimpered little declarations of her love. He rubbed himself, harder this time, and moans escaped his mouth. Pat’s body is so perfect, her whines were perfect. It was perfect. Capturing her mouth with his, Bonzo kissed her as if she was air that he needed to survive. “Ooooh John! Please ...go faster darling!” "I love you Pat... so much..." he moaned, biting down on his screams of pleasure and speeding up his thrusts, obeying his sweet lady’s every wish. Clutching him, she willed him to go deeper and deeper until he almost touched her cervix. “John, love, I'm .... ooh, I'm close.... so...” Pat purrs. “...oooooooh Joooohn.” Bonzo feels pat pulse around him, her tight heat bringing him closer to the edge. “Patty luv ... ahhh... I'm going to- Should I pull out?” “No John... I want you to have me.” “Pat...luv.” Bonzo gives a final shaky thrust into his lover and releases into Pat before gently collapsing on her, kissing her dreamy smile. “Ohhh f.. fuuuck.” Rubbing his sensitive tip, Bonzo’s coming onto his hand, his body jolting with pleaure and screaming “PAT!!!” ... The Dark Side of the Jimmy... Robbie continued

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