#man city smut

[guardioland]

Pep Guardiola/Reader Smut

I'd never considered myself as the type of girl who would follow a guy to his work, but then again, I'd never been in a relationship with someone like Phil Foden either. He was my best friend, my first kiss, my first love... but he just couldn't seem to get it right in bed. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy it, but there was always something missing, something that left me wanting more. And it wasn't like I hadn't tried to tell him how I felt, to explain what I needed, but he just couldn't seem to understand.

So there I was, tailing him to the Man City training grounds, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him walk towards the entrance. I knew this was a huge mistake, that I should just turn around and go home, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I wanted answers, I needed to know why he couldn't make me feel complete.

As I followed him through the hallways of the training complex, my nerves on edge, I suddenly found myself in the presence of none other than Pep Guardiola himself. He was deep in conversation with Phil, his voice low and intense, but I couldn't help but feel like I was intruding on something private. I tried to make my way past them unnoticed, but to my horror, Pep caught sight of me. His piercing blue eyes fixed on me, and for a moment, I felt like I was caught in a web.

"Excuse me," I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest. "I didn't mean to intrude."

Pep Guardiola regarded me coolly, his expression unreadable. "You're with Foden, yes?" he asked, his accent thick and almost musical. I nodded, feeling a strange mix of fear and embarrassment wash over me. "Then you must have something important to say."

He motioned for me to follow him into a nearby empty office. My heart raced as I did as he asked, wondering what he could possibly want with me. As soon as the door closed behind us, he spun me around, pinning me against the wall. His grip was surprisingly firm, and I could feel the heat emanating from his body. "You have something to say to me, yes?" he hissed in my ear.

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "I-I just wanted to tell you that I think Phil could be a better player. He's got so much potential, but he just can't seem to reach it." I glanced up at him, hoping that maybe he'd understand what I was trying to say.

But Pep didn't seem interested in my words. Instead, his eyes raked over my body, and a dark, predatory look came into his eyes. "And what is it that you want from him?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "What do you need?"

I felt my cheeks flush with shame and anger. "I-I just want to be satisfied," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "In bed, I mean. It's not about the sex, it's about the connection. I want to feel like he cares about me as much as I care about him."

Pep's expression darkened even further, and suddenly, his hands were all over me. He roughly pushed me down onto the desk, pinning my arms above my head, and before I could even process what was happening, he was ripping my clothes off of me. "You want to feel connected?" he growled in my ear. "You want him to care about you?"

His touch was brutal and possessive, his fingers digging into my skin as he roughly caressed my breasts, sucking and nipping at my nipples until they were hard and aching. He roughly pulled my underwear aside, and before I could even think about resisting, he was thrusting his fingers into me, filling me up, claiming me.

My body arched off the desk, crying out in pleasure as his touch sent waves of heat coursing through me. He growled in satisfaction, his fingers moving faster, harder, his breath hot against my neck. I felt a strange sense of power and control over him, and it only seemed to fuel his desire.

He pulled his fingers free and roughly positioned himself between my legs, his erection straining against his pants. Without any preamble, he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt with a groan. The sensation was overwhelming, intense, but it felt right. It felt like he was finally giving me what I needed.

Pep's movements were savage and primal, his body slamming into mine in perfect rhythm. His breath came in ragged gasps as he looked down at me, his eyes burning with a fierce desire. "You want to be satisfied?" he growled, his words hot against my skin. "You want him to care about you?"

I could feel the strength in his body, the power that came from years of dominating the field. He was in control, and I was helpless to resist. My own breath came faster and faster as he continued to thrust into me, the sensation building inside me, threatening to break free in a wave of pure ecstasy.

His movements grew even more frenzied, his grip on my hips nearly bruising. I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The air in the room seemed to crackle with energy, with the raw desire that bound us together.

As I felt the first tremors of my impending orgasm building deep within me, Pep slowed his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared down at me with an intensity that made my heart race. "That's it," he growled, his voice rough and demanding. "Let it out."

His words were like a trigger, and with a shuddering cry, I came, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He followed suit, his body tense and rigid as he thrust one final time, his cries echoing in the room as he released himself deep inside me.

For a moment, we were both still, our bodies pressed tightly together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, Pep pulled out of me, his eyes never leaving mine. He reached down and roughly wiped some sweat from my forehead, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"There," he said, his voice hoarse. "That's what you needed.

[monstersholygrail]

What happens if someone is in a relationship/marriage whilst in Free Use City? How would that work?

As another day winds down in Free Use City, you and your Monster Husband move around your shared room with ease. Working as though you are two cogs working in a perfect machine. The deep familiarity between you both is evident as your husband slides your lotion to the edge of the sink right before you walk in and grab it.

You lean into his side and his arm naturally winds around your waist as he brushes his teeth. The height difference between you both is comical yet the way you two fit together is utter perfection. Uncapping your lotion you barely even think as the words slip out of your mouth.

“Some Tentacle Monster fucked me in the bathroom today at work. Was pleasantly surprised by the tentacle dick.”

Your husband snorts in amusement, quickly closing his mouth to stop the toothpaste from flying. Your mouth quirks up as you dot some lotion on your arms.

Living in the city, when proposing to fuck someone, the act is always shared and discussed between you two beforehand. Whether it’s a group activity or solo. But if someone comes up to you to fuck, well, that’s more than fair game.

“Really?” He asks once his mouth is rinsed. You hum in agreement, leaning down to rub lotion up and down your plush legs. An act your husband can’t help but watch with rapt attention. “A Tentacle Monster actually fucked me too, today. At my desk!”

You whip back up, looking at your husband with wide eyes and a smile.

“No way! Think it was the same one?”

“That would be hot.”

You hum in agreement once again, nodding along as you imagine a Tentacle Monster purposefully going out of their way to find you and your husband just to know they got to fuck you both. A shiver runs down your spine and you meet your husband’s eye in the mirror. His gaze reflects your own, a burning heat of lust as similar thoughts race through your mind.

In a flash you two are jumping each other, mouth classing in a heated kiss. Your limbs tangling as you practically climb him like a fucking tree. Your husband lifts your plush body up with ease, settling you on the sink and standing between your thick thighs. He growls into the kiss, his tongue diving deep in your mouth.

His hands feel like a blur on your skin as he rips away the clothes standing in the way of him finally having you again. He doesn’t break away from your lips, uncaring that you’re running out of air. He needs you like you’re his air and isn’t that more important?

He finally breaks away from the kiss as he sinks into your slick heat to throw his head back. A long groan leaving his lips now. Your moans mingle with his like a perfect melody as his fat cock stretches your walls beyond possible. Your sopping hole welcoming your husband’s cock back inside you with relief.

Your body tingles as his claws sink into your flesh, keeping you steady as he starts pounding away into your pussy as if he’s been waiting for this all day. By the way your core sucks him back in with every thrust it’s clear it’s hurt you to wait just as much. Neither of you can get enough of each other, your hands scouring the other, clinging to the person you crave more than anyone.

“F-fuck, baby. Nothing feels better than this. Sweet pussy was fucking made for me, wasn’t it?” Your husband growls, his hips snapping harder and faster. Finding the act of not being inside you near unbearable.

You cry out, nails clawing at his back. Desperate to get him as deep inside you as possibly. No one wills you the way he does, no one knows your body and how to so perfectly make you feel good like he does. His words send tingles down your spine. A familiar relief sparking through you as you know nothing a doubt your husband would chose you over anyone.

“Yes! Fuck! This pussy was made for your cock. Fits so perfect. So, hnghhh, good…”

Monster Husband roars, more than pleased by your words. He gets impossibly bigger within you and you scream, your hips pushing back to meet his every thrust. He rolls his hips into you at an inhuman speed, hitting every spot along your walls that has you seeing stars.

“That’s it— aughh— dammit, cum for me. Need to feel you baby, please,” your husband begs, his thrusts quickly growing sloppy as he chases release for you both.

His words weave into your ear and shoot straight down to your core. Your body jolts and seizes in his embrace and a second later you’re violently thrown into an earth shattering orgasm. Your screams rival a banshees as a deep pressure snaps and gushes out of you. Your pussy milking your husband’s cock for all it’s worth. Your slutty cunt sucks him back in as he tries to grind his length inside you and it has him following you into climax. Shooting thick ropes of cum as far inside you as he can possibly reach.

You two sag against each other. Holding onto one another with everything you have. Comforted by your mere presences and the knowledge that no matter who chooses to fuck you, you’ll always choose each other first.

[cocoandthequill]

High on Hate

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader, Enemies to lovers dynamic

Wc: 3,9K

Warnings: mutual bullying, swearing, smoking, jealousy, mentions of drugs, alcohol, mentions of killing, harassment, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, !switch! reader and leon, biting, spitting, a lil fluff at the end

Summary: As Ashley’s maid of honour reader has to spend a lot of time with someone she can’t stand. When it‘s time for the wedding a faithful moment might change the dynamic between her and Leon.

If you were asked to describe Leon Kennedy, you'd call him a pain in the ass—the kind of guy who made it his personal mission to irritate the hell out of you.

It didn’t help that he always walked around with that smug little smile, the one that just screamed, I’m better than all of you, like he was somehow superior to everyone in the room. And God, how he thrived on it. It was almost like he enjoyed getting under your skin, pushing all the right buttons until you were ready to snap. That cocky attitude, the way he’d drop a snarky remark just to watch you scramble for a comeback—it was as if he lived for the moment you’d roll your eyes and mutter something in frustration. It was infuriating.

And then, of course, there was the fact that he was Ashley’s brother-in-law, her fiancé Ryan’s older brother. That one small detail meant you were stuck dealing with him far more than you ever wanted to, especially now that you had the blessing—and curse—of being Ashley’s maid of honor.

As much as you loved Ash and were excited to be by her side on her big day, the thought of the wedding prep had you dreading one thing: Leon. You didn’t want to spend any more time in the same room as him, enduring his teasing and that smug smile every time he got under your skin. It was like he couldn’t help himself, always lurking in the background, waiting for a moment to rile you up.

One afternoon, as you and the bride-to-be were discussing flower arrangements for the wedding, Leon strolled in, settling into the armchair across from you. “What’s all this?” he asked, eyeing the floral designs. “Planning to suffocate the guests with all these flowers, or going for a ‘garden massacre’ vibe?”

You clenched your jaw, trying to stay calm. “We’re trying to make it personal, Lee,” Ashley said, her voice tight.

Leon smirked. “Cute, but maybe pick something that doesn’t scream ‘lack of style.’” He leaned forward, eyes gleaming with amusement.

Your patience snapped. “Maybe you should keep your opinions to yourself for once.”

He grinned wider. “Oh, I’m sure it’ll work out. At least I’m offering constructive criticism, sweetheart.” With a shrug, he added, “I’ll be here when the real planning starts.”

You forced a smile as he left, muttering under your breath, “And yet, you still manage to contribute nothing.” But of course the asshole didn’t hear this.

After months of planning, hard work, and arguing (mainly with the groom's obnoxious brother), it was finally the day of the wedding.

The venue was beautiful—set in a charming estate surrounded by lush gardens and towering trees. The ceremony area was perfect, with a white flower-draped arch under the open sky, rows of pristine white chairs, and the sweet scent of roses filling the air. It was the kind of place that made everything feel romantic and magical.

You and the girls had already been styled and were nearly ready to go; it was just Ashley now. As you walked downstairs, you noticed Leon standing near the entrance, greeting guests just like you. He was dressed to perfection in his suit, looking annoyingly smug as usual.

You couldn’t resist. "Where’s your date, Kennedy? Couldn’t find a girl that was willing to risk a headache at your company?" you teased, giving him a sly smile.

Leon raised an eyebrow, unfazed by your jab, but the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. "I’m not the one who needs a date to look good, sweetheart," he shot back, his grin widening. "But thanks for the offer."

You shot him a pointed look, but before you could respond, Leon’s eyes flicked down to your dress, his smirk growing."Nice dress, by the way," he said, dragging the words out. "Did you get it from your grandma’s collection of curtains?" His tone was dripping with mock sweetness.

You stiffened, fighting the urge to punch him in his stupidly handsome face. "Keep talking, Leon, and you’ll be wishing you hadn’t."

He let out a soft laugh, his eyes twinkling with mock innocence. "Wow, am I supposed to be scared now?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Should I start writing my will, or is it more of a 'wait until after the ceremony' situation?"

Not even five minutes into the ordeal, and the bastard was already making you want to strangle him in front of everybody.

Slowly, the guests arrived, settling into their assigned seats, their murmurs of excitement filling the brisk summer air. You and the bridesmaids made your way to the altar, each step echoing in the quiet space.

As your luck played out, it was Leon who stood by you, not just as a guest but as Ryan's brother and best man. His expression was serious now, unlike all the times you’d observed him before, as though he too was caught up in the weight of the moment.

Ryan, on the other hand, looked excited, almost nervous, his hands fidgeting slightly as he stood across from you. His gaze kept drifting toward the back of the venue, eagerly awaiting his bride’s entrance.

And there she was, Ashley, looking more beautiful than ever. The soft rustle of the breeze carried the sound of the music, and the guests, all seated in their chairs under the open sky, turned their attention to her as she made her way down the aisle. The light of the setting sun caught the delicate details of her dress, and her smile was bright enough to rival the afternoon sun. Ryan’s eyes locked onto her, his nervousness melting away into pure admiration.

You felt a small tear prick at your waterline, threatening to spill over. This was your best friend, the girl you’d grown up with, the sister you never had, walking toward a new chapter in her life. Watching her so radiant, so happy, it hit you harder than you expected.

It felt like just yesterday you were both dreaming about days like this, and now here she was, making it all real.

The reception was beautifully done, everything you planned turning out even better than expected. You had to admit, you were proud of everyone who helped bring it all together. The food was fantastic, the atmosphere warm and joyful, and it felt like everything fell into place perfectly. You were able to enjoy yourself, laughing and dancing with all your friends, celebrating with the newlyweds, and soaking in the happiness of the day.

You were on the dance floor with the girls, spinning and laughing to the music, when an older man you recognized as a pretty known politician approached you. It was no surprise that many prominent people had been invited; after all, Ashley’s father had been the president just a few years back. The man was impeccably dressed, his smile warm but professional. "May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth.

A little surprised, you smiled politely and nodded, stepping into his arms. As you danced, the senator’s hand settled a little too low on your back, his fingers brushing the curve of your waist in a way that made you tense. You tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling creeping up your spine, but it was hard. He leaned in too close, speaking in a low voice, complimenting you on how stunning you looked tonight. His hand lingered, his touch too familiar, and you tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip, forcing you to stay closer.

Leon remained at his table, nursing a glass of whiskey as he engaged in light conversation with some of his friends and family. His eyes wandered around, not focused on anything in particular. Then he saw you, dancing with this guy.

His gaze sharpened, though his expression stayed neutral. He leaned back slightly in his chair, observing the two of you with a mix of curiosity and something more difficult to identify. His fingers tightened around his glass for a moment before he took another sip, though his thoughts seemed distant. The music in the background faded as his attention zeroed in, studying the way you moved with the guy.

You didn’t look like you really enjoyed the moment and he didn’t either. The way the old man’s grimy hands drifted over you made his blood run cold. His jaw clenched involuntarily. It wasn’t just the sight of you with someone else; it was the way he touched you, like you were his to claim. Leon could feel his patience wearing thin, his mind racing with a mix of anger and something darker.

He didn’t know why it bothered him so much, but it did.

Without thinking, he pushed himself up from the table, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. His eyes never left you as he made his way through the crowd, the music blurring around him. His steps quickened as he drew closer, he couldn’t let this go on any longer.

"Hey man, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna steal her from you for a second," Leon said, clapping the guy on the back a little too forcefully, his tone more blunt than necessary.

The senator shot him a confused look, clearly caught off guard, but before he could respond, Leon turned his attention to you.

"Actually, we weren’t d..." he began, but Leon cut him off with a sharp look, his patience running thin.

"The whiskey’s fine, but I’m sure you’re more interested in the oysters. You’re welcome to them," Leon dismissed him, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm as he ignored the man entirely.

Leon then turned to you, his tone shifting. "So, what do you say, sweetheart? Want to dance?" He extended his hand to you, his gaze intense, waiting for your response.

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded, a small smile playing at the corner of your lips. Leon’s expression softened ever so slightly, and he took one of your small hands in his, placing his other hand on your waist. His grip was firm, but not overpowering, guiding you with ease.

The music faded into the background, the beat barely noticeable as the two of you moved together.

Thank you," you said, cringing internally, already bracing for his inevitable response.

"Princess Y/N, thanking me?" Leon gasped, raising an eyebrow in exaggerated disbelief. "Never thought I'd see the day."

His smirk widened as he leaned in just a bit closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. "Guess I must be doing something right."

You flashed him a grin, rolling your eyes dramatically. "Don’t get cocky, Kennedy," you shot back, your voice laced with playful sarcasm. "Something tells me you came rushing to save me because you couldn't stand the thought of someone else getting all my attention. Didn’t like seeing how his hands were all over me, huh?"

Leon’s expression wavered for a brief second before he regained his composure, a low laugh slipping from his lips. “Oh, come on, sweetheart. Jealousy’s not my style. You just looked like a mess, and I figured I’d be nice for a change and lend a hand to a damsel in distress.”

You raised an eyebrow, arms crossed as you looked up at him with a cool expression. “Nice try, Leon. You’re so full of yourself, it’s almost impressive. Just don’t get it twisted , we hate each other and you trying to be good for once isn’t going to make you seem like a saint.“

The man smirked, unfazed by your words. He leaned back slightly, his arms folding across his chest as he studied you with a mocking glint in his eyes. “Oh, I’m not trying to be a saint,” he replied, “I’m just doing what any decent person would do. But hey, keep telling yourself whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/N.”

You scoffed, pulling away from Leon. "I’m done with your childish antics. Enjoy the reception, and stop bothering me." Without waiting for a reply, you turned and walked away.

Leon couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride—he loved getting under your skin. It almost excited him, though he couldn’t deny that your smile, rare as it was when aimed at him, was captivating. Standing on the dancefloor, he couldn’t tear his eyes away, watching your figure fade into the crowd.

Had he imagined it, or were you swaying your hips just a little more than usual?

Fucking tease.

A few hours and several bottles of champagne later, the night was winding down. Most people had already gone to bed or left the property. It was three in the morning, yet your group—including the bridesmaids, Ash, Ryan, and a few of his friends—was still going strong.

You slipped away from the group, craving a moment of peace. Stepping outside, you made your way through the quiet night to the terrace. The cool air brushed against your skin as you leaned against the railing, your gaze drifting to the distant lights.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a tall figure a few feet away—broad shoulders, blonde hair. His suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal veiny, muscular forearms. Leon. You weren’t sure if he had noticed you, but your eyes lingered on him, unwilling to look away. You felt something pool in the pit of your stomach.

And then you saw it—the fucker was holding a blunt. You couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh, the sight of him so unexpected and out of place. Leon slowly turned, raising an eyebrow as he caught your gaze, a half-smirk playing on his lips.

"Aren’t you the one fighting crime, officer?" you teased, a grin spreading across your face.

Leon took a slow drag, his eyes locking with yours. "Well, can't really arrest myself now, can I?" he replied, before adding with a mischievous glint, "But I wouldn't mind arresting you."

You feigned a shocked look, a playful laugh escaping your lips. "Is that a threat or an offer?" you shot back, the tension between you thickening as you couldn't help but smile at his boldness.

The thought of him putting handcuffs on you briefly crossed your mind - for fuck‘s sake.

"Give me a hit!" you demanded, your tone playful yet firm.

Leon raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. Without a word, he stepped closer and pressed the blunt to your lips, gently guiding it into your mouth while taking your jaw in his calloused hand. "Jesus, sweetheart, couldn’t have asked nicer," he murmured, his voice low and amused as he watched you.

The way you inhaled the smoke, holding his gaze without flinching, stirred something deep inside Leon. His chest tightened, a burning feeling spreading through him. You were beautiful, effortlessly so, and in that moment, he couldn’t look away.

Slowly, you handed the blunt back to him, your fingers brushing against his. He didn’t pull away; instead, Leon took a step forward, backing you against the railing. And you didn’t stop him. You didn’t know if it was the champagne making you more than just tipsy, the weed, or the mix of both, but in that moment, you didn’t plan on leaving. You stayed, heart racing, fully aware of the heat building between you.

And then you did it. Taking another drag, you closed the small gap between the two of you, your breath mingling with his. You exhaled the smoke slowly, letting it drift into his awaiting mouth, your eyes locked on his the entire time. Leon’s blue orbs were dark now, lust evident in them. You slung your arms around his neck, bringing him even closer. An electric tension crackling between you as you both lingered in the shared space.

Leon inhaled the toxic substance greedily and brought his lips to yours hungrily.

This kiss was anything but sweet. It was filthy and desperate, tongues exploring another, teeth clashing against each other. Both battling for dominance. He pulled you even closer, grasping the back of your neck with one hand, his other on your waist, gripping tightly.

Leon didn’t care about being gentle with you, he was desperate and needed to feel something. To feel you. From the inside out.

Slowly, you broke apart, breathing shallowly. The blunt lay somewhere in the grass, completely forgotten. You had your hands on his broad chest, exploring the taut muscles underneath the thin layer of cotton. Slowly, you peered up at him from under your lashes, "Come to my room?“ you asked, though you both knew that this wasn’t a question. Leon didn’t hesitate for a second. You almost ran to the room, fumbling to find the key to unlock it. When you stepped inside, none of you had bothered to take off their shoes.

In an instant, Leon threw you on the bed and crawled on top of you. With both of his toned arms on either side of your head, he had you caged in, trapped. The man was lowering his lips to yours again. Then he started trailing kisses down your jaw, to your neck. "Fuck, sweetheart, you smell divine. Can’t wait to ruin you.“ he rasped against your skin, clearly at least as intoxicated as you. You could feel his hard-on, pressing against your clothed core. „God K-K-Kennedy, make yourself useful and do something about it.“ you mewled, desperate to feel something between your thighs. Leon pushed himself off you and hiked your dress up. Ever so the obedient man. He chuckled when he saw your lace panties "All this for me? Cute.“

"Shut up!“ you hissed, shoving his face to the spot you wanted it most.

He pushed your thighs apart, dragging his fingertips above the exposed skin, watching with a grin, as you wrothe beneath him impatiently. Then, he took ahold of one of your legs and draped your high-heeled foot above his shoulder. Slowly, the blonde started leaving small pecks from your ankle - placed on his broad front - to the length of your limb, reaching your inner thighs. Gradually he started biting into them, almost breaking the tender skin, causing you to shriek and moan from the pain and frustration, that was building up inside of you.

Afterwards, Leon started kissing and licking at your cunt, still clad in lace. He pulled your underwear up, watching amusedly as your puffy folds encased the delicate fabric. He ripped your panties off with his teeth and sneakily pocketed them in his suit pants.

Leon wanted a reminder of this shared moment, something real but almost unreal, with the woman he had come to hate so deeply over the years.

You were so needy and whiny already and he hasn’t even got to touch you. He began licking a long stripe up the length of your pussy, before sucking on your clit, letting it go with a pop. "Lord!“ you hissed, tangling your fingers in his messy hair and pushing him even deeper into your heat. "The most beautiful meal, sweetheart.“ Leon groaned against your core, his voice muffled by the puffy lips, his nose bumping against your sensitive pearl. He ate you out like a man starved. Every time you slightly squirmed, he would grip your thighs harshly, stopping you from trembling any further.

He added one hand, running it along your slit, carefully easing his index finger into your fluttering hole, while sucking and pulling on your clit with his teeth. You whined and clenched around him as Leon did so, which encouraged him to add another digit into you. Slowly, he stared thrusting in and out of your pussy, enjoying the squelching sounds of your wetness, making you scream his name, while tears were running down your flushed cheeks already "F-Fuckk, Leonnn, ffuuuck, I gotta-gotta pee.“, you screamed at him, in hopes of him stopping. But he didn’t, the man watched as he brought you to your high, a predatory glint in his blue orbs.

You shuddered, the sweet release you had chased, escaping your gaping hole as it catapulted you into another dimension."Dirty slut, look at the mess you made“, he said in a condescending, almost mocking tone as he roughly took your jaw in his large hands, turning your face to make you look around at the aftermath of your arousal. You both knew how much he enjoyed watching you squirt for him.

You slowly reached for the collar off his dress shirt, connecting his lips to yours, being able to taste yourself on Leon’s tongue now. Moaning into the kiss you started tearing his clothes off of him, throwing them somewhere in the room. The man pulled your dress over your head, smirking as your braless tits came into his view, bouncing slightly as you positioned yourself on his, still clothed, manhood. You began to grind on it, teasingly, making him groan needily, looking up at you with hooded eyes "Aghh, n-nneeed to fuck you noww, sweetheart.“ You palmed him through his boxers, noticing a stain of precum on the black fabric, "Ohh baby, you’re just so eager for me.“ you praised, teasing him. Slowly you lowered yourself between his beefy thighs and started giving his cock feather light kisses, eliciting even more desperate growls from your supposed nemesis. He looked down at you with pleading eyes, any remaining trace of smugness gone now. Leon stroked your hair with his hand, almost encouragingly, egging you on to go further.

You just stared up at him though, a mean smile on your full lips.

And before you knew it, he had manhandled you so you were positioned flat on your belly underneath him. Now on top of you again, his boxers off, Leon teased the tip of his dick between your puffy, pink folds, though not entering you yet. You turned your head, trying to sneak a look at his length, when he pushed your head into the mattress. "Look at who’s desperate now.“, he chuckled degradingly, almost sadistically. You could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck.

Slowly, he prodded at your entrance with his tip and without any warning he plunged himself into your pussy fully, a loud groan escaping him. "Leeeonn, oh g-god.“ you babbled, completely cockdrunk in an instant, not comprehending anything. He gave you almost no time to adjust, then he bottomed out completely, his heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit. Leon took your jaw into his hand and made you gaze at him, keeping eye contact. While still ruthlessly pounding into you, he pried your mouth open with this thumb and spit into it, leaving a string of saliva that connected your lips to his swollen ones. "Swallow, slut.“ And you did, hungry for more, you kissed him again. Teeth clashing against each other from the force he was using to fuck into you. You could feel his tip, pressing against your favourite spot now, making you gasp out an array of profanities.

His other hand had found your needy clit and started rubbing it, pleasuring you even further. With his broad chest, still flush with your back, he left a trail of kisses and bites on your neck and shoulders. The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin and both of your desperate moans and pants. "B-baby aaah, c-can’t last much longeer.“, Leon groaned into the crook of your neck, his tip kissing your cervix simultaneously.

Your fingers entwined on the sheets, you reached your high, at the same time. A shudder went through your whole body as the burning coil in your gut finally snapped, the sweet release coming to you.

His thrusts got sloppier and he spurted his hot sperm into your awaiting womb.

Afterwards Leon and you stayed like that for a bit, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other. He slowly pulled out of your warmth, making sure not to hurt your sore body.

The blonde-haired man started cleaning you up. Afterwards he got back into bed with you, cradling you against his broad chest. You were almost asleep when you mumbled, "I still hate you, Leon.“

He chuckled, his lips grazing the crown of your head as he whispered, "Funny, because I could’ve sworn you were about to say you love me, sweetheart.“

Y‘all I‘m sorry about any spelling errors, I didn’t proofread this thing bc I honestly think it’s not that good. Just had an idea and I wanted to write it down before I forgot. Also lmk if you would want to read more stuff with Leon bc I honestly just love him. For this story I imagined re4 Leon because it would match the storyline by age best but whatever suits you. Thank you for reading, xx

[repulsiveliquidation]

Eyes on Me || Leila Ouahabi

a/n : trying out a new format, we'll see how that goes. i did not proof-read this at all. i am also having a redbull for the first time and i don't think it'll do anything for me.

The sun shines through the hotel room in Malta. Leila has her arm wrapped around your middle with a tight grip on you. The sun gets into your eyes so you try your best to turn around in her arms. She whines, rolling over and tucking her face into your neck. You chuckle and tuck her hair behind her ear.

“Morning, amor,” you chirp softly, lips pressed to her forehead softly. She shifts, leg coming up to wrap around you.

“Bon dia,” she mumbles, pressing a feather-light kiss to your neck. She pushes herself up a little, eyes scrunched up to block out the sun.

“You didn’t close the blinds last night,” she grumbles, plopping herself back on top of you.

“I wasn’t the last one in bed, you were.”

“Yeah, but-” you cut her off.

“Why is that baby?” you ask with a cheeky smile, mind wandering to the activities of last night.

“I was cleaning up after we fucked,” she says quietly, a blush creeping up on her face.

“Mhm, and you fucked me so good I couldn’t feel my legs bebita,” you tease, sliding out from under her and heading into the bathroom. You hear her huff, then her head hitting the pillow. You giggle and go through your morning routine, hearing her rummaging about in the room. You decide on a shower, the sound of the rainfall showerhead going piques her interest and she pokes her head in the door.

“Am I allowed to join you, bebé?”

“Depends, do you promise to behave?”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” she says, already stripped and in the shower with you. Her hands wrap around your waist and pull you into her, lips pressed to yours as you reach around and cradle her head. She grins, hands cheekily traveling lower and lower to your ass. She gives you a hard squeeze before a wet smack rings through the bathroom.

You gasp into her mouth and giggle, kissing her harder as the shower steams up. She presses a thigh between your legs, your hips immediately wanting to grind down on her. She helps you, hands gripping your hips as you grind down on her muscular thigh. You whine, looking up into her eyes as you use her body to get off.

She slowly presses you against the wall, smashing her lips to yours in a rough kiss. You moan and cup her face to kiss back. She pulls away and slowly kisses down your neck and collarbones, hands kneading at your sides.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers as her lips ghost your neck, dragging themselves lightly over your chest. She grasps your breasts, lips sucking them in hard and tight. She fondles the other, thigh wedged between your legs again.

“Please,” you beg, “Please don’t stop.”

Leila nods, eyes looking up at you before switching sides. She bites a little too hard but you don’t mind, the pain and pleasure surging through you. Your hips grind down and ride her thigh, evidence of your arousal washed away instantly with every flick of your hips.

“So wet for me, amor? Did I not make you come so well last night?” Leila teases, one hand on your hip as the other grabs as much of your ass as it could. You suddenly moan loudly after a particular grind of your hips, swollen clit catching on her hard thigh. Your orgasm builds to a crescendo, thighs shaking as you begin to move your hips faster and faster.

Suddenly, she grabs your face, her eyes dark with lust.

“Look at me when you come, pretty girl.”  

Your eyes shoot up to gaze deeply into hers as your high comes crashing down. You shudder and grab onto her, her signature smile on her face as she holds you up.

You stand and don’t wobble too much, lips crashing onto hers. She giggles and kisses back, getting a little shy.

“My turn,” you say with determination, turning her around to press her back to the wall. She gives you another one of her signature bright smiles, hands tangled in your hair as you kneel before her.

She arches her back a little, your lips wrapped tight around her clit. She was soaked, to say the least, eyes rolling into her head as you rhythmically suck on her folds. She grips your hair tight, grinding herself on your tongue.

“Mm, you’re doing so good for me princesa…” Leila praises, breath hitching in her throat when your tongue slips into her pussy and begins to suckle noisily. The water in the shower remains as hot as ever, your tongue expertly devouring her slick folds with swishes and flicks that bring her knees to a tense shudder.

You grasp her ass and pull her in closer, two fingers pressed deep inside her as your tongue sucks hard on her throbbing clit.

“Just like that, cariño,” Leila praises, her hooded eyes never leaving yours as you stare up at her. Her beautiful dark eyes always soften when she’s close to coming, the pre-orgasm shocks surging through her as push her towards her high.

The scream of your name is heard by no one else but you, the remote hotel room you two booked was the ideal location for a quick weekend getaway from the pitch.

Leila pulls you up and kisses you tenderly, moaning at the taste of her on your lips.

“You are something else with that mouth of yours, princesa.”

“Mm, sí,”

She leans in and kisses you again, grabbing the body wash and getting a good lather going.

//

“Are you sure you know how to work this thing?” you ask Leila as you step onto the boat.

“Sí, Soy el capitán de los mares!” she says, putting on a captain hat that she finds in the cockpit.

“Just because you’ve got the hat on, doesn’t make you the ‘captain of the seas’ babe!” you warn, laying out a beach towel and your bags on the sun deck.

Leila rolls her eyes at you, taking her time to sail out to crystal blue waters with no one else around. You stand behind her the whole time in the name of love (really you were nitpicking) with your arms around her middle and your chin resting on her shoulder. She turned her head and demanded a few kisses, your mind racing to ingrain the image of Leila sailing the boat into your memory forever. Watching her strong arms turn the console with her dark sunglasses on and pretty bathing suit underneath her shirt was doing wonders for your fantasies.

She docks the rented yacht just near a private island the boat owner had recommended. She kisses your cheek and walks out onto the deck with a smile as she takes a deep breath. You, however, have not stopped staring at your girlfriend.

“Would you like a picture amor? I know I look irresistible right now,” she teases with a grin, a deep blush flooding up your neck and cheeks.

You scramble for your phone and walk up to her, the camera pointed at her as she poses confidently for you. 

“Done,” you say shyly, giggling softly as you look through the pictures. She stands and comes over, kissing your shoulder softly.

“You’re so beautiful, amor,” you tell her, tilting your head up to kiss her. Her lips find yours, phone abandoned on the deck as your arms pull her closer and your lips kiss her harder.

“Sí, I am,” she says, earning a smack on her ass. She laughs, cupping your face and kissing you hard.

“You’re the beautiful one, bebita.”

Leila pulls you towards the towels you’ve placed, kneeling and rummaging in her bag. She hands you a speaker and you get it connected, playing your party mix as loud as you want. She pulls something else out of the bag, something that wipes the grin off your face.

Leila holds up her strap, a cheeky grin on her face. You try to grab it from her and hide it, looking around with fear that people would see her holding a literal dick in her hands. But you visibly relax when you realize that no one is around.  

“I asked bebé, no one comes around here so we’ve got it all to ourselves for a few hours.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, still a little apprehensive.

“I would have never brought it if I wasn’t sure, princesa.”

“Then fuck me, Ouahabi.”

You did not have to tell her twice.

Leila pounced on you, roughly maneuvering you onto your back before smashing her lips to yours. You kiss back the best you can, a high whine leaving your throat.

“Please Leila,” you whimper as she pulls away and kisses down your neck. Your hands tangle in her hair, nails scratching hard at her scalp as you grasp her dark locks. She moans against your skin, teeth caught on your nipple as she pulls away.

She helps you to your feet before pulling the harness on, turning you around to hold onto the side of the boat. You push your sunglasses up before you feel Leila’s cock right on your entrance. She’s just pulled your swimsuit to the side, fingers making quick work of your top. It falls to the floor; your breasts are full and ready for a little color, from the sun and your girlfriend’s adoration to marking them.  

She teases your entrance with the toy, hand reaching around to rub your clit. You groan and hang your head low, grinding back into her chasing just a little friction.

“No, princesa. You will do as I say or we go back where I’ll fuck you in front of everyone.”

You look back at her in shock, eyes as wide as saucers.

“See, we don’t want that now do we?”

“No…” 

“So be a good girl,” she says before she leans into you, lips close to your ear, “and do as I fucking say.”

You nod, turning your head back forward with your ass out like she put you. She grins, pushing the tip of her cock into you slowly. You feel her bottom out, her cock filling you to the brim. You groan and your eyes roll into your head, holding back the urge to fuck back on her thick cock.

Leila knew that you were holding back with all your might. She could see your thighs shaking a little and your knuckles turning white as you gripped the edge tight.

She gently began to thrust into you, hands gripping your hips tight as she fucked deep into you. You moaned her name freely, any fear of anyone hearing you was out the door.

“Feels good, mi vida?” Leila asks, spanking your ass hard three times before you could answer. Your response catches in your throat, turning into a deep moan as she starts to pound harder and rougher into you.

“Fuck!” you scream, knees buckling at the strength of her thrusts. She pulls out and lays you down on the elevated deck, hurriedly kissing your breasts and slowly down your stomach. She presses your legs wide open, burying her face between your legs. She sucks hard on your wet clit, three fingers slipping into your soaked pussy.

“Lei-Leila!” you stutter as she begins to press up into your sweet spot and suck harder at your clit. She pulls away when she’s got slick dripping down her chin, leaning over and pressing her lips to yours.

You kiss her sloppily, her cock slipping back inside you as she pulls you closer.

“You take my cock so well, amor…” she growls, fucking up into you harder and harder. You nod as tears begin to fill your eyes, your hand falling between your legs to flick at your clit hard.

“You're close, sí? You wanna come on my cock, mi estrella?”

“Please, please!”

“Good girl, you remember the rules princesa? Eyes on me when you come.”

You force your eyes open, staring into her brown eyes that set off your orgasm.

Leila fucks you through it, pounding right into your sweet spot until you scream for her to stop. She presses a sweet kiss to your lips. She pulls out and takes the harness off, placing it back in her bag.  

“Mi chica perfecta,” she compliments as she helps you to your feet. She hands you your swim top and ties it back on for you.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Sí, it is my best quality,” she exclaims, climbing onto the deck and jumping straight into the sea.

“Careful!” you yell as it falls on deaf ears. She resurfaces above the clear water, urging you to join her.

“It’s not cold!” she tells you when she hears you complaining about it, wading above water right by the ladder.

You reach out for her to help you in, instead, she yanks you head first into the water. You yelp in surprise, smacking her arm hard as you try to catch your breath.

“I could have died, idiota!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t! Come on, let’s swim for a bit then I’ve got something to show you that I think you’ll like.”

An hour later, you’re back on the boat with some decent color and 5 more hickeys than before. Leila sails for about 10 minutes or so, docking the boat at the most beautiful island you’ve seen. She smiles when she sees your surprise, carefully helping you off the boat with her bag in her other hand. The silky soft sand slips between your toes, the warm afternoon sun beating down on you both. There’s a little hut and some blankets, but no one else around.

“Are we alone too?”

“Yes, just you and me.”

You take initiative this time, dragging Leila over to the towels where there’s a little shade and a soft sea breeze. She sits down quickly, loving the enthusiasm you’ve got. You crawl up her, kissing softly along her body. She relaxes into the sand, arms crossed behind her head.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you whisper, teeth pulling her bottoms off. Leila watches, eyes growing dark with lust like they did earlier. She lets out a frustrated sigh, legs opening wide at your quiet request.

You do the same, stripping off your swimsuit, the thrill of it giving that extra little boost of confidence.

You help her put the strap back on, settling high on her lap as you gently settle onto it. She fills you for a third time, her thick cock still giving you that full feeling that gets your heart racing and toes curling.

“Whenever you’re ready, princesa,” she coos, rough hands caressing your thighs. You start to ride her slowly, head thrown back in pure passion as she decides to thrust up into you as you come down on her.

“Fuck Leila, cock feels so good,” you whine, riding her harder before she holds you up and fucks up into you. You scream in pleasure, the accuracy of her thrusts has your head spinning in pure sexual ecstasy.  

She manages to flip you over, leaning back and wasting no time fucking into your pussy hard. She groans and presses your legs back, hips expertly fucking into your wet hole. You can only scratch your nails down her back, moaning loudly as she gives you her cock how she deems fit.

“Leila, por favor!”

“What do you want hm?” she leans down and whispers to you, hips fucking into you deeper than you thought possible.

“Please make me come!”

“¿Quieres que te haga venir, mi chica perfecta?”

“Please!”

“All you had to do was ask, princesa,” she teased, hand wrapping around your neck as your eyes immediately looked up at her. They’re glassy and focused on nothing but her, your body shuddering hard as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. The force of the thrusts that throws you over the edge knocks the wind out of your lungs; her hand tight around your neck sends that ecstatic feeling of lightheadedness straight to your core.

“Leila!” you croak out before she pulls out and quickly shifts lower to suck on your folds. You moan loudly and have to pry her off you, a hungry growl heard deep in her throat when she presses her lips to yours.

“Want you to come too,” you tell her, hands already on her ass to pull her up onto your face. She groans and throws the strap off, eagerly straddling your face for her to ride.

You stick your tongue out and she folds over your head, gripping your hair as you devour her wet folds. She grinds herself down on your tongue, her jaw wrenched open as she mutters your name over and over.

“So pretty,” you whisper into her pussy to yourself, leaning in to taste her again. She’s intoxicating, you reckon you could eat her out for hours.

Your lips suck hard at her clit, nails dug into the abundant meat of her ass. She shudders on top of you, her thighs tightening around your head. This spurs you on, tongue flicking over her clit as she comes undone on top of you. She rides it out until she’s satisfied, leaving you feeling satisfied and used.

She crawls off you, kissing you softly before pulling you into her lap to watch the sunset.

“I love you,” she says quietly, face tucked into your neck as the sun begins to set in front of you.

“I love you too,” you whisper, her arms tightening around you.

[strawberryblue-blog]

can you do a Ruben x reader smut where he reacts to the reader getting his jersey number tattooed on her lower back

Number three —Ruben Dias.

summary: request.

warnings: YES. +18. smut, unprotected sex, spanking, size kink.

words count: +2.3k.

#SEXYNOTE: I will use Ruben's number at Manchester City.

💌: Masterlist.

The sound of the tattoo machine still echoes in your head as you walk to the car. You're wearing a light jacket that covers your lower back, though you can still feel the slight sting where the tattoo now lies. You're nervous but also excited. You can't wait to show it to him.

You've been planning this for months, ever since you saw how proud he was when his team won the local championship. Him, number 3, the captain, the heart and soul of the team. And you, his number one fan, wanted to do something special, something to show him how much he meant to you. It didn't take long to heal, since it wasn't that big and deep and you had taken every precaution to take good care of it.

Today was finally the day you were going to show him the tattoo and you were kind of excited to tell the truth. Honestly it was something crazy that you would never have done in other circumstances but you loved Ruben and your support went beyond your simple love. You admired him, he was a great leader, who would hold his head up despite defeat and lead his team to success at every step. You wanted to show him your unconditional support.

When Ruben arrives home from work, you feel a mixture of anxiety and excitement. You hear his shout downstairs and wait for him in the bedroom while you continue folding laundry and rearranging pillows. Ruben greets you with his usual smile as he leaves the workout bag lying somewhere in the room.

"Hi, love" he says as he hugs you. His hands touch your back and you smile at the thought of what you did. "Why are you wearing that mysterious smile?"

"It's nothing" you reply, playfully trying to hide the smile.

The excitement makes you nervous and you start to doubt whether to actually show it to him, even though you know he'll see it sooner or later.

Ruben wraps his arms around you again and you melt into an affectionate kiss as his hands wrap around your hips and yours embrace his big shoulders. «It's time» you think as his lips caress you.

"I have a surprise for you but you have to promise not to tease" you whisper against his lips pulling apart slightly. Ruben growls trying to kiss you but you put your hands on his shoulders, smiling at him in warning.

"Tease you? Love, you know I wouldn't do that. What is it?" he says suspicious and curious.

You bite your lip somewhat shyly. Your fingers tremble as you grab the edge of your t-shirt from home (it's actually his) and slowly turn around. You lift your shirt slightly to expose your lower back.

"Surprise..." you say somewhat amused, feeling the anxiety in your belly.

"What?" your voice cuts off when you see the tattoo. You turn a little to see his face and you can see the confusion and surprise on his face.

The number 3, perfectly outlined with the font of his team's uniform, right in the center of your lower back.

For a moment, he says nothing, and you wonder if it was too much. But then you hear him let out a soft, almost incredulous laugh. He's more than surprised.

"Are you serious?" he asks, standing up.

His hands gently rest on your waist as he takes a closer look. "Is it real?" he questions in shock.

You nod. "Touch it and see" you tell him and he looks at you in confusion.

Something trembling with his fingers touches your painted skin, skirting the drawing. A shiver runs down your back and Ruben notices. A small smile begins to form on his lips and you bite your tongue nervously.

"Did you do this for me?" he insists admiring your back. His eyes sparkle when he asks.

"Of course" you say, turning to look over your shoulder at him. "I wanted you to know how much I care about what you do and that you have my support. You're my number 3."

He smiles, and his eyes sparkle in a way you've rarely seen in the dim light of the room.

"Love, this is...amazing. I never thought you'd do something like this" he continues saying excitedly.

Before you can respond, he wraps you in a hug from behind, careful not to touch the newly made tattoo too much.

"You don't know how happy this makes me. It's the nicest gesture anyone has ever made to me."

He turns you to face you and his lips find yours in a soft but emotion-filled kiss.

"You're amazing" he says against your mouth. "Really"

His fingers return to your lower back and slip under your shirt, groping the area again. With his fingertips he begins to prod your skin playfully as he glues his body to yours.

"Thank you for this" he whispers in your ear. "I swear there is nothing in the world that can top what I feel right now" he kisses your neck sweetly.

You smile happily as his lips begin to take another turn, Ruben leaves little bites on your neck, licking and sucking. A gasp escapes your mouth and he smiles, you feel it on your skin.

"Let me surprise you back, love" he says as his eyes return to yours.

His big hands wrap around your ass and he squeezes it hard, making you moan. You don't even have to agree as your lips meet his desperately. Ruben kisses you hard and wild as his hands roam your lower back and ass, squeezing you.

You begin to stumble around the room as you desperately remove your clothes. Your shirt quickly disappears as you are left in just panties and Ruben begins to peel off his pants after you remove his shirt.

Your hands run down his hard chest, your nails gently caressing his skin as you continue kissing. You reach the bed and Ruben grabs your waist, turning you with one stroke making you squeal. Your back is against his chest and you gasp as his hands encircle your breasts, pressing them pleasurably.

You can feel his bulge in your ass, starting to press harder and harder into your body. You both gasp from the friction and he continues to kiss your neck. His hands move down your belly, caressing you, then move to your hips and finally position themselves on your back. With a little force, Ruben pushes you against the bed and you're bent against him, lifted up a little, until you're on your knees and hands on the mattress. Your ass in his sight. Totally exposed. You can feel the heat burning between your legs and you're sure he can too. Your chest is pressed against the bed and your ass is raised high.

Ruben takes some time and when you turn your head a little, you can see what he's looking at your tattoo as he licks his lips. You feel a twinge in your lower belly.

"Damn, baby" he gasps as he looks back at you again and again.

His voice sounds husky, fiery. His eyes have darkened and shine like lanterns. He reaches up to you and touches you again, his fingers caressing the tattoo and then sliding down your body, taking your panties with them. You gasp as you are free of your clothes.

You're so aroused you're surprised that without touching you're already a mess. Ruben is being rough and desperate and you love it. You are desperate.

With his hands he squeezes your ass, making you moan, you want him to touch you. You need it. His fingers run up and down your slit, back and forth, making you grunt. He's enjoying himself.

"Do you want to see how happy your surprise made me, love?" he asks loudly and loudly. You don't get to nod as two of his fingers sink into your wet hole, entering you perfectly as you arch your back.

Your body trembles and you don't know if it's from the pleasure or the position but that's how you stay. With your ass on top while Ruben rams you with his fingers. You have never tried this position before and you have to admit that you love it. The power and control Ruben exerts over you while you are completely vulnerable to him, letting him touch you. Ruben knows it and takes every minute to show it.

With his thumb he strokes your clit as he continues to fuck you with his fingers deep, you feel him bottom out and pull his fingers out, he's making you lose your mind.

"Look at you" he murmurs as you cry out. "Getting fucked while you have my number on your back" he gasps smacking your ass with his free hand.

You scream biting your tongue to hide. This is wonderful. Pleasure begins to build up in your belly and you gasp in despair.

"R-ruben..." you moan trying to grab his hand. You need to stop now, otherwise you'll come so hard you won't be able to go on. You want his cock. You need to feel him, not his fucking fingers.

"What do you want, baby?" he gasps as he keeps pounding your center. "Be a good girl and ask me"

You open your mouth to speak but a moan shuts you up as you feel the burning in your crotch.

"Fuck me, Ruben" you can barely say. "With your cock, fuck me" you scream trying to lift your body but Ruben stops you.

He pushes you back down until your chest is on the bed again, your ass well up and your legs spread apart. Your body starts to ache but you don't care, you need to feel it. You feel him pull away a little and you sigh for air, you need to calm down. You see him out of the corner of your eye taking off his boxer shorts and bite your lip as you watch him stroke his ready cock.

Ruben settles in standing behind you and looks at your tattoo again, right in his sight, his fingers gently outlining it, making you bristle. You feel him mark the three on your skin, over and over again, as with his other hand he takes his cock and moves it closer to your slit. First he strokes your entrance, up and down, making you gasp in unison.

You swallow saliva and your legs tremble, preparing for what's coming. He doesn't stop touching your tattoo at any moment and with his other hand, he holds you by the waist. He fucks you hard, entering you completely in one thrust. You moan so loud you feel him scrape your throat. His cock is so big it opens your walls and you feel some pressure, you'll never get used to that size. It's perfect. He barely moves a little and you are so sensitive, you moan. Damn, Ruben made a mess of you.

"You're so tight baby" he gasp sighing. You move slowly, looking to take shape. "So hot, so beautiful" he whisper as he begin to move fast.

You go into a seesaw of emotions as his pelvis slams against your ass, making a hot dirty noise, turning you on. You feel his strength hit you and you hold onto the sheets, squeezing his so hard in your fingers you think they'll crack. His hand is still there, holding you by your lower back as he fucks you again and again, hard and firm. The burning in your muscles starts to bother you but you don't care.

One of his hands bends down a little and grabs one of your breasts, squeezing your nipple as you scream so loud you have to hide your head in the mattress. The pleasure is so immense you don't know how this will end, you fear you will pass out or not be able to move for days after this.

"Ruben" you moan his name as he penetrates you from behind so hard.

He is so emerged in pleasure that you can only watch as he stares at your lower back, his eyes fixed on the black ink tracing your skin. At this very moment you're thanking for the day you decided to go and get his number tattooed on you.

He begins to fuck you faster, more erratically, in search of pleasure. The moans start to get wilder, you can't help but cry out as his cock slams deep inside your center, it's so hard it's going to hurt tomorrow. But you just limit yourself to enjoy being fucked by Ruben.

"You won't just have my number on your body baby, you'll have me too" he gasps slamming into your ass again hard.

You bite down on the sheet as the pleasure builds in your lower belly and you know you are too close but you want to wait for Ruben. It only takes a few seconds before his cock releases inside you, you can feel his hot liquid spill down your legs and his balls contract. You gasp so hard when you can't hold it in anymore and explode. Ruben moans so loudly as your juices begin to mix with his cum, running down his cock and your thighs.

Ruben comes inside you and falls limp on your back as you both try to catch your breaths, heaving as you snuggle against each other.

[hy6erion]

Would you do something smutty for Omar? Like forbidden romance, maybe the reader works for another team? No worries if not! ☺️

𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬

𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⍣✰..𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚, 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬-𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

⇢ 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤), 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 (𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢), 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱

You knew this was going to happen.

You don’t know when you started losing control—maybe that first press conference, when Omar had smirked at you from across the room, barely listening to the questions being thrown at him, more interested in the way you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. Maybe it was the tunnel before the last match, when he walked past you with nothing but a glance, but it lingered, and you felt it for hours afterward.

Or maybe it was tonight.

After the game, when tensions were still running high, players shoving, shouting, the rivalry bleeding into post-match interviews. You had been in the thick of it, doing your job—pulling players away from heated reporters, making sure the headlines tomorrow weren’t worse than they already would be.

Omar had been watching.

Not discreetly. Not with the usual stolen glances and passing interest.

No, this time, he had been studying you.

The worst part? You had let him.

You had felt his eyes on you the entire time—when you were smoothing over a brewing fight, when you were speaking to your team’s manager, when you finally exhaled in the hallway outside the media room, shutting your eyes for one brief second of reprieve.

That was when he made his move.

“Rough night?”

You knew his voice before you even opened your eyes.

When you finally turned, he was leaning casually against the wall, hands in his pockets, watching you like he was enjoying himself too much. His hair was still damp from the shower, his jersey swapped out for a fitted black shirt that did nothing to make ignoring him easier.

“You shouldn’t be talking to me right now,” you muttered, barely sparing him a glance.

Omar didn’t seem concerned. “That bad?”

You shot him a look. “Your team did just try to kill half of mine.”

He huffed out a laugh, tilting his head slightly. “Exaggeration.”

You gave him a deadpan stare. “Really? Because I just had to make sure one of my guys didn’t go to the press covered in blood.”

Omar grinned. “Tell him to throw a proper punch next time.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing off the wall. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he mused, “you’re still talking to me.”

Your stomach twisted because he wasn’t wrong. You should walk away. You should be handling your team, fixing the media disaster that was bound to explode in the morning.

Instead, you were still here, letting Omar inch closer, letting that pull between you tighten like a wire about to snap.

You sucked in a slow breath, steadying yourself. “What do you want?”

Omar’s smirk softened, but there was something sharper in his gaze now, something that sent a slow wave of heat crawling up your spine.

“You already know.”

You hated that he was right.

You hated that you wanted him just as much.

But you weren’t stupid. You weren’t going to be another girl he played with, another reckless choice he made just because he could.

So you crossed your arms, raising a brow. “Then say it.”

For a second, you thought he wouldn’t. That he’d keep up the teasing, keep letting the tension simmer without ever fully breaking.

But then he took a step closer—just enough that your breath caught, just enough that if you moved even slightly, your bodies would touch.

“I want you in my room,” he said simply, voice low, steady. “Now.”

A shiver ran through you. Not from nerves. Not from hesitation.

From want.

Omar must have noticed, because his smirk deepened, and before you could think of a response—before you could even process the mess you were walking into—he turned on his heel and walked away.

Not looking back.

Not waiting for an answer.

Because he knew you’d follow.

And the worst part?

He was right.

You tell yourself you hesitated.

That you lingered in the hallway for a long time, weighing the consequences, reminding yourself of everything at stake.

But that would be a lie.

Because not even ten minutes later, you’re standing outside his hotel room, your heart pounding as you raise your hand to knock.

The door swings open before you touch it.

Omar leans against the frame, dark eyes sweeping over you slowly, like he already knew you’d come but wanted to see it, to feel the weight of your decision before either of you spoke.

You swallow hard. “This is a bad idea.”

His lips twitch, but he doesn’t smirk this time. He just watches you, steady and certain. “Then walk away.”

A challenge. A dare.

You don’t move.

Omar exhales softly, stepping aside. “Come in.”

You do.

The door closes behind you, the final nail in the coffin, the last warning that you should have listened to.

But it’s too late now. You barely have time to turn before Omar is on you.

The kiss is nothing like the teasing, lingering glances before. It’s hard, demanding, filled with weeks of tension crashing down all at once. His hands grip your waist, pulling you against him like he’s done waiting, like he’s done playing whatever game the two of you had started.

You gasp when your back meets the wall, and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss, his teeth catching your bottom lip before his tongue soothes the sting.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he mutters against your lips.

You laugh, breathless, your fingers threading into his hair. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.”

Omar huffs out something like a curse before his lips trail lower, over your jaw, down your throat.

His hands slip under your blazer, pushing it off your shoulders, and you let it fall to the floor without a second thought. His fingers slide under your shirt next, slow and deliberate, teasing over your skin until you’re aching for more.

“Say you want this,” he murmurs.

You tighten your grip in his hair, pulling his mouth back to yours. “I think that’s obvious.”

Omar groans, and then his hands are on your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs wrap around his waist, and the next thing you know, you’re falling onto the bed, his body pressing into yours, heat radiating off him in waves.

You stop thinking altogether.

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The room is suffocating with heat, the air thick with tension that had been brewing for weeks. Omar's hands are everywhere-gripping your hips, sliding up your thighs, his touch firm and demanding.

He presses you down into the mattress, his body covering yours entirely, his breath hot against your ear as he growls, "You knew this would happen."

You gasp as he rolls his hips against you, slow but deliberate, teasing you with just enough friction to make you ache. Your fingers dig into his back, nails pressing into warm skin. "Stop talking," you whisper, voice uneven, needy.

Omar chuckles darkly, his lips brushing over your jaw, down your throat. "Impatient?"

You arch into him, desperate for more, and that's all the confirmation he needs. His grip tightens on your waist, pinning you beneath him as he finally, finally gives you what you want.

The first thrust steals your breath.

The stretch, the burn, the way he fills you-it's overwhelming, intoxicating, the kind of pleasure that borders on too much. Omar groans against your skin, his hands flexing on your hips, his control hanging by a thread.

He doesn't start slow.

He doesn't tease.

He fucks you like he's claiming you.

Each thrust is deep, precise, a relentless rhythm that has you gasping, moaning, gripping onto him like he's the only thing keeping you grounded.

"You feel so fucking good," he rasps, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath uneven.

You can't speak. You can barely think.

All you can do is cling to him, meeting his movements, your body tightening with every snap of his hips.

His fingers slip between you, pressing against the most sensitive part of you, and your whole body shudders.

"Come for me," he murmurs, voice low, coaxing. "Let me feel you."

It takes only a few more thrusts before you fall apart, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave, your nails dragging down his back as your body clenches around him.

Omar follows seconds later, groaning your name as he buries himself deep, his body going rigid before he finally collapses against you.

For a long moment, neither of you move.

The only sound is heavy breathing, the faint hum of satisfaction lingering in the air. Omar presses lazy kisses along your jaw, his fingers tracing idle patterns over your skin, like he has no intention of letting go.

And you don’t want him to.

You don't know how long it takes for your breathing to slow, for your heart rate to settle.

Omar is still against you, his forehead resting against yours, his fingers lazily tracing along your waist. Neither of you speak.

You should feel guilty.

You don’t.

You should leave.

You won’t.

Instead, you run your fingers through his hair, your touch slow, lingering. “You’re trouble.”

Omar grins, his lips brushing over your jaw, lazy and satisfied. “And you like it.”

You do. That’s the problem. Because this wasn’t a mistake.

It was a decision.

A decision you know you’ll make again.

[trulyhblue]

If you write for her, I will not be opposed to a Kerstin Casparij one because I have the biggest fattest crush on her. Maybe a fan keeps showing up in the fanzone (an area of the Joie stadium where a selected few are allowed to meet the players, but it's random each time and should make it so its different every time so everyone gets a go.) And nobody knows why she's there or how she keeps getting chosen but the players find it funny and make sure to get round to her every time. But Kerstin always spends a particularly long amount of time with her, until it's revealed that she's pulling strings and getting the girl in every time just so she can see her. (You can either do it where she does it because she likes her or because they're dating, it works with both and I'm not sure which one I want more.)

Charmer

Kerstin Casparji x Reader, Lauren Hemp x Platonic! Reader, Esme Morgan x Platonic! Reader, Man City WT x Reader.

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, established secret relationship

A/N — Thank you for this request!! Love it so much. Will definitely write more for Kerstin if anyone is willing to send in some requests!!!!!

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You had met Kerstin in a bakery down the road from your house. When you first saw each other, the woman nearly tripped over her own feet. You were surprised by the shock on her face like she was starstruck by being in a metre of your presence. You gave her a friendly smile, hoping your open ambiguity would keep things humble.

It was during your final exams, the ones where you needed to pass so that you could continue your degree. You were very passionate about what you did, and sitting down in a quiet coffee shop with your headphones on and books open was your idea of being productive.

Kerstin, on the other hand, had the impression that you didn't want to talk to her.

Which, well, to be honest, you were in the middle of studying, but you gave no clear indication of what she thought you were thinking.

Instead of going about her day — she should've been at training twelve minutes ago, but it was only media day so they could wait — she slowly sauntered closer to where you sat, pretending to be interested in the decorative flowers that embellished the cafe. You watched her out of the corner of your eye, smiling at her piss-poor attempt in remaining discreet.

You were dressed in very basic clothing, similar to hers save for the Manchester symbol embedded on her jumper. Only one ear was covered by your headphones, meaning that Kerstin would be heard loud and clear if she plucked up the courage to speak to you — which she was trying to do now. She thought you were the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen, and she was surrounded by women almost every single day of her life. You looked extremely immersed in what you were doing, which should of been an indicator of apathy but it only lured Kerstin in more.

She wanted to know everything about you. Your name, you favourite colour, what you did, what you loved, who you loved—

It sounded a bit creepy, so she shook off her thoughts and focused deeply on the flowers. The woman was staring at her screen distantly, aimlessly typing away on the keyboard with a mug by her side.

When she realised you had caught her staring, she buried and swallowed down her pride. “They are nice flowers, don't you think?” She asked, her cheeks burning a vibrant red as if she had just run a marathon. You noticed her accent, one that wasn't accustomed to Manchester, and nodded like you cared about the topic.

“Yes, but I think they are fake.” You replied, smiling wider as the woman’s flustered state only grew in size when she caught sight of the very fake-looking plants.

“Oh.” She gulped, shoving her hands into her pockets. She's so stupid, she thought to herself, she’d blown her chance of even talking to this gorgeous stranger by talking about some stupid, fake plants.

You wondered whether the woman would continue the conversation she started, but the silence that followed was a pretty good indicator that she was audibly stumped on what to say.

“They are pretty, though.”

“Like you,” Kerstin spoke without thinking and instantly regretted it. She slapped her hand across her mouth, nearly walking out of the coffee shop, packing her bags and moving back to the Netherlands. “Fuck, sorry. That just— erm, came out. Sorry.”

You took off your headphones, pretending to act offended, raising your eyebrows and sighing. “You don't mean it?”

“What— no, no, you are so pretty. Like, beautiful, gorgeous. That's why I'm here. Well— yeah, I saw and thought you were pretty. I didn't mean it like that. You're probably smart, too, but— erm, yeah.”

The look of remorse almost made you feel bad, but your amusement — and somewhat endearment — overturned your hesitancy.

Instead, you laughed, took a sip of your drink and smiled, hoping it would calm the woman’s nerves.

“You worry too much.” You said, moving across the booth you were sitting on, offering the space beside you for her to sit down. She did so without delay. “I'm not someone you should waste your worry on.”

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” Kerstin answered wholeheartedly, pleased when she noticed the blush that dusted your cheeks. “I would rather worry about you than anything else for the rest of my life.”

You laughed, crossing your arms over your chest. “You don't even know me.”

With a push of confidence, Kerstin wrapped an arm over the back of the booth, scarcely missing your shoulder. “If you’d let me, I’d like to.”

“Charmer.”

It was from there that you and Kristen started to hang out.

Seven months had passed, and you were now completely and utterly in love with the woman. Kerstin was an externally affectionate person despite her introverted persona. She loved showering you with compliments, giving you everything you needed at exactly the right time with just the right amount of love and devotion.

You found out she was a football player pretty early on in your relationship due to the tight and busy schedule the girl had, including her diet, exercise, and all of that. You weren't a massive football fan, but going to your first game a week into knowing Kerstin made it seem to find a way into your heart.

Your girlfriend wasn't the only one to give compliments. You had your fair share in making sure the Dutch woman knew how much you were enamoured with everything she did. It took you a while to get used to her career and the publicity that came with it, but you found pleasure in knowing that once you got back to your shared apartment you could tell and show her just how much she made you feel so so proud.

It was in mutual agreeance that you both wanted to keep your relationship under wraps. Your feelings for one another and how you cared for each other were one of the highest concerns in your relationship, and by keeping your love between yourselves, you've found that it worked better overall. You didn't want to indulge in a media presence, and Kerstin respected that.

Kerstin was fine with putting herself out onto social media, but when it came to you, she wanted to make sure you were comfortable at all times.

Because of this, you both came to the decision that at games, you wouldn't sit within the family and friends section, and instead, in the crowd with the fans.

You were among the group of fans that were guaranteed to meet the players after the match, whether it be cause they paid more or if they were chosen randomly by officials. For many weeks, people just assumed that they were lucky or could just afford to pay the extra money to be seated in the same section. Both you and Kerstin found it amusing when fans would wonder why you were always the first one to be greeted, or why you knew her.

After a month of this recurring theme, some of Kerstin’s teammates started to notice.

Surprisingly, Lauren, who wasn't the most observant, caught sight of it first.

“Do you know her?” She asked Kerstin after a game against Everton, watching the Dutchie make eye contact with you from where they were signing shirts.

Kerstin looked at Hempo, a blush running across the bridge of her nose.

Shrugging, she thanked the last fan, handing back the pen. “She's a friend of mine.”

Lauren’s eyebrows furrowed. “Then why isn't she in the friends and family section?”

When Kerstin didn't instantly reply, silenced by the prodding questions she was receiving, a distant idea clicked in Lauren’s mind.

“She's your girlfriend?” She sounded, obviously a little too loudly since the Dutch international nudged her warningly.

“Alright, nosey, keep your voice down.” She snapped, pulling the girl away from the crowd. “You can't tell anyone, alright. It's still pretty new.”

Lauren’s eyes widened in alarm, not exactly thrilled with the commitment of keeping a secret. “Does Jill know?”

“Why would Jill know?”

“I don't know, I didn't think I’d be the first person to find out,” Hempo replied, looking back at you. “Can I tell someone?”

Kerstin’s eyebrows furrowed. “I just said you can't.”

“Yes, I know, but I'm terrible at keeping secrets,” Lauren whined. “Please, let me tell Jill, at least.”

“No, because Jill will tell Viv and Viv will tell Beth, and Beth will tell literally everyone.” She quipped, only half-heartedly digging at the Arsenal girls. She watched Hemp sigh like a child, looking down as if the burden of her knowing was too much. “You can tell Esme but that's it.”

That was how the first people found out about you and Kerstin. When she told you that night, you weren't necessarily fazed. It was bound to come out at some point, and you’d rather Kerstin’s teammates find out from her than the internet.

Unfortunately, though, the rest of the girls weren't afforded the same luxury as Esme and Lauren.

All of the girls at Man City couldn't believe their eyes when they found out Kerstin was in love.

Well, to be fair, they weren't quite certain this was true. Lauren and Esme saw it first at the next game against West Ham, watching their teammate smile cheekily at the girl in the stands when she should've been stretching.

Sandy mentioned the Dutch International’s love-sick countenance to some of their teammates over lunch a few weeks later, promoting Hempo and Es to spill their not-so-long-kept confession.

None of the girls knew who Kerstin was talking to — or even if their suspicions were acclimated, but Sandy, Esme, and Lauren all made it their mission to keep their lips closed.

Sandy was the one to come up with the pact, yet the demanding eyes of Roebuck after an endurance training session set her tongue loose.

Lauren wasn't at all happy. Esme ended up spilling the secret to Mary as well, meaning the secret was already spreading across the team.

Meanwhile, fans were growing more and more suspicious of you and how you managed to steal the attention of Kerstin after each and every game.

The media surrounding you two got so big that Kerstin’s national teammate Viv called her one day asking what was going on.

Kerstin knew Lauren and Esme had told at least half the team by then, including Jill, who had run up to you after a game and pretended to flirt with you just to annoy her teammate. Viv was quick to point out that if she wanted to keep your relationship private, putting you in the midst of cameras and media attention wasn't the most suitable option.

You ended up deciding that if you were to stay in the crowd, both of you needed to be willing to make your relationship more public.

It had been seven months of concealing your obvious love for one another. Pretty much the whole team knew about you, and it only took fans a quick video of the two of you looking at each other to piece the clues together. You were both mature enough to keep your private lives private and social lives up to your discretion.

You made the decision to share very minimal parts of your lives together without spelling it out. This meant that you could hug your girlfriend for that little while longer in front of everyone. You could kiss her and not look around to see if anyone was looking. You could tell yourself that Kerstin was yours and you were hers.

But you didn't need public knowledge to make you feel loved by her.

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kerstincasparji

kerstincasparji — bit of a charmer ✨

Comments:

user11 — UM THE SOFT LAUNCH ARE YOU KIDDING???

viviannemiedema — ❤️

laurenhemp — love that bakery

*liked by kerstincasparji and yourusername

esmemorgan — busy girls

^ wosofan — SHE KNOWS

maryfowler — 🐐

user23 — is she dating the fan??

^ manchestergirl — if you mean the girl in the stand then yeah I think so

^ user2 — “THE girl IN THE STANDS” AHAHAHHAA

jillroord — ew cooties

^ viviannemiedema — shush

^ jillroord — no 😍

user7 — why does she sit in the stands and not in the family and friends section

^ laurenhemp — that's what I said 🫢

yourusername — charmer, huh?

^ kerstincasparji — idk, some pretty girl called me it

^ yourusername — didn't you call her beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, talented, incredible, out of this world

^ kerstincaslarji — she likes to think so.

^ user12 — IS THIS HER??????

^ arsenalwosoxx — THEY HIT THE PENTAGON

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[12amintoronto]

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ... omar marmoush 🩵

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wc: 2.0k

synopsis: headcanons in regards to what omar is like with you during it

contents: 18+ mdni - smut (obviously as per the title)

notes: since you guys expressed interest in my inbox for me to drop this 🥹 i try to be good both during and outside the season of prayer, fasting and giving alms, my friends... but i cooked this up anyways. we are mere mortals who give into temptation... i hope you love it girls 🩵

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a ... aftercare ... what they’re like after sex

"habibti, mmh~ you okay?" omar would say, in a breathy voice as he's just finished giving you sex. he'd quickly get onto carefully scanning over you with his sight, ensuring you weren't showing any signs of discomfort.

"come cuddle, baby... let me hold you~" he'd whisper in the softest of tones. omar wraps you up in his strong arms. he'd probably reach for a sip of water from the nightstand, but he offers the glass to your lips first, giving you adorable pleading eyes

"mmmmhhh... ana bahebek~" he'd say, softly stroking your hair at a relaxed pace, over and over... relishing in your warmth and closeness, the skin to skin contact making it all the more special - "did i love you the way you needed, my love?"

b ... body part ... their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

omar knows he's got it going on - wherever his muscles have definition that's where he can't stop looking at himself in the mirror. biceps, abs, pecs, back...

although your body is beyond beautiful to omar, he loves your face the absolute most. with the way your eyes can sparkle, lips can curl up into a smile, and blush tinge your cheeks, it gives him the best feeling because it's all in your face when you let him you he's making you feel loved.

c ... cum ... anything to do with cum, basically

omar loves how it looks when you let him cum on your belly - "ya allah..." he'd say in a sexy drawn out moan, looking at the stickiness on your stomach as he pulls back from missionary, kneeling in between your thighs as his big hands rub them softly.

d ... dirty secret ... pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

omar often gets an erection unconsciously while he's watching you do certain things - when you step out of the shower, when you're cooking breakfast in just a cute robe. it's funny because he doesn't usually act on it though, so poor omar will watch you do your thing, while he's trying not to shift in a way that'll stimulate his cock... probably keeps a pillow on his lap and acts casual - he really tries to be good. he only gives it to you when both of your desires are clearly working in tune with one another.

e ... experience how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

omar wasn't one to date as a teenager/adolescent guy... he was so invested in football and that only until he met you. you're his first time, yet he is such a natural.

f ... favourite position ... this goes without saying

omar loves giving you sex in missionary. the fact that he can pull you into a hug while his dick is inside you, and the way you wrap your legs around his waist while he's inside has him going... it's important to omar that he can admire your face, whether he's stroking strands of your hair out of the way, taking in your expressions, or even better, kissing you.

an honourable mention... sometimes omar will lift you up from underneath your thighs, as your arms are wrapped around his shoulders... and fuck you while he's standing up, and you're suspended in his arms.

g ... goofy ... are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.

omar is collected and focused on loving you right during sex, but there's always the occasional moment where he just looks right into your soul almost and it makes you laugh, and then he laughs too, going in for a kiss, and it even makes the two of you laugh when he bites you softly - he can be humorous not in the sense that something is explicitly funny, but it's the laughter that comes from the joy of being together. it's adorable.

h ... hair ... how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

talking about his hair in that area? he's trimmed - not clean shaven, but neat.

i ... intimacy ... how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect

sex is sacred to omar. this is something he will wait until marriage to do. very very romantic. omar loves to kiss you, hold you in his arms, let you hold onto his body, and whisper sweet nothings to you while he's inside. he loves to stop for a second and take this all in.

he gets that sex is the furthest one can go with someone, and he takes his time with you because he loves you so much.

while omar's buried inside you in missionary, he will stay like that for a second. not thrusting. just resting... his lips brushing against yours though. like this, he speaks to you softly and reinforces your bond by whispering to you how he loves you so much and you're his everything, asking you what you want him to do. 🥺🩵

j ... jack off ... masturbation headcanon

omar is fond of mutual masturbation with you - even though his go to method to non penetrative sex is oral, he's always so mesmerized by the sight of you touching your own self.

he loves watching your fingers wrap around his shaft, just working him from base to tip. just as a little warm up.

k ... kink ... one or more of their kinks

omar's a vanilla boy for the most part, he doesn't need anything incredibly extravagant in addition to spice things up if he already has what he wants most - you.

he is one for praising you - imagine him with his sultry egyptian accent close to your ear, whispering to you ; "you look so pretty taking me like this, habibti~"

l ... location ... favorite places to do it

in the bedroom... early morning as the sun filters through the windows at its brightest. omar loves to unravel your naked body from the bed sheets, admiring how the sun kisses your bare skin.

on the sofa in the living room... that's for later at night, the both of you watching a film with the lights low and warm, quickly escalating once you guys slip into a makeout... ending up with you straddling him, riding his dick... while he lays back with his legs parted, watching you.

m ... motivation ... what turns them on, gets them going

when you guys are sharing such an intimate moment that you are feeling vulnerable and comfy with him enough to let out your sultry side... saying things to him that make him bite his bottom lip as he envisions what you want. think makeout sessions that go on for a bit too long - you end up straddling his thigh, grinding on it... and once he pulls back to catch his breath, both of you guy's lips just slightly swollen from kissing intensely, he'll give you this nod that tells you everything.

n ... no ... something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

omar would never even think about doing anything that could hurt you.

o ... oral ... preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

oh, omar lives in between your thighs. he'll eat your pussy like you wouldn't believe. he doesn't just lick - he uses his entire mouth on you - "lie back, sweetie... this is my treat to you" he'll say, kissing your lips, and before you know it, you're writhing as he sucks and alternates between flicking his tongue against you, then giving you a languid, long lick. he wants to eat you out well enough to the point where he can make you squirt, wetting his beard.

he never says no if you wanna suck his dick - if you're a pro at it, lovely, but if you just wanna giggle at him and look at him with doe eyes while swirling your tongue over his tip, licking along his length? he just watches you, fingers laced together as his hands are behind his head, with the biggest smile. "mmh... this view is so perfect, habibti."

omar LOVES when you tangle your fingers through his curls while he eats your pussy.

p ... pace ... are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

for the most part in all of your sessions, omar will prioritize making that beautifully slow love to you, but his passion can range brilliantly. 80% of a round with omar consists of slow deep strokes.

slow sensual sex with omar doesn't always have to be perfectly calculated. he loves fucking you lazily, too, just enjoying the moment, drinking in every bit of what's happening.

but that other 20%, he gets that bout of energy - "you want this faster, baby? harder? mhm?" - he's relentless, claiming you, breathing heavily.

q... quickie ... their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

eh. omar prefers to have as much time in the world to kill when it comes to pleasing you.

r... risk ... are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

he wants to know how far you wanna go. even then, he's still checking up on you. interested in a new position where you'll feel him REAL deep? or if you have to get really flexible? best believe he's taking this bit by bit - "just let me know habibti... tell me if it feels good... if it's too much."

s ... stamina ... how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

he's a footballer so lorddd he can go ON. omar can definitely cum a few times in a row before his body is telling him it's time to recover... but recovery is QUICK. if you guys had finished just a half hour ago and are cuddling, and you sublty grind against him - "mmmh, you need another round, habibti? no problem..."

t ... toys ... do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

nah, he doesn't feel the need for any... you guys have got each other!

u ... unfair ... how much they like to tease

omar's so good at teasing you. of course he wants to give you your pleasure straight up... but your reactions are adorable to him.

imagine he's teasing the entrance to your pussy with the head of his cock. "i just want to hear you say it, habibti..." he doesn't keep it up for an extended period of time though.

v ... volume ... how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

omar's moans are between the two of you to hear... and it might be the hottest thing you've ever heard. for no one else to hear but you, his beloved.

every time his cock slips out of you... he holds you close to him and his lips hover above yours, and he moans alongside you as he slowly, slowlllyyyy slides it back inside you - "ya allahh... you feel this, my love?"

w ... wild card ... a random headcanon for the character

omar wants to make things of this sort such an out-of-this-world experience for you, that he'd literally get his hands on the kama sutra and pencil a star beside the positions that he tries with you that you tell him are your favourite.

x ... x-ray ... let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

his size is just right... with just a littlleee bit more making his length above average, and he's thick enough that it does take a minute for you to adjust... but the pain fades away and becomes pleasure so fast.

y ... yearning ... how high is their sex drive?

omar is always obsessed with you, and is such a man madly in love... but the moment means everything to him. he will only want it if you want it... but when he is in the mood, he is locked in.

z ... zzz ... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

considering omar's very impressive stamina, it's not like he will always fall asleep very easily. often times, you will fall asleep in omar's arms after your first or second orgasm, and he will just stay awake and watch over you admiring your serene expression, holding you, playing with your hair, and kissing your hair. but he'll find it so relaxing if you guys do it in bed at night that he will just fall asleep into the next day with you.

[dottieisdotting]

Le Freak - Omar Marmoush

requested?: yes (by anonymous)

Pairing(s):AFAB!reader and Omar Marmoush

Genre: Smut (MDNI), fluff

warning(s): Blow job, oral sex (m!rec), slight gagging, hair holding, throat fucking (barely) kissing, hickies, cum swallowing, mention of a sex toy (fleshlight) like once, mentions of nudes (obviously)

Summary: Omar scored the hat trick against newcastle so you give him a celebratory blow job

word count: 1.1k 

A/N: another request done (sorry for the wait) but I'm quite proud of this considering I have no clue how to write blowjobs but it's finally here. the poll results were in and the people want more footballers so I will see with requests and my own thoughts. now, make sure you are all looking after yourselves and have a lovely time of day xoxo - Eva (border from @enchanthings)

You knew Omar would come back with so much energy, you watched the game at home and saw his 3 goals all in the first half.

You felt rather excited to see him smiling and as happy as Larry but you had to wait patiently for him as he celebrated with the team and did his media and things like that.

It took him nearly an hour and a half to finally get home. He opens the door with a smile on his face and finds you immediately sitting on the couch watching tv.

He walks over to you, sitting down and brings you into a kiss. It started slowly at first but as time went on, he lifted you to his lap and they became heavier, tongues fighting with one another to win. His hands feel all around your body, touching your collarbone to your chest to your hips where they stayed.

You loved his lips and he loved yours. You'd often find yourselves in little makeouts no matter where you were in the house and it made you feel light with butterflies in your stomach.

You grind down on him, dry humping him to show him what you wanted from him. Omar pulls away from the kiss and begins to kiss your neck, hands rubbing your hips whilst you move them on his. You allow him to kiss your neck, marking it with love bites.

Your hands travel down his torso, then under his shirt to feel around his torso, he shivers slightly at your touch, which he had become accustomed to over the couple of years he'd been with you and he loved it. 

You move from his lap and onto the floor in front of him and now he knew what he was in for but he didn't want you getting bruised knees so he grabs a pillow and moves it under your knees and strokes your cheek. 

He stands up in front of you so your face was in front of his clothed cock which would change quickly as your hands moved up and and reached his waistband, slowly, teasingly pulling down his pants, removing them completely making him bare but with his boxers on. Your hand slides down his torso once again and you palm him.

Omar groans and shivers, he loved it, everything, every single little tingle he felt 10 times more because you made them. You lean forward and kiss his cock, letting his pre-cum stain through his boxers. It makes you giggle, knowing you had a grown man begging silently and wrapped around your pinky finger.

You couldn't let him suffer any longer so you rid him of his boxers letting his cock out before you take it in your hand giving languid strokes as you focus on his tip with your lips, sucking and licking on it before dribbling on it with your spit to take him deeper.

His hand gathers your hair and pushes it out of your face into a ponytail. You look up to him as Omar looks down at you and moves his hips closer. His leaking tip brushing against your lips before you lick them and open your mouth. 

You take a deep breath and take him down your throat to the hilt, you stay there for a second so your nose was almost touching his body. You breathe through your nose and close your watering eyes. Omar lets you get used to the feeling again because it had been quite some time since you deepthroated him.

You silently thank him and the gods above as he shallowly thrusts his hips back and forth, he didn’t want to go fast and harm you, he never wanted to harm you through sexual acts, it would make him feel guilty so he stuck with his thrusts as you bobbed your head in rhythm to match him.

His noises didn't go unnoticed as they bounced around the open plan of the house and it spurred you on even more, despite the wetness collecting in your underwear you continued to please your boyfriend, moving your head to just the tip as his movements slowed to a gradual halt.

You flicked your tongue over the tip multiple times, Omar’s toes were curling but you did not notice because you could tell he was pathetically close to cumming already. You wrap your hand around him once again moving with such vigor you could have sworn you heard him whimper your name and you loved being in control. 

You look up to him and remove your mouth to make him suffer with just your hand but he really couldn't care one single bit because it was still you bringing him to an orgasm and not a memory, picture or video of you and his hand or fleshight when he was away from you.

Omar opens his eyes and locks them in a heavy, hazy stare with your eyes making him look absolutely fuckable. ”I'm going to cum, beautiful,” he says out of breath, his chest heaving and begging for more oxygen intake than he was already receiving. You were grateful for the warning because you took him back down your throat again catching him by surprise as he splutters and his hips jump. 

You hold him sort of steady as you go at it again bringing him right to the edge bobbing your head at a fixed pace making him go crazy minded. You feel his cum go down your throat and you welcome it with no complaints because you have reached your goal. 

Omar tugged at your hair and moved his hips once more, riding out his orgasm. He looked a mess, his hair out of place, eyes closed and perspiration gathering on his forehead. His toned chest was heaving so you helped him by removing your hands from his hips and you rubbed it gently and took his now semi-hard cock from your mouth. 

”You okay my love? Was that okay for you? You ask and pull his boxers and pants back up. Omar’s grip loosens completely from your hair as he sits back down on the couch, he takes your hands and pulls you to sit on his lap. Omar brings you into a loving kiss,mumbling into it - ”It was amazing, you get better every time. Thank you” 

You pull back and rest your hands on his shoulders subconsciously rubbing them with your thumbs as you look at him with loving eyes. His post-orgasmic-bliss look was something you’d never get over and Omar was thankful you were there by his side forever.

[ronaldothebestie]

I'm Sick | Rúben Dias

* ˚ ✦ Summary: Tik tok trends with Rúben and Singer!Reader!

Tw: Rúben is an idiot, fluff, Reader being simp, your tik tok account calls "CanelaDiasFan", Canela being the best cute daughter ever, dialogues in negrito are in Portuguese, not 100% revised, Canela means Cinnamon.🤎

English is not my first language!!!

Beautiful people are talking

* ˚ ✦

Version 1 (the one that was never published)

Inspiration

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"Please Ruby, let's do this? I promise I won't publish it." You beg, sitting at the kitchen counter while Rúben prepares lunch, who was more concerned with finishing the famous Bacalhau com Natas.

"Nop. The desire to appear on the neighboring social media is not incredible today."

"It's funny that you always feel like showing off your whole body on Instagram, but when it comes to recording a cute video with your girlfriend it's the biggest drama, incredible."

"First, the photos are for... Professional purposes... Second, jealousy? And third, okay, let's do this."

"Yes, I see, professional purposes... Being a naughty and fishing com- What? A-Are you going to do it!? Rúben!” You jump off the counter radiantly hugging him from behind, smiling like a child, thanking him deeply.

"But wait, the decision was very quick... What do you want, Rúben?" You just looked suspiciously into his eyes.

"What will be my reward for doing this?" He asked funny while stirring the food.

"What do you mean, prize? Isn't it enough to make a cute video with your girlfriend, aka me?"

"Um, nop, here we are going to have a win-win situation, if I participate in your video, you will participate in mine."

"Very suspicious Ruby... What kind of video?"

"We play football."

"No."

"No? So no video for either one." He laughed evilly and you just wanted to kill this man, he probably already wanted to record this video and knew perfectly well what he was doing to make it happen.

There was "no advantage" for Rúben and you to record that football video, while in your case, it was the opposite, you practically needed that video for your existence! practically drooling at the thought of Rúben's arm muscle around your neck.

"No! Wait! Alright, I'll record the video." You quickly hide behind Rúben's back, with your head down, you hated playing football, especially with a boring and arrogant football player like him and-

Rúben just turned you around very easily, using a finger to lift your chin and stuck a spoon with the food in your mouth.

"Proof." You chewed with pleasure when you realized how wonderful the food was, your sad mood changed in the blink of an eye, you noticed his hopeful eyes and you couldn't resist.

"It's really good, Ruby."

"It is, isn't it? Now, my dear Bunny, let's not get upset about me humiliating you at football, will we?"

"Your assh-!"

Another spoonful of food was shoved into his mouth.

Hours later...

"Okay, let's get started- What the hell are you doing!?" You were scared when you saw, out of nowhere, Rúben doing push-ups in the middle of your suite.

"I need to emphasize the muscle well." Rúben winked at you, smiling and simply continued.

"I'm sure people know that you have... Protruding muscles..."

"I'm not sure."

"What do you mean? And the three hundred photos on your 'insta' showing all your muscles?"

"I'm not showing... It's Art."

"Art? Só se for a arte do cara-"

The video ended with Rúben's biceps almost crushing your face.

...

Version 2 (the one that was published)

Inspiration

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"Canela, unlike dad, you're not going to blackmail me, right?" You bring the kitten closer to your neck, kissing the brown fur, which purrs in approval and snuggles against you.

You quickly turn on the tik tok camera starting a revolutionary video.

"I can't go out." Cough, cough, "I'm sick." A small paw invades your face, almost sticking it into your eye, but everything ends well.

5M❤️ and 24M views:

caption: The truth about Canela😭

Comments:

@EmmaVermilion (Rúben's version)

— No way she did this with Canela #saveCanela😭💀

@(reader)pistachioicecreAm

— Girl, this is literally the perfect scenario for Ruben to appear 😭😭😭

↳ CanelaDiasFan: Ik😭 but he's a bastard/naughty who only cares about FIFA😡 (I tried, sorry girls 😔)

@serrenna:

— Canela almost killing (reader)🤑🤑🤑

↳ CanelaDiasFan: WDYM 😭😭😭

@FernandoMendes>>>

— She is literally one of the greatest singers ever, but these videos... I can't 😭😭😭❤️

↳ CanelaDiasFan: Ik you like it😏😏🫦

@louboutininBunnyGirlpls:

— MANK VTNC KKLQPIEJSNJSAHUWIA A GATA SE REVOLTANDO SHHAAHAHAHHAHAMAKAKSKAAKK

more comments...

Bônus:

"Meow." When night came, the brown feline snuggled in your lap, purring with your affection behind the ears, while you waited for Rúben.

"Own Canela, aren't you the cutest kitten in the world?" You picked up the kitten and kissed her repeatedly, feeling the kitten snuggle even closer.

"I feel like I was the one who should have been there." Rúben, sat on the bed next to you with a pout.

"Jealous, big guy? She's our baby, I have to give her everything, right Canela?" The cat meows as affirmation, gaining even more affection, now on her belly.

"What a naughty cat."

"Looks like someone... As they say, like father, like daughter.❤️"

I have no idea why I do this, but I realy like it at all😄.

I saw the trend and I thought it really suited Ruben, but he's a bit of a low profile at times and a naughty dog at others so.... We do 50%...

Well, it's 2am and I'm ready to... 😴

From the next line of comments I will add real @ 🥵🥵🥵.

Thanks for reading, reblogs, feedback and likes are very welcome!!!

© All this shit belongs to @ronaldothebestie on Tumblr, so don't translate, repost, copy in no social media, do not commit plagiarism, It's crime and wtf?

[guardioland]

101 ways to use a cane - Pep Guardiola/Reader Smut

pep guardiola university prof AU - remember how he said he wanted to be a uni prof of history

warnings : some pretty rough sexual content again | inappropriate use of a cane | teacher-student

Shuffling my feet, I grabbed on to the multitude of books that I have, hurriedly walking to my next lecture session. Glancing down while I walked, i unknowingly passed a lecturer of my university and as I was in hurry, simply said a mere “hello” as I was passing.

“You, come back” I heard a low voice with a thick spanish accent as a sense of fear travelled down my spine. I stopped in my tracks, looked up and immediately uttered mental curses in my mind. The man in front of me was none other than Professor Pep Guardiola. Wearing his typical black turtleneck, black dress pants and a pair of expensive looking shoes, Professor Guardiola’s death glare bore into mine. “that’s not the way you greet people” . Many thoughts flooded my mind as I started recalling many of the lectures I’ve had with him. Professor Guardiola was not only one of the strictest lecturers in the University, but also one of the most attractive. He had the most piercing of eyes, well defined cheekbones, a great body shape that accentuates whatever clothes he chooses to wear as well as a thick beard. Only god knows how many nights I’ve spent fantasising of how it will feel….

“You never learn do you?” His deep voice snapped me out of my own thoughts. I couldn’t help but shiver as both fear and arousal filled me swiftly.

“In my office now, im going to teach you a lesson” His voice dropped by an octave as he beckons for me to follow him into his office. I was in fucking deep shit, expecting the worse. Professor Guardiola had a thing for manners and never seemed to stop picking on my words, tone etc and I never seemed to know why. I walked in front of him, eyes glancing down at my own feet, not daring to look up or say a thing. Thoughts began filling my mind, thoughts about him. From the first day I saw the man, I thought he looked glorious. Amazing features and well dressed all the time, he was like my wettest dreams on legs. Every single time he talked I couldn’t help but think about his accent and his voice and how it’ll sound whispering dirty nothings into my ears. The more I thought, the more turned on I was. The prospect of alone time in his office was doing things to me despite the fear of punishment. As I was engrossed in my own thoughts, Professor Guardiola pushed opened his office door, and when both us were in, he slammed the door and locked it.

He bore his gaze into mine and it was as if he could read my arousal. His eyes darkened within seconds, walked over and slammed me up against the wall. His lips sucked hard on my neck, branding my soft skin with a pinkish-red mark. Now I finally knew why he could never stop picking on me. His left hand was intertwined in my hair, tugging on it roughly while the other hand slides up my thigh and under my skirt. I gasp as i felt his fingers touching my undergarments, rubbing me through the cotton. I could feel my own pussy become moist and I was dead sure he could feel the wetness through my panties. I felt my knees give way but he held me upright and against the wall in his tight relentless grasp.

It wasn’t long before he pushed the most intimate layer of clothing off and enters one of his slim finger into me, making me bite down on my bottom lip, and grip onto his top even more tighter. “god, you’re so wet for me,” he groans onto my neck before licking a long wet stripe on it and claiming my lips in a bruising kiss. I kissed him back as best as I could manage with his finger moving in and out of me. I was in absolute bliss with fucking euphoria taking over my entire being. The way his fingers were pumping in and out of me made my body start to tremble as the squelching sounds filled the entire office. My hands trailed down his sides , reaching for his belt and unbuckling it nimbly. He let out a note of approval when my fingers brushed against the protruding bulge in his pants and i slid my hand into his underwear, wrapping my hand around his dick. Fuck, he’s fucking huge, I groaned mentally inside of me. My mouth goes dry instantaneously as my mind drifted to the prospect of that enormous dick inside me, thrusting into me over and over again.

My train of thoughts were broken as my catalan professor added another finger and moved them faster, his fingers curling a little to hit every spot pleasurable , making my breath quicken and my body tremble even more. I started to stroke him up and down on his shaft, trying my utter best to keep at the same pace as his fingers, my thumb swiping over the leaking head of his dick. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from his tip and I couldn’t help but bring my fingers to my own lips, tasting the saltiness of him before returning to stroke him even further. His whole body shivers and he growls primally against my lips before pulling away, withdrawing his fingers, grabbing me by the hand and yanking me over to his desk. I whined from the lack of contact and the rough contact of my hips with the office table was sure to cause bruising the next day.

But professor Guardiola didn’t seem to care. He shoves me onto his table, making me bend over the edge. He leaned over me, tugging my hair out of the way. “You need punishing for you disrespect”. He growled into my ears, each word laced with his own lust and desire.

He disappears for a second to return with a long sleek cane. I bit my lips as my eyes studied the wooden cane in detail. I was a little nervous but my nerves were greatly outweighed by the amount of arousal travelling through my veins. Professor Guardiola slid his hand up my ass, lifting up my skirt as he goes, before hooking his finger inside my underwear and pulling them down quickly. I gasped as I became exposed to the cool air in the surroundings causing me to swallow with a gulp. Sensing my trepidation, he started to give me a false sense of security as he caresses my ass gently, squeezing it and then brought me back down to earth with a rough slap. I jumped slightly at the smack, but all it did was made my pussy even wetter, and a gush of lust was sent through me.

“Tell me you’re sorry for not greeting with respect” Professor Guardiola stroked the cane up the back of my thighs and across my ass with no force, but the cold wood still made me flinch. I momentarily turned my head back and there he was, rolling up his sleeves. Seeing me turn back to look at him, he pushed my face down into the cool surface of the table, pressing my face down with force. “Did I say you can fucking move” He moved the cane towards my opening, threatening to penetrate me with it.

“I…I…I…” I couldn’t get the words out no matter how hard I tried. They were stuck in my cheeks as my whole body was too consumed with lust to even phrase a proper coherent sentence. There I was, at the Catalan man’s utmost mercy, in such a shameful position, yet I was so indescribably horny that I couldn’t even speak. He raised his arm, moving the cane away from my opening and spanks me hard with the cane in one swift motion. The sensation of the cane made my ass burn and cause me cry out.

“Tell me you’re sorry.” I opened your mouth but no words wanted to come out of it. He brought his cane down with another hit causing me to yelp in pain. Another pang of lust came together with the surge of pain that the cane caused. Tears started welling up in my eyes from mixture of pain my ass felt and from how sore and neglected my pussy felt.

“Tell me.” He no longer hit me with the cane, instead bringing the cane towards my drenched opening again. The sensations were driving me fucking insane as even the light touch of the cane’s tip on my sensitive clit made my hips jolt upwards, desperate for more long lasting contact. With one motion, he moved the cane in slightly, then withdrawing. Professor Guardiola was precise on his cane, touching my walls with the long wooden cane. I could feel the wetness in between my legs increase and arousal coursing faster through me “The sooner you say sorry, the sooner I’ll fuck you.” He removed the damp cane and slicked the wetness across my ass, bringing the cane down in three consecutive hits.

“I’m sorry for not greeting you properly! I swear ill never do it again, ill bow everytime I see you I swear, please professor please, just fuck me!” It all comes out in a rush, so quickly that I don’t even mean my apology. All I wanted was some reprise, some form of contact, some pleasure and some release.

“So everytime you see me what are you supposed to say” he smirked as he held his cane up, questioning me. He fucking knew what he was doing, purposefully dragging out this entire process, pushing me to the edge.

“good morning or afternoon professor guardiola, with a bow “ I whimpered that that seems to satisfy him thank god. He released the cane as it fell to the floor with a thud and he grabs me by the waist. He turned me over, making me sit on his desk. Soon enough, his lips were back on mine, tongue wrestling my lips apart. I kissed him with the same amount of need and desperation. Instinctively I reached down and grabbed hold of his dick, now rock hard, red and swollen. It was then I realised that he was just as horny as I am as I could almost feel his thick appendage pulsating within my hands. His fingers return to my opening and inserts them in hard multiple of times before withdrawing them and putting them in my mouth, making me taste myself.

“xuclar els sucs“ he demanded in catalan. He watched with his lips parted in an obscene manner as I complied and greedily sucked on his fingers, the taste of my own saltiness filling my mouth. Professor Guardiola’s eyes darkens even further, pulling my blouse open in one fierce tug. He parted my thighs as wide as he could on his desk and pushed my hand away from his dick. Without warning he plunges deep in. I was more than ready for him, head rolling back and i moan, the feeling of him filling me too good to bear. “Professor...” I gasped out with all the coherence I had left in me. He started to thrust, pulling back his hips before pushing it forward into mine such that I could feel his hipbones grinding against mine.

His head was cocked back for a second before he pulled my head up by my hair roughly and hissed “moan my name”

“Pep ...” my moans were getting increasingly breathy as my hand slipped on his desk, crumpling papers. He was relentless with his thrusting, slamming his dick further and further into me, hitting me in spots that sent waves of pleasure surging through my body

“call me your daddy ” he demanded with a low carnal growl

“ah daddy...” I was starting to lose control of my senses. His pace quickens and i gripped onto his shoulder harder. I stared at his bottom lip for a second before darting forward and bit it hard, pulling him closer to me. He moans into my mouth and bit your lip in retaliation, making me let go a cry of curses

Professor Guardiola picked me up and shoved me flat of the table, and plunged in without warning again. This time, the change in position makes his dick enter me deeper, hitting every area pleasurable. He grabbed a handful of my hair and with every ounce of his strength, growled inhumanely “moan my fucking full name you fucking dirty whore”

“Oh josep ... oh daddy .. oh sir” I cried as I looked at the undeniably sexy lecturer with his lips parted, his eyes alight with lust and his turtleneck crumpled. He abuses my sweet spot over and over and within seconds I was on my way to a point of no return.

“Oh god josep“ I moaned twice the volume as before, back arching off the desk and my thighs quivering under his hands. He pants and moans as my walls tighten around his cock, and it only takes a few more thrusts until he pulled out and came on my stomach, streams of hot, sticky cum landing on my skin, his eyes closed and breath uneven.

“Will you great me with respect now?”

I nodded weakly, still breathless

“Oh no you won’t. A dirty whore like you would not be respectful just to have my dick”

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - I Need You To Need Me

I know what I said about posting more Man United fics, and I will 😅. Just know that every other post will be a Ruben Dias fic hahahah.

I have about a hundred Ruben fics in my mind and it only takes me thirty minutes to write them so....

Summary - Pregnant reader can't sleep because of back pain, this leads to a eventful night for Ruben and Reader.

Enjoy!

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"My back. It hurts."

"Do you need me to bring you something,  a hot water jug?"

"No, I'll rather just stand."

"What do you mean?"

You threw your feet over the edge of the bed, sitting up.

"Baby why are you getting up?" He sounded worried.

"I just want to stand up and see if it we'll ease the pain."

It didn't. You brought a hand to your back as the pain shot through your spine. Ruben was right behind you, jumping out of bed to prevent your fall.

"Thanks." You sighed, your body leaning against his frame.

"Baby please just sit down. I'll go get you somthing for the pain, perhaps a..."

"It's okay, Ruben. I just want to stand for a minute."

"Just stand?" The light from the moon carved out the shape of his face and his frown.

You nodded. "Just stand. Right here. Is that okay?" You liked the sensation of the cold floor underneath your swollen feet. And the view you had of Manchester city out side of your bedroom window wasn't too bad either.

"Do you want me to stand here with you?" Ruben asked, still holding you steady.

"If you want to."

He sighed and wrapped his arms around your belly, pulling you towards him so that he could rest his chin on top of your head. You stood in silence, facing the window, enjoying the view of the night.

"Your hair smells good."

You giggled. "Thanks, it's the new shampoo I'm using."

"Can I use it too?"

"If you want to."

He shrugged your body a little, turning you over so that you could see his face. He didn't look happy.

"What?"

"I hate when you say that."

"Say what?"

"If you want to." He mocked your voice.

You chuckled, unsure as to what he was actually implying.

"The answer to my question should be either yes or no not, if you want to."

"Ruben?" You were unsure why he suddenly appeared so upset.

"Try me." He said. "Ask me a question, anything and I'll answer it the way you do. Then you'll see how it feels."

"Okay. Um...what time is it right now?"

"If you..." He paused mid sentence. "Wait. Not that kind of question."

"You said to ask you anything." You laughed. It was cute, his need to always prove a point.

"No, what I meant is, ask me a question where the question can be either yes or no."

"Hmm, alright." You turned your body entirely, your pregnant belly caressing his visible abs.

"Can I kiss you?"

He shrugged. "If you want to."

You weighed on your toes to reach his lips, smiling against them. You still held your arms wrapped around his neck when you dropped back onto your feet.

"Another question?"

He shrugged. "If you want to."

You chuckled. He wanted to play.

"Can you take me for a shopping spree tomorrow?"

He hesitated, but gave a slight shrugg. "If you want to."

"I think I like this game."

He sighed. "I have failed to prove my point."

"Which would be?"

"I don't like it when you don't need me, I need you to need me."

"Oh, Ruben." You cradled each side of his face with your hands. "I do need you. Why would you even say that?"

"Because when I ask you if you need me to do anything for you, you always say the same thing."

"If you want to." You nodded. Hearing the words leave your own mouth made you see how this could be a little upsetting to someone like Ruben, who so often wanted to feel useful to you during your pregnancy.

"I know that you need me." He muttered, his cheeks soft in the palm of your hands. "But I also know that you really don't need my help with anything, at all."

"Can I ask you another question." Your thumb stroked his bottom lip. His eyes were glowing in the night, his lashes flourishing like the wings of a butterfly. He was so handsome, your husband.

"If you want to."

His eyes searched your face, seeing as you were looking everywhere but into his eyes. Once your eyes met again, yours were foggy and longing for him.

"Can you make love to me Ruben?"

His eyebrows fluttered in slight suprise. "What?"

"Make love to me Ruben. " You stood with your bodies pressed together, you could feel him wanting you in that way too.

"Y/N." He said, voice low. And you knew just what was on his mind.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Your back?"

You nodded. "Feel it."

You brought his hand, guiding it down your back, letting him feel the curve of you. But you did not stop there. You kept guiding his hand downwards, not stopping until it reached your lower hip, eventually cupping the swell of your ass.

Ruben brearhed against your ear, fighting his own sinful urges. However you could already feel his need for you, his erection growing towards you, putting pressure against your belly.

"Y/N, I don't..."

"Can you please make love to me Ruben, yes or no?"

He exhaled, defeated by your cleverness to use his own point against him.

"If you want me to." He muttered, voice low but sharp against your ear.

"I wan..."

You gasped as your feet left the ground. Both Ruben's hands went to cup your ass, lifting you up and pressing you back against the window. That's where he left you to sit, on the windowsill, with your legs spread before him.

You wore a loosely fitted nightgown that his fingers clawed up your hip, reveling your naked thighs. His hands then went to tilt your neck, the back of your head knocking against the window.

"Ask me again." He groaned, his eyes barley visible in the dark.

"Fuck me Ruben."

He smiled, "That's not what you asked"

"That's what I want."

He let one hand slip between your thighs, teasing your clit with the tip of his fingers.

"Ruben please, I'm begging you."

"Sshh." He sushed you with a stroke of his finger, the same finger that had just been between your thighs. "I don't want to make it too rough." He said. But he was already sort of grinding his hips against you, his bulge putting pressure where you wanted it the most.

"Ruben, plea..."

He shushed you again, this time by slapping his hand against your mouth. The begging, you know what it was doing to him. It was becoming hard to resist you.

"I said I don't want to make it rough, please don't fight me on this." His stare was intense, eyes glossy yet determined.

You nodded your head which made him trust you enough to remove his hand from you mouth.

"Make love to me then."

His hands went under your knees, scooping you up into his arms. You saw the glimpse in his eye and he winked. "If you want me to."

[riahollywood]

could I request something where it’s your time of month and you accidentally get blood on erling’s bedding and you’re scared he’ll be angry but he just wants to look after you? 🥹 ty x

warning: mentions of a toxic ex and blood!

you silently cursed to yourself as you were awoken by a sharp stabbing pain in your lower tummy. you could’ve only been asleep for a couple of hours after struggling to get off to sleep with the excruciating pains, but had eventually managed to drift off wrapped up in erling’s arms and clenching a hot water bottle to your body.

shifting your legs slightly to try and get comfy, you mumbled a quiet and frustrated ‘oh no’ to yourself as you felt the all too familiar wetness through to your pyjama shorts.

you managed to wriggle your way out of erling’s grip. he was in a deep slumber and hummed to himself before turning over. you breathed a sigh of relief, at least you didn’t have to deal with him.

you pulled back the sheets and scampered across to the en-suite after grabbing some fresh clothes to change into. you tried to be as quiet as possible to not awake erling but it was proving to be a difficult task as you ran the tap and flushed the toilet. you just hoped he was so tired out from training the previous day that he would still be snoring away.

you opened the en-suite door and your heart dropped when you saw erling sat up in bed, rubbing at his tired eyes.

“baby…” he spoke, a look of concern plastered across his face.

the light from the en-suite shone out into the bedroom and as you walked over to the bed you noticed a pool of blood on the white bed sheets.

you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. you had only been seeing each other for a few months. with you suffering from bad periods every month, erling had been nothing but an absolute sweetheart, buying you chocolate and ice cream, making sure you had a hot water bottle at all times and giving you extra cuddles. but a bad experience with an ex boyfriend had left you scarred after one evening you accidentally got blood on his shorts and he went crazy at you.

it was because of this that you stood there frozen, looking at the blood on erling’s crisp white bedding that probably cost hundreds. you felt your throat close up and tears prickling at your eyes.

he scooted forwards on the bed so he could reach out to you, dangerously close to the blood that he was seemingly unphased about as he reached a hand out.

you still couldn’t help but think the worst.

“sweetheart, come here.” he beconded you to come into his arms but you still stood frozen. had he not seen the blood?

“i’m so sorry… i… i didn’t realise…” you muttered out, glancing over to the crimson stain and bracing yourself for the shouting that you were sure was to come.

erling shook his head. here we go, you thought.

you were surpised by what he did next.

he got up off the bed and scooped you up into his arms before sitting back down onto the bed against the headboard, with you on his lap.

“are you okay? are you all sorted, do you need me to get you anything?” you searched his voice for sarcasm but it seemed he was being genuine. you were confused.

“i’m really sorry, i-i’ll replace the sheets.” you mustered out, a tear now slipping down your cheek.

“shh, darling stop saying sorry. you have nothing to apologise for.” he rested his forehead against yours to make sure you knew he really meant it.

“but… i’ve ruined your sheets .” you spoke softly, avoiding his gaze.

he used his finger to tilt your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“baby it’s just a bit of blood… these things happen, i can buy more sheets. all I’m concerned about is you and if you’re okay.”

your eyes lit up at his words.

“really?” you asked, sniffling as you tried to wipe away the few tears that had now fallen.

he took a moment to take in your reaction. “did you think I would be angry with you?”

you shrugged. “well… yeah.”

all he did was bring you in closer to his chest, tightening his grip around you.

“baby, i would never be mad at you for something like that… never.” he kissed the top of your head and you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, feeling relieved. he wondered if this had happened to you before, perhaps with an ex who had not been so nice about it. the thought made erling grip you even tighter as he peppered as few more kisses to your face.

he brushed those thoughts to the back of his head. you were safe with him, he would never shout at you or do anything to scare you. all he wanted to do was look after you.

“what do you say i run you a nice hot bubble bath, you relax, i’ll get us some clean sheets and then we have the biggest cuddles ever?”

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send me a request here!

[graveyardmold]

Hiiii 😘 I wanted to request a one shot of Jared Leto joker like a fluffy/smut? Thanks a ton mwah 😽

HELLO! SORRY FOR REPLYING SO LATE BUT I DIDN'T GET THE NOTIFICATION!❤️

Also, I did proof read but I'm not sure I caught every mistake. So PLEASE forgive me!!!😭😭🙏🏻

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Jared Leto-Joker one shot!

warnings: first person one shot, fluff, smut, f reader, choking kink, PiV, cumming inside, public sex, pet names, mentions of wanting to harm someone, mentions of dead. I think that's all.

"My boss has been acting like a dick all week, just because I sent a wrong email to one of his employees, you know. He's really frustrating, this morning I got told to reorganize every. single. folder. where we keep our clients informations, and we have tons of clients I'm still halfway through them and he said that if I don't finish before this evening he'll fire me."

I told my boyfriend through the phone what my boss has been acting like all week and he seemed more pissed than me.

"I'll deal with him baby, don't think about it. He won't even dare to look at you."

He said to me. I thanked him with a "I love you" and we ended the call.

I tried to distract myself from the thoughts of this morning but that's just nonsense, how could anyone be so crazy. I enter the bathroom and turn on the hot water in my tub, waiting for it to fill. In the meantime I go to my closet and pick out a cute little tube latex dress and a pair of high heels.

"I wanna go to J's club tonight, I don't wanna stay here while the rest of Gotham is living its best night life." I say to myself while entering the tub and letting my muscles finally relax.

[...]

As soon as I arrive at the club I'm greeted by Frost, J's right hand, who takes me to the VIP room.

"Y/n would you like something to drink? I'll go call a waiter. Mister J is dealing with some stuff but he'll be back in a couple of minutes. I hope waiting here for him won't be a problem." Told me Frost before exiting the room and leaving me alone in the room.

I hear a buzz and look at my notifications, it's a text from my boss.

"Good evening Y/n, I went into your office to check your work with those folders I told you to reorganize and noticed that you're not even halfway through them. As previously promised, don't bother yourself to return."

I stared at the text my boss has just sent me, unable to react or to reply. I slowly pick at my skin trying to think about an excuse just to keep my job but none of the options seem to be the perfect one. I didn't notice J entering the room and when I felt a hand on my thigh I almost jumped out of fear.

"What happened?" He asked me worried.

"My boss just texted me, look" And I hand him my phone.

He reads the text and locks his jaw.

"He's a fucking dickhead you know? How could anyone finish reorganizing all those folders alone in a day?" He asked rhetorically.

"As I said earlier, I'll deal with him. He won't ever bother you again." He said while cuddling me.

"I don't wanna lose my job though. I really liked being a journalist assistant, writing about you on the newspapers." I said and he laughed, caressing my hair and knees.

"You don't have to work. I can give you everything you could want. We could stay at home together all day everyday." He said kissing my on the cheek and leaving red lipstick marks.

"I wanna be an indipendent woman J, I don't want you to maintain me." I say straddling him and playing with the hair on the back of his head.

"Mhh you turn me on so much when you act so mature, like you don't need anyone to go on with your life." He places his hands on my hips, leaning in for a kiss that I swiftly dodge.

"You're a tease, my love. You shouldn't thank me by avoiding me" he says to me with a smile while looking into my eyes.

"Sorry, I just don't want your clients to see us. There are just these curtains separating this room from the lobby. I'm embarrassed." I say almost hiding in his muscular arms.

He laughs and starts to lift my dress from my hips.

"If they dare to say anything, I'll get them buried alive. Let's give them a show, darling." And with that he completely takes off my dress, leaving me just in thong and heels.

"Look at you! So pretty for me. You're beautiful." He says, a hand coming to my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.

He starts to make out with me and I just can't resist so I start to grind on him. He grunts and puts his other hand on my hip guiding me back and forth, pressing me on his bulge.

I take a look at the lobby and see some clients looking at us, they're molty men and I can see them adjusting their pants to hide the growing erection they're having. That made something in me unlock and I stepped away from J, giving him a strip show.

I undressed myself (well, I just took off my thong and heels actually), folded my panties and put them in his shirt's pocket. He looked attentively at me getting closer again and starting to undress him, first his shirt making sure to caress his nipples, then his pants and boxers.

His cock bounced up and rested on his lower tummy, its tip already leaking precum and I couldn't do anything but stare at it with a hungry look.

"Do you wanna have a taste, baby?" He looked at me, arms resting on the headrest of the sofa and legs spread. I didn't think twice and kneeled in front of him, taking it in one hand and licking it from the base to the tip, staring into his eyes.

He took a handful of my hair and put it in a ponytail kinda hairstyle, keeping it still with one hand. I took his tip in my mouth, starting to suck and feeling the taste of his precum already, and I started to go down until his tip was past my ugula and my breathing was restricted.

"Good girl, sucking me so good" I moaned at his words and that made him shudder because he felt the vibration through my throat. I started to bob my head up and down doing a circular motion and it didn't take long for him to cum down my throat.

"Mhh you're such a good girl, swallowing all my cum." He took my chin between his fingers and pulled me in for a kiss, he could taste himself on my tongue and that made him groan.

I took his cock and slid it through my folds and positioned myself on top of it, letting his cock stretch my walls with every centimeter entering.

Once he was fully inside him he grabbed my hips and started making me bounce up and down, slamming ferociously on his cock, grunting I could feel his tip touching my cervix as I was moaning screaming his name, at this point I didn't even care about his clients I just could think about his cock and how good he was fucking me dumb.

"You like being fucking ruthless huh? This pussy belongs to me, doll. Remember it. I'm the best you've ever had. I will never leave you." I wanted to reply and tell him he was true but I couldn't form a singular word except the moan that came naturally out of my mouth.

The knot in my stomach was tightening and my walls were spasming around him. "Baby I'm about to cum." He said and with a few more pumps he was filling me up with his semen.

He stayed a bit inside me and then pulled out, he took me in his arms and made me rest on his chest. He called Frost and told him to bring a blanket and tell all the clients to go away.

"I love you baby, I won't let anyone else disrespect you." He told me kissing my forehead.

"I love you too J, thank you for what you for always protecting me. I will never leave you."

He did as he was told and brought us the blanket. J put it on us and we fell asleep in eachothers embrace.

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THE END!!

I hope u like it pookie😭🫶🏻

[repulsiveliquidation]

The White Suit || Jill Roord

based on that suit. good lord. save me. lock me up. anyway, it's just smut lol

warnings : mommy kink, swearing, aftercare, strap-on's, vibrators, oral sex.

“Lieveling, you really can’t make it?”

“I’m stuck in the airport, my love. My flight got canceled and there aren’t any flights to Heathrow till tomorrow.”

“I really wanted you to be here,” Jill says to you sadly.

“Me too baby, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you when I get there tomorrow okay?”

Jill hangs up with tears in her eyes. It’s her first game back since her ACL injury and you had promised to be there to watch her take her place back on the pitch. She steps off the team bus in her suit and sulks the whole warmup, the rest of the girls feel bad for her when she tells them you couldn’t make it.

Little did she know that you managed to get a seat on the next flight out of Spain where you were. You still missed the game but hid out in her room after texting Leila to delay Jill and steal her spare key to get you into her room.

You changed quickly, Leila managing to drag Jill for some coffee before coming back to the hotel to give you some time to get ready. You pulled on a light blue lingerie set that was reminiscent of the Man City blue, thigh-highs pulled up nice and taut secured to your bottoms. Your harness lay waiting on the bed, an acceptable array of straps right beside it.

Your hair fell perfectly around your shoulders, skin soft and supple with every move you made. A light pink lipstick perfectly lathered on your lips. An aromatherapy machine gently spews lavender-scented mist, permeating the room. You smiled, towel laid out on the bed right in the middle ready for your night of celebrations.

Leila texted you that they were in the elevator up so you sat on the bed with your legs crossed waiting for Jill to walk in. You were a little nervous and there were butterflies in your stomach, hoping that Jill would be surprised and not upset.

“Leila, stop being so touchy I’m not going to leave this room till she comes tomorrow–baby?” Jill says in surprise, standing in the doorway in shock. Leila and Laia grin and cheer as they walk to their room, cackling away as Jill stutters.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to see my baby,” you tell her and stand, sauntering over to her. She shuts the door behind her and drops her gear bag, her white suit a little crumpled on her shoulder. You tsk and stand in front of her a little too close to smooth out the wrinkles.

She stands with her jaw dropped and you close it for her, looking up at her beautiful eyes that slowly begin to gloss over. You fiddle with her lapels and smooth out the rest of the creases from her jacket, pressing your lips right on the collar of her jacket leaving a perfect lip stain.

Jill’s knees visibly buckle and she catches herself, muttering incoherently her apologies. You smile softly and cup her face, tilting your head in for a kiss. She meets you halfway and you smile into the kiss, her lips soft with a hint of coffee and caramel.

Jill moans when your tongue swipes her bottom lip and you slip your tongue into her mouth, exploring and dominating her tongue. You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her towards the bed, before fisting her lapels that were perfectly tailored for Jill.

You pull away and admire her outfit, her slightly damp hair draped perfectly on her shoulders and you gently adjust her necklaces and she whines, reaching to take her jacket off.

You tut and she looks down at you again, eyes full of expressive features. You take her hand and guide her in front of the bed where your harness sits. You nudge your head for her to take it and she does, helping you step into it. She secures the sides and you smile, cooing at her gently.

Jill eyes the array of dildos that sit perfectly straight on the bed. She sees her favorite, one that’s too big, one that’s too small, and one that she’s never seen before.

“May I pick one, Mommy?” Jill asks obediently, fidgeting with her vest.

You stand behind her and caress her arms, chin resting on the Dutch’s shoulder.

“Yes, you may angel. You get to pick because you won that game today and look so pretty in that suit hm?”

Jill nods and you frown a little. She catches a glimpse of your face in the window across from her and immediately corrects herself.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

“Good girl, Jill,” you praise, walking around the bed and onto it. Jill drags her fingers over the toys and predictably picks her favorite one. She picks it up and hands it to you.

“This one please, Mommy,” she says quietly, eyes meeting yours. She’s dazed and a little lust-hungry, shoulders sagging and knees about to buckle again. You pity her and decide that that’s enough teasing and take her toy of choice to put on.

It clips in securely and you have her sitting on the edge of the bed. You kiss her neck gently and shrug her jacket off, throwing it over to the chair in the corner. Jill shudders at the sudden cold air on her exposed skin, goosebumps littering her skin. You climb off the bed and stand over her, fiddling with the buttons on her vest.

You undid each one slowly, getting down to your knees with every pop of a button. Jill was breathing a little heavier now, leaning back on her elbows as she understood your intentions.

Once her vest was off, her pants were not far behind. She smiled a little drunkenly as you pulled them off, nails raking over her strong thighs. Jill shuddered again and smiled, throwing her head back.

You smiled and watch her relax into the premium bedding, her bare ass tense against the 400 thread count linen. You caress her tired muscles and kiss up her thighs, her knees parting way for you. You grin up at her and see a light blush on her cheeks, eyes hooded a little as her pussy throbs achingly between her legs.

“Where do you want me, babygirl?” you ask teasingly, perfectly manicured nails running through her wet pussy. Jill whines and hides behind her forearm, nodding softly.

“Words, you useless whore.”

“Anywhere, everywhere, just touch me Mommy please!” Jill cries, eyes filling with tears as your fingers along her pussy tug her folds just a little.

You lean in and lick her up her slit gently, tongue a little warmer than her folds that were exposed to the colder room. She jerks but keeps her ass planted on the bed obediently as your tongue fondles her peeking clit.

Jill bites her lip hard, eyes screwed shut tight. A slender finger pushes into her and her knees fold up onto the bed to ease your access. She moans and cants her hips down onto your finger slowly before your palm rests on her hip as a warning. You stand and slide another finger into her pussy and hover over her, eyes dark and voice deep.

“One more move that I don’t fucking ask for, I stop and you go to bed with nothing, do you understand me?”

“Yes Mommy,” she whines out, nodding her head profusely.

Her ass never leaves the bed and you grin proudly down at her when you feel a rush of arousal coat your fingers inside her.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes Mommy, feels so good when you touch me,” she answers, feeling a third finger push in beside the other two. Jill throws her head back and whines while her hips can’t resist one more cheeky grind.

You stop your fingers right on her sweet spot, having just decided to reward her for being a good girl when you feel her hips move when you told her not to. Your fingers pull out of her pussy and you get off the bed. You pull her to the middle of the bed and smile, kissing down her chest. She shifts nervously and smiles back, unsure if she’s messed up or not.

You reach up and under the pillow, pulling out a vibrator. It’s turned on immediately and your hands pull her legs wide open, lips right beside her ears.

“I told you not to move, princess.”

The wand head is pressed to her clit and she barely has time to process the transition into her punishment. The rush of pleasure goes straight to her head and down to her toes. She struggles to find something to hold on to, the sheets taut as she grasps them and pulls them tight.

“You getting close, darling?” you taunt, wand pressed harder on her clit. Jill grips your wrist and whimpers, nodding hard.

“Please Mommy,” Jill begs beautifully, “Please let me come.”

“No.”

Jill’s thighs which have been flexed to force blood toward her core dissipate the moment you pull the wand away. She cries out your name and her eyes begin to water, her pleasure dropping back to zero.

“What did you do wrong, sweetheart?” you ask softly, kissing down her bare chest. You suck bright red hickeys all over her chest, her lips struggling to form a sentence.

“Moved when you didn’t allow me to,” she manages, tears falling down the side of her face. You suck on her breast gently, hand bringing the toy back towards her core. It barely touches a bit of flesh, the light vibrations driving her crazy.

“What must you say so you can come, baby?”

She answers much more composed this time.

“I’m sorry Mommy, won’t happen again.”

“Good girl,” you whisper to her, the vibrator pressed hard against her clit. Jill cries out your name again and tries her best to stay still, eyes screwed shut again. She bites her lip and slowly smiles deliriously, a sign that she’s close.

You pull the vibrator away and give her no time to argue when your cock slips right into her dripping pussy. Jill gasps and looks up at you in shock, thighs shaking as your thrusts are powerful and precise.

You press the vibrator into her palm as your hips never falter, hands pressing her thighs wide open.

“Be a good girl and don’t move that off your clit unless I say so.”

She does as you say, shaky hands pressing the vibrator right on her clit, and her expression changes. You press her legs wider and pound into her pussy hard, feeling the vibrations fizz out into your strap-on and lightly onto your clit.

“Faster Mommy, I’m so close please!”

You fuck into her faster and suck on her breasts gently, helping her hold the toy right on her clit. Jill swears she sees white when she comes, eyes rolling as far as they go into her head. She shudders and jerks as she comes, toe curled up tight.

“Fuck!” she screams as you keep railing her into the mattress, the first orgasm fizzling out and the second fast approaching. Jill chants your name like a mantra and her hands shake too much to hold the vibrator on her clit. You lean back and pound up right into her sweet spot, holding the vibrator right on her sensitive clit.

“One more for me, darling,” you coo, throwing your head back as your pleasure slowly rises too. “Think you can give me one more pretty orgasm sweetheart?”

“Yes Mommy, it’s yours!”

Jill concentrates on your movements, her lust-driven focus solely on you. She feels the tug in the back of her belly button, the buildup of pressure just in her core. A hand wrapped around her neck and squeezes, that was all the triggers she needed. She barely had time to warn you she was coming, the sheer power of her orgasm pushes you out as she squirts all over your lower half. You watch in amazement, her legs shaking like a leaf as you fondle her clit fast. You pull away just as she reaches her tipping point, eyes zoned in on you.

She can barely remember most of what happened next. She was in a warm bath and lots of bubbles within ten minutes, wrapped in your arms under the soft lights of her hotel room bathroom. You’re kissing her ear when she properly comes to, smacking her lips and blinking her eyes.

“Hello gorgeous,” you whisper, hands caressing her arms. She snuggles back into you, eyes closing as the smell of her favorite lavender Epsom salt fills the air. She feels your arms around her and the warm water helps her aching muscles, tilting her head back to kiss you.

You pull a hand out of the water and cup her face, kissing her earnestly as she gently turns into your arms. Jill pulls away and smiles, rough hands doing their own exploration under the bubbly water.

“Did you come earlier, love?” she asks in her slight Dutch and English accent, she frowns when you shake your head.

“I was close but I didn’t come.”

“That’s not good,” Jill states matter-of-factly. Her hands drag down your soapy thighs, the water making the glide extremely easy. You lean back and let her have her fun, feeling the Dutch’s fingers dance over your clit.

“Just relax, I’ve got you,” Jill reassures, smiling when she feels your muscles relax into the fragrant water more. She rubs tight circles over your clit and you feel yourself getting close already. She tilts your head up and presses her lips to yours hard, fingers rubbing your clit faster and faster. You moan into her mouth and grip the edges of the bath. The water spills a little but you couldn’t care less. Jill sneaks two fingers into you and you cry out her name, coming hard on her fingers.

Jill smiles and cups your face for a kiss, feeling you melt into her arms. She pulls away, grinning from ear to ear.

“I should tell management to get us more suits huh?”

[strawberryblue-blog]

can you do type of friends with benefits with Ruben Dias

Type of Friend with benefits

—Ruben Dias.

summary: What would your relationship be like if you were friends with benefits with Ruben?

warnings: yes. +18. smut, friends with benefits, headcanon.

words count: +900.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits that would be very toxic, he likes to know what you do, where you are, who you are with and that.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits that would kick your ass anywhere and anytime.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits who would never hide anything from you, in fact, he likes to talk to you and get advice from you.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits who wouldn't ask you to be his girlfriend for fear of ruining your relationship, he didn't do well in his relationships and he prefers to keep it that way.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits who could be wild and rough when you fuck but then kind and attentive when you don't.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits who likes you without prejudice, labels or worries.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits that would take nude photos of you (with your consent) and keep them in a secret folder on his computer.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits who would be like your dad(dy) sometimes (and I'm not just talking sexually)

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits that would fall asleep on your breasts while you caress his hair.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits type of guy who loves tits. Your tits. His hands and eyes would be all over them all day.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits who would give you cars and bags as if you didn't already have them.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits who prepares you hot baths after fucking you like an animal to make up for it.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits who if he's an idiot, would apologize with food and flowers. And MANY gifts.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits who loves you, respects you, supports you and holds you. Not just in sex, he loves your personality, your heart, your soul.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits who would buy you clothes and lingerie so that you can dress and parade for him.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits who would introduce you to his family, travel together, celebrate christmas and do typical boyfriend-girlfriend things.

➥ Ruben is the type of friend with benefits who would be in love with you and even though he is confident, he would wait until you are sure of your relationship. Then he might ask you to actually be lovers.