#mm fresh body

[space-bowl]

9. Corpse (Cuphead MI)

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Let's go in the garden...you'll find something waiting.

[odorefal]

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ athlete!sukuna has a thing for your lips.

you don’t even get a chance to secure your cherry-flavored lip balm before a strong, calloused hand plucks it right from your grasp without warning.

“hey!” you protest, turning to face sukuna, who grins like he’s just won something. he twirls the tiny tube between his fingers, clearly entertained, his gym bag slung casually over his shoulder. dressed in his practice jersey, he’s all sweat and arrogance, the scent of exertion clinging to him.

“what’s this?" he muses, turning the tiny tube over in his fingers. “cherry-flavored? figures. you always taste just as sweet as you act, sunshine.”

heat creeps up your neck, caught off guard by the nickname. he’s never called you “sunshine” before. “cut it out. just give it back already.”

“nah.” he grins, applying the balm like he hasn’t just committed a crime. your entire soul leaves your body. “you did not just—”

“mm,” he muses, tilting his head as he smacks his lips thoughtfully. “not bad, but i have a feeling it tastes even sweeter from the source.”

before you can protest, sukuna traps you against the lockers, his presence overwhelming—fresh sweat, burning heat, and stolen cherry. he tilts your chin up effortlessly, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“only one way to know if i got the full effect.”

his lips press against yours—slow at first, then hungrier, stealing the cherry right off your mouth. when he finally leans back, you barely remember why you wanted your lip balm back in the first place.

with a cocky smirk, sukuna steps back and tosses the lip balm into his bag, watching it land smoothly beneath his spare jersey.

slinging the bag over his shoulder, he grins. “guess you’ll have to work for it.”

“unbelievable,” you mutter, glaring up at him. “absolutely insufferable.”

“and you love me.” he grins, tossing your stolen lip balm in the air before disappearing onto the court, leaving you utterly flustered and questioning all your life choices.

––

unaware of the stares he was getting, sukuna strutted onto the court—meanwhile, his teammates were trying to figure out why he suddenly had glossy, cherry-kissed lips, as if he wants to look kissable.

( kiss me instead ᐢ ̥_ ̫ _ ̥ᐢ )

[cheeseatlantic]

i want his meat (double meaning)

THE BUTCHER’S WIFE

!butchersimon x fem reader

Simon Riley’s butcher shop is a staple in town. Small, cozy, always smelling like freshly cut meats and slow-cooked broth. Everyone knows him, trusts him—the man behind the counter with rough, skilled hands and sharp eyes that miss nothing. He’s quiet, polite in his own gruff way, but he doesn’t waste words on unnecessary chatter.

Yet, despite the intimidating build and the sharp cleaver always within reach, every local knows one thing—Simon Riley is a devoted family man.

The proof? The way he locks up early to make it home for dinner. The way he handpicks the best cuts of meat to bring home to you—his wife, the love of his life, the one woman who has him utterly tamed in ways no one would believe if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes.

Your home is just a little outside of town, nestled in the countryside, where the air is fresh and the kitchen always smells like something rich and hearty. Two little ones keep you busy—your children, his pride and joy. They’ve got his stubbornness, your wit, and an endless supply of energy.

But tonight? Tonight is different. The kids are asleep, the house is quiet, and Simon’s just gotten home—his broad frame filling the doorway as he steps inside, carrying a small paper-wrapped bundle.

“Brought you somethin’, love.” His voice is deep, warm, edged with something unreadable as he places the package on the counter. You unwrap it, revealing the finest cut of steak, perfectly marbled—something expensive, something he wouldn’t just sell to anyone.

You raise an eyebrow. “Special occasion?”

Simon hums, stepping behind you, hands settling low on your waist as he presses against your back. He smells like cedarwood, steel, and the faintest hint of smoked meat.

“Felt like treatin’ my girl,” he murmurs, lips grazing your neck.

Heat prickles down your spine.

Because that’s the thing about Simon—he’s soft for you, gentle with the kids, but when the night stretches long and the world outside fades away, he is anything but tame.

“Mm. So you’re buttering me up first?” you tease, arching into him.

His chuckle is low, dark. “That depends. Is it working?”

You don’t answer, just tilt your head to give him better access as his hands start to wander, rough palms pressing over the curve of your hips, gripping, claiming.

“You worked hard today,” you murmur, a slow smirk tugging at your lips.

Simon hums against your skin. “Oh, I did. Choppin’ all that meat, swinging that cleaver all day.” His voice drops, thick and heavy. “Reckon I still got some energy left, though.”

Your breath catches.

The thing is—Simon may have left behind the battlefield, but he never lost that raw, dangerous edge. It lingers in the way he handles a knife, the way he moves, the way he takes. And right now, it’s flashing in his gaze, hunger written in every line of his body as his hands tighten around you.

“You’re insatiable,” you whisper, half-laughing, half-breathless.

Simon grins, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “Only for you, love.”

And as he lifts you onto the counter, pushing between your thighs with the ease of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing, dinner is long forgotten.

(But don’t worry—he’ll still cook that steak later. After all, his girl needs to eat.)

slurping up that sausage like its my last meal ty

[littlelamy]

title: riding rafe in his hot tub

warnings: 18+, smut, and lewd language

the warm steam curls thick in the cold figure-eight night air, wrapping around the two of you. the water bubbles against your skin, heated jets pulsing against your back, but none of it compares to the heat of rafe’s hands, gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as you rock against him.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, head tipping back against the edge of the hot tub, eyes hooded, lips parted, watching you like you’re the only thing in the world. “look at you. you just can’t get enough, can you?”

“mm,” you hum, hands braced against his chest, nails teasing over slick, toned muscle. “you say that like you’re not the one begging me to ride you every five seconds.”

rafe smirks, one hand sliding up your spine, gripping the back of your neck, dragging you down until your mouths are just barely apart. “maybe i just like watching you come on my cock.” his voice is low, rough, his breath hot against your lips. “maybe i like knowing you need me just as bad as i need you.”

his words make you shiver, even with the heat of the water and with his body burning against yours. he feels so fucking good inside you, thick and deep, stretching you just right, making your thighs shake every time you move.

“fuck, rafe,” you gasp, rolling your hips, making him groan, making his fingers tighten on your skin.

“yeah, that’s it,” he grits out, pushing his hips up to meet you, the movement forcing a high, breathy whimper from your lips. “you gonna keep teasing me, princess? or are you actually gonna fuck me?”

“oh, i don’t know,” you breathe, nails dragging down his chest, leaning in until your lips brush his jaw. “depends. where are we going for spring break?”

rafe’s laugh is breathless, rough, barely held together. “you wanna talk vacation plans while you’re bouncing on my dick?”

“mm-hmm.” your tongue flicks over his pulse, and he shudders beneath you. “multitasking.”

his grip tightens, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he thrusts up hard, knocking the air from your lungs, making your moan break high and needy. “bahamas,” he rasps, his other hand gripping your ass, guiding you down onto him again. “private beach. just us. no one to bother us.”

“mm, sounds nice.” you grind against him, slow, deep, watching the way his jaw clenches, the way his fingers dig harder into your skin. “who else is coming?”

“sarah’s staying with the pogues,” he says, voice rough, distracted, his gaze locked on where your bodies are joined beneath the bubbling water. “so that means…”

“means what?” you tease, leaning in, biting his lower lip before pulling back, grinning. “we’re gonna be all alone?”

his smirk is slow, dangerous, fucking devastating. “means the dress code is naked. the entire time. not even panties”

his words send a fresh wave of heat flooding through you, pooling low in your belly. you clench around him, and rafe groans, fingers biting into your hips. “fuck, baby, you like the sound of that?”

“maybe,” you pant, rolling your hips, feeling him twitch inside you. “more rafey.....”

rafe’s laugh is low, dark. “princess, you have no fucking idea what you’re in for.”

his grip tightens, and before you can respond, he’s moving, fucking up into you, fast and hard, dragging you down to meet every thrust. the only sounds left between you are gasps, moans, the slap of wet skin, the bubbling water masking just how filthy it all is.

spring break can’t come soon enough.

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[nereidprinc3ss]

no sweeter innocence (than our gentle sin)

in which spencer reid is gentle with overwhelmed fem!reader after sex

18+ (fluff, implied intimacy) warnings/tags: it's just aftercare, but like psychological aftercare, implied intimacy duh, vague descriptions of sex but nothing explicit, hurt/comfort without the hurt, allusions to postcoital dysphoria, reader cries but its not really sad, spencer reid is so kind i wish men were real, i think that is all a/n: guess who wrote an entirely different thing instead of touching her wips..... AGAIN...... this bitch cant do anything omggg!! but this was based on a request so go me also what a strange time to be posting but it's only 1k words and nobody can stop me

“Hey. Are you with me, angel?”

You blink your eyes open in the dark room—reorienting yourself to the tangle of your bodies. How many minutes has it been?

“Hm?”

He chuckles—a quick huff from his nose as he brings a hand up to push hair from your face. 

“I asked you if you’re with me.”

It takes you a moment to answer. You’re still trying to make sense of where you are in space, each sensation coming back to you one by one—the weight and pressure of him against you, the slip of cotton sheets and a cool breeze from the cracked window over your heated sticky skin. 

“Oh.”

It’s not much of an answer and your voice is small. For a moment he lets it sit, cupping your warm cheek. Your eyes flutter shut again. His voice comes gentler, dipped in concern. 

“You okay?”

This time you don’t try to speak. Your tongue is like a lead weight in your mouth and your brain is running on dial-up. The best you can do is to cling to him, hiding your face in the curve of his neck and hoping he’ll understand that your firm hold on him is a request for him to tighten his own arms around you, until you’re sure you won’t float away. He reciprocates and it makes you feel more secure immediately. 

“Can you answer me?” He murmurs, all sweet solicitation, lips brushing the top of your head in this new airtight position. And then, a moment later— “Baby. I wanna hear your voice.”

“Mhm,” you manage. 

Spencer rewards you by rubbing your back in slow circles. His hand feels nice on your bare skin. The way you love him is too big for words. It could make you cry. 

“Wasn’t too much? You’re not hurting anywhere?”

You shake your head and try to ignore the ache in your bones when you can’t seem to get him close enough. 

“Mm-mm.”

It’s not entirely true—your legs are sore, but it’s nothing that needs tending to, and your lower back is a bit crampy, but he’s already working on that. 

He hums. “You’re pretty out of it, sweet girl. What’s going on with you?”

Spencer is always careful with you. He’d never hurt you, or sacrifice your comfort for his pleasure. That said, he’s just as passionate as you are. The stretch of your arms above your head is still fresh in your mind—the ghost of his grip, pressing your wrists into the mattress, or pushing your leg up, or pulling you exactly where he wanted you by the hips. It’s all wonderful, and you never feel safer than you do when you’re with him, but it doesn’t make you feel any less vulnerable, any less raw, after all is said and done. Maybe it’s precisely because you trust him so much that you’re so sensitive afterward. But he never, ever makes you feel bad for having an intense reaction to an intense experience. He always meets you where you’re at. That in itself makes you emotional. Spencer is different than any of the partners you’d had before. 

Again, he’s patient as you try to process his question and work up a response. Maybe a minute later, you’re breathing out something that feels true. 

“Overwhelmed.”

The word is a tap against glass you didn’t know was there until it’s fracturing like a spiderweb. With no warning, and for no good reason, you find yourself choked up. 

“Oh,” he says, sympathetic and drawn out as understanding sets in. “Do you need me to back off for a minute?”

You squeeze him even fiercer and shake your head, unable to stop the tears from drawing their shiny paths down your cheeks and sinking into the weave of the pillow case. 

“Shh. You’re okay,” he murmurs, quiet and slow and almost sing-songy as he smooths your hair, though you know he doesn’t really expect you to stop crying. “You’re okay, pretty. Remember what I said about all the hormonal shifts in your body after you come?”

Once more you nod against him with a small, shuddering sniffle. 

“And how sometimes your body regulates by crying? Kind of like a… a reset button?”

“Mhm.”

“Mhm.” He shifts from rubbing your back to tracing light lines in shapeless patterns with the blunt edges of his nails, and your breath catches before you’re melting in his hold. “It’s okay to have big or confusing feelings after sex. It’s actually really common. I just want you to be honest with me about those feelings, right? So we can keep you safe?”

“Right.”

“Would you tell me if you were hurting, or if something I did or said was bothering you?”

“Yes.”

If you were looking at him you know he’d be smiling ever so slightly at your monosyllabic responses, charting an upward path with his hand and pushing it through your hair at the nape of your neck. “You can just nod, baby. You don’t have to talk. I know you’re tired.”

You make a small noise of gratitude and nuzzle closer, feeling better as the tears slow, quickly as they’d come. 

“Do you want a bath in a little while?”

Another nod. He scratches at your scalp. “Okay. We’ll do a bath, and then dinner, and then I’m finally going to make you watch that documentary about Helvetica. It’s a little outdated, and there are a few basic errors about the origin and development of the font as well as misinformation about the typeface subgroup in general, but I can amend those as we watch and afterward we can read the director’s tenth anniversary statement. I was waiting to read it until we watched it together.”

Spencer knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that you’ll fall asleep ten minutes in, curled up on the couch under a blanket in your biggest hoodie with your head on his lap and his hand in your hair, just like this. 

He’s actually really looking forward to it.

[calebsdraft]

caleb w a crybaby, clingy, needy little sister who needs to be comforted every time he’s inside of her bc hes js toooo bigg…</3

warnings : praise, crybaby!reader, stepcest, use of gege and pipsqueak, caleb brings up that y’all are siblings during sex, big dick!caleb, belly bulge, cumming inside, unprotected sex <3

౨ৎ au : 𝓼tepbrother!caleb x 𝓬rybaby!reader ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

𝒞aleb knew you were going to start crying before you even got to. you were more of the crybaby type, always crying to your gege about mean people, grades, sad animals… anything really. so he wasn’t surprised when you started crying during sex. he tried to start off soft, he really did—but you were just too good and wet, he couldn’t stop himself from going faster, deeper.

“shh… i know, baby. i know, i’m so big, aren’t i? you’re taking me so well,” he murmured into your ear. your wrists were pinned down by his large hands and your ass was up, chest against your back as he rammed into your pussy. tears and sobs started falling from the overwhelming pleasure. it was just too good and you could feel him everywhere.

his free hand came to rub your tears away softly and you felt his thrusts slowing down in a pace that wasn’t so overwhelming. “i know, pips. don’t cry, gege’s hear for you. you’re such a good girl.” you let out a small mewl at the praise, your walls clenching around his thick cock and he let out a groan.

“mm, yeah, that’s it. just like that—yeah, tighten around me,” he whispered into your ear gently and his thrusts got deeper now, reaching a spot that he didn’t reach when he was going fast. you let out a chocked gasp at the feeling, your body jolting as he hit that spot again. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and new tears started to fall—but they were from pleasure now.

“caleb! haah, right there! oh, mhm!” you moaned out when his head massaged that spot just right, making your puffy folds flutter around his cock. “fuck, that’s it, hm, baby? your big brother’s hitting that good spot inside of you?” your jaw dropped and you mindlessly nodded.

his pace started to pick up again and his grip on your wrists tightened. the bed creaked with each thrust and he shushed your sobs, whispering things like “there ya’ go,” and “yeah, just breathe. just like that.” you felt like he was splitting you in half but it was so good, you didn’t want it to stop.

until you felt that tug in your gut. he had made you come thousands of times and each time it was too overwhelming for you, trying to kick him off of you and almost fainting when you gushed around him. this is no different.

“caleb! stop! m’close! stop—i can’t!” you gasped out and he let out a low growl into your ear. instead of stopping, he did the exact opposite. he started to ram into you rapidly, causing new tears to quickly fall from your eyes. your body twitched and squirmed but you couldn’t get away from him, not when you were pinned down like this.

you felt closer and closer and your breathing picked up, whines and whimpers falling out of your plump lips. “shh… i know. jus’ let go for me. it’s okay, pipsqueak,” he mumbled into your ear and his free hand came to where the bulge in your stomach was.

you let out a loud moan when he started to press on the bulge, fresh new juices gushing around his cock. “there you go, cum for me.” your body fell limp when you came—hard. he helped you through your orgasm, trying not to split you in half with how much your milking him and the sound that you made when you gushed around his cock.

you expected him to stop when you came before you got overstimulated—just like always. but no, he didn’t stop. “ca-leb! sensitive! mph!” you whined out but it was like caleb couldn’t here you. “i know, baby. just a little more—i needa cum. fuck, i’m close.”

with your sobs and moans, reaching his orgasm was easy. with a few more thrusts, you felt something warm and thick fill you up. your jaw dropped at the feeling and your walls clenched as they got painted. “oh! mph, haah…” his cock slowly softened inside of you and so did his thrusts. all you could do was twitch and caleb abruptly stopped carrying himself above you.

you were being squashed by him with how large he was and you let out a tired squeak. he chuckled. “sorry, pips.” and with that, he turned the two of you over so you were lying on his chest. his cock was still inside of you, but you didn’t care. you were already on the brink of sleep, feeling warm and full.

[sosasturns]

keep it on, suck it off - c. sturniolo

“fuck, baby—this is messy.”

chris’ head tips back, a low groan spilling from his lips as he watches you, tongue swirling over the thick icing smeared along his dick. his fingers flex against the edge of the counter, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as you drag your tongue up, slow, sucking him clean.

“shit.”

you smirk, taking him deeper, your lips wrapping tight around the head before sinking down again. your nails scratch against his thighs, his muscles tensing beneath your touch, thighs spread wide as he lets you work him.

“you too good at this,” he pants, hips twitching up. “gonna make me fuckin’ come, baby.”

your lashes flutter, tongue flicking along the tip before you let him slip from your lips, glossy, swollen, the remnants of red velvet icing still slicking his skin. you glance up, eyes teasing. “that not the plan?”

he exhales a low chuckle, gripping your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back as he runs his thumb along your bottom lip. “nah,” he murmurs, eyes dark, voice thick with hunger. “plan is to fuck you dumb in that shirt, ma.”

his hands are on you in seconds, pulling you up, flipping you effortlessly onto the counter before stepping between your thighs. his gaze drops, catching sight of the Fresh Love tee hanging loosely off your frame, the way the fabric drapes over your curves, slightly oversized but just enough to tease, to make him want.

“wearin’ my shit like you don’t know what it do to me.”

his fingers toy with the hem, pushing it up, revealing the deep red lace barely covering you underneath. his jaw tightens, teeth grazing his bottom lip.

“nah, you knew exactly what you was doin’, huh?”

you hum, breathless, but your tease quickly turns into a gasp when his hands grip your hips, dragging you to the edge of the counter. he shoves his sweats lower, one hand gripping the fabric of your shirt, pushing it up as he lines himself up.

“keep this shit on. gon’ be wearin’ my shit when you come, baby.”

he drives in, slow but deep, both of you moaning as he fills you, stretches you, your fingers gripping his arms, nails digging into his skin. his grip on your shirt tightens, using it for leverage as he pulls back and thrusts in again, hard, forcing a whimper from your lips.

“mm, there you go—fuckin’ take it.”

he’s relentless, pushing deep, slow strokes that leave you breathless, his grip tightening on the fabric, yanking you forward with each thrust. the counter shakes beneath you, your fingers clawing at his back, thighs trembling as pleasure builds sharp and fast.

“fuck, chris—”

“nah, you wanted this, right?” he grits, hips snapping, jaw tight as he watches you come undone beneath him, your body shuddering, his name spilling from your lips. “fuckin’ beggin’ for it in my shirt—shit, look at you, baby.”

his hand finds your throat, tilting your chin up, his forehead pressing against yours as he groans, thrusts turning rough, sloppy, chasing his own release. your walls squeeze him, pulling him in deeper, and his breath shudders.

“fuck—gon’ fill you up, baby. that what you want?”

you nod, whimpering, and with one last deep thrust, he stills, moaning low in your ear as he spills inside you, fingers still gripping your waist, your hips, your shirt.

silence, except for the heavy breaths between you, his forehead still resting against yours. then—

your gaze flickers to the counter, the red velvet cupcake you had set down earlier now nothing but smeared icing and crumbs, completely ruined in the mess of it all.

“damn,” you breathe, lips curling, “cupcake’s fucked up now. you can’t even eat it.”

chris smirks, eyes dark, hooded, as he tugs you closer, his voice dropping low—

“girl, fuck that cupcake. imma eat you.”

@ sosasturns

[camzeecorner]

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 ₊˚ෆ 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘

smut ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ

Matt was the type of guy who liked to stay in the background, keeping quiet and out of the spotlight. He didn’t put himself out there much because he was really shy. Despite that, he managed to get by with the help of his small group of friends. They never pushed him to do things he wasn’t comfortable with and always made him feel included.

But lately, Matt had been feeling pretty lonely. He saw his friends going out with their girlfriends and having fun, and he wondered if he’d ever get to experience that. The thought of having someone special made him feel both hopeful and a bit sad, wondering when his turn would come.

He had one friend he especially liked. They met two years ago at a gas station. He saw her walking out the door toward her car, probably after paying for her gas. She had gorgeous honey-brown skin and dark hair that flowed past her shoulders. She was short, but not in a babydoll way—just a little below average height. To him, she looked like a walking angel. She complimented his shoes, and ever since then, they became his favorite pair.

They hung out occasionally when neither of them had any other plans. Matt never told her about the feelings he had for her, too scared she might blow him off or laugh in his face. Instead, he kept those feelings to himself, cherishing every moment they spent together. Each time they hung out, he hoped she might see him in a different light, but he never found the courage to say anything.

Which brought Matt to his current situation. He had been desperately grinding against his bed for the past hour, his body drenched in sweat. Beads of perspiration trickled down his face, and his knuckles had turned a ghostly white from gripping the sheets so tightly. His phone lay beside him, screen glowing with the images and videos of you that he mindlessly scrolled through, each one igniting a fresh wave of longing.

“Ooh fuck..mmm” Matt moaned against his pillow, biting harshly against his lips. His cock was twitching against his sheets signifying how desperately close he was. His tip was red and swollen due to all the torture it had been through.

Matt imagined it was you riding him. The image had been running through his mind for days, not being able to escape. It had sexually frustrated him knowing he could never do such things.

Your perfect brown skin laid onto him. He moaned at the image in his head. The way you would bounce on him, your boobs shaking in front of his face. It was the most perfect sight anyone could ever see. The way you clenched around his aching cock desperate for release. How you kissed his skin so carefully, your soft pink pillow lips.

He nearly screamed as you began riding faster, chasing for your release. “Mm baby.. you gonna cum in me?” Matt nodded pathetically at your words. Too stuck in a trance to comprehend a response. “Yea? You gonna fill me up like a good boy?” Matt could feel the tears spilling from his eyes. His breath started getting heavier. “Y-yes im such a go-good boy for mommy” he whined.

You rubbed your clit in harsh circles inching closer to your orgasm. Your body shutted against Matt’s, the pleasure from his pulsing cock stretching you in the right places and your fingers rubbing against your clit. “Oh fuck yes.. just like that.. make mommy cum.” Quickly Matt flipped over to his back, leaning against his headboard. Matt could feel his body freeze as his cum squirted from his cock. His mouth hung open, as he let out low moans and whines. His cum going in every direction. He whimpered at the feeling of his sweet release.

He whimpered lowly as his cock twitched harshly. The pleasure felt so good, he could cry. He placed his hand firmly on his cock, giving long and slow strokes. He paid most of his attention to the head of his cock, squeezing each time his hand would run past it. His cum ran down his hand, he audibly moaned at the sight. He had milked himself completely dry by now, making sure he had savored each moment.

Matt laid still, flat on his back, in his own fluids. Too tired to move he exhaled and looked at his mess. That had been one of the most intense orgasm’s he’d ever had. Grabbing the towel nearby on his floor he carefully wiped his cock, trying not to overstimulate himself. He wiped his chest and face, and any other area that had been shot at. He sighed throwing his head back against his pillow.

“Holy fuck.” He heard a voice speak from his door. Matt’s eyes widen in shock and fear as his body jolted forward. His eyes caught yours, he knew it’d been too late to move now. He’s already been caught.

🏷️ - @shaquilles-0atmeal @monroesturnns @blahbel668 @mattssluttywaist @jetaimevous @kayeeaa @ribread03

[daenysx]

what if james’ s/o woke up to him eating her out

YES.

james potter x fem!reader, smut

cw; consensual somno, oral (f receiving), kisses, james being the bestest boy and coming in his pants

sleep is so sweet tonight.

you remember waking up a few times, totally wrapped around james with your face close to his neck like you're trying to steal his air. he smells so good, you fall asleep after each time you open your eyes.

stretched limbs, slow breaths, and james wakes up to your gentle nuzzling. the sun is still lost in the air and the bed is warm. he rubs his eyes with clumsy fingers. he can feel your leg thrown over him, and it's so comfy like this, he smiles lazily.

he gives you a kiss on your head. you move towards his lips in your sleep, your leg in sync with your body as it touches him. you don't know what you're doing but your body is desperate to get close to him and james likes it very much. sweet, angel girl.

you do something between lifting and pressing your leg to him, and he can't help his reaction.

his sweatpants don't do well with restricting him, he twitches softly at first. oh, it feels so good, he lifts his hips. he wants to get lost in your warmth because it's so cold out of this bed and here is safe. james wants to be safe.

you press yourself against him as if you want some relief. are you dreaming? you're sleeping, but you're moving softly with your breath to his neck. james brings his fingers to your thigh, squeezes the flesh gently. he's getting more and more awake each second.

it feels like minutes are liquified when james finally decides he wants to do something about the clear issue. he's hard and you must be dreaming of him, he hopes, you're restless and stretch like a kitten in bed as you arch your back.

he takes off your sleeping shorts and panties, the sunlight starts filling the room. he knows you like being woken up like this, the feeling is entirely mutual, he loves waking up to your mouth if he has to be honest. he moves his body to kiss your belly. another kiss. delicious.

you relax when he makes his way to your cunt with his kisses. james holds your legs on his bare shoulders, his hardness pressed against the bed to get some friction. you are the softest, radiating warmth to his mouth. he's eager for his first kiss.

it all comes natural after that. he begins and doesn't stop. his lips stop briefly on your puffy clit, he keeps them on your thighs. you lift your hips. there should be more. he opens his mouth to suck the sweetness out of you.

"mm-" you murmur something in your sleep. james makes a nice grunting sound against you. "j-jamie-"

he squeezes the tender flesh of your thighs in his big hands before he sucks greedily on your clit. the wetness spreads in his mouth and it's good, he keeps going for it.

"please." you mumble, rubbing your cheek on the pillow. "yeah-"

your whispers fill the room, james's sloppy sounds do as well. he's almost hurting now, probably leaking into the fabric of his sweatpants. he doesn't care.

"james-"

you seem to be awake. your eyes are open, watching him with a different kind of desire but you still seem like you're ready to drift off. "good morning." he gives you a kiss on your belly to make an eye contact. "come on, baby. you know what i want."

"can you- keep doing it, please?"

there's his girl, the kindest ever. he obeys, giving you the loving you clearly deserve. he's definitely leaking now.

"yes-" you moan deeply. you push yourself to his mouth eagerly, sleep soaked and lovely in the fresh sunshine. "so close, jamie."

"mm- i can feel it, too." he does it on purpose, making vibrations against you.

you know you can relax any time you want, just let go and it will be the best morning. james goes harder, leaves you no choice but creaming in his mouth.

you moan his name again, a desperate plea. james accepts everything you give him, rubbing his cock on the sheets as he moves his head. your legs cover his ears as the softest earmuffs and he groans when his own peak hits him.

"oh, fuck." he whispers. "angel-"

"come here, come up." you say, extend a hand to him. "wanna take care of you."

he slides himself to you and takes you in his arms. you're melting immediately, he squeezes your body just right. post-orgasm makes you sleepier like it's possible.

"you already did." james says, smugly. "didn't even have to touch me to do that."

you snuggle to his chest. it's a weird kind of relief that neither of you care about the mess you made in bed. you're sleepy, so is james. he buries his nose to your hair and you hold onto his waist with your fingers drawing gentle circles.

"what time is it?" you ask with a scratchy voice.

"it's still early." james replies. "go back to sleep, we got time."

"why don't we stay in today?" you offer with a cheeky smile on your lips. "so that we can keep doing this all day long, and i get to take care of you the right way?"

it's physically impossible for him to reject this tempting idea. he accepts it with a big kiss on your cheekbone.

[nxtt2-u]

hush

your boyfriend loves to play with you in bed for hours on end. it’s not your fault you get loud after so much teasing, right?

content info — yang jeongin x afab!reader, 1.4k words, smut, established relationship

content warnings — nsfw, reader has a tummy, no gendered terms but reader has a vagina & boobs

notes — i return from my hiatus bearing this drabble-turned-oneshot as penance. i completely missed kinktober AND kinkmas.... sigh :( oh well, enjoy this lil snippet of dom jeongin!! ^^ smut warnings under the cut

smut warnings — dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, subspace, fingering, overstimulation, ruined orgasm, heavy petname usage sorry.., face slapping, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, a sprinkle of cockwarming, rough sex, praise and the teensiest bit of degradation(?), tummy cumshot, light aftercare (more done offscreen), mm i think that's it!

“a-ah, ‘yennie, ‘s too much,” you sniffle pathetically, pawing weakly at the hand that’s been toying between your legs for the better part of the last two hours. jeongin coos down at you from where he props himself up on an arm near your side, tilting his head as his lips curl into a smile, deep dimples popping out as if to mock your pitiful state. his other hand stays occupied with your silky heat, and just the sight of the veins protruding in his busy forearm as he works you has you soaking the sheets alone.

“it’s too much, baby?” he echoes condescendingly, eyes crinkling into mirthful crescents at the sound of your pussy squelching obscenely when he finally works two fingers inside your pussy with no resistance. you moan loudly at the delicious stretch of his long, dexterous fingers, delighted at finally having something inside after only being rubbed at and rubbed at up until now, and he grunts in response.

“shit… tight little cunt,” he mutters, crooking his fingers just right to prod at that gooey spot deep within. your whole body jolts as if connected to a live wire, and he moans breathily at the sight. “ah, fuck, is it there, baby? that’s what you want?”

you cry out in response, eyes slamming shut as you nod desperately. your hips begin to hump embarrassingly fast against his palm, but you’re so far gone you can’t even consider stopping yourself. jeongin chuckles at the tears welling up in your eyes as you fuck on his hand like a rabbit in heat, eagerly chasing your orgasm as it draws closer and closer.

he surprisingly allows it without complaint; if you had a drop of coherency left in your cotton-filled brain, you'd question his merciful behavior, but you're submerged too deep in the fuzzy headspace you oh so love to even think about anything other than the pleasure he's giving you. you babble out your incoherent thanks and rut impossibly harder against his palm, but just as your stomach begins to contract and the heat in your abdomen roars to an inferno, he pulls away.

you nearly scream aloud in frustration when your clit pulses angrily at the ruined orgasm. “jeongin!" you wail. "please, don’t be c-cruel,” sniffling, you shove your own hand down to swipe needily at your clit, pretty little head swooning with so much pleasure you can't even consider the consequences your desperation may bring. “need you, daddy, please, please please!” you cry out, frame thrashing wildly against the sheets with how sensitive you are now.

your boyfriend grunts and shifts to loom over you, brushing away his dark bangs so he can see how fucked out you are beneath him. he scoffs once, disbelieving at how you're still babbling and even beginning to drool onto his sheets, before he lands a harsh slap to your cheek. "hush, baby," he spits out, palming his flushed cock right over your heaving soft tummy. the hit leaves your skin hot and stinging in its wake, and you gasp. "god, you're so fucking needy, huh?" he drawls, polishing his tip with a sensitive hiss.

you didn't even realize the slap brought fresh tears to your eyes until they start falling right over the delicate spot where you were struck and you whine, clit pulsing with renewed delight at the pain. it finally manages to shut you up and he smirks when you eventually manage to still and fall silent, save for your intermittent sniffles and heavy breathing. he groans and tips his head forward to press an uncoordinated kiss to your lips at the sight of you peering up at him through wet lashes, patiently waiting for whatever he'll dish out next.

"ah, you're so good to me, sweetheart," jeongin murmurs into your mouth before tangling his tongue with yours. you moan against his lips as he sucks filthily on your tongue, and your noises only grow louder when you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. you break the kiss to pant and stare down at where he pushes in until your head subconsciously falls back against the pillow at the stretch. despite him preparing you with his digits not long ago, it's still a tight fit every time you fuck your boyfriend simply because of his sheer size.

the soaking wet warmth that envelops him must take a toll on him too, especially with how long he's been working the both of you up. jeongin moans at the feeling and his arms begin to shake as he bottoms out. he leans down to lap sloppily at the crook under your jaw while you both catch your breaths. "just warm my cock for a li'l, okay, baby?" he mutters, abs clenching erratically as he does his best to stave off his orgasm. you nod, eager to please and be good, but it doesn't take long before you get squirmy.

who can blame you, though? with his hard cock finally sheathed inside after endless teasing, it's a wonder how you've even held on this long at all. you find yourself writhing again before you know it, fingers threaded into the sheets near your head as you begin to mindlessly beg and tilt your hips up, eager for stimulation. "daddy, please move, plea—"

"sh, shh, angel," he cuts you off, pulling back to loom over you once again. "i know, i know," he croons sweetly when you begin to cry again at the first gentle rolls of his hips. he kisses those salty tears away and begins to thrust harder, rougher, until you're eventually being shifted up the bed with the force and the headboard is rattling against the wall in a steady rhythm.

you don't even register your volume until jeongin is pressing a clammy palm against your mouth to muffle you, still fucking into you like a toy. "shhh, shh," he soothes again, and your eyes roll back when a slight shift of the angle has his tip suddenly pounding into your g-spot. "that's it, sweetheart, just take it. i'll let you come soon, okay? y-you.. fuck," he pants, cock twitching deep inside when you clench hard at his words, "you're so beautiful. milkin' my cock for me, bein' such a good girl, hm?" you whine, eyes slammed shut and brows furrowed in pleasure, and the pornographic moan he lets out at the sight finally tips you over the edge.

"oh, o-oh," jeongin gasps at the way your walls flutter around him, sucking him in deep and demanding his seed. "shit, baby," he grunts, thrusts growing erratic and losing their rhythm as his own orgasm builds impossibly fast. "cream all over my cock like that, and i'll– ah, fuck- cumming cumming—!" he cries; just before you can feel warmth flood your poor, abused pussy, his cock is sliding out of you with an embarrassingly loud noise and he's painting the plush skin below your bellybutton with ropes of white, warm cum.

he jerks and milks himself above you with his eyes pressed shut and mouth wide open as a long, drawn-out groan escapes him. when he's finally spent, he collapses beside you in a sweaty heap with a sated sigh. it's the last thing you see before your eyes drift shut in exhaustion, and when they crack open again he's plastered against your clean stomach, head pillowed happily on a naked boob.

your throat clicks dryly when you try to speak, and he's quick to snap up and fumble with a nearby water bottle, swiftly unscrewing it and pressing it to your lips. when he deems you adequately hydrated, he pulls away and sets it down as you roll your neck around, stretching out your limbs. "hey, sleepyhead. you enjoy your nap?" he grins, returning to his spot amongst your chest. your eyes roll but you give a dopey smile right back, fucked out and soft from the afterglow.

"mhm..." you sigh, tilting his chin up for a kiss. jeongin complies with a happy noise and you pull back before things can get heated again. your poor cunt can't handle another round just yet.

"love you," he murmurs, tucking his face into your neck. you thread your hands through his dark tresses, mussed and a bit smelly from all the activity, but you love it all the same. as his breath begins to peter out into a slower, more even rhythm, your own breath begins to sync as you all but melt into the mattress under his comforting weight. "love you, too," you mutter before slipping off into sleep once more, satisfied, warm, and sated in the arms of the man you love most.

[fangdokja]

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 382

He’s so loved. So adored. Everyone sees him as the gentle giant—the big, bashful sweetheart who fumbles over his words and wouldn’t hurt a fly. Women coo over his shyness, and men clap him on the back like he’s some harmless golden retriever.

But you know better.

Because right now, he's not shy at all. Not fumbling, not stammering, not blushing. No, he’s laughing, openly and unashamed, as he forces your legs apart, as he fucks into you so deep you can barely breathe.

“C’mon, baby, what happened? You were talkin’ so much shit earlier,” he taunts, his voice sickly sweet, mocking. “Aww, don’t tell me you can’t take it? But you’re the experienced one, right? You should be showing me how it’s done.”

He’s brutal. Unrelenting. Every thrust slams you further into the bed, the force of it making your head spin, your body helpless against his strength. He’s so much bigger, so much stronger, and he loves it—loves how your hands are too small to push him away, how your weak little legs tremble every time he buries himself to the hilt.

"Fuckin’ useless," he chuckles, grabbing your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head. "S’posed to be teaching me, right? Thought I was the innocent one. That’s what everyone thinks, yeah?" He grins against your ear, his breath hot and full of amusement. "But you know the truth now, don't you?"

His hips snap forward, wrenching a sob from your throat. He coos at you like you're pathetic, like you're some weak little thing under him. Because you are. Compared to him, you're nothing.

“Shit, you’re tight—mm, but that’s ‘cause you’re just a stupid little thing, huh? A dumb, tiny hole for me to fuck. Bet you’re real mad about that.” He lets out a low, satisfied groan, rolling his hips deeper, making sure you feel every inch of him stretching you open. "Too bad. You’re gonna take it. No matter how much you cry, no matter how much you beg."

You can’t speak. Can’t think. The pain is sharp, unbearable, but that only makes him grin wider, makes him fuck you harder. He loves it—loves the way you claw at his shoulders, the way you shake and cry beneath him.

And he’s just getting started.

♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.

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Ace Attorney: Phoenix Wright

Arcane: PTSD! Jayce

Blue Lock: Shidou Ryusei

Boku no Hero Academia: Hawks, Villain! Midoriya Izuku

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: Hiroki Dan

Death Note: N/A

Demon Slayer: Kyojuro Rengoku, Tanjiro Kamado, Tengen Uzui, Zenitsu Agatsuma

Dishonored Series: N/A

Genshin Impact: Childe, Cyno, Itto, Venti, Fallen! Phainon

Haikyuu!!: Daichi Sawamura, Goshiki Tsutomu, Tendō Satori, Yūji Terushima

Honkai Star Rail: Argenti, Boothill, Caelus, Sampo Koski

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: Gon Freecss, Uvogin

I'm Not That Kind of Talent: Deon Hardt

Jujutsu Kaisen: Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori

Kill The Hero: Lee Jin-Ah

Love and Deepspace: Caleb

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Claude, Julian, Suyou

MONSTER: N/A

Naruto Shippuden: Deidara, Haku, Hashirama Senju, Hidan, Kabuto Yakushi, Minato Namikaze, Shisui Uchiha

One Punch Man: Sneck, Stinger, Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: Fang Zheng

TOUCHSTARVED: N/A

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Storyshift Chara, Undertale Frisk, Undertale Sans

Wuthering Waves: Aalto, Brant

Your Throne: N/A

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[bunnis-monsters]

what about a vampire boyfriend with a human female on her period? He basically gets a feast that doesn’t hurt her!

Okay, pairing this with a squeamish vampire bf tho.

Your lover is a vampire, but he couldn’t even begin to imagine a world where he could hurt you in order to feed.

It pains him to see you bump your knee on something or whimper over a sore spot, you think he’d be able to sink his fangs into your neck?

No way!

But he’s starving. Animal blood only goes so far in satiating his hunger.

Usually you try your best to avoid him when you’re menstruating. After all, you know he’s squeamish and his sense of smell rivals even the best hounds.

But you’re wrong. He’s squeamish, but not with blood. He gets icked out seeing you in pain and with the thought of TAKING blood from you. His fangs being in your skin, feeling your pulse thumb against his teeth as he draws out your life essence…

Your blood isn’t the problem… hurting you is.

So when he shows up in the middle of the night, a bit pouty over you ignoring him all week, he nearly doubles over in hunger pains when he smells your blood.

And so much of it.

At first he’s terrified that you’ve been hurt. He rushes into your bedroom… only to find you fast asleep with a heating pad pressed against your lower belly.

The scent is so strong, he can tell it’s fresh and warm blood. He pulls back the blanket, sniffing your body until he finds where you’re bleeding from.

He pulls back your shorts and sees your clothed cunt, a small wet patch of blood seeping through your panties. You fell asleep before you could even put a pad on…

Your vampire lovers swallows, his throat dry and eyes wide. He licks his lips, leaning into to give your pussy a long sniff.

It’s enticing, and gods hes starving.

You wake up to him eating you out, a coil forking in your belly as you’re on the brink of another orgasm. His chin is dripping from your blood, his eyes glazed over as he feeds.

Maybe you should tell him the next time your cycle comes around.

———————

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[wroetolando]

𝙿𝚒𝚝 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚕 | 𝙻𝙽𝟺

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: lando norris x fem!reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the one where lando proposes to his partner after securing a podium finish at Monaco, turning race day chaos into a perfect, unforgettable moment

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: oscar winning tears - raye

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The air was fresh at dawn when the sun broke over Monaco, bathing the harbor in a golden glow lined with luxury yachts. In the midst of the frantic atmosphere of race day that filled the air, there was tranquility in your hotel room. The balcony door was wide open, where a light breeze made the curtains dance in the air with the surf miles away mixed with that of the lone engine being revved up somewhere down in the paddock below.

Lando lay in bed, nose-first into his belly, face buried half into the pillow. His curls were a jumbled mess, flattened against the side of his head, and the sheet was pulled down across his back, showing the muscles beneath. He slept that way, peacefully, so unlike high-strung, always-moving Lando that the world had learned to expect.

You rolled over onto your back to turn and look at him, supporting yourself on an elbow. "You wake up, race boy."

A moan came from the pillow. "Five more minutes," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep.

You smiled, reaching out to push his curls back from his forehead. "Your pre-race warm-up is très professional, I see.".

"Mm," he growled, not stirring still. And then, just when you were about to push him again, his arm came out, drawing you into his chest and around your waist. His body was warm, the sort of warmth that prevented you from uncurling yourself around him.

"Part of my ritual," he whispered, opening his eyes slightly at last. "Hanging on to my good luck charm before I go out there and risk my life for the sake of entertainment."

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide a smile. "So melodramatic."

He smiled but didn't complain, instead leaving a sleepy kiss on your shoulder. His arms around you eased for an instant before he groaned. "I don't wanna get up yet."

You wanted to be able to leave him so, too—coiled in the moment, in the heat of each other, away from cameras, excitement, tension for what was to come. But you knew he'd be in the middle of the paddock soon enough, with engineers, with strategists, with cameras, preparing to pilot one of the year's most important races.

"Come on, Monaco doesn't wait for anyone," you panted, fingers tracing idle patterns along his naked back. "Not even Lando Norris."

He cursed again but finally released you, rolling onto his back with a sigh. "Fine, but because you asked so nicely."

You sat up and stretched, both of us laughing. The sunlight pouring through the window lightened everything into warm, golden light, so the morning was itself soft and easy even in the underlying beat of race day.

Lando sat up, too, wincing back from his fingers as he rubbed at his eyes before turning to glance over at you and smile a small smile. "You coming on the grid with me today, yeah?"

"Yeah," you told him, as if it was ridiculous to even consider being anywhere else.

He grinned smugly and leaned in to plant a quick, careless kiss on your lips before pulling himself out of the bed at last.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

By the time you arrived at the paddock, though, everything was changed. Morning's easy-going sociality was over, handed over to race-day high-pace, high-releasing activity. The McLaren pit was alive—engineers running last checks, mechanics working their car double-check one more time, journalists interview prepping.

Lando squeezed your hand lightly and then let go, already race-mind by then.

As he melted out of the garage for his debrief, you waited with his performance coach, Jon, who grinned knowingly at you. "He's a little more tense than usual today."

You raised an eyebrow. "Actually? He didn't seem all that anxious before."

Jon grinned, crossing his arms. "That's because you calm him down. But I'm telling you, something's different. He was fidgety all morning."

You furrowed your brow a little, glancing over toward the garage where Lando was grim-talking with his engineers. Race nerves were inevitable, and particularly for Monaco. The track along the road was merciless with extremely tight corners and little tolerance for mistakes. In spite of this, Jon's words seemed to echo in your head.

Why was Lando getting so worked up?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Anticipation mounted while the cars queued on the grid. You were positioned just behind the barriers, your McLaren team scarf draped about your neck, amidst the chaos of a race day. Lando's car was in line, and while he settled in, he looked back over his shoulder a bit in an effort to catch a glimpse of you amidst the crowd. You could sense the power of his glance even behind the reflective visor.

You gave him a swift thumbs-up, mouthing, "You got this."

A fraction of a second later, his engineer was chatting to him on the radio, reminding him of the race.

And then, lights on.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Lights out.

The following hour and a half was absolute pandemonium. Monaco was famous for drama, and this race did not disappoint. A red flag in the early stages. A fight for position that had your heart in your throat. A heart-stopping pit stop that could have cost him everything.

And yet, through it all, Lando maintained P3.

When he crossed the line in podium position, the McLaren garage spontaneously erupted into a victory cheer. There was joy and relief that welled up over you as you joined in the yell with the team, your chest still thumping with the intensity of it.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

You were already parc fermé waiting when Lando emerged from his car, still glowing with the adrenaline. The moment the helmet came off his head, he looked for you. Cameras trained on him, but he didn't care—he charged through the crowd barrier and headed straight for you.

You didn't even have time to react before he was wrapping you in a bear hug, lifting you off the ground in a crushing embrace. "Holy shit," he breathed, burying his face on your neck. "That was crazy."

"You did it," you giggled, holding just as tight. "P3 in Monaco!"

He was holding close enough to gaze into your eyes, his own shining. "I couldn't have done it without you."

He'd reached inside his glove even before you'd said a word to him.

Your heart was pounding.

Before all the cameras, the McLaren crew, the crowd, and the entire vast world to see, Lando Norris slowly fell onto one knee.

The bystanders gasped. You gulped hard, your hands clapped to your mouth.

"Lando—"

"I was going to do it no matter," he said to you, his tone more even than you'd expected. "Win, lose, DNF—it didn't matter. I just didn't feel like waiting anymore."

He popped the lid off of the tiny little black box, and within its depths glowed a ring of glittering gems. It basked in the sun as accurately as did the sea beyond you.

Your fingers trembled.

"You've been with me through all of this," he continued. "Every race, every disappointment, every stupid Twitch stream. You light up my world just being present. And I don't want to spend one day ever again with the knowledge that you won't always be there for me."

Your eyes full of tears, you looked at him, and you waited for him to continue.

"So," he exclaimed, a little breathlessly. "Will you marry me?"

The world was cacophonous, but in that moment, there were only the two of you.

You did not blink.

"Yes!" you roared, your head moving furiously.

The instant you spoke the word, Lando sprang to his feet, slipping the ring onto your finger before drawing you into a bruising, breath-stealing kiss.

The cameras clicked. The crew applauded. The champagne spattered.

And in the midst of it all, Lando embraced you, his lips smiling against yours.

"Best podium ever," he breathed.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

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[alexturnersgooch]

BITCH I SAID YOU BAD

C.S.

when they lowk don’t like you…or do they..?

warnings: SMUT, piv, riding, sitting on his face, switch!chris x switch!reader, missionary, use of y/n, he calls you ‘ma’, enemies to lovers if you squint, confession I think that’s all enjoy!! 💋💋

you and nick were best friends. you and matt got along but you kinda ignored chris. you weren’t mean to him or anything just very nonchalant and dry towards him.

but chris…he was obsessed with you. constantly stalking your socials and staring at you.

nick and matt had gone to run some errands leaving you and chris alone.

“Yo y/n i’m getting food y’want anything?”

“mm sure.”

“what d’ya want?”

“I don’t really care get whatever”

the fact you didn’t even look up from your phone during the entire interaction should hurt chris’s ego, but it mostly just made him want you more.

“ok”

when the food arrived chris called you down. you were wearing pj shorts and..a fresh love hoodie

“woah fresh love. I like it”

you look down at your hoodie pretending not to realize you had picked that to wear.

“oh...yeah it is”

chris’s eyes trail down to your exposed thigh and how the pjs shorts were riding up. his blood rushed down as he exhaled deeply.

you noticed this because well…you were just as bad as him. you always looked when he wasn’t and you felt his stares.

“chris?”

“yeah?”

“my eyes are up here starebear.”

“what?- oh. sorry” his face flushes and he looks anywhere but your eyes.

you smirk and walk towards him.

“see something you like?”

“well- I-“

you push him back onto the couch. seeing as nick and matt weren’t home you decided to let chris know how you feel.

“I feel you looking chris. constantly.”

“m’sorry I-“

you place your finger on his lips and you climb onto his lap straddling him

“no need to explain chris…I understand”

you cup his flushed cheeks

“can I kiss you?”

“yes!- I meant yeah please”

you chuckle then slowly lean forward pressing your lips together.

your lips are moving at a steady pace as you swipe your tongue on his bottom lip. as soon as he opens his mouth you slide your tongue in hungrily moving it against his.

you grind your hips down onto his causing his to let out a moan into your lips.

“c’mon let’s go to your room”

“ok” he says breathlessly and flushed beyond belief.

he follows you to his room in a daze. when you lay him down and get on top of you his eyes couldn’t be peeled away from you.

“you look so pretty” he says before he can stop himself

now it was your turn to blush

“yeah? y’think I’m pretty? I think you’re pretty baby.”

“what d’ya want me to do chris? I’m all yours ‘kay?”

he nods. “wan’ you to..sit on my face”

“oh yeah? want me to ride that pretty face?

he nods eagerly

you begin removing your clothes. you start with your hoodie leaving you in a white tank top and pjs short. your hardened nipples we’re poking through the shirt. you removed your shorts and shirt leaving you in only your underwear.

“so pretty ma”

you let him take off your underwear and then you straddle his face. he was now staring eagerly at your dripping cunt.

“plea-“

you slam your pussy down on his face causing a loud moan from him. the vibrations send a shiver down your spine.

you gently begin rocking your hips back and forth against his face. he sucks on your clit and you moan loudly.

“chris!- fuck!”

he moans again sending you further toward the edge.

“so close chris fuck”

“m’gonna-“

your cum spilled onto his tongue and his face. and he moaned. you slowly remove your cunt from his face

“fuck you’re good at that.”

your attention moves to his body.

“too much clothes. take em off for me?”

chris begin to undress. he takes off everything until your staring at his aggravated tip that’s leaking precum.

“ride me ma. please”

you don’t answer you just grab a condom from his bedside drawer (you found them once when you were snooping) open it and roll it down his dick. he moans.

you straddle him and sink down on his dick. you both eat out loud moans.

you start bouncing fast up and down chasing your climax.

after a while you get tired. “ch-chris”

“need help ma?” he says as he pounds into from below.

suddenly he pulls out and slams you on your back. “fuckkkkk ma” he says as he starts pounding into you. “chris! ohhh”

“yeah? am I makin’ ya feel good? this is what you needed huh? needed me to finish you off.”

“fuck! m’gonna cum”

“yeah? come all over my cock yeah?”

you scream his name as he somehow speeds up pushing you over the edge.

“fuck fuck fuck..” chris moans as he finishes in the condom and collapses on top of you

after a while he takes of the condom and goes to the bathroom to clean himself up. you comes back with a warm wet towel and cleans you.

you jerk a bit due to still being sensitive and he chuckles.

he lays next to you pulling you into his arms

“chris?”

“yeah?”

“I really do like you a lot.”

“me too y/n”

not proofread.

a/n: first chris fic! I’m ok with it I’ll try and post more!

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taglist: @cayleeuhithinknott @mattsfavseason

all credits to @bernardsbendystraws for my dividers! ily bb

[rafeacs]

Best Friend Rafe x Reader Boat Day

Warnings: None (yet), fluff, soft rafe, yearning

“AH! What are you doing here?!” You screamed in utter fright as you stepped into your room, only to see Rafe lying on your bed. You were fresh from the shower and not at all expecting a presence to be waiting for you. 

“You haven’t seen me in a week, and that’s how you greet me?” Rafe questioned as he sat up, resisting a smirk to rise on his lips as you were only covered by a skimpy white towel. You roll your eyes and sigh, a smile coming to your lips, moving to your vanity to do your after-shower rituals, not at all conscious of your lack of clothing because you and your best friend Rafe were used to such scenes. 

“Seriously, what are you doing here?” You questioned, eyes locking with ocean one through the mirror where Rafe studied you as you lathered your face with differing products. “I haven’t seen you in a week. What? You didn’t miss me at all?” He raised his brow, and you laughed at the pretend hurt on his face. “How were the Bahamas?” You asked and stood, disregarding his question, and instead went to your closet to find something to wear. “Fine. It’d be better if you came,” He shrugged and peaked as you tried to decide what to wear. Catching the way you bent down to wear your underwear and shorts, your body still covered by a towel. Any sense of boundaries in your friendship seemed to disappear after years of knowing one another. Rafe smirked as you stepped out of your closet wearing one of his shirts that you stole from him. 

You sat next to him in bed, “It was a family vacation; I didn’t want to impose.” You shrugged. “So what’d you do while I was away? Sniff my shirts because you just miss me that much?” You scoffed a laugh and rolled your eyes at the smirk on his lips. “Sure, yeah, I just stared into your picture, counting down the days until you came back.” You went along with his bit. Rafe bit his lip and hoped you were telling the truth, but alas, he could only dream. 

“No, I uh— I mostly just stayed home, baked a bit. And played tennis; there’s a new instructor at the club; he’s cute— really great at tennis, too.” Rafe was quick to grow tense at your words, jealousy quickly spiking in him. “But he’s gay, so…” You added, and that eased the green-eyed monster in him. “Hm, what you wanna do today?” Rafe asked, wanting to change the subject. 

“Mm… I dunno, I kinda want to go to the beach.” You say, and Rafe nodded, “Then let’s go,” he quickly said. “But I also kinda just wanna hang out here,” You said, indecisive. “Then let’s hang out here,” Rafe responded, willing to do anything just as long you were in his company. You sighed and pursed your lips. “I don’t know, you pick!” You exclaimed, Rafe amused by your inability to make even the most measliest of decisions. 

“Wanna go on the boat? We could sail around, get some food, and catch the sunset,” He proposed and smiled as you eagerly nodded. Going to your closet to change your attire once more, Rafe shuffled in your room to get one of your bags and pack some things he knew you would need. “What book do you want?” He asked as he placed some towels in your bag, already anticipating you’d want to bring a book for the day, as you always did. “The one by my nightstand!” You yelled from the closet, trying to decide what color bathing suit to wear. Rafe took the book into his hand and smiled as he saw that you used a photo booth picture of the two of you as your bookmark.

Rafe squired you around town, getting the necessary things for your day in the boat—a lunch from your favorite restaurant and a pint of your favorite ice cream. When you arrived at the marina, Rafe could practically feel your excitement. He was quick to disembark his truck and open the door for you, swinging your bag on his shoulder as he escorted you to his family’s boat. As the sun rose higher and higher and the view of the island drew further, you and Rafe decided to have your lunch, but before the two of you could eat, you stepped and appeared with a giant thing of sunscreen in your hands. 

“I wanna eat,” Rafe grumbled as you sat next to him, placing sunscreen on his face. Your soft hands sent chills down his spine no matter how blaring the island sun was. He kept on complaining, saying he didn’t need sunscreen, but it did nothing to hinder you from traveling your hands along his chest and back as you applied for protection from the sun. “Men don’t need sunscreen,” Rafe grumbled as he watched you apply more of the lotion on his forearms. “You say that, but even men are not immune to melanoma,” You chirped, “Okay, all done!” You said you applied sunscreen to yourself as well; Rafe was waiting for you to finish before he started to eat. 

“Can you get my back?” You innocently asked, handing Rafe the tube. Rafe swallowed as you turned your back to him. Trying not to succumb to his urges because it would surely be obvious from the swimming trunks he wore. Rafe messaged the sunscreen on your back and marveled at how soft your skin was, resisting his urges to ‘accidentally’ pull the string of your bikini top and let his fingers trail further your frame. “Al— All done,” Rafe struggled to say after a moment, taking his time to spread the lotion all over your back, savoring each moment you let him touch your skin. 

You nodded and settled to his side as they both started to have lunch, but first, you took out a baby wipe and cleaned your hands. Rafe smiled fondly as you held his hands to clean them. He just loved how you fussed over him, how you were the only one who genuinely cared about his well-being. 

The afternoon was spent with you and Rafe lounging on the deck of the boat. Rafe pointed your view to the setting sun, and your back was settled against his chest as you read him your book. Rafe had no idea about the words you uttered. All he focused upon was the feel of your frame flushed against his, your voice that soothed his mind, and the fantasy that perhaps one day, you two could be more than just mere best friends. 

[undiagnosedcruelty]

Dreams of You

Pairing: dom!Felix x afab!reader

Genre: fluff?? + Smut MDNI

Summary: A quiet night of gaming between best friends takes a heated turn when Felix overhears your mumbling his name in your sleep.

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Content Warning: sexual content, smut, oral ( f receiving) , mutual pining, bestfriends to lovers, sleep talking

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: this was a request that I got and wrote it half asleep a few days ago, it has been sitting in my drafts since.

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EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS PURELY FICTION──NOTHING IS DIRECTLY RELATED TO ANY REAL LIFE EVENTS.

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The warm glow of  LED lights flickered dimly around Felix’s room, casting a soft golden hue over the familiar space. Posters of his favorite games lined the walls, shelves stacked neatly with figurines, and an open bag of chips sat forgotten beside his monitor. The hum of his console filled the quiet, accompanied only by the rhythmic clicking of his controller.

You were curled up on his bed, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, your body nestled into the thick blankets. The scent of his detergent—vanilla and fresh cotton—clung to the fabric, mixing with the faint aroma of the hot cocoa you had both been drinking earlier.

This was routine for you and Felix—late-night gaming, snacks, and laughter until exhaustion pulled you under. You had been best friends since childhood, practically inseparable, and yet, recently, something felt… different.

The way his fingers would linger a little longer when he passed you a controller, how his gaze softened whenever he looked at you, or the way his voice dropped an octave when he murmured your name.

Felix was clueless about your feelings, or so you thought. What you didn’t realize was that he had spent countless nights like this, sneaking glances at you between games, swallowing down the urge to reach out and take what he had been craving for so long.

He had memorized the way you curled up in his bed like you belonged there. The way his hoodie looked on you, how the sleeves covered your hands, how the hem rode up just enough to tease his imagination.

Tonight was no different.

Or at least, it wasn’t—until you started talking in your sleep.

Felix had been mid-match, fingers moving instinctively over the controls, deep in concentration. The tension of the boss fight had him on edge, jaw set, every nerve focused. And then—

"Felix…"

His fingers stilled. His breath caught.

He turned, gaze snapping to you, heart hammering against his ribs.

You shifted slightly, still lost in sleep, lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you mumbled again.

"Mm… so pretty… wanna kiss you…"

Felix felt heat pool low in his stomach, spreading through his veins like wildfire.

Did he hear that right? His grip on the controller tightened, muscles tensing. But then—

"Wish you’d just… touch me already…"

Felix inhaled sharply, the room suddenly feeling too small, too warm. His sweet, innocent best friend—murmuring those words, about him?

The controller slipped from his hands, landing with a soft thud against the desk. The game was forgotten, his entire world narrowing down to you—your body curled in his bed, his hoodie swallowing you up, your lips parted just so.

A slow, dangerous smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. So, you did want him.

Leaning in, he hovered just above you, his breath ghosting over your skin. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. You looked so peaceful, so utterly his, even if you didn’t know it yet.

"Angel," he murmured, voice deep, laced with something darker, something possessive.You didn’t stir.

Felix exhaled, restraint hanging by a thread. He could wake you, pretend he never heard anything… or he could give you exactly what you wanted. And fuck, he wanted you too badly to stop now.

His lips barely grazed the shell of your ear as he whispered, voice like silk wrapping around you. "Is that what you dream about, hmm?" His tone was teasing, seductive. "Me touching you?"

A small whimper escaped your lips, and Felix’s restraint snapped.His fingers ghosted down your arm, deliberate, slow—testing, taunting. "You have no idea what you just started, angel."

His lips brushed over your jaw, featherlight at first, savoring the way your skin reacted to his touch. Then, finally—

A kiss. Soft, fleeting. Barely there. But it was enough. Because the moment his lips met your skin, your eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep.

"Lix…?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, confusion laced in its drowsy undertone.

His face hovered inches from yours, eyes dark and unreadable, burning with something you had never seen before. The warmth in his gaze was still there, but beneath it simmered something else—something electric, consuming.

"You talk in your sleep, angel," he murmured, thumb brushing against your cheek, voice dripping with amusement. "You said something interesting just now."

Your stomach dropped. Oh God.

Felix chuckled at your expression, the sound deep, sending a shiver down your spine. "Y’know, if you wanted me to touch you," he leaned in, lips barely ghosting over yours, teasing, tempting, "all you had to do was ask."

Your breath hitched. And then, Felix kissed you.

This time, it wasn’t soft. It was raw, desperate—weeks, months, years of suppressed longing crashing down all at once. His hands found your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp. He swallowed the sound eagerly, tongue sliding against yours as he deepened the kiss, leaving no room for hesitation.

"Felix—"

"Shh, angel." His grip tightened, pulling you against him as if he could mold you into him completely. His voice was husky, thick with need. "Let me make your dreams come true, yeah?"

And who were you to deny your pretty best friend?

Felix’s lips moved against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger—one that sent warmth pooling deep in your belly. His hands, firm but gentle, gripped your waist, keeping you flush against him as he deepened the kiss. The room was still wrapped in the golden glow of fairy lights, the quiet hum of his console a distant sound beneath the soft sighs escaping your lips.

You could barely think, barely breathe with how he was kissing you—like he had been waiting forever, like he needed this as much as you did.

His tongue flicked teasingly against yours before he pulled away slightly, his breath warm against your lips. "You’re so cute when you’re flustered," Felix murmured, chuckling as he pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Did you mean it?"

Your heart pounded. "Mean what?"

His fingers traced slow, lazy circles along your thigh. "What you said in your sleep," he mused, tilting his head. "That you wanted me to touch you."

You swallowed hard. How the hell were you supposed to answer that when he was looking at you like that—his dark lashes fluttering, his plush lips slightly swollen from kissing you?

Felix smirked, sensing your hesitation. "It’s okay, angel," he whispered, fingers skimming under the hem of his hoodie that you were wearing. "I already know the answer."

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin beneath your ear. "You want me," he murmured, voice low and teasing. "And if I’m being honest, I want you too. So, so badly."

Your breath hitched as his hands traveled higher, palms warm against your skin. His hoodie, which had once felt cozy and oversized, suddenly felt too much—like a barrier between you and his touch.

"Lix…" you whispered, hands fisting his shirt.

"Hm?" He hummed, placing a soft kiss on your jaw, his fingers slipping under the hoodie, tracing featherlight touches up your bare waist.

"I want you," you finally admitted, cheeks burning.

Felix groaned softly, pressing his forehead against yours. "Say it again," he murmured, his grip on your waist tightening.

"I want you," you repeated, voice barely above a whisper.

"That’s my girl," he murmured before tilting your chin up and kissing you deeply. His hands pushed the hoodie up, his fingertips grazing over your bare skin, making you shiver. He pulled back just enough to tug it over your head, tossing it aside. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, lips parting slightly.

Felix’s kisses slowed, filled with something deeper than just hunger. His hands roamed your back, fingertips tracing lazy patterns against your skin as if memorizing every inch of you. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, comforting and electrifying all at once.

"You feel so perfect," he murmured, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, breath mingling. "Like you were made just for me."

Your heart swelled at the tenderness in his voice. You reached up, cupping his face, thumbs brushing over his sharp cheekbones. "I was always yours, Lix."

And in that instant, he melted. He kissed you again, but this time, it was sweet—unhurried, lingering. His hands caressed your sides, squeezing gently before he pulled you into his lap, arms wrapping securely around you.

He nuzzled into your neck, placing soft kisses along your pulse, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then let me show you just how much that means to me, angel."

And as he held you close, hands warm and loving, Felix made good on his promise, worshiping you with every kiss, every touch.

"God, you’re beautiful," he whispered, his fingers tracing along your spine before pressing you against him. The warmth of his body, the way his hands molded against your curves—it sent a shiver down your spine.

You whimpered as he trailed kisses down your neck, his lips soft but needy, each press of his mouth igniting something deeper within you.

"Tell me if it’s too much, okay?" he murmured, his voice laced with tenderness as he cupped your cheek.

You nodded, heart swelling at how gentle he was despite the hunger in his gaze. "I trust you."

Felix’s pupils dilated at your words. "Good girl," he whispered before laying you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours.

You could barely think, barely breathe with how he was kissing you—like he had been waiting forever, like he needed this as much as you did.

Felix pulled away just enough to brush his lips against your jaw, his voice laced with warmth and teasing. "I’m gonna take my time with you, angel," he whispered, his hands trailing lower, gripping your thighs. "Make sure you never have to dream about this again."

The air between you was charged, electric, yet the way he touched you was so soft, so loving—like he wanted to worship every inch of you.

And that’s exactly what he did.

Felix’s hands traced slow, deliberate patterns over your bare skin, his fingertips featherlight as they explored every inch of you.

 His touch sent shivers dancing down your spine, setting your nerve endings ablaze with anticipation. His gaze, dark yet filled with adoration, raked over your form as if committing every detail to memory.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, his voice husky with restrained desire. His lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses down to your collarbone, taking his time savoring the taste of you. Each kiss was slow, filled with tender, like he wanted to worship you with every touch.

Your breath hitched when he slid his hands up your sides, fingers grazing your ribcage before slipping under your back to unclasp your bra. He pulled back slightly, watching you through half-lidded eyes as he peeled the fabric away, baring you to him completely.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he took you in, his fingers tracing the curves of your body with awe. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple in a slow, teasing motion. The sensation sent a wave of pleasure straight to your core, and you gasped softly, arching into his touch.

Felix’s lips found yours again, this time with more urgency, more need. His kisses were deep and intoxicating, his tongue teasing yours as he pressed his body flush against you. The warmth of his skin against yours sent a delicious heat pooling between your thighs, and you couldn’t stop the soft moan that slipped from your lips.

He swallowed the sound eagerly, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as his hands traveled lower, fingers skimming the waistband of your shorts. “May I?” he asked, voice thick with desire, yet still laced with that ever-present tenderness.

You nodded breathlessly, but he tsked softly, smirking against your lips. “Words, angel.”

“Yes, Lix,” you murmured, your voice trembling with need. “Please.”

A satisfied hum vibrated against your lips as he slid your shorts and panties down, leaving you bare beneath him. His gaze darkened as he pulled back to admire you, his fingertips tracing the insides of your thighs, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body.

“So soft,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hipbone before settling between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs gently, spreading them apart as he looked up at you, his eyes smoldering with something deeper than just lust.

The first brush of his lips against your core was featherlight, almost teasing, but the sensation made you gasp, your fingers threading into his soft hair. Felix chuckled against your skin, his warm breath sending tingles up your spine. “Patience, angel. Let me take my time with you.”

And he did.

His tongue flicked against your clit in slow, deliberate strokes, his hands holding your hips firmly in place as he devoured you. Each movement was precise, calculated to pull the sweetest sounds from your lips. He alternated between soft, teasing licks and deep, languid strokes that had you writhing beneath him, completely at his mercy.

The pleasure built steadily, heat coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Felix could feel it, could hear it in the breathy moans spilling from your lips, and he groaned against you, the vibrations sending a jolt of ecstasy through your body.

“Lix—” You whimpered, your thighs trembling around his head.

He hummed in response, his tongue working you over with practiced ease, never once breaking his slow, sensual pace. His fingers joined in, slipping inside you with a careful, deliberate push, stretching you open as his tongue continued its assault on your clit. Your back arched, pleasure surging through you like wildfire.

“Let go for me, angel,” he murmured against your skin, his voice sinfully smooth. “I want to feel you come apart.”

The combination of his fingers curling inside you and the expert flick of his tongue sent you over the edge. A cry of his name tore from your lips as your orgasm crashed over you, your body trembling beneath him. Felix groaned, lapping up every drop of your release, prolonging your pleasure until you were gasping for breath.

He pulled back slowly, licking his lips as he crawled back up your body, capturing your lips in a deep, languid kiss. “You taste like heaven,” he whispered against your lips, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You were still catching your breath when you felt him pressing against your entrance, his cock hard and heavy confined inside his sweats, teasing your soaked folds. Felix groaned softly, resting his forehead against yours as he rolled his hips, coating himself in your arousal.

“You sure, baby?” he murmured, searching your eyes for any hesitation.

You cupped his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “I want this, Felix. I want you.”

A low growl escaped him as he kissed you deeply, his body trembling with restraint as he gave in, freeing his cock out—it’s beautifully swollen tip already leaking with precum before he pushed inside you, inch by inch.

 The stretch was delicious, toeing the line between pleasure and pain, but the way Felix held you—his hands cradling your face, his lips pressing soothing kisses against your temple—made you feel nothing but safe and cherished.

“You’re so tight, angel,” he groaned, his voice a deep rasp as he bottomed out inside you. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust, his forehead pressed against yours as he peppered your face with kisses. “Feel so good around me.”

You moaned softly, wrapping your legs around his waist, urging him to move. “Please, Lix… I need you.”

That was all he needed.

Felix pulled back slowly before thrusting in again, setting a steady, sensual rhythm that had you both gasping. His movements were deliberate, each roll of his hips deep and unhurried, savoring the way your bodies fit together perfectly.

His hands roamed your body, tracing every curve, every dip, as if trying to memorize the way you felt beneath him. “You’re mine,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Made for me.”

You nodded, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, your fingers clawing at his back as pleasure coiled tightly in your belly once more. “Yours, Felix,” you breathed. “Always.”

Felix groaned, his pace faltering slightly at your words. He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he quickened his pace, chasing both your releases. His hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that sent you hurtling toward the edge.

“Come for me, angel,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “Wanna feel you.”

His words sent you spiraling, pleasure crashing over you in waves as you clenched around him, your orgasm ripping through you with an intensity that left you breathless.

Felix followed moments later, his hips stuttering before pulling out—giving himself a few strokes before spilling onto your drenched cunt with a deep, guttural moan, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he rode out his high.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room being your ragged breaths and the distant hum of his console. Felix lifted his head, brushing his lips over yours in a soft, tender kiss.

“You okay, angel?” he murmured, his voice laced with concern.

You smiled, threading your fingers through his hair. “Never better.”

Felix chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before wrapping you in his arms, holding you close. “Good,” he whispered, nuzzling into your neck. “Because I’m never letting you go now that you’re mine.”