#oliver just sleeps in his boxer

[callmesel]

Percy, Penny and Oliver

[toxicanonymity]

road house - scream au

2k, neighbor!elwood dalton x f!reader. I8+ cumfest, piv, mild somno, ref to dubcon.

Could refer to a random ghostface or Rat in a cage.

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After you let ghostface put his dick in you, he wanted more. You found yourself thinking about it too, but you were scared of him. He had killed one of your friends, and what you did with him was a mistake. You wanted him to leave you alone.

You had a close call one night at your apartment when you saw his cloaked form rush by your window. Seconds later, there was a knock at your door that made your heart jump.  But when you looked through your peephole, it was your neighbor, Dalton, a retired MMA fighter. Massive, sculpted, veiny arms sticking out of a sleeveless hoodie. There was no one you'd rather see. Not just because you had a little crush on him, but because he could keep you safe better than anyone.

He asked to borrow some olive oil and offered to make you dinner in return. You accepted. You wanted to tell Dalton that ghostface was after you, but you were afraid you'd sound crazy. You didn't want to scare him away. To feel safer, you could always stay at your mom and stepdad's house, but how long was this going to last? You barely slept for several nights. 

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One night, you did it--You went over to Dalton's unit and told him you were afraid. He let you in. He asked what was wrong, but didn't force you to explain. When it got late, he asked if you would be okay on your own, and you said no. He let you sleep in his bed, and he took the sofa. You slept in a t-shirt and underwear.

In the middle of the night, you startled awake with a nightmare. You must have been loud, because Dalton didn’t have good hearing, but he still came rushing into the bedroom. “You’re okay,” he repeated. “Hey, you’re good. I’m here.” As you came back to your senses, you took in the view of his strong, handsome, shirtless silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed in only his skivvies.  

You asked him to get in bed with you until you fell back asleep, and he agreed. You wished he'd stay with you all night. He fell asleep with his hands behind his head. You wanted him to hold you. You made the move to cuddle up to him with your head in the crook of his arm and a hand on his shredded chest. In his sleep, he reflexively put his arm around you. As you woke up, your knee bent, with a mind of its own, looking to rest your thigh across his body. When you brushed a hard shape in his boxer briefs, you fully woke up. Your heart raced.

He didn't seem to wake up, so you dared to rest your leg against it, and his balls. “Mm,” a soft grunt in his sleep and a twitch of his cock was his only response. You lay there getting wet, then he slurred “world champion.” 

A while later, just as you were almost back to sleep, his free hand came to your knee. He pulled your leg tighter against his hard-on and let out a barely audible moan that made you throb. His large hand slid a few inches and grabbed the side of your thigh. His hips rocked slowly, lazily rubbing his stiff length against you. It made your nipples harden. You wanted to pull down his underwear and feel the smooth skin of his cock gliding over his thick, hard shaft as he rutted against your thigh. You wanted him to wake up and punish you for making him so horny, then be affectionate after releasing it all over you. Or all in you. He moaned a little louder and your breath hitched.

You lifted your head to get a look at his face: Lips parted, brow furrowed. He moved your leg and slowly humped it, his cock feeling bigger and stiffer every time it pressed into your flesh. You twitched between the legs and felt you might come. You couldn't help but lightly grind against his hip. This continued, his moans becoming regular.

You got closer and closer and tried not to hold your breath, fuck. Then, you reached your peak, clit pulsing against his hip. You kept quiet and remained as still as you could, but your body still jerked as you clenched around nothing. Your leg clamped down on him, and he moaned, then his cock pulsed in his boxer briefs, right against your inner thigh. Your heart fluttered and you let out a soft moan as he came in his underwear, warmth spreading, dick twitching against you, making a mess of himself after low key jacking off with your leg in his sleep. It dawned on you that you’d likely soaked through your panties and onto his boxers briefs, with your legs spread like this.

His grip loosened on your thigh, his breathing changed. His heart beat faster under your cheek. You panicked and pretended to be asleep with his thick cock softening under you. It was too late to take your leg away. 

He groaned quietly, then gently lifted your leg to take it off his body. You pretended to half-wake up, and he muttered, “sorry.” It was somewhere between bemused and embarrassed, but he was calm, as always. 

“What,” you whispered. 

“Wet dream,” he stated plainly and quietly. Your face got hot. Your head was still on his chest near the armpit. He asked, “You didn’t . . . . “do anything?” 

“Did you dream I did?” you asked. 

“Uh–I shouldn’t've asked” 

“Sorry if I put my leg on you, I normally sleep with a body pillow.” 

He adjusted himself. “Not your fault. . .Hope this doesn’t make things awkward.” 

“It won’t.” 

“Really?” he asked skeptically with a hint of condescension. “How? It’s objectively embarrassing.” Somehow he didn’t sound embarrassed, though.  Something came over you, and you blurted out, “Cause, it’s kinda hot.” Immediate regret. Why did you say that? 

He sucked his chin back to look down at you. You lifted your head off him. He lifted his eyebrows with a smile. “ Nice,” he said in a near-whisper. “Alright, your turn.” 

Your heart skipped a beat and your lips parted as you stared at him blankly. 

“Make me feel better. Tell me something embarrassing.”

Oh. Okay. 

You propped your head up and he was just so hot, a smile crept up your lips as you looked at him.

He turned onto his side to face you. “I’ll wait,” he teased. You let your eyes wander to the vein on his bulging bicep as you tried to think. 

You shook your head. “I can only think of one thing and it’s way worse.” No, don’t tell him that. Are you crazy? 

“Perfect,” he encouraged. 

“Ghostface,” you whispered. “That’s who I’m afraid of.” 

"That makes sense,” he squinted. “Just last week–shit, that was your friend, wasn’t it?” Concern pinched his face. “Thought she looked familiar.” He stroked your arm and looked at you softly.

“That’s not the embarrassing part,” you admitted, unable to stop yourself. You had been dying to tell someone, and something told you he wouldn’t judge you. You couldn’t put your finger on why. 

“Okay,” he nodded slowly, raising his brows in anticipation. “I’m listening.” 

“I can’t,” you shook your head. “Sorry.” 

“What, did you wet your bed?” His face was dismissive, like it would be no big deal. 

You managed a slight chuckle, then swallowed.  He searched your face then settled on your eyes. 

“I had sex with him,” you blurted out. 

Dalton laughed, then it faded as he absorbed your face. Your eyes were watering. “Ghostface?” he asked. 

You nodded. His breathing deepened. He was still calm, but something was simmering under the surface. “He attacked you?” 

“Kind of, I guess. I dunno”  

His nostrils flared and his neck vein bulged. “And forced you.”

“I didn’t say that.” 

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted it.” 

Dalton’s blue eyes widened. He propped himself up on his forearm. and slowly nodded, digesting this information. “When?”

“Like a week ago.” 

“He killed your friend, *then* you let him fuck you?”

“I know,” you whispered and turned your head toward the bed in shame. 

“You sure you wanted it?” 

“Yeah. I was on top.” 

You glanced at him just as his eyebrows shot up.

“I know, it’s so messed up.” 

“He didn’t hurt you at all?”

“He didn’t.” 

“Are you a nympho or something?” he asked, then quickly added, “No judgment.”

“No. . . I dunno.”

After a moment of silence, you looked up at him. He was perfectly still, scanning your face. Then his eyes locked with yours. 

“You must think I’m crazy,” you muttered. You were disappointed in yourself for sharing this, but at the same time, it felt like such a relief to tell someone, anyone. 

“No,” he calmly stated. “It’s . . .kinda hot,” he revealed. “Turned me on.” He brazenly adjusted himself.

“Don’t have to make me feel better.” 

“I’m not. I'm. . . intrigued”  

He got closer, then rested his hand on your side. He ran his hand up and down your side, then pulled your bodies together until they were flush. His boxer briefs were damp against your underwear, and he was hard. He looked at your lips, then his face slowly drifted toward yours, and you closed the gap with a kiss. Your lips sealed together and your tongues found each other.

He grinded against you to the slow, hard rhythm of the kiss, then hiked your leg up over himself and his hand slid down your thigh to your ass. He kissed you needily and moaned into your mouth as his cock swelled even harder against your front. He kneaded your ass, then, from the back, his fingers worked their way to the crotch of your panties. He kept kissing you as he ghosted your folds from behind, through the damp cotton. 

“Mm,” he hummed into your mouth. 

He worked a finger under the fabric and gave a more pronounced, “Mmmm,” when he felt how warm and wet you were.  A thick finger prodded your hole, then slid inside. As the digit pushed in, you twitched around it and his mouth broke away with a moan. His finger slid out, leaving you empty, then he yanked your underwear down and you helped take it off. He took his off as well, in a hurry. He got up on his knees, holding his cock – big, veiny, and webbed with cum. “You’re hot,” he breathed and stroked it once. 

He searched your eyes, then got between your legs and your clit twitched when his tip slid down your folds to notch at your entrance. Without pause, he pushed his wet cock into you, dividing your walls with a moan, making you gasp. He withdrew most of his length, then slammed into you, bottoming out and throbbing with you spread around his manhood. He grunted and breathed heavily as he fucked his cum into you. His beautiful veins bulged–on his arms, his chest. 

He planted his hands on the bed, arms straight, and kept his hips loose–each time he withdrew his length, he let something like gravity push him back in. His movements were so smooth and fluid, but the weight of his cock was unforgiving. His balls slapped against you. He got down on one forearm and groped your breast as he fucked you. He sucked your neck. 

The new angle had him grinding against you, and it didn’t take long until you were choking out his name, “Dal–dalton, fuck,” then coming on his cock, squeezing it, spasming around him, hips lifting into him. He groaned and slowed down but fucked you through it. “Ugh,” he gritted, then you said, “Don’t pull out.” 

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them to ask, “Did he come in you?”

You nodded. He closed his eyes again and groaned on the edge of bliss. He bit his lip, then bottomed out, and his mouth fell open as he erupted in your depths. “F—ohhhhh.”

You closed your eyes and savored the way he pulsed inside you, something you’d imagined many times. He let some of his weight down onto you and stayed inside for a minute, until he slid out and spooned you. 

You couldn’t help but think to yourself–if your situation with ghostface was what made Dalton fuck you, maybe everything happened for a reason. 

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ty for reading this random little treat. i'm not doing any intentional writing right now and i think the break is already helping soothe my brain. but this just kinda . . .slipped out.

[honeybunniesoobin]

a/n: getting to my asks very slowly but getting there! it’s my last semester of college and essays are beating me up. just wanted to come write felix catton smut real quick LOL. literally first time writing smut since my 2013 wattpad days

warnings: smut 18+ mdni! fingering, p in v, creampie

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you and felix never shy away from pda when you’re out.

one of his hands is always on your ass, squeezing it as you walk together. when he kisses you in public, his lips linger on yours. he doesn’t care who watches which means that you don’t either.

the extensive amount of teasing and pda makes things more fun at home.

one day in particular, felix is extra handsy. you two had planned a picnic in the park to get away from saltburn (mainly to not have farleigh, venetia, and oliver all crash your date). after laying in bed long enough to miss breakfast, you both decide that it’ll be time to leave soon.

you get up while felix continues to lay in bed, groaning about wanting to lay with you forever, his voice deep from sleep.

while you’re getting ready, felix watches you from his bed. you glance over at him and smile, slipping on your babydoll dress over your head. you begin applying your makeup, felix’s eyes glued to you.

“see something you like?” you ask him.

“obviously,” he retorts, “maybe i saw more before you put that dress on.”

at this point, he’s gotten out of bed and is towering over you, wearing nothing but his boxers from the previous night. felix rests his hands on your hips, bending you over the counter and pressing his torso against you.

“‘lex quit, we have to go soon,” you scold him even though he can see you blushing in the mirror. again, he groans.

“ugh. why can’t we just stay here?” you turn around to look at him, lipstick in your hand. his arms rest on the counter, trapping you in. “i need you bad, y/n.”

those words are all it took for you to melt like putty for him.

his eyes move down to your lips as he brings his fingers to your chin. you nod, ready for him. he kisses you passionately and suddenly, you’re all his.

felix lifts your body and places you on the bathroom counter. he toys with the bottom of your dress before snaking his fingers up your thigh. his tongue slips into your mouth as he moves your lace panties to the side. “wet already, hm?”

he pulls away long enough to see your doe eyes looking back at him, eager. felix slips two fingers inside of you. he goes slow at first before picking up the speed and adding two more fingers, forcing you to grip onto his arm for support. your soft moans making him go faster, your lips wet from the mixture of your salivas.

you reach the bottom of your dress, slipping it off quickly and allowing it to fall in a pool on the floor, revealing your pink lace set. your hands grab the hem of felix’s boxers, pulling them down to reveal his dick.

felix continues to finger you as you jerk him off, causing him to grunt in pleasure. you can feel yourself close and before you can say anything, you release onto felix’s fingers.

“that’s a good girl,” he says, leading you from the bathroom to his bed. felix lays down on his back, as a signal for you to get on top and you oblige.

you straddle his thighs and like yourself up with him, before sliding on. your wetness makes it easier than normal to take him fully. you bounce on his dick, both of his hands on your hips.

felix loves to watch you take him so well as your tits spill out of your bra. you lay your head on his chest, ass in the air to get him inside you further. he thrusts into you harder, causing your moans to become more high-pitched.

he doesn’t last long after that. he releases his warm cum inside of you. you slide off of him, the cum spilling out of you and onto his thigh. felix grabs the towel on his nightstand, wiping himself off as you lay next to him, knowing you’ll have to wash the sheets later.

“so, picnic?” he asks, huge grin on his face.

“hmmmm, no picnic. i think i’ll stay here.” you smile back at him, exhausted.

he cheers, pulling you in closer to him.

[i-love-ptv]

You can’t remember how many drinks you’ve had tonight. Everything started getting blurry after the third.

You and your boyfriend had been invited to a get-together at the local pub. Whose idea was it? Farleigh’s? No, he had just thrown a party the other day. Maybe it was Oliver’s suggestion. After all, he was eyeing that brunette the other day. Maybe he was looking for a hook-up.

You don’t know how or when you were in his arms and taken back to his dorm; But what you do know is that your feet hurt from your heels, and that your boyfriend’s bed was calling your name.

The thought of wiping the smudged makeup off of your face flew out the window as soon as your warm head hit the pillow.

But don’t worry, because as soon as he steps through the door, Felix is already rushing to find the makeup remover and cotton pads that he had stored away somewhere on his desk.

He flips you over and begins the process of removing your makeup. He can’t help but smile to himself.

He finds this situation so domestic; despite the deep snores escaping your body.

Felix gently changes you out of your outfit; trying his very hardest not to jolt you awake. You had looked so sleepy before the two of you left.

After putting you in one of his shirts, and cooing you back to sleep after you deliriously called out to him once you had woke up, he quickly strips himself down to his boxers and scoots himself under the covers with you.

He holds you close and coddles your head. He giggles softly at the sight of your small puddle of drool dripping down your face and onto your pillow. He presses a feathery-light kiss to your forehead, and grimaces a bit when he feels a light layer of sweat coating you.

But he grins, knowing that no amount of sweat, dirt, or grime could pull him away from his angel; that he swore, was ‘sent down to earth from heaven, just for him.’

Felix thought that this type of love was only something that one would find in the movies, and god is he so glad that he was wrong.

An: Made this blurb in 20 minutes for you lovelies!

Feedback always appreciated. <333

[keraxxx]

Hate or Jealousy? -Part one

Pairing- Oliver Quick x F!Reader

Summary- When your cousin, Felix, invited his friend Oliver over to Saltburn for the summer, you hated him and didn’t know why.. you want to figure out his intentions.

Warnings- Cursing, possible mentions of ed, slightly bitchy reader(js spoiled n rich so), masturbation, possible stalking, not proof read

A/N-Happy new year! I hope everything is going well for you guys. I just watched Saltburn last night and OH MY GOD. I had to pause the movie a few times and think abt what I had just watched. Still an amazing movie of course and ik I had to write something about Oliver. so enjoy!! (inspo is from venetia and oliver's interactions.) word count- 1.4k

comment to be added to tag list. NEXT PART HERE

Requests are open!

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For some reason, you didn't like Oliver. You didn't like the way he looked at you when Felix first invited him, it was as if he was trying to undress you with his eyes.. Did you hate him? Were you jealous of him? Or did you find him slightly attractive? You couldn't make up your mind. It was all over the place, emotions poking and showing on your face as you looked at him almost in a judgmental way. You think it was also the way he acted, all sweet and innocent.. his eyes showed someone different. He's hiding himself. but why?

Everyone is sitting at the table, Felix sat next to you and Oliver is sitting across. Everyone is conversing as normal, but you stay silent, nothing in the conversation is peaking your interest since your aunt, Elspeth, is just gossiping. You pick at your plate with your fork, unable to eat a single thing, your free hand messing with the silky fabric of your red dress. You look across the table and look at Oliver, practically glaring at him without a care. His features weren’t bad if you were being honest with yourself. It’s almost as if he knew you were looking at him because he diverts his attention to you quickly. You look back down at your plate, embarrassed he saw you. You saw him smile before getting back into the conversation with the family again.

After dinner, everyone disperses to their room and you walk back to your room. You sigh as you lay down on your bed, spreading out onto the duvet. You curl your pillow in your arms and rest your chin on it. Sighing, you kick your legs up behind you, swaying slightly as you think to yourself.. you think about Oliver. You couldn’t get him out of your head. Why was he so interesting to you? Something about him made you want to investigate him, figure out his intentions but it’s too early to do that now since he just got here. Time passes and you’re still lying down thinking about the whole situation, unable to sleep. Sighing, you hop off your bed and walk out your room.

You sit on a stone bench near the garden, hugging your cold goosebump filled arms as you look out into the distance. You hear footsteps and turn your head to see Oliver, wrapped up in a blanket you assumed he took off his bed. You raise your eyebrow curiously as you look him up and down. “I thought you were sleepwalking.” He chuckles slightly and looks down at you timidly. “Yeah no.” You force a small smile. “Couldn’t sleep , that’s all.” Oliver unravels himself and puts the blanket over your shoulders. “It’s cold out.” He says in a soft tone, puffing out his chest as he inhales. You scan over his boxer briefs with a hidden smirk, his tone arms and stomach staring back at you. “Are you not cold?”

You snap out of your trance and look up. “I am actually. Thanks.” You laugh dryly as you maintain eye contact. Oliver doesn't break it, he keeps his blue eyes locked on yours with an almost untrue smile. "Are you not cold?" You laugh as you refer to his almost naked body. He shakes his head and laughs embarrassedly. "N-No.. i'm fine." You nod your head and eventually look away.

"I see why Felix likes you." Oliver hums in confusion. "You're different.." You stand up, hugging the blanket around you still. "But.. I see you, Ollie." You whisper as you get closer. "I see you hiding." His lips tug up into a small smirk. "Yeah?"

"Yeah.." You look him up and down one last time before walking off, taking the blanket he gave you. His eyes were burning a hole in the back of your head as he watched you with a smug expression.

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Next morning comes and as usual, the whole family is gathered up again, eating breakfast. Oliver comes and sits in the empty seat next to you. You look down at your thighs and clear your throat before taking a sip of your drink. Oliver conversates with your aunt, attempting to be nice. You look across the table to Felix and hum knowingly. He laughs as he looks at you, shaking his head before going back to eating.

After eating, you, Farleigh, Felix, Venetia, and Oliver hang out near the small lake. You and Farleigh are sitting next to Venetia on the dock, her hair in the water as she lays on her back, Felix and Oliver sitting on some chairs by the side.

"I don't think I like him." You say softly as you look over at him and Felix conversing. "Well he is Felix's toy.." "And we know Felix doesn't like sharing his toys." Venetia says in a teasing yet sarcastic tone. "True.." You hum as you bring your knees to your chest. "You think he'll last long?" You look at them both and they quickly shake their heads no.

"I think Felix is gonna get bored of him soon. He's so clingy.. and he was a nerd no one wanted to sit with at college so." Farleigh shrugs as he tugs at his curls. You stifle a giggle and roll your eyes sarcastically. "Oh stop.. he's such a sweet boy." You say in a softer tone. "Lets not lie now." Venetia scoffs before she laughs. You look over at Oliver again and you can see him eyeing you down.. that same stare that he did when you first met. He's undressing you again. You look away with a small eye roll and continue your conversation with Farleigh and Venetia. "I swear he's hiding something.." You scoff as you look down at your knees. "He's always looking at me as if he's trying to see how much i'm worth.." Venetia lifts her sunglasses up to the top of her head and looks at him. "Maybe he wants to get in your pants." She teases. You and Farleigh laugh and you gently hit her arm.

Its dinner time again and this time you're wearing a long white dress with a fold-over off shoulder look. You're picking at your food, again, still processing Oliver in your head. He needed to get out of your head for god's sake, you didn't like the boy. "So Oliver.." Elspeth starts, "How are you finding it here?" She looks at him with a smile and he smiles back. "Uh- Yeah.. yeah it's nice. I get lost sometimes but I find my way." "Good." She smiles and takes a sip of her red wine. Oliver looks down at his plate with a smile as the small chatter around the table starts up again. He looks up at you and you look back. "Did you ever go to sleep last night?" He asks in a restrained voice, just loud enough for you to hear. You nod slowly. "Mhm.." He smiles at your response. "Good." His words stuck to you, as if he wanted you to say yes.. almost as if you obeyed him in some way. You look down and drag your teeth along your bottom lip, feeling some sort of arousal course through your body, finding its way to your core. You just had to get through dinner.

Dinner is done and thank god it was. You felt as if you were about to burst, it was dreadful. You go to your bathroom, making sure to shut the door, and draw yourself a bath. You run your hand under the water, checking the temperature and immediately hum in satisfaction. You strip yourself of your dress and undergarments, leaving them on the floor by the tub. You sink into the tub, moaning at the nice feeling of warm water against your frigid body. You hum to yourself as you snake you hand under the water and down your stomach, finding your swollen bud. You let out a soft groan as you slowly move your digits against your clit, your hips moving in rhythm. You tilt your head back against the edge of the tub, your mouth left open as you let out inaudible moans. You had yourself yearning for more, the only image in your head is the man you hate, Oliver. You replaced your hand with his, imaging he was with you at the moment rubbing your soaking wet cunt. You whined and moved your fingers faster, your legs lifting up slightly. You bite your lip and cursed to yourself as you felt yourself growing closer to release, your eyes fluttering close. You wanted him so bad but you fucking hated him.

Your whines and whimpers fill the bathroom, probably almost loud enough for the whole manor to hear. You could just imagine him kissing on your neck while he fingers you against the counter of your bathroom, forcing you to look in the mirror while you moan out his name. Your juices dripping down his hand and his groans against your neck vibrating your body. You feel a knot forming in your stomach and you eagerly buck yourself into your hand while you moan uncontrollably. Your back arches and you can your legs shake slightly as you finish. You pant, pulling you hand off your clit. You exhale as your eyes open slightly. Turning your head, you look at the door and noticed it was cracked open. You swore you had shut the door and you bite your lip nervously.

Was someone watching you?

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[chetchad]

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MDNI 18+

(Trent Lane x FEM!reader)

KINKTOBER DAY 4; (somnophilia, dub-con, intox)

WC; 1k

CWs; (somnophilia, dub-con, intox, blowjobs, porn without plot, established relationship, loosely edited, body hair(? i guess), trent is half-asleep and delirious, f!masturbation, fingering, reader gets off on trent being docile)

It was quiet in Trent's room, besides the occasional snore from Trent's lips or a soft hum in his sleep. He always slept like the dead. It was a real pain in the ass to wake him up when you needed something from him.

He was in his boxers, face first in his thick comforter, worrying you that he was going to suffocate in his sleep. Your fingers were tracing his spine idly, gently bumping over each vertebrae while your eyes skimmed over a marie claire magazine.

It was calming. Just the soft flick of the page turning and Trent's soft noises of sleep. His olive skin was soft to the touch, practically kissing your fingertips with their softness.

Your hand froze when he let out a breathy groan in his sleep, his cheeks slowly turning a pretty soft pink. With a look of hesitation, you gently turned him over on his back, exposing his pretty smooth chest and the prominent tent in his green boxers.

Oh. Oh wow. Trent was a very gorgeous guy. Made you wonder why his love life was almost non-existent before you came along. He could probably have any girl he wanted, honestly. Made you wonder why he picked you.

Whatever. You got him now.

His cock was straining against the loose fabric, leaving a sweet little wet patch where the head was up against. He was obviously having an amazing dream.

With a little grin, you hooked a finger in the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down past his narrow hips, watching his length spring out. The tip was swollen and achy looking, the tiny slit was oozing and drooling with sweet and salty pre.

The wiry bush of dark pubes were dense around his cock and leading up into a very faint happy trail. The hair was darker on the insides of his thighs, lead over his balls and up into his crack. You enjoyed teasing him by absentmindedly stroking his pubes when you two would cuddle. Just shove a hand down into his boxers and pet the curly hairs.

A soft snicker left your lips, watching his chest rise and fall a little quicker now. With a little grin, you leaned down and gave the tip a tiny kitten lick that made him let out a soft whine in his sleep. His ringed fingers twitched, brow furrowing when you closed your lips around the chubby head.

You left a pretty, little sticky ring of lip gloss around the ridge of the tip, little specks of glitter clinging to the flesh. A tiny gasp left his lips, face twitching in response to the pleasure.

With a hand gently encasing the base of his hardened length, you have a few soft little bobs of your head. Hand gently stroking his cock, the other gripping his boney hip while you worked up to deep throating him.

He was very delirious when his eyes cracked open, grunting when he felt something wet and warm around his cock. Trent's hand limply rested on your head while you tried to swallow his swollen prick, slowly coaxing it down your slick throat.

It was a little hard to get it without gagging. But after a few little gags, your nose was buried in his bush, chin tucked against his warm sack. While swallowing around his now full mast cock, Trent whined and mewled from the feeling, reducing into a sleeping, puddle of pleasure.

Pre oozed down your gullet, your hand soothingly rubbing his hip while he writhed and squirmed in his sleep. Gentle little bobs of your head made Trent groan softly, a little gurgled from drool dribbling down his chin.

His pubes tickled the tip of your nose like a feather kissing your nostrils, free hand lightly rubbing and kneading his balls. The tip kept bumping and nudging the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex everytime and making Trent whine with disoriented ecstasy.

You could get used to this. Usually when you gave Trent head, he was bucking and trusting roughly into your esophagus. But now he's barely awake and can't even figure out what's happening to him. He's nice and docile when he's knocked out from getting fucking baked.

You slipped your hand that was squishing his balls and wormed them into the waistband of your shorts. Your folds were soaked and clung to your panties while you sucked him off.

Slowly teasing yourself, you let your index finger barely slip into your tight, sopping channel, thumb teasing your clit. With a groan around his prick, you thrusted your finger in your needy cunt, curling and twisting it around to hit that sweet spot.

The soft sounds of you going down on Trent, the little lewd squelches of your pussy, and your muffled sounds of pleasure filled the bedroom.

His dark, messy hair framed his head like a brightened halo above him like he was some cherub or an angel. Bare chest rising and falling in short, panted gasps, fingers and face twitching his vegetable-like state.

Trent's balls were frightening up against himself while he teetered closer to the orgasmic edge, pleasure washing over him while he slept.

In his dream, he had you bouncing on his cock like a little sex-deprived slut, breasts moving wildly while you moaned and gasped hotly.

In reality, you were just sucking him off and finger fucking your own cunt. But bringing him so close to his own orgasm while you rocked your hips to your own. With quickened movements, you gave a little suckle to the head and watched his eyes flutter open with a groan while a torrent of cum flooded your welcoming mouth.

You thumbed at your swollen clit, fingers pistoning in and out of your greedy little snatch. Your forehead rested against Trent's thin thigh, you reached your peak. A sweet little gush of arousal pooling into the almost translucent gusset of your panties.

“...baby?” Trent's sleepy and confused voice rang out, “... what're you doing…?”

[crybaby-bkg]

Oliver’s been stressed. it’s an obvious thing, despite the way he tries to hide it with tired smiles and invitations to stay in for the night instead of out on the town. you’re not in a relationship with him, but he texts and calls you more often than not, lets this look cross over his face when he doesn’t think you’re looking. it’s something in between, something yet unspoken.

it’s why you’re not sure if it’s overstepping too close into relationship territory when you suggest a paint date with him. well, not really date, you had stumbled over your words when you introduced the idea to him. just a day where we stay in and paint and order some food and desserts and just—

he’d agreed on the spot, stopping your rambling with a lighthearted smile, a softness in his eyes that you’re not sure you’re meant to see. but he agrees nonetheless, and so you’re set.

the day is cloudy, the air thick with oncoming rain. you’d stayed the night, so all you wear is a pair of his boxers and an old jersey of his. you insisted on sleeping naked, but Oliver had urged you to don his clothing for reasons you think may be too fond that you try not to dwell on, lest you hurt your own feelings with assumptions. but he kisses your head when you plate both of your lunches that he’d ordered, pats you gently on the butt when you lean into it.

“I’m not a painter,” Oliver groused a few minutes after you got started. you sit across from him at his dining room table, too big and fancy, puts you too far of a distance away from him. your legs are crossed and your eyebrows are furrowed in focus. they crease when his words pull you from your concentration; a landscape painting, set at dawn, a pretty wonky deer in the distance, the sky a navy blue, the green a bit too bright for grass. (do the colors match his eyes and his hair? you’re not too sure. you’d deny it anyway, even if you were. which you’re totally not. right?)

“And neither am I,” you tell him, biting your lip in focus as you try to marry the blue and green well. “But this is for fun and relaxation. Not necessarily for talent.”

Oliver falls quiet after that. makes a few quips here and there, peeks around his canvas at you to make some sly remark about how he’s gonna win the best painting. you can only laugh, eyes squinted in mirth, unseeing of how he captures the details with his eyes, his memory.

“Okay, it’s time to reveal our paintings.” you tell him after an hour has passed, and you’ve both fallen quiet in concentration. Oliver looks unsure, the most you’ve ever seen him, and offers for you to go first. he smiles when you flip the canvas, giving you a slow clap, eyes drinking in the details, the colors that reflect him in every sense. he doesn’t say it out loud. he couldn’t if he wanted to, not when he turns his painting and reveals you.

“It’s a little shitty,” he says when you’ve gone quiet for too long, stiff as stone. “I couldn’t really get your eyes right, and your hair is a little off but—”

“It’s perfect,” you say softly, smile shaky, everything unsaid in the way he captured your smile, the reflection of him, of pining, in your eyes. “Out of all the things to paint, why me?”

“Why not?” he counters, saying everything and nothing, his words full and empty, enough but never quite filling. you smile anyway.

[delulu4anime]

Maniac

Ch 5 ➧Did We?

Parings ➧ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ!ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴄʜᴜʙʙʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary ➧ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴀᴠᴏɪᴅᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Trigger Warnings ➧ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ.

Word Count ➧2.9ᴋ+

Taglist ➧@lady-of-blossoms @dekusdante @fortunatelyfurrygiver @birbwithhat @whippedbyikemen @sleepykittyenergy @i-love-ateez @choppersworlds-blog (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴍᴋ❣︎)

The rays of the morning sun peaked through the blinds as the curtains swayed back and forth. There was a fan set to a low setting as it oscillated cool air despite the room already being chilly. The sound was calming until you felt the pounding in your head as you slowly started to stir. You let out a soft whine as you bring your hand up to your face to wipe your eyes. You always kept pain medicine in the night stand at Emi and Kento's guest room on mornings after you three hit up The Black Out.

With your eyes still closed you scooted to the side of the bed as you started feeling around the the drawer with your holy grail in it. Your eyebrows knitting together as you couldn't seem to place your hand where you needed it to be. You hesitantly opened one eye to see how far you had miscalculated the night stand to be. You quickly opened your other eye to see not only was there no night stand but you also had a bandage wrapped around your hand. You sat up and winched in pain when you ran your fingertips lightly over it.

The pounding in your head only escalating with the sudden movement when you sat up. You slowly looked around the room and dread filled your body. This wasn't Kento and Emi's guest room. This wasn't your bedroom. Where the hell are you?

You looked down at yourself to see you only had on your black lace bralette and your olive green mid-rise panties on. You quickly grabbed the blanket and covered yourself up; your eyes darted around the room and landed on a body that was laying on a couch that was straight in front of the bed on the opposite wall. He was sleeping on his stomach that much you knew for sure but your vision was still to blurry to tell who. You jumped as the person let out a loud snore, you tucked the blanket under your arms, and rubbed the little bit of blurriness left in your eyesight to get a better look at who's room you were in. Your eyes widened at the man before you, grabbing the closest pillow to you, and chucking it at him. It hit him right in the head and he quickly stirred awake.

"What the fuck." Satoru said in his morning voice and then let out a yawn. He slowly sat up and scratched at his chest before his tired eyes landed on you.

You gripped onto the blanket as your chest rose and fell with sharp quick breaths. You stared back at Satoru noticing he was in nothing but black boxers that seemed dangerously low. You followed the way the v lines went under his boxers and lead right to his...

"Morning sleepy head." Satoru softly said then lifted his arms up and stretched.

"Satoru what the hell happened last night? Why am I at your place? Did we..." You look away and hug on tightly to the blanket.

"You got hammered last night and I asked around and no one seemed to know where you lived. Other than tweedle dee and tweedle dum but they were even drunker than you were surprisingly. Another couple offered to take Emi and Kento home and I just brought you here cause I didn't know what else to do." He said as got up and walked out of the room for a moment.

You looked around his room and noticed his walls were painted a dark grey with a bay window to your left. The blinds were drawn and the curtains pulled closed even though sunlight still fought it's way to peak through. He didn't have any nightstands on either side of his bed but he did have a full length mirror propped up against the wall at the foot of the bed. You looked back to see the couch that, despite being two sizes too small to hold Satoru's tall frame comfortably, was riddled with a few blankets and a pillow. There was a lamp resting on a black wooden table that was, to your assumption, left on all night.

There were a couple of framed movie posters hanging on the wall above a small book shelf that had more books than you thought you'd see in Satoru's possession. Your eyes darted to Satoru's figure walking back over to you with a glass of water, medicine, and was that your clothes?

"And just to put your pervy mind at ease no we didn't sleep together," He said as he placed your clothes on the bed and handed you the medicine and water. "You have such a low opinion of me. You cut me deep peach." He said as he watched to make sure you took the medicine for the headache he knew you had.

"Well can you blame me? I'm in my underwear. Which you still haven't told me why yet." You say as you grab your black crop top and throw it on and lowered the blanket down into your lap.

"Are you sure you wanna know?" Satoru said as he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side. You glare at him and take another sip of water suddenly feeling the cotton mouth side effect coming on.

"You threw up all over me and yourself. I had to wash our clothes and clean you up a little before I put you in bed." He said as he sat down at the edge of the bed.

You wanted the earth to swallow you and never let you see the light of day again. You hoped the universes would put you out of your mercy immediately.

"I'm so sorry you had to do that." You say as you try to cover your face with your hand but wince at the pain on your palm again. "What happened to my hand?"

"You went to go toast Kento for the hundredth to congratulate him on bagging a 'hot wife'," He said raising his hand to air quote the last words. "And when you both clicked the glasses together Kento accidentally hit your glass a little too hard, it shattered, and cut your hand." He said as you stared at him dumbfounded.

"Anything else? I wanna make sure I'm not dying of embarrassment prematurely." You asked as Satoru took a minute to think and you hoped he'd say nothing else.

"You tried to auction off your car keys to a couple of stray cats while I tried to get you out of my car." He said with a smile on his face.

Perfect. You can officially say if you spontaneously combusted right now it would be better than hearing all the horrid things you did in front of someone that definitely doesn't need anymore ammo against you.

"Well I hope I didn't revel a deep dark secret or anything." You say with a laugh but soon stop when the look on Satoru's face changes to something unreadable. "Oh god did I?" You softly say and Satoru stands.

"C'mon and get dressed. Where did you leave your car?" He asked as he walked over to a door and opens it to reveal a small walk in closet.

"I left it at Emi and Kento's place." You say as you tap your fingertips nervously against the glass.

Satoru comes out a few minutes later wearing a black t-shirt and grey sweat pants.

"Let's get you back home peach."

You had asked Satoru for a pair of sunglasses when you stepped outside and the rays from the sun proved to be too much for your eyes to handle. He said nothing to you as he grabbed his infamous black round sunglasses and handed it to you. The drive back to Emi and Kento's place was mostly silent beside the radio playing different pop hits on the radio. You nervously played with the sleeve of your sweater as you stared out the window. The was the first time you had ever seen Satoru this quiet which only raised your anxiety levels.

You wanted to ask him again what you could have admitted that could have him acting so still. Soon you find yourself pulling into their drive way right next to your car as he put the car in park. You unbuckle your seat belt and look over at him to meet his gaze.

"If I said anything to make you uncomfortable," You start to say with a shaky breath. "I was just too drunk and-"

"I'll talk to you soon peach." Satoru said before you could finish and you hesitated for a moment before getting the hint to get out.

You got out and closed the door behind you and took a few steps before hearing him put the car into reverse. You turned to watch him back out of the drive way and you stopped yourself from waving goodbye to Satoru as he sped out of view. You stood there a few minutes before someone called out your name and you turned to see Kento in the door way of his home. You covered your mouth trying to hold in a laugh from the sight before you. Kento's eyes looked heavier than usual and you didn't think the bags under his eyes could be more prominent but never say never.

His usual neat hairstyle was all over the place and he held a red ceramic mug you were sure was filled with coffee. He had on a pair of white and black pajama pants that came from a set that Emi bought for them to match together during the holidays. Your favorite part of this whole ensemble was the white short sleeved shirt he usually wore under his work shirts that had been cut unbelievably short. In black sharpie marker written in what looked like Emi's handwriting across his chest read 'I love to make boys cry.' You make your way over to Kento, who steps to the side, and you walk into their space as you take off your sunglasses.

"So what's up with-" Before you could finish your sentence Kento raised his hand and shook his head.

"Do you remember what you did last night?" He asked and you scratched the back of your neck.

"Not really," You say as he takes a sip of his coffee then nods his head. "Point taken." You look around to see Emi no where in sight.

"She's still sleeping if you want to go wake her up. I'm about to make some breakfast." Kento said as he shuffled into the kitchen.

You made your way into their shared bedroom; you were unable to stifle your laughter at what outfit the alcohol talked her into putting together. Emi laid sprawled out in the middle of the floor dressed up as Kento. She had put on his taupe pants that somehow made it on her body backwards and you could tell she tried to use his tie as a makeshift belt. She wore his cobalt blue shirt with buttons that had been buttoned incorrectly throughout the shirt. His jacket only made it over one arm while the other half of the jacket lay trapped underneath her.

She managed to slip on one of the rabbit slippers you had gotten for her birthday last year while the other was no where to be found. Your laughter stirred her awake and all she could manage to do was lift her head up with her eyes slightly squinted to see who had woken her up from her post drunken haze.

"Oh hey, you made it back home," Emi said with a smile and laid her head back against the floor. "Satoru called this morning to let Ken know you were with him." She said as she let out a groan as she stretched.

The mention of his name sent you back to the awkwardness between you two this morning and you knew if Satoru had admitted anything to Kento he wouldn't hide it from you.

"I like your outfit." You say as you try to distract yourself from the thought of what you could've said to Satoru.

"My what?" Emi said as she struggles to stand for a second but finally getting to her feet.

The jacket that had only been placed on one shoulder fell well past her wrist while the other hung on the floor. When Emi stood up the dress shirt swallowed her body and looked like a dress on her. The pants that had been poorly secured around her waist with his tie inevitably slide right down to the floor pooling around her ankles. She looked down at the pants then looked over to her reflection in a vanity mirror. Her eyes narrow at her reflection and the choices she made from the night before.

"Kento is going to say I told you so when we go out there isn't he?" She asked as she looked back at you.

"Doesn't he always when we go to The Black Out? Why do you think we haven't been back for happy hour in months." You say as you both start laughing.

You let Emi get dressed as you walked into the living room that was connected to the kitchen. There was an a few chairs that were slid under the kitchen island so you decide to sit there and wait for Kento to finish making breakfast. Kento turns to you with a cup of your own coffee with cream and sugar; despite him saying to you over and over again drinking your coffee black is better for you. You'd hoped Satoru told Kento all the events of last night not just giving an update that you were in good hands. You sigh as you rub your hands over your face knowing how much of an ass you made of yourself to a completely sober Satoru; maybe you shouldn't ask because what if it's just more horrifying then what Satoru told you in person.

"Gojo called this morning." Kento said and you wondered for a second if he could read your mind. "I'm sorry about your hand." He said as he stayed focused on the task ahead of him.

"Oh it's totally fine. That's the least of my problems." You said as you wrapped your hands around the warm ceramic cup. "I threw up on him." You sheepishly say then take a sip from your coffee. You'd never admit it to him but he makes better coffee than you do sometimes.

"I know. He told me this morning. He called an hour or so before you got here." Kento said as he cut off the burner on the stove and divided the breakfast he made between three plates.

"Did he mention anything else?" You say as you tap against the cup nervously.

Kento turned around and placed a plate in front of you then another plate beside you knowing Emi would sit next to you. He grabbed a few utensils and placed them on a each plate before leaning against the counter with his plate as taking a bite.

"Kento please. Satoru was acting all weird this morning when I asked him. Please don't do the same to me." You pleaded and you heard the bedroom door and Emi made her way to the kitchen island.

"Thank you for breakfast Ken." Emi cheerfully said as she picked up her fork.

"Of course my love." He replied back which only caused you to narrow your eyes at him. Emi looked at you then at Kento and felt the tension between the two of you.

"What did I miss?" Emi said as she took a bite of her food.

"Kento talked to Satoru this morning and wont tell me what he said." You huff out and Emi nudges you softly and smiles.

"Oh don't worry we all get sick and throw up in randomly places sometimes. Plus I too would offer the stray cats that hang around Satoru's apartment everything I owned too."

"No Emi. There's more to the story and he's not telling me." You said as you keep your eyes fixed on Kento who still hadn't looked at you but continued to eat.

"That's all he said. Right Ken?" Emi asked which caused Kento to look up at her then at you. You almost wanted to drop it with how exhausted he looked.

Almost.

"If I tell you do you promise not to freak out?" Kento said with a sigh.

"No promises." You say through gritted teeth.

"Ken just spit it out." Emi said in an irritated tone.

"He didn't exactly word it like this but what I took from the conversation was that you told Gojo that you never really hated him. That it was just a front you put on to protect yourself but that you really miss him." He said as he play around with his food on his plate. Emi looked away from Kento to you and grabbed your hand as you stared blankly down at your plate.

"Did Satoru say anything else?" Emi said as she felt your grip against her hand tighten almost as a thank you for asking what you couldn't.

"He said he needed to think about things and that was the end of the conversation." Kento replied and looked at you. Worried expressions on both Kento and Emi's faces.

You couldn't believe you had revealed a secret you swore you'd take to your grave. How could you ever face him now that he knows the truth?

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2025 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴊᴇʟʟʏꜰɪꜱʜ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛ

[oscquinn]

hi same anon again. im feral now actually, thank you. fluff so good im flushed fr 🙏

something about vulnerability and soft intimacy with lip makes me go crazy. like running a hand through his hair late at night and just feeling him lean into the affection or sleeping next to him and even in his subconscious he HAS to be holding you in some way, even if it's just a hand cupping your thigh or something small like omggg i love him so much 😔😔

hehe yesss of course 🤭 mkip is everything to me esp their gentle friendly intimacy cause it’s like “we used to share a bed at four years old so why not now” except they’re 18 and totally not in love with each other… nope no sir

that actually reminded me. i have a soft intimacy blurb in my notes app that i wrote for … sonia? olive? idk we were discussing this in dms but anyways. here’s some more lip content i wrote but never posted ⬇️⬇️

you’re sitting with your back to the wall on your bed when lip sneaks in your window and you give a little amused laugh. you scoot up towards the edge, fingers reaching towards his hips before you wrinkle your nose up. “smell like cigs,” you complain, and lip can’t help but ruffle your hair.

he scoffs, “y’re a prissy little thing, aren’t you?” but the question is followed by his arms reaching behind his head, fabric of his black tee lifting to reveal the v of his hips, his abs, and his happy trail. one hand cradles the back of your head to draw you in towards his stomach.

you press your cheek there then sniff again and a discontent whine vibrates against his bare torso. fingers pick gently at his belt, “these too,” you pout. “still smell like smoke. don’ want it in my sheets.”

lip can’t help but laugh at you, stepping back to undo his belt and push his shorts down past his hips, leaving your boyfriend in nothing but socks and a pair of plaid boxers. a playful shove has you laid on the mattress and he swings one leg over your hips as he crawls into bed, straddling you. greedy lips mush to your cheek as he murmurs, “this better? hm?”

[w2soneshots]

Daddy -W2S

words: 0.5k+

warnings: light smut.

summary: the sidemen boys and their girlfriends meet yours and Harry’s new baby.

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y/username: 6 months already🥹🤍 @wrotoshaw

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user23867591: your both great parents

Me and Harry became parents to the most beautiful baby girl named Belle 6 months ago. Today she's officially meeting all of the boys. She has met a few of them before but they haven't been in the same room together for ages plus newborn babies don't really do much other than eat, sleep and shit. But now she crawls, tries to communicate words and loves to interact with people. So they're all coming over to our home (including the girls of course and Olive who Belle loves) and will be here any minute now.

The doorbell rang so I lifted myself up from the couch and placed Belle on my hip. "Hey, come in!" I said to Josh, Freya, Simon and Talia who were stood at the door. Harry came from behind me and did his little bro handshakes with the boys while the girls fussed over Belle. Soon Vik turned up, then JJ along with Tobi and finally Ethan, Faith and Olive. They all slowly took their turns saying hello to Belle then went to sit on the couch with everyone else. "Can I hold her?" JJ asked. "Of course!" I replied and placed Belle on his lap. She giggled and grabbed at his hoodie. "aww, she's so cute!" he whispered in a high pitched voice. "This is making me want one." he said and we laughed.

Once everyone had their turn holding her, I put her down so she could play with Olive and we all sat and chatted.

ksi just posted a new story!

They all left after a few hours since it was Belle's bedtime. "Come on baby." I said lifting her up and holding her tight. "shhh, go to sleep, shh, night night." I whispered. Once she finally fell asleep I quickly tip toed out of the room. I sighed as I walked into the living room where Harry was sat. "She's asleep." I said plonking myself next to him. "You're such an amazing mum." Harry said. I turned my head to look at him and a smile spread across my face. "I love you so much." He smiled and pulled me onto his lap, placing his hands on my ass. I kissed him and soon we were fully making out on the couch.

Harry squeezed my ass making me moan into the kiss. He moved his hands to the back of my thighs and lifted him and myself off of the couch. Now standing he walked towards the bedroom all while not breaking the kiss (surprised he didn't bang into anything). He closed the door behind us and dropped me onto the bed. I lay there whilst he began removing his clothes leaving him in only his boxers. I lay there breathing heavily as he crawled on top of me. He slowly pulled my shirt off then moved down to remove my leggings. A small smirk spread across his face when he saw the little black thong I was wearing underneath. I sighed having had enough off waiting "fuck me Harry."

[goobtopia]

fuck, chuck, or marry — part two

part one.

based on this, this, and this request.

!! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

saltburn!au: reader has taken oliver quick's place, infiltrating the catton family, but they're much better at blending in. farleigh, being the smartest one of them all remains unconvinced. but does he know as much as he thinks he does? or do they have him right where they want him?

warnings: 18+, SMUT, penetrative sex (reader’s gender is not specified), sexual dialogue, nipple play, dom!sub dynamics, dom!reader, sub!farleigh, cussing, kissing

[requests are open]

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You’re surprised the feeling of your body perched on top of waist isn’t enough to wake him up so you place a palm behind his ear. It startles him, his eyes wide as he is forced awake and tries to process his surroundings. His guard goes up immediately, “You’re presumptuous.” You don’t think he realizes it but he binds your wrists together in one hand, using the other to run sleep from his eyes.

He hasn’t noticed it yet, no his room is too dark and even with the light of the moon all he can see is a black silhouette, but the only thing you’re wearing is tight underwear that barely cover your bottom. Every where else you are bare and until his eyes adjust to the darkness he will remain oblivious.

You giggle knowing this, and you also giggle at the fact no matter how much Farleigh may act like you burden him he’d never resist your temptation. You saw the way he looked at you in Anthropology. Slowly you whisper calmly, “Earlier, I got the feeling like you were waiting for me to ask you something.” You explain, sliding your hips back so you can move in line with his bulge still evident under the duvet.

He feels friction against the his tip and he groans, pinning your hands against his abdomen so your chest was on display for him not that he’d even registered that yet. “And what makes you think that?” He sneers, not taking his eyes off your face. “You’re gonna have to let me go if you want me to answer you.”

He follows your requests, letting you sit back and display your naked chest to him and this time he could see it. “Good boy, Farleigh.” You coo, planting on hand on his stomach for leverage as you grind down onto his member hard. He whines and you harshly grab his jaw, forcing him to look at you, “You gonna be good for me now Farleigh?”

He gulps, and you release his face expecting an answer but he never responds, “I asked you a question Farleigh.” You lift your hips, reaching down under his covers to palm at his length exposing his desire for you. “Are you going to behave now?” You squeezed him harder to emphasize your words as Farleigh clawed out so he could grab one of your thighs.

“No.” He defies you, as he rolls his hips in search of more. “God you are so desperate.” You marvel, unhanding him as his hips chase you. “Are you going to behave now, Farleigh?” You run a hand up his chest, letting a nail graze over a nipple in his path as he shudders.

“Yes.” He affirms, his voice cracking as his guard disappears and he makes more than just his body vulnerable to you. “So good for me, gonna let me make you feel nice sweetheart? Gonna help me feel nice too?” You‘re almost mocking him but he can’t get enough.

“Mhm please.” He whimpers, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he strains against his boxers. Chuckling at him you maneuver around him to take your bottoms off before getting back on top of him. You grab his hand, holding it against your chest as he plays with it and you work on the covers in between you.

He’s grabbing fistfuls of your chest and twisting your nipples softly as he watches you work. Trying to focus, you slide the covers down as you rest on your knees and kick them to the end of the bed. Your fingers tuck themselves into the waistband of his underwear, teasing that line like he is teasing you.

“You want me to put you inside?” You preen yourself on top of him, arching back so he can see the outline of your ass, just so close to meeting your entrance. He nods his head frantically, giving you big eyes as he pleads with them. “Beg me for it.” You demand, studying his features.

You can see his cheeks flare up, the idea embarrasses him and then it excites him and you get to see the change happen in real-time. “Please I can’t fucking take it anymore. Need to be inside you. Need to make you feel good. Want us to come.” He breathes in short bursts with a nasal voice as he ruts his hips up trying to meet you halfway.

You lift your hips just out of reach, as you put your hand on his hip holding it against the mattress. You both pause, he doesn’t know what to expect next because your silent and he’s shocked when he feels his lips against yours. You bring him into a hard, deep, sloppy kiss with clashing teeth and tongues all battling to communicate the feeling of urgency.

He feels your hand reach in and wrap around his length before you line him up with you and sink down onto him. He moans into your mouth letting you feel the vibrations and you pull away watching Farleigh make no attempt at staying quiet like you. Good thing his room was far from anyone else’s.

You move up and down on him cock feeling him hit that spot deep inside you that has you reeling, “Fuck, you feel how nice that is love? Don’t understand why you were so mean to me when this has been here the whole time. Tellin’ me I’m insecure and you’re falling apart when I fuck you.”

You clench around him and his hands fly to guide your hips, annoyed you pry them off you and pin them above his head, “Think I’m gonna let you touch me? No, I think you owe me an apology before you get that.” He rolls his hips up into you in a way so delicious you can’t help but close your eyes and moan. You can’t let him keep pleasing you this good, not yet.

You lift up again, his cock popping out of you as Farleigh rushes to fix it, “Fuck, I’m so so sorry. Should’ve never said shit to you when I needed you so fuckin bad. God, baby, I need you. I need you. Please just let me have you.” He cries as he reassures you just how much he craves the way you feel.

Feeling flattered and kind in that moment you smile at him, sinking back down onto him slowly. “I forgive you, Farleigh. Things don’t have to be like that anymore, could have this whenever we want.” You pick up the pace, Farleigh now aiding you by pushing your hips forward and back along his length as you grinded down onto it.

“Fuck, I wanna feel you forever.” He sighs, throwing his head back in pleasure. “You will, I promise.” You swear to him.

It’s a shame what will become of him in the morning, but for now you cherish your time with Farleigh. You manage to pull two orgasms from him before he drifts off and once you’ve assured he’s in a dead sleep, you make your move. There is a twinge in your stomach that almost feels bad for what you are about to do but you remind yourself he could ruin everything, and it at least spares him from the possibility of a lesser fate that the others you’re fooling are facing by letting you stay.

You’re not hurting him, no, in a way you’re protecting him.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Antonio Dawson: Just Friends 3 (final) 

A lot of people wanted this final part. So, I finally sat down and wrote it. I hope it was worth the wait. Xoxo  

Antonio searches your eyes trying to shake the sleep out of his head. “What?” He lifted himself off of and into a sitting position. Your hands grapple for the sheets yanking them up over your naked breasts. Knowing that he had spent half the night with them in his mouth, it seemed silly. But you felt vulnerable and your nerves were raw with emotion that you could no longer suppress. His dark eyes were lasered in on you. You felt like he could see right through you. 

“I said I think we-” 

“No, I heard what you said.” The dark gruffness had nothing to do with him just waking up. He cursed in Spanish before hurling himself out of bed. You felt your heart drop into your stomach as he exited the room. Your breath caught in your chest painfully. You had figured that this conversation wouldn’t go over well, especially with the abruptness in which you brought it up. You hadn’t expected him to leave like that. You had thought your relationship had gone a little further than the bedroom. You lay back in the bed feeling the tears start to burn the back of your eyes.  

You knew it would be painful but didn’t think it would be this humiliating. 

You jumped when Antonio came back into the bedroom. He had put on his boxer and jeans but his olive chest was still exposed and his feet were bare holding his black shirt in his fist. You stared at him frozen unsure what to do.  

He came and sat down on the bed by your feet. His expression was serious and his jaw was clenched. He held out his shirt to you. You just stared until he shook it. You reached for the soft material pulling it over your naked form. Satisfied Antonio took huffed out a heavy breath. “Okay, now what is going on? Because I’m a little confused here querida. I could have sworn that you were the one who called me over here last night and fucked me seven ways to Sunday.”  

Your cheeks flushed dark with color. You swallow hard. What are you supposed to say? You had been the one to call him over for an all-night booty call. “Yeah,” 

“Well, I know the sex wasn’t the problem. The sex is never a problem between us.” His cockiness about it shouldn’t have been a turn on but it was, even in this situation. “Did I do something wrong?” You heard his tone change and go into cop interrogation mode. 

“No,” 

“Say something wrong?”  

“No,” 

“Did I overstep-” 

“No,” 

“Did I-” 

“No,” You cut him off abruptly, refusing to meet his stare. “It’s not you Antonio.” 

“Did you meet someone else?” You scoff at him. 

“I would have never called you over here if that was the case.” Your tone biting offended. 

“Then what is it?”  

“It’s me,” You suddenly felt bad for whoever had to sit opposite Antonio in an interrogation. When he wanted to know something, he didn’t let up. How did people hold up for thirteen hours of this prodding? Then again, you had been holding onto this secret for months. “It’s becoming more than sex to me, okay?” It felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. You bit your lip trying to regain your composure. His expression softened and he looked at you with pity.   

“Oh, Cariño I’m sorry.” You throw the covers off you and push him away as you shoot to your feet. The truth was out and you didn’t want him to baby you through this. It would only make everything so much worse. You keep your back to him trying to ignore your heart shattering. 

“Don’t,” You run your hands through your hair harshly tugging at the strands in frustration. “Don’t do that. I know what we agreed to.” You feel his body come behind you. He is radiating heat and the smell of sex. His rough hand falls on your shoulder and urges you to turn around. You keep your back stubbornly to him.  

“Baby,” Antonio forces his body between you and the wall. He cups your cheeks forcing you to look up at him. “That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry I wasn’t direct enough to tell you that I didn’t just want to fool around. And I’m so fucking sorry I made you feel like that. So, let me make sure you understand. I want you, all of you, in every way. Te amo.” 

Tears finally rolled down your cheeks, but they were of joy and relief. You turn kissing his palm. “I love you too. Te amo Antonio.” He pulls you in close kissing your forehead sweetly as he holds you tightly rocking you back and forth.    

[theseshipsshallsail]

WE DESERVE A SOFT EPILOGUE (MY LOVE)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63061414

Notes:

Happy Valentines Day, Peaches. Let get these two called by the same surname, shall we? ❤️

Virtually cloudless, a vivid, turquoise sky paints a winsome canvas beyond the Hotel Alexandria’s wrought-iron terrace. A dappled haze spills warm and inviting throughout the lavish suite, and basking in the sights and sounds of early-morning Egypt, Elio ignores the persistent protests of his traitorous bladder as he focuses instead on a trio of gulls soaring back and forth above the ancient city’s bustling port.

He’s loose-limbed and achy; two states thus synonymous with blissfully well-fucked. Straddling the Maginot line between lazy, bone-deep contentment, and feeling positively filthy for the peeling remnants of Oliver’s semen still prickling his inner thighs; robbing him of the tranquil suspension in which he’s languished these past twenty minutes. 

Ordinarily, there’s no rest for the wicked - not in a home filled with meddling housekeepers and ten-year-old brothers who’ve yet to master the art of knocking - but Elio smiles nonetheless as he eases his legs to the side of the mattress, pinches his tired eyelids to assuage his grumbling headache, then savours the gratifying pull of overtaxed muscles as he eases himself upright: each twinge and spasm born of a ravenous need the night before.

Next to him, Oliver’s a vision of Praxitelean proportions. Blond hair mussed from the constant carding of Elio’s fingers. Bunched cotton sheets barely clinging to his deliciously-rounded derriere as he sleeps the sleep of the recently debauched. It’s covetous, almost - the play of sunlight and shadow across his striking silhouette - and Elio can’t help the recurrent thrill that zips inside him when it glints off the simple gold band adorning his left hand.

An identical twin to his own: exchanged during a private ceremony in his mother’s beloved orchard. The two of them pledging themselves - body, mind, and soul - beneath an elegant chuppah of trailing orchids and pale-pink hydrangeas.

Across the room, their crisp, linen suits lie heaped atop Oliver’s Tourister: a somewhat respectable fate compared to the matching silk ties currently bound to the slatted headboard. There’s a leather belt draped over the vintage lampshade. A trio of socks dotting the Persian rug. Where the fourth disappeared to, Elio can’t recall, but neither of them were in the mood to unpack after their short-haul flight from Malpensa, and tiptoeing to the discarded suitcases he selects a slightly wrinkled dress shirt from the bottom of a teetering pile. 

Oliver’s, he realises, judging by the size, but the cocktail of fragrances that tickle his senses -

The sweet-orange spiciness of his favourite cologne. 

The earthy hints of beeswax from the Havdalah candle Little Ollie guarded so zealously.

The stale notes of perspiration, even, imbuing the unbuttoned collar.

- has him easing his arms within the baggy sleeves, regardless.

A quick trip to the bathroom alleviates his first problem - a scandalous lack of caffeine presents a second - and Elio’s just done pulling up a fresh pair of boxers when the other man stretches clear down to his toes, yawning his way into reluctant consciousness.

“Buongiorno, marito mio,” he says with a wink, because while the Italian legal system might not recognise their union, Elio’s too-full heart sure as hell does. “How’s the head?”

Oliver grunts. “Cursing my hubris,” he replies, dragging a palm over his face as Elio unearths some sparkling mineral water from the complimentary mini-bar. Micol, it transpires, could drink them both under the table, but self-preservation saw them swapping their Dry Martini’s for Aperol Spritzes in fairly short order. “And you?” Oliver rolls to his back, mimicking his playful tone. “Any regrets?”

Elio takes a restorative sip: carrying his own nascent hangover like a badge of honour. “Besides letting Jesse teach me the Cha-Cha Slide?”

“Besides that.”

“None at all,” he says with carefully crafted nonchalance. 

None that were in their power to fix, anyway, and while his father’s presence was sorely missed, his pride and approval suffused the moving service.

“I beseech thee by Zeus, the watcher of the harbour,” he quotes then, admiring the fifteenth century citadel through the arched, Palladian windows. “It’s hard to believe the old lighthouse once stood here,” Elio adds, breathing in the brackish breeze from the shoreline. “We should take a stroll, don’t you think?”

“Cavafy’s apartment doesn’t open ‘til noon,” Oliver agrees, wincing when an immense cruise ship blasts its horn. “We could have pastries on the esplanade, beforehand? Compare their apricot juice to Mafalda’s?” 

“Le blasphème!”

Along with the Great Library, itself, the Grecian wordsmith’s former home was now a literary tourist trap; an ad hoc museum that featured prominently in Oliver’s Poseidonian vigil of 1992.

“I was on sabbatical,” he’d explained a few weeks prior; several glossy travel brochures strewn about the kitchen table. “The proverbial ribbon cutting was November sixteenth.”

“My birthday.”

“Your birthday.” A beat. “I took it as a sign.”

Only the makeshift gallery felt drab and desultory, Oliver’d revealed later. The unnerving silence borderline suffocating amidst the pastiche furniture most likely salvaged from some abandoned storeroom. It reminded him of the famous poem, The Afternoon Sun. An especially poignant verse in which Cavafy recalled the grievous loss of a lover. But as Elio watches the local street vendorsunload their wares, he understands Oliver’s desire to revisit the melancholy scene. 

To experience it from a brand new perspective: no longer obfuscated by a life unlived. 

“What our esteemed housekeeper doesn’t know, can’t hurt her,” Oliver says then, skimming his knuckles just shy of his burgeoning erection, and all thoughts of decoding the unfamiliar coffee maker are duly ousted as he circles his cock with an idle grip. “Come back to bed?” 

Elio places the plastic bottle on the sill. “And you call me a dissolute…” 

“I call you a lot of things,” Oliver replies, meeting him smirk-for-smirk. “Strong-willed… dedicated… insatiableto a fault -”

“Cazzate…” If that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. “Need I remind you…” Elio begins, propping a knee on the springy mattress. “...which of us kept the other up past three?”

Oliver captures his forearm. Presses a kiss to his fluttering pulse. “Need I remind you whose refractory period is practically non-existent?”

Elio snickers. “I’m forty. Not dead,” he says, so preoccupied by the raspy tongue tracing his life line he doesn’t even notice his waist’s been seized until he’s twisting backwards into the overstuffed pillows.

“I dreamed of you,” Oliver murmurs, clean-shaven chin grazing his heaving sternum. “The taste of your mouth… the blush on your cheeks… the bossy little demands when I’m buried to the hilt…”

Elio lets his legs spread-eagle as he proceeds to journey southwards. “Connard…”

“Precisely,” Oliver counters, paying particular attention to the metal studs adorning his pebbled nipples. “Over and over,” he insists, a cartographer, taking the lay of the land. “Pinning your wrists and grinding my hips. Thrust after thrust after thrust…" 

Elio shivers at the promise of what’s to come. “You're a tease, mon amour.”

“If the size nine fits…” Oliver retorts, tossing his underwear towards the slowly spinning ceiling fan.

The resultant slap of skin on skin is like music to his ears, and the sticky pearls of arousal that daub Elio’s naval have Oliver groaning hoarsely as he reaches his swollen glans. Licking. Sucking. Fondling his heavy balls until they draw up tight, only to hold him on edge by pushing three fingers into where he’s still slick and tender. 

“Look at you,” Oliver praises, tapping a deft ostinato against his thrumming prostate. “You’re exquisite, darling. Bellissimo. I don’t tell you enough.”

“Nonsense,” Elio dismisses, biting the Oxford’s cuff to muffle his moans. “You tell me every day.”

Compared to his brain, his physique, he thinks, is vastly inferior, but that doesn’t keep him from riding those skillful digits like the Palio di Siena. Each blessed touch pooling heat in his belly as the pleasure spikes, breaking over him like choppy waves on the docks outside.

Unsurprisingly, Elio loses himself in the blind rush of completion, yet when he finally blinks back to awareness Oliver’s peering up at him, dark-blond hair sticking to his sweat-damp forehead. Damn-near effervescent, he’s the epitome of smug congratulations, so Elio pulls him closer as he scrapes his teeth along the tendons of his neck, earning a plaintive whimper when he grasps the velvet steel of Oliver’s shaft, guiding him to his waiting entrance.

“Vieni dentro…”

Oliver shudders. “You’re sure?”

“Please,” he begs, thumbing the birthmark on his freckled shoulder.

He fills him so nicely, is the thing, and no matter the years since their unorthodox reunion, Elio wonders if he’ll ever reconcile just how well they fuse together. But then Oliver starts to move - measured as molasses, obstinate in his claiming - and it’s all desperate pleas and whispered encouragements from there on out.

Babbled into benevolent kisses.

Strangled into euphoric whines. 

They’re devastating - the gossamer gasps Oliver makes whilst rocking inside him - yet somehow the epitome of the bigger-than-this, more-than-us-ness that defines their complicatedhistory. 

Encompassing everything they are, were, and ultimately will be until Elio’s chanting his name like a berakhah. 

Vice-like arms wrapped securely around Oliver’s torso. 

His entire perception narrowed to the tremulous points of contact. 

Shamayim, he thinks, finding heaven in the relentless friction, and it’s only when he’s reduced to another come-soaked mess that Oliver chases his own release; cornflower-blue eyes shining brightly as he follows him to the stars.

[3terna15unshin3]

Has there been a phone sex while he’s on tour blurb 👀

Voice

He’s only a call away, right?

1078 words

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a/n: Oh my god olive there literally hasn’t…….. How have i not written this by now it’s so hot

(Read the main fic here if u want more Matty and Este!!)

cw: 18+, minors DNI, dirty talk (sorry), mutual masturbation, phone sex, sub! matty ish??? a bit??, unedited, (i am posting this now in light of the Phone Eating bit)

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Este woke up after having dreamt of Matty's face between her legs. The way his tongue pressed strongly at all of the right spots, and his hands gripped around the base of her thighs as she squirmed. Disappointed was an understatement when she peeled her eyes open to see that he wasn't really there.

Tour was long and they were lonely and missing each other, so it was frequent that they thought of the other when getting off alone. But somehow, they had yet to get off alone together; even though they talked on the phone every night (morning for her, per the eight hour difference between the states along the west coast and London).

She was already unbelievably wet, wrapped in her bedsheets with sleep still in her eyes. So, when the first thing she heard was the ring of her phone, a sinful smile crept onto her face.

"Hi darling,"

"Morning," Este answered, voice raspy.

"Shit, have I woken you? I thought 1 would been a safe enough time to call,"

"Oh, don't worry," she insisted, pushing her underwear down her legs and discarding them off the side of her bed. "You're right, I'm usually up by now. Just didn't have the best sleep."

Matty frowned. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah. I was just busy dreaming of you."

He wasn't frowning anymore. Matty gulped the saliva down his throat and his ears perked. He could hear the smirk in Este's voice, and wondered if she somehow knew that he was already semi-hard.

"Oh yeah?" He egged her on, "Tell me about it."

Este bit her lip as she finally put some pressure onto her sensitive clit.

“You were here with me,” she started, eyes closing as she pictured the scene. “And I had your head pinned between my thighs.”

His breath quickened and he grabbed himself over his boxers, quietly hissing at the sudden wave of pleasure.

“Was I making you feel good?” Matty asked with a whine.

She nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see her, then corrected herself by muttering, “So good, baby.” Her fingers circled quickly. “Your tongue was against me,”

Matty took himself out, spitting into his hand and running it over his length a few times. He let out a breathy moan, then heard one back from Este.

“I wish I could taste you now,”

Her fingers collected the wetness surrounding her entrance and pressed even harder on her bundle of nerves. The action made her hips buck upwards and her jaw drop open.

“Me too. My fingers don’t feel as good as your mouth does,” teased Este, “Are you touching yourself too?”

The sound of his hand moving up and down his cock, slathered in his own spit and pre-cum, echoed through his quiet hotel room. She could hear it, so that answered her question, but Matty responded anyway.

“Fuck, yeah I am,” he groaned. “I’m so fucking hard for you, E.”

Este laid her phone on her pillow next to her ear so she could use her other hand to play with her nipples. She grabbed harshly, sucking in her breath at the feeling.

“All for me?” she egged him on, chest heaving up and down. The muscles in her stomach grew tight as pressure built right below her navel. “Your fist must not compare to my tight little cunt.”

Matty thought about the slick and warm feeling of sinking his cock into her pussy. The way she’d clench around him. He tightened his grip on himself and pictured it as Este instead.

“Darling—God—you’re killing me,” he whined. His action sped up, desperate for release. “My fist isn’t good enough, baby. I need you around me,”

“Keep going. I’m right here,” Este said, slipping two fingers into her entrance and curling them. Her mind drifted to the way he pounded into her relentlessly the last night before he left. Este’s ass stuck up in the air and met him halfway with every thrust. His fingertips on one hand dug into her hips as he fucked her deep; while the other was tangled in her hair, pressing her face into their pillows. The thought of it made her speed up her fingers.

“I’m not gonna last much longer if I do,” warned Matty. He ran his thumb over his pink tip, shuddering in the process.

“Wait for me, baby. I’m almost there. Can you do that?” She moaned at the sound of his frustrated groans on the other side of the line.

His hand only stroked faster. “Please, E. I’m so close already, just let me—”

“Matty.” Este sternly interrupted. “Be good and wait for me. You don’t want me to come all by myself, do you?”

He stilled his fist to try and obey, but then found himself fucking up into it instead. “Fuck, no. I don’t,” Matty responded through gritted teeth, voice intense and cutting. His hips buckled messily as the pressure beneath his skin threatened to snap.

The sound of his desperate plea made Este squeeze her eyes tightly with pleasure. She could hear the filthy rhythm his hand carried over his length and tried to match her own with it. Her breathing sped up as she felt her high approach.

“That’s it. Fuck, I bet you miss fucking this pussy. The way it milks all the cum out of you,” Este managed to whisper, so distracted by the euphoria building up and about to explode that she struggled to speak clearly.

“I miss it so much, baby. P-Please, just let me cum. It fucking hurts, E, you’re gonna make me cum so hard—”

“Fuck, Matty—okay—cum with me. Go on, love,”

He finally let go, coming harder than he ever could without her help. “Shit, Este,” Matty cried, opening his eyes to peer at the white strings pulsing out of him onto his stomach. When he thought of Este licking the hot seed off his skin, he threw his head back against his pillow and bit down on his lip, dick continuing to throb.

Then she came—at the same time—groaning in hysteria, lifting her hips off the bed and trapping her hand between her thighs. His name fell out of her lips, repeatedly and almost pornographically, while she slowed her fingers and rode out her high.

After a few laboured breaths, Este giggled with a post-orgasm giddiness. “Well good morning to me, I guess.” She joked.

Matty rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.

“We’re using FaceTime tomorrow. Deal?”

[novistarplanet]

Daddy's Girl

ExDrugDealer!Connie x BlackReader

summary:

cw:

wc;

a/n; hope yall don't get offended by this only read this over once this is also for my fllwers 🩷 + requests are open

Growing up you were raised with a very religious background your furthest memory to date was your mom making you sing in the choir.

You didn't mind at all you actually liked going to church at times with your father being the pastor you were inspected to be modest all the time since you had a reputation to uphold.

Which means no growing up. No parties, No skimpy clothing, and most importantly No boyfriends.

You could never wrap your head around it.

"Y/N pull out your bible and pay attention maybe kids your age can learn something from it" Your Auntie Ruthie smacks your arm with her hand fan.

pulling out your pink bible turning the page to the scripture.

It felt like forever of your dad preaching about the same things but with different words.

Each time he finishes reciting the stories a string of "hallelujahs" and "amen" flooded the medium-sized church.

it was going just like every Sunday went it was just about time for offering when you noticed a man well boy with a collection of tattoos that marked his neck and entire two arms standing beside your father

"Brothers and sisters ill like to introduce a new family member of our church Brother Springer"

looking around you it's clear as day not everyone was with the idea of him joining.

His full name was Connie Springer or "Constance" as people called him in the streets. He was a big-known drug dealer in the area who was recently shot.

Who now found himself in your daddy's church ranting about him finding God.

Did you believe him? Hell No. But as a Christian, you have to see the good in people.... so who are you to judge?

“Now folks I want you to open him with open arms lets all bow our heads and say a prayer towards this young brotha!” on cue, everyone bowed their head as your father recites the words.

You could feel eyes watching you while each word was spoken. slowly opening your eyes up you see Connie smirking at you biting his lip

you couldn't help but stare he was oddly attractive your aunties warned you to stay away from thugs and deadbeats.

but something about him made your heart skipped.

closing your eyes again focusing on the prayer and blocking him out but it wasn't too long before negative thoughts filled your mind.

dirty ones.

you have been having dreams of someone buried deep between your plush dark toned thighs slopping all over your messy cunt while one of his hands is wrapped around your neck.

rising up from your two soft pillows your clear juices dripping from he’s barely visible stubble beard.

His hands soon found home around your jaw shaking it roughly

“open your fucking mouth bitch” the dark figure huffed out.

quickly opening your mouth obeying his command

he used the hand that was wrapped around your jaw lifting it up and shoving it back down.

“you know what to do stop actin dumb” he takes his other hand that was originally holding your thigh to slap you across the face till your pink little tongue came out.

“ m’imma reward you for being so good” he hurtles a gob of spit down your throat forcing you to swallow it.

“yea thats it you really want daddy’s dick huh? you fuckin dirty whore” he lets go of the placements of hands as now they found their way towards his pants.

unzipping them revealing dark blue boxers with a large bulge

slowly pulling the-

“Y/N! You better not be sleep!” your auntie hits your side again slightly shoving you.

by the time you opened your eyes, everyone was on their way out probably going to red lobster or olive garden.

“now this is my first and only daughter y/n” You look over to see your dad talking to Connie looking directly at you.

connie still had the look in his eyes he did before

“well look at gawd y/n come over here and say hi to our new member”

you walk over gripping at your coral-colored dress.

“Hola hermosa, ¿cómo estás?” he spoke his spanish fast and you couldn’t lie you found it attractive especially the way hes tongue moves

“huh?? sorry im not very fluent in spanish” heat flooded your cheeks quickly. maybe you should have paid attention in spanish.

“ahh it’s okay Cariño i was either at first” followed by that he opened hes mouth displaying hes pearlie white teeth shiny teeth and me you guess.

“well good news baby connie here is coming to bible study”

okay what does that have to do with you???

“and you’re gonna help him find the way of god”

WHAT??

Today was the day you and connie were having a one on prayer session. You didn’t even know the boys last name.

and here you are wearing a simple peach shade dress with white stockings underneath.

not to mention the black lace bra that cups your breasts perfectly

you walked in to see Connie already there reading over the bible

he was wearing a wife beater tattoos marked all over hes two arms depictions of guns,skulls and you even spotted prayer hands.

you quickly rush towards your seat right in front of him he slowly raises he's head up meeting you in the eye.

"how long have you been staring at me hermosa?"

you quickly bended your head down shying away from he's grazed as he chuckles.

"im just joking with your baby"

despite the lingering sexual tension in the air you continue preaching

"uh okay so in Matthew 4:1 it talks about temptation from the devil and"

as you continue with the verse you can feel hes eyes lingering across your stockings you couldn't help but to look towards hes peeking becip.

during the session Constance lip bites , winking and even hes hand traveling too far down your cleavage

" and we drink the grape juice to symbolize Jesus’s purity an-“

“your not pure are you”

your head whips up with quickness as the words left hes mouth”

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you we’re having a wet dream about me sunday”

he arises from hes chair and puts your right leg over hes shoulder

he pulled up your skirt exposing your white dolly panties with a small bow on top with a small patch of wetness on the soft cloth.

“the only name i respond to is daddy” his hands found comfort around your throat. testing the waters he squeezed tightly.

“ is that clear whore?”

“yes daddy” small tears begin to prick from the corner of your eyes.

everything happened so fast your skirt and panties fully removed with your left breast making an appearance out.

“ do i have permission?”

you noticed his pants were ready off leaving him in his boxers in the short time you came to terms with everything.

slowly nodding your head up and down in agreement

“words hermosa”

“yes daddy”

he , mischievously grins down at you pulling off in boxers in a swift motion revealing he's length in all its greatness

you never seen a dick face to face this was all new

the tip of he’s head lined up to your entrance making its way inside of you

you can feel your body being rigid with inch length goes in

“Dios mío why didn’t you tell me you were this fucking tight”

he started moving in and out of you at a slow pace. You can tell by the look on his face he was holding himself back

he made soft movements as he kept going in and out

the pain on its own was unbearable it was like someone stabbing your uterus over and over again it didn't make it no better that you can feel him knocking at the entrance of your Cervix.

after a while of bad after bad thumps pleasure develops in your tummy.

"ohhhhh my god"

your hands went down and gripped the base of the chair despite the loud sounds the chair constantly makes. he stops for a minute repositioning himself into a better angle and striking himself back in you. His movements came with practice and skill as he continuously flicker your G-spot. You breathes were uneven and lost in the noises that your pussy made.

you could tell he was close he's movements became more sloppier with each stroke.

"im cumming oh my fucking god im cumming"

he's fingers found their place on your clit going in a circular motion.

you too both groan loudly together while the waves of pleasure passed you as he spills himself inside you he speaks again with he's deep voice.

"same time next Wednesday?"

[venustrvck]

ave your tags on my little drabble made me smile sooooo big!! but i gotta let you know i'm very very very much in a love hate relationship with oliver aiku !! i wanna kiss the dumb smile off his face, i wanna shove him out the door wearing nothing but his stupid boxers and socks so he can freeze to death, etc etc

I am going to be SO real with you I think that's the way to his heart. His wiki trivia literally says he's into unpredictable relationships

You switching out on him like that? Kissing his smile and then kicking him out after you sleep with him without even affording him the dignity to get dressed? sounds like its 100% in his ballpark. This man has relationship issues and he'd LOVE what you give him. Also....

If you hate him in the beginning & are resistant to his efforts? Even better! "I like the challenge of making them fall for me." That is to say, Fuji I think you might just be his catnip.