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baronessvonglitter · 16 days ago

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Bad Santa

sleazy mall Santa!Joel Miller x fem!Reader

Word count: 2.3K

Summary: Frantically seeking relief during the Christmas rush, the Santa at your local mall is the last person you'd expect to help.. and the only one who can.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Reader is a hot and horny mess and wears a short skirt. Mall Santa is a perv, but he's your perv. Semi-public masturbation (f). Squirting. Cockwarming. Semi-public sex. Infidelity. Unprotected piv. Oral (m & f receiving). Analingus (f receiving). Possibly illegal use of a candy cane. Creampie. Come swallowing. Santa Joel is a menace and a sleaze but that's what we all need, right?

Author's Note: one of the first things I learned about @strang3lov3 is that we share a deep love for Bad Santa (and Billy Bob in general) so this is written in her honor. Bug, I hope you enjoy Santa Joel, and don't forget to leave out some cigs and whiskey for him on Xmas Eve. (And the latest edition of Hustler. He's an old-school magazine man.)

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You're home on Christmas break from college and all you want to do is fuck the boyfriend you left behind and have been faithful to for four long, painful months. But the only thing on Derek's mind is doing last minute Christmas shopping.

The mall on Christmas Eve is the last circle of hell.

Derek guides you through the crowd. "Sleigh Ride" plays over the speakers, tinny, bright and cheery. You hate it. You're impatient. You're horny. You need to find a way to get him alone, even just a fingerbang would suffice. For now.

You pass by the huge Christmas tree in the center where the mall Santa waits with bored-looking elves. There's no line, which is surprising given it's the last day for photo ops.

Santa watches as you pass, cheap plastic beard hanging off, revealing gray scruff, his red suit wrinkled and stained. You track his gaze roving over your figure, fully concentrating on the jiggle of your ass under the short skirt you'd picked out in the hopes of getting a quickie.

"God damn," you hear him mutter. "Merry Christmas, babygirl." he calls out.

You glance back and see him pull the beard down, wiggling his tongue at you in a lewd manner.

Fucking sleaze. But your pussy is wet and throbbing, and this is the first bit of attention you've had all day. You respond by stuffing your tongue in your cheek and making a blow job motion. Santa licks his lips and subtly palms his cock over his fluffy red pants.

Derek, oblivious, is walking you towards a department store.

"Mommy said she'd like a new bathrobe for Christmas," he says, bringing you past the awful perfume and makeup counters. You heard right.. Mommy. What the fuck?

"Didn't you already buy her a foot massager?" you ask, barely hiding your disinterest, looking around for a corner where you can blow him.

"She said she wants the robe instead," he says, diligently checking each one on the rack. Pink, green, blue, they're all in ugly prints and you wonder how little he must think of his mom to actually buy her a bathrobe instead of something nice.

But the bigger problem is your aching cunt.

"Derek, come on, just pick one out," you beg him, whispering in his ear, giving his lobe a little bite.

"Calm down, we're in public," he chides you over nervous laughter.

"So? That makes it more exciting." Closer to him as the clothing rack hides you, you cup his crotch, disappointed to find he isn't even remotely hard. Not a problem. You know exactly how to get him started.

"Let's go to the dressing room," you tell him before he can remove your hand. "I'll let you do whatever you want, please, I just need you now.."

"Get a hold of yourself," he whispers harshly, finally pulling your hand from him.

"Derek, what the fuck?" you whisper back. "Your horny girlfriend wants you to fuck her in a semi-public place and you're limp as a fucking noodle. Don't you want to at least watch me get off?"

You're not even allowing him time to think about it, leading him to the men's dressing room, where you're less likely to set off an alarm than the women's. You step into the first stall and push him against the wall, caging him in with your arms.

"Sweetheart, what the hell?"

"Fuck me," you tell him. "Jesus, Derek, I'm pussy on a plate right now." You lift your leg, rubbing against him, but only the fly of his jeans provides any feeling. "And you can't even get hard??"

"You're coming on a little strong," he says faintly, as if he's being cornered by a feral animal. And in a way he is.

You lean back on the little dressing room seat, hiking up your skirt. "At least eat me out, for Christ's sake," you whine, fingers dipping into your dripping-over cunt.

"Darling! You're acting like a crazy person," he says, shielding his eyes as you desperately finger yourself.

"You're such a pussy," you grunt out, breath hitching as you fuck yourself on two, then three fingers.

"You're not wearing any panties??" he says too loud, but you're past caring who hears, or if anyone even walks in. You'll gratefully fuck the store manager and the security guard who'll probably come to haul you away.

Derek keeps his gaze averted as you continue shamelessly fucking your hand, reaching inside your dress to twist your nipple. "Derek.. fuck.. you just gonna stand there and be useless?" You shove a fourth finger in your snatch, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your boyfriend is deeply afraid as he risks a peek from between his hands covering his face. "You look possessed! You have to stop or someone's going to hear you!"

"Baby, please, put your cock in my mouth," you beg, still working yourself into a frenzy. "Jizz on my face, anything, please!" You're on the floor now, riding your own fingers, your other hand madly strumming at your clit like a perverted version of air guitar.

There's a knock at the dressing room door, to which you answer "Go away, we're fucking" Then you come, squirting all over the bathrobe Derek was going to gift his dear mommy.

"You're lucky that guy didn't turn us into the police," Derek says, tight-lipped as he leads you back towards the center of the mall. "Got it all out of your system?" He's leaving the store embarrassed and minus any gifts.

"Yes," you sigh in exasperation, though it's a bald-faced lie. The need is growing again and you're just a slave to it. Your hands itch to go up your skirt again, to relieve the tension before it becomes unbearable.

And there he is, right where you left him before. Fucking Santa Claus. Like he's been waiting for you this whole time.

"Let's take a picture," you pull on Derek's hand. "Please? End the day on a good note?" You do your best to look contrite but all you're thinking about is sitting on that sleazy man's lap, maybe getting felt up. It'd be fucking amazing to have someone touch you besides your own fingers.

Before he can even protest you're practically skipping past the velvet rope and traipsing up the candy-cane lined walk to the big green chair where Santa sits. His eyes already on you, he pats his lap, tongue peeking out between his lips.

Derek follows after, but is stopped by one of the elves, who tells him he has to pay in advance for a photo.

"And what's your name?" Santa murmurs, discreetly adjusting himself as you seat yourself on his lap. "Does it matter?" you ask, subtly lifting the back of your skirt as he pulls his thick hard cock. "Guess not," he chuckles low and deep, then hisses as your slick tight cunt envelops him.

"My fucking god," he says lowly, doing all he can to keep from thrusting up into you as your boyfriend comes up, all smiles as he watches you get cozy with Santa. He makes as if to sit on Santa's other thigh. "Not you," Santa grunts, his hands on your waist as you clench and throb around him. Derek holds a smile and stands to the side opposite you.

This, this is what you needed. His cock isn't even all the way in, the way you pulse around him pushes him out a little until his hands grab your waist, as if to pose you for the camera, and pushes you down, bottoming out within your sopping wet cunt.

"Gonna leave a mess on me," he murmurs. "Already got my lap soaked. And the suit's a fuckin' rental."

His breath smells like cigarettes and cheap booze and it's only making you want him more. "Fuck, I needed this.."

"You been a good girl this year?"

"Not at all."

He leans in and whispers: "Good girls get presents. Bad girls like you get to sit on Santa's fat cock." He shifts his lap up a little, jutting up into you and you bite your lip to barely suppress a moan.

Your picture is being taken with Santa but you could give a shit. Cockwarming him while he's whispering filth in your ear is the most fun you've ever had.

"Does baby girl want a candy cane?" he asks when it's time for you to go. Derek goes to pay, leaving you alone with Santa again. "We have some more in the elf cottage, You gonna come get one? Gotta earn it first.." His gloved finger traces your arm. "C'mon, ditch the wanker."

The elf cottage is a sparse room for the Santa's Wonderland employees to take their breaks, and right now it's filled with the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh, your moans muffled by the fluffy red hat he put there to quiet you as he bends you over the folding table and rams his holly jolly dick into your stretched needy cunt.

"That's it, baby, fuckin' take it. Let Santa stuff your tight lil' stocking," he grunts.

You moan around the red fluff of his hastily discarded hat, throat burning with all your pent-up screams. Christ, you've never had anyone so disgusting, so eager, so perfect to satisfy this itch that you've been unable to scratch yourself.

And lord, his cock is the most filling thing you'll ever have. You already know he's going to leave you gaping for the next few days.

He watches the ripples of your ass as you throw it back on him, taking his entire fucking shaft so that with each thrust his balls thwack against your inner thighs. "Tight and wet.. lil' bitch in heat, ain't ya?" he teases, circling his hips so you feel him against every square inch of your aching snatch. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, finally spitting out the stupid hat.

"Fuck me Santa, fuck me Santa, fuck me Santa," you chant in broken moans, pushing your hips back, demanding it hard and fast, which he gives even as you come, clamping down all around him in a vise grip.

"Jesus," he growls, pulling out and kneeling behind you. He purses his lips to your dripping cunt, wiggling his tongue against your folds before licking a wide stripe upwards, teasing your asshole with his tongue. You practically shove your ass against his face, his gloved hands spreading your cheeks to get better access.

Grabbing a candy cane from a basket on the table you unwrap it with your teeth and hand it to him. It's thick and hard, and Santa knows just what to do with it. Feasting on both your holes, he takes the candy cane and watches it disappear into your glistening pussy. Hearing your gasp encourages him to keep going, fucking you as his tongue keeps rimming your ass, delving into tease you.

There's a knocking at the makeshift cottage door, then a moment of silence and a "God damn it, Joel, not again!" from the other side. "Fucker's always doing something," the person, most likely one of the elves at the cash register, mumbles and walks off.

He's back inside you, sliding the candy cane between your lips, moving it in and out just as he moves in and out, keeping you spread open so he fill you with every inch. "Babygirl likes havin' somethin' to suck on, don't she?" he mutters, pumping steadily into you. "Gotta be a good girl and tell me where ya want it."

"Inside me," you beg, and he moves double time, hands on your shoulders as he ruts up against you, slamming every inch until you cry out again, knees buckling as you come hard and Santa Joel follows soon after, his jizz painting your insides in warm sticky ropes.

"Lick me clean, baby," he murmurs, and you immediately go to your knees, taking him deep into your mouth, your jaw aching as the tip of him hits the back of your throat. When you gag he keeps you there, your mouth filling with saliva until it spills out from your lips, mixed with his cum. You bob your head on his length, eyes watering as you look up at him, your cunt still throbbing as you start to leak him on the floor.

"Fuuuuck yes," he growls, hand on your head, teeth sinking into his lower lip as you suck him off, and it's a Christmas miracle he's hard again, and he's about to come. He holds your head still and facefucks you, your hands cupping his ass to stop him from going too shallow-- you need to be deepthroated for once in your life.

Santa Joel lets out another curse as he uses you to come, spurting his Christmas magic down your throat. "There's a good girl. Babygirl's thirsty for what Santa's got, huh?" he teases as you greedily swallow every bitter, salty drop.

Clothes are straightened before you leave the little elf cottage, but the look of satisfaction is plain on your face as you suck on the candy cane that you'd been fucked with only moments before. Santa Joel puts his hat back on his head and shuffles over to the helper elves. "I'm goin' out for another smoke break," he tells them.

The head elf puts her hands on her hips. "Joel, you're not allowed to take ten smoke breaks an hour!" But by then he's already on the way out, both middle fingers in the air to salute her.

Derek joins you, looking puzzled as he studies the holiday photo -- there's something off about the face you're making in it. "Did Santa give you that candy cane?"

Grinning, you slurp up the sweet peppermint that still has traces of your own flavor on it. "And then some."

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raestromboli · 4 months ago

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𝒢𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒮 𝒲𝐸 𝐵𝒪𝒯𝐻 𝒜𝐼𝒩’𝒯 𝒮𝐻𝐼𝒯!

ᡴꪫ 𓂃 chris finally commits to a relationship! he swears up and down that he’s happy . . . but his girlfriend isn’t the reason why.

cw. ┊ 18+, not proofread, cheater!chris x milf!reader, smut, established relationship but not between reader, cheating, vulgar language, pet name usage, age gap﹙chris is 21, reader is 29﹚, gfs name is eve, persuasion, mild manipulation, cunnilingus﹙he eats it from the back﹚, spanking, backshots, overstimulation, creampie, y’all almost get caught, mdni.

⌗ the age gap between chris and r is not gonna align w the gf bc i feel uncomfy writing chris any younger and i am NOT gonna write the reader as an old ass woman 🤍 hope y’all get it

chris doesn't even have a damn clue on why he’s currently standing in front of his girlfriend’s mom’s residence when he knows his girlfriend isn't even inside the house.

though, all he wants is to see is her mom . . . her fucking mom.

it's kind of ridiculous, he thinks, how he has a crush on his girl's mom and calls her a milf in his head. he feels sick and twisted for even thinking of those lewd and perverted thoughts, but it’s almost addictive. you’re addictive. he really doesn't want to admit it, but chris was obsessed with comparing his girlfriend to you.

your curves, your pretty tits, your waist, your oh so soft thighs, and your lips. oh fuck, your lips. all he could think is . . . why couldn't your daughter take those features?

knocking on the door twice, the door immediately swings open to be met with your doe eyes staring up at him, worry settling in on them, "oh, chris—what’re you doing here, sweetie?" you pout sympathetically, noticing how chris looked so disheveled; hair sticking up in awkward places and little beads of sweat forming on his upper lip, “are you looking for eve?”

chris decides to play innocent, nodding his head and pouting at you.

“‘m so sorry, honey. she just left.” your voice was so smooth and comforting. he could only imagine how you’d sound when you’re getting your back blown out by him.

he raised his brows, pink lips forming into an 'o' as an attempt to look oblivious, " o-oh, shit. my bad." he huffs out a nervous laugh, turning around to begin walking off.

"wait!" you suddenly yelled. if chris didn’t know any better, you might’ve sounded desperate.

he looked so flustered and parched, so the least you could do for the sweet boy was to nurse him back to hydration . . . right? when chris stopped in his tracks, you didn't get to see the wicked smirk on his face before he turned around, meeting your eye.

“yes, ma’am?”

you frowned, "please don’t go back out there. i know you walked over here, poor boy."

fuuuck, you’re so caring. it makes his dick hard.

you widen the front door and chris immediately gives in, grinning and thanking you while heading inside your home. he’s been in your house before, but something about being just the two of you, alone, made everything feel special. just thinking about it made him feel like a perv—he was getting off to it, though.

chris eyes you the whole time.

you make your way into the kitchen, leaning down as you open the fridge door and pull out a pitcher of lemonade. you’re completely oblivious about the two blue eyes that ogle at your tits, or your ass when you bend down. that just makes it funner for chris. you pour the liquid in a tall glass and slid it over to the boy who sat himself down on the kitchen island.

while doing so, you couldn’t help but wonder if he really all this way to your house.

“chris, did you really walk all the way over here? if you wanted to come over, you could’ve called me, sweetie. i would’ve drove you.” chris took a few seconds to answer, a little busy chugging down the refreshment. some of the liquid slipped past his lips and ran down his chin.

his adams apple bobbed as he finished the last of the lemonade, setting the glass down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "yeah, sorry. i will next time." chris giggles lowly, eyes boring its way into yours.

you smile at him when you both went quiet, “do you, uhm, want me to call eve and tell her you’re here?”

“nah, let it be a surprise.”

you teasingly coo at him, a coy grin playing at your lips when chris meekly shrugs, “she’s so lucky to have you, y’know.”

that makes him smirk, “yeah?”

“yeah.” it’s your turn to act shy, crossing your arms under your chest nervously. you spot chris’ eyes traveling down your chest, but you don’t say anything.

“soooo, you don’t have a man or somethin’ like that?”

“. . a man?”

he shrugs again, but with more confidence. a cocky smirk plays crooked on his lips while he continues, “like, someone you can depend on?”

“i guess not,” you huff out a laugh, “i’ve been too busy raising eve that i’ve never really thought about that.”

oh, but you have.

it’s so wrong, so disgusting and immature of you, but you think about it . . with chris . . . a lot. of course, you just wouldn’t admit it. you pushed those thoughts aside before you could get too carried away.

“damn,” he purses his lips, “you ever get lonely?”

you playfully furrow your brows at chris, “that seems a little inappropriate to ask that about your girlfriend’s mother.”

“is it?” he smirks while sliding his tongue over his bottom lip, “i just wanted to know a little more ‘bout you.”

you notice the atmosphere change in just a second. it makes you nervous.

“what do you wanna know?”

“i dunno . . .” chris then shrugs, maintaining eye contact with you as he walks past you. his hands paw at your waist to move you aside, purposely grinding his bulge against your ass. he hears you suck in a shaky, deep breath and a grin blooms across his face, “would you fuck a younger guy?” he turns the sink faucet on, so he’s unable to hear the shocked gasp that slips past your lips.

“chris! that’s h-highly inappropriate!” your head whips over to your left to stare at chris in bewilderment, eyes widened like saucers and lips parted.

you watch chris turn the faucet off, wiping his wet hands on his jean clad thighs before turning to face you, “sooo, no?”

“i-i can’t answer that—“

“why not?”

he can’t be serious.

you scoff at him, your eyes straining a bit as you try not to stare at the obvious bulge poking from chris’ jeans. he leaned against the sink counter with his arms crossed over each other, looking at you with his eyes darkened with lust.

“please don’t make me say it.” you can’t even muster yourself up to care as you beg chris. you’re just hoping all this was just one of those wet dreams you’ve been having of him lately.

chris knows you won’t say it, so he takes the cake for you, “what eve doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

you feel more lightheaded each step chris takes toward you, the potent smell of his cologne invading your senses. he’s even more prettier close up—your head’s so fuzzy, “i-i can’t do that to her, chris.” you whisper.

“no?” chris’ sympathetic pout seems purely fake when his hard stare on you intimidates you, “you sayin’ you don’t want me?”

“chris . . .” you whimper softly.

“c’mon, say it. you’ll be my good girl, won’t you?”

you can’t believe how a younger man like chris could have so much power over you. his suave voice immediately makes you fold, along with his piercing gaze that leaves you cowering.

two hands wrap around your waist to pin you against the counter, his bulge pressing against your bare thigh.

“i . . i want you.” you managed to spit it out with chris pushing his body impossibly closer to yours, his chest smushing against yours and his breath fanning over your face. he smiles at you, and it almost seems innocent before he leans in and locks his lips with yours.

it’s been so long since you’ve kissed someone, let alone been with a man this close to you. so you expect chris to pull away and sneer at your sloppy motions, but instead he sighs in almost relief against your lips.

chris’ kisses are messy and uncoordinated, but somehow in the best possible way. he sucks on your bottom lip, whining nasally while he lets you explore his mouth. your lips are coated in a glossy sheen with his saliva when he pulls away, panting and staring at you with low eyes—almost like he was high.

“. . . you’d let me fuck you? hm?” he mumbles as his head lowers down to hide himself in your neck, starting to attack the sensitive skin on your pulse point immediately. that action makes you keen and paw at his shoulder.

“uh huh, please.” you whine desperately, your hand rising up to fist chris’ soft hair as he grazes his teeth against the bruise that started glooming on your neck, soothing the sting with a kitty lick. you barely recognize yourself; you’ve become so needy for your daughter’s boyfriend that you can’t even think about any of the consequences. and in some way, it makes the whole situation just seem better.

you don’t know how you’ve landed in this position, nor how you’ve ended up in your bedroom; you, with your face smushed against your pillow and your ass up high, kisses being placed all over your thighs. it’s been ten minutes since chris has had you in this position, soaked panties pooling at your ankles while he teased you everywhere except where you needed him most.

“chris,” you whimpered, lifting your head up to glance over at him from your shoulder, “please.” you both know what you’re begging for, but chris wants to hear it.

he wrapped his hands around your waist to maneuver you closer to his face and spit directly onto your drooling cunt, smirking as you squeal, “what do you want, then? tell me and i’ll give it to ya’.”

it wasn’t a lie that chris brought out the slut in you.

“i want your mouth . . and your fingers.” you whined quietly, pouting while you wave your ass around when the throbbing in your clit started getting unbearable.

your brain cancels out whatever comes out of chris’ mouth next the moment he finally hovers his mouth over your sopping clit, he gently strokes a thumb up and down. opening you up slowly, he creates a single slow lick to make you whimper. it doesn’t take him long to succumb his need as he dives in, tongue lulling out to lick a thick stripe from your clit and to your hole. a groan emits from him as the taste of you spreads throughout his tastebuds. it’s like your pussy was a drug. he’s addicted to you from just one taste.

you could feel his stubble scratch along your thighs as he eats you out with vigor, his chin and the tip of his nose slick when he practically stuffs his face in between your thighs.

“oh m’god!” you squeal against your pillow as chris wraps his plush lips around your puffy nub, sucking on it like a pacifier and humming like you were the best meal he’s ever eaten.

chris finds it so amusing how you responded to his touches. whether it’d be him grazing his hand across yours, or he’d be tongue deep in your pretty pussy. you’re so sensitive and he knows you’re just seconds away from coming undone, but he’s just getting started.

he’s so messy and sloppy with your pussy; letting you coat his face in your essence and groaning lewdly while he shook his head side to side with his tongue flat against your clit. he also lets you shake your ass in his face to grind your weeping cunt the way you subconsciously liked.

“chrisss,” you whined, gasping, “‘m gonna cum.” but he’s already one step ahead, hands holding your thighs done and pulling away to spank your ass.

“nah, you’re gonna hold that shit. i’m not done with you.” and when you start huffing and whining, you get another spank, but on your pussy. a high pitched moan slips past your lips at the sting, cheeks heating up as you hear chris chuckle behind you.

when your daughter’s boyfriend puts his mouth back to work on your needy pussy, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you gasp. why was chris so good at eating you out?

the knot in your lower stomach already starts forming when his lips wrap around your nub once again, thighs shaking around chris’ head as your orgasm quickly approaches.

“oh!—i can’t hold it. i-i gotta cum.” you huff nasally. you wrap your arms around your pillow and hug it tightly against your body, the motions on chris’ tongue gradually getting more calculated. and when he doesn’t respond to you, you take it as a sign to let go.

chris let his tongue circle your clit at a relentless pace before then he felt it; he heard you. a cry of his name. you coated his tongue, muscles clutching as your ass practically shook against his face. you were shaking—your legs couldn't stop twitching. if it weren't for his firm grip on your thighs, you wouldn't have been able to withstand so much.

with a final lick to your sensible core, he drew out a whimper from you. you had to reach out and push his head away when you started getting overstimulated.

it’s been so long since you had a proper orgasm, and you could barely take it. you’re whining under your breath as you try to come up from your high, face shoved into the pillow to avoid chris seeing you so slutted out.

a large hand comes up to cup your butt, squeezing the fat in his palm before letting go to give you a slap. he bites away a smirk when you gasp and look over your shoulder with a glare.

“think i’ll be able to fuck you better than men your age?” you know chris was challenging you, but frustration had been bubbling up inside you ever since his nonstop teasing.

you sneak a small smile at him, “maybe? i’m not sure.” and when you hear the shuffle of his zipper and his belt unbuckling, you couldn’t be too sure that you’d grow to be right.

“yeah, we’ll fuckin’ see ‘bout that.” he mumbles, scoffing out a small laugh as he strokes his leaky cock and huffing under his breath. chris uses his free hand to cup your waist when he thrusts forward to come in contact with your puffy cunt, his pink mushroom tip moving in languid motions over your sore nub. your brows pinch together at the feeling of his heavy dick being hugged in between your folds, so lost in the euphoria that you fail to hear your phone ringing until chris leans away to grab your phone.

“wha—“

a wicked smile forms on his face as he taps you on your shoulder, bringing the screen splayed out as your daughter’s name up to your face. when you lock your eyes with it, you gasp and hurriedly place your palms flat against the bed, shooting up and attempting to grab your phone from chris before he pulled it back from you.

“don’t answer it!” but it’s too late.

“hello? mom?”

your eyes widen as chris snickers quietly behind you.

“o-oh,” you clear your throat, fighting a small moan that dared to slip out when he starts to create soft, chaste kisses near the inside of your neck. you nearly backed your hips up against him, but you knew if you did, you wouldn’t be able to stop, “hi—hi honey.”

“umm,” eve stutters out a laugh, “are you okay?”

your words get caught in your throat when chris reaches down to fist his dick and tap his leaking tip against your drooling pussy, squeezing your eyes shut as you pray that the wet pat pat pat didn’t pick up on the other line.

“‘course i am . . . w-why wouldn’t i be?”

“okayyyy, if you say so,” she snickers once again, “but could you facetime me? i want to show you this top i’d think you lik—“

“no!” and when there’s a long pause, you continue hurriedly, “sorry, baby. i just mean . . i can’t right now.”

“uhh, okay. i’ll just buy it for you some other time.”

“yeah. thanks, honey. i’ll s-see you later, ‘kay?” you tuck your lip between your teeth as chris uses his dick to play with your needy pussy.

“. . . sure? bye m—“

chris ends the call for you, throwing your phone somewhere across your room with a cocky smile.

he chortles, “jesus, you’re bad at lying. just tell your daughter you’re ‘bout to get fucked by her boyfriend.”

you glare at him, immensely bringing your brows into a furrow, “no, i’m not gonna say that. are you crazy?”

“maybe.”

your eyes rolled—yet part of you felt like he wasn’t exactly lying. after all, he could probably be insane. perhaps he was. who would even seduce their girlfriend’s mother anyway . . . ?

to be frank, you couldn’t really care. all you really cared about was getting pleasured—riding out orgasm after orgasm with him, and that’s exactly what you ended up doing for hours on end.

you would find yourself with your ass perked up high in the air, arms folded over each other as chris mercilessly pounds into your sweet pussy, relishing in how you squealed and whined at the pure stretch and length of his cock. you’ve always known he’d be big; those grey sweatpants gave him no mercy on him, but to have him deep inside you, he felt so much more bigger.

“look at you, takin’ my cock like a big girl.” it’s ironic, considering how he’s almost a decade younger than you, but chris really was proud of you. the minute he started sliding the head of his dick near your slick entrance, you were immediately running away and gasping that he wouldn’t fit. but with a little work, he’s got you moaning and all fucked out for him.

chris playfully brings a hand to feel near your tummy, his fingers plucking the fabric of your tanktop and sliding it further, further and further until his thumb brushes against your perky nipples. of course you just happened to not have a bra on.

“c-chris,” you moaned, body shaking and bouncing with every hard thrust your daughter’s boyfriend gave you. it’s so sudden—in just seconds, he’s had you with your back flush to his bare chest, his hand around your throat and your palms flat on your bed to fuck you impossibly deeper. you felt your back arch off his back and it didn’t take long for him to reach that particular spot. once you felt his tip prod against there—way past inside the orifices of your cunt, you let off a sweetened whimper.

“feel good, honey?” chris mocks lowly against your ear, using a hand to cup your bouncing tit and lightly pinch your nipple. he wraps that arm around your torso to keep you steady before his free hand slithers down in between your thighs to catch your clit in his fingers. he rubs soft motion on your sensitive nub and immensely watches your face contort into something pretty and fucked out, “take this dick like a good girl, baby. c’mon, i know you can.” he groans against your ear.

he keeps fucking you like that until your arms give out and you can’t hold yourself up anymore, letting you hide your arms under the pillow and lay your chest flat against the bed. chris leans down to watch your sweet cunt swallow up his cock each time he pulls away, a creamy white ring forming on the thick base. he grabs onto the fat of your ass and smiles in awe as he gawks at the way you fuck yourself back onto him eagerly, your ass clapping against his pelvis noisily.

eyes roll into the depths of your cranium so far back that your vision was pure black. squelch after squelch—it was so erotic, the build up of your incoming release yet again.

it was so slow and tense, you felt your thighs ache and tremble the more you were arched all over for chris; the most sluttiest arch he’s seen in a while.

you found yourself whining out his name as if it was a lewd mantra. over and over again. to chris, though, it was purely music to his ears.

“chris—chris!” you cried out with a squeal, practically a warning before you tense up, hips rapidly twitching as you cum around chris’ dick. white floods your vision when he fucks himself into slower and deeper, letting you ride out your orgasm until you calm down and grow lax against his hold.

god, this was so wrong.

“fuuuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” chris groans as his eyes roll to the back of his head when your hole tightens around his cock. his release vastly approaches and just within seconds, you’re getting filled up to the hilt. your cunt was practically overflowed with such dumps of his cum—you’ve never felt more filled. he shook a little, a hand gripping your ass as you slowly whined your hips to milk him for what he’s worth.

“atta girl.” chris purrs, that same sly smile pressing against his lips as he leans down to kiss you from over your shoulder. his gaze was so hypnotizing. such pools of blue that looked like it had a story to tell . . .

maybe that story is ready for another day though.

thankfully you didn’t get caught.

or did you—you both left your bedroom, you limping down the stairs with chris’ help. but what you don’t realize is how your daughter is already home, sitting down on the couch and busying herself with a movie.

eve spots you both with a smile, you and chris both scrambling apart with bewilderment sketched across your faces. she snickers at you.

“why were you guys upstairs?”

you glance at chris, who somehow had a solemn look on his face, and back at your daughter, “i, uh . . . i was showing him the bathroom.”

“oh . . okay. wellll, i bought you some clothes, i’ll go put them up in your room!” and then she’s getting off the couch, walking up to chris to cup his cheek and place a kiss on his lips. it momentarily brings disgust to you, but you swallow it down when he glances at you.

“you good?” chris chuckles under his breath.

you smile back at him, “. . yeah.”

you don’t know if you’re starting to regret it, or if you want more, but you don’t get more time to think it through when your daughter calls your name from upstairs.

“erm. mom? is this shampoo—? what’s this white stuff on your bed? doesn’t look like shampoo.”

the both of you share the same frozen expression, impish smiles fading before chris nudges you to speak after long seconds passes.

“huh? oh, that’s, uh, mayonnaise. i forgot to clean up after myself.”

eve giggles, “aren’t you allergic to mayonnaise?”

you mentally facepalm, feeling yourself break into a sheepish sweat before you let out a low, “i guess not that brand of mayonnaise.”

“right. riiiight,” your daughter mutters, hearing her footsteps across the floor. it was abrupt, and you felt something fall—adding a followup of her yelling out her boyfriend’s name, “wait a minute . . .” and she glances down near the floor. “aren’t these your boxers, chris?”

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k-hotchoisan · 11 months ago

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b4 anything I js wanna say that I appreciate ur writing so much like they're always so fucking good!!

can we hace a fic / oneshot / wtv of wooyoung inspired by some twt link?? it's of ur choice !!!

ilysm and happy new years eve!!

Happy new year to you too darlin! Thanks for being patient and also for giving my fics so much love!

Here’s one twt link for you 🩷

I love you so much too 🥹🩷

to the side

Wooyoung finds in himself in a predicament when he’s asked to wake you up—to fuck you or not. Of course he does.

part two here 💖

Genres/warnings: perv&DILF!wooyoung, wooyoung is your friend’s rich uncle, unprotected sex, quickie(kind of), light choking, cream pies, slight somoniphilia, kinda filthy LMAO

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You lie on your friend’s bed, forcing yourself not to fall asleep on her soft mattress, especially when her blankets are all over you.

“Don’t fall asleep yet. Dinner is gonna be ready in a bit”, she teases, poking your cheek. You grumble slightly, staring up at your friend. “See, that’s what happens when you’re binging that stupid romance reality show till 4am.”

You stick your tongue out playfully. Your friend rolls her eyes.

“But for real though, dinner is gonna be pretty busy later tonight.”

You sit up slightly. “And why’s that?”

“My brother is coming back home, and you know how much of a crush he has on you. The moment he knew you were coming to the dinner, he booked a flight back.”

You blink, pretty unamused. Sure, your friend’s brother was a looker, and you were flattered that he apparently had eyes for you. But there was someone else. Someone, who from the first moment you saw him, would leave you squeezing your thighs a little-

“-and then Uncle Wooyoung is coming over as well.”

You bite your lower lip at the sound of his name. It was such a messed up thing—your friend trying to hook you up with her brother, but there was only one person who caught your eye ever since the camping trip her family organised—Wooyoung.

Since then, you wonder when her family would invite him over again. He was bright and had such an addictive personality when you interacted with him. You pray that he never heard the hammering sound of your heartbeat whenever he bumped his knees against yours, whenever he smiled at you, when he held your chin to steady your face as he wiped the sweat off your face after you helped out to cook dinner with him.

The tension had always been there. It’s just whether he had realised it as well. And the thought of him feeling the same way? Gods, your heart would never beat like a normal person’s, not when he seems to find joy in teasing you when he’s around the vicinity.

“Jesus, y/n, your face is red. Thinking about my brother much?” She giggles.

You cup your cheeks, feeling the heat flush on your cheeks at the thought of Wooyoung, before you bury your face with her blankets. It was annoying how your friend was wholly convinced that you felt the same for her brother, despite the lack of interest you reciprocated to her whenever he was mentioned. Nonetheless, you think that it’s better than her finding out that you have a fat crush on her uncle.

Well, she doesn’t need to know.

The conversation soon dissolves into a comfortable silence. Thirty minutes later, your friend leaves you to fall into a deep slumber as she slips off her bed to help set up the dinner table.

Wooyoung steps into his brother’s mansion, fitting his sunglasses into his raven hair. His niece runs to him and greets him cheerfully, and he ruffles her hair, earning a pout from her.

“Your brother’s not back yet?” Wooyoung asks, his eyes scanning the table. His niece shakes her head. “The traffic is bad from what he told me like fifteen minutes ago. He told us to start without him.

Right, y/n is here too.”

And that’s when Wooyoung’s ears perked up.

“Of course she is.”

He feels his heart soar. From the moment he had met you at his brother’s dinner party he held for Christmas a year ago, he couldn’t tear his eyes off you. And it only sprouts and grows when you had joined his niece’s camping trip Wooyoung’s brother organised for the long weekend. He knows it’s sinful but he can’t help it.

At first he thinks your reactions when he lightly flirts with you are adorable—the light pink tint that reaches your face as he teases you, before you pout and swipe him off. Then, it’s the secretive glances you would steal, thinking that he doesn’t notice—but of course he does. And finally, what almost sends Wooyoung into a spiral is when your gaze meets his as you lick the icing cream off your fingers from the cake on your friend’s birthday (it was cheesy as fuck too). He probably never had a pure thought since.

His niece’s light tug on his black polo sleeve snaps him out of his thoughts, and potentially a dangerously growing erection, as he turns to his niece with a forced smile.

“Could you wake y/n up for me? She’s in my room. I honestly did not want to let her take a nap since dinner’s nearing but I felt bad so I just let her sleep.”

Wooyoung swallows hard. Right. It’s just a quick task of waking you up from slumber right? Nothing more than that. He nods quickly, then disappearing into the staircase.

Your friend pauses for a moment, a little too late when she realises that she forgot to mention that you had your pants off the last she left the room. But the thought is scrubbed away when her dad calls her over.

Oh well.

Wooyoung’s mind starts floating to how you’d look asleep—peaceful? Probably very pretty since he was already entranced by how you’d look awake. Nonetheless, he wouldn’t know until he pushed the door open, and he hates the fact that his cock is already straining against his pants at the thought of you sprawled out in bed.

He knocks the door once, twice, before he announces that he’s coming in, and then he pushes the door open. Wooyoung’s breath is caught in his throat.

You’re there, definitely, breathing softly with the most calm expression, deep in slumber, covered in the seemingly endless amount of blankets. Wooyoung calls out your name once, twice as well, before he nears the bed. He tugs against the thick blankets, pretending to be unaffected by your soft groans which is evidently going right to his cock, that is, until what gets revealed to him under the sheets.

Your bare legs and thighs all out for him, only clad in a pair of pink panties hugging your hips, your padded top that had rode up, your tummy exposed to the cold air of the air conditioning. Wooyoung feels like it’s a reward just as much as it’s a punishment. His strings of rationale slowly continue to snap as he watches you shift in your sleep, the way you squeeze your thighs as more soft noises come out of you. He makes the daring decision to climb into the bed with you, careful not to wake you up with any sudden movements.

But you stir slightly, your hands reaching out to tangle the blankets in your fingers as you groan from the cold.

Not realising you had fisted Wooyoung’s shirt, tugging him down onto you, and Wooyoung yelps in surprise as his body weight falls onto you, alongside the blankets. You squeal, your eyes snapping open from the confusion, the smell of Wooyoung’s cologne flooding your nose.

Wooyoung is above you, more specifically, his lips are barely inches away from yours.

His thumb trails down to your lips, tugging at your bottom lip slightly. Any ounce of self control that remained in him has completely dissolved when he watches your eyes slip to glance down at his lips before it darts back to his eyes. That is when it’s clear as day that he wants you all to himself, and that he wants to fucking ruin you.

“Open for me, darling”, he coaxes, and you do, so easily for him, letting his thumb slip past your lips. The sleep is slowly being replaced by lust, overflowing lust that you’ve been holding back, trying to seal tight, now leaking through the holes Wooyoung has poked effortlessly.

His lips engulf yours—hungry and so soft. He tastes like heaven. You’ve been dreaming of just a taste of them, and he’s giving you the full course meal. It takes you mere seconds to melt into him and the kiss, your hands wrapping around his neck as you pull him deeper and deeper into this sinful intoxication. Your hands dig into Wooyoung’s hair, unintentionally tugging slightly, the sound that comes out Wooyoung only pools in your panties.

When he pulls back, his breathing is shallow, basking in the way your eyes look glazed out just from making out. It makes his greed look justifiable.

“I’d love to take my time to send you to heavens, darling, but your friend and her family is calling you for dinner”, he whispers, his voice sounding like honey, melting in your ears. Wooyoung believes he still has an ounce of rationale left at least.

And it’s completely obliterated when he hears you say “but it’s such a waste when I’m already looking like this for you.”

Wooyoung’s fingers are at the waistband of your panties, but he doesn’t pull it off. Instead he tugs your panties to the side, taking a sharp inhale at the wetness pooling out of your pussy.

He unbuttons his trousers, pulling his cock out, already leaking with precum. He’s failing at trying to compose himself, because he doesn’t waste time to shift your panties to the side and slide his cock right into you.

His hips snap against yours, and he holds your legs up. His mind is melting at the feeling of how warm your pussy is hugging him, how you’re completely undone by him, your arm over your mouth so you don’t make any noise, only soft moans leaving your lips.

“Dirty little girl, letting your friend’s uncle fuck you stupid like this”, Wooyoung mutters, watching the way his cock sinks and disappears into your wet cunt, fitting him perfectly when he hears you whimper beneath him. “Right on her fucking bed as well.”

“So good Wooyoung. You feel so full in me”, you gasp every time you feel his cockhead hit your cervix.

Everything about this is so wrong. But the truth was that it was unavoidable—it was in due time that the tension between the both of you snapped, and who could Wooyoung thank more than his niece, who sent him up, thinking it was harmless to simply just wake you up.

The way you’re loving every second of it makes Wooyoung think that it’s all the more worth, to fill you up so good, to taint you, to send you to paradise—even if it was gonna last for a moment, for now.

Mostly because he’s already planning to bring you home after this and keep you all for himself.

“Gods, your pretty little pussy was fuckin made for me”, Wooyoung hisses, whenever your cunt sucks him in. Wooyoung is definitely a noisy partner, and he knows that very well, and so he’s biting his cheeks, trying to stop himself from whining. It does the job, but he almost lets a couple of moans slip when he feels you clench around him every few seconds.

Your eyes are rolled back, one hand clasped over your mouth, and that makes Wooyoung wonder how much filthy words, noise, could leave your lips when he has you all for himself. You’re crying his name like a mantra, keeping your eyes on him despite your eyes gradually watering from the sheer pleasure, and Wooyoung almost breaks at the way you’re looking up at him as he fucks you dumb.

You love it. So fucking much.

Wooyoung’s hands snake to your throat, lightly squeezing you, his cock twitching as his orgasm taunts him. “You’re gonna be my good girl and take my cum, won’t you?”

You nod almost instantaneously, even when Wooyoung has his fingers wrapped around your throat, even when your cunt is fluttering around him, desperate to keep him, and especially when you realise you’re fucking head over heels for Jung Wooyoung.

“That’s my girl.”

Wooyoung stills in you, spurting cum right into your sopping pussy, before he snaps your panties right back into position, then diving right back to your lips for another hungry kiss, feeling your thighs shake pathetically against him.

Then he pulls you up with him to leave the bed, handing you your shorts.

“We shouldn’t keep them waiting, darling”, he says casually, watching you as you hastily pull up your shorts, his heart fluttering when he feels your soft hands on his as he leads you out of your friend’s room.

His fingers that curl around yours slowly lets go when the dinning hall comes into view.

“That took you awhile”, your friend’s mother says, untying her apron.

“Yeah, what took you so long?” Your friend pokes, already taking a seat at the table.

“She’s a heavy sleeper”, Wooyoung explains, his side glance meeting yours as he prides his playful smile. ��Had to find ways to get her to wake up.” You swallow hard.

Your friend scoffs in amusement.

You take the seat opposite your friend, where Wooyoung immediately takes the one beside you, which draws a confused expression from your friend, which you know is because she wants her brother to be seated there, but she doesn’t say anything. Her attention is being swept away when the door bell rings and she rushes off to greet her brother.

Wooyoung leans into you, his low voice reverberating in your ears, not doing anything helpful to prevent his cum from leaking right onto your panties.

“If you hold my cum in your tight little pussy like a good girl, I’ll breed two more loads into you when we get back”, he smiles, giving you a pat on your thigh before he pulls back, leaving your heart pounding in your ears. You force yourself to stand and smile as your friend’s brother walks in, his eyes brightening when he sees you, but all you’re thinking is your pussy just being full of Wooyoung’s warm cum, and how much more he’s about to pound into you once this agonising dinner is over.

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♡ ⭑.ᐟ 엔시티 드림 . . "merry christmas, loverboy!"

scenario . . ♡ you’ve been bragging about your christmas gift for the whole month and, even though your boyfriend had been arguing you couldn’t beat his gift for you, he was curious, after all, you were talking too much. he didn’t expect you to tell the truth. it’s the first christmas eve you’ve spent alone since you started dating, a few months ago, so you decided to prepare something memorable. he found you lying on the bed, completely naked, well, not completely since you had a big red ribbon around your breasts, offering yourself as the special gift.

content . . 𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!dream x fem!reader, first time as a couple! [mk] protected sex, praising, squirting, kinda rough sex, mark is lowkey a beast ♡ [rj] protected sex (in my mind), praising, breast play, renjun is a whiny sub ♡ [jn] unprotected sex, virgin!reader, big dick!jeno, power play, cervix fucking, creampie, jeno it’s too good for this world ♡ [hc] fingering, messy sex, mention of squirting, mirror sex, haechan is a bit of a perv and kinda mean (but wbk) ♡ [jm] fingering, cunnilingus, praising, jaemin is a softie and… kinda pussydrunk ♡ [cl] unprotected sex, implied breeding kink, mentions of children (as next christmas’ gift), GIVE THIS MAN A KID Y’ALL, chenle is completely obsessed ♡ [js] unprotected sex, creampie, clothed blowjob (?), slight size kink, jisung is needy

lola's notes .: oh, haii >.< i’m kinda back yippie! i’ve been facing terrible writer’s block that is eating me alive and i’ve been kinda… depressed bc writing is literally my favourite thing to do, (stardew valley, close your eyes) so it’s being hard for me… anyways, dropping this hc (which i didn’t know i could write on time) so you can enjoy it while i’m away! also, i’m closing requests for now :( i have like 8 in line and, as i said, i can’t write now, but i’ll do it as soon as possible. i have some other projects to do, so idk when i’ll open it again… well, that’s it, enjoy your holidays, my adorable “lola lovers” (you’ve been named by @lyvhie btw) and merry christmas! love y’all <3 (and wtf are these content warnings 😭😭)

Mark

as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, his mouth fell open. he opened and closed it several times while you giggled, watching your boyfriend freeze in the doorframe. he didn't know how to react. though he wanted to touch you, his mind wouldn't let him — not until you gave verbal permission, even though you were literally offering yourself to him. mark stood there smiling awkwardly, trying to hide his obvious arousal. but when you walked toward him, touching his arms and whispering sweet words, he melted. you peppered his face with kisses, running your hands over his body just as you'd imagined.

you gripped the bedsheets so tightly you thought they might tear. you knew your boyfriend had strong hips — he was a dancer, after all — but you hadn't imagined they were this powerful. mark had your face down, hips raised, completely lost in pleasure. he barely let you catch your breath between positions. you'd already reached one orgasm, and he was driving you toward another.

"fu-fuck, baby, slow down..." you murmured, feeling another climax building. you were already weak, but mark kept going round after round like he couldn't stop himself. his skills were undeniable as his hips snapped against yours in sharp, quick thrusts, hitting all the right spots inside you. your eyes rolled back as you drooled, completely undone, but he loved seeing you like this — pleasure-drunk and utterly satisfied.

"c-can't..." he gasped, sucking in a breath when you clenched around him. "been waiting for you my whole life. i can't stop, baby, i'm sorry." his voice was weak, matching his expression. mark truly couldn't control himself, his body moving on its own. "so pretty, baby... so pretty..." he murmured, gripping your flesh. you managed a faint smile at his praise.

one hand maintained its tight grip on your ass while the other traced down your spine, his touch ghosting over your skin before grabbing your hair and pulling you to him. his lips pressed soft kisses and bites to your shoulder as you reached back to hook your arm around his neck. mark buried his face in your neck, whimpering as he picked up his pace once again.

when your fourth orgasm hit, your breath caught, and suddenly you felt something warm and liquid beneath you.

"did you just... squirt?" mark asked, staring in awe with a goofy smile. "shit, this was so fucking hot." he kept talking, but you couldn't process his words, too exhausted to focus. he removed the full condom, disposing of it in the bathroom before returning to you. "let me clean this mess so we can enjoy a romantic christmas eve." he chuckled at your incoherent mumbling.

Renjun

he wasn't proud of his previous actions, but he had glimpsed you naked once or twice... It was an accident — or maybe he had peeked while you were changing. but seeing you fully naked for him now was simply mind-blowing. though he had a mental list of everything he wanted to do with you when the time finally came, he couldn't move. he was too stunned. when your smile began turning into a worried frown, he snapped out of it, walking toward you to cup your face and kiss you passionately.

jun had always shown you his strong and confident side. you never needed to worry — he was there, your super-boyfriend, ready to handle all your concerns. even though he looked small and fragile, he never let that affect your perception of him.

having him underneath you was heavenly. his big round eyes looked at you — especially your breasts bouncing right in his face — like you were the most precious thing in the world. whines escaped his plump lips whenever you rode him too fast or clenched too hard around him. it was all overwhelmingly satisfying and delicious; you wouldn’t want it any other way. turns out his gift was indeed better than yours.

he played with your breasts, squeezing the flesh, pinching and twisting your nipples, even licking his lips, eager to taste them. so you ended his torture. you bent closer and smiled gently at him. "go ahead, love." as soon as the words left your mouth, he took you in. renjun hollowed his cheeks, suckling your nipple, twirling his tongue around the mound, making you gasp when he nibbled it.

your hips rolled lazily on top of his, but his teasing made you pick up your pace. you placed your hands on either side of his head for support and soon you were riding him exactly how you wanted. you lifted your hips until just his tip remained inside, then slammed back down. renjun's whines were muffled by the flesh in his mouth, his eyes rolling back. a heavenly sight.

"jun... baby... i'm—fuck—close..." you whispered, biting your lower lip. he nodded vigorously, gripping your hips, thrusting back into you at a desperate pace until you were the one rolling your eyes back.

as you reached your high, you nestled your face in his neck, breathing heavily, still clenching around him, still hearing his whines. minutes later, his arms caged you as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder and whispered sweetly in your ear, "merry christmas, my love."

Jeno

he wasn’t surprised to see you like this — offered to him so openly. he’d seen you like this once before, back when you tried to seduce him for the first time. back then, he’d gently rejected you, saying it was too soon. he wanted you to be certain, especially since it was your first time. but now, as you lay before him, beautifully confident and presenting yourself to him on christmas eve, he couldn’t resist. not this time. you looked so sure, so ready to give him everything.

a soft gasp escaped your lips, a sound that sent a jolt straight to his core. jeno was slowly sheathing himself into you, mindful of every inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. your hands clawed at his back, drawing a hiss from him, though the sting was nothing compared to the intoxicating grip your pussy had on him.

“is it okay?” he asked, his voice gentle as he kissed your face. “i can stop if it’s too much.” he nuzzled his nose against your neck, breathing in your scent. “love, if it hurts too much, we can try another day.”

“jeno, babe, please, shut the fuck up.” you replied, eyes squeezed shut. “it is hurting a bit, but that’s fine. i mean, have you seen your size?” he chuckled softly, continuing to pepper your face with kisses, hoping they’d ease the discomfort. “just… move slowly, yeah?” you added, and he nodded, doing exactly as you asked.

his thrusts were slow and deliberate, each movement filled with care. jeno wanted this moment to be perfect for you, something you’d remember with a smile — or maybe something that would leave you aching for him whenever the memory crossed your mind. he wanted to mark you, to make sure no one else could ever compare. you were his.

when the initial pain faded, you urged him to move faster, to stop holding back. and he obeyed — because how could he ever deny his woman? his first move was to pin your wrists above your head, holding you firmly but tenderly in place. he loved the marks your nails left on him, but right now, he wanted to see you fully. vulnerable. exposed. his.

the shift in pace was overwhelming. he fucked you with a fervour you hadn’t expected, every thrust hitting deep, brushing against spots inside you that made your mind go blank. you were soaking, your wetness easing his way into you as his cock found its rhythm, pressing against your cervix over and over. the sensations left you moaning, eyes rolling back, utterly lost in him. jeno — usually so gentle and soft — was showing you a side of him you hadn’t known existed, and you loved every second of it.

when he finally came, filling you with his warmth, your body reacted instinctively. your toes curled, your back arched, and his name fell from your lips in a chant. he relished the sound, savouring every moan as if it were a symphony written just for him.

his chuckle broke the haze, followed by a cheeky question: “do we get more gifts on new year’s eve?” you frowned, opening your eyes to meet his gaze. there he was — your mesmerizing boyfriend, sweaty and glowing, with a grin that could light up the world. he traced his hands down your sides, leaning in close to whisper against your lips, “merry christmas…”

Haechan

you were already his goddess — his perfect little girlfriend whom he'd do anything for. he loved you more than himself and respected you like you were his owner (and you were), but he couldn't help wanting more. he wanted to touch your body and do even more things to you, and you knew that — haechan isn't exactly subtle about his thoughts or cravings. that's why you happily decided to give yourself as his gift. when he saw you naked, he moaned involuntarily, so genuine that you couldn't help but giggle. he tried to hide his growing boner, but it was useless, especially because you were smiling at him with that warm, sexy smile of yours that made him kneel immediately. he licked his lips and took off his shirt, ready to enjoy the best gift anyone could've given him in 24 years.

it was raw, messy, and definitely dirty. haechan was a perverted motherfucker with thousands of fantasies — you knew that — but having sex with him took things to another level.

he was always suggesting beach dates or pool days at his house because he wanted to see you in a swimsuit, or suggesting showering together — "jokingly," according to him— to save water. you caught his hints, obviously, and it just fueled you to tease him more. but now that he had the chance, he wouldn't let it go to waste.

he had you completely open for him, your legs spread — caged by his own — in front of the mirror. the sheets were drenched, as was his face, and you were already drooling, babbling something haechan couldn't care less about. he was too focused on your dripping core, which made obscene noises every time his palm connected with it. your grip was so tight on his thigh that your fingerprints marked his flesh.

"you didn't know what you were getting yourself into, baby..." he grinned, watching your dishevelled reflection. your eyes faltered for a moment, making you close them, and haechan stopped, making you whine. "nuh-uh, what did i say? keep your eyes on the fucking mirror and i keep going." he held your jaw, making you open your eyes and look at yourself. the shame had long since vanished, replaced by pure, raw pleasure and inhibition.

"but... it's too much, hyeok..." you whined, trying to catch his hand on your jaw, but it was futile. you could see his mocking grin.

"yeah? too much? then i should stop, huh? i don't wanna hurt my queen." as soon as the words left his lips, your eyes widened and a single tear rolled down your cheek in desperation. he'd been edging you for the past two hours, filling you with promises of making you feel good, satisfied, and giving you as many orgasms as you wanted — and he did, once. haechan made you squirt the first time and then... left you high and dry, begging for more. this wasn't how you'd imagined your christmas eve to be going.

"chan, please..." you whimpered, feeling his fingers circling your clit. "let me—cum..." you gulped before letting out a stream of pleas. when you felt his lips pressing softly against yours, you knew he'd finally let you release.

"now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" your moans grew louder when he inserted three fingers without warning, moving at a quick pace, curling inside you. "let it go, baby, give me another one. be a good girl and give me another one."

Jaemin

right, okay, you caught him. no handmade or expensive gift could beat yours. he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, admiring the stunning view before him. his smirk wouldn't fade as he walked toward you, ready to unwrap his gift. he wanted this to be the night of your life. fuck christmas at this point — you were his special event, and he would make it unforgettable.

"nana..." you whimpered, feeling your orgasm building. your boyfriend didn't hear, still devouring you like a starved man.

you'd been in this position for almost an hour now, lying in bed while Jaemin had his face buried between your thighs. before that, he'd explored your whole body with his hands, lips, and tongue. every inch of you had been kissed, licked, and nibbled. he made sure you felt special and loved — because you are.

"just one more, baby... i can't get enough of you..." he growled before diving in again. you gripped his hair, moaning loudly when he slipped two fingers inside you, fucking you while sucking on your clit.

jaemin wasn't even fully naked yet, still wearing his pants, having only removed his shirt because you'd begged. you needed to see him, to mark him. and there he was — your masterpiece, your gorgeous boyfriend covered in hickeys and love bites, just as he'd done to you. but you wanted more. you wanted to touch him, feel him, give him the same pleasure he was giving you — even more — but he wouldn't let you. not now. he was just too drunk in you to let you move.

just as he'd learned everything about you, he knew you were close — he'd seen the signs twice before — so he worked to overwhelm your senses. you came, releasing into his mouth once again, gripping his hair and chanting his name. he licked you clean before rising to hover over you, kissing your lips and letting you taste yourself.

"can my baby handle more?" he smirked. "i still have plenty of ideas to make this christmas eve unforgettable." he wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh and playfully slap his arm. soon he crawled off the bed, stripping off his remaining clothes. you glanced at him, noticing a darker spot on his boxers. "yeah... i might have cum just from tasting you..." you scoffed. "what? you're absolutely fucking delicious, baby. how could i not when i had my face buried in fucking heaven?"

Chenle

fuck. you had just broken him. he’d lost count of how many wet dreams he’d had about you, how many nights he’d jerked off thinking about your scent, your taste. and god, he hated it. he had you. he didn’t need to fuck his fist like some desperate, virgin high schooler. but he couldn’t bring himself to rush you, couldn’t risk making you feel forced. so he waited. and now, this moment? it was everything. it didn’t take much for him to lose control, pouncing on you like a man starved.

from the very beginning — from the day you slapped his face — he knew you were it. his perfect girl. the one he’d love until the end of time, marry, have kids with, and spend forever building a life alongside. it was always you.

and now, having you like this — sprawled out on the bed, back arched, skin glistening with sweat, lips parted as the sweetest, most intoxicating sounds spilled from them — he felt like the luckiest man alive. he was making you his, satisfying you in every way a real man should — your man should.

your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust into you with an almost desperate pace. yeah, chenle had imagined making slow, tender love to you, but his urgency wouldn’t allow it. he needed to feel you, to claim you, to pour everything he had into you.

“ch—chenle, fuck!” you gasped, fingers gripping the bedsheets for dear life. his cock was hitting every perfect spot inside you, and the pressure from his thumb on your clit was enough to drive you mad. why had you waited so long to let him have you like this?

“is it that good, baby?” his teasing voice only made you whine louder. he wasn’t even trying; it was almost unfair how effortlessly he could ruin you. you nodded breathlessly, and he leaned down, biting your lower lip before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him closer — as if he wasn’t already impossibly close. you were on the edge, desperate to fall over with him.

“don’t pull out, please…” you managed to whisper, your voice shaky as your release took over. your walls clenched around him, and you buried your face in his neck, biting down to muffle the intensity of your orgasm.

“not like i planned to,” he growled, his thrusts growing erratic. just a few more, and he spilled inside you, filling you to the brim as you’d begged him to. even then, he stayed, making sure he gave you everything he had.

“do you think we’ll be celebrating three months of our gift next christmas?” his cheeky tone earned him a playful slap on the back, and you shook your head, laughing softly.

“chenle, it’s too soon for that.” you brushed a hand through his damp hair, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “but merry christmas, love.”

Jisung

boy would be shocked. he didn't even blink for a full minute. the only sign he was "alive" besides his breathing was his quickly growing tent. he didn't notice his body's reaction until you touched him. he whined softly, letting you take control and lead him however you wanted. but when he realized he could fully enjoy his gift, something snapped inside him.

you had been teasing him from the start — whispering sweet nothings in his ear, touching all his sensitive spots, guiding his large hands over your body to untie the ribbon around your chest. when you were fully exposed to him, his hands engulfed your breasts, squeezing them as he prepared to taste them, until you stopped him.

he whined, frowning as he watched you sink to your knees, running your hands along his thighs. "darling, what are you doing, let me—fuck..." the words died on his tongue when you wrapped your pretty lips around him through his boxers. it was the hottest sight he'd ever seen of you, and he was losing control.

you teased him with your tongue while squeezing him, maintaining eye contact as he pleaded for more. you could feel him throbbing against your tongue as he whispered his desperate pleas. he felt ready to burst without proper stimulation. he was begging for it — begging for you. but you weren't ready to give in just yet.

that led to your current position — bent in half, completely exposed, with jisung's tall frame hovering over you as he moved frantically. the thin chain around his neck swayed with each thrust, brushing against your face.

"fuck—sorry, love. am i hurting you?" he whimpered. you managed a faint "no." taking that as encouragement, jisung sat up, lifted your hips, and continued his movements while stimulating your sensitive spot.

you were so aroused that the sounds were obscene and loud enough to make you blush. you'd never been this vulnerable with anyone before, and being this way with your shy boyfriend made you both embarrassed and deeply satisfied. his soft sounds merged with the wet noises, bringing you closer to the edge.

finally, he finished, every muscle in his body relaxing as he let out a satisfied groan, his head falling back. when you opened your eyes, jisung was hovering over you again. "you're so pretty..." he murmured, losing himself in your eyes before adding shyly, "but i finished inside..."

"don't worry. we're safe," you whispered against his lips. "merry christmas, ji."

"merry christmas, my darling," he smiled before kissing you.

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circescircle · 7 months ago

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Learn To Beg

An Adam x Reader fic

Omegaverse AU

Cw - Omegaverse and just whiny Adam / Dry humping / Adam being a perv / Small blood mention / Pregnancy mention

Adam can really beg if he wants something enough

It would have been funny if not so arousing, seeing Adam on his knees. Having such a large, intimidating person, who could easily throw you around like a ragdoll, kissing your calf while begging for something, anything.

“Please, sugartits,” he whined, nuzzling into your leg, “I know you said not to, but you just smell so good.”

You told him that you would be back. It wasn’t even twenty minutes. After all the times he fucked with you, you figured it would only be fair to return the favor.

Besides, he’s the softest a few days before his rut really hits.

“Just a taste,” he tried to nudge your legs open, “please? Can’t I let you feel good?” He whined again as you pushed his head back with a laugh. He gripped your legs, almost like they were the only thing keeping him grounded, as he tried to shove his nose into your cunt.

“Adam,” he huffed, “I don’t ask much of you,” you grabbed his chin, making him look up at you. Although, the sight made you pause.

He was flushed up to his ears, the biggest pout on his face, as he basically begged you with his eyes.

“I told you to wait and what did you do?”

He groaned, hiding his face back in your lap as he took a deep inhale, “I said I was sorry.”

You narrowed your eyes as you tugged his hair up to make him look at you. You swore that you felt his hips jerk at that, kinky bastard. “What did you do?”

He grumbled, avoiding your eyes. “Either you answer me or you can go through your rut alone.”

You both knew you wouldn’t do that. Not when you already felt light headed with how good he smelled.

He kissed his teeth, “Fucking- I stole your panties again, but-”

You gave him a look.

“But you just smell so good,” he pawed at your hips, thumb rubbing circles as another squeezed under your thigh, “You know I can’t help myself. Not when you smell so fucking delicious.”

You pushed him back with your hand, applauding yourself for managing not to fold like a house of cards, “You still didn’t listen. Why should I let you do anything if you don’t listen?”

He winced at the thought, “Fuck, baby, please,” he sat back on his knees, hands massaging your lower calves, “let me make it up to you, yeah? Do whatever you want. Make you see stars.”

How the Hell did Lilith and Eve leave him?

“Just let me put my knot in ya,” he licked his teeth as he looked up at you, “just once. Just need to feel you,” he kissed along your leg, up to your thigh, “Love how well you suck me in. How you scream my-”

He paused when you pushed him down again, “Try again.”

“What?” He looked a bit dazed at the sudden change. You were horny, he was horny, it was clear. He could smell it. “Baby, what are-”

“You want it? Beg,” you tried to discreetly rub your thighs together. He noticed, but couldn’t comment on it when you told him to beg? He’s Adam. He doesn’t beg.

“C’mon, sweetness, you know you want me. Why fight it?” He tried again, smiling sweetly as he inched closer. Only to be, of course, pushed down.

Again.

God, he was going crazy. He was drowning in your scent and he knew you needed him just as bad so why won’t you just let him fuck you? He whined, “Baby, what do you want?”

You cupped his cheek, leaning over to get close, “I want you to beg. Or you can jerk off in the shower,” you shrugged as you leaned back, Adam following you like a puppy.

He froze at the thought, his scent souring, “Okay, okay,” he bent over more, his head on your knees, “please. I just- Fuck, babe, I need you. Need to smell you. Smell how good you taste. How tight you are. Need to feel you,” he babbled as his nose followed the scent to your leggings, something he wished were gone so he could smell you from the source.

“I can’t think of anything right now, shit. Smell too good. You getting close to your heat, yeah? I could help. Wanna help,” he kissed along your thighs, leading to your crotch, “Could make you see Heaven, baby. I’d make you feel so good. You’d look so pretty, so perfect,” he whined as you shifted, your knee pressing into his groin.

He didn’t even notice that you were a flustered mess. Having him basically dig at your leggings while mumbling about how bad he needed you as he absently ground on your leg. Your scent making his mind muddled.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he whined, “Let me make you feel good,” he licked up where your cunt would have been, nipping at the cloth in frustration. His scent softened as he tried to convince you.

Your head fell back as you sighed, “Go ahead,” you patted his head before letting out an undignified squeak as he pulled you to him by your thighs.

“Thank fuck,” he pulled you in for a harsh kiss before kissing down on your neck, only barely missing your scent gland, biting at your pulse. “ ‘m not made for that begging shit. Made to make you feel good.” He mumbled on as he kissed and nipped at you. His hands tugged at your leggings as he pulled them off, pausing only for a second to glare at them as if they personally attacked him. “Just gotta get you out of this,” he peppered you in kisses.

Moving from your neck, to your breasts, then to your hips, he left a trail of marks. “You’re so cruel to me, you know?” He kissed your core before pausing to take a deep breath, “So fucking cruel.”

You held his hair, trying to keep your composure, and, of course, failing. “You- Fuck, you didn’t listen. Only get to if you’re good.”

He scoffed, “You’re mine. I should get to whenever I want,” he licked up, shuddering at the taste. “But you’re so fucking hot when you’re bossy and mad,” he mumbled something else as he started to eat at you, pressing open mouthed kisses as he savored just how delicious you tasted.

The room was heavy with both of your scents, the sound of him messily making out with your lower half filled the room, followed by your soft moans as you bit your finger. One hand grabbed your butt, keeping you in place while the other raked down your thighs to keep you from crushing his head. Not that he would mind, but he needed to breathe if he was going to fuck to later.

“Right there, please,” you whined, tugging at his hair. A low growl filled the room as he went back to eating you out, not wanting to be distracted. The vibrations sent a shiver down your spine, “So- So good for me. Feels so good. ‘m close. There- Fuck, right there.”

“Yeah? Gonna drown me in your scent? God, I hope you fucking do. Best way to die,” he mumbled as his hand found your clit, rubbing in circles as you tighten your grip on his hair.

You nodded absently, “Yeah, please, there. So close, I-” you let out a whiny moan as he continued to go at you, the overstimulation stinging.

“So pretty. Such a pretty, pretty girl, yeah? Gonna let me knot you?” He licked up as much as he could before moving up to kiss you, “Gonna let me mark you? Gotta show everyone who you belong to.”

You sighed, “Please.”

He grinned as he pulled down his shorts, not even needing to do anything because just hearing your pretty sounds was enough to get him hard. “Thank fuck,” he rubbed himself against your slick, “Been wanting you all day. Need that sweet puss, can’t fucking live without it.”

He pushed himself in with a smooth motion, groaning at just how tight you were, “Fuck, babe,” he let out a laugh to hide his moan, “trying to squeeze me? Shit.”

You whined at the overstimulation, not sure if it hurt or if it-

Yeah, no, you decided it felt good as soon as he started to thrust into you at a steady pace. He bit at your shoulder, drawing a bit of blood before kissing it, “So fucking tight. Just for me. Only ever me, right, babe?” You mindlessly nodded. He laughed at your expression, “Hardly started and you-” he paused as he let out a groan, “you’re… fuck, you…”

He huffed as he flipped you over as you huffed, pulling your legs down to the edge of the bed as he stood, “Gotta make sure you get it all. Gonna knot you real tight and good.” He pressed kisses up your spine, giving you goosebumps. He tried to hide his moans behind low growls, but you could hear the whininess behind them.

“So fucking pretty, aren’t ya? How’d I get so lucky?” He mumbled praises as he grabbed your hips with one hand, the other pinning your upper back into the mattress. “Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous. All f’me, yeah?”

You didn’t answer, too fucked out from the overstimulation and, maybe, having your face shoved into the blankets. Adam clearly didn’t like that as he slowed, “Answer me when I talk to you, bitch.” He bent down, giving you a harsh thrust with each word, “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you mumbled, tears pricking your eyes, “You. All yours.”

Adam softly laughed at your response, “Good girl. Now,” he sped back up, “you’re gonna take my knot, aren’t ya? Gonna be my breeding bitch? Fuck, you’d be so hot, all full of my cum. Too much so I’ll have to fuck it back into your sweet cunt. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

He groaned, his head falling to your shoulder as he started to lose himself, “So fucking pretty. All round, full of my kids. My pretty little wife. You’d be so good for me. I’d be good for you. Take care of ya. Keep you happy,” he groaned at a harsh thrust, “keep you full.”

He babbled on, his thrusts losing its rhythm as he muttered sweet praises into your neck, licking and nipping at your pulse. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum so deep inside ya that you can’t help but get pregnant. You wouldn’t mind, right? You love taking me, your sweet cunt says so with how much you’re sucking me in. Want my knot?”

You helplessly nodded, whining as you could hardly think of a coherent sentence, “Please.

“Then,” he hissed, “fucking take it,” he pushed himself as far as he could, giving a few more shallow thrusts as he rode your orgasms out. His head fell to your shoulder as he peppered your neck and jaw with soft kisses. He sighed, relaxing into you as his rut-obsessed brain quieted down.

Although, you knew it wasn’t the end when his dick was still hard and he smirked as he nipped your neck.

#adam x reader #adam x yn #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #cw omegaverse #omegaverse #hazbin hotel omegaverse #Alpha! Adam x Omega! Reader #Alpha! Adam

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doll3tt33 · 1 year ago

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╰➜ ⊹ ࣪ ˖┆soon to be inactive┆⊹ ࣪ ˖

she/her 𝜗𝜚 libra ☉ libra ☾ sag ↑ 𝜗𝜚 will come back to occasionally post and drop off a bot of the evans if I make any 𝜗𝜚 still a colin girlie

my most recent fic/hc! - my haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets ❥ colin zabel

everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer ❥ colin zabel

‘cause when you know you know ❥ colin zabel

my most recent c.ai bot! - playing dangerous ❥ colin zabel

a day in the life of a cleaner for homelander ❥ homelander

check your window, he’s at your window ❥ tate langdon

Goodbye for now! ♡

Requests are closed cuz I’m moving on with other interests, so this account wont be as active anymore. might come back one day.

a lil’ info:

• If you’re under 18, then it means this place isn’t for you and YA BETTER GET OFF MA PROPERTY!! On a fr note, please do not interact if you’re a minor.

• characters I’m sorta confident I won’t mess up with (aka characters you can request for): Kai Anderson, Tate Langdon, Austin Sommers, Kyle Spencer, Kit Walker, Colin Zabel, Peter Maximoff, Stan Bowes, Luke Cooper, Charles Decker, + characters from The Boys

• characters I’m not so confident with right now: James Patrick March, Jimmy Darling, Warren Lipka, Mr. Gallant.

I’ll need a rewatch to get a better grasp of their character so they won’t be ooc, but I’ll make them available to request in the future!

• general requests are cool! but I really appreciate requests with a specific scenario/AU. This is a kink-friendly blog, so feel free to go wild!

Bots & fics masterlist below the cut!

all of the bots below have detailed defintions and descriptions, along with example messages! So dw, none of them are empty carcasses of an ai bot

angst/dark themes - ✮ sfw - ❀ (might lead to) nsfw - ✧

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Kai Anderson:

𝜗𝜚 Fanfics:

Your faithless love’s the only hoax I believe in. ✮

𝜗𝜚 Headcanons:

Kai Anderson SFW headcanons ❀

𝜗𝜚 AI bots:

Being in a toxic relationship with Kai (based off the song ‘Ultraviolence’) ✮

Kai breaking into your home for revenge ✮/✧

Visiting spiritual counselor!Kai to seek guidance ✮/❀

Kai coming up to you at a bookstore ❀

Kai “accidentally” spilling his coffee all over you ❀

⇢ I recommend the bookstore one over the coffee one if u r looking for a standard Kai bot to use, cuz the former’s settings are improved ((but like the coffee one’s still aight ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Colin Zabel:

𝜗𝜚 Fanfics:

Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer ✧

My haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets ✧

‘Cause when you know you know ❀

𝜗𝜚 AI bots:

Getting arrested by Colin… again ❀

Having your first session with therapist!Colin ❀

Professor!Colin teaching you on your first day of college ❀

Peter Maximoff:

Peter challenging you to Pac-Man at the arcade ❀

Chilling with Peter in his room ❀

You’re both lonely on prom night so Peter invites you to join him ❀

Stan Bowes:

You’re the daughter of Stan’s boss and he has to pick you up from a party ❀

Having your first ever dinner with sugardaddy!Stan ❀

Interrupting Stan in the middle of work ❀

Austin Sommers:

paparazzi!Austin who won’t stop pestering you ❀

Kyle Spencer:

Frankenkyle showing up at your doorstep in the middle of the night ❀

You’re a new witch at the academy and you’re responsible for Frankenkyle ❀

Studying alone with frat!Kyle at the campus library ❀

frat!Kyle comes up to you at a college party on New Year’s Eve ❀

Tate Langdon:

perv!Tate snapping photos of you in the school’s bathroom ✧

Helping Tate after he gets bullied at school ❀

Tate walking in on you playing a ritual game ❀

Dealing with an emotionally unstable Tate after your break up (based off the song ‘Meant to Be Yours’ from Heathers: The Musical) ✮

Kit Walker:

singledad!Kit hiring you as a babysitter ❀

Kit taking all the blame for you at the asylum ✮

bartender!Kit serving you a free drink ❀

Getting steamy with husband!Kit in the kitchen ✧

Luke Cooper:

Luke getting everyone’s coffee orders wrong but yours ❀

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smoochhyuka · 1 year ago

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Tubatu as service tops

my favorite type of man.

○o。content warning! nsfw, gn!reader, dom!Yeonjun and bondage, sub!Soobin with reader implied to be smaller, switch!gyu with hint of free use, dom!Tyun with mention of alcohol, perv!hyuka with implied free use, virgin!hyuka if you squint

Yeonjun

Although Yeonjun is more of an equal opportunities kinda guy in bed, during an intense session he sometimes can get so wrapped up in the moment that he forgets about his own pleasure.

He would have you handcuffed, either on the bedframe or just both hands in front of you, squeezing you chest together in a way that gets his head racing. You lie on your back, taking everything he gives you. He has been overstimulating you for a while, with his mouth and hands, he even tried that new vibrator. There is nothing sweeter to him than seeing you cry and squirm underneath him. Sometimes he would fuck you, but since he is also applying additional pleasure to your already abused sex, you cum well before him and he pulls out again to try something different. If he is not using both hands, he pumps his length a few times, unintentionally edging himself. During the end his dick is so sensitive that he just comes by the smallest touch, ejaculating all over you.

Soobin

Soobin is not someone to talk back, especially not to his partner.

If he is really pent up or maybe even mad, he would most definitely take on a more domineering role in bed, but since you take good care of him, this does not happen very often. If you look up to him through your lashes with glazed eyes, a small, innocent smile, telling him to do all sorts of naughty things to you, his brain goes mushy. He would have that cute grin on his face where his eyes are almost closed and his dimples are visible, he would stumble back slightly and stammer. Everytime. He does not necessarily expect something in return for kneeling in front of you, pleasuring you with his mouth, or when you wake him up in the middle of the night, grabbing his wrist and shoving his hand down your pants. But when you do return the favor, he is getting his money worth.

Beomgyu

To him, giving is just as satisfactory as receiving.

Seeing the person he loves writhe in pleasure under his touch is enough for him, receiving is just the cherry on top. He loves breaking you down, by starting to slowly edge you on with hot, lingering touches, by softly touching your most sensitive spots only for you to end up crying, begging him to finally let you cum. He is still wearing all his clothes while you are completely naked, he has been teasing you with his slender fingers ruthlessly but fully ignoring all the spots that would actually make you come.

He also likes to be pushed around, there is no bigger turn on than their partner switching up and putting him in his place, almost forcibly telling him what he has to do. Not being allowed to cum while being balls deep inside you is difficult, especially when you are squeezing so hard down on him from pleasuring yourself.

Taehyun

He loves spoiling you rotten, and sometimes you deserve a good and long session that makes you feel just as precious as he thinks you are.

It would usually be in combination with a romantic date, does not matter if outside or at home, since it will end with you both sitting in a bathtub and a glass of your favorite wine. You would not even put on clothes, just dry up and get into the dimly lit bedroom. You would massage each other, but Taehyun would soon move is firm squeezes to your most intimate parts. You do not need to do anything, you can lay back while he toys around with your body the way he knows you like. His hard cock would throb against his abs occasionally, but everytime you try to reach for it he would manhandle you back into the cushions, and if you talk back too much, there is no other choice than to shut you up by fucking you with deep, sensual thrusts.

Hueningkai

Your are addictive, there is nothing he can do than to ravage you everytime he gets the chance.

He was not a very sexual person until he met you, of course he jacked off sometimes, like every guy his age, but his sex drive was not nearly as intense as it was now. Like, there was nothing he could have done, you looked too cute in your new PJs, and you looked even cuter with his hands in your pants, squirming and panting under his touch. Or the time you decided to mealprep for him so he does not eat takeout and snacks all the time, you were so excited it made Kais heart skip a thousand beats. Of course you were not able to finish cooking, but your pulsating sex on his tongue tastes the best anyways. Next time you will cook without him present though.

#hueningkai x reader #txt smut #taehyun x reader #hueningkai hard hours #taehyun hard hours #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu hard hours #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun hard hours #soobin x reader #soobin hard hours #smoochwrites

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 6 months ago

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Blind AU?

Adam is blind and has a support dog - a German Shepard named Eden.

Lucifer is Adams new nurse (can’t decide if he is still the devil or not)

Eden doesn’t like Lucifer and will growl and bark at him.

Lucifer, the cheeky bastard, will sometimes make it seem he has left but is actually just sitting somewhere observing Adam. It gets a little exciting one evening when Adam believes Lucifer has left and started to pleasure himself in front of Lucifer.

Oooh I like this for being a human au.

Lucifer you little perv lol

So I take it Adam is totally blind? 100% So he has never seen Lucifer's face.

Eden knows what's up. She loves Adam a lot. Maybe Eve is Adam's sister in this and she set up everything for him like his dog and his nurse.

Lucifer could even be a live in nurse, cause Adam could get into dangerous situations if he's alone.

That just means he feels everything all the more. 😉

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seancekitsch · 2 years ago

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Wow, I can get sexual, too: an Adrian Chase x Reader fic- chapter 5

series masterlist here

warnings: eventual smut, masturbation, twitter nude culture, the very slightest dub con but not really just saying this to be safe, mutual pining, idiots in love, perv!reader but also perv!adrian, light exhibition, manhandling, oral sex, sweet sex, smut with feelings but its still kinda dirty

a/n: here we go!! its the final chapter!! we have finally reached the smut!!! its finally done, unless there's enough interest for an epilogue or a little drabble series with adrian and this reader character!!! thank you so much to all the people who have read this series and enjoyed it, and especially the two anons (123, and 4) who inspired the whole series!! you guys are the best!!

Adrian practically throws you up the stairs to his apartment, anytime you move slower than he wants you to he grabs you by the hip and boosts you up a few more stairs. Eager, eager, so incredibly eager for what comes next. He dodges around you on the last few steps and jams the key into the door to open it for you, allowing you to step into his dark apartment first.

“Well, here’s where the magic’s going to happen!” Adrian announces, and you step further into the living room. It looks… messy. The blanket you were using the other night is still on the couch, haphazardly flung and rumpled like. Oh right. He laid there jacking off with it under him that night. You feel yourself shudder as you hear the door click. There’s no turning back now.

Quickly again though you’re in his arms, this time he kisses you like a snow squall, rapid and covering the skin of your face, smearing your make up with his lips. He kisses like he’s trying to memorize the details down to the pore, to leave no centimeter unexplored or felt. You kiss back as you can, managing to catch a cheek or a chin or a corner of a lip when you can but you can’t keep up, his affection a tidal wave against you. All you can do is melt into his touch, firm and strong but wildly gentle.

You’ve never been held like this. Held like you could break, sure. Held like you’re a rag doll to throw around, also sure.

Adrian is the perfect combination of the two, so gentle and careful like you’re something to worship but his fingers dig into your scalp and your waist like squeezing the apple that tempted Eve, squeezing so hard it could bruise. You hope it does.

He leads you carefully further into the room, until your back hits the counter of his kitchen island. Adrian wastes no time pushing your jacket down your shoulders for you to shrug it off and throw it onto his kitchen floor, not even breaking the kiss through the entire action.

His greedy hands then travel to your thighs, pushing up your little skirt until it reaches the bottom of the curve of your ass.

“Wait-,” you stop him before he can pull it up any further.

He pulls back, a question clearly painting his expression.

“Not like that! Let me take my shoes off, these things are killing me,” you reassure him, and he visibly untenses in relief. He releases you from his tight hold, not completely though, finger light touches of his hands still on you as you move past him to take off your boots at his front entryway.

Alright, time to slut it up, you think, and you bend over almost completely to unzip the shoes. You know what Adrian probably sees, your skirt pulled up too high and giving him a full view of your ass and panties. Briefly, you wonder if he’s the kind of guy that likes upskirt photos.

You'd send him one, definitely, or as many as he would ever ask for. You'd send little videos too if he wanted. Anything really, you're realizing. Damn, you think, down bad doesn't even begin to cover what I feel for him.

Adrian can't resist from touching though, and as you step out of your boots he puts his hands on your hips again, squeezing before they slide down slightly, letting his palms feel the soft skin of your ass, before moving back up again. His motions like a question, asking for more. He repeats the motion again, and this time you wiggle your ass a little in his grasp, prompting the quietest of chuckles from him under his breath.

You straighten back up and lean into his touch, starting to fall in love with the feeling of his hands on your hips.

“I have maybe an un-sexy question,” you broach, the thought bugging your mind since before he picked you up.

“I don’t know how that could be,” Adrian says, and presses up behind you, “Everything is sexy coming from you.”

He punctuates that by grabbing your waist and a grind of his hips against your ass, letting you feel every inch of him behind the denim that rocks against you. Fuck, how are you gonna even do this without losing your mind?

“How did,” you cut yourself off with a low moan, letting yourself lean back into his grasp, “how’d you get a hold of my set? Well, the bottom half.”

He looks at you for a moment, and then his eyes widen in recognition like he had already forgotten the conversation in the car.

“My panties? Black satin with teal stitching?” you further supply.

“Oh yeah, I mean, you don't lock your windows,” he replies, “You really should, unless that's like a thing for you and you want to do this again and you want me to come in through them or something.”

You try to hide how concerned that statement makes you, seeing as you didn’t realize until now that you didn't lock your windows. How long have they been unlocked? Is that like some kind of potential security breach for the task force? Your bedroom and office are full of weaponry and classified files that you really thought were more secure than they apparently are.

“Good to know,” your tone falters a little, but you continue to lean back into him, loving how his jeans feel against your bare legs.

“Is that weird?” he asks.

You feel like the answer should be yes, but you can't say that word.

“Let me blow you,” you offer instead of an answer. You pull yourself from his grasp begrudgingly and turn around again, and you hear him whisper

‘Cool. Not weird.’

Under his breath while you reach for him again. This time you lead the kiss, pulling him in as you teasingly bite his bottom lip. Sure enough, he opens his mouth and his tongue darts out to tangle with yours, each tasting each other and trying to pull one another deeper into each other.

You kiss feverishly, all hot and all encompassing, both trying to be as close as possible and all over each other.

“Ugh, I just wanna touch you already!” Adrian exclaims as he pulls back breathlessly, his fingers roughly raking up your satin underwear. God, his calluses feel amazing mixed with the sensation of how smooth and soft your panties are. He pants as he tries to regain his breath, his hands never leaving contact with you as your skirt just gets pushed higher and higher.

“Just wait,” you giggle, slowly lowering yourself to your knees, “I wanna touch you first. Been thinking about what's under these jeans for a few weeks now.”

He looks a little shocked as you say this, but his hands move quickly to undo his belt and button of his jeans for you. You unzip his jeans and push them down over his ass the rest of the way, and he stops you momentarily. You wait, a little awkwardly, while he steps back and pulls his sneakers and jeans completely off, leaving only his boxer briefs as he takes his place again in front of you, nodding at you to let you continue.

“What do you think about when you make those tweets?” you ask, your right hand coming up tentatively to test the waters and cup his length over his underwear.

Adrian sucks in a breath, basically hissing at the contact as his eyes fall shut; so sensitive to the touch. You massage him, feeling around for what you're about to get. You've seen it more than once, but seeing it on twitter and actually seeing and feeling it in person seem like two extremely different things. You can tell just by your hand he’s long, and heavy. He's going to be a handful. And a mouthful.

“You,” he gasps out, and he sounds strained, “I think about you.”

“Like this?” you ask, and then stick out your tongue to flatten it against his clothed cock. He moans and his head falls back already, fully giving in to anything you'd do to him. How easy would he be to dominate? You briefly wonder, as your tongue works its way up his length. Your hands make their way to his hips, then to the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“Is it like this?” you ask as you pull your mouth off of him, and your hands start to pull his boxer briefs down.

He nods, finally opening his eyes and looking down at you, his pupils blown wide and face flushed. Adrian’s gently puts his hand on the back of your head; it feels like he’s afraid to thread his fingers between your hair or push your head down on him as he lets you take your time.

You have to break eye contact to look at him, even more handsome in person than on twitter and he’s not even fully naked yet.

“Take your shirt off,” you whisper, and he obliges you.

You take his shaft in your hand, not tightly, just barely, and you kiss him where his hips and his left thigh meet. You kiss him again, and then rest your head there for a moment. You revel in the feeling of your skin on his, the feeling of him and you connected. You breathe deeply and then kiss the patch of skin again, before moving towards the head of his cock.

You give the head a little kiss, a little exploration of what's to come. Salty precum dots your lips, tasty and light. You kiss it again, and once more again, before you open your lips.

Gently, you ease your lips farther and farther down the head, then even more down the shaft. You let Adrian adjust to the heat and wetness of your mouth before you hollow out your cheeks, only doing so after getting yourself most of the way down his shaft. You take the time to slowly push yourself up and down his shaft, letting yourself feel every inch and letting him feel every centimeter of you. You don't stop pushing against him until he pushes at the base of your throat, and then you slowly pull back, and then in again.

His hand now finally travels to the back of your head, guiding you and holding you still as you bob up and down on his cock, letting your tongue swivel on the underside of his cock. He moans loudly, openmouthed and tries to keep eye contact as best as possible- but Adrian keeps closing his eyes, keeps squinting and screwing his eyes shut as he winces and pants under your tongue.

“Please,” he whispers, a little lilt of a moan to his voice, as he tightens his grasp on you scalp slightly.

“Please.”

You take this as your sign to pick up the pace, working him faster and trying to take him deeper and deeper. You feel pride swell in your chest when the tip of your nose just barely brushes his pubes at one point, you’re proud you can do that on him specifically. You've never been one to specifically want to give a blowjob, but with Adrian you want to give the best blowjob in the world. Briefly you wonder if he’s ever gotten a blowjob because of his twitter but you push the thought away quickly because you don't want to think about it. Somewhere deep down you want to be the only one.

That only invigorates you to work harder, to push yourself further down on him, to hollow out your cheeks more, to-

“Get off— shit,” he gasps, roughly pulling himself out of your mouth, “don’t wanna finish there, wanna— wanna give you…”

“Got it,” you confirm, rubbing your jaw that’s sore from use. You can't deny that it's a little disappointing he won't let you finish him in your mouth, but you trust Adrian.

Immediately Adrian drops to his knees himself, taking over for your hand and replacing his fingers with your own. His thumbs rub tight circles against your jaw muscles, massaging out any kinks or pains that would ail you come morning before they can even take root. This has, never ever, never been your experience. You've never sucked a guy off and then immediately been cradled and massaged so gently, never have you experienced Adrian's big beautiful eyes staring at you with the craziest amount of admiration and care that you've ever seen. The tiniest smile grows on his lips, and you try to match it despite him massaging and mashing the muscles in your cheeks.

“Okay… I have maybe an un-sexy question myself,” Adrian says, breaking the sweet silence that hung between the two of you.

“Shoot,” you encourage him, hands coming up to meet his hands on you.

“Okay so…. So when we watched Fargo,” he trails off.

You already know where this is going, you already know what he’s going to say but you have to let him get there on his own.

“When we watched Fargo and you kept staring at the mirror, were you thinking of my tweets?”

He lets the question hang in the air, and so do you, opting to move your head ever so slightly and kiss his thumb before you answer him.

“Full honesty?” you ask, lips still against his thumb. He nods.

“I came to one of them seconds before you texted me to hang out that night,” you admit.

His expression clouds and darkens, but doesn’t harden. He still looks at you with the utmost admiration but there's something else there, something strong and lustful in his gaze.

“Get in front of the fucking mirror,” he whispers, authority in his tone.

You stand up immediately, stopping about three feet in front of the mirror, about as far as Adrian stops in his videos. Adrian behind you kicks off his socks and boxers and comes up behind you fully naked, the beautiful image from the tweets finally completed because this time you can see his face.

He makes eye contact with you in the mirror, smiling wide at you as his arms come around you, first as a hug, but then his hands start to play with the hem of your top.

“May I?” he asks, as if his dick wasn't just in your mouth. You nod, and he wastes no time pulling your top over your head. He freezes after he throws it on the ground, however, when he finally spots your bra. You can see in the mirror as his eyes pull themselves back and forth across your chest, taking in as much of you chest as he can in this bra, the black satin and teal stitching and your cleavage pushed just perfectly by the cups.

“Do you like it?” you ask, feeling emboldened and not shrinking under his gaze. He nods wordlessly, still transfixed on your chest.

“I got this set because it reminded me of you,” you admit. It matches his uniform perfectly, and it was crazy the set did so while fitting your personal style so wonderfully. It was all comfort while still sexy and matched his signature colors.

Adrian freezes, eyes going wide at your confession, he finally looks at you instead of your chest with an unreadable expression. He turns you around in his grasp, still unspeaking and wide eyed.

And then he kisses you again, tender and romantic and a completely different way than he was earlier tonight. When he pulls away, it’s only to start kissing the top of your chest that he can reach over the bra. Adrian licks and sucks at your chest, pulling sighs and whimpers from you as he leaves not even a centimeter of skin untouched, Adrian himself reveling in the reactions he can cause.

“Fuckin’ love it,” he mumbles against your chest, his fingers finally raking themselves over the cups of the bra, thumbs tracing over the teal stitching.

“Love that you were thinking of me,” he continues, and then bites down on your collarbone, not enough to break skin but certainly enough to make you yelp.

“Fuck, Adrian,” you whine; his teeth drag along the collarbone until he drops his head down again to press a kiss to your cleavage, and then slowly traces his tongue down your sternum. His hands travel lower and now start to push your skirt down instead of up, the stretchy material giving under his pressure and dropping to pool at your feet. His mouth returns to your neck and your jaw, kissing sloppily as both of his hands go straight to your ass and squeeze. His hard cock presses against the black satin of your underwear, and all that goes through your mind is the thought of him staining them with cum.

“See what you fuckin do to me?” he asks, as he thrusts himself against the fabric, “Feel it?”

You nod, and sigh as you practically fall into his embrace. Your hands travel up and down his chest, which you’ve touched and even stitched up before, but you’ve always wanted to touch it like this. Your fingers play with the little smattering of chest hair he has, and dance across pert little nipples. They trace along scars and feel his muscles. He squirms when you reach his ribs, pulling back slightly to wiggle away.

“Sorry! Fuck, ticklish,” he admits, trying to regain his composure quickly.

You laugh, and then wrap your arms around him again, careful to not tickle him again. The hug doesn't last long though, and his grip on you turns rigid again.

“Face the mirror,” he demands, and you once again turn in his grasp to face the mirror. You take in his appearance as well as your own, already looking messed up and wild despite the fact he hasn't even touched you yet, and the fact that he looks like the adonis he is in all of his twitter videos.

His hands work their way around to the front of you, and quickly push beneath the elastic lace confines of the sides of your panties. His left hand working at the hip and his right delving under the satin that hides the apex of your thighs.

“I’m gonna make you get off in front of this mirror,” he whispers low against the shell of your ear, not in his normal voice, but in the one you recognize as Vigilante about to kill someone. You shiver.

“Maybe next time we’ll film it,” he whispers, and dips his hand lower to finally make connection with you. You gasp as his middle finger slides so easily through your folds, you should be embarrassed how wet you are without even being touched, but the noise he makes has you swelling with pride instead. Adrian moans, loudly and uncontrolled, and drops his forehead down against your shoulder.

“Feel what you do to me?” you throw his words back at him, a challenge given how fuzzy your brain is from just this alone. He nods against you, and then continues his movements.

He slides his fingers back and forth, getting them nice and wet and slick. You watch his knuckles in the mirror, stretching and bulging the satin fabric until they disappear, his middle finger pushing into your heat.

You sigh deeply at the feeling of his thick finger splitting you open, one of the thick fingers you've spent time watching and studying from the scarring from being Vigilante to the calluses from being a busboy. Fuck, how you've daydreamed about these fingers specifically.

He thrusts once, twice, and then adds another finger. From the way he shifts his hand, it has to be his ring finger. He slides into you so easily, like you were made for taking him, so wet and ready. You can't help the way your mouth falls open, the way you lean back against his strong frame; you're practically putty in his hands, he can mold and manhandle you in any way he wants. Your hands reach back to run your fingers down his hips and thighs, gentle, slow strokes of your fingers.

He picks up his pace thrusting his fingers, in and out in and out, His free hand groping from your hip now to your breast, caging you in against him and holding you in place. He lifts his head up from your shoulder and starts kissing your neck again, whispering and sighing against your neck. He laughs when he’s pressed his lips against your throat at the same exact moment he pulls a loud moan from you with his motions.

“You wanna come for me, cowgirl?” he mutters, switching the angle of his hand to push himself deeper and allowing himself to rub the pad of his thumb against your clit. Your body jolts the second his thumb comes in contact with you, shaking as if you've been electrified.

“Please,” you beg, “Please, Adrian. Make me…”

You trail off, instead giving him another moan as his thumb circles your clit. He picks up the pace, sending you higher and higher pushing you close to the edge. He bites at your neck again sharply and you yelp pitifully; this time you're sure he has to have broken skin.

You start to shake, knees buckling as you know the end is coming, and now you're gasping and mumbling half words, chest heaving under his palm. Adrian speeds up again, his hand almost losing its rhythm as his trusts go harder, deeper…

And then nothing. Just nothing. Emptiness. You whine at the feeling of Adrian’s hand pulling itself from your panties, his other hand still holding you in place and keeping you standing.

You pout when you make eye contact with him in the mirror, and he smiles devilishly while he licks the fingers that were just inside you, until his resolve break and he moans on his own fingers.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, but something about his tone tells you Adrian isn't sorry at all.

You arch your brow at him questioningly.

“I just figured, I don't know,” he mumbles again, and you turn yourself in his grasp. He’s still rock hard, cock brushing against you as you move.

“I thought I could take you to bed and do this right.”

Oh.

Oh you really like the sound of that, more than anything dirty he could say at this moment. You don't even mind the fact that he just teased and edged you like that.

But words fail you, instead you nod and kiss him sweetly on the lips, and he immediately leads you backwards to the bedroom while his arms are still wrapped around you.

He only stops to fumble with the door handle, jiggling it before he can get it open before continuing to guide you backwards, his mouth not leaving your lips or face at all until the backs of your knees touch the edge of the bed. Adrian breaks the kiss only long enough to pick you up, lifting you in his strong arms and throwing backwards onto the bed. You gasp as you bounce against the mattress, his soft duvet cushioning your fall and puffing up around you, plush and full.

The bed dips as Adrian props a knee up onto the bed, giving him better leverage to reach for your underwear, finally pulling off the offending piece of black satin that's kept you from being bare for him this whole time. He pulls the garment down your legs so quickly, there's that Vigilante precision, and throws them up into the air behind him.

Adrian crawls the rest of the way onto the bed and between your thighs before they can even fall onto the rug behind him. He presses his body against you fully, resting most of his weight on you as he slowly rocks his hips again. His cock catches between your folds a few times, and he gasps each time. When the head of his cock bumps against your clit, you whine, pathetic and needy.

“Adrian, please fuck me,” you urge, “Need you so bad. Need to feel you.”

His head drops down close to yours, and stares into your eyes, intense and long. Then, he surprises you. Adrian tilts his head to kiss the tip of your nose, gentle and deliberate.

“Anything for you,” he whispers, and pulls away from you to reach for his bedside. He digs around in it for a moment, and you sit up under him.

“Oh, you don't need to. I’m on the pill,” you offer, seeing as it's clear to you he’s struggling to find a condom in his messy bedside drawer. Which is comforting. If he was banging the people that replied to his tweets he'd know exactly where those condoms would be. It's good to know that it's only you. You haven't had sex in months before this, since before you joined the team really. Since that one weird date with a Scarecrow henchman back in Gotham that you keep trying to scrub from your memory. God, especially right now. This moment is… the last possible case in which you want to think about that date. Gross.

“You trust me?” he asks, and he sounds genuinely surprised as he stops pushing around charger cords and what looks like receipts and takes his glasses off to keep them safe. You nod eagerly, reaching for him to pull him back down on top of you. He readily lets you guide him, and he props himself on his elbows, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones as he kisses you again.

“You're gonna be my downfall, like Superman and Kryptonite, or the Flash and being a fucking weirdo,” he mumbles against your lips, and you smile against him.

“You're mine too, then,” you agree, and he grinds his hips up into you again. He grinds again, before you adjust the angle, reaching down to guide his cock into you, squeezing the base as he slides in with the same ease as his fingers did, despite his size. Thimble is the funniest nickname for him, you think. You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you by the time he bottoms out in you, full and stifled by him. You feel your chest heave as you adjust to him, and he pauses to give you time. His hand comes up to your ribcage, thumb running along the underside of your chest soothingly, and you nod, giving him the okay to move.

He thrusts into you roughly, as hard and deep as he can possibly go, barely pulling out before thrusting in again. Quickly you can feel your high approaching again, Adrian stretching you out and filling you so totally and completely, the friction between your bodies feeling like the closest thing to heaven you'd believe in. You gasp out his name over and over like a prayer, arching into him to chase your high.

Adrian himself seems like he wont last long either, the way he’s sweating and groaning as he practically wraps himself around you while he fucks you, his rhythm already faltering with his enthusiasm.

“I like you,” he groans, “So. Fucking. Much.”

Your head falls back at the confession, a high pitched moan leaving your lips. He takes that as all the encouragement he needs, his hands reaching down to grab your legs at the knees to pull them up, his thumbs pressed into the back of them as he pushes your knees as close to your shoulders as they will go, and speeds up.

“That's right,” he says, “Let me have it, let go.”

The change in position does it, and you practically scream as your orgasm comes crashing down around you, like the floodgates opening, and stars explode behind your eyelids. Everything is Adrian, Adrian, Adrian.

Adrian follows quickly after, pulling out to release on your stomach, hissing at the cool air when it comes in contact with his cock. He releases your legs, letting them fall down against the duvet, your whole body shaking as you come down from it all. He props himself up on his knees as he moves to push your hair away from your forehead and kiss your face. His hand moves between the two of you, to your stomach to try to wipe his mess off of you. You stop him from reaching for tissues with a hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Lemme taste,” you mumble, and Adrian looks at you with a face full of shock.

“You really are going to be my downfall,” he remarks, but his hand starts to move up your body and closer to your face anyway.

“Can you blame me? I wanted to earlier but you wouldn't let me,” you say with a pout, before taking his fingers into your mouth.

Adrian lets out a stuttered moan as you start to lick and suck, his taste salty and warm on your tongue. You take the digits into your mouth as far as you can, not unlike you did with his cock earlier. Honestly, you'd get addicted to it if he would keep making that noise. You lick his fingers clean, and he pulls them from your mouth gently.

“You are…” he shakes his head, “You are something else.”

“In a good way?” you ask, teasing him, a wry smile starting to grow on your face.

“Yes. Of course,” he replies, completely serious. You let him help clean you up the rest of the way with tissues, and then immediately you pull him back on top of you, this time to cuddle. His head finds his way to rest on your chest and your hand finds its way into his hair to play with the curls. Normally, you'd find this part of it a little gross. You're tired, he's a little sweaty, you both kind of smell like booze; but tonight this is welcome, wanted even.

“I like you too, by the way,” you whisper before pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “If that isn't obvious.”

“I was hoping,” Adrian admits, reciprocating the kiss by pressing his lips to your sternum. Conversation peters out to nothing. You both lay there in silence, moonlight bathing the room in blue, both minds and hearts racing equally, but the four walls humming in quiet stillness.

What now? Does Adrian even do dating? Shit, you hadn't even thought of that, and you can't even think about how you'd navigate this if he doesn't. Maybe you could have saved face if this was just a hookup, but you said it. Your feelings were out there. But his were too, weren't they? I guess it doesn't matter if he doesn't date, you think.

Adrian’s head shoots up from its place on your chest.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice full of concern. You sigh deeply.

“I’m just thinking.”

You look up at the ceiling; since childhood, you'd play a game where you look at the ceiling and try to find patterns. Sometimes you would just trick your brain into seeing something that isn't there.

“Are you regretting this?” concern is laced in his voice, you don't even want to know what his face looks like right now, “Do you want me to take you home?”

You shake your head immediately.

“No, Adrian,” you sigh, “I don't.”

“Then what is it?”

Adrian lifts himself up, resting on his elbow to look at you. His hand comes up to touch your cheek awkwardly, not completely comforting, but you lean into the touch anyway.

Fuckit, you might as well put all your cards on the table.

“Will this go anywhere?”

“You mean like… this?” he asks, and you finally look at him as he’s pointing between the two of you. You nod, feeling like you want to hide.

“Cowgirl, look at me,” he commands, the hand on your cheek guiding your face towards his.

“Let's make a verbal agreement right now to only kiss each other, and I’ll be the best boyfriend ever, and we’ll have hot hot sex every night and watch Fargo together every week from now on.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’d like that.”

Adrian smiles widely, and lets himself fall back on top of you, hugging you tightly.

“Fuck yeah,” Adrian half-shouts, muffled by the pillow near your head. He squeezes you tightly, and then lifts himself back up.

“Gimme ten minutes and I’m gonna rock your world again, babe,” he says, all giddy smiles.

An idea pops into your head, and you take his face in your hands.

“Why don't we make it a video?"

#adrian chase x reader

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