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★★★600 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 1: 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭)★★★
Character: Melissa Schemmenti
Tag list: @inlovewithgreta
Trigger warnings (DL, DNI): Smut, praise, mommy kink, sexual themes
Genre: Smut
Word count: 1.7k
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You groaned in frustration as you laid down on the comfy bed of the hotel you were in, your eyes pricking with tears as you looked around the room. You had gone to Boston for a conference for English teachers that were also authors in order to learn more on how to explain the process of writing to our students, and you desperately missed your girlfriend.
It has only been 4 days, but you and Melissa hadn't had intimate time or even just quality time with just the two of you for weeks thanks to each of your own busy schedules, and you hadn't even masterbated for that time period.
'...I know she said not to touch myself while I was gone but...I don't know if I can handle his anymore...!' You thought, sliding your hand down into panties and beginning to tease your folds with two of your fingers.
But before you could even start to get off to the thought of your girlfriend, your phone began to rang,
"Ugh...!" You groaned, grabbing your phone with your other hand and answering the call without looking at the caller ID. "What the hell do you want? I'm not interested in what you're selling and I'm a part of the church of Satan," You said with an annoyed tone,
"Wanna try that again hon?" You heard your girlfriend's voice say with an understanding chuckle, causing shiver to sent down your spine.
"Mel!" You beamed, your voice changing to a more cheerful tone as you began to toy with the spongy insides of your wet hole. "I thought you'd be busy grading now that Ashley left!"
Melissa smiled in response, undoing her beautiful red locks from her ponytail and sitting herself onto her own bed.
"I finished already, they had an assembly today so I got everything done," She replied, looking down at her milky skin that was covered by her fluffy grey robe.
"Oh that's great!" You smiled, moving your pointer finger to your clit, causing a small whimper to escape your lips.
Melissa raised an eyebrow at your whimper, but brushed it off as just a phone glitch.
"Yeah, so how's the conference going pretty girl?" The red head asked, "Did you get to present your shirt stories like they said you would?"
You gush at how much she pays attention, blushing even more at the nicknames.
"It's going good, I miss you way too much though..." You replied, sighing as you removed your hand from your soaking pussy and grabbing your vibrator that you secretly brought, hoping to get off to your girlfriend's voice.
"I miss you too hon, but just a few more days and you'll be home and it'll be a three day weekend, so we can be together then," The older woman replied, biting her lip in slight frustration as she started to hear slight buzzing.
"Yeah, I guess Janine is right this time on looking for a bright side," You chuckle, a slight moan escaping your lips as you place the toy onto the entrance of your wet hole.
Melissa smiles, somehow not getting what you're doing.
"So did you get to do that presentation?" She asked, taking off the fabric that covered her body as she began to change into some silk pajamas you got her for Christmas.
"Mhm! I was really happy with it, they said that my writings were so well composed!!" You smiled, your eyes rolling slightly back into your head as you turn your vibrator up really high.
"That's amazing Amore! I'm so proud of you, I knew your writings would impress everyone!" Melissa replied, to which you only reply with a quiet moan
Now Melissa knew was going on.
"Oh...? So you really miss me that much huh?" She smirked, slipping her pointer and middle finger into her own pussy that had become covered in its own slick from the pent up sexual frustration.
You blushed at the realization that you had been caught, and you nodded with another whimper.
"Yes Mommy, I'm sorry for interrupting you," You mewled, turning up the settings on your vibrator, only for your girlfriend to interrupt you.
Melissa doesn't mind your lewd interruption, in fact, it honestly made her even happier. "Lowest setting, now," She demands, still allowing for the kindness she always had around you to be present in her voice while still being controlling as she slid two fingers into her own wet folds.
You sighed once again in frustration and you turn down the vibrations to a painfully slow speed, causing more pleading moans to escape your lips. Your whole body being laced with goosebumps as you toss off your clothes that were only making you more frustrated.
"Words Amore, you know that if you had used them earlier that pretty and needy hole of yours could have already cummed by now," She smirks, her own moans escaping her as she speeds up the pace of her fingers.
"Mommy...P-Please let me cum, I haven't touched myself or even orgasmed in two weeks!" You plead, eyes pricking with more tears all thanks to your dominant girlfriend's teasing.
Melissa sighed, internally cotemplating whether or not to tease you,
"Sorry Y/n..." She smirked after a minute, "But your pussy is mine to control, you know this. But if you're a good girl and don't disobey mommy, I'm gonna let you cum,"
Silence is the only thing heard on your end of the line as you try to hold in your moans as to not let Melissa hear just how desperate you are for your girlfriend who wasn't even touching you.
"Words Troia," She said sternly, making your throat release more lewd noises and words that got Melissa even more turned on,
"I'm sorry Mommy, I'll use my words like a good girl," You whimpered, choking out the words as you moaned loudly.
Your hair stuck to your forehead thanks to the sweat caused by your bodies pleasure. You buried your face into your left forearm as it rested on your left knee, your right arm working with the vibrator as your right leg spread to give you more access.
The redhead's stern tone faded slightly, and she quickly felt her own pussy clenching around her fingers as she slipped yet another one of her slender digits inside of her.
"That's what I thought," She mumbled through her own groans of pleasure, "Now turn it off until I'm done,"
You whined into the phone, throwing your head back as you dropped the vibrator, turning it off as your thighs rubbed together to try and create those same vibrations.
"Okay..." You stuttered, silently praying Melissa would finish quickly,
Melissa sped up her movements and she gripped her phone tighter as she heard you speak.
"Try again Amore," She said, the stern tone coming back to her voice.
You nod in submission, eyes letting the tears of frustration run down your face.
"Yes mommy," You correct yourself, choking the words out yet again as you silently cried out of the feeling of emptiness and need that filled your body.
"Good girl~!" The red head moaned, cries of pleasure leaving her throat as she moved her thumb to her clit as to ride out her upcoming high.
"Please finish mommy, I've been patient..." You muttered, your vocal volume being too quiet to hear.
The woman on the other end's moans filled your ears, making you squirm in your bed,
"Fuck- Y/n~!! I'm gonna- Im gonna~ Fuck Y/n!!" Melissa screamed out, her body falling back onto her pillows as she slid her hand out of her pants.
"Did that feel good?" You ask, always wanting to make sure your girlfriend felt good,
"Yes baby, it did..." The green-eyed woman replied with a husky and worn-out voice, "Grab your toy and turn it up as much as you want Amore," She added.
You never moved faster, scrambling to grab your vibrator and shoving inside your tight little hole.
"Mmm...Mommy...!!" You squeaked, placing your phone on speaker and tossing it next to you as you viscously began to palm your breast.
Melissa smirked, she had you wrapped around her finger.
"Yeah baby, I'm right here, keep going, beg for release," She said a little louder in comparison to her voice before after catching her breath.
A string of profanities left your mouth mixed with petnames for your girlfriend as you whined in pleasure.
"Please mommy! I'm close! Please I can't hold it anymore!" You cried, tears streaming down your face as you heard your older girlfriend chuckling on the other end.
"C'mon baby, hold on for a few more minutes," Melissa cooed, adjusting her clothes and cuddling herself into her bed to get comfy.
"I can't~!! Please mommy! I've been so good~!!" You moaned, legs shaking violently as your love juices began to leak faster out of your pussy.
The red head smiled softly and she chuckled before speaking once again.
"Alright Amore, go ahead and cum,"
You let out a loud cry as your fluids spread all over your hand, your body sinking down into the mattress below you as you sucked all your juices off your hand.
"Thank you Mel..." You muttered out, eyes glistening with tears you weren't aware you had shed,
"No problem sweetheart, are you okay? Need water?" Your girlfriend asked, slight concern in her voice as she hears you pull the blanket over your body.
"No I'm okay," You smiled, picking the phone back up and putting it to your ear as you relax from your orgasm.
"Alright hon, you should head to bed," Melissa said softly, looking over at the clock that read 11:47pm.
"I should...but I don't want to leave you..." You muttered,
"I'll be here in the morning, alright Hon?" She reassured you, smiling softly.
"Okay Mel...see you in the morning," You replied, hanging up the phone as you two exchanged I love yous.
Maybe just calling wasn't so bad after all...
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#melissa schemmenti x reader#kinktober 2023#wlw ns/fw#smut#phone smut#im so gay#lesbian#bisexual#abbott elementary
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"wakatoshi!"
your whimper of his first name against his ear nearly has ushijima swearing. you cling to him, both hands scrabbling for any kind of purchase on his broad back.
"please, ah! not there!"
his tip kisses your favourite spot and the world spins. his hips slam into yours as he fucks into you hard and fast. your body presses itself flush against his own, sweaty skin sticking together.
"s-sorry. you feel-," ushijima bites on his lower lip, barely cutting off a strained groan. "so good. so, so good."
each thrust into your welcoming pussy doesn't grow sloppier, even though it sounds that way, especially when you're a dripping mess and ushijima's balls are heavy and full. lewd squelches echo alongside the slap of skin on skin.
he has one hand cradling the back of your head. it allows him to hold you close to him, face nosing the exposed column of your throat.
"sorry. sorry, sorry, sorry," ushijima babbles. "i- i can't stop, just wanna cum in you, please?"
you don't know if the noise you make is intelligible or not. it doesn't matter, because ushijima cums so hard that his senses tune everything out but the release of his seed into your womb.
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pornstar!satoru and pornstar!suguru managing to talk you into letting them both fuck you at the same time on film—a double penetration scene.
apparently, after a few... lewd images of the three of you together were leaked by a blue-eyed attention whore who swears he didn't mean to edit, upload and caption them before posting them on his main twitter, your combined audiences have started begging for video content of the three of you. and what better than a filthy threesome to spark the flame of your three-way-affairs?
it's how you end up riding suguru, feeling his cock so deep inside of you that you swear he's in your stomach. your hands find purchase on his muscled pecs as you ride him to the brink of orgasm; sweat coats your skin, his too, and as it is with suguru, your moans aren't played up for the sake of porn: they're raw and real and so loud as he encourages your sounds with a finger circling over your clit.
those at home watching the pair of you, only one hand free as they stroke or finger or rub themselves in time with each thrust of Suguru's hips up into you, are all met with the sight of satoru walking into frame. cock hard and big and at attention as he climbs onto the bed behind you and takes a few moments to kiss at your neck, reach around and play with your bouncing tits.
how he teases you with his words, whispers them into you ear with full knowledge that the cameras microphone wont pick up on his words. there's no production crew this time around, no directors forcing a position or calling for breaks and ruining the building tension in your already coiled stomach.
"gonna fuck this pretty ass so deep, see if i can feel sugu through you hm? you want that?"
and his word already have you on edge, all you think you can manage is a moan of approval and the slightest nod of your head, but satoru grabs your chin and guides your gaze to the camera. "say you want it, say you want me."
"i—fuck—i want you, toru. want you to fuck my ass while i ride suguru."
the domesticity, the sweet nicknames you wouldn't have said on film if you were half as aware of the world around you—it's a lot for poor satoru to handle, what with how hard his cock is, how it's already leaking so much precum onto the sheets beneath you. he can barely still your hips for long enough to work himself into your ass, and the stretch of him is enough to push you forward and on top of suguru.
you're given a moment to adjust, a full minute of stillness to catch your breath and acclimate to the overwhelming fullness you feel—the weird way you feel whole, and the inevitable loss you'll feel once this is over. the moment is also given to stop the poor boys from cumming all too quickly. suguru can feel satoru pulsing inside of you, and satoru swears he can feel suguru's cock twitch. you squeeze around the both of them, test their resolve with a simple roll of the hips, and then choke on your spit when they both start thrusting in tandem with each other. hard and fast and mean and all at once.
it's blinding, the pleasure you feel all of a sudden.
suguru is strong and domineering with his hands on your hips and his cock nestled deep in your pussy—he thrusts his hips up, matches satoru's unkind pace in such a way you're sure you'll be unable to walk the next way. gorgeous praise slips from his lips as you hold eye contact with him—you're surely a mess, fucked stupid by two men at once.
satoru is eager and manic in the way he takes your ass. his hands perched on suguru's thighs as he ruts into you over and over in chase of a climax he knows is going to be unearthly. he'd praise you if he could, but all that spills from his mouth are incoherent babbles of pleasure that would make anyone listening think that he's the one being impaled on his almost too-large cock.
they work so well together—your pleasure seems to be the one thing they consistently agree on. you don't even have the mind to worry about the video length with how fast you're reaching orgasm, dragging the boys with you as you shake between them, wracked with pleasure so overwhelming you're nearly in tears.
it's a clip that gets shared on every porn site and blog known to man. of you, a fucked out mess between two lust-struck men each cumming inside of you at the exact same time your own orgasm crests.
the clenching of suguru's stomach as he bucks up into you, natural instincts rolling his cock as deep as possible as he empties his balls inside of you.
the way satoru tilits his head back, jaw tight and hair a mess as he forgets how to breathe when he paints the inside of your ass with his cum.
and you, impaled on both cocks at the same time, overstimulated and shaking with the remnants of the strongest orgasm you've had in a long time, and still rolling your hips in hopes of more. another round or three, as long as you stay this full.
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#im on my phone so not the typical kinktober setup#but this is day 12#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo smut#satoru gojo smut#geto smut#suguru geto smut#gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader#geto x reader#suguru geto x reader#jjk x reader#satosugu smut#satosugu x reader#kinktober 2024
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cw: suggestive
its the third time that suna stayed over your place that he noticed a little habit of yours.
he runs his hand down your back until he can feel the hem of your panties. he presses a kiss against your jaw before asking, "do you match your underwear with all your outfits?"
you open your eyes to look at him before closing it again and snuggling your face against your chest, "mhm i do."
he traces the lace across the hem, "its really cute" he teasingly pinches the skin at your waist, "i can make it a guessing game."
"thats weird" your voice comes out muffled, "you're such a perv."
"this is totally innocent babe," he chuckles before lifting your leg to lay it on his.
"that's just an excuse to see my undies everyday."
suna clicks his tongue playfully, "ah you got me."
the next day he comes up to you and lazily wraps his arms around your waist. he rests his chin against your shoulder looking down at what you're writing but not actually paying attention to what's in front of him.
after a couple of seconds he stands up straight, "is it navy blue or just blue?"
you tilt your head, "huh?"
"your panties babe," he pulls away from you, "but either way i think its blue"
you look at him exasperatedly, "its pink, too match my top."
he gasps softly and reaches for your hips, "no way let me check."
you roll your eyes but let him check anyway, "pervert."
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x gn!reader#suna x reader#haikyuu smut#suna smut#suggestive#no capitalization typed this on my phone
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☆ texting bf!ateez while they’re on tour
- i saw ateez last weekend and miss them so bad so this is how I cope 😇
warnings: kys joke, swearing, reader is a freak tbh, some nsfw?
- requests are open for multiple groups pssttt !!
#creds to yunho on my phone on twt for yunhos meme#first post omfg…#ateez fanfic#ateez fic#ateez x reader#ateez texts#ateez smut#ateez fluff#ateez imagines#hongjoong x reader#seonghwa x reader#yunho x reader#yeosang x reader#san x reader#mingi x reader#wooyoung x reader#jongho x reader#kpop smau#kpop x reader
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simon (ghost) riley x fem reader
!! smut - minors dni; slight dumbification and daddy kink
simon realizes that he’s finally hit that threshold that renders you incoherent – too blissed out to respond beyond half-formed moans and stuttered gasps; too dizzy from pleasure that your eyes stopped seeing.
shit, you’re always so cute like this.
his hips don’t pause but he does slow down the tempo, choosing to rut deeply and slowly instead as he savours the way your body is getting jostled on the bed as if it stood no chance against his. and it truly doesn’t, a fact that makes him tremble.
you’re so soft and malleable under him, all doe-eyed and soft edges, kiss-swollen lips mouthing his name – “si! daddy, so good!”
simon humps his cock into your pussy, grunting at the feeling of your walls spasming around his size, swallowing him in so greedily. he closes his eyes with a hiss, going blind at the tight squeeze of your heat.
christ, love. how do you expect him to hold back when you feel so delicious around him?
“y’r takin’ me so fuckin’ well again, baby,” he murmurs, pressing his lips on your damp cheek, grinning when all he gets is a breathy moan in reply.
“i’m fuckin’ you good?” simon asks, thrusting in again, meshing together his hips onto your pelvis. the wetness of your cunt makes a wanton sound at the press, and you let out a squeal at another deep slide, your pretty eyes screwing shut at the overwhelming pleasure.
“fuck,” he gasps out. “yeah i am, aren’t i? look at you tremblin’.”
quiet and elated chuckles slip from his lips, and simon croons when all you can do again is cry out his name.
he’ll never tire of hearing you gasp out for him.
he nuzzles his nose along your cheek, the action so soft like he isn’t making a mess out of your cunt, and ghosts a kiss on the bridge of your nose.
“my sweet girl,” he breathes out. “my perfect girl – all mine. is that right, baby?”
“yes,” you finally manage to grit out, your voice all hoarse and broken. “all yours, si.”
simon shivers at your words; at how wrecked you sound, his heart swelling at the knowledge that he’s made you like this. that only he can pull you apart until you are bare and trembling for him.
“s’right, baby, y’r all mine.” he pulls up just enough to catch your little smile, your bleary eyes finally zoned back in as you gaze up at him in bashfulness. simon presses a quick kiss on your lips.
“and i’m all y’rs, sweetheart. jus’ yours.”
#suns.f#THROWING MY PHONE AWAY BC I CANT IM TOO DEEP INTO COD MEN ITS CRAZY#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley#suns
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cw: infidelity
gojo just can't bring himself to care that you're dating his best friend. he's had all the late night guy-talk sessions with suguru and he knows that the man doesn't treat you good enough in bed. suguru is always confiding in satoru about how you seem to fake your orgasms, and how long it takes him on the rare occasion he is able to make you cum. it's not like his friend is bad at sex, he just hasn't taken the time to learn your body.
you're so pretty, satoru knows you'd look so good wrapped around his cock. he can't believe your godly presence is wasted on a man that doesnt care to earn the ins-and-outs of your body.
so when you and suguru fight one day, satoru is the first to step in and offer you his comforts. a hand on your shoulder that aches to trickle down and squeeze at your tits. god you're so pretty when you're all teary eyed and vulnerable.
"he can't even make me finish," is a sentence that leaves your lips before you can stop it and god is satoru thankful for your slip up because otherwise he'd have no opportunity to move in.
you're taken aback when he kisses you, gentle and loving and not at all mean and hungry like he wants to. you pull back, shaking your head and mumbling about how this is wrong but your thighs are squeezing together and you chase his lips when gojo pulls back entirely.
you realise with a tearing guilt in your chest that you want this, to taste what the strongest is willing to give you. and whatever bad feelings pool in your heart are numbed for the time being when satoru hauls you onto your back and parts your knees with his hands.
he's a horrible friend, and you're a horrible partner, but he makes you cum twice on his tongue before even daring to push his dick into you. your orgasms are full bodied and eye-opening and a testament to your guilt because when satoru reaches over for a condom you stop him. you never took suguru raw, always made him wear a condom and pull out just to be safe: but in that moment you think you'd die if you weren't pumped full of his best friends cum.
and you might die, because the stretch of gojos girth is a shock to your system and you think the afterlife might not be so bad if it tastes like him. you take him fully after a few minutes to adjust and the rest is history: you're infatuated with the first stroke and in love with the second.
satoru fills you up with his cum after only a few minutes, though you don't mind his quick climax because you're at heel and cumming on his cock in the same minute. and he pulls out, lets his cum leak out of you onto the sheets beneath you before ramming his length into you again. and again. and again.
and all he can think about as he fucks you for the second (but not last) time of the night is how much better he is for you than suguru. and, if you're awful like he hopes you are and keep him around, how the next time you let suguru fuck you it's 'satoru' thats going to fall from your lips.
#no i dont condone cheating#my boyfriend approves this post#Hello I just brought a DJI Mini 4 Pro and it is really cool >:D#<- that was my boyfriend approving this post i gave him the phone#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo smut#satoru gojo smut#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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him. in my mind. RENT FUCKING FREE.
#nicholas chavez#father charlie mayhew#father charlie smut#monsters: the lyle and erik menendez story#grotesquerie#nicholas chavez x reader#monsters netflix#nicholas alexander chavez#father charlie x reader#( the edit was so bad quality in my phone but you know THE edit.).
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GALE was the vocal one during sex. He was helpless and mewing half the time. His hands pawing and clawing at your hips with his head thrown back. He tried to watch you ask much as he could, but his eyes would slip shut. Especially when you anchored your hands on his chest to give yourself a better angle, to have more leverage. He was a mess of moans and panting out your name like a prayer. Every few rolls and snaps of your hips he'd groan and whine, a soft noise, quiet, deep from his chest.
"That's it- God's, that's lovely. You're wonderful at this, are you- ah-" A sharp moan left him, his hands gripping the meat of your ass. He kneaded it, using it to help you fuck him just the way he liked. "I worry I might not survive this.." He swallowed hard, choking back a pathetic whine. "My love.. You're a delight-"
He couldn't help it. You sounded like an animal, your keening moans and open mouth cries. You had made his dick creamy, like a crown at the base. His pubes sticky, navel tacky. You'd come once or twice on his cock. He loved that. He loved feeling those pillowy walls clench around him, trying to milk him for everything he had and more.
"I can't last- not like this-" His hands shook. He was tempted to pull you off of him, so he could have a breather. He was no stranger to edging, you found this wildly hot. How he'd force himself to pull out, panting against your neck in between mouth mouthed kisses on your neck.
Instead, he rolled you over, your legs hooked around his waist from the position change. He pressed your thighs to your chest, angling them apart. He pistoned into with abandon, the wet slaps mixed with your combined moans was a symphony of sin. His forehead pressed to yours, his eyes barely open.
"Look at me. Please." He was barely able to get the words out. His chest tight from the gasps for air, it was like your hot cunt squeezed the air from his lungs. You couldn't deny your wizard what he wanted, such a simple request. When your eyes met, one hand left your thigh to hold your cheek. "Hello, my love.." His words soft and sweet. So sweet. It went straight to your pussy. She was battered by all the attention he'd given her. It was all too much, he was pounding all rationality from you. The waves of another orgasm threatened to crash over you and sweep you away. Gale knew this. From the beginning he was so in tune with what your body was doing.
He used his shoulders to keep your legs pinned, his now free hand dropping down to circle your clit with precision. He felt the grip on his hair tighten, nails raking his back. "That's it, my sweet. Absolutely divine. Like you're a gift from the gods themselves.."
His hips stuttered, eyes fluttering as your cunt clenched him. "Gods above and below.." He buried himself one last time, staying in place as he spilled himself deep inside. His legs trembled as his seed coated your walls. he didn't pull out right away, his face resting into your neck, breath wavering.
His cum oozed out in thick gobs with every twitch and flutter from both of you, ruining the sheets.
#c: gale#f: baldur's gate#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#baldur's gate#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#bg3#gale/reader#gale imagines#gale/tav#gale imagine#gale x tav#gale x reader#gale smut#sorry it's not the nicest#my phone is currently fucked:)#so I'm in no mood to italicize and make things bold#use ur imagination#anyways#gaaaaaale dinner#feeding the galemancers
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suna absolutely needs to see your pussy when you fuck and he’s incredibly embarrassing about it. uses the harsh light of his phone so he can watch the pad of his thumb roll your puffy clit before dipping two long digits between your silky folds. he thinks this lighting is the best cause your pussy glistens like glitter for him — his favourite is when you’re on top and he gets a nice full view of you squirting all over his cock <3
#haikyuu smut#suna rintaro x reader#suna smut#just imagining suna blindly reach for his phone so he can blind you under his phone light lmao
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Between Lines
Sub!Kenma x Fem!reader
CW: caught jerking off, reader a lil mean, begging, kenma being a cry baby, phone smut
A/N: Kinda rushed this one tbh.. I don’t know if I’m a fan of it but I liked the idea
WC: 1,360
Kenma's quiet demeanor was a defining trait, one that set him apart from the crowd. He wasn't one to actively seek out friendships, nor did he make much effort to engage in conversations with girls.
However, you were the exception. The circumstances of how your nightly calls began was something Kenma could not recall; but it was evolved from your shared love of video games. But once the controllers were set aside for the night, the conversations continued.
Despite his reputation for silence, Kenma was an attentive listener. He found solace in the sound of your voice, absorbing every detail you shared – whether it was the latest gossip, your favorite TV shows, or the mundane details of your day. He was content with this, offering only occasional interjections or quiet chuckles in response.
When the topic inevitably turned to him, Kenma's responses were dry, stale. I mean, you tried to talk about him, but it’s like he was on a witness protection program. He always found a way to turn the conversations back to you.
You weren’t exactly sure why, as sometimes you would have to ask “Are you still there, Kozu?"
A soft "mhmm" would be his only response, a subtle reassurance that he was indeed still listening.
Tonight was no exception. The clock ticked past 10:00 pm, leaving Kenma’s room dark as he lay on his bed, phone pressed to his ear. Your voice filled the room, animated and excited as you recounted the latest episode from your favorite TV show.
"But can you believe that plot twist?" you exclaimed, your excitement palpable even through the phone.
"Yeah, it was unexpected," Kenma replied, his tone calm but laced with a hint of amusement.
As the conversation continued, Kenma found himself lying there, feeling embarrassingly aroused. Lately, he had been struggling to find release, but there was something about the sound of your voice that seemed to make him undeniably hard.
His hand started to wander lower, venturing into forbidden territory where his boxers were already dampened with precum.
"That reminds me, Kozu! What you pulled off during the last match was pretty impressive," you enthusiastically complimented him, completely unaware of the effect your words were having on him.
“o-oh really?” He asked shakily, shamelessly teasing his overly sensitive pink tip.
"Mhmm, good job, Kozu.” You chuckled, praising him once more for his gaming skills.
Now, of all times, was the worst moment to praise him like that. He was already so aroused! The tone of your voice, your affectionate words, and just your presence in general was too much for him. By now, he was shakily jerking himself off, beads of precum leaking out of his tip.
He attempted to stifle his sounds of pleasure, but his efforts were in vain as a loud moan escaped him, broadcasting through the mic. His moment of ecstasy was abruptly halted when the realization of his mistake hit him.
"Kozu?" you asked, surprised at his unexpected reaction. Kenma didn’t know what to do with himself. He could die right about now. The one time he decided to let into his urges and he gets caught!
Before he could gather his thoughts to respond, you continued with a mischievous tone, "Have you been getting off to my voice every night?" Kenma's cheeks flushed even deeper as he struggled to find words, caught off guard by your bold question.
"N-no... I just... I'm sorry," Kenma whimpered out, his embarrassment evident in his voice. Somehow, he found himself even more aroused than before. Being caught by you had an unexpected effect on his body.
He braced himself for your potential reaction—scolding, perhaps even the silent treatment, or worse. But instead, your voice cut through his panicked thoughts, softer than before, calm and understanding,
"Did you cum yet?" you asked curiously, your tone indicating a desire to help with his predicament.
"W-what?" Kenma asked, still expecting a reprimand from you, his confusion evident in his voice.
“Cum? Did you?” you asked, this time with a slightly firmer tone.
"N-n, no.. no I didn’t," Kenma told you anxiously, unable to believe you would ask him something so intimate.
“Do you want to?” you inquired, your tone still gentle, yet probing. Kenma couldn't decipher how you felt about the situation, but he responded with a shaky "yes," although it was an obvious answer.
Your light laughter filled the air, further fueling Kenma's embarrassment. "I won't stop you, Kozu. I was waiting for something like this to happen," you admitted seductively, your words sending a shiver down his spine.
Kenma let out a soft whine, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through him at your candid admission.
His hand slowly made its way back down to his aching cock, ready to relive himself of this burning feeling.
"What... what do you mean?" Kenma let out shakily, running his hand over the length of his throbbing erection. God, he was incredibly turned on right now, teetering on the edge of climax with every touch.
"Oh, come on," you teased, as if he should have known what you meant all along, though maybe he did, he wasn't sure. "Do you think I spend hours talking to you even when it’s late just for fun? I like you, Kozume. I really do," you confessed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
This time, Kenma let out a loud moan in response. You? You liked him? It was all too much for him to process.
"I want to see you," he whined, his voice filled with desperation, the sound of his frantic movements against his cock audible through the speaker, causing you to clench around nothing.
"You sound so pretty right now. I wish it was my hand doing the work for you," you remarked, ignoring his attempts at flattery.
He continued to diligently pleasure himself, while you comforted him with soft words, unwittingly encouraging his actions.
His breath became heavier, punctuated by moans and whimpers. "Please," he breathed out, nearing the edge of his climax.
"Please what, Kozu? Do you want to cum?" you asked warmly, causing him to nod his head rapidly, as if you could see him.
"Hmm?" you questioned at his silence. He let out a shy "can I?" seeking your permission for release.
"I don’t know…" you trailed off, feigning contemplation. "I’m kind of upset you touched yourself to my voice without me knowing. You're such a little pervert," you chided, and Kenma couldn't help but let out a mangled sob, his hand slowing its pace in response to your disapproval.
Hearing his slowed motions, you quickly scolded him,
"Don’t slow down if I didn’t tell you to.” This time you were much harsher than he expected. Tears began running down his burning cheeks, small apologies leaving his wet lips.
“If you wanna cum, beg," your demeanor shifted quickly, fueling his arousal even more.
He couldn’t believe you would make him do something so lewd, but he was too far gone to stop himself, "Please.. p-please [name], 'wanna cum so bad! I'm sorry.. mm sorry!" Kenma's voice came out in pitiful sobs, his desperation evident.
The sound of your tongue clicking, as if you weren’t satisfied with his pleas, only made him more desperate.
“I don’t know… maybe I should make you wait until I can touch you,” you remarked. But all Kenma could focus on was the “until I can touch you.”
The thought of you, looking at him with those pretty eyes as you made him cum on himself over and over again, was too much.
He let out more pleas and whimpers, his hips buckling pathetically into his own hand.
“I need to cum, it hurts. I haven’t in sooo long. Please, just this once.. one time,” he rambled, trying to convince you.
"Alright baby, let it out," you finally relented, and Kenma's moans grew louder as thick white ropes of cum flew out from his sensitive tip, coating his pale stomach. Small thank yous and pieces of your name left his lips as he hit his peak.
"Who knew someone so quiet would moan so loud," you remarked, a hint of amusement in your voice.
#sub haikyuu#dom reader#hq kenma#kozume kenma#kenma x reader#sub!character#sub!kenma#haikyu x reader#haikyu smut#haikyuu#dom!reader#phone#begginer writer#haikyu x you#kenma x you#kenma x y/n#haikyuu kenma#kenma#kenma fluff#video games#smut
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Sticky
Joel Miller x F!Reader (18+)
mdni please
You and Joel find another way to make the summer heat more bearable.
tags: smut (duh), food play (popsicle), anal play, creampie, unprotected p in v (do not! do this! pls!), kind of? oral (f receiving), praising, dirty talk (joel doesn't know how to shut up and we love him for that), mentions of gagging (once), reader is abled, afab reader. joel is 20 years older. idk if I forgot anything else.
word count: 9.2k
a/n: this is just another level –for me, at least– of things I wouldn't normally write. please take my phone away? thanks. I think I was possessed when I came up with this. anyways! hope you enjoy.
this was inspired by If You Like Piña Coladas by @gutsby ! it was amazingly written, I loved it and after reading it I came up with this idea. <3
as always, please enjoy and lmk what you think! reblogs, likes and comments are always deeply appreciated 🫶🏻
It all started when you were out on patrol, scavenging and rummaging through abandoned places, looking for supplies to take back to Jackson.
"Anything, really." Maria told you, as the warmer weather was approaching and you needed anything that would help keep people cool. Especially the elders, kids and babies.
Could a horse carry a whole fan back to Jackson? Not possibly. So Joel got to disassemble it while you took the opportunity to look through every drawer, cabinet and box.
"Joel, look!" You said, holding up some molds. They were the kind that you would fill up with juice and fruit, then put the sticks in them to make a popsicle. Maybe it wouldn't keep you cool, but it was a nice distraction.
Joel chuckled as he saw them. He remembered making those with Sarah every summer in a desperate attempt to keep his daughter in a somehow manageable mood, as she hated the heat and made her irritable. You could see the shimmer in his eyes, the kind that showed up every time he thought of his daughter. He has recently started to open up about her, and you didn't really push him to do it: just let him.
"We should keep those." He replied. "Maybe try making some back at home."
The idea sounded fantastic, and there were more molds as you kept scavenging. Maybe you could even make them and offer them at the town hall for people to feast on while they fought the intense rays of sun.
Once back home, you got to work. Joel helped by squeezing the oranges as well as cutting up strawberries and apples, the kitchen ending up a fruity mess. But you didn't mind, if anything, it made your heart flutter at the sight. It was domestic, tender, to be cooking together. Making a snack to make the summer heat a little more bearable for the both of you.
You set them inside the fridge and honestly, forgot about them until two days later until Joel brought them up. The two of you were plopped on the couch, fanning yourself with magazines as you tried to pay attention to the TV with that old DVD player plugged into it, playing a movie Joel had made you watch more times that you could count on.
You were distracted, and you knew it. And he would be a liar if he said he wasn't. Your cause of distraction? The way Joel's cheeks were slightly flushed, sweat trickling down his tanned neck, how the popsicle would drip down his veiny hands. How he would lick it, God, why couldn't he lick you instead? And he was suffering from the same twisted thoughts. The way your lips would wrap around the popsicle.. he was almost sure you were doing it on purpose. Pushing it inside your mouth and pulling it out with a plop! He could think of the times you'd done that with his cock before, the image being burned inside his eyelids.
He couldn't do it anymore. Couldn't pretend he wasn't affected by you.
"It take you that long to finish that thing?" He spoke up, his voice slightly hoarse from hiding his desire for too. damn. long.
"What do you mean?"
You asked as you bit into it and chewed a smile piece of the ice thing, then swallowed it. His eyes followed the movement of your throat and oh, you knew.
He wanted to erase that shit-eating grin off your face with the tip of his cock, smearing his precum all over your—
"You know what I mean. You're doing it on purpose."
"And you aren't?" You leaned forward, and that made him feel like he'd been caught red-handed. Truth was that, yes, he had been slurping at the thing like he would swallow your juices whenever he found himself on his favorite place on earth: between your legs.
"What if I am?"
"What if I am too?"
The silence between you grew thick, like a string that was taunt with too much tension. Until he snapped it, grabbing the popsicle and shoving it into your mouth. You tried to protest by whining his name.
"Shut up." He spoke as he quickly worked to take off your shorts. He pushed them down and immediately placed his head between your legs, making you open your mouth so much that the popsicle almost fell. He caught it and put it back into your mouth.
"Keep suckin' it, sweetheart. Don't stop 'til I tell ya so."
And you obliged, a small smile on your face as you loved experimenting new things with your man. He licked a long stripe over your damp underwear, making you close your legs around his head. He was quick to separate them and nuzzle his nose against the cotton of it, inhaling your scent. You would be embarrassed if he hadn't done it like a hundred times before. It was nothing new.
"Joel.." You whined, almost pleaded as you gripped his hair. You kept eating the popsicle, licking and slurping at it to provoke him even more. And did he notice.
He looked up at you, eyes dark from his pupils occupying almost his whole irises. He took a finger and pushed at your entrance, penetrating you with your underwear.
"You take what I give you." He reminded you. Your mouth felt open at the sudden contact, aching to be filled. Some of the juice spilled down your chin and onto your chest, and he looked at it like it was the most attractive, sexy thing he'd ever seen. He pumped his fingers a couple of times before his patience broke.
"Damn it, darlin'. I swear I'm tryin' to take my time but today just won't be the case." He spoke, before pushing down his own clothes and your underwear flew God knows where.
He sat you on his lap, pressing you down against the evidence of the effect you had on him. Gently, never being rough, pushed your legs open with his knees and held you like that.
"Oh, look at 'er.. Already cryin' for me, baby?"
He teased, and brought two of his fingers at your slick. You squirmed on his lap, breathing ragged as you tried to find something to hold onto. But he didn't let you.
Instead, with those two fingers, he parted your lips open and looked down at your glistening cunt. It was gaping, closing around air as if it was already preparing itself for the stretch that Joel's length would be.
But.. he didn't do it. Not yet. He pulled the popsicle out of your mouth and pressed it against your hole. Your eyes widened and you gasped for air at the cold sensation, telling him that he couldn't do that, that it was wrong, that—
"Beggin' to be filled, isn't she?" He murmured, hot breath against your ear. He didn't really care about you trying to be cautious, he knew that deep down you didn't care about that either. You wanted to be filled, and he was a man that took your wishes seriously. He placed the popsicle in front of you so you could see it before he slowly trusted it inside of you. You cried out and he hushed you softly.
"Oh, I know, I know." He cooed at you. "She'll get used to it. Now take it."
And you trembled, fighting the internal battle of pulling his hand away or letting him fuck you senseless with a popsicle. The sticky, orange, freezing cold stick was melting inside of you. And every time Joel pulled it out and pushed it back down, some would drip out of your hole. Juices mixed with whatever blend of fruit you poured into those molds, all dripping down to the floor.
You could sense Joel's eyes locked on it, his breath becoming more labored than he would like to admit. He would beg to clean up that mess with his own tongue if it meant tasting your tangy, slightly sour slick.
"Takin' it so good, princess. Look at you. 's it feel good?" He asked, whispering against your ear. You couldn't see him but you knew that he looked pussy drunk, that grin on his face that told you he was high just from watching you take a popsicle or whatever he pushed inside of you.
You were a mess. Hair sticking to your forehead as the old ceiling fan wasn't strong enough to cool down any of you. Your own back felt sticky and hot against Joel's chest. But did he mind? No. He loved every liquid that would come out of you, even your sweat. He had eaten you out after being hours on patrol, sweat pooling in every fold of your body. But he just couldn't wait until you showered. That summed up how little Joel cared about any of that stuff.
Your head fell back against his shoulder and you shut your eyes closed as he stretched you further with the popsicle, the sounds were almost enough to make you want to hide your face in the crook of his neck out of embarrassment. They were almost pornographic, and you felt Joel's cock twitching underneath your ass.
"Joel—Please!" You cried out. "I want it. Please. I can—"
The popsicle was shoved into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue and making you gag softly as he went a little too deep. You could taste yourself in it, and it turned you on even more. Joel was tired of your cries, he would give you what he wanted when he wanted it.
"Hold it." He commanded and you held the popsicle, drool dripping out of it and into your chest, making an orange mess.
With his hands now free, he pushed your hips forward and up, lining the red, unattended tip of his dick against your entrance. You squirmed and cried, voice muffled by the long, cold stick.
"Shh, sh, sh. I got you, sweetheart."
I whispered and pulled you down against it with one swift move, having little to no mercy with your aching hole. He pushed on your lower back and you leaned forward as he started moving his hips deliberately, kissing your cervix every time he went up. He moaned at the sight of orange juice still pouring out of you, coating his cock along with your slick.
"What a sight, baby. I bet.."
He took the popsicle out of your mouth, and you panted for air. Your moans and soft cries filled the room as he filled you, stuffed you full to leave you limping for a week.
"..It'll look prettier like this." You almost didn't hear him, the pleasure overtaking you.. *almost*. But he made sure you did, at least, feel him when he pushed the popsicle into your rosebud, making the small hole stretch around it. He whimpered at the sight, something he never did. You gasped, holding onto the coffee table in front of you for dear life as you could swear you saw your soul leaving your body for good.
The squelching sounds, juices dripping everywhere making a mess around you two, was enough to make you near your orgasm. He pumped the thing in and out at the same rhythm as he raised his hips. You swore you'd never felt more full in your life, warm and cold at the same time in different places. He stared in awe, watching both of your holes swallow both him and the popsicle smoothly.
When Joel noticed that you were near, he picked up the pace of both: the popsicle that entered your anus with ease, melting and filling you to the brim, and his cock that you could swear you felt on your stomach.
"Thatta girl.. milk my cock, sweetheart. Yeah, good fucking girl."
He babbled nonsense, an indicator that he was close too. With not one, not two, but three thrusts he gripped your hips, biting down –gently– onto your shoulder as he painted your walls white with his seed. You could feel your legs twitching as his body trembled, your name coming out of his mouth in soft prayers. You followed quickly after him, closing your walls around his length in a way that almost got it hard again. You stayed there, bodies still intertwined and covered in fruit juices, panting for air until you both came back to reality.
He then scooped you up into his arms and carried you upstairs. He would clean up the mess later, he said as he guided you both into the shower. Once there, he made sure to clean up every dip and crevice of your body while you felt your eyelids drooping. He caressed your back gently and pressed soft kisses against your forehead and shoulders while rubbing you dry, making sure you were taken care of and never felt like any encounter was just to please him. Then, he carried you to bed and cuddled up against you, placing your head on his chest and running his fingers through your hair gently, like he always did to soothe you.
"We gotta make those more often. You know.. to survive the heat."
He murmured with a smirk as you drifted off to sleep. And all you could wonder was how the fuck did a man twenty years older than you have the stamina of a beast.
#please don't do this#THIS IS FICTION#next time take my phone away#joel miller au#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x reader#tlou joel#joel miller#joel miller smut#fanfiction#pedro pascal fanfiction
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4:44 am. | jeong yunho
fluff. 500 words.
a/n heyyyy I miss yunho so fucking bad
You wake up almost immediately.
The touch is familiar, known. Hands gently rubbing your shoulders, a soft nuzzle into your cheek. Instantaneous. Yunho is home, reigniting your body with consciousness. You think you’d be able to tell it was him by the sound of his footsteps, the pattern of his little snaps when he walks into the room.
You make a noise somewhere between a grunt and a yawn morphed by the smile you can’t hold back, turning around to at least pretend you don’t know who’s waking you up this late at night (or maybe early in the morning?).
In the low light coming through the cracks in your blinds and the soft blue glow from your nightlight in the corner, Yunho looks beautiful. Soft, and tired, and yours to finally hold again. His hair is messy and you recognize the hoodie he’s wearing as one he’s had forever, complete with a dot of the pomegranate juice you accidentally stained it with a few years ago. He smiles when he sees you’re awake, eyes so round and full of fondness it makes you want to cry.
“I’m home,” he whispers in the dark, and your hands trace up his arms until you’re pulling him close down to you, burying a hand in his hair and sighing at the weight of him, at the feeling of his arms circling around you.
“Welcome back,” you answer back, letting him maneuver the two of you in bed until he's on his back for you to lay on top of him. You catch sight of the digital clock on your nightstand – nearing five in the morning. Yunho opens his arms for you and you practically dive in, listening to the timber of his chuckle through his chest. “Came straight from the airport?”
Your voice is muffled by his shoulder, but he understands just fine. One of his hands rubs at your back while the other plays with your hair. “Yeah, had the manager drop me off,” he murmurs, lifting your head up so he can hold your face in his hands. “I missed you so much, honey.”
It makes you melt. You missed him too, so terribly, the kind of thing that settles in your bones and can’t be helped. “Me too,” you say, letting him look at you while you do the same. It’s all you can say short of pouring your heart out for him. Undying devotion, care stretched so wide it takes up your entire body. Vanilla candles and matching rings and the first day of spring. I miss you, I love you, forever. You hope he understands.
His eyes are full of stars. You think he knows.
You lean forward and press the softest kiss to his lips. He reciprocates immediately, like always, just happy to feel you against him. He practically melts in your hold, sighing like your kiss lifts all of his worries. It’s innocent, and sweet – you’ll have more time for the heavy stuff later.
For now, Yunho’s home. And you love him.
#if the formatting is weird don't worry abt it im on my Phone.#anyways i miss him so terribly bad my yunho...#ateez x reader#ateez imagines#ateez yunho x reader#ateez yunho imagine#ateez yunho timestamp#ateez yunho drabble#ateez yunho smut#jeong yunho x reader#jeong yunho imagine#jeong yunho timestamp#jeong yunho drabble#jeong yunho smut#yunho ateez imagine#yunho imagine#yunho x reader#yunho timestamp#yunho smut
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sparkling juice
words: 1.9k
warnings: 18+ only!!!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, virgin!reader, dubcon, drugging/tricking reader into drinking, established relationship, innocent/shy!reader (at least at first wink wink), kinda dark!rafe but really he just wants to bang reader reaaaaal bad
“this is so sweet, rafey.” you coo, your hand held firmly in his.
“anything for you baby.” rafe pulls you along the path, further out into the meadow until you get to a shaded area under a tall tree.
“here is perfect.” rafe says, setting the picnic basket down and draping the large blanket he brought with him.
“thank you.” you tell rafe, pulling him in for a sweet kiss before sitting down.
“i brought all your favorites.” rafe says, taking a spot next to you and opening up the picnic basket.
you let out a little squeak in excitement and seeing all your favorite foods before your brows scrunch together as you point at a bottle. “what's that?”
“that's um… sparkling juice. that's all, baby.” of course, rafe knows that's not all it is, but you don't need to know that yet.
rafe pulls out some food for you to snack on, not hungry himself, happy to watch you nibble on crackers and bite into juicy strawberries.
“wanna try some juice with me baby?”
“mhm, of course rafey.” you watch his large hands as he fills two plastic cups, handing one to you. “drink slow.”
you nod in response before taking a sip, pulling away and sputtering. “ew!”
“oh, baby.” rafe pouts. “do you not like it? im so sorry i thought you would.”
“let me… let me try to drink it again. i think im just not used to the carbonation.” you take another sip, able to control your reaction better. “it's not bad!” rafe can tell you're lying, but he lets out a fake sigh of relief and smiles at you.
“so glad, baby. we can keep drinking while we talk, yeah? tell me about your day.”
rafe knows the easiest way to get you distracted is to have you talk, and so as you describe your day, which leads into your plans for next week, which leads into how much you love rafe, you keep taking sips as rafe refills just your cup.
“i… my head feels kinda fuzzy.” you frown, setting the drink down, realizing your fingers are also slightly numb.
“uh oh.” rafe pouts, drawing his thumb over your cheek. “maybe it's the heat. why don't you lay down?”
“yeah.” you nod, laying back onto the blanket, surprised how plush it is from the soft long grass underneath it. “im-” you let out a sudden giggle. “im like really in love with you, rafey.”
“im really in love with you too, kiddo.” rafe adjusts himself to lay next to you, propped up on his side to keep an eye on your reaction as the alcohol you didn't know you were drinking slowly takes effect. “that's why i planned out this whole picnic for you. and brought you special juice.”
“was there-” you hiccup, words slurring slightly. “anything special in the special juice?”
“hm.” rafe sits up, picking up the now half empty bottle. his eyes widen in fake shock as he reads the label. “oh no baby! i must have grabbed the wrong bottle! i meant to get us sparkling juice but i got us sparkling wine!”
“im… im drunk?” you put together what rafes words mean, mind working slowly.
“im so sorry.” rafe moves to hover over you, cupping your cheek. “will you forgive me?”
“course.” you nod quickly. “was an accident.”
“you're so sweet baby.” rafe brings his lips down on top of yours, kissing you wildly, mouths and tongues a passionate mess.
“should we go get some water to help… get rid of this feeling?” you ask rafe as he shifts to kissing your jaw.
“that's so smart, baby, but i can't drive us home drunk, and you don't have your license.”
you knew how to drive well enough, but in your 20 years of life, never felt the need to actually get your license. your parents drove you around as a kid until you started dating rafe a year ago, and then he drove you around everywhere.
“oh, right.” you nod, letting out a small gasp as rafes kisses move lower, exploring your neck. this is where you usually stop him, pull his head back up to kiss your lips and remind him you want to wait. not necessarily until marriage, but a bit longer, until the time is right.
“we should do something to pass the time, baby. until the alcohol is out of our system.”
“doesn't eating help?” you try to remember what you heard your friends talk about, since you're not a drinker yourself. “we could share the rest of the crackers.”
“i was thinking… we could finally make love.” rafe suggests, pulling back to look in your eyes, watching the way your brain is fighting against the alcohol in your system.
“well, you did take me on this nice picnic…”
“mhm.”
“and we have been dating for over a year now.”
“yes.”
“so… i suppose we could.” you shove down any doubting voices in your head, letting the looseness of your inhibitions guide your actions as you lean forward to kiss rafe again.
“thank you baby.” rafe repeats his words between kisses, his weight shifting to his elbow as his other hand holds your waist, before moving up until it's cupping your breast.
“oh!” you gasp, surprised by how good it feels. rafe smiles, tugging at your dress until the material is below your bra, pushing your breasts up.
“what if someone sees?!” you hiss out. it's not likely someone would come by, but rafe doesn't want to ruin his chance to finally have you.
“okay.” he pulls your dress back up, settling for touching you over the material as he distracts you with soft kisses once again. “ill just push your dress up. that way if anyone comes by you can easily cover yourself up.”
“mhm.” you nod, eyes sliding shut, head fuzzy from the alcohol and now from the pleasure building in your system.
rafe reaches down to pull his cock out of his pants, leaving himself mostly covered as well. he begins to slowly stroke himself, already halfway hard just from the excitement.
“oh!” rafe hadn't even realize your eyes had opened up until your outburst.
“it's okay, baby.” rafe says. he's well aware this is your first time seeing his cock as he waits for you to form a reaction.
“i… i want to feel.” you reach down, cautious hand, still numb at the fingertips as you stroke over rafes length, eyes widening when you realize how hard it truly feels..
“can you… can you not look?” you ask shyly, hand still slowly moving as you speak. “at me.”
“baby, you know i find you beautiful. all of you… but if that's what you want, okay.”
“just… look away for a minute.” you wait for rafes gaze to turn to the meadow, watching the flowers sway in the breeze as he hears you shuffling around on the blanket to take your underwear off.
“okay.” you say.
rafe looks back to you, smile growing as he realizes you're laid back down once again, dress pushed up to your thighs, just enough to hide your privates.
“ill be nice and slow, okay? and you tell me if anything hurts.” rafe moves over you, waiting for you to nod before reaching down with one hand to grab his cock. he keeps your skirt as far down as he can while tucking his dick between your thighs. he moves until he bumps skin, letting out a breath when he realizes you are wet.
he rubs his cock through your folds, watching the way your face twists in pleasure, brows pulling together and mouth dropping open.
you let out a moan when rafe hits what he assumes is your clit. he focuses the head of his cock on it for a moment before sinking lower to your entrance.
rafe manages to keep his word, pushing in slowly. he may have been buttering you up for an entire year just to get in your pants, but now he wants more than just once, you're well and truly his, and he plans on exploring with you until you're transformed from innocent girlfriend into personal slut.
“oh! oh, rafe!” your hands move to grip his shoulders. “that… that feels really good!”
“doesn't hurt at all?” rafe can tell he's stretching you somewhat, but clearly by your rapid shaking of your head no, you're not feeling any pain.
“gonna f-make love to you now then.” he swings his hips back before pushing forward, and soon your moans are filling the meadow, being carried away by the wind as he thrusts into you.
“so, so good, rafey.” you cry out, back arching off the picnic blanket. rafe smiles. your first time, and you're already behaving like this. he's going to turn you into a whore sooner than he thought.
“fu-fudge!” you shout out, making rafe chuckle softly as you use your curse word substitute just like you prefer doing.
“you feel so good round me, baby.” rafe says, bending down to kiss your neck. “love the way you're squeezing me.”
“harder.” you whine out. rafes eyebrows raise, but he doesn't question your demand, pushing his hips faster, slamming into you more. your dress pushed up from all the motion to reveal rafes cock burying itself inside your pussy.
he lets out a moan as you grip onto the blanket, not caring about him being able to see you as you feel a high building inside of you.
“i think im close.” you say.
“cum for me baby. ill cum with you.” rafe says, bringing a hand down to your clit, your moans doubling as he rubs over it with his thumb.
your high hits you suddenly. it takes a perfect thrust from rafe a long with his thumb flicking over your clit and your wall breaks with a scream, hips rising off the checkered fabric as you cum, pussy clenching around rafe as he spills inside of you with a moan of his own.
you both collapse in a heap, faces flushed and chests rising and falling rapidly.
rafe pulls out of you carefully before flopping onto his back.
“that was really good, rafey.” you cuddle into his side, resting your head on his chest.
“thank you for trusting me enough to do that with me, baby.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“of course.” your eyes are on rafes cock, still halfway hard despite just cumming. you reach down, ghosting your fingers along his length before swirling your fingertip over the head then against his slit as rafes hips twitch from the overstimulation.
“do you think we can do that again? and then maybe when we get home? after you're good to drive, of course.” you look up at rafe with what he thought were big, innocent eyes, but he's quickly realizing you've got a different side just below the surface.
-- six months later --
“ugh, rafe!” you groan as he presses buttons on the controller, eyes firmly on the screen.
“promise baby, will be done in five minutes.” he says, barely glancing to you.
you're tired of being ignored as you pull off the only clothing you are wearing, a big t-shirt of rafes to cover yourself. rafe glances over, realizing you're now completely nude as his fingers freeze.
“i want to fuck. if you're not gonna help me, im gonna go help myself.” you shrug.
rafe tosses the controller onto the floor, a proud smile on his face. you've become just who he's always wanted you to be. “of course im gonna help you baby, come get on this dick.”
#i wrote this on my phone so there are probably a lot of mistakes#sorry!#rafe smut#rafe cameron smut#obx smut#outer banks smut#rafe fic#rafe fanfic#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe x you#rafe x y/n#rafe x oc#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x oc#rafe imagine#rafe one shot#rafe blurb#rafe drabble#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron one shot#rafe cameron drabble#rafe cameron blurb
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tsumu - nii ❤︎ cw cest
“s-s so creamy, ‘tsumu-nii.”
“yeah? you like it ?”
“mm . .”
you slobber around the tip of atsumu’s cock, strings of spit dribbling down the heavy shaft. one hand wraps around his heavy base , the other around his blushed tip accompanying your mouth.
you’re crouched in between his spread legs , only seconds ago when you had asked your nii-chan for something unfamiliar .
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“can i suck your cock, nii-nii ? please !”
“no honey. y’gonna hurt yourself, you don’t know how t’do it. next time , okay?”
“but— “ you protest with a petulant whine.
“i said no. y’really need nii-nii to repeat himself?”
“i’m sorry..” you mewl.
he’s so mean. you had only wanted to help , since he had complained about the raging hard-on he seemingly ‘couldn’t get rid of,’ struggling and squirming in his spot on the couch. frankly, it was bothering you too.
you just want what’s best for your nii-chan.
you lean against his chest, his arms enveloping the small of your body , but he feels a tiny pang in his heart as he watches you pout, upset at his rejection.
he sighs and you look up, “okay fine. wanna try makin’ nii-chan feel better?”
he swears he sees your eyes light up.
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“n-nii nii, i really like it.”
“y’makin’ nii-chan feel so good baby. don’t hurt yourself now.”
“won’t..” you whine at his constant reminders.
you kiss against his tip, tasting his creamy pre on the plush of your lips. you have yet to take him down your throat without instruction ; you know he was likely to scold you if you had.
he runs his fingers through the soft of your hair , soft pats to the top of your head.
“gorgeous sis.”
you blush at the compliment , eager for more. you place the tip of his shaft against your tongue , soft suckles to the sensitive tip.
“ah.. shit . ‘s perfect for nii-nii.”
you rub your thighs together when he grunts , hand crawling back into the bed of your hair with a gentle tug.
“wanna learn how t’make nii-chan feel even better ?”
#eeeek#i miss haikyuu days sm :(#saw a panel of him shutting up a crowd w his fist#i know the format is probably so ugly on other devices#but it’s so cute on my phone </3#atsumu miya x you#hq atsumu#miya atsumu#atsumu x reader#atsumu smut#haikyuu atsumu#atsumu x y/n#atsumu x you#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x y/n#tw.incest#drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊
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Sylus makes you sit on his lap—
—with his cock buried inside you, your reflection all pretty and sweat-slicked in the mirror as he forces you to watch with a hand around your neck. He plays between your legs, rubbing your clit in meticulous circles. Has your wrists manacled together between your bodies with his Evol so you can’t run away—not that you want to. And amid the lewd squelching of your pussy, your labored breaths, and your blood fiercely pumping in your throat, he rasps the filthiest shit into your ear. And his voice is all coddling and dulcet, making you clench around him.
“Gonna cum for me, princess? Yeah? Like that? Oh, you feel so good. You take me so deep. Look at her. She’s filthy. This slutty pussy. She’s all mine, isn’t she?”
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