#show us your velvety naked scalp

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Xiao Zhan x Cutting Away 3000 Strands of Worry

[hellabigsimp]

Confession | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Oneshot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Summary: Bucky wants you to confess how much you need him.

This was heavily inspired by the song “Do it for me” - Rosenfeld.

Warnings: smut (18+), oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (wrap them willies people), swearing, dom/sub tones, slight breeding kink. There is no story, just smut.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: So this has been sat in my drafts for a week now. I wrote the first half and was super proud and then I had to stop to get back to real life and lost motivation for it, but I wanted to finish it. So I hope its not too bad. 

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“Get on your knees,” Bucky whispers, pulling you your face closer by your chin. He smelt like leather, smoke, and something sweet, you couldn’t put your finger on it, but it was intoxicating; heady. “Get on your knees and show how much you love me. How much you need me.”

Your knees buckled as he let go of your chin, the dull ache shadowed by the throbbing between your thighs. He’d barely touched you and you were already a mess, already on the brink of coming undone.

You watch through your lashes as he unbuckles his trousers slowly, his fingers deftly undoing it. You watch entranced. You knew what those fingers could do, the pain and pleasure they gave you. You licked you lips as you watched the trousers fall away.

Buckys arousal was evident through his boxers. You shuffle forward on your knees, placing small kisses on top of the fabric, feeling him throb through the material. You suddenly felt his hand in your hair, his thumb rubbing gentle circles. You close your eyes, basking in the affection.

You felt the tug on your hair as Bucky forces you to look up at him. “What did I say?”

You swallow, your mouth dry. “Show you how much I need you.”

Bucky hums as a devilish smiles appears in his face. “Be a good girl then.”

Your chest swells at the idea of his praise. You craved it, along with the very being of the man in front of you. You craves him like oxygen, it was something you couldn’t live without.

You slowly down his boxers, his cock standing tall as you push them down. Soon, he was naked and letting go of your hair. He stepped back, sitting down in the armchair behind him, settling back into it. He eyes you up before nodding down at his cock, an unspoken command.

You nod, understanding. You had to show him how much you wanted him. It wasn’t just a want, at this point it was a need. Whenever he was around you there was this uncontrollable urge to have him, your body was lit on fire under his touch, your sense only knew him. You were enraptured by him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Crawling forward until you knelt in front of him, you stare at his face, drinking in the beauty of the man. The way his pupils dilate when you crawled on all fours, the way his jaw clenches as you wrap your hand around his cock. He swallows as you give the head a little lick, the saltiness coating your tongue.

You start at the base of his cock, peppering kisses in the velvety skin until you make your way to the tip, using your finger to smear the precum around. Bucky let’s out a moan, his fists clenching. You knew what he liked.

Taking him in your mouth was always a treat, you enjoyed the way his size was a little too big, the way your jaw aches from overstretching your mouth. You run your tongue around the head before slowly start to move. There was already spit leaking out the side of your mouth, dripping down the sides of his cock. You use your hand, massaging it into the rest of the length you can’t take.

You feel his hand find its place in your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp as he pushes your head down on his cock. The tip touches the back of your throat, your eyes stinging with tears as you refuse gag. You wanted to prove to him that you could do it. Prove to him that you were worthy of his praise.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hips thrusting up slightly. “You do such a good job at ducking my cock don’t you?”

You feel your body sing at his praise, humming around his cock, sending vibrations through it. You allow him to use your mouth, his hand guiding your mouth up and down, his breathing becoming shallow and erratic.

Bucky loved watching you like this, tears streaming down your face, your mouth around his cock. He loved the way your mouth felt, warm, wet, the little licks you did. He could stare at you all day as he fucked your mouth, it was that much a of a beautiful sight.

There was an unbearable throbbing between your legs. You could feel your juices running down your legs, your panties soaked through. You needed him to touch you, you needed him to give you that sweet release.

He gentle pulls you mouth of his cock, watching as your spit trails down the sides of your mouth, your eyes red and watering. He runs his thumb across your lips, your eyes fluttering as it sends tingles down your spine.

“What a pretty confession,” he murmurs. “You did so well Doll, why don’t I give you a reward?”

Your eyes light up at the idea. You wanted nothing more than his hands on you, coming for him. You were all his. You nod.

“Stand up for me,” he demands in a quiet voice. You raise to your feet eagerly, his fingertips running over your soft skin. You let out a small mewl as you feel his hands hook around your panties, pulling them down. “Look at these, completely soaked.”

You step out of them, spreading your legs slightly for him. His eyes were glued to your pussy, licking his lips as he runs his fingers down the inside of your thighs. “It’s running down your thighs.”

He brings his fingers back up, spreading the folds of your pussy, running a finger over you. You moan out, closing your eyes, the sensation of finally being touched nearly sent you over the edge.

His fingers disappeared from you, suddenly feeling cold and empty without his touch. “Sit on me.”

His voice was husky, his command sending you into a frenzy. You waste no time as you climb on to his lap, his hands gripping your thighs, stealing you. You grind your hips in a languid motion as you feel his cock spread you open, like his fingers mere seconds ago.

It was warmer and was rubbing against your clit in just the right way, you were sure you could’ve come just from this, his eyes on you as he watches you get off from something so simple.

“What do you want Doll?” His voice drawled out, his fingers ghosting up and down your thighs. You couldn’t concentrate, with the way his cock felt against you and his teasing touches, you weren’t sure you could hold back. “Say what you want.”

“You,” you squeak out, grabbing his shoulder as you try to hold back her own orgasm. “I just want you.”

You feel Bucky’s hand wrap round your throat, his fingers ever so gentle but firm enough to guide you down to his face. You look down at him, a smirk on his lips as he tightens his grip a little, your head spinning slightly. “You have me.”

He holds you for a second more, bring his lips to yours, consuming you for all you were worth, stealing your breath before releasing you. You sit back a little catching your breath, your hips stuttering against him, the ever-building pleasure like a wave ready to peak and crash down.

You place your hands on his broad shoulders, lining him up against your entrance before you sink down on him, his whole girth and length filling you up.

“God dammit Doll,” Bucky growled, his fingers digging into your thighs, hard enough to leave bruises. “I can feel your squeezing me, so tight.”

He bottomed out in you; your pussy was quivering at the sensation of his throbbing cock completely stuffed in you. It was something you craved and needed like a drug.

“Ride me,” Bucky grunted. “Be a good girl and show me how much you want it.”

At his words and wanting to be praised you slowly start to raise yourself, losing the contentment of feeling full. Once only the tip was on you didn’t waste any time, falling back down again. The sudden feeling made you cry out.

“Look at you,” Bucky murmured. “Riding me. You’re doing such a good job.”

With his praise spurring you on, you continue the slow and torturous pace of impaling yourself over and over again. He was hitting deep within you; you were riding dangerously close to the precipice of your own orgasm.

Without warning, Buckys hips jerk up, sending him further into. The very motion sent you over the edge, your pussy convulsing around him as you come undone. Your moans were swallowed by the choked sob you let out as the pleasure overwhelmed you, your whole-body trembling as you come down from your high.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispers in your ear, his voice low and gravelly. His grip shifted to your hips as started to roll his hips against you. The very feeling caused you to cry out, the overstimulation was too much. But Bucky didn’t stop. He didn’t want to.

His pace started to quicken as the sound of skin on skin filled the apartment. The lewd sounds of your wetness was seemed to spur him on as he continued to fuck you.

Everything was too much, but even through the overwhelming sensation of Bucky in you, you could feel another tight coil inside you ready to explode.

“Fuck,” he groans, his thrust becoming erratic, his own cock pulsing as your pussy seems to squeeze him harder. “I’m gonna fill you up, I want to watch as my cum drips of you.”

“Please,” you mewl, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw a little bit of blood, your pussy scorching as he continues to pound into you. “Fill me up. I want it all.”

Bucky slammed you down on his cock as it exploded in you. He could feel your pussy spasm as that tight coil exploded, your second orgasm hitting you like a train. Your body collapsed onto him; your breathing heavy.

Buckys hand moved from your thighs, gently stroking the marks he knew he’d left. He placed his hands on your back, his fingertips dancing on your skin. “You did so well Doll. You had such a beautiful confession for me.”

[laurfilijames]

Not That Exhausted- a continuation

18+, rated E.

Pairing: Fili x female reader

Summary: I have nothing to say other than this is pure adulterous filth. This was very self-indulgent and is just straight up p*rn without plot, okay?

This is a continuation of Not That Exhausted, where you were helping Fili relax after a long day but things quickly change.

Warnings: Smut. NSFW. Oral sex (male and female receiving), male masturbation, M/F intercourse. The reader and Fili are in love so fluff right?

Words: 2840

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Just like that, Fili had renewed energy that made his earlier fatigue seem like a farce.

Perhaps he had been exaggerating his exhaustion as a way to get you to this moment. The moment in which his lips were attacking your neck and jawline and making you squirm beneath his body, his hands slowly trailing up your bare thighs, your hips, your waist...

Your eyes flashed open when you felt him cease his exploration, seeing his blue orbs burn into you and a grin that pulled out his dimples on both sides of his gorgeous face.

Mahal, how did you ever get so lucky?

“Why did you stop, Fili? Are you tired again?” you asked teasingly.

“Oh no, my love. I’m definitely not tired.” His eyes flickered over your naked body, and his voice was huskier when he next spoke. “I’m just admiring the view.”

You bit your lip, basking in the joy of knowing how much your husband worshiped you.

“Roll over,” he demanded in a low voice that made you shiver with anticipation.

You easily complied, rolling onto your stomach and grinning into the pillow, excitement taking over as you imagined all the possibilities of what Fili could do to you.

“I was meant to be pleasing you, Fili,” you reminded him, feeling slightly guilty that you were now the one being tended to.

“This is pleasing me, Amrâlimê,” he hummed from behind you, rubbing his hard cock against the curve of your bottom to let you know that it was indeed pleasing him.

You could feel his throbbing appendage bounce against your flesh as he shifted around, reaching for something on the bedside table from what you could tell.

Visualizing the swollen tip already oozing, bobbing up and down as he moved stirred up an animalistic and desperate feeling in you, adding to the pulsing arousal between your thighs.

Then you felt his large hands sprawl out over your back and an appreciative moan escaped your lips.

Fili worked the oil you had used earlier on him into your skin, softening the feel of the rough calluses on his palms. He knew exactly where to rub you and just how much pressure to apply to have whimpers and moans spilling from you freely.

Then he got distracted.

His hands strayed from your back and shoulders, roaming everywhere on your body from your bum to your inner thighs, his lips joining in on his ministrations.

“Fili…” you called out, completely lost in the haze of his selfless pursuit to drown you in ecstasy.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked softly beside your ear, his breath sending goosebumps over your flushed skin.

You made an attempt to roll over so you could see him, touch him, return every ounce of pleasure he was providing you, but he stopped you, grasping both your wrists and planting them up over your head.

“Don’t move, I’m not done with you yet,” he tutted, trailing the backs of his fingers down your arm and side, making you shiver.

He removed his body from yours completely and you instantly felt devoid, the loss tempting you to beg for him to touch you again. Just as you were about to complain, your wishes were granted, feeling his hot lips press against your calf, starting a slow trail of wet kisses all the way up the back of your legs, alternating from one to the other.

Your body inadvertently shuddered, an automatic response to his attention.

Fili continued his path, the sensation of his wet lips followed by the cold of his moustache beads sending you into a frenzy, but you kept your earlier promise and remained still, eager to see where he would go next. His weight shifted the mattress around you as he crawled up your figure, one hand on either side of you, his mouth never once leaving your skin.

You felt his tongue make an appearance every so often, licking and tasting you between slow kisses and stoking the fire that burned within you.

This was torture. But a torture you would repeatedly allow yourself to endure if presented the opportunity.

As Fili’s route progressed north, you could feel his cock nudging against your cheeks, eager to separate you at your core. His lips were still pressed into you, now traveling over the peaks and valleys of your back and shoulders.

Fili pushed his hips against you firmly, requesting access to your aching heat and you obeyed, shifting your legs apart without hesitation.

He thrusted against you a few times, but never broke through your entrance, making you all the more desperate for him to do so.

You could tell Fili was undecided with what he wanted to do next, sensing his impatience in wanting to indulge in all of you at once. Loud and heaving breaths left his body, a tell to just how hungry he was for you.

“Turn around, Y/N,” he requested in almost a growl, his voice sending another wave of arousal through you.

He wasted no time in consuming your mouth once you flipped over onto your back, swallowing your noises of surprise at how hurriedly he attached himself to you.

Your body reacted to his cock pressing against your swollen bud, your back arching to try and create more contact, needing to be as close to his chiseled form as possible. His beard scratched against your chin and cheeks as you lost yourselves in each other, your tongues colliding fervently.

And then his hands. Oh his hands.

Moving desperately over you, they kneaded the flesh on your hips and breasts, squeezing and perfectly rough, possibly leaving marks on you. Another way to claim you as his One in addition to the braids in your hair and love in his heart.

His mouth moved down along the column of your neck, fully aware that it would help send you to the edge. He sucked and licked your ticklish skin, causing you to grasp and claw at his back, staking your own claim on his flesh.

A swirl against your nipple with his tongue made you tremble and cry out. Your eyes closed and you allowed your other senses to bask in this glory, this unrelenting passion that was his and yours and no one else’s.

You wanted him to plunge inside you more than anything, ready for him to fill you with himself and chase your highs together, but Fili had other plans.

His lips ventured south, exploring what seemed to be every inch of your skin with his mouth. Wet spots were left in his wake as his mouth watered, bringing himself closer to your soaking core and the place he longed to taste the most.

Your moans filled the air of your quiet chambers as he made contact with your folds, spreading you apart with his tongue and lapping at the arousal he had caused. He hummed in satisfaction, savouring your taste. You opened your eyes, needing to see how glorious he looked while indulging on you, your desire spiking as you watched him take his length in his hand and began pumping it.

It didn’t take long for both of you to reach the edge. Fili had you writhing around his mouth, ready to tip over at any moment, and the way he was moving against you along with the erratic strokes he was giving himself was enough to prove that he was ready to fall too.

But Fili didn’t want to yet.

You watched him release himself from his tight grip, his member now looking even more engorged than before, making you desperate to touch him.

You tugged on the marital braid you had placed in his hair that morning, perhaps a little rougher than you meant to, cuing your husband to come closer to you.

The smile he flashed you showed he didn’t necessarily mind his hair being pulled, which only increased your lust for him.

His eyes were dark and stormy as he crawled his way back to you, wiping the remnants of you from his beard with his hand.

As soon as he was close enough, you reached for his cock, smearing more of the precum that had appeared over the head and eliciting a hiss from him.

Fili looked at you like he was about to devour you, like he was about to unleash a level of pleasure you didn’t yet know existed, even though it was like this every time he made love to you.

Being with Fili, loving him, being his One, were all things you could never tire of. Each moment you were blessed to share with him was more exquisite than the last, and this was no exception.

You sat up to meet his face, carding your hands through his hair and tasting yourself on his lips, the feel of your fingers against his scalp making Fili purr.

“Lay down, Fili,” you requested, desperate to return the favour and take him in your mouth.

He didn’t say anything as he lay himself into the plushy furs scattered across your bed, choosing to communicate his eagerness with a searing stare, his eyes never leaving yours once. Gods, how you loved when he looked at you that way.

Positioning yourself over his legs, you brought your head down to press your lips on his slick skin, starting at his abdomen and kissing your way through his downy, blond hair. When you reached the area below his belly button, you couldn’t help but smile having made Fili chuckle, lingering at his most ticklish spot.

“Mmm, Y/N!” his laughter continued, quickly changing to a groan as your hands splayed out over his vast thighs, your mouth dangerously close to his throbbing shaft. It twitched from the proximity of your lips, tapping your cheek gently while you continued planting your lips everywhere else other than there.

Fili’s hands clawed at the furs beside him, a way to cope with your endless teasing.

Finally your lips rested against his velvety crown before very slowly lowering your head, encasing him completely in your hot mouth. The corners of your lips quirked upwards as you listened to him curse and grunt, his belly rising and falling with quick breaths.

Time ceased to exist as you worked your mouth tirelessly on your husband, your tongue swirling and sucking, pushing him even deeper into your throat. There were few things you enjoyed more than this, tasting the saltiness of him as you bobbed up and down on his impressive size, hearing him praise you from where he comfortably lay.

You released him with a pop, lowering yourself more in order to gain access to his taught sack. You pulled one of his balls into your mouth as your hand gripped his cock, pumping him rhythmically as you rolled your tongue around his flesh.

Fili couldn’t take much more. His breathing was ragged and his body involuntarily twitching, signalling how close he was to coming undone.

You didn’t care how he came, or even if you did for that matter, you just wanted him to feel as good as possible, however that was. You were always willing to do whatever he wanted.

And what he wanted now was to be inside you.

“Y/N,” he called with a growl. You stopped what you were doing and looked up at him through your eyelashes, the sight obviously working him up even more because he clenched his teeth hard, causing his dimples to flinch in his cheeks.

“Yes, Fili?” you asked in a sultry voice.

He couldn’t even speak, he just nodded his head to the side, beckoning for you to come up to him. You smiled as you crawled up his form, stopping to hover your fluttering core over his pulsing cock.

That was when the wild ferocity of the lion made its appearance.

Fili adjusted his hips ever so slightly and impaled you, pushing into you to your deepest part, not bothering to let you get used to his size. He knew you were more than ready to take him to the hilt, your body having prepared itself almost too well, your arousal dripping onto him just moments before.

A guttural cry left you as your body finally relaxed around him, relishing in the intense sensation of him stretching you. Fili remained still until you opened your eyes, giving you one last moment of reprieve before his ruthless efforts began.

The pace he set was unwavering, bringing you to your peak so quickly you felt dizzy. The strength he possessed always amazed you. Even from under you he managed to pound into you with such force, the crown of his cock assaulting your deepest spot in the most perfect way. Everything felt blurry yet awakened, and both of you could sense that you were about to come apart. Fili knew your body so well, knew every movement and sign that gave away you were near your climax and it spurred him on even more to help you reach your peak.

It was difficult to tell where his hands were on you, your bodies were a mess of tangled limbs and every bit of contact from him was charged and all consuming.

That familiar tingling sensation came flooding in as your orgasm ripped through you, heat crawling up from low in your core, Fili still tenaciously thrusting inside you while your walls strangled him furiously. Screams of unbounded ecstasy added to the sounds of your combined panting as your climax took control over your body, causing you to shudder and quake around him.

Managing to somehow open your eyes as you rode out your high, you looked upon the magnificent sight that was your husband beneath you. His hair was a mess of blond waves spilled over the pillows and beads of sweat decorated his face that was scrunched up in the effort of providing you with the utmost pleasure.

You smiled at Fili, knowing his only intention was to always selflessly fulfill your greatest desires. Now it was time to return the favour.

You took control of the tempo by rolling your hips slowly against him, basking in the shockwaves that were still rippling through you and how sensitive you now were.

You didn’t think it could be possible, but somehow everything felt even better. You could feel every detail of Fili inside you, every pulsing vein on his thick girth rubbing exquisitely against your walls. The more you moved with him, the more you were being brought to the edge again, but you were determined to ignore it and instead bring Fili to his own release.

It was easy to tell he was close with the way he was looking at you and his desperation to try to touch all of you at once, all decorated by feral grunts passing through his parted lips.

Excitement fluttered through you and you increased your speed as you imagined the sensation of him spilling inside you, making you all the more eager to get him there.

Fili’s ferocity unleashed itself with such vigor as he worked to match your motions, the wooden headboard attached to your bed banging crudely against the stone wall, threatening to break.

You willed yourself not to falter so your One could reach his high, but it was no use. You detonated around him for a second time, singing his name repeatedly in worship for making you come so intensely.

Still, you somehow continued your pursuit, your body now acting on its own accord and pushing Fili over the edge with you. He pumped against you wildly, managing to proceed thrusting up into you despite how tightly you were clamped around him.

Fili came with a rough twitch, your name escaping his lips in a strangled growl as he filled you with his thick seed, his spendings coating your tingling walls.

Folding over his torso, you placed unhurried kisses over Fili’s neck and face, his skin searing against your lips. His belly rose and fell heavily beneath you as he chased his breath through panting inhales, the sated look on his face revealing his indulgence in the intense pleasure that only you could provide.

He collected you in his arms and you tucked yourself comfortably at his side, resting your head against his heaving chest. His contented breathing along with the designs he was drawing on your shoulder with his fingers started to lull you to sleep, but your eyes opened when you heard him speak softly.

“I love you, Y/N,”

Fili placed a kiss on the top of your head and you smiled against the curls on his broad chest, thinking how he deserved to revel in this comfortable feeling forever.

“I love you too, Fili,” you replied, closing your eyes again and pressing yourself even closer to his body, if that was possible.

“I am exhausted now, though,” Fili admitted and you both couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sleep, Fili,” you gently ordered, feeling his hum of agreement rumble through him.

[jawritter]

When The Lights Go Out

Chapter 9

Summary: Life hasn’t been your best friend lately, you lost your job, and are on the verge of losing your apartment. Who knew when you decided to join a Sugar Daddy app that your best friend suggested ina last ditch effort to save your apartment, and not end up on the street, your first and only client would turn your whole world upside down.

Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Virgin! Reader

Word count: 2559

Series Warnings: Mob level violence, injured Dean, description of injury, creepy Godfather John Winchester, John is pretty much a douche bag, escort services, virgin reader, lose of virginity and all the insecurities and fun stuff that come with it, age gap (23 year old reader; 40 year old Dean), angst, unrequited/requited love?, language, smut, unprotected smut.

Chapter Warnings: Insecure reader, talk of losing virginity, I’m sure there is some language in there, fluff, I think that’s it. I promise it picks up in the next chapter y’all!

A/N: Beta’d by @deanwanddamons! Thanks so much love!! Please don’t copy my work!! Feedback is golden! Hope you all enjoy this one!! It’s gonna be a little bit of a slow burn y’all, but just hang in there!

(This fic is based on this request: Could you do a Dean x reader where she is 23 and lives alone in her apartment, she gets fired and can loose her house, her friend tells her about a sugar daddy app, she makes a profile and Dean 40, contacts her, she is virgin and don’t offers sex, Dean is billionaire business man and needs a girl for his business parties,the reader is really shy, blushes a lot, they fall in love, he takes her to a trip and makes love to her on a private island, could it be a series?)

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Dean was right about one thing. It was a short boat ride from the mainland to the island, only about fifteen minutes. 

The evening sun was starting to set just behind the trees that lined the island, as the boat got closer and closer. There was a small mansion situated just on the treeline, in plain view of the shore. It’s largely glass windowed exterior cast a dim light against the shadows that were stretching over the white sand of the beach just below.

You had never seen anything quite like this before, and you were working hard to pick your jaw up off the floor. It was like someone had taken a little piece of heaven, and dropped it off right in the middle of the ocean, just off the cost of paradise. 

Dean’s arm slipped around your waist, and pulled you closer to him as he steered the boat into the small wood dock that was situated just on the side of the beach.

“This is it,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him as his eyes scanned the scenery in front of him. “What do you think so far?”

Blinking, you tried hard to get your thoughts in order. It was all so beautiful, and so overwhelming, that once again you felt stuck in a fairytale of sorts, or as if any minute, you wake up in your ordinary, boring life, and all this would have been just one long, and extravagant dream.

“Dean. It’s amazing!” you tell him breathlessly, as he places his lips to your forehead, letting them linger  longer than you expected. 

“Come on, let’s go inside and get settled in for the night.” Dean said, untangling his arms from around you, and stepping out of the boat onto the dock before turning and reaching to help you step out of the boat. 

The sand was still warm under your feet as you made your way hand in hand with Dean towards the house which was much larger than it looked when you were still in the boat. The breeze from the water put a salty range in the air, and an almost humid feel that made the air feel thick around you. So contradictory to New York. 

Everything felt cleaner here, more pure. It would be easy to stay out here forever, and just forget all other problems existed at all. 

Stepping into the house, Dean threw the one little shoulder bag he’d packed with chargers and things on the floor, and pulled you into him, his lips quickly claiming yours in a dominant kiss that had you melting against him. 

“Come on, let’s go take a shower, get comfortable.” Dean said, pulling you towards the large bedroom that was connected to the master bathroom. Everything you needed was there. Clothes, towles, toiletries, and for a moment you were distracted by that simple fact, and almost overlooked the fact that Dean’s shirt hit the floor right before the shower turned on behind you.

Almost.

Your eyes widened as you turned around to face him. His hands playing with his belt lazily, as he watched you with a smirk on his plump lips. 

“You mean, we’re showering, together.” you said, almost stuttering as his hands fell lower, droppin the zipper on his jeans, before letting them slide down his long, bowed legs. 

“Yup, unless you  don’t want to see me naked baby girl.” he said, that same cocky smirk plastered all over that perfect face. 

Crossing the floor in nothing but his boxers, he pulls you into his mostly naked form, his hands sliding down your sides, and gripping your waist. 

“It’s not that,” you say blushing, hiding your face into his broad shoulder and neck. “I’m just… I’m afraid you won’t still want to do this with me, once you see that you can do so much better than me.” 

Stepping back from you, he looks down at you seriously. His face is hard and calculating. “Y/N, why would you even think that? Baby girl, I’ve been crazy about you from the moment I saw you.” 

Brushing your hair away from your face with one hand he leans down and brush’s his lips over yours. 

“There's absolutely nothing about you that I don’t find beautiful, and that’s why I brought you here this weekend. I fully intend to do everything I can to reverse all that bullshit you think about yourself. If it takes me weeks, then that’s how long we will be here.”

Grabbing the hem of your shirt, Dean pulls it over your head before you can even protest, then ran his finger tips over the bar skin of your sides, playing with the waistband of your pants, taking his time, his movements slow, and patient. 

His lips found yours again in a slow, deep kiss as he pulled your underwear and pants down in one smooth pull, letting them pool around your ankles. His calloused hands slid up your body, making your shiver as he reached for your bra, and popped it open, letting it slide off your arms, leaving you completely exposed to him. 

This was the first time you had ever been naked in front of a guy, and your first instinct was to cover yourself, and hide, but Dean was quicker, grabbing your wrist to stop you from covering yourself. 

“Don’t hide from me pretty girl, you’re  beautiful.”

His voice was deep and rough as he grabbed the wasted band of his boxers, and took them off, adding them to the pile of clothes on the bathroom floor, his already hard length slapping proudly against his stomach, before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you backwards with him under the warm spray of water, letting it fall over the both of you.

Grabbing the shampoo he poured some into his hands before working it slowing into your scalp, his body pressed close to your own. 

He continued to work at you, rinsing your hair, before he used his own soap to lather your body, his hands slowly exploring every inch of skin, his eyes darker than they had ever been, his perfect, pink lips parted just slightly, showing you the bottom of his white teeth in concentration. When he was done, he quickly washed himself before pulling you close to him under the cascade of warm water. 

Slowly you placed your hands on his broad chest as the water ran down you both over his broad shoulders, his freckled skin almost glowing from the water pouring down his body. Letting you explore him, your hands tracing the lines of his soft stomach that still held the scars from his injury. The soft divot in his hips that pooled into a V, leading you to where he was already swollen and leaking, standing hard against his stomach. 

Your hands stopped at his hips, as a deep blush pulled at your checks at the sight of him. Taking your hands in his, he slowly guided them over himself, wrapping your hand around his cock, twitching as your skin touched his. 

“Go ahead baby, it’s okay, I want you to be comfortable with touching me.” he said, his voice thick as he placed both hands on either sides of your hips, pulling you closer to him as you experimentally slide your fingers down his thick shaft, running your thumb back up the thick vein that seemed to be pulsing just underneath the surface of his velvety skin.

Running your thumb over his leaking slit, Dean groans low in his throat, and hides his face in your neck, breathing harder as you wrap your hand around him pumping  slowly. 

Dean's hand slipped down between your bodies as you were distracted getting to know him, and ran his fingers lightly over your folds, drawing a deep breath from your lips as what felt like fire settled in your core. 

His lips brushed over your throat softly as your body stiffened a little at this touch, his fingers still barely teasing your folds, before finding your aching clit, running soft circles as you continued to pump him slowly letting your thumb brush lightly over the sensitive stop just at the tip, quickly discovering the way his body seemed to jerk every time you touched that specific spot. 

Dean’s deep breath and groans became soft moans as he worked your clit faster with his thumb, one of his thick fingers dipping lower to tease your entrance as he backed the two of you against the stone shower wall, the cold hard suffice hitting your back bring a deep gasp from you, and momentarily distracting you, as Dean slipped one finger into your soaked entrance. Pumping and curling slowly, your hips rolled against his hand and he lazily thrust himself into you. 

Your legs were starting to shake when he added a second finger, scissoring you, and curling his fingers in you, hitting that spot deep down inside of you no one had ever touched before. He continued to work you higher, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter. 

“Dean,” you moaned against his throat, your breath coming in short gasp as you tethered on the edge of your own release. 

“Go head baby girl, I got you, let go.”

The deep gravel of his voice seemed to be the push you needed to fall over the edge into your first orgasm  of the night. Your walls clamp down on your fingers as he continues to scissor you. Your legs almost gave out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Dean worked you through it, until you had come down from your high,turning the water off as you did everything you could to catch your breath, before reaching behind him to grab a towel that was hanging just outside the glass shower doors, wrapping it around you, before grabbing one and wrapping it around his own waist. 

“Come on sweetheart, that was just a warm up, I still got to make you mine.” He growled in your ear, letting his teeth run over your ear as he picked you up, and carried you bridal style over to the huge king size bed sitting in the center of the room,the large fence doors giving a view of the water and beach just below.

You didn’t see all of that though, Dean’s lips kept your own quite busy as he laid you down softly on the bed, before covering your body with his own, ripping the towel from his waist, and throwing it to the floor, before slipping yours from your body, and discarding it with his own. 

His lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss before his green eyes, dark with lust searched yours. His fingers leave little trails over your skin.

“You okay so far princesses?” he asked, brushing your hair away from your head. Taking a deep breath you nodded slowly, the weight of his thick erection pressing heavy against your thigh, Dean was huge, and you were worried for a moment he wasn’t going to fit.

Sensing your worrying, Dean’s hand came up to rest on the side of your face, his warm palm covering your skin there, grounding you.

“I’m gonna go real slow, okay?” 

You nod again, not trusting your own voice. You wanted this, and you wanted it with Dean. You had never felt the way you feel about Dean with anyone, ever, and you knew you were in love with him the moment you thought you were going to lose him, and the gut wrenching realization had hit you that you might never get to have this with him. So, there was no way you were turning back now out of fear. 

Gathering your slick on himself before positioning at your entrance, he rested his forehead against yours. 

“Relax baby,” he said, his hand gripping your waist firmly, and his lips coming down on yours in a harder, more needy kiss, his tongue quickly dominating yours, distracting you as in one swift thrust he seated himself inside of you, stretching you, and filling you. A sharp pain radiated through your body as your nails sink into the skin of his shoulders, your body tensing at the overwhelming sensation. 

Dean reached up with his hand, brushing the tear that was sliding down your face as he peppered you with little kisses in an attempt to distract you from the pain. 

“Relaxy honey, it will only last a moment.” he said, his eyes softer than you had ever seen them, and you will yourself to do as he said.

Slowly, so slowly that you couldn’t even tell it at first, Dean started to rock his hips back and forth against you, pulling out more and more with each thrust before sinking back into you. His perfect, white teeth sinking into his lower lip as a shuttering groan ripped through his body.

Pain turned more and more to pleasure with every thrust, and before long your lips rolled against his as his trust became deeper and more calculated, hitting your G spot with every thrust, making that burning coil tighten again in your belly. 

Your walls started to clench around him with every thrust, pulling him in deeper, and Dean moaned loudly as your nails raked  down his back.

“Fuck baby, your tight, I’m not gonna last. Come with me sweetheart, let me feel you.” 

His hot breath fanned against his neck as his hand smacked between your bodies, finding your clit, rubbing harsh circles with every thrust of his hips. 

Your walls collapsed around him as the coil snapped, and the strongest orgams you had ever experienced in your life took over your body. Your vision blurring around the edges, and your body arching off the bed into his as he stilled and emptied his seed inside of you, working you both through your highs, until his body finally  collapsed on top of you, his arms holding up his weight so that he didn’t completely crush you.

When you could finally breathe properly, you opened your eyes, finding the most astonishing pair of green eyes that ever existed staring back at you.

In that moment, your bodies still connected to one another, you had never felt so safe, so secure, so completely and totally whole in your entire life. It was like you had found the missing half that you didn’t even know was missing, a peace of your heart that had always been out of sorts, now back in place. 

You were his, totally and completely.

Pulling himself from you gently, Dean disappeared only for a moment to get a washcloth, cleaning the both of you up before settling down in bed behind you, pulling your body to his, and caging you in. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, and his legs tangled with your own. 

No words were said, there was no need. Just lingering kisses, and touches, until you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep,not caring what tomorrow would bring, just enjoying each other in a moment that you were sure would never top this one.

If you never made it to heaven, even in hell you could at least say you had tonight.

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[starfirette]

Georgetown Pink Beige

➡️ fem x fem smut : tribbing, oral, fingering | 18+ ONLY, violators will be reported to God

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➡️This is literally so shitty. This is the worst thing I have ever written, and not in a sexy way. 

🏷 @kurreapormaranet @emofairygay

How long has Helena been dreaming of this exact moment?

A year? Longer, even?

She isn’t sure, but it’s not the most pressing matter at hand. Most of Helena’s current thoughts are revolving around the feeling of your mouth suckled over her bare breast. With one hand steadying herself against the table, and another in your hair, Helena tossed her head back into the wall. She yelped, but not at the pain on her head; it was at the feeling of your tongue that danced around her nipple. The little bud stung under the attention it got, but even amidst the small pain Helena could sense the yearning for more touching.

Her fingers lazily scratched your scalp as she sighed under your lips. The dark hickies you left over her cute, small breasts winked at you like stars in the night sky.

You pressed your lips to Helena’s next. The taste of her signature lemon and honey chapstick seeped way back into your tongue as if it were a sweet reward for the kiss.

Both of Helena’s strong arms circled around you, tugging you closer. You had to go onto your toes to reach her mouth as she sat firmly down on the hallway credenza.

Against your mouth, Helena begged, “Off.” Her hands tugged at the hem of your shirt. You pulled back, for a second, only to strip off your shirt and bra. You dropped your clothes to the hallway floor as Helena’s hands greedily massaged at your breasts, her nimble fingers pinching at your nipples.

“Bedroom,” you gasped under the feeling.

Scrambling to her feet, Helena grabbed your hand and led you towards her room. The small, unmade bed in the corner is the only thing you can really focus on.

“So, this is my room,” Helena said in a short breath. You took the liberty to look around for a moment. “It’s nice,” you tell her in the same breathless sort of gasp. “I like the wall color.”

“Thanks. It’s Georgetown Pink Beige, from Benjamin Moore. They have a collection at Lowe’s.”

“You’re a dork,” you exclaimed as you pulled her onto the bed.

Colliding into the mattress with a kiss, you giggled into her mouth. Her hands dug into your sides, keeping your hips pressed into the squeaky bed.

Your thumbs moved to the button of your jeans.

With a soft grunt, Helena helped you to wiggle out of your pants. She threw them aside without a second glance. In a quiet thud they crumbled into a heap on the floor.

Helena’s hands slid down your bare thighs that now prickled with goosebumps. Her fingers hooked into the band of your thong. Wiggling the thong down to your knees, Helena used her elbows to knock your thighs closed around her head.

Her lips blew cool tufts of air against your cunt that clenched with excitement. Helena snorted, sounding amused and even a bit cocky.

“Can’t believe you’re already this wet for me,” she said in a ‘tsk’-toned voice. She buried her face into the very center of you, using her two dominant fingers to spread you open for her tongue. Your legs clenched tighter around her head; the untamed waves of her dark hair tickled the bare skin of your thighs.

She made a broad stripe over your clit with her tongue, making you shudder into the bed.

She lapped another stripe one more time, making sure to take her careful time.

“Oh, baby,” she sighed into you. She pressed a quick kiss into the side of your thigh. “You taste so sweet.”

You shivered under her words. You bit your lip to keep your strangled sounds at bay.

Her lips pursed around the little pearl that she’d been viciously teasing. A slow suck made a smack against your delicate flesh. With a finger tucked awkwardly underneath her chin, she teased your flexing hole that dripped with wonton pre-arousal. Her finger slid inside of you with remarkable ease. The feeling earned a sharp gasp as you tucked your head back into the mattress, your chin raised into the air.

The pad of Helena’s finger pressed soft circles around the velvety inside of your pussy. You couldn’t help yourself in clamping down around the single finger that tickled deep inside of you.

Your hands gripped fistfulls of Helena’s dark hair. You whimpered her name as she sucked harder into your clit. Your hips buckled up, jerking into her face; she snaked an arm through the gape of your legs, using her forearm to press you back into the mattress.

“Don’t get bratty on me,” she warns you. She licks up the cum that seeped from you, around her finger. Helena offered one final kiss to your cunt before she deranged herself from your legs.

Kicking your ankle, your thong flew away into oblivion, no longer to be bothered with.

Helena struggled for a moment while trying to quickly kick out of her pants. It didn’t help that you were laying on her bed, completely naked and watching with doe eyes that drove Helena to the edge of her limits. “Mother fucker,” Helena griped under her breath. Her fingers stuttered at the zipper of her jeans.

She peeled off her pants, then pulled out of her boy shorts.

You giggled as she crawled back towards you on the bed, her mouth wrung up in a grin. Her lips trembled as she used her hands to move your legs to her liking. She swore a few extra times as she struggled to get into a comfortable position above you.

Her hips rested at an angle against yours. “Don’t move,” Helena bid you in a tight voice. You watched her look down at her work, which she took very seriously as you could tell.

“Christ, just fuck me,” you gasped when Helena finally pressed her cunt against yours.

“What did I say about being a brat?” Helena snapped as she rocked her hips closer into yours. You hissed under the feeling of her warmth; the heat is practically unbearable.

Helena spread her arousal over you with each motion of her hips.  

You desperately clutched onto the quilt of her bed. You felt dizzy under the feeling of ecstasy that overtook you like a wave in the ocean. Your senses became clogged at the sweet smell of Helena’s shampoo, and even by the feeling of her fingernails that made creases on your waist as she held you tight.

“Heya, Hel!” A voice called from beyond the bedroom door.

You sat upright, shooting a panicked glance towards Helena who only seemed slightly bothered by the intruder. Helena pushed you back down.

“What’s up, Harley?” Helena called out.

Helena pressed her fingers past your trembling lips as you struggled not to make a sound.

“Yeah, you got some clothes out here on the hallway floor, you slob,” Harley said in a sigh. “This bra can’t be yours, cos I know you’re not bigger than a B cup, cupcake!”

Helena looked sharply into your eyes. Suck, she mouthed to you as she quickened the pace of her hips.

“Listen, I’m a little busy,” Helena replied to her roommate. “It’s probably yours.”

“I guess, so,” Harley agreed. “How were Bruce and Wayne while I was out?”

“Just peachy,” Helena said in a clear voice. “I let them outside about fifteen minutes ago. They might still be out there.”

Her eyes remained locked onto yours as your tits continued to bounce in rhythm to Helena’s hips.

“Thanks, Hel.” Harley’s retreating footsteps clacked down the hallway, leaving you able to breath again.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Helena asked with a sharp arch of her eyebrow. “Keep sucking.”

Blushing, you continued to suck on the two fingers Helena had put in your mouth.

Her hips ground into your faster, while her slick arousal dripped onto your skin. “Now, I bet you liked that, right?” Helena asked, her voice low. “You want Harley walking in on us? You want her to watch me please you? Or are you all mine?”

“I’m all yours,” you stuttered around her fingers.

Helena dug her fingers deeper into your mouth. Your eyes prickled with tears at the feeling of being so close to gagging on her.

“You’re all mine? Is that what you said?”

You made a soft sound of confirmation.

Helena’s hips continued to grind into you. At this point, you were confident she’d break you in half if you didn’t cum soon.

“Keep sucking,” Helena repeated between her teeth. “I’m going to cum, soon, baby.”

You sucked against her fingers harder than before as an eager reply.

“You too?” Helena guessed.

You whimpered in response.

“Then cum now,” she gritted out. Her jaw flexed tightly as a strangled moan escaped her mouth. “Fuck, fuck, Y/n, fuck.”

The bed squeaked and shook as Helena’s hips continued to swing forwards and back.

The tingling feeling that bounced in your stomach expanded wider and wider, becoming a balloon that would pop at any instant. “Harder,” you urged Helena. You could feel your clit pulsing under Helena’s; you were aching to feel it all just a little bit harder.

You cursed loudly as Helena applied another level of pressure.

Close; you’re so fucking close.

“I—Helena, ‘M so close,” you moaned out.

“I know, baby, just gotta cum for me like this,” Helena urged you as she fucked you deeper into the mattress by the second. Her words tipped you over the edge. The balloon inside you snapped as you released a desperate cry of Helena’s name. The edges of your visions got fuzzy as you drowned in the feeling that Helena wrangled out of you slowly. A lazy smile pulled over your mouth as Helena rode out a few more thrusts.

As she rode her high down, Helena collapsed on top of you, burrowing her face into your neck. “Ohh, you’re such a good girl,” Helena praises as she sucks softly onto your neck.

You wrapped your arms around her back. Your legs shook even though you had them resting, tangled up with Helena’s legs that stretched past the edge of her bed.

“Mmm, so are you,” you said with a soft giggle.

Helena leaned over you, her hair tickling the edges of your cheeks. “So, was it everything you ever dreamed of?” She asked with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

“Well, Supergirl usually shows up about halfway through my fantasies, so no.”

Helena didn’t look amused by that.

You tugged at Helena’s hair, signaling for a kiss. “It was much better,” you assured her.

“Hey! You’re with a girl, aren’t you?” Harley suddenly shrilled from beyond the door. “You coulda just said so. Didn’t need to make me feel like an idiot, good grief.”

You hid your face in the crook of Helena’s neck. Your laugh tickled her throat.

Helena rolled her eyes. “Next time, we’re going to your place,” she says pointedly.

“Sounds fair,” you agreed.

[jovialyouthmusic]

Silver Service

A Royal Romance AU fanfic sequel to Protect and Serve

Drake and Riley get some quality time alone

Word Count 1858

A/N  As my writing has slowed to a crawl, I split a chapter. It will be a more digestible read this way - enjoy. NS*W No under 18s please

8a Deeper and Closer

Drake swung the steering wheel and the SUV left the road of a dirt track. They had been going to leave early, but Bastien had come to ask Riley about what Sophia had remembered at the castle, so they decided to have a light lunch before they set off. They had packed clothes and food for two days.

‘Hold on, Brookes, it may be bumpy’ he warned her. She grabbed the armrest as the vehicle negotiated the bumps and holes of the road ahead. It started to pitch and roll and she fought back a squeal of terror. She looked over at Drake, whose face was set in grim determination with just a hint of enjoyment.

‘Is this – I mean do you often come up here?’ she asked, her voice shaky as they bumped along the track a little faster than she thought was safe.

‘Not often – once or twice a year’ he said ‘Bas used to bring me fishing on the lake, and sometimes I fish and sometimes I just – well, I just look at the stars’ he smiled.

‘Does that mean we’re camping?’ she asked ‘because I’m not sure I’m dressed for it’

‘It’s okay, there’s a cabin by the lake’ he replied as the vehicle jolted over yet another pot hole. ‘It’s a bit basic, but it’s warm and dry.’

By the time they arrived at the little cabin by the lake, Riley’s nerves were jangled. Drake obviously knew what he was doing with the vehicle, but it had not been a comfortable ride. She got out shakily, glad to be still at last.

‘Drake, remind me to get out and walk next time you turn down a track like that’ Drake grinned

‘Hana said something like that, you girls just can’t take a rough ride’ he scoffed

The cabin was set at the bottom of a gentle wooded slope, pine needles making a soft covering over the ground. A stream cascaded down the slope to feed a still blue lake, reflecting the fluffy clouds above in the afternoon light. There was a little jetty going out into the water, and a small fishing boat was drawn up on the shore.

‘Uh, you show me the bed in that cabin and I’ll show you a rough ride’ teased Riley, punching his shoulder. Drake groaned

‘That’s terrible, Brookes’ he said ‘Come on in and we can drop our stuff off. We’re going fishing for our supper’

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Some hours later, the two lovers returned to the cabin. Riley had managed to hook a good sized fish, while Drake had only managed a couple of small ones. He made up a fire outside, even though there was a gas stove in the cabin. It was, like he said, very basic, just one large room with a fireplace, fold out sofa bed, table and chairs and a basic kitchen. Water came from a tank fed by the stream that ran into the lake. The bathroom had basic plumbing, and hot water was in short supply. Toilet facilities featured an earth closet outside the cabin, a few feet away into the wood.

‘We don’t want to use the gas stove unless we have to’ Drake explained ‘Wood is free and there’s plenty of it – and cooking outside over an open fire – how many nobles would get their hands dirty?’ Riley smiled and watched him deftly gut the fish ready to put in the hot pan. They ate off tin plates with their fingers, watching the sun set over the lake and went inside to wash their hands in the tiny kitchen.

‘Now, about that rough ride I promised you’ Riley murmured, standing in front of Drake and drawing him near, hands on his hips and grinding against him. He grinned back at her

‘Not just yet, we should get the fire going in the fireplace to warm the place up, it’ll get cold tonight.’ He took her hands off his hips and stepped back. He busied himself laying and lighting the fire while she cleaned the plates they’d used. The fire was soon burning steadily, and Riley snuck up behind Drake to put her arms round him and nibble at his neck.

‘Hey, Riley’ Drake laughed ‘We need to do one more thing before we get the bed out’

‘Who needs a bed?’ She murmured in his ear. He swatted her away again

‘Seriously, one more thing and then I’m all yours’ he chided. She pouted

‘Okay, what?’

‘Just come outside’

‘But it’s getting dark – and cold’ She protested

‘It will be worth it, I promise – and I’ll keep you warm’ She sighed, unconvinced, and he lead her outside toward the lake shore away from the trees so the sky opened out above them. The horizon was a pale gold colour, and the sky gradated to a deep velvety blue overhead, stars starting to twinkle and shimmer. ‘Just look up’ he said ‘It will take a few moments for your eyes to adjust�� Riley gasped in wonder

‘Oh Drake, it’s beautiful’ she said ‘I’ve never seen such a clear dark sky. Do you know the constellations?’

‘Oh uh - sure’ he said, standing behind her and holding her close, pointing out a group of stars overhead ‘Everyone knows the Plough – though I think you call it the Big Dipper – and over there – those three faint stars in a row are Orion – the belt of Orion. And over there are the Pleiades. It’s easier to see them if you look just to the side’

‘Oh, that’s amazing. How about the bright one near the horizon?’ She leaned back into him, savouring the woodsmoke that clung to his clothes and his faint musk underneath.

‘That’s actually a planet – it’s Venus, which is closer to the sun than us, so you can usually see it around sunrise or sunset close to the sun.’

‘And that group over there?’ She pointed and he hummed for a moment

‘That – ah that’s the Waitress. See her frilly little apron? She’s standing gazing at that other group of stars over to the left - it’s called the Cordonian Stud – ouch!’ he yelped as Riley elbowed him in the ribs.

‘You ass’ she laughed ‘you don’t know a thing’

‘No, no, I do!’ He protested ‘Just not a lot’ he said, and she turned around to him, putting her arms around his neck

‘Well stud, lets go in and get cozy’ she said ‘I can see some clouds coming over and I’m starting to feel cold’

Inside, the fire had warmed the cabin, and Drake pulled the sofa bed out and Riley made it up – it took a while as they kept trying to distract each other with kisses and caresses as though it was a matter of life and death that they had to touch each other every few seconds. Finally the bed was made, and they stood in the flickering firelight. Drake threw a couple more logs on and turned to her.

‘At last’ she murmured ‘All done now?’ She stood in front of him and caressed his cheek, his beard scratching her palm.

‘Yup’ he grinned, his hands wandering to her waist, pulling her close ‘I’m all yours. Now we do exactly as we please – nobody to hear us, no deadlines for mealtimes, no polite conversations. Just you and me’  He looked searchingly into her eyes, his voice a whisper.

She smiled back at him, leaning in slowly until their lips met for a long lingering kiss before they started to work on undressing each other one item at a time, caressing newly exposed skin until they were naked. The fire crackled and their breath changed from soft sighs and moans to shuddering gasps. Their fingers glided and stroked and pressed, anticipation spicing the tingles and heated sensations coursing through their bodies and consuming their thoughts.

Drake kissed along the top of Riley’s shoulder, tracing down her breastbone and belly, backing her to the low bed until she sat, dropping to his knees in front of her. He paused to take in her naked body in the flickering firelight, as she too looked down at him, then leaned forward for another searing kiss. He half stood, putting his knee between hers and gently pushing her back so she crawled up the bed to lie on her back. He hovered over her on hands and knees and dove to kiss her neck, peppering her body with light presses of his lips and little nips of his teeth so she laughed and writhed underneath him.

She pushed at him, guiding him so he lay on his back and it was she who hovered over him, greedily drinking in his naked torso – the broad chest with its smattering of dark hair, the flat belly, the triangle of his hips, his erect member waiting to do her bidding. She crawled down the bed to take him into her mouth, sucking and massaging with her tongue. His hips bucked underneath her, his fingers raking her scalp.

‘Jesus, Riley’ he hissed ‘Slow down, there’s no hurry’ He felt the vibration of her laugh and threw his head back, trying to take his mind off what her mouth was doing to him, reciting the list of Kings and Queens of Cordonia over the centuries. Suddenly she stopped and crawled up the bed over him, her breasts brushing his chest, hair tickling his collarbone, pressing her lips to his and straddling him teasingly.

‘Do you want me?’ she breathed in his ear.

‘Fuck yes, Brookes’

‘Are you sure there’s nothing else you want to do?’ she teased ‘no more stargazing?’

‘The only stars you’ll be seeing will be with your eyes closed’ he growled, trying to flip her over, but she resisted and they wrestled for dominance for a moment before he finally won, pinning her onto the mattress. She gazed up at him, biting her lip mischievously

‘no more games’ he growled ‘no more teasing – tell me you want me’

‘I want you Drake’ she murmured, and he needed no further encouragement. He lined himself up and eased in a little at a time. She lay under him, gasping and lightly raking his back with her nails. As soon as he had entered her fully, he drew out and paused so she writhed underneath him, trying to pull him into her, whimpering with need. He relented from teasing and drove into her, feeling her wet tightness envelop him over and over again, building up speed as she rose up to meet every stroke. The air was warm from the fire, the light dancing over bare flesh as they moved together, becoming engrossed in each other, totally in unity. Together they moved closer to the edge, moving as one, exploding into bliss together, sweat sheening their skin as they cried out and gasped and slowed and came to a stop. Drake rolled off to her side, reaching for tissues to clean up. When they had done that, they drew back the bedclothes to huddle together and fall asleep in the warmth of the fire, the sky outside dark and peppered with stars.

Next Chapter 8b Deeper and Closer

[petershorcrux]

Be Here

fandom: teen wolf

ship: sterek (stiles stilinski/derek hale)

summary: Stiles rides Derek while Derek is 'restrained' in a chair.

(explicit)

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Derek looks up at Stiles’s naked, lanky form which usually held such clumsiness right now instead thrummed with confidence—almost cockiness. Derek sat in his chair, hands gripping the armrests so tightly that even the slightest twitch of his wrists would snap the wood.

Derek is naked, Stiles is too; Derek is rock hard, Stiles is too. Derek’s wrists and ankles are tied to the armrests and legs of the chair respectively and he would give anything and everything to be dragging his calloused hands across the pale, velvety smooth skin of Stiles’s; Stiles's body is free, standing there practically begging to be devoured. And Derek really wants to devour Stiles with all of his senses in this very moment.

But he can’t because this set up that they have right now is fucking fantastic. Derek’s rarely as hard as he is when Stiles has got him tied up like this. He could easily be free of the bondage and fucking Stiles into the mattress, a hand pushing Stiles’s face into a pillow to muffle his cries for the sake of their neighbours (when he’s feeling generous) all the while he’s able to hear every delicious cry thanks to his werewolf hearing. And he will, he definitely will fuck Stiles like that—but not right now. Because this is perfect.

Derek feels precome pebble at the slit of his dick, wetting the hair surrounding his bellybutton. He can smell the arousal in the air, both his and Stiles’s. A car drives by their apartment and the headlights illuminate the room for a second. The second is all he needs to take in the heavenly sight of Stiles standing there is a better light. There’s a bright blush covering his face and reaching just the upper part of his chest; he see the blown out pupils of Stiles’s rich, brown eyes and he can see the almost imperceptible tremble running through the other man’s body better.

Derek hears Stiles’s breath catch in his throat and the pulse of his heart rate pick up because the second of illumination gives him full access to the vision of Derek like this. Derek tied up and ‘vulnerable’—making himself vulnerable for and to Stiles. Stiles has taken in Derek’s body in visually under so many light conditions, could draw every part of his body from memory but god if it doesn’t fuck him up every single time.

Another car drives by and Stiles sees Derek again. This time he focuses on Derek’s dick which is pressured urgently against the other man’s stomach, begging for attention. It’s an angry red and there’s a glint at the tip from the wetness of the other man’s precome reflecting the light.

Stiles licks his lips and swallows dryly.

“Fuck,” Stiles whispers under his breath and Derek chuckles.

Stiles takes a deep breath and sinks to his knees, Derek’s eyes flash red and follow the slow sinking of Stiles’s body. Derek’s wolf wants him to surge up, break his bindings and kiss his mate, ravish him, but Derek fights back his urge and instead settles back into the chair a bit more. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out a moment later.

Stiles is running his hands up Derek’s legs, starting at the knee. He can feel a small tremble as Derek fights to remain in place. “Good,” Stiles whispers. Derek lets out a sound in the back of his throat in response—something that could be called a whine and this time it’s Stiles’s turn to chuckle a little.

Derek watches with glowing red eyes as Stiles stops his progression up his legs at the centre of his thighs, using his thumbs to massage the skin and run through the hair that covers the thickness of them. Derek has to clench his eyes shut and throw his head back a little to keep from coming at the small touch that almost feels like too much.

“Hey, no,” Stiles coos, pinching Derek’s thighs playfully, “look at me,” he says.

Derek lets out a harsh as he listens to Stiles and is greeted to the vision of Stiles’s head moving to rest against Derek’s upper thigh. His lips are so close to Derek’s dick that he can feel his wolf practically slamming itself against his consciousness trying to make Derek give into his primal needs to mate and mark. Derek feels Stiles’s breath ghost against the skin of his dick and inhales slowly through his nose.

“Fuck,” Derek lets out and Stiles smiles back at him. Another car drives by and the light from its passing hit Stiles’s eyes in a way that make them flash almost in a way that looks like the golden yellow of an omega.

Before Derek can fully process how turned on that makes him, one of Stiles’s hands move from its place on Derek’s thigh and slips between Derek’s legs. Derek can just barely feel the movement of it as it traverses up the seat of his chair and moves close enough so just the tips of one of his fingers can ghost against his balls. Derek’s hips twitch a little but then resettle. Stiles smiles up at Derek and then puckers his lips just enough that they graze the length of his dick.

Derek feels a pulse of precome shoot through his dick, making a bigger mess of his stomach. He can also hear the uptick in Stiles’s pulse because when he’s this close he can see the throb of Derek’s dick.

That seems to kick Stiles more into action as the finger that has been passively dragging itself along Derek’s sack gently slides up to grasp Derek’s dick. The hold that Stiles has on Derek’s dick is almost as if he means to cradle it like a prized possession, Derek strangely feels emotional over that and lets out a soft whimper.

“Shh,” Stiles lets the noise slide between his lips before licking them.

Stiles pulls himself up and off of Derek’s thigh before he leans back just enough so he can be at eye level with Derek’s dick. There’s a moment of what could be called reverence and Stiles whispering, “Damn, you’ve got such a pretty dick, Derek,” before his mouth is on the tip of Derek’s dick and he’s sliding his tongue into the tight foreskin surrounding the head of Derek’s dick.

Derek clenches his teeth and tightens his hands on the arms of the chair just a fraction and hears the protest of the wood as it conforms around the press of his fingers.

Stiles takes the entirety of the head into his mouth and continues the rolling of his tongue. Derek’s thighs tremble and as Stiles continues to take more of him in, letting out small noises as he takes Derek into his throat.

Derek feels almost lightheaded as Stiles begins bobbing his head in his lap, taking more and more of Derek’s dick into his mouth and throat each time he dives down. All Derek can do is watch as Stiles expertly takes him in and thank the universe for how blessed he is.

“Just like that,” Derek manages at one point, “fuck you’re so good for me, Stiles,” he rambles on. He can feel Stiles’s fingers dig into his thighs in response to the praise; it’s usually now where he would pet Stiles’s hair, running his nails along the other man’s scalp and that’s about the only thing he hates about the bondage of this situation—that he can’t show his affection that way. Derek has never been good with words, so that’s another challenge behind this, it makes it so he has to express himself with words and tell Stiles how much he likes it.

“God, I can’t wait to be inside you, Stiles,” Derek says breathily, “fill your tight ass up with my cock and come. Gonna breed you so good.”

Stiles lets out an obscene noise and pulls off of Derek’s dick with an loud pop. There’s a beat of both of them breathing raggedly, Stiles staring up at Derek hungrily as Derek does the the same down at Stiles.

“Fuck,” Stiles says as he pulls back from Derek’s dick, voice sounding scratchy and wanting, “I need you inside of me, Derek,” he says in a blur of words. There’s a rush of movement and then Stiles is straddling Derek, looking into his eyes. Derek feels drunk as everything appears to be moving in slow motion.

Derek nods dumbly, “Yeah,” he says because he agrees and could not get more than that small utterance out if it killed him.

Stiles nods and leans over Derek, reaching behind him and to the bed. With Stiles this close Derek is able to lean forward and softly kiss Stiles’ chest. Stiles pulls back and looks at Derek, lube in one of his hands and a bright smile on his face before surging forward and kissing him passionately.

Derek notices that he has to tilt his neck up to keep his lips to Stiles’s as the other man raises up on his knees in the chair and grabs Derek’s dick, stroking the lube in his hand onto Derek’s dick. He does it hurriedly—can because he’s already himself for Derek, had made Derek watched as he leaned against their bedroom door and fucked himself with his fingers while Derek watched fought to stay in his seat and not fuck Stiles against the door like he has many times before.

Stiles stops their kiss for a second as he positions himself over Derek’s dick and begins to lower himself down. Both Derek and Stiles let out their own respective moans as Stiles seats himself fully down onto Derek’s lap.

“That feels so good, Stiles,” Derek says, lips pressed against Stiles’s forehead, “you feel so good, Stiles,” he specifies. Stiles moans and nods in affirmation for once at a loss for words. “You like how that feels, baby,” Derek asks, kissing Stiles’s forehead, “like how I feel in you? Like having my cock in you, filling you up?” Stiles lets out another moan, gives another nod.

“Mhm,” Derek reprimands, softly bumping his chin against the bridge of Stiles’s nose, “you’re better with your words than that. Answer me,” Derek goads.

“It feels so fucking good, Derek” Stiles starts, “I love having you in me,” he continues sounding like he’s on the verge of tears.

“Yeah? Then show me, Stiles,” Derek taunts, “Show me how much you like my cock inside of you.” Derek bounces in the seat as much as he can. Stiles lets out a loud noise before his entire body shudders.

Stiles starts slowly, almost cautiously, pushing up and then letting gravity pull him back down into Derek’s lap. Then he picks up the pace, riding Derek with such abandon it that he punches a sound out of his chest every time he fully seats himself. He’s gripping Derek’s shoulders with such force that if Derek wasn’t a werewolf he knew that he’s have angry bruises there the next morning—and he would welcome them.

“Want you to come just like this, riding my dick, taking all of me into you, just like you were meant to.” Derek pants out, “Can you do that for me, Stiles?” Derek asks.

Stiles nods fervently and a moment later Derek feels Stiles’s hands tighten on his shoulders and feels the ropes of come shooting against his abdominals. “That’s it, Stiles, good boy,” Derek coos, “come on my dick, let me know how much you love having my dick inside of you.”

Stiles rides out his orgasm feverishly before slowing his pace minutely, gasping for breath.

“Don’t stop, I haven’t come yet,” Derek commands. Stiles whimpers in response and begins riding him again, a little more slowly but determined to get Derek off even in his enervated state. “Just like that Stiles, I’m so close. Don’t you want me to come in you, fill you up nice and full? Have me leaking out of you? God, I can’t wait to taste it,” Derek growls out the last part and Stiles’s face blisses out as he’s coming again.

The tightening of Stiles’s walls around his cock again is able to bring Derek to the edge and he roars as he comes and shoots into Stiles one rope of come after another. Derek has weakened the duct tape around his wrists enough to the point where he’s able to pull against them and free himself without breaking the chair. He grabs Stiles’s waist and gently lifts him just enough so that the knot that’s formed at the base of his dick doesn’t slip into Stiles’s abused hole. He holds Stiles aloft just enough to fuck him through his orgasm.

Derek grips a bit too tightly and he knows that Stiles will have bruises in the morning—and that Stiles will welcome them. That Stiles will press against them for the feeling or safety and the remembrance of this moment.

Once Derek’s orgasm has finished washing over him he stands and lifts Stiles with him. He holds Stiles against his chest and carries him to their bed before laying him down on his stomach. Derek kneels over Stiles’s calves and watches the human’s back rise and fall in quick succession, huffing out breaths. He can see Stiles’s hole, slowly leaking out his come.

Derek leans in and licks at his mate’s hole, licking the come up from his balls, his taint and tracing it all the way back to his hole. He’s not quiet in doing this, makes loud slurping noises as he chases the taste of himself into Stiles’s hole. He tastes both of them like when he eats out Stiles’s after fucking him and he relishes the taste of it—it’s probably the best thing he’s ever tasted. All Stiles can do is let out little whines and grip the sheets of their bed, his dick trying and failing to get hard again but leaking precome over the sheets nonetheless as Derek licks and sucks and fingers his own come out of Stiles.

Once Derek has been sated with his work he grabs his now hard again dick in hand and works furiously at it. He leans over Stiles, bracing himself with the hand not jacking himself off. He doesn’t last long, doesn’t really want to, just wants to make his mate one more good time. He comes soon and covers Stiles’s back and ass with his come.

Stiles giggles tiredly.

“What’s so funny,” Derek asks, eying Stiles through his just barely open eyelids. “You just went and made another mess,” Stiles comments, wiggling his body seductively.

“Mmm, not a mess,” Derek comments as he begins rubbing the come into Stiles’s skin. Stiles lets out a soft moan in response.

Once Derek has finished rubbing his come into Stiles he lies down next to his mate and pulls him tight against his chest and pulls what bit of the comforter he can over their bodies.

[aqvarius]

peaches and cream - ayumu shinonome

peaches and cream - ayumu shinonome

warning: mature/nsfw content

–

I can’t believe this is how it all goes wrong.

It starts with her graduation and her surprisingly touching valedictorian speech, and then the rest of the day passes by so quickly and so slowly all at the same time. I take her to dinner and do that whole hotel key in the bouquet trick but even though it’s a good restaurant, I can barely taste the food as I watch her eat. Whether my sudden ageusia comes from nerves or excitement, I can’t tell. Then all of a sudden, we’re in the hotel room and she’s sitting on the bed in her bathrobe, a ball of fizzing energy.

One minute I’m kissing down her body, the next I’ve shut myself off in a bathroom while my first and only girlfriend sits outside. On a bed. Naked.

The moment that made me choke plays in my head over and over like a TV replay of a sports match. I’m watching her so keenly, stroking her body all over, undressing her and letting the silken fabric of her lingerie slip from her smooth skin, trying to deduce what she likes and where. She’s shivering under my touch, flushed and needy, gasping for more. So into it that she can’t even pretend to play coy, she’s fully caught under my spell.

Then, she moans that one word that sends a shot through my heart. “Instructor…”

Suddenly I’m struck with a cold fear. A terrifying scenario runs through my head: one where I’m not good enough, can’t satisfy her, and she leaves me for someone else. For Miyayama. Her Dream Team. I pull myself from her warm, inviting body and apologize, leaving her looking tiny and vulnerable sat in the middle of that large bed with a sheet wrapped around her.

I’ve never had any problems separating emotions and sex before. I’ve never had any trouble sleeping with women I didn’t care for and would have been happy to never see their faces again. I’ve never had any performance issues, nor have I ever had any problems with pleasing women. But the thought that she might only feel the way she does towards me because of my title sends a pang of anxiety so acutely into my body that a bitter taste floods the back of my mouth. My mind spirals as I remember that awful dream of mine where she chose to leave me because I couldn’t satisfy her, and then I recall Miyayama’s bold confession and his confidence in declaring that he’ll always be waiting for her with open arms.

When I finally pull myself together enough to leave the bathroom, I see her curled up on the bed, so hurt and fragile. She’s obviously pretending to be asleep – I’ve watched her sleep enough to know what she’s like when she’s really sleeping – but I can’t draw the courage to say anything. Instead, I stew in my anxiety, chest so tight I wonder if I might just cry.

–

Things are awkward between us for days. I see her only once in the next week, when she pops by the instructor room to pick up some of her old study notes from my desk. Just one look at her and I’m practically salivating. She leans over to grab the files from my desk and out of the corner of my eye, I can see down the front of her blouse. She’s wearing a rather functional plain white bra, but her creamy cleavage is revealed, and it spills forwards alluringly when she bends.

As she turns to leave, some papers spill from files that haven’t been closed properly and she gasps, flustered, quickly dropping onto her hands and knees to gather them. If it wasn’t already there, my mind would fall right into the gutter, seeing her in that position. Her skirt is riding up slightly and the backs of her toned thighs are right there in front of my eyes. The peachy shape of her ass looks so inviting, and the slight peek of inner thigh makes me dream of having my face right there between her legs, kissing and licking at the sensitive skin. This is so typical of her – she’s absolutely useless at seduction operations, and yet she’s so tempting when she’s not trying at all. Her hair falls forward as she ducks her head and it exposes the skin at the nape of her neck. It provokes an unusually animalistic response in me; I’m struck by the need to mark that skin as mine.

Right then, Soma breezes into the room, looking down at my aide in what may as well be doggy style position. There is no doubt anyone walking in can see right down her top. An amused smile rises to his face and it makes me burn with irritation.

“Do you need help there?” he asks her with a suggestive laugh, his eyes flickering downwards for just a second, and she looks down at herself and immediately sits up on her heels, cheeks hot, pressing her blouse close to her body.

“N-no!” she yelps, obviously flustered, and grabs the last few scattered papers before standing up, rigid like a soldier. I just sit in my seat, fuming that she’s responding exactly the way Soma wants. Even if it wasn’t for a master manipulator like Soma, she’d be too easy to read, too obvious. Too fun for others to play with when she should be mine.

“Instructors,” she mumbles in an awkward farewell as she leaves the room.

I should get back to work but I can’t stop thinking about my girl on all fours, about her flushed cheeks, her lithe body, her milky cleavage, the half-lidded bedroom eyes that she probably doesn’t even know she makes, the way she trembles just from my touch, how pillowy and pliable her lips are and how they would feel wrapped around my –

Oh, fuck. I can feel my pants tenting.

This is so mortifying. I feel like a teenager popping a boner in class because his crush walked past.

“What’s wrong, Ayumu?” asks Goto, and I realise that I’m staring down at my crotch, hands balled into fists on my keyboard. A line of empty spaces runs across my screen and comes to an abrupt stop as I quickly remove my hands from my computer.

“I’ve heard tensing your thighs can help,” Soma offers, sounding extremely entertained as he sorts through his documents. He’s somehow aware of my predicament and I flush crimson. “Or just imagine Narita in a speedo. That should do it.”

That last suggestion clues Goto in and his face reddens almost as much as mine. It’s common knowledge in Public Safety that Soma is a force to be reckoned with, but I’m cursing him more than ever in my head as I shift awkwardly in my chair. He snickers as he grabs his file from his desk and leaves the room with a mild yet teasing “Good luck”.  

Goto coughs awkwardly and looks back down at his work, and I slump my head forward onto my desk. When she texts me to invite me to Sachi’s place a few nights later, I’m all too eager to see her again.

–

The incident at Sachi’s is somehow shocking and soothing to me, both calming all my insecurities and stoking a flame of arousal in me. All my worries fade away with that one declaration she makes, that she wants to be my home. That she loves everything about me. Now that she’s melted away my worries, I can feel my desire for her more acutely than ever. Not only that, but I’m driven by an urge to show her how attractive she is, how much I want her, to pacify the stormy seas of her worries like she’s done mine.

I look up from whatever junk I’m mindlessly scrolling through on my phone to keep my mind occupied when she pads into the room nervously fiddling with the collar of her pyjama top. I can see a lacy lilac strap peeking through and it’s driving me crazy. I want to unwrap her like a present and savour every part of her. She smells incredible, like peaches and cream, and it makes me desperate to lick her all over and devour her nectar.

“You’ll have to forgive me, but I’m not going to be able to go easy on you tonight,” I warn as I work the buttons on her pyjama top open. She swallows as I push her down onto the bed, but her eyes are filled with the same clear conviction as when she professed her unconditional love for me. She trusts me. She wants to be mine.

I reach for her, pressing my lips against hers in soft, teasing nips. Her neck tilts upwards when I pull back, obviously wanting more, but I shift my body downwards, kissing down her body. I said I wouldn’t go easy, but I can’t help wanting to ease her desire out slowly, savouring each and every reaction. I draw my tongue between the valley of her breasts, finally enjoying that cleavage that’s been teasing me in and out of my dreams for so long, and then lightly suck on their rosy tips, feeling her hands press needily into my scalp in response. Then I lower myself even further, lingering on the hollows between her ribs, then down further, further, further.

Her smooth legs tremble gently around me as I press more kisses to the junction between her thighs and her hips, licking soft swirls on her velvety skin. Finally, my mouth makes its way to right where she wants it, and she lets slip a soft moan that makes my heart pound.

“Shinonome…” she whispers as I let my hot breath fall right there, and I’ve never been more glad to hear my name in my entire life.

I eat at her, circling my tongue in a point around her, pressing it flat and dragging, using my lips and jaw and the lightest graze of my teeth, testing out every technique I’ve ever learnt as if I’ve learnt it all just for her. She cries out when I dip my tongue into her and lick upwards and I keep at it, tasting how sweet she is, how wet she is just for me, until her breathing turns shallow. As much as I’d love to have her thighs clenched around my head as I bring her to orgasm with my mouth, I pull back. We have the whole night to learn each other’s bodies. For now, I tear off the clothes that are keeping me from feeling her more fully.

Her cheeks and ears are dyed the loveliest hue of pink when I look down at her and I want to feel the warmth of them against my lips, and more. Taking the sight of me in with her eyes, she runs her hands over my skin nervously, and then she turns even pinker when she asks me, shyly, “Do you want to, um, sex me up?”

My sexy, goofy girl. Doesn’t she know I’ve wanted this for years?

“I do. I want you so badly. I want to feel you, all of you. I want to make every inch of you mine. I have to have you.” The words spill out from where they’ve been held up in my heart for so long. It’s such a relief to admit to her and the way her gaze deepens with so much love is the greatest reward I could ever have asked for.

She leans up to kiss me and pulls back to stare into my eyes, her own glazed with need. We kiss each other, the urgency picking up as we gasp into each other’s mouths. My girl’s hands naturally find places on my body that I didn’t even know were sensitive, and I’m so hard it’s almost painful. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman more. My hand skims down her body, drifting up her inner thigh with a ghostlike lightness. She feels so soft and so warm, it’s taking all my self-control not to just take her right there and then and plunge myself to the hilt in her wet heat. I can tell that this is what she wants too; her back is arching and her hips are tilting upwards towards my hand wantonly as I stroke her, sliding one finger and then two into her. She sighs over and over that she needs me, but it’s only when my hand is creamy with her desire and she’s writhing below me that I finally decide to give us both what we want.  

Reluctantly pulling away from her, I reach for my wallet and fumble to pull out a condom, but she grabs my wrist, blushes prettily and mumbles, “I’m on birth control.”

I’m amazed that I have any blood left in my body anywhere but my crotch when my girl whispers those words. Dizzy from desire, I happily abandon my quest and reach for her again. It’s just the two of us now with nothing between us as I slide the tip of my cock up and down against her, occasionally pushing in slightly. She’s so wet and and tight and it’s almost unbearably hot inside her.  

She whimpers my name pleadingly, undone with lust, and my heart leaps into my throat.

I feel like a virgin with how hard my heart is pounding and how tight my stomach is. Finally, I push into her and my heart almost stops. She lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard in my entire life and my cock pulses in response. The pleasure is so overwhelming I have to take a deep breath and calm myself so as to not cum in her right away. It’s been two years in the making, two years of abstinence, two years of jacking off to fantasies of this very moment, and somehow the real thing is so much better than anything I’ve ever dreamt up. It suddenly hits me that this is the first time I’ve ever had sex with a woman I love – a woman who loves me back as much as I love her.

I take another breath to treasure the sight in front of my eyes. Seductive without even trying, her lashes rest heavily against the curve of her cheek. They flutter as she struggles to open her eyes against the pleasure when I start to move against her. I go slowly at first, caressing her gently, giving her a few shallow inches and then pushing deep, letting her feel my full length filling her up with each stroke, teaching her body how mine feels.

“Close your eyes,” I murmur, almost wanting to laugh at how cute she looks with her half-lidded, glossy eyes.

She shakes her head stubbornly, extracting her arms from my grip and sliding them around my neck. “I want to see your face…”

Something snaps in me when she says those words. I feel lightheaded and focussed all at the same time. Bending my arms down to bracket my forearms around her head, I lean down to kiss her hard while my hips pick up speed, thrusting into her at a punishing pace. Her legs tighten around my waist, crossing at the ankles, and her back arches in an attempt to draw her body even closer to mine, but every time my lips leave hers to give us time to breathe, her eyes remain locked on mine. She gazes deeply at me, like I’m one of those diagrams she’s so good at memorising. It’s as though she’s trying to drink me in and commit the sight of me deep into her memory. At this moment, I wish I had her photographic memory. I wish I could remember how she looks like this forever.

I reach between us to stroke at her while my hips roll against hers and it’s too much for her. Her nails dig into the back of my neck as she cries out against my lips, shuddering as her head tips back in pleasure. I can feel her pulsing around me and it takes me over the edge. I groan as I spill myself inside her, filling her up while she trembles and clenches around me.  

My adorable girl. My sexy girl. My precious girl.

As she curls up into me, eyes glowing with bliss and love, I realise it doesn’t matter that I can’t remember this moment as perfectly as her. I know there will be so, so many more to come.

–

anyway i basically wanted to write ayumu and mc’s first time 

but i also wanted to write ayumu just wanting mc so so much 

so this is just 2.7k words of ayumu being horny for mc during the our graduation epilogue events

i added an extra scene tho for fun