#slowly becoming more in touch w my entire body
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literally im crazy so this probably isnt relatable but i'm working on becoming more embodied and less neck up and smth that has genuinely helped is washing my feet every day and also doing my fingernails and cuticles n such
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ame-to-ame · 6 months ago
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there are things that you don't do for a year or more and pick up just right where you left off and these days i fear loving you might be one of them
#double meaning on that but. yeah.#it's like. i haven't touched the imaging software i use for an entire year. soldering iron in decades. pick it right back up. to my surpris#muscle memory is crazy#i don't draw for months and pick up right where i was with a few sketches bc the work you put in stays even when you don't actively practic#when it's something you've practiced weekly and daily it sticks with you and ig that's good#but then it's like. the horrors. that haunt you. yk? what if a part of me will always save a soft spot for my ex. what then.#what if I'm fine now and I'm doing okay and i don't miss it and I think i'm okay moving forward and i see her and suddenly I'm on the floor#what if some part of me that was in love never really went away what if i haven't managed to kill all of it yet#bc i genuinely would not know what to do. i. i don't want to admit it but one of my worst fears is liking someone who doesn't like you back#and what's even more horrifying is if it's obvious. if everyone can tell. and usually I'm good at hiding it! (not really) but it's just. id#it's shame in liking someone who you tell yourself you don't want to like and you know you shouldn't. and not having control over it.#hoping praying that either she does something that turns the little switch in my head that sends her into the unforgivable category#or that i become straight. or that i become straight. mhm. yep. or ig the other option is i get a crush on someone new but like. mm.#i kinda have gotten w every person I've had a crush on since hs and i kinda don't think im ready for another rs so soon.#the baggage i just got is. hm. idk i kinda don't wanna unpack it. it's something that can easily be done if i had the missing pieces but.#i don't think I'm ever gonna get them. so. instead I'm gonna take. maybe another 3 months or 5 months or a year or a few. to just. slowly.#idek. it's just triggering old things. bringing me back to when i was 14. i never really got closure from that either. it took me 3 years.#I'm sure this time it'll go away faster but idk experiencing it a second time has a different feel to it. idk. it's weird.#it's like. idk. it's like you're watching it happen and you're not even there anymore. idk. i really don't know.#oh. I've been dissociating.#idk maybe it's for the best i really don't know i really don't know and everyone says i have to do what's best for myself but idk what is#my life is on track things are moving forward I'm doing better and healing but i can't escape the feeling of dread#something is going to catch up with me sooner or later and idk what it is idk at what intensity and idk if i will be ready for it#but anyway. when you love someone intentionally every day for a while. when does it go away? will it go away?#or will i have to live haunted by ppl who are alive but changed. so practically dead w/o the opportunity to mourn. for the rest of my life?#like i don't think i get it. loving this person was like. cooking and eating. intentional. ingrained into everyday life. effortful.#what if my mind does forget but my body still remembers. what then. what if it's like searching for sth you don't remember having anymore#ig I'm just trying to figure out how much to forget these days. how much won't hurt if it all comes back to haunt me#delete later
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thebluester2020 · 6 months ago
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If you're taking writing comissions.. I really liked your post about sdv bachelors with reader who squirts...but let's turn it around! How about a farmer (female) who is really quiet during sex? Cuz you know, when she was touching herself alone, she didn't want to be loud and it stayed that way. You don't have to write all the bachelors, I'm interested in Harvey 👀 I imagine he would be concerned at first and overthinking if he did something wrong
Harvey x Quiet Farmer Who Squirts For The First Time
Summary: Harvey makes a quiet reader squirt for the first time. Warning(s): Munch Harvey, Reader is a bit quiet in this one, Slight dom!Harvey(?) [It quickly goes away though lol], Both Harvey and the reader are shy together tbh. Side note(s): Sorry this took so long anon- the procrastination virus hit me hard 😭 [I hope this is close to what you were asking for!] Also, shout out to Aaryan Shah for being my song inspo that allowed me to write this. His music is so good I swear to god.
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He couldn't help the nervousness that racked his entire body as he feasted upon your sex. You...you were just so quiet!
And that was something that he never minded. Your comfort and pleasure came before any wishes he may have had or would ever had, so long as he was allowed to suckle at your cute clit, sweet babbled murmurs and moans flooding his ears like the welcomed warmth of water over cold skin. He was was fine with you never making a single sound in the bedroom.
Your reactions and silent pleas for him to continue were enough for him, enough to make his cock absolutely ache.
But, at this moment? As your cunt practically begged and drooled for more of his skillful tongue, the sight of your glistening pussy wet from the sheen of your slick making his throat dry as if he hadn't taken a sip of water in days. Coupled along with the fact he was admiring your panting figure through his lashes, a question mark silently formed in his head.
Why were you so adamant on making as little noise as possible?
As arousing as your attempts were...from how you bit your lip so hard to the point he feared it would bleed.
Or how you'd squirm and turn your head side to side, biting either the pillow sheets or covering your lips with the back of your hand if that wouldn't work. Adorable as it was, his desire to hear you moan out his name all the stored-up breath in your lungs frew ever fervent in his mind. To the point he feared he'd begin to cum inside his boxers like some teenager!
But...rather than try to confront you about it, it was far more fun to let his tongue and fingers do the convincing. To let them coax your voice out of you.
"H-Harvey...?" You whispered in a daze as you finally registered Harvey's tongue no longer circling your sex, your breath labored as you shakily rose your head to look at him.
"Yes?" He responded with devotion in his gaze, apologetically pressing a kiss to the inside of your thighs as his fingers slowly traced your labia.
You sucked in a breath, electricity pulsing through you at the simple slow touch. "W-Why did you stop?" You whispered.
Harvey pressed another kiss on you, to the hood of your clit this time as he steadily worked you back up, as well as silently worked himself up to the plan he was about to commit. He almost felt bad for it! Torturing his poor wife who looked like she was on the verge of tears if she didn't get to cum in the next minute.
"Harvey..." You moaned, trying to get his attention once more. "A-Aren't you going to— Oh!" There it was...the noise he'd been so desperately searching for, yearning quietly since the moment you two had started becoming intimate with one another, all from him suddenly plunging his fingers inside of your wanton sex and curling them up into your sweet spot.
An action he more than eagerly repeated as his head dived back towards your sex, lapping and suckling at your engorged clit as he unconsciously rutted against the sheets, aching to release his cock from its confines and find relief in your sweet sweet pussy.
"I'm so clue," You cried out, your thighs shaking as your peak rapidly approached the more Harvey's fingers continued its assault on your G-spot inside your pussy. Something that didn't register in the doctor's head as he became drunk off your juices, barely paying mind to how your thighs twitched more than usual or how you were becoming more and more vocal.
It was like finally receiving that badly wanted gift during Christmas.
His groans against your pussy creating a delicious buzz against your clit that further brought you closer and closer to orgasm until...something felt different.
You grabbed his hair, fruitlessly tugging to try and catch his attention. "H-Harvey...!" You keened, Harvey's free hand digging into the flesh of your hips to keep you open before you came. The sheer force shocked you as a guttural scream ripped from your throat, white flooding your eyes as wetness gushed out of your cunt.
And it was silent as you came down from your explosive high, your chest heaving up and down as you struggled to focus your vision and come back down to reality. Your vision was blurry and...filled with Harvey's worried expression as he looked down at you. "Y/N! Are you okay?" He asked, his voice distant as you smiled all dopey-like.
"Y-Yeah..." You said.
As you steadily propped yourself up on your elbows and rose an arm to loop around Harvey's neck, bringing him closer to you. Both you and he began to blush as you tried to work up to asking your question. "C-Can you do that again...?"
His words choked up in his throat, his cock twitching at your words.
Rather than it being a one-time thing, it seemed he'd have all night to continue to hear your unashamed moans...
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taegimood · 4 months ago
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— fate (c.sb) ♡
pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader genre: angst, fluff, smut rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.1k warnings: toxic ex (emotional neglect, abandonment), unplanned pregnancy, body insecurity, pregnancy/breeding kink, brief smut, let’s ignore the questionable timeframe lmao
a/n - this is actually not at ALL what i had originally planned for this concept, it was supposed to just be another one of my lighthearted smutty ramblings (which i might still do in a separate post cuz this concept + soobin’s breeding kink is too juicy for me to pass up lmao) but i like it regardless.. i haven’t done an actual writing piece in ages. this one might be weird tbh lol but i hope you enjoy ~ [written w my lovely @miupow in mind <3]
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it had been 12 months since you met the man who you thought would be forever — foolishly, blindly — the memory as bitter as the winter when you first saw him, mistaken then as something sweet.
it had been 10 months since you began to give him everything that he wanted — the body and the heart that you were never one to gift lightly — convinced that it was love, that it meant more in his eyes that you could never truly seem to read (though you always managed to fool yourself that you could).
it had been 6 months since you started doing anything and everything to make him keep wanting you, losing yourself so slowly in the process that you couldn’t even see it until one day suddenly you did.
it had been 3 months since he left you faster than the changing season when you told him the news, a hurricane of empty eyes and venomous words thrown like daggers that left you bleeding…
and it had been 3 months with a baby in your belly when choi soobin came into your life.
this time, the winter was nothing in comparison to the softness of his smile and the sunlight in his eyes when he stepped through that coffee shop door and into your forever.
soobin knew from the moment he saw you that you were someone he could see himself falling in love with.
he had no idea what made you say yes when he asked if you would have a cup of coffee with him;
(maybe it was the fact that he tripped and spilled his milkshake all over you while trying not to look like a loser as he passed by your table and then profusely promised to make it up to you and your poor pair of soiled sweatpants);
and he also had no idea what kept your pages closed even as he got to know you, what kind of shadow it was that would pass over your eyes at his compliments or what made you flinch at an accidental touch of your hands —
but he did know that more than anything he had ever wanted,
he wanted to see the smile reach your eyes.
~
falling in love with soobin came easily.
no matter how hard you first tried to fight it, deny it, run from it… it was as if loving him was something that you were simply made to do.
every soft smile, every careful touch, every word a caress as gentle as the breeze on a summer sunrise; every part of soobin slowly began to fill the cracks of your shattered heart with gold.
the day that he found out about the baby was the day that he told you his heart was yours.
“i know it hasn’t been long and i know i may sound crazy, but whatever happens or whatever doesn’t, y/n, i will love this baby, and i will love you.”
if this child’s father was a starless night then soobin was entire galaxies, the warmth and resoluteness in his eyes enough to melt away any claim that that man had left behind, and as far as you two were concerned, this baby’s real father was standing right here at your side.
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it’s become harder to find room to love yourself these days as the months go on; your growing belly making it difficult to feel attractive, the insecurities that came with those months of feeling unwanted slowly creeping back into your mind and telling you that you’re not enough to make him stay.
logically, you know that your pregnant body is the only body of yours that soobin has so far seen, and of course here he is still wanting you — he proves it almost every night — but regardless you find yourself crippled by doubt and shame.
frowning at yourself in the mirror after every shower, stuck between the bubbling feelings of love for your baby and the guilt of hating how your body looks because of it.
little do you know, soobin has realized something about himself that he never saw coming before:
your pregnant body has him absolutely losing his mind.
he’s never felt so turned on in his life than when he’s got you laid across his sheets in the evenings with the curve of your swollen belly brushing against him as he slowly fucks into you, your tits full and bouncing softly with each thrust, small hands clutching onto him, your face flushed and beautiful and more undone than he’s ever seen it — free to let go of yourself in his arms.
it’s in these moments that he’s convinced he was made to worship your body with everything that he’s got.
soobin is so desperately attracted to every part of you, so determined to pour his love into you as many times as it takes for you to be able to see exactly what he sees every day;
he can’t help himself, can’t keep it in as he ravishes your cunt, the things he moans and whispers like a prayer in your ear enough to send shivers straight down to your core and push you over the edge every time.
you’re so so beautiful, baby, gonna be the most beautiful mama..
he touches you like he’ll never get the chance again.
perfect belly, perfect tits.. wanna fill you up like this, want you pregnant with my babies, f-fuck-
his name falls like a chant from your lips;
wanna give it all to you one day- wanna make you my wife and fill you up all round and pretty- you’re just s-so pretty, bunny, so perfect.
you feel prettier each time you fall apart.
i love your body, love our baby,
‘n i love you,
i love you,
i love you.
and when you ask him one morning if he means those things he always says, watching as a familiar rosy hue dusts across his dimpled cheeks, soobin takes your hand in his and promises you a lifetime.
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it’s winter — your favorite season.
the air is crisp and full of starlight as you take a deep breath, the world falling quiet when you meet your husband’s eyes.
“the kids are asleep,” he whispers from the doorway,
and you’ve never been gazed at so tenderly.
you think about where you started and where you are now.
it’s been 5 years since choi soobin walked into your life, bringing the glimmering sun along with him.
5 years since he began showing you the meaning of well-kept promises and honest eyes,
of things that last and things that are allowed to be let go.
5 years since you welcomed your first child into your arms
and 3 since you welcomed your second; all beaming smiles and dimples just like her daddy;
and it’s been 12 months since your belly started growing with your third.
as you look down at the sleeping baby in your husband’s arms, every severed string of the past melts into one.
you smile at the boy from the coffee shop.
he smiles back, and soobin has all he’s ever wanted, because he has you —
because finally the smile reaches your eyes,
and he’s home.
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tommydarlings · 1 year ago
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puppy dog eyes | c.s
pairing: sub!carlos x dom!reader
warnings: smut, face sitting, brief mention of dacryphilia
w/c: 0.6k
summary: you just couldn’t resist your boyfriend's big, brown, puppy dog eyes — you needed them to look up at you while you’re sitting on his face. (based off of this request)
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“What do you want carlos? Use your words,” you tilted your head in his direction, watching with narrowing eyes as he looked up at you from laying flat on his back on the bed you two share.
Carlos gulped as he gazed up at you with his big, brown puppy dog eyes, “you know-
“What do you want,” you repeated in a harsher way, smiling down at him as you removed your panties.
Your boyfriend sighed while you ran your fingertips along his naked chest, making him stutter a bit as he answered, “Want y-you to sit o-on my face,” he replied in a stuttering manner while you gazed up at you with this puppy dog eyes that you adore.
He was so cute with his slightly glassy, big, brown eyes.
You walked closer to him, looking down at him with raised brows before you spoke up in a taunting manner, “You want me to sit on your face, cariño?” You whispered before you bend down, balancing your face on your palm as you brushed some of his hair out of his face.
Carlos gulped and widened his eyes a bit as you touched his face.
God was he touch desperate.
Then he slowly nodded, silently answering your question, making you smile and bite your lip,
“Yeah? Would you enjoy that? When I rub my pussy over your mouth and nose, making you all wet while I’m holding your head in place by your hair, baby?” You said before you stood up again, making Carlos raise his brows and excitement.
“Don’t get too excited,” you mumbled after he nodded at your question you’ve asked before.
After some seconds of him excitingly waiting for you to fulfill his wish, you sat down on his chest, brushing his hair out of his face before you harshly grabbed them, crawling forward, putting your desperate pussy right in front of his mouth.
“C'mon, cariño,” you smirked down at him, tugging on his hair a bit, “thought you wanted to have a taste so bad,” you shrugged but quickly stopped your sassy behaviour since he let his tongue lick a stripe up your pussy, forcing you to throw your head back and moan.
“F-Fuck,” you whined in a hush tone, roughly fisting the sheets next to your boyfriends body while he only moaned and groaned into your pussy as he looked up at you with big puppy dog eyes probably begging for more.
You let your head fall forward, stuttering breaths of your yours filling the air as Carlos decided to raise his hands and grab your thighs, pulling your closer to his hungry mouth.
You briefly chuckled before you shook your head, “oh no, no, no Carlos baby…did I say you could touch me? No, I didn’t,” you told him in a harsh tone, making him whine into your pussy before he removed his hands again, harshly fisting the sheets now as well.
In a quiet manner, you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as he ran his nose along your pussy a bit, including his tongue sometimes as well while he looked at you with slightly teary eyes.
This man was a sight for sore eyes right now, god.
“Just l-like that, c-carlos,” you gulped before you moaned and pulled his mouth even closer by his fluffy hair, “that’s a good boy, just like that,” you mumbled, looking down at him.
You fell slightly forward, balancing yourself entirely on his head as you put your second hand on his hair as well, moving your hips in circular motions as you started to stutter, breathing getting heavier and more uneven as you felt like you were gonna fall apart — but in a good way.
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wanderingxiao · 11 months ago
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idk if you currently take requests, but I've been digging through all of tumblr for some really good (consensual!) Somnophilia smut with wanderer, him just unable to resist reader when they're asleep (i personally prefer afab reader, but genderneutral is fine too!)
Only if you feel comfy with that of course, thx ♡♡
Late Nights
Wanderer x Reader *NSFW*
Warnings: Somnophilia (sex while reader is asleep), established relationship, cursing, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, Wanderer being a dominant yet embarrassed cutie
A/N: Sorry for the delay in updates! School started back and my fics are now getting longer again when I want to make them shorter :’)
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Wanderer scowled at the sight before him. There you were, lying in his bed without a care in the world that you were intruding! The audacity of a mere mortal to invade the privacy of a former god. Blasphemy! If it were any other human he would have knocked the teeth out of them. You were just so lucky to be his lovely girlfriend. Although that didn’t excuse you from taking up his entire bed after he wanted to rest from a long day of catering to the Traveler’s requests of him.
His indigo eyes focused on the way your chest moved up and down, the duvet haphazardly jumbled near your feet, letting the generous chill of night consume your body. His eyes followed to your breasts, your nipples erect and showing through your shirt at the cool nights air. A flood of heat covered the puppet’s cheeks, his scowl only growing deeper at the hot feeling beginning to engulf his abdomen and groin.
“Tsk… how pathetic.” Whether he was saying that directed at himself or you, it’s a mystery. But it was no mystery the way his fingers descended towards your breasts, ghosting his fingertips over your nipples. The pads of his fingers circled over the raised area of fabric, before flicking his finger up and down against the sensitive bud. He didn’t miss the way your legs squeezed together, rubbing them back and forth in attempts to quell the new heat pooling between your legs at the touch. Your chest arched into his touch, practically encouraging him to do more.
“Fuck… you really are a dirty slut.” An arrogant smirk spread across his lips, his movements becoming more bold. Wanderer slowly climbed into the bed beside you, being careful at the way the mattress dipped and creaked under his weight. He raised your shirt up to your chest, letting your breasts free from the confines of your silly pajamas. Saliva pooled within Wanderer’s mouth, his tongue coming to moisten his lips before he descended upon your chest, kissing up your sternum before coming up your collar bones.
A small whimper echoed within his mechanical ears, spurring his actions into groping at your breasts softly, kneading the doughy flesh in his hands. He adored the way you writhed under him in your sleep, twitching and whining at the pleasure he held over you. With daring fingers, he dipped down to shimmy your shorts and panties down enough so he could trace the rough pads of his fingers over your glistening folds.
“H-Hmm… W-Wanderer…” How cute, you were even calling his name in your sleep. Even in rem you knew who took care of you. Wanderer exhaled against your neck, warm breath fanning over your skin now riddled in goosebumps. His lips ghosted over your pulse point, tongue peeking out to lovingly lick and suck against that point. Your fists began to clutch against the bed sheets, whining at the teasing pleasure of his tongue against your neck and his fingers rubbing so lewdly against your wet folds.
“Such a dirty little bitch… hah, you don’t even deserve my cock for the way you’re behaving.” Wanderer was finding it harder and harder to control himself. He could practically feel your cunt begging to have his fingers inside, almost sucking him in. With slow precision, he embedded his fingers into your drooly pussy. He groaned at the tight feeling around his fingers, pumping them in and out lightly, not missing the quiet lewd squelch that filled the air. “So fucking wet…”
His eyes were glued to your facial expressions, memorizing every scrunch or twitch that spread over your face as his fingers slid in and out. His thumb slid up, finding your puffy clit with ease and rubbing teasing of circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your legs tried to close around him, trying your hardest in your now rousing state of sleep to get the heat to resolve within your loins. Wanderer only increased his motions, biting his lip as a blush spread from the tips of his ears to his cheeks.
His head craned to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gingerly before swirling his tongue around the bud. At this point your body was coated in a thin layer of sweat. The way his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, the way his mouth seemed to slobber over your tits, and the sinfully wet noises that only aroused the puppet further. It all felt so good. He soon grew irritant of the strain against his length, his entire body pulling away from you, leaving you whining and squirming beneath him.
“You asked for this, slut. Laying so pretty here on my bed. You’re just begging to have me fuck you dumb.” Wanderer growled out gruffly, his hands undoing his shorts hastily. His kimono top slid off his shoulders and loosely around his forearms, the divine outlines of his inorganic body beginning to glow as his emotions began to consume him. A shaky groan left his mouth, his shoulders slumping as his hard cock was freed. The tip twitched lewdly, an oozy pearl of pre-cum globing at the angry tip. “F-Fuck…”
His slender fingers gripped his firm shaft, positioning himself between your legs. The tip smeared over your folds, soaking his tip in your slick. The small bead of pre-cum stuck to your folds, sharp indigo eyes narrowing in bliss at the lewd display. Wanderer grit his teeth, hips bucking shallowly against your cunt to feel more friction. He checked once more to ensure you were still asleep before biting his lip. Pressure was applied to your twitching hole, and with one languid buck of his hips, the tip was now inside.
Your back arched against Wanderer, moaning softly feeling the tip of his generous length fulfilling the ache to have something inside. Your lover held your hips firmly, watching with a flushed face and glowing outlines how his tip appeared and disappeared inside of you so lewdly. Each slow thrust grew deeper and deeper, your fluids coating his cock in slippery ecstasy. He just couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way your pussy took him so well. His once shallow and slow thrusts began to pick up, careful not to smack his thighs against yours in a pleasured frenzy.
“W… Wan… derer~ ahh, hah…~” You let out a small whimper, your legs beginning to shake beside him. The feeling of being so full was beginning to surface. The pleasure he gave you was like no other. Even in sleep, you knew his body like the back of your hand. You knew his touch, his moans, and his delicious length. Your head turned to the side, whining softly as his pace increased, his pelvis starting to firmly press against yours each time he thrust back inside. Your eyes fluttered slightly, unable to comprehend what was going on until you looked up to see your lover towering over you. “E-Eh?! Wanderer?! H-Hey what’re you- Ahn!”
“Finally awake?” Wanderer growled above you, his face illuminated by the glowing markings over his inorganic body. His body arched over you, smacking his hand beside your head as he slammed his hips against yours in a harsh delicious thrust. Your head threw back into the pillows, crying out his name as electrifying bolts of ecstasy and lust flooded your nerves. “Yeah? F-Fucking like when I fuck you like this? Hah, you dirty little b-bitch! Ngh!”
“M-Mhm! Ahh~” Your vision turned white for a brief moment, seeing sparkling stars as his sticky cock smushed against your sweet spot. He could tell it too, the way you squeezed him so good. His elbow dropped beside you, his face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath. His other hand wrapped around your back, holding you tightly against his body as his pounded his cock into the deepest crevices of your fluttering cunt. Your velvety walls squeezing him so good, the brush of his tip against your sweet spot, the ridges of every vein in his cock throbbing against your shaky walls. It was all too much. “Wanderer! O-Oh fuck! I-I can’t-!”
“Shut your, mmm, pretty mouth a-and take what I give you. U-Ungrateful whore! S-Shit…!” His soft indigo hair tickled your forehead when his lips collided with yours in a sloppy kiss. Teeth clinking lightly, tongues aggressively swirling together as you both fought for dominance over the other. He pulled you back against him, his pelvis smushing against your clit with every lewd buck of his hips. The bed creaked wildly under your shifting weight. Loud and heavy pants littered with desperate moans and shaky grunts filled the air. Your hands roamed his back, clinging onto his body shirt and pulling at the fabric as your climax began to approach. The twitching of his cock and faltering pace told you he was close too. “C-C’mon slut… f-fucking cum for me! Cum a-all fucking over my cock! Agh…!”
“W-Wanderer! W-Wanderer… Wander- Mm! Ahhh!” He stilled above you, hips stuttering as ribbons of his gooey seed filled you up. Every twitch of his cock against your walls with his tip bullied against your sweet spot had you reeling. Your body convulsed under him, gasping for air as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. You gushed over him, your slick fluids sticking around the base of his length. He pulled out slowly, only to push back in firmly, flooding your pussy until his cum began to slip out. “Mm! S-So sensitive! Wait!”
Wanderer whimpered softly, pulling his body up and away from you slowly, keeping his creamy cock enclosed by your warm inviting walls. The glow of his body slowly flickered out, his breathing returning to normal after a few more seconds of heavy breaths. He pulled himself out of you, watching with keen eyes the way your hole twitched and shuttered at the empty feeling left. Dribbles of cum oozed from your pussy, causing redness to blossom on his face once more at the lewd display. “Tsk… sorry.” You laid tiredly against the bed, your own breathing slowly coming back as your heart slowed down from its once racing pace.
“N-No need. It’s okay.” You opened your arms weakly to him, a small smile stretching across your face. Wanderer only looked at you and turned his head away, hiding his embarrassed face. All but the tips of his flushed ears. “You started this.” His voice was quiet and accusatory. Not wanting to admit to himself that he was swayed so easily by your body. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand gently. “I liked it. I wouldn’t mind waking up like that all the time… would you… be opposed if I came and lived with you?” His eyes widened, turning to you with a flustered expression. You could only giggle in response, squeezing his hand reassuringly.
“Tsk! Do whatever you want… idiot.”
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Hope you enjoyed! My “short” fics are getting long again, ack! I’ll try to make them shorter so I can update more frequently :( Have a good day! 💙
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kitkat13001 · 3 months ago
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⋆。𖦹°⭒ 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞
>> osamu dazai x reader (ft. a lil bit of past chuuya x reader)
>> comfort, slight angst, brief mentions of blood and wounds (vague, non-graphic), reader is part of the armed detective agency, reader and dazai are best friends, reader has a history w chuuya
>> read pt 2 / chuuya vers. here
it’s been a long time since the two of you left the port mafia, but sometimes it still haunts you…
full disclaimer: i’ve never actually watched more than a few episodes of bsd. so this might not be entirely lore accurate 😭 i wrote this a while back when i was super tired and in my dazai era and had this lil idea about a reader who left port mafia w dazai but broke chuuya’s (and their own) heart in the process :(
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it’s late, dazai knows that much. he should be asleep, but the grip of insomnia is tight tonight. 
the sharp knock on the window snaps him out of his chamomile daze, skin prickling as he stands alert. 
the tension immediately leaves his shoulders as he recognizes the pattern in the knocking, turning the stove off and setting his tea down. 
he’s greeted to the sight of you, sprawled on his fire escape, covered in scratches and bruises, and currently bleeding from a leg wound. 
you peer up at him when he opens the window, breaking into a grin. 
you takes a breath, blowing your hair out of your face. “i’d say sorry for bothering you, but i knew you’d still be up. and you can see how i can’t exactly go to the hospital, and my apartment is another mile away, and…and…”
you trail off, breathing coming heavier. but when your eyes meet, you don’t really need any other words. 
dazai heaves you inside, careful not to jostle your wounded leg. 
the momentum is too much for your exhausted body, however, and you tumble out of his arms and onto the living room floor with a yelp. 
fortunately, you manage to maneuver so you don’t land on your injured leg, but you lay motionless on the floor, panting and staring up at the ceiling. 
you start laughing abruptly before dazai can ask you if you’re okay or rush to your aid. he just stares at you, utterly bewildered. 
here you are, bleeding from the leg, battered and bruised laying on his living room floor, and you’re laughing. 
“and just what is so funny?” he asks incredulously. 
“me coming to you, a suicidal maniac, for refuge. and help.”
the maniacal giggles fade into a soft little smile as you stare up at him. 
“well, this suicidal maniac is also your best friend,” dazai huffs, narrowing his eyes at you as he helps you to your feet. “in case the blood loss is making you delirious.”
“thank you.” the words are sincere as you continue to smile up at him with that dreamy little look.
dazai just clicks his tongue, leaning your weight against him to lead you to the bathroom. you wince every time you put any weight on your bad leg, until dazai just scoops you up into his arms. 
you look up at him with wide, curious eyes. 
“i’m stronger than i look, you know,” he replies coolly, carefully shouldering the bathroom door open and setting you down on the sink counter. 
dazai hands you a towel to stop the bleeding while he rummages around the medicine cabinet for his emergency first aid kit (that you had given him, and hadn’t once been put to use). 
neither of you speak while dazai unwraps your wound, examining it silently. it’s a flesh wound, the bullet only have grazed the side of your thigh rather than becoming lodged inside. it’s wide but not deep, no stitches necessary. unfortunately, it would need an alcohol cleaning to prevent infection. 
you flinch when he touches the alcohol soaked cotton pad to your wound, clenching your teeth and fists. 
dazai is quick and careful, trying to minimize the time he puts you in pain. 
he may be careless with his own life, but his hands were never steadier than when he was taking care of you. 
the tension slowly leaves your body as dazai finishes the cleaning, instead moving to secure and bandage the wound. 
when he finally speaks, his voice is quiet and serious, so unlike his usual tone. 
“who did this?” 
your response is little more than a whisper. “port mafia.”
“so it was…?”
you nod, resting your head against the tiled wall to avoid dazai’s eyes. “it was him.”
“he shot you?”
“he shot at me,” you reply quietly. “i don’t think he was expecting to have hit me. he wouldn’t have, if i hadn’t been so shocked.”
anger boils inside dazai at the thought. he lets out a long exhale, fingers gentle as he finishes wrapping your wound. he taps your thigh gently to signal that he’s done as he straightens up, joints popping in his back from being hunched over. 
“good as new,” he jokes, but there’s still tension in his voice and in his eyes. 
“yeah,” you breathe. “thanks.”
you move to stand up, but the cramped bathroom doesn’t allow much space to do so. in your haste, you accidentally put your weight on your bad leg, flinching and falling forward. 
unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), given your proximity, you stumble into dazai’s chest. immediately, his arms wrap around you and you’re left staring at each other, hardly an inch apart. 
you can feel his breath across your face, dazai can hear your heart beating rapidly. 
in the dim light, both of your eyes flutter shut and your lips meet like magnets. 
it’s not the first time you’ve ever kissed. not even the second, or the third. drunk kisses, kisses on a dare, kisses for comfort or simply because you were bored or even just to see what it felt like. there was never any point in defining your relationship, not with your occupation and emotional state and dazai’s knowledge of your feelings for chuuya. 
but there’s some forbidden comfort in the softness of your lips, in the warmth of your arms around his neck and your fingers in his hair. in the fleeting touches of his hands along your waist and the synchronized shallow intakes of breath and the rapid thudding of his heart. 
this is the kind of comfort he cannot find anywhere else. nobody understands him like you do, nobody knows what he’s been through the way that you do. you were there, suffering with him. suffering in unison, your hearts constantly breaking in tandem, over and over and over. 
it feels like both an eternity and only a few fleeting seconds before you break apart. 
dazai opens his eyes first, looking down at you slumped against his chest. your grip on his biceps is tight, his arms the only thing keeping you standing. he smiles softly, some sadness behind it, as he readjusts his grip to hold you more comfortably. 
“you’re tired,” he murmurs, cheek squished against the top of your head. “you should rest.” 
“mm.”
“come on now,” dazai hums, lifting your body into his arms. “you can take the bed.”
he sets you down gently, lifting the covers as you settle in, burying your face into the pillow. 
your eyes open momentarily, glancing up at him. “what about you? where will you sleep?”
“as it happens, i’m not very tired. but if i end up needing to rest, i’ll take the couch.”
you frown. “don’t.”
“relax, my dear, it’s nothing i haven’t done before.”
with that and a final adjustment of the blankets over your body, dazai turns to leave. 
he’s stopped in his tracks by your hand around his wrist. he turns, looking down at you. you're staring back with soft eyes, clouded by exhaustion but still shining with some sort of affection. 
“stay.”
your voice is soft, almost pleading. your doe eyes are entrancing, drawing him in. dazai has never been able to say no to you, and tonight is no exception. 
so he sighs a little, donning a defeated smile, and he takes a seat beside you, leaning back against the headboard. 
your hand has drifted from his wrist to his palm, tracing patterns on his skin in slow, hypnotic motions. 
you nuzzle back into the pillow, hand now still but warm in his own. 
minutes go by and dazai is sure you’re asleep until your soft voice reaches his ears. 
“i dream of him sometimes.” 
dazai looks over, but with you facing away, he can’t see your expression in the dim light. 
“chuuya,” you clarify quietly. like dazai didn’t know who you was talking about. 
the sheets rustle as you turn over, hand still clutching his like a lifeline. your soft eyes are shiny with unspilled tears when you look at him. 
“do you ever…” you trails off, sighing quietly. “sometimes, i feel like i left a part of my heart with him. it hasn’t felt full since we left.”
dazai feels his heart shatter with every word. he’s familiar to the feeling you’re describing, maybe a little more than he’d care to admit. but everyone makes choices, and this was yours. 
“i miss him,” you murmur, holding his arm to your chest like a child with a teddy bear. 
“i know,” is all he can manage in reply. 
i wish i could be enough is what he’s thinking. that his presence would let you sleep easy, even knowing chuuya was out there somewhere, holding a piece of your fragile heart. 
he brushes away the tear that slips down your cheek with a gentle fingertip. your skin is soft as ever, warm beneath his touch. 
dazai hums softly, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “go to sleep, love. i’ll be right here when you wake up.”
fighting the immense exhaustion, just for a second, you manage to open one eye. 
“promise?”
you stretch your pinky out, eyes fluttering, and dazai takes it in his own. 
“i promise.”
with that solemn oath, your eyes flutter shut and only seconds go by before dazai hears your soft snoring and slow breathing. 
“sweet dreams,” he murmurs, stroking your hair and knowing you can’t hear him.
dream of me, he pleads in his mind, dream of me tonight and not of him. 
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Y/N...
I'm thinking of you laying there on the kingsize bed of a dimly lit room, in your flirty little plaid skirt just waiting for someone to take you.
I start slowly getting closer to you starring you down, letting you know just how bad I want you. Can you feel the intensity of my gaze?You start to feel the tension in the room escalating and I can hear your breathing pattern changing. I’m now just next to you, I start softly running my hand up the inside of your leg, inner thigh, so soft, all the way to your stomach. Your cute little stomach.
I pause, take a glimpse at you, I want to see how you’re reacting to my tender touch. We briefly lock eyes and that’s my signal, your insistant lustful gaze has betrayed you. You haven’t uttered a single word but your body has now made it clear, you’re enjoying this moment and you sure as hell don’t want this to stop.
So I pick up where I left at, I start to run my hand on your body once more reaching for your hips, I lean my head closer to yours, gaze at your face for awhile. I slowly run my other hand trough your silk hair, down your neck and shoulder. Your skin feels so soft.
I decide to play with the strap of your lace bra for a while, trying to figure out if I should take it off just now, as I push your strap to the side of your shoulder. And in that moment, as I begin to undress you, you start to feel particularly vulnerable, the intimacy of the moment is very shooting, isn’t it?
As I make my way up your upper back with my hand, you start to blush, your cheeks are turning red and you are submerged by a wave of burning desire, and you probably haven’t even noticed but your hips instinctively moved closer to me, y/n.
I have you stand up for me as I begin to wonder just how to dispose of you.
Should I start by making my way up, slowly grazing the exterior of your thighs with the back of my hand ?
Or perhaps I should start by standing firmly in front of you, pinning you up against the wall, staring you right in the eyes.
Yeah.. I like the sound of that.
So I get real close to you, you start to take a step back. I keep trying to get closer and you match my pace, for every step forward I take, you take one backwards. Our eyes are locked and you start to grin because you know what’s coming next, it’s almost like we’re dancing really.
But now I have you cornered, your back’s against the hard wall. So I lean in real close to you, guide your arms above your head, let out a couple of warm heavy breathes onto your neck. Do you feel the goosebumps?
You have me seduced, I can barely contain myself. Having you there hands up against the wall, it’s a bliss but you realize there's no going back. It's just you and me baby girl, in that moment you become entirely mine.
I have you spread your legs open for me, just a little bit.
I’m taking my time with you, contemplating that beautiful body of yours.
You're eye candy to me, and I'd make sure you know that by the way I looked at you. Let you know how every single one of your curves draws me just a little bit closer to the edge.
Y/N...
I’m thinking about just how hard it is for me to contain myself, but you're worth it, I want to take all the time in the world for you.
I take your cheek in the palm of my hand and slowly move my lips closer to yours, only to deny you of that kiss at the last moment and get close to your ear.
Whisper something along the lines of:
"you know.. I'm really enjoying this. Knowing that you're mine to take. Having your body under my control, all of you, at the mercy of my touch. Yeah that's right, I want you to surrender your body to me, surrender to my touch, precious."
Of course I'd have started to run my fingers around the string of your panties, playing around with them, teasing you.
Y/N...
Should I push them aside and reach for the promised land like your body is begging me to do ? Or should I continue to tease you and just pull your panties upward just a bit, have them spread your lips open for me..?
Y/N...
What do you want me to do?
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The Babysitter (37)
Meet Me In My Office
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MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+
Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?
A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.
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Chapter 37- W/c 4.7k This chapter is entirely 18+ Smut
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Meet Me In My Office
A/N- Updates from now will be really slow regarding this fic as I was posting all the chapters from my AO3/Wattpad onto here and we have reached the final one prewritten. I am a college student with a busy life so apologies for the delays in writing. Enjoy the smut :)
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As soon as the door was quietly and carefully shut behind you, Wanda's body was pressed up against yours, her hands cupping your jaw, tilting your head up to meet her lips in a sensual kiss. You softly moaned into the kiss, the two of you smiling into it as her thumbs stroked your cheeks, her mouth moving against yours languidly as you leaned into her body, revelling in the feeling of her body so close to yours. Your hands glided down her body, resting on her hips, fingering sliding through the belt loops of her jeans to tug her closer to you, a smile playing on your lips as she pulls back, eyes darkening as she lets her gaze scan across your features.
It had been a tiring and eventful week with the twins now home constantly, yourself and Wanda juggling work and caring for the boys which proved harder than the two of you predicted, leaving you to both trudge into bed with nothing more than an innocent goodnight kiss. Now however, you longed to feel her touch, to be driven mad by her and it was becoming abundantly clear that she felt the same way about you.
The kiss that was slow and intimate swiftly built as desire and arousal pooled between your thighs, Wanda's fingers threading through your hair, tugging your head where she wanted as her leg slotted between your thighs, pressing into your core in the most perfect way. A groan left you when she pulled back from the kiss, your hips subtly grinding against her thigh when her teeth bit down on your lower lip gently and dragged it back, eventually releasing it and peering into your eyes with the most seductive look, the green in her eyes replaced with pure hunger.
"Detka," she sighs out sultrily at the shell of your ear, kissing along your jaw to murmur into your ear as she knew how wet her voice made you. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she groans lowly, accent wrapping around her words sinfully, your back arching off the wall to press further into her body, hips still slowly grinding against her leg, pleasure building in the pit of your stomach, "I can't get enough of you."
"Fuck Wanda," is all you can managed back in response, the older woman letting her kisses travel down the side of your neck, sucking faintly to leave a brief red mark before licking up a stripe against the column of your throat, smirking when she could feel the vibrations of your groan. "I need you," you practically whimper, not caring how pathetic you must sound, eyes begging her to do something, anything to you as her lips meet yours again, tongue effortlessly sliding into your mouth and swallowing your desperate sounds.
Her hands glide down your body as her tongue moves against yours, the kiss becoming lewd and messy as you mirrored her earlier actions, threading your fingers through her silky locks, keeping her close. You moaned into her mouth in surprise when her hands reached the back of your thighs, lifting you up and walking towards the bed as your legs wrapped instinctively around her waist, both of you smirking into the kiss. Gently, she lowered you onto the soft mattress, your hair sprawling behind you against the sheets as her body towered over you, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips as she lowered her mouth to ghost yours.
"Tell me what you want, Moya Lyubov," she husks out against your lips, nose brushing yours as she teasingly makes you try to chase her lips, smile turning dominant as she watches you part your lips, head tilting to try and catch her lips, eyes hazy with lust.
"You, just you," you sigh back, her leg returning to the spot between your thighs, firmly pressed against your core earning a moan in response, her eyes somehow darkening even more.
At your words, her mouth meets yours once more but this time it's different. It's hot, desperate and passionate but also loving and intimate, her conveying her love for you into it as she pours everything into the kiss, both of you moaning at the intensity of it. Your hands fist into the hem of her shirt, desperately holding her close as you get lost in the sensations of her addictive lips, touch, sounds. Fuck, she was just intoxicating.
Her fingers move to rest on the underside of your jaw, angling your head up for kiss after kiss as you gasp into each other's mouths, lips relentless as they refuse to part, your hips now comfortably grinding unabashedly against her knee, pleasure coursing through your mind.
"That's it Detka," she praises in a pant against you, eyes closed as she moves her kisses to your jaw, nibbling softly against the skin, sending a shiver down your spine as arousal continues to pool between your legs, panties well and truly soaked. "Use my thigh, that's a good girl," her tone a sinful murmur at your ear once more, a pathetic whimper escaping you.
"Wanda- Fuck," you moan out, hiding your face at the crook of her neck, lips attached to any bit of skin you can reach, mouth parting when she pushes her knee firmer against you for you to grind along, a string of desperate moans leaving you. You can hear her soft sighs and low moans as her body moves against yours, your hips frantically moving against her leg as you can feel the pleasure bubbling inside you, your orgasm swiftly approaching at her actions.
When a choked moan escapes you, clit brushing against her perfectly, Wanda moves her hand to your throat, guiding you away from her neck and forcing you to look into her eyes, submission evident in yours as hers radiate pure dominance. Your eyes flutter shut when another wave of pleasure washes through you, body teetering on the edge of your orgasm as her fingers remain applying a slight pressure to your throat, the older woman unable to stop thinking about how you were such a pretty mess for her.
"Please," you whine out, hands moving to her back, nails digging in through her shirt as you hold onto her as if your life depended on it, mouth crashing back to hers to try and muffle your moans as your hips start to lose their rhythm, moving uncontrollably against her.
"Please what?" she teases, knowing exactly what you want her to say.
"Wanda," you groan, fluttering your eyes open and pleading with her to just give you what you want.
"I want you to say it," she rasps out, moving one of her hands down your body to your hips, guiding you along her thigh, another moan being torn from the back of your throat.
"Please can I come?" you whimper, head lolling back against the mattress as you wait for her permission to come, wanting to be good for her. You always wanted to be her good girl.
"Come for me Detka," she whispers, mouth instantly claiming yours to muffle the guttural noise that leaves you, body crashing into a euphoric state as pleasure courses through you, hands clutching at her as your hips continue to rock against her. Wanda eagerly swallows up all the sinful sounds that leave you, her lips moving to your jaw as you struggle to kiss her back, lost for breath as your eyes flutter shut, body riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Her hand moves from your hips to your hair, brushing the stray strands out of the way as your eyes slowly flutter open, her kisses travelling across your face as you smile against her into the next kiss, this once slower as you gradually recover.
"Good girl," she praises once again, smirking at the way your cheeks instantly turn red, an embarrassed noise leaving you, her slowly pushing her body up slightly, moving to straddle your waist, the sight of her on top of you, breasts in your face, swiftly causing the embarrassment to fade away, arousal consuming your body once more.
"So pretty," you mumble, kissing her collar bones as you sit up, fingers moving to the hem of her shirt, pulling on it impatiently as she smirks at your eagerness. Her fingers replace yours, hands tugging off the clothing item, leaving you to be amazed at the sheer beauty of her, the word Aphrodite floating around in your mind. Your hands move to the soft skin at the curve of her hips, still unable to comprehend how beautiful she was as your lips pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses to the top of her breasts, eyes peering up at her.
"You look so fucking hot under me, Detka," she purrs out, fingers threading through your hair and pulling your head back, your fingers inching their way up her back to the clasp of her bra, deftly unclasping it and pulling the red fabric off her. Wanda keeps her eyes on you as your gaze flickers to her exposed chest, an enamoured and lustful expression taking over your face as your hand moves to cup one of her breasts softly, mouth descending on the other.
A soft, sensual sigh escapes her at the feeling of your tongue swirling over her nipple, hand gently squeezing her other breast, warm and wet mouth having pleasure spiking through her body. You groan around her chest when her hips grind against your lap, her hands gliding across your shoulders, nails scratching down your back making you delirious with arousal.
"Fuck," she groans out sultrily, hand shooting up to the back of your head, keeping your mouth at her chest, "Do that again Detka- shit, just like that, right there," she moans, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh before sucking on it, eyes looking up to watch her reactions.
After switching to the other breast and lavishing it in an equal amount of attention, Wanda tugs your head away from her chest, having had enough of the teasing as she needed to feel your bare skin against hers.
"Off. Now," she mutters against your lips, hands at the clothes you were wearing, her gracefully sliding off your lap to remove her own clothes, not having the patience to undress each other.
Almost immediately, her body is back on top of you, soft skin pressed deliciously against yours, your hands drifting down to her core, eager to please her. Just as your finger was about to slide through her dripping folds, her hand catches yours, fingers interlocking with yours, other hand copying the action with your other hand.
"Lay back for me," she whispers, smirk playing on her lips as she pins your hands above your head, her core resting above yours as you moan when you realise what she's about to do. "Spread your legs a little wider, Detka," she instructs, pressing her core against yours, both of you letting out a lewd noise at the warmth building in your cores.
"Wanda, you feel so good," you moan out, her body lowering, back arching her body into yours as her hips grind against yours, your hand squeezing hers. Her body rocks against yours, dragging all sorts of sinful sounds out of you as well as her, the feeling of your soaking cunt against hers driving the older woman crazy with desire, body chasing her orgasm. "Harder," you whimper out, the tone of your voice making a guttural groan leave Wanda, her lips crashing to yours to muffle the wanton noise that escaped her.
One of her hands releases yours to clutch the sheet near your head, bracing her body up as both of your hips start to stutter, the pleasure too much for the two of you to handle.
"Are you going to come for me again, Detka?" she pants out, tone teasing as she curses in Sokovian under her breath, lips lingering against your cheek as her hips press down harder against you, a whine leaving you. When all you can do in response is whimper, Wanda takes mercy on you, kissing you once more before resting her forehead against yours, "Yeah? Come with me, Moya Lyubov."
Pleasure crashed over the both of you at her words, your bodies grinding and rocking together as your orgasms wracked through you, moans spilling from your lips at the ecstasy you felt. Your fingers tightened against hers, wanting her close as she rests her bodyweight against you, catching her breath as your lips weakly meet her shoulder, exhaustion creeping up on you.
"Stay with me," Wanda whispers in a small chuckle, her fingers brushing over your cheeks as your eyes flutter open, meeting her softened green. "We need to clean up Detka, then we can sleep, I promise," she murmurs ever so softly, encouraging you to let her guide you into the bathroom to quickly clean yourselves up, her hands roaming your naked body innocently, simply giving you the touch you craved and giving into her want to touch you.
"I love you," you mumble against her shoulder as you lean against her, her arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into bed with her, neither of you bothered about pyjamas as you snuggle together. The feeling of her breasts pressing into you makes a small, drowsy smile to play on your lips, the older woman noticing the action as her fingers scratch your scalp softly, your head remaining at her shoulder as your arms wrap around her, fingers sliding up and down her back.
"I love you too," she whispers to your sleeping form as your body is lulled to sleep by her tender actions.
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A soft chuckle woke you up, the feeling of your pillow beneath you moving gently causing your eyes to reluctantly flutter open, searching for the culprit who woke you up. You expect to see humoured green in front of you but are pleasantly surprised at the sight of Wanda's bare breasts, the annoyed expression fading into a shy smile, face nuzzling back against her chest as it was just so comfortable.
"I have to go to work soon Detka, I'm sorry but you have to move," she murmurs, placing a kiss to the top of your head as you grumble in defiance.
"Just take the day off," you mumble, earning an angelic laugh in response, her body shaking once again under you softly.
"I can't Detka," she apologetically whispers, fingers soothingly scratching your scalp naturally. "But how about this," she says, piquing your interest as you marginally pull away from her chest, looking up at her with tired eyes, "You let me go to work, dressed," her words playful earning a smile from you, "And when the twins go to Pietro's at two, you can meet me in my office," you watch how her eyes sparkle with an indecipherable emotion, your mind curious as to what she had planned. "Oh, and wear that small,black skirt of yours, it will make things a lot easier for me," her tone drops an octave at the end of her words, a small groan leaving you at her suggestive words.
Only seven hours till two...
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Walking into the tower, you were amazed as always at the stunning architecture of the building Wanda worked in, gaze glued on the fancy interior of the elevator, watching as the floor numbers ticked by. Impatiently, you waited for it to finally reach Wanda's floor, excited and curious as to what she had planned out, her getting dressed in private this morning, something unusual. She loved to tease you in innocent ways like that, having you watch as she slowly pulled on her underwear or bra, eyes always trained on you with a teasing comment on the tip of her tongue, your mind curious as to why she didn't today.
Knocking on her door, you were soon met with a professional 'come in' from the other side of it, your hand eagerly opening the door. Your gaze landed on the figure sat behind the desk, eyes flickering away from her computer to look at you, smile widening as she slowly pushed herself off her chair, hips swaying as she sauntered over to you.
"Hey Detka," she whispers, pecking your lips before locking the door behind you, hands moving to your waist and carefully guiding you backwards towards her desk, your body eventually being pinned between her and the hard surface.
"Hi love," you murmur back in an equally affectionate tone, tilting your head up to steal another tender kiss.
Her eyes slowly take in your outfit, darkening significantly at the skirt you were wearing, gaze lingering on the teasing skin of your exposed thighs, her head snapping back up to meet your curious and excited gaze. Subconsciously, your tongue ran across your bottom lip, wetting it as you waited for her to make the first move, knowing roughly where this was going.
"Before we do anything Detka," she says, her hands resting on the desk beside your body, her taller stature towering over you, "I need to know if you're going to be quiet or if I'm going to have to gag you with something." Her words directly hit your core, cheeks flushing a deep red as her index finger rests under your chin, guiding your head back up to look at her as you momentarily avoided her gaze. "What's it going to be?"
"The gag... I think," you sigh out, hands holding onto her waist, her smirk almost predatory at your response.
"Remember your non-verbal safeword?" she mumbles into a kiss, wanting to feel your lips before she covers your mouth up, not wanting the whole office to hear you screaming her name.
"Tap your arm or thigh three times to stop," you whisper back, indulging in the messy kiss as her body presses into yours, an abrupt moan escaping you at the hard bulge you felt. "Is that..." Your words trail off as Wanda's hands lift you up onto her desk, lifting your skirt up to expose your panties, a visible wet patch already adorning the lace.
She hums in confirmation as her hand reaches over to the drawer of her desk, pulling out an old silk tie and showing it to you, watching your reaction closely as her hips slowly push up into yours, grinding the strap on hidden by her trousers against where you desperately needed her. When you nod, after another kiss of course, she ties it around your mouth and the back of your head, the fabric muffling your words as you test it's ability, the older woman satisfied with it.
"As much as I love your pretty moans Detka, I hope you understand why I'm doing this," she asks, fingers tracing the fabric around your mouth, lips briefly pressing against your temple. "I don't want my co-workers to know how much of a little slut you are for me," her words have you groaning around the tie, eyes fluttering shut as her hands glide down your body, fingers at your inner thighs, the back of them brushing your dripping core. Your reaction spurs Wanda on, her finger sliding your underwear to the side before gathering your arousal, slowly circling your clit to work you up even more.
"You love this, don't you?" she whispers at the shell of your ear, accent prominent as her thumb moves to circle your clit, letting her finger thrust into you, stretching you out and ensuring you were wet enough for the larger toy. "Being under my control, my beautiful girl to ruin," you moan around the black fabric, the noise dampened making Wanda smirk as she curls her finger inside you, warmth pooling in your core.
You muffle a plea around the gag, eyes staring into hers desperately as your hands clutch at her blouse, trying to pull her body closer. She gives in, not knowing how much time she'd have with you, and swiftly pulls the toy out of the restraining clothes, your eyes darkening as she positions it at your entrance, eyes searching yours for any hesitancy. When it's clear that there's none, she slides the toy into you slowly, revelling in the muffled sound of pleasure that escapes you, her hands going to your hips, holding you in place while your hands glide over her shoulders and settle on her back.
The slow pace quickly vanishes, her hips thrusting into you powerfully as she pounds the toy into you, the filthy sounds of your muffled moans, Wanda's sighs and the toy sliding in and out of you filling the room, adding to your arousal at how fucking hot this was. God, you had dreamed about being fucked on her desk but never thought it would happen especially like this. This was dirtier, hotter, more primal than you imagined as she fucked you like it was the last time. 
Her hips were relentless as she took you on her desk in an animalistic manner, mouth at your neck, sucking a mark she knows will taint your skin, the thought of everyone knowing you were hers thrilling.
Your nails dig into her back when she angles her hips differently, the strap on hitting your sweet spot with every addictive thrust, Wanda's mouth moving to your ear, letting you hear her laboured breaths and seductive sighs. Her teeth nibble on your ear lobe, earning a groan that turns into a choked moan when one of her hands tighten their grip on your hips, the other moving to circle your clit, hips bucking as she continues to mercilessly fuck you.
"You can take it," she rasps out at your ear at a whimper that leaves you, your orgasm swiftly building at her actions, your mind completely fogged with arousal, body burning with every single one of her touches, arousal coating the toy causing it to make a filthy sound with every snap of her hips. "You're doing so well for me," she praises, biting down on your neck as her kisses descended, your nails digging in harder as your body teeters on the edge of your first orgasm, Wanda knowing the signs of your body as your legs moving to wrap around her waist, trying to pull her closer and deeper.
"Please," you muffle around the tie, her lips parting from the newly formed mark on your neck to meet your desperate gaze, her hand moving from your hips to your neck, applying a firm amount of pressure as your eyes practically roll back.
"Come all over my cock, Detka," she purrs out, knowing what your needy gaze was asking her for, a loud muffled moan reverberating around the room as your head moves to the crook of her neck, body tensing and walls clenching around the toy, pleasure crashing through you as you come on her desk, hands clutching at her for support as wave after wave of euphoria floods through you.
"We're not finished yet," she murmurs into your ear, a low groan leaving you as the toy slips out of you, Wanda moving back to help you off the desk, roughly turning you around and bending you over the desk, a guttural noise escaping you.
Your mind can't comprehend the pure desire you feel, skin on fire as she slides your panties down your legs, lifting your skirt once more and positioning herself at your entrance once again. With one thrust, she's back deep inside you, your hands reaching for the end of her desk for support, one of her hands moving to your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and pulling gently, tugging your head back.
"Fuck," she groans at the sight of you, her core throbbing at what she was doing to you, her eyes trained on how the toy slid in and out of you, her free hand lightly spanking your ass, earning a small groan. "You're mine, aren't you," she pants out, pulling your body up, her chest pressed into your back, lips at your neck, your hands bracing your body upright on the table.
You nod your head at her words, mind spinning as pleasure overrides all your senses, head lolling back against her as your eyes convey your deliriously lustful state, eyes practically black with desire.
"All mine," she murmurs, the base of the toy brushing her clit perfectly with the new position, a low curse leaving her lips and fuck you think that's the hottest thing you've ever heard. Her hand returns to your throat, indulging in both of your fantasies as she applies a little more pressure, a deep groan leaving you as your hips push back against her, your second orgasm about to flood through you.
The feeling of her spanking you once more sends you over the edge unexpectedly, body tensing in her arms as she holds you upright, pressing you further into the desk as you rock against the toy buried deep inside you, a string of muffled moans filling the room. Your orgasm is prolonged by Wanda grinding the toy into you, the base of it rubbing against her clit as she chases her own orgasm, following swiftly after you as her hips soon start to slow.
The two of you remain in that position, leaning into each other and catching your breath as you recover from your powerful orgasms, Wanda gently turning you in her arms and untying your gag, lips instantly claiming yours for a soft, loving kiss.
"You ok Dorogaya?" she whispers, eyes searching yours making your chest fill with love. You adored how she could go from being so rough and dominant to so soft and caring, always making sure you were alright.
"I don't think I can walk," you reply honestly, earning a small chuckle from her, her lips pressing against your temple as she pulls out, helping you support yourself against her desk as she quickly discards the harness and toy in her ensuite to clean and move later before returning to you.
"That good, huh?" she teases, wrapping her arms around you and helping you to the sofa at the side of her large office, sitting with you as she fixes your hair, your body leaning against her side.
"Always that good," you sigh back, unable to comprehend the sheer ecstasy the older woman makes you feel, her arms a place of security as you relax against her.
"How about, after I've checked my emails one last time, we head home and have a nice relaxing bath to recover before the boys get home?" she muses, knowing that you were going to be tired after last night and today, her fingers tracing random patterns at your side, lips meeting your hair, lingering as she waits for an answer.
"That sounds perfect on one condition," you say, turning your head to meet her curious green, her entertaining you and raising one of her brows.
"I get to choose the bath bomb this time," you mutter, her chuckling at your answer, nodding inevitably to your command, always wanting to give you everything and more.
"Of course Detka, you can choose the bath bomb," she replies with a hint of teasing to her tone, not that you minded. "I love you," she whispers before getting up, fixing her outfit and quickly going to her desk as you do the same, waiting for her to finish.
"I love you too," you murmur, her arms soon wrapping around yours, ready to take you home. 
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howi99 · 7 days ago
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Project ARC remake 19
Jaune: *looking at himself in a mirror* So... I'm an android? *Touching himself in the face* Weird, I don't really FEEL different.
Glynda: *preparing tea for the both of them* Well, they recreated your entire nervous system. You have organs, although they are more so for comfort than use. Even your brain is mechanical.
Jaune: So... No human part?
Glynda: *stopping for a second before sighing* Your soul is human. That's what matters, yes?
Jaune: ... *Shrug* I guess you're right. *Looking at his "muscle" i'd hope to be ripped, but i guess it was too much to ask?
Glynda: *chuckle* Your body can become "stronger" with training. *Bringing the tea* It's a "feature", a limiter that you can remove slowly by exercising.
Jaune: *taking the cup of tea* Thanks. *Drinking a bit then posing it delicately on the table* But why a limiter?
Glynda: *smiling* If you could use your full strength without learning how to control it, you'd destroy everything. *Chuckle* You'd be worse than me when i discovered my semblance!
Jaune: *Laughing* Oh yeah, i remember that! Your semblance threw the tv remote at Ozpin because he was nagging you! We thought ghosts were real for a week after that!
Glynda: *giggling* Yeah, that was so funny!
Jaune: *Laughing, then the headache begins again* Outch!
Glynda: *worried* Are you ok?
Jaune: *strained smile* Y-yeah, just the same headache as when i was in the hospital. *Drinking more tea, his pain going numb* It's weird too, because every time I get them, it feels like someone is planting nails in my head.
Glynda: *dropping her cup of tea on the ground* W-what...?
Jaune: *sigh, cleaning the mess* Big sis, you should really be more careful. Now the carpet is soaked...
Glynda: *Trying to stay calm* Jaune, when you feel your headache, w-where does it hurt?
Jaune: *perplexe* Well... My left eye, my hears and the back of my- BIG SIS!?
Glynda: *looking awful*
Jaune: *Panicking* I'll call Ozpin! *Gets up* J-just wait here and-
Glynda: *hugging him as if he was going to disappear, her tears flowing through her closed eyes*
Jaune: ... Sis?
Glynda: *crying* I *sniff* i just wanted to be with my friend as soon as possible! *Sniff* I-i should have been with you! I should have waited for Ozpin to arrive, i should-
Jaune: *hugging back his big sister* Shhhh, it's okay... I'm here big sis, i'm not going anywhere.
Glynda: *continues to cry for a good part of the night*
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20 yo Glynda: *opening the door to her apartment* Jaune, i'm back from my mission!
No answer
Glynda: *frown* Jaune? That's not nice to ignore your sister!
She hears something falling to the ground, in the direction of his room
Glynda: *sigh, going to the direction of his room* If you are angry that i left without saying bye, i- *step in something warm and viscous, the smell of iron strong in the air* What the- *looking at the ground, see the red puddle on the ground* !
She opened the door...
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utahimeow · 1 year ago
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i think wrio has a cryo vision (? I've never played lmao) and im just imagining temperature play w him ..
cw — nsfw content. minors dni. temperature play, fingering, handcuffs, nickname ‘princess’
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there’s mischief swimming in wriothesley’s crystal eyes.
it’s contagious—you can’t help the giddiness that flutters in your stomach as he locks your wrists behind your back with his handcuffs. perhaps it’s nerves.
“i’m gonna try something,” he says, voice gravelly, as his massive, scarred hands spread your thighs apart. “that okay?”
you swallow hard, but you nod your head. the curiosity eats away at you, a million ideas scattering about in your head. is he gonna blindfold you? plug you up? what if he starts speaking in a weird voice? starts roleplaying?
the pad of his finger on your clit makes you suck in a sharp breath of air. he circles slowly, teases you, until you’re bucking your hips and he’s baring his fangs at you in a mean grin.
he prods at your opening where there’s an embarrassing amount of slick drooling from you already, like you’re begging for him. he slides just the very tip of his ring finger inside, no more, and you squirm, a greedy attempt to swallow more of him.
“wriothesley,” you whine. “thought you said you were gonna try something new.”
he doesn’t say anything, just quirks an eyebrow, and suddenly his finger becomes ice. he presses his entire digit inside you and you’re squealing, a shiver racking your entire body as the cold spreads like fire throughout your entire body. you try to press your thighs together but wriothesley is far stronger, and he keeps them apart.
“f-fuck,” you yelp, eyes rolling into the back of your head when he curls his icy finger upwards, making you jolt.
“how does it feel, princess? tell me.”
“c-cold,” you whimper, to which he chuckles.
he fucks his finger in and out of you slowly, letting his cold skin drag over every inch of your warm, gummy walls. it’s like torture—your stomach coils with pleasure, but you’re squirming away from his icy touch, but you want more, but it’s too cold.
wriothesley slips a second frigid finger inside you, and your moans never stop—they’re so thick and so long and so cold.
“wr-wriothesley, please,” you say, gasping as he thrusts them in and out of you with increasing vigour. “wanna cum.”
“feels that good, huh?” he teases, keeping your legs pried apart with his huge hand, never relenting despite how you rut your hips with every one of his movements.
“y-yes, ugh,” you whine, the handcuffs jingling behind your back as your lover brings you closer and closer to your climax. your essence drips down his wrist and he licks his lips at the sight, growing tight in his own pants from the way you throw your head back and writhe in pleasure.
“cum for me,” he coaxes, angling his wrist so that his fingers can sink even further inside your pussy, can press against your sweet spot even harder, can make your stomach finally erupt with white hot pleasure that has you arching your back and crying out his name with bliss.
later, when he unlocks the cuffs and takes them off your wrists, the first thing you do is smack his bare chest.
“next time, i’m gonna handcuff you and stick a hot iron up your ass. as revenge,” you bark. wriothesley bursts out laughing as he massages your wrists.
“oh yeah? look me in my eyes and tell me you didn’t like it.”
he pauses, eyes locked upon your face. he waits. and waits.
times like this make you wish you were a better liar.
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kenslilove · 2 years ago
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᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Happy Birthday, Shoei
a.n. Yes, I’m obsessed with barou n yes ofc I had tu write him a birthday piece. It’s funny bc I always seem to get bursts of creativity whenever it’s my favs bdays. They just— deserve to be celebrated yknow? Anyway, this is self indulgent, enjoy <3 Reblogs, comments, and feedback are greatly appreciated <3
W. Somnophilia, sloppy head, spit, gagging, female pet names, barou n his big phat cock <33
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Barou was a heavy sleeper. Once he found himself comfortable in clean sheets, feeling you curled up into his side, not much could wake him up from slumber.
This morning was no different; sleep was heavy in his head, yet consciousness was coming to him slowly and groggily. His body seemed to be awake before his brain, because his hips were twitching, muscles in his abdomen and thighs tightening up, flexing under soft sheets.
Your palm was the next thing he felt. He’d recognize your touch anywhere, even in this half-awake state of his. Small and delicate fingers smoothed over his hip bone, traced his adonis belt before travelling down, down…
“Fuck–” The groan bubbled free from this throat, low and raspy and still full of sleep. Your hand had cupped his balls, massaged them and circled them in the base of your palm as if you were luring him from sleep. Now that he was becoming more coherent he could feel your sweet, warm pants against the vein that ran up the underside of his cock, the air conditioning hit his already wet and very swollen cockhead.
“Mornin, King.” You murmur, voice still sounding a bit far away to his ears. Shoei wasn’t sure now if it was because he wasn’t entirely out of dreamland, or because you wrapped your lips around him again, suckling on his tip like a pacifier.
“God fuckin’ damn–” His head tilts back into the plushness of his pillows, black hair fanning out around him as his Adam’s apple bobs with the force of his low, baritone moan. His muscles loosen enough for him to finally lift his head, hair momentarily in his eyes which were still slit with sleep.
He’s met with your beautifully flushed face, plump lips wrapped over his cock, palm fisting at his base to keep his heavy cock upright. Your chin was shiny with spit, knelt between his flexed thighs, ass swaying a bit as you pulled off him with a wet pop.
Shoei could have sworn he saw little hearts in your gaze as you pressed your cheek against his cock, and nuzzled the hard flesh while pumping him slowly.
He had them too, those heart eyes, though he’d never admit it.
“Mornin, Princess.” He sighs, lifting a palm to rake it through your hair. He cups the nape of your neck, thumb rubbing up against the soft spot behind the back of your ear. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling, a little hum leaving your lips as you left open-mouthed, sloppy kisses along his shaft. In each one he felt the warmth of your tongue, felt dribbles of drool pool at his balls, and it only made his cock ache further, twitching and quivering under your touches.
It was times like this Barou did not mind a mess.
“Happy–” You let your tongue run through his slit, refusing to let his bead of pre-cum roll down his length. “Birthday.” You finished softly, batting your lashes at him. “Happy Birthday, Shoei.”
He huffs fondly, palm tightening on your nape only to guide your mouth back to his tip. You open up without any fuss, sinking on his cock until your cheeks feel puffed. Until he sits snuggly in your throat and leaves it bulged out. Until your nose is nestled up in his well-trimmed and manicured pubic hair.
You sputter a bit, gag even and choke just a little. And yet you stay right there, mouth full and eyes watery. He continues rubbing that gentle flesh behind your ear, his elbow now wedged behind him and keeping his upper half upright.
“Thanks, little love.” His voice is still deep, and low, although sleep has fully faded away now. When he feels your fingers start to twitch on his balls his index finger taps at your jaw, your cue that you’re allowed to finally raise your head.
Drool connects your swollen lower lip to his dick in strings, some of them snapping back and sticking to your already messy chin. You suck in a few quick breaths, your sweet little hand massaging your saliva into his shaft and Barou expects to exchange a few words with you before you get back to it. He was ready to tease you about how long you had been sucking him off in his sleep, or if this might have been a birthday present.
But Shoei didn’t get the chance. Your mouth was back on him, lips pushed out on either side of him to suckle his tip comfortably. Your eyes are wide and watery, looking at him all doe-like, soft and gooey. This time, he chuckles, his hand finally moving from your nape to pet at your hair and make your lashes flutter. Your cute whines vibrate all the way through his cock, waves of pleasure making him swallow hard, roll his hips just a bit so his cock could feel every corner and creves of that mouth he loves so much.
“Eager little thing…” He simply murmurs, allowing you to continue to bob your head shallowly, suck and slurp at his dick like it was your favourite thing. “Gunna make me cum for my birthday, are you?”
You nod, because there was no way you were disconnecting from his lenght again. Not when he started leaking more pre against your tongue, and defiently not when you started to feel his balls twitching for release in your hand. Instead, your words are grabbled around his girth, a semblences of words that make Shoei smirk.
“Mhm, first present of the day.” <3
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crymyeyesout1 · 8 months ago
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is this a prank
poly!marauders
Summary: The marauders are all in a poly relationship with each other and Lily when they all individually become interested in a shy Hufflepuff in their year. What about this little Hufflepuff that makes them all feel complete? Will she return their affections?
Warnings: Poly relationship, mentions of smut, lots of fluff, very shy OC, mentions of child abuse, swearing, kind of a soulmate AU but only really for Remus. let me know if there are any more
part 3
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Abigail’s POV
Usually, when I slept I would wake up from one of two things; the first being my uncle yelling or more often than not touching some part of my body, the second being a nightmare of one of the punishments I received by his hand. But when I woke from my nap on the Hogwarts Express to find two hands softly caressing me one hand on my back and the other in my hair. I had first believed that my entire encounter with the self-proclaimed marauders was entirely made up. No one had ever been so kind to me and to feel Sirius’ soft lips against mine couldn’t have been real. But their touch, it was different I didn’t feel so disgusted with myself when they touched me. It was like everything my uncle ever did was forgotten and I was a completely new person. I wanted to go right back to sleep and continue my dream of the Gryffindor lovers but something or someone shifted beneath me.
“Good afternoon doll” A voice called out forcing me to slowly open my eyes and look at who was speaking, when I was met with two gray eyes boring right into mine from mere inches away from my own. Startled I jumped back only to be held down by two large hands, only then did I realize I was sitting on James Potter’s lap, THE James Potter was holding me on his lap. What the actual fuck was going on.
“Baby! Finally, you are awake” James told her excitedly as he held me tighter to him and leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I was completely speechless my cheeks burned and I was sure they were bright red as I tried my best to get up. I didn’t want to be on this man's lap and I was extremely confused as to why his literal boyfriend was sitting next to him completely fine as held some random girl to his lap. I understood that I was Remus Lupin’s mate because he was a werewolf but why were his other mates so nice to me? Why are they acting like I’m part of their relationship? 
“W-w-why?” I asked it was all I could manage to get out, I wasn’t very used to talking, and Uncle Morfin would punish me when he heard me speak out of turn or ask questions. Just the thought of a punishment made me go rigid and I knew for a fact the boys around me had noticed as tears burned my eyes threatening to fall. 
“Shhhh it's okay you are safe” James whispers into my ear as he cocoons himself around me gently pushing my face directly into his chest as he starts to rock me back and forth like a child. After a few moments and more of James’ soft assurances, I had calmed down enough to look back up at him.
“What did you mean why baby?” He asked me trying to decipher the cause of my distress. 
“W-why m-me?” I responded in a barely audible voice still not used to being allowed to speak, but these boys had been nothing but kind to me all day and I certainly did not want this to change.
“Whatever could you mean you are our mate!” Sirius exclaimed exasperated that I could not understand the cause for their affection. “Doll, Moony chose you as a mate which automatically makes you our mate as well.” He explained further as if it was obvious. Meaning I did not have one mate but four. How could this happen? How could someone as worthless as me have four mates? This must be some sort of game these Gryffindors play, Yes! That’s it, It's just a prank they must be trying to fool me.
A simple “No” was all I could manage as I attempted to pry myself off the the burly marauders’ lap with no success. 
“What do y’mean no? Baby I know this is surprising but we already love you so much.” James  told me as he easily held off my weak fighting, I was still exhausted and this prank was just making it worse. It wasn’t until I yelped in pain when he touched my hip where underneath my clothes lay a particularly nasty bruise did he finally allow me off his lap. Panic evident on both boy’s faces as James began to profusely apologize cleary very upset that he had hurt you. Tears were streaming down my face at this point confusion and pain swirling inside of my head. 
“I-I-I just d-don’t understand I-I r-r-really do-d-d-on’t want to b-be a-a-aprat of t-this p-prank” You managed to stutter out, the crying just made it worse as you willed yourself to calm down. 
Oh Abby baby! no no no! This isn’t a prank we would never do that. We just want to be with you. Your our mate, our missing piece and we finally found you.” James explained looking as if he himself wanted to cry too. He carefully made his way over to you and was about to wrap his strong arms around you when he froze looking into your eyes af if to ask permission to hold you. And if you were being honest you had liked being in his arm, they were large and strong making you feel safe and warm so you nodded carefully and he immediately scooped you up rocking you gently again. 
“Oi you’ve gotten to hold my little doll enough Potter! My Turn!” Sirius interjected jumping up to ease you out of his mate’s arms. Settingly you safely on his lap he began to nuzzle into your neck leaving soft kisses here and there as you allowed a soft giggle to pass your lips. It was at this time that Lily and Remus had decided to make their appearance the prefect meeting having finished. 
“Ah my littlest darling how I’ve missed you” Lily said in sing songy voice. As she twirled closer pressing a soft kiss to your cheek she grabbed your hand pulling you to your feet and she told the boys it was time to change into their robes. With he free hand she grabbed both of your bags that held your uniforms and led you to the nearest loo. Handing you your bag she assured you she was only in the next stall over if you needed her. And need her you did, somehow after 4 years of attending hogwarts you still did not know how to tie your tie, but not to worry she told you she made the knot with ease leading you back to the shared compartment. 
The rest of the train ride was uneventful as the four marauders passed you around taking turns making you blush or telling you jokes. Upon reaching the great hall they all placed a kiss on your head and made their way to the Gryffindor table as you went and sat at the Hufflepuff table. You missed their undivided attention but one look over towards them only reassured you of their sincerity as they were already looking at you blushing furiously you turned away allowing yourself to breathe
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genshingorlsrevengeance · 1 year ago
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Can we get hcs of Helian and s/o waking up after a drunken night of doing spicy things?
(GFL) AK-12, AK-15, UMP45, HK416, M4A1, M16A1, RO635, G36, WA2000, Helianthus with their S/O the morning after
I've actually been wanting to write something like this for a while, so now's the perfect excuse to write it!
NSF-W IMPLICATIONS BELOW THE CUT! obviously
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S/O's eyes slowly flutter open from the lights of their quarters, feeling a warmth on their body.
Their head turned to a smiling 12, who was snuggled into their chest, her finger idly tracing the outline of their shoulder.
(AK-12) "Hm, looks like someone slept good.~"
(S/O) "Thanks to a certain someone."
S/O made a conscious effort to not stare at her bare chest as the blanket shifted, something which she noticed despite her eyes being shut still.
(AK-12) "Why so shy now? You enjoyed doing much more to them last night-"
(S/O) "Ah, don't say it like that! Makes me sound like some kinda pervert."
12 hummed playfully as S/O moved to get up. Their quarters had always been an enclosed gray rectangle with only space enough for a table, chair, bed, and a closet.
But with 12 hugging so tightly onto them, it felt even smaller somehow.
Before they could fully sit upright, she forced them back down, a small chuckle escaping her lips.
(AK-12) "Come on, we don't have to get up just yet. I'm not entirely satisfied."
(S/O) "We both have to get to work soon, 12. And unlike you, I can get sore."
12's eyes opened and revealed her glowing pink irises, staring straight at S/O, though her expression was more soft than intimidating.
(AK-12) "Please?"
(S/O) sigh "...That's cheating."
(AK-12) "Mhm, but is it working?"
It took all of S/O's self-restraint to not do anything else after giving her a kiss, resulting in 12 making an adorable pout.
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S/O felt a small nudge on their forehead that stirred them awake, turning their head to the left and seeing 15 looking at them.
(AK-15) "...Good morning."
(S/O) "Mm...Morning, 15."
Her face was stoic as usual, though there was the slightest tinge of red on her cheeks. S/O had no idea if that was her, or just their eyes seeing something that wasn't there.
Regardless, it made S/O cuddle into 15 with their arms wrapping around her waist.
She slowly raised her arms and did the same, their bare skin touching one another.
Although just like last night, it felt more passionate than lewd.
(AK-15) "You are not injured, I presume?"
(S/O) "Injured? From wha-...O-Oh, right." ahem "No, just a little sore is all."
(AK-15) "Understood. I will take better care next time, my apologies."
(S/O) "Heh, you don't need to say sorry. I don't exactly mind."
(AK-15) "No, but the Commander will should our intercourse become a liability."
S/O couldn't help but blush a little by how bluntly 15 stated last night's activities.
(S/O) "R-Right...By the way, did you kiss my forehead?"
(AK-15) "I did...Should I have not done that?"
(S/O) "Actually, I...was wondering if you could do it again."
15 remained silent again before nodding.
(AK-15) "Acknowledged."
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UMP45 yawned as she moved closer into S/O's personal space, a hand lazily resting on their chest.
(UMP45) "Mornin'."
(S/O) "Hey, sleep alright?"
(UMP45) "Mmm, guess so. Now I understand why G11 struggles to get out of bed."
(S/O) "The bed that comfortable?"
(UMP45) "Well, that and a certain someone is quite the sight to wake up to."
UMP45 playfully kissed their cheek and smiled, one of the rare times S/O got to see her genuine one.
(S/O) "You're not so bad looking yourself, you know."
(UMP45) "Aren't you the charmer?...Alright, we should probably get moving. Don't want HK screaming at me too."
UMP45 and S/O sat up, the blanket falling onto both their laps with nothing to make themselves look decent.
Not that either of them minded.
UMP45 felt a tad bit embarrassed about her chest being out in the open, but it quickly dissipated when her head fell onto S/O's shoulder.
(UMP45) "...On second thought, maybe we can stay like this for a few more minutes."
(S/O) "No complaints from me."
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416 holds onto S/O tighter the moment she felt them awaken and trying to move.
(S/O) "Wha...416?"
(HK416) "You move too much in your sleep."
(S/O) "You didn't have a problem with me moving last night-"
416 gave them a death glare as S/O chuckled, but she simply shook her head and rested it on their chest.
She angled her head away to make sure S/O didn't see her blush, but they could just feel it with how her face began to heat up.
(S/O) "Did you rest well at least? I hope I didn't annoy you too much then."
(HK416) "I slept good...t-thanks to you. Now, get your ass up. I don't wanna have to lecture you too as well."
(S/O) "But, you're on me-"
416 gently flicked their forehead, grumbling what S/O could assume was German.
(S/O) "Love you too, 416!"
416 rolled her eyes but S/O saw the tiniest smile on the corner of her lips that formed.
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S/O feels their hand wrapped in a comfortable warmth, turning over and seeing M4 smiling right at them, both her hands wrapping around theirs.
(M4A1) "Good morning, dear."
Even though she was blushing, her smile did nothing to mask her beauty, making S/O's mouth go slightly agape.
(S/O) "Morning, M4."
The two briefly kissed before S/O squeezed her hand in return, making her giggle.
(S/O) "You're very beautiful in the morning, you know that?"
M4 bashfully turned away, finally releasing S/O's hand.
(M4A1) "Hah, I-I don't know if I can handle these kinds of compliments this early in the morning."
(S/O) "How about this then?"
M4 let out a cute yelp when S/O suddenly hugged her from behind, rapidly giving her light pecks on the cheek that made her laugh.
S/O was just happy to see M4 laughing after what she had been through.
She deserved every bit of affection, and more.
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M16 obnoxiously stretched and yawned, her hand accidentally smushing against S/O's face.
(S/O) "Ack...!"
(M16A1) "Heh, what's up?"
She messily rolled over on top of them, her chest squishing up against them and threatening to press against their face, making S/O blush madly.
(M16A1) "Seriously? This wasn't even the craziest position w-"
(S/O) "Stop it! Too early for this, M16!"
M16 let out a hearty laugh, but her expression became softer as she laid her head next to theirs.
(M16A1) "...I love you."
S/O was taken aback by how affectionate she had just become, but returned the gesture with a kiss on her eye.
(S/O) "Love you too."
M16 finally got off S/O, letting them breathe freely again as she got up and put on a shirt.
(S/O) "...H-Hey, that's my shirt!"
(M16A1) "Psh, girlfriend rules. Whatever clothes you wear are mine."
She wore the shirt outside of their room, making many members of AR Team realize the implications of what had happened.
Except for SOPMOD.
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RO flusteredly put the blanket over her large chest, making S/O wake up faster than she intended.
(S/O) "Hm...? Oh, hey RO. Is something wrong?"
(RO635) "N-No, it's just...Um...I don't look decent right now."
S/O smiled as their hand brushed against hers.
(S/O) "You always look beautiful to me, RO."
Her cheeks brighten up at the compliment, but is quick to correct them.
(RO635) "I-I meant I'm not dressed!"
(S/O) "I know what you meant. But really? After what we did last night?"
(RO635) "That's a bit different! But...I appreciate the compliment."
S/O laughed at how adorable she was, giving them a small peck on the cheek. It made her shoulders finally relax, and let the blanket drop as she averted her gaze.
(RO635) "Can you hand me my shirt...please?"
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G36's eyes squint as she wakes up, trying to find a shirt to put on for the moment before feeling S/O's hand on her waist.
(G36) "Ah, good morning, dear."
(S/O) "Morning. Going to work already?"
(G36) "Indeed."
(S/O) "Can't you stay in bed for at least a few more minutes?"
(G36) "No, I cannot. I must make myself look presentable otherwise people might...talk."
G36 reflexively covered her chest, though she made no effort to hide it from S/O.
(S/O) "Well, at least that'll be easy for you..."
S/O awkwardly eyed the hickies on their neck.
G36 vision became clearer as she closed in on S/O's face, giving them a quick kiss before finally getting up and letting S/O stare.
(G36) "...S/O, I believe you have already had ample time to look at me from last night. May I ask if you can help find my clothes?"
(S/O) "R-Right."
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WA's eyes shot wide open the moment she realized she had no clothes on, and neither did S/O.
She looked hurriedly back and forth for a shirt before seeing S/O slowly get up.
S/O wrapped their arms around her stomach, making her yelp as she felt their head on her shoulder.
(S/O) "Hey, WA-"
(WA2000) "W-Watch where your hands are going!"
S/O chuckled teasingly, but made no suggestive movement with their hands, much to her relief.
Instead their hug became tighter.
(S/O) "You didn't mind at all last night where my hands were-"
(WA2000) "I swear to god you blockhead, one more word out of your mouth...!"
WA felt S/O's smirk grow against her bare shoulder, but they said nothing else when WA sighed and relaxed into them.
WA rested her body against theirs, closing her eyes.
(WA2000) "...Just give me my shirt in a few minutes, and I'll let you have this, alright?"
(S/O) "Let me have this, or let you have this?"
(WA2000) "Shut it already."
WA squeezed the hands around her tightly, deciding to enjoy the intimate moment with S/O adding of saying anything else.
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Helian jolted awake as her eyes shot wide open, almost screaming.
(Helianthus) "I'M GONNA BE LATE!"
(S/O) "H-Helian! It's only 7, we still got an hour and a half!"
(Helianthus) "I...I-I see."
She finally realized what had happened, noticing her and S/O's lack of clothing.
Slowly, she grabbed the blanket and covered her chest awkwardly.
(Helianthus) "...G-Good morning."
(S/O) "Um...Morning."
An awkward silence passed between the two before she put the blanket to her mouth, her voice barely above a whisper.
(Helianthus) "...Was...I alright last night?"
S/O smiled and took her into a loving embrace, making her relax just the slightest amount.
(S/O) "More than alright. You made me feel loved, and that's all I'll ask for. What about you?"
Uncharacteristically, she gets even quieter as her expression softens and her shoulders become less stiff.
(Helianthus) "...I feel the same, S/O."
After a moment enjoying the intimacy, Helian clears her throat and begins speaking how she normally does.
(Helianthus) "Get yourself dressed. I want you ready by the time I come out the shower."
(S/O) "Can't we both use it?"
That immediately makes her fumble her next words.
(Helianthus) "I-...I suppose we can. Just...don't try anything, alright?"
(S/O) "Heh, yes ma'am."
She raised an eyebrow at their playful tone.
(S/O) "..." ahem "Understood."
S/O said in a much more clearer and professional tone.
That made Helian chuckle, making her squeeze their hand affectionately.
(Helianthus) "Much better."
She didn't mind S/O's playfulness and...other moods, as long as it was kept inside here in privacy.
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tommydarlings · 2 years ago
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taking good care of you | b.h
pairing: mean!dom!billy x sub!reader
warnings: smut, chocking, size kink, dumbification, dacryphilia, slight possessiveness
w/c: 0.6k
summary: Billy just loves taking really good care of you.
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“Yeah baby, just like that.” Billy mumbled in a deep and quiet tone as he slowly entered you already wet pussy, “just like that, fuck,”
he threw his head back, one hand still holding your body weight down by your throat with his big, veiny hand while his other hand pressed itself down onto your abdomen, feeling his dick filling you up.
“You feel that?” Billy asked you before he put his gaze onto your facial expression, clearly being able to see in much pain you are but also how good he’s currently making you feel.
You nodded, eyes slightly crossed as he fully entered you, “Y-Yes,” you answered in a high pitched tone, “s-so big, so m-much, billy,” you cried out as soon as he started to thrust himself in and out of your begging cunt.
He chuckled at your reaction, “I know baby, I know,” billy mumbled reassuringly as his hand left your throat and slowly went up to your cheek, gently caressing your soft skin with his thumb as he nodded along his words.
You gasped as he almost removed himself entirely from your pussy and then harshly entered you with a hard thrust again, repeating that until tears glided down your soft cheeks.
“O-Oh my g-god,” you whined quietly before your eyes rolled into the back of your head while your fingers got a hold of the white bedsheets next to your body, fisting them while billy brushed some of your hair out of your now wet face.
“That’s it,” he whispered with a tiny smile on his face, groaning there and then when he felt you clenching him,
“F-Fucking hell… good girl, baby,” billy briefly squeezed his eyes shut before he felt you trying to crawl away from him, realising that you’re about to cum and that it’s all just getting to much for you to handle now.
But billy only laughed at your pathetic attempt, quickly grabbing your thighs and shoving you further onto his cock, making you gasp and moan as he put both of his hands onto the back of your neck, own knees now almost touching your ears as Billy’s forehead touched yours.
“You’re not going to crawl away from me, alright? Never. I am never letting you go, baby,” billy mumbled while holding eye contact, deeply looking into your glassy eyes before he leaned forward and gave you a tiny peck onto your forehead.
You only gasped as his hips rammed into you again, making more tears escape your eyes while you felt billy kissing some of your tears away, making you whine even louder.
“It’s okay,” he muttered deeply, “I’ll take good care of you, trust me.” He reassured you as you clenched even harder around his dick, making him groan.
You threw your head back, fingers grabbing the sheets now even rougher as you felt yourself cumming all over his cock.
The only things you were able to do were, whining, crying and moaning while billy kept his gaze onto your facial expressions, smiling there and then at your reactions.
“Shh, just look at me, baby,” he whispered to you as soon as you opened your eyes again, fingertips gently caressing your wet cheek again, “That’s my good girl, so perfect, just for me, hmm?” Billy mumbled with a tiny grin on his face while you blinked your tears away.
You nodded, not even really paying attention to his words since you were so far gone already, “Y-Yeah.”
“Yeah, my pretty little cockdumb baby,” he muttered in a quiet tone as he let go of your legs again, straightening his position again.
He tilted his head to the side, fingertips caressing your shaking legs now before he leaned forward and slightly turned his head, kissing your ankle while he still held eye contact.
“You’re so adorable,” he told you quietly before he rammed himself into you a second time that night, making you gasp and cry out at the same time.
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sanspuppet · 1 year ago
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5. “You have no idea how much i want you right now”
19. “i’m yours”
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W/T: teasing, kinda dirty talk, public sex (? i mean you’re not the only one at home), quick and unprotected sex
PAIRING: Boyfriend!Wooyoung x afab!reader
not proofread saurry 🤞🏻
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Inviting your bestfriends at dinner was surely a great idea, a nice way to spend a fun evening with the company of great seven man. Right? Well at least for you, Wooyoung was having a good time but he planned something else for you two before you invited your friends.
You listened carefully to Jongho as he was telling y’all a fun story the one of his friends told to him the morning of the same day, which got you almost rolling on the floor from laughter. Every one of you was clearly enjoying, especially Mingi who was laughing like a 8 years old child. On the other hand there was Wooyoung who simply giggled a couple times, but mostly giving you deep stares, from what you could have caught by looking with the crook of your eyes.
After two good hours, unfortunately most of your guests had to leave, greeting and thanking you before going back home. Still some of your friends found a comforting spot on your couch, chatting together without minding what time it was. If Mingi and Yunho were completely infatuated by your PS5, Seonghwa helped you and your boyfriend cleaning the table.
“Thanks Hwa, you can reach them two now and have fun with… yeah whatever that makes them chucking like that” you conceded him, while taking the washing-up liquid. He nodded at you with a smile before leaving and heading towards the living room.
You sighed deeply at the boringness of washing the dishes, just looking at your hand drawing soapy circles on them, when suddenly your body shivered at the feeling of two hands groping your hips, a recognizable smirk got close to your ear.
“How’s my baby doing?” Wooyoung cooed sweetly at you, while his arms were wrapping around your waist, his chin resting on your right shoulder.
“Hmm… it could be better, i mean not that i’m having fun right now” You smiled hearing him mewling in comprehension, his grip was getting tighter as the seconds passed by.
“Then just stop, i’ll wash them tomorrow”
“But Wooy-“ his hands dragged down slowly your stomach, getting dangerously close to the gap between your thighs. Your body stiffened and your heartbeat accelerated as you heard a small whimper exiting his mouth, echoing inside your mind.
“You have no idea how much i want you right now.” he kept murmuring, his hands were now groping and touching every single part of your body. You unintentionally blushed at his words, your face seemed burning despite you felt the core down your body becoming a fucking river.
“You know? before you could invite all of them by us… i planned to have sex the entire evening and occasionally half a night, till you couldn’t take more of me”
You trembled, the warmth of his body against yours and the attractive tone of his voice was driving unconsciously you crazy.
“I’m yours…” is the first thing that your brain made you mutter, gaining from Wooyoung a pleased yet surprised chuckle.
“May you repeat? Sorry, i didn’t hear you because of all the noise those fools are making with our playstation”
“I said i’m yours, you fucker.” you voiced loudly, turning around trying to notice if the others could have heard you.
“I’m surely gonna fuck you after that, babe.” Meanwhile you have dried your hands with a cloth, Wooyoung started to drag his ones under your shorts, playing teasingly with the sides of your panties, pulling them up to make them press harshly against your aroused clit.
“W-wait… here? you mean now??” you breathed out quickly, your hand instinctively holding onto his shoulder from behind as he was keeping to play with your undies.
“What? Want me to hunt our beloved guests?”
“Well… yeah??” you replied back with a slight concerned tone, while he was simply joking around.
“And what should i say? Guys, get out of my house, we wanna fuck, huh?”
“Yeah, even just like that’d be okey” you turned around to face Wooyoung, the core in your stomach intensifying at the sight of his gorgeous face smirking at you. He sighed, his hands not leaving his grip on your hip for even a second.
“Come on, just a quicky. They won’t hear us” Wooyoung begged you, groping harshly at your butt cheeks trying to convince you.
“Tsk, what are you talking about? you’re louder than me sometimes.” you scolded him, chuckling as he bit his lip.
“Oh please… i mean with that pussy of yours…”
You hit his chest at the sudden reaction of your folds clenching around nothing, just with that the feel of being empty tortured you.
“Okey… but make sure we don’t get caught or you’ll have to deal with them” you raised your index finger at him, turning around to bend at the countertop. You teasingly shook your hips, gaining from him a spank on it. The rough sound of his palm slapping against your skin, made you jolt.
“Fuck! Be quiet” you whisper aggressively.
“Sorry, a habit” his fingers grabbed the elastic of your pants, dragging them down just under your ass. Wooyoung couldn’t help but groan lowly at the sight of your bare skin, breathing heavily to contain his emotions as he pulled aside your sticky panties. He layed on your back to reach your ear.
“Already so wet for me? Perfect, we’ll do it fast i promise… but i can’t promise we won’t have a proper round after they leave.”
“Shush just fuck me already” you held onto his waist once he pulled out his cock, ready to dive into your soaking entrance. As soon as he heard loud sounds coming from the living room, he let out a sharp moan, throwing his head back at the overwhelming pleasure of having your creamy walls clenching around his sensitive length.
“Oh god… so tight. If you keep it like that i’ll be close very soon” he whispered breathily, his fingers squeezed your waist harshly enough to print bruises on your bright skin.
“G-good… speed up” you mewled, tears of pleasure running down your blushed cheeks.
His hips rocked quickly into your, if there wasn’t the backround sound coming from your tv, there could have been surely heard the sticky and squelching sound your lubricated pussy being pumped by Woo’s dick. It didn’t take long for both of you to climax, letting out desperate and sharp sighs instead of what you usually called a moaning mess.
“Fuck fuck fuck…. cum inside” you whimpered quickly, holding your breath as soon as you felt hot and wet ropes shooting inside your leaking pussy.
“Holy fuck… perfect as always, it’s just made to take me” he whined softly, pulling out slowly. He stroked his dick a few last times on the middle of your panties to let out the last drops of his cum, before moving them back on your soaked pussy. Wooyoung patted your ass, chuckling:
“Good work baby, i love you”
You putted your shorts back in position, turning back at him. He placed immediately his lips on yours, while your hands caressed his cheeks. You pull out soon after, giggling at his flustered whine.
“Let’s send them home. Now.”
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