#so it's not cold enough for me to be this fucking cold

[alvojake]

Just You | C.SN

「pairing」 : san x fem!reader 「word count」 : 7.3k

「synopsis」 : he was just your annoying roommate that you just couldn't wait to get away from. all of his late night rendezvous started to get under your skin so you just avoided him like the plague. that was until you needed his help getting to class and of course he wanted something in return.

「genre」 : smut, fluff, roommate!san, roommate au, enemies to lovers(ish)

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, teasing, san acts like a doucebag but is actually pretty sweet, kinda mixed signals, kissing, rough and messy makeout, manhandling, petnames (princess, baby, darling, sweetheart...), dom!san x sub!reader, big dick!san, kinda inexperienced reader, praising, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, biting/marking, breast play, dirty talk, hickies, creampie, slight dumbification, rough sex, sickly sweet aftercare, mentions of a sex tape at the end, lmk if I missed anything!

A chill ran down your spine as you followed your best friend, Harper, into the school’s main building. The storm from the night before brought a cold front along with it, making the air even more chilly than it’s normally been since fall started. Shaking off the chill, you looked around the hall, noticing that there were fewer people than usual.

“Oh yeah, y/n, did you hear about the science wing?” Harper asked as she fastened the strap around her umbrella after closing it.

You rubbed your hands together, trying to gain some warmth back into them before looking over at her confused, “I haven’t heard anything; what happened?”

“The whole building flooded, apparently, so they moved most of the classes to different buildings.” She explained as the two of you maneuvered your way down the hallway. However, she could tell by the panic in your eyes that you hadn’t heard anything. Stopping, she turned to look at you with a hint of worry: " Didn’t you get the email this morning?”

“No, the storm knocked the power out in the entire apartment complex, so my phone didn’t charge,” You started to panic a little as you pulled the device from your back pocket, and just as you thought the screen would turn on, meaning that it was dead, “it also reset my alarm clock when it came back on this morning so I woke up late and rushed to even get here on time and—”

“Y/n. Girl, please take a breath,” Harper grabbed your arm softly, making you look over at her, “Why didn’t San wake you up? You guys have chem together.” Her question was innocent, but the mention of your douchebag roommate made your mood sour so much more.

“San, wake me up? That’s funny, actually.” You scoffed, shoving your phone back into your pocket and running your fingers through your hair, “No, he was out late at night, probably getting his dick wet per usual.”

Harper couldn’t help but grimace at your vulgar words, but she knew you were right. San was the residential fuck boy, after all.

“I’m sure there’s someone from your class here, just ask them.” She asked as she looked around the hall, trying to stop a familiar face, but came up blank, and so had you.

“Son of a bitch.” You cursed lowly, looking around the hall once more, hoping by some miracle that you would see someone, but again, you couldn’t find a single familiar face. Then, an idea popped into your head, causing you to look back at Harper with wide eyes, “Harp, can I use your phone?”

Harper looked at the time before turning to look at you with a solemn look, “Sorry, babes, I’ve gotta get to class.” She patted your arm before a familiar face caught her eye, “isn’t that San? Why don’t you ask him?” She asked, pointing over your shoulder, and when you turned, sure enough, standing there on the other side of the hall was none other than Choi San, your douchebag roommate. 

Watching him chat and laugh with his friends like he didn’t have class in twenty minutes made your blood boil, it pissed you off. However, it pisses you off even more that you care enough to get upset. His carefree attitude and his self-righteousness were probably some of his more annoying traits, yet… it was also insanely attractive to you, and you hated it.

“Hey, earth to y/n.” Harper waved her hand in front of your face, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, “Go ask him.”

“Fuck me.” You groaned, and Harper patted your shoulder with an apologetic smile. After a few moments of contemplating if you really wanted to ask San for help, you just let out a sigh, knowing you didn’t have much of a choice. “Alright, I’ll see you later, Harper. That is if I don’t get arrested for attempted murder.”

Harper laughed softly with a shake of her head, “Good luck, girl.” Then she made her way down the hall towards her classroom, leaving you standing there.

Mustering up enough willpower to ask your attractive annoying roommate where your class had moved to. Hiking your bag higher up your shoulder, you turned and made your way over to where he was still talking to two of his friends. Once you were within eyesight, a smirk tugged on the male’s lips, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his letterman jacket. Your mind then started to wonder if it smelled like his cologne that you had grown attached to or how warm it was.

“What brings you here, roomie?” San asked, pulling you from your thoughts. Heat rushed up your neck, warming your cheeks. His feline-like eyes trailed the length of your body, which only irritated you further, seeing as you thought it was a bright idea to wear a skirt.

“San.” Your tone was curt as you looked at him, arms crossed over your chest as you tried with all your might to keep your voice steady despite the heat from his gaze. “Do you know where they moved chem?” The sas in your tone caused both of San’s buddies to laugh; one, who you recognized as Song Mingi, hit San’s arm as they looked down at you.

“Yeah, I do, why? Need help getting there?” He asked smugly, a knowing gleam in his eyes that told you that he was already sure that you did, in fact, need his help.

You inhaled sharply, trying to fight the urge to tell him no and walk away just so he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of knowing that you needed his help. However, you knew that if you did that, you would just end up being late to your class or missing it altogether. So you licked your lips before rolling your eyes and nodding.

“Yes, I do. My phone is dead, and there’s no one else from our class here," you told him, a small glare adorning your features, causing San to chuckle. The sound alone was enough to make you weak in your knees, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach.

“All you have to do is ask princess.” San’s lip quirked into a sly smirk as he pushed himself off of the wall, taking a step towards you. His teasing tone made you wanna punch him in his stupidly attractive face because you would rather be caught dead than ask him straightforwardly. 

Dropping your hands to your sides, you glared up at him, “Fine, I’ll just figure it out myself.” With that, you turned and started walking down the hall, trying to ignore the fit of laughter behind you.

San shook his head before looking back at his friends with a dimpled smile, “I’ll catch you guys later.” 

You grumbled angrily to yourself as you made your way back out of the building, head on a swivel, hoping to spot anyone from your chem class to ask for the whereabouts of the building. The cold, harsh wind swept across your body, and you couldn’t help but shiver.

“You sure today was a good day to wear a skirt?” San teased as he stopped right next to you, his voice making you jump slightly. His eyes trailed along the length of your body once more, noticing the layer of goosebumps that covered your legs and how you were starting to shake.

You crossed your arms over your chest once more, trying to warm yourself up, “what do you want, San?”

“I'm taking you to class, of course.” He flashed you his signature dimpled smile, and you had to turn away as heat rushed to your cheek, turning your face red. For once, you were thankful for the chilly wind. “Come on, my car is this way.” San motioned over to the parking lot before he walked off.

You wanted to just tell him to screw off, but you couldn’t not unless you wanted to freeze out in the cold while you tried to find your class that you would inevitably be late for. So, swallowing your pride, you made sure no cars were driving by before jogging across the street and to San’s side.

San glanced over at you as you walked next to him, the small pout that was on your lip made his hands itch, wanting nothing more than to kiss it off. But he decided against it and just reached over, poking your cheek, causing you to swat his hand away and glare up at him.

“Don’t touch me.” You hissed, turning back to face away from him, causing him to chuckle.

“You’re cute when you’re all pouty.” He teases, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and unlocking his car. 

You bit the inside of your cheek at his remark, trying to ease the swarm of butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

Once you got to his car, you didn’t say a word as you walked over to the passenger side, but San was quicker and opened the door for you. You looked over at him skeptically and he just smiled at you with an unreadable gleam in his eye.

“Ladies first.” He mocked a bow as he gestured to the open door, and your eyes narrowed, trying to read him but to no avail, so you just let out a huff before stepping into the car.

San shut the door after making sure you were in completely before rounding the car and climbing into the driver's seat. He started the car and turned the heat on, making sure some of the vents were facing you before putting the car in reverse.

Your heart nearly stopped when he put his hand on the back of your headrest, turning his head to look behind him as he backed out of the parking spot. You couldn’t help but stare as he did so, and noticing your gaze, he turned back around and winked at you in the process. Heat rushed to your face making your ears ring in embarrassment from being caught. San chuckled softly as he threw the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. 

The drive over to the new building was filled with the hum of San’s car engine and the quiet music that spilled from the radio. Your leg bounced as you stared out the window, the little voice in the back of your mind reminding you of who you were sitting in the car with.

“Did you not check your email this morning?” San asked, glancing over at you just as you turned your head to look at him with a deadpan expression.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, you shook your head, “No, the power went out. Which you would have known if you weren’t so busy sticking your dick in some random bitch.”

Your snarky response made San smirk, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel as he turned into a parking lot. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re jealous.”

A scoff escaped your lips as you looked at him in disgust despite the rapid beating of your heart. There was no way in hell that you would be jealous that he was fucking some random girl almost every week. Rolling your eyes, “Why would I be jealous? Who knows what you have.”

Parking the car, San looked over at you with a smug smirk, leaning over the center console until he was inches away from you. Your breath hitched in your throat when you turned to find him so close, wide eyes staring into his eyes.

“Who said I was talking about me?” He quipped, eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting your eyes once more.

Your face felt as if it were on fire as you stumbled over your words, none of which made any sense the moment they fell from your lips. San, of course, was enjoying every second of it as he continued to lean closer to you, watching in amusement as you backed away until you couldn’t anymore.

“S-San.” Your tone held a warning as you got ready to push him away, but he reached over to the door, pulling his student ID out of the compartment.

“What’s wrong, princess? You didn’t think I was gonna kiss you, did you?” He raised an eyebrow as he slowly sat back down in his seat.

Annoyance flowed through your veins as he continued to stare at you with that stupid smirk. Your jaw tightens as you unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your bag from the floorboard. Just as you were about to open the door, San locked them, causing you to look at him with a glare.

“What the hell San?”

“I’m going to be out late with the guys, so make sure to leave some dinner for me," he told you before turning the car off and unlocking the doors.

You just stared at him in disbelief, trying to find where the hell he got the audacity to try to order you around. Running your tongue over your teeth, you pushed the car door open, “You’re such an ass.”

San watched as you got out of the car, slamming the door behind you before storming off to the building, not even giving him a chance to catch up. He sighed before getting out of the car and following after you.

During class, no matter how many times San tried to grab your attention or even talk to you, you would just ignore him. Once the professor was done lecturing and left you to do your class work, you quickly pulled out your headphones, hoping to drown out any and all of San’s attempts with music. This worked until class was over.

“Hey, y/n, did you need—”

“No.” Your response was curt as you pushed past San and right out of the classroom because you weren’t about to be stuck in the car with him once again, not after the stunt he pulled before.

San had to bite back the smirk that was fighting to spread across his lips as he watched the tips of your ears turn red any time he got even remotely close to you. Though he knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, not when the two of you lived together.

You did owe him, after all.

—

Later that night, you found yourself standing in the kitchen waiting for the last of dinner to finish up. Watching with tired eyes as the time counted down before finally going off, you pulled the food out of the oven before plating everything on two separate plates and cleaning off all of the dishes that you had used to cook dinner.

Just as you stuck your own plate of food into the fridge, you heard the front door open, and your eyebrows furrowed. San wasn’t supposed to be back for at least another hour or so, you thought. Shrugging, you just grabbed his plate and sat it down on the table before making your way to the hallway, only to run right into San.

“Fancy meeting you here,” San teased, grabbing your arms softly as you pulled away from him. You looked up at him with a half-tired, half-annoyed expression before you noticed that he was alone, which was a surprise.

“We live together, San,” you said before moving to step around him. "Your food is on the table.” 

Noticing that you didn’t have a plate or anything with you, he quickly reached over and grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him. A small gasp of surprise fell from your lips as you stumbled back into him once more.

“Where’s your food?” He asked softly as you started rubbing your temples, just ready to escape back into your bedroom, not wanting to deal with any more of his mixed signal bullshit.

“I’m not hungry.” 

“You need to eat, y/n," San said before moving down to grab your wrist and pulling you into the dining room, ignoring all of your protests.

“San, seriously, I can eat later.” You groaned, trying to slip out of his grip, but his hold was far too strong.

He ignored you as he pushed you to sit down in the chair with his food in front of it. You opened your mouth to say something, but he fixed you with a stern gaze, and you quickly shut your mouth. Sighing, you grabbed the chopsticks and started eating slowly as San watched you for a moment before turning and going into the kitchen to grab the other plate.

When he sat back down, the two of you ate in silence, and you weren’t sure how much more awkward silence you could take before you went insane. So you finished your bite and went to push away from the table, but San’s voice stopped you.

“So, about what you owe me.” He started, setting his chopsticks down to look over at you, finding your confused expression. “Don’t tell me you already forgot about me helping you get to class.” He smirked, intertwining his fingers together to rest his chin on top of them.

You inhaled sharply as you figured out what he meant. Of course, he wanted something in return. Rolling your eyes, you leaned back in your chair, ready to hear whatever it was that he wanted in return. “What do you want, San?”

“You.” His response was curt, and you almost choked on the air as you looked at him with wide eyes. After a few moments, the shock wore off, replaced by annoyance.

Standing from your seat, you shoved the chair back under the table, “Yeah, no.” You huffed as you went to grab your plate, but San grabbed your wrist, tugging until you were standing next to him.

“I’m serious, y/n.” He looked up at you, and you couldn’t tell if he really was being serious or not. The last thing that you wanted was to become another notch on his belt.

“So am I San. I’m not becoming another one of your little playthings.” You stated, pulling your arm from his grasp and grabbing your plate.

You walked into the kitchen, narrowly missing his attempt to grab you once more, and rinsed your plate off. Annoyance radiated off of you in waves as you scrubbed the plate in your hands; you knew that being anywhere near San would only piss you off. Now, with his outrageous proposition, you couldn’t help but feel a bit upset by it. 

Sure, San was hot and was almost everything a girl looked for when looking for a boyfriend, but the only downside is that he never settles. You’re pretty sure that’s what bugs you the most because even if you said yes in hopes of something more happening, the chances were slim to none. So you just put your pride first and decided that you wouldn’t let it happen despite the growing heat that pooled in your core at the thought of San actually wanting you like that.

You had become so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed that San walked into the room until the water was turned off and hands were placed on either side of your body.

“San—” Your breath hitched in your throat as you turned to find him merely inches away. His grip on the counter was tight enough to let you know that you wouldn’t be going anywhere until he moved.

Looking up at him you scanned his face as his eyes flickered down to your lips once again. Dipping his head down, he moved until he was a breath away from your lips, and you were sure that your heart was in your throat at this point.

“San…” Your voice shook as you tried to back away, but the counter behind you left you little to no room to do so. 

“I want you y/n. Just you.” He whispered, his warm breath fanning your face causing your eyes to flutter, but you fought against the urge to give into him. Placing your hands on his shoulders to push away but he moved closer to you, his lips ghosting over your cheek. “Let me prove it to you, please.”

A whine fell from your lips when his breath blew over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. The small noise was enough to drive San insane as he pressed against your body and moved to look down at you.

“Fine,” You released a breath as you looked up at him with a hooded gaze, “but I swear to go if you’re lying to me.”

San didn’t need to hear anymore before he reached up to grab the back of your neck, pulling you closer. “I’m not.”

Then his lips were on your with an almost bruising force, stealing all of the air from your lungs. A meek whimper fell from your lips as you tried your best to keep up with his pace, but it was impossible. San’s other hand moved from the counter to grab your waist, pulling you even closer, leaving absolutely no space between your bodies.

“San.” You let out a breathy moan as his lips trailed down your jaw before latching onto the burning skin of your neck. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders tightly, trying to ground yourself, but your mind was slowly slipping as San left dark purple and red marks along your jugular.

“Don’t slip away from me yet, darling; we’re nowhere near started.” His voice was husky as his lips grazed over your ear before nipping at the shell, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

His hands trailed down the length of your body as he captured your lips once more, finding the back of your thighs and hoisting you onto the countertop. A gasp fell from your lips, muffled by his as your hands clutched onto his shoulders.

Slotting his body between your thighs, he grabbed the back of your neck once more, pulling you down to kiss him once more. His tongue swipes your bottom lip, and you obey, parting your lips and allowing his tongue to explore every inch of your warm cavern. 

He soaked in all of the little sounds that you made as he continued to play with your body until you were shaking in his hold from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. His fingers danced along the hem of your sleep shorts, igniting a fire in the pit of your gut, and a whine fell from your swollen lips when he moved away.

“As hot as it would be, I’m not gonna fuck you in the kitchen. Not this time, at least.” He chuckled, watching the way your doe eyes stared up at him, a silent plea gleaming in your orbs. Reaching down, he grabbed the back of your thighs once more before hoisting you onto his waist.

“Shit.” You groaned when you felt his hands cup your ass after your legs wrapped around him. The way his scent was surrounding you like this was making you dizzy, your nose buried in his neck as he carried you out of the kitchen. “You smell so good, Sannie…”

A chill ran down San’s spine when he felt your lips press against the sensitive skin right under his ear. He tried to keep his composure as you left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck. There were sure to be marks in the morning.

“Princess…” San warned as you snaked your hand under the collar of his shirt, raking your nails down the taunt skin of his back. A loud gasp fell from your lips when his hand made contact with your ass, the skin stinging from the force, “don’t be a brat now.” He growled, but you only responded by latching onto his neck, biting down harshly, threatening to break the skin. “Fuckkk.” 

San was losing his composure by the minute, and the moment he finally made it to his bedroom, he was on his last strand of sanity. Throwing you onto his bed, he quickly crawled over you, trapping your body underneath his once more.

You looked up at him, focusing on how his eyes trailed all over your face before settling on your lips. His hips were pressed firmly against yours, and you could feel his bulge pressing right against your clothed core. You rolled your hips in search of some kind of friction, but San was quick to halt your movements, his grip tight on your hip as he moved a breath away from your face.

“Such a needy little thing. Weren’t you just saying today that you didn’t want me?” He teased, and your face grew warm as you recalled your conversation in the car, “but don’t worry, sweetheart, as long as you’re a good girl, I’ll make you cum as many times as you want.” San smirked as he took in your lust-filled expression, your hips trying to move despite his firm grip.

“I’ll be good, Sannie, please.” You begged, hands grabbing at his shirt, causing him to chuckle darkly.

He then moved his hand from your hip, fingers hooking around the band of your shorts, tugging the fabric down your legs harshly, leaving your bottom half completely bare.

As soon as the cool air hit your heated center a whine fell from your lips, tears already pricking at your eyes. San watched you intently as he moved his fingers down your navel, slipping between your folds, collecting some of your slick on his digits before pressing down on your clit. A choked moan tore through your lips, back arching off of the bed.

“So wet and so sensitive, aren’t you, princess.” San chuckled as he slowly circled your clit, watching your jaw fall slack. Moving from your clit he traced along your slit before plunging one of his fingers into your warm heat.

“San!” You cried out at the sudden intrusion, tears already spilling from the corner of your eyes.

“You’re so fucking tight, fuck when was the last time you got laid?” San groaned, not missing the way you covered your lower face, and turned away from his gaze. Chuckling, he bent down, peppering kisses along your exposed collarbone, “No need to get shy on me now, darling, plus you won’t have to worry about that after today.”

Heat rushed up your neck at what his words implied, but any thoughts were wiped away the moment he interested a second digit, his thumb pressing down on your clit. Your back arched off of the bed, pressing your chest against his when he brushed over that spongy spot deep inside of your cunt. Taking note of your reaction, San continued to abuse that spot, relishing in all of the lewd, wet noises that were coming from your cunt the wetter you got.

“San– fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You cried out, eyes squeezing shut as your legs started to tremble, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening by the second, threatening to snap any moment.

“Go ahead, baby, make a mess of my fingers.” San cooed, nipping at your jaw as your high came crashing down, your whole body trembling in his hold while he worked you through your orgasm. Once the high faded, it was replaced with oversensitivity, making you whine, grabbing at his wrist.

“San–” You choked on a moan as he curled his fingers in you once more, a sadistic smirk playing on his lips. 

He so desperately wanted to absolutely demolish you, leave you ruined for any other man, so you had no choice but to come back to him. But he didn’t want to scare you away when he finally had you right where he wanted you. So he decided to leave his more sadistic tendencies for another time.

With one last stroke of his finger, he pulled them from your soaping cunt, causing you to whine from the empty feeling. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, making your body turn into putty in his hands.

“Don’t worry, princess, I won’t leave you empty for too long.” He slurred, lips trailing down your jaw once more before he pulled away to discard his clothes.

Your eyes were glued to his body, watching as he stripped himself. The sight left your mouth watering the more skin he showed. His perfectly chiseled abs were covered in a thin layer of sweat making his honey skin glow under the dim lighting. Noticing your gaze, he smirked, tugging his sweats off of his legs and letting his cock spring free.

The sight of his angry red tip made you swallow hard. Sure, you have been with a few guys in the past, but none of them were this big. Sensing your unease, San shot you a reassuring smile before climbing onto the bed, his back resting against the headboard. He then motioned you over, and you slowly climbed onto your shaky knees, making your way over to him.

“It’ll be okay, sweetheart. We’ll go slow.” His voice was soft as you climbed into his lap, hands tight on his shoulders as you leaned against him. "And if at any point you feel uncomfortable, we can stop, okay?” he asked, fingers rubbing your thighs soothingly. You nodded, but San wasn’t satisfied with just that. He grabbed your jaw gently to pull your attention to his face. “Words, princess.”

“O-Okay.” You stumbled over your words when you felt him press against your bare heat, making your whole body shiver.

“Good girl.” He praised you, hands finding the ends of your t-shirt and pulling it swiftly over your head, leaving you in your bra. You started to rock your hips against his, dragging your soaping cunt along his dick, making him hiss through his teeth. His hands trailed from your thighs up your back until he reached the clasp of your bra, quickly undoing it and throwing it away, letting your breast pop free. “So pretty.” San groaned, hands moving up to cup your soft mounds while you continued to rock against him.

“Sannie…” You whined when he started to pinch and pull at your hardened nipples, another high already close. 

“Fuck you’re so hot like this.” San groaned as he watched you grind against him with fever, chasing another high, your hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly. He then slapped your ass once more, causing you to yelp and your movements to falter.

He then grabbed both of your ass cheeks and pulled you flush against him, another choked moan tearing from your lungs when your clit pressed against his pelvic bone. Using his strength, he guided your hips against his until you were a whining, trembling mess as another orgasm washed over you.

“F-Fuck San.” You choked out another moan as he continued to rock your hips, prolonging your orgasm. Your nails dug into his skin, threatening to break it as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

After a few more moments, he let up on his grip, allowing you to just lay against him, but the feeling of his throbbing cock under you made your mind reel, wondering what it would feel like to be stuffed full.

“Come on, princess, ride me.” He nipped at your shoulder, causing you to shudder, but you lifted yourself from his neck nonetheless.

San leaned back, watching as you rose on shaky legs and reached behind you to grab his cock. Swallowing thickly, you started to jerk him off, earning yourself a low groan from the male, watching the translucent precum spill from the slit before you moved to slide the head between your slick folds.

You whimpered as you slowly started to sink down on his length, head becoming fuzzy from the stretch while San bit the inside of his cheek to keep from pulling you down all of the way. He didn’t want to hurt you, so he let you take your time, for now, watching with hooded eyes as you let yourself sink deeper and deeper on his cock.

You both moaned simultaneously, him from the way your tight cunt squeezed around him and you from the way he stretched you wide open. Tears dripped from your eyelashes as you tried your best to sit down fully, but you were starting to think you couldn’t fit him, making you whine. San chuckled, his hands squeezing your hips gently.

“Come on, princess," he cooed at you, watching you intently as you continued to try and sink deeper. "You’re almost there; you can do it, can’t you?”

You nodded vigorously, eye meeting his with a pleading look, and he tightened his grip on your hips, helping you sink down his length until he was fully bottomed out. He hissed through gritted teeth, eyes squeezing shut from how tight you were, and you let out a loud whine before your head dropped down into the crook of his neck.

You could feel him in all of the right places making your brain turn into mush, even more tears spilling from your eyes. It took you a few moments to get used to the new stretch before you even attempted to roll your hips against his. San groaned at the way your cunt continued to squeeze around him, your pace almost painfully slow, and he had to steel himself so he wouldn’t take over, but his sanity was hanging on by a thin string.

All of your sweet sounds were muffled by his neck as you continued to rock against him. The feeling of his tip brushing over your sweet spot with every roll of your hips made stars dance along your vision. San let you continue your treacherous pace while his hands continued to roam your body, squeezing at every inch of skin he could reach, soaking in all of the soft noises you were making.

Soon enough you were able to lift yourself up before dropping back down, all of your slick making it easier to glide along his length. San groaned as you kept your slow pace, his grip tight on your hip, trying his best to keep up, but he was slowly slipping away.

“Sannie.” You whined as he pulled your face out of his neck, crashing his lips into yours, swallowing all of your noises as you continued to ride him. His hands guided your hips, positioning you into a new angle that left you gasping for air, your pace faltering altogether.

San groaned as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, “Fuck princess, I’m sorry.” He apologized, and before you could even ask what he meant, he planted his feet behind you and stilled your hips before bucking his hips up into you.

A choked moan tore from your lungs as he set a brutal pace, his tip hitting all of the right places to leave you seeing stars. Incoherent moans and cries of his name fell from your lips as your back arched against him. San took the chance to latch his lip onto your chest, sucking and biting at the skin, leaving behind dark marks, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Your hand flew to his head, fingers combing through his hair as he continued to suck on your breast.

White spots started to cloud your vision as you felt your high creep up on you, a loud whine was pulled from you as San bit down on your nipple. You couldn’t even warn him as your body tipped over the edge, your body convulsing in his hold, broken and incoherent babbles being the only thing that came from your mouth as San continued to fuck into you.

“Fuck baby,” He groaned loudly from how tightly you were squeezing around him, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer, not with the way your sweet little cunt was sucking him in, “‘M close– fuck, where do you want me to cum princess?” 

You whined as your head fell back from the overstimulation, your thighs burning, begging to relax. You didn’t even register his question until he nipped at your collarbone.

“Inside.” You whined, and San could have sworn he died and gone to heaven, “I’m on the pill, inside, please, Sannie.” Your begging only brought San even closer to his end, and with a few more thrusts, he brought your hips flush against his, spilling deep into your womb.

The warmth was a new feeling making you squirm in San’s lap, your walls spazzing around him as you came once again, milking his cock for all that he was worth. Your body shook in his hold as you buried your face in his shoulder once more, a strangled whine muffled by his skin.

San wrapped his arms around your body as you both came down from your highs, his fingers tracing shapes on your skin to help soothe you. After a few moments, he pulled your face from his neck, making you look up at him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, princess, and then we can sleep," he whispered as he peppered your face with soft kisses, causing you to giggle.

So he slipped out of your spent cunt before helping you clean up and handing you one of his shirts to slip on, even if your room was just across the hall. Then, once you were both back in the bed with the lights out, he pulled you close to him, his face buried in your neck, pressing gentle kisses all along your skin.

“God, I love you.” He spoke quietly, unsure if you had even heard him until you shifted around to face him.

Your hand cupped his face gently as you pulled him down for a kiss, this one completely different from the ones before. It was sweet, gentle, and filled with longing like the both of you had waited an eternity to share it.

“I love you too, even if you get on my last nerve.” You smiled as he chuckled and nuzzled his head into your chest. And that’s how the two of you fell asleep, content and happy in one another's arms.

–

The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining on your face. Groaning, you moved your arm to cover your face. The sun never came through your window this early in the morning, so confused, you cracked your eyes open and looked around.

Your heart then dropped when you realized that this wasn’t your room but San’s. Swallowing thickly, you looked down, seeing that you were wearing his shirt. All of the events from the night before flashed in your mind, making your face heat up.

Looking over, you found the spot next to you empty, making your heart sink. You couldn’t help but think of the worst: that he had been lying to you the entire time, and you felt stupid for even thinking that he was being genuine.

“Stupid.” You grumbled as you caught sight of your phone plugged in by his bed. Reaching over, you grabbed it and turned the screen on. Seeing the time, you almost had a heart attack until you saw the date, seeing that you didn’t have any classes today.

Then, your attention was brought to the few messages you had: one from Harper, one from a project partner, and one from San. You debated opening the one from San, but despite your better judgment, you clicked on it.

‘Had to get to class this morning, but there’s breakfast in the fridge. I’ll see you after class, princess.’

Your cheeks flushed red as you reread the message multiple times, hoping that you weren’t just hallucinating. Biting back a smile you typed a quick message saying that you’ll see him after class and thank you for the breakfast before backing out of his message.

Throwing the blankets off your body, you moved to stand, only to have to sit right back down as your legs shook. The tips of your ears turned red as you remembered how rough San had been the night before, and butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach.

Once you were able to stand on your wobbly legs, you made your way out of the room and towards the kitchen, messaging Harper. She then called you so you propped your phone up on the counter so she could still see you as you grabbed your food.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty– are those hickeys?!” She exclaimed, nearly making you drop your plate as you quickly turned to look at her like a deer caught in headlights. “Wait… is that San’s shirt?”

Swallowing thickly, you closed the fridge before walking over to the counter. "Maybe… " you trailed on nervously, and Harper just fell silent for a few moments.

“Wooyoung owes me twenty bucks.” She cheered, and you couldn’t help but look at her with a raised eyebrow, “We bet on how soon you two would just fuck it out.”

“You– what?” You choked on the air as you looked at her with wide eyes causing her to erupt in a fit of giggles, wiping fake tears from the corner of her eyes after she calmed down.

“Girl, please. We all could sense the sexual tension between you two.” She shook her head as you just looked at her dumbfounded. “So… how was it? Pretty good if those hickeys are anything to go by.” 

Your face started to burn once more as you shoved your mouth full of food to avoid the conversation. Grabbing your phone, you walked into the dining room and sat down at the table. Harper watched you with a smirk getting a kick out of how flustered you were.

Swallowing the food, you opened your mouth to start talking, but thankfully, you heard the sound of the front door opening and let out a relieved sigh.

“San’s back. I’ll talk to you later.” You quickly told Harper, getting ready to hang up the call.

“Okay, okay, but I want the deets later!” She said hurriedly before you ended the call just as San rounded the corner.

Seeing him made you shift in your seat a little, and when he flashed you his signature dimpled smile, you were sure you would melt in the very chair you sat in.

“Morning, beautiful.” He walked over, pressing a light kiss on your cheek before making his way into the kitchen, your eyes never leaving his form. “I have another class but needed to grab a snack," he told you as he walked back into the room.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, knowing that he had plenty of snack options on campus and only came back to see you. Chuckling at your reaction, he made his way to the door once more.

“I’ll see you tonight, princess," he told you as you walked out of the dining room to watch him slip his shoes back on. "Maybe we can watch a movie?” He suggested, and you nodded softly, wrapping your arms around your body.

“Sure,” You smiled at him as you walked over, and he grabbed his school bag from the coat rack.

Turning, he grabbed your waist, pulled you flush against him, and kissed you deeply, “or maybe we can make our own.” He teased, his feline-like eyes narrowing as he watched red dust your cheeks, and you slapped his shoulder.

“Weirdo, go to class.” You pouted, trying to hide your embarrassment, but more so how much his words turned you on.

@alvojake | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

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[reshinless]

Hiii

Can you do reader masturbating while moaning Kinich’s name and he accidentally hears, then they bang?

you didn't get it. why was he so fuckin' attractive!?

you've always been close with him, ever since you both were kids and busy running around, playing house like every other kids do. but he has never looked better now.

he was just talking about his day, but he didn't have to play with the keys to your shared home with his fingers.

or how he just had to bite his glove off to use his bare hands to hold your waist back?

you always wished his fingers dug deeper in a different area on your body. Or maybe his cold lips, which spoke a word or two to others but are willing to speak all day with you, could go elsewhere, either.

"ahhn- kinich..." you catch yourself moaning, quickly covering your mouth to hide the lewd mewls coming from your throat.

he was in the room riiiight next to yours. shit.

it wasn't even on purpose—saying his name? while touching yourself? it came as an instinct.

fuck... you kind of do wish it was his fingers instead of yours. getting tired as is, but every time a picture of him flashed in your mind—you get hornier by the second!

yeah but, no way he'd be awake at this time of night. right?

with that realization, you decide no way he'd catch you. but little did you know...

as your digit creeps near your entrance, you let out a puffy, breathy moan. you were no longer hiding under any fabric, it was three am for crying out loud.

the hole grew tired, reddish-pink and ripe. it drooled from your essence, or it could've been the secret lube you hid in the nightstand.

you cried, and mewled quietly, lewd sounds from your tired entrance only getting louder.

"ffffuck! mmm—kin'.." you continued. "need you... s'bad.."

and through the slit of the door being slightly opened- there he was, his eye widening, watching how your naked body reacted to your touch that you imagined was his instead.

lurking by the actual entrance to your room. the vague, yet dangerous little whimpers you let out—not to mention most of it was just you pleading with his name.

shit- he felt a tent pitch in his pants, only tightening the more he watched. he felt shame for observing you, but he couldn't tear his eyes away so easily.

before you know it. your moans are prolonging, sweet, and hearty mouthfuls of cute little 'please's and 'kin's.

on instinct- he was already stepping inside, a flushed look in his eyes as he stood tall.

"ahh shit! I didn't mean for you to see me like this!" you immediately exclaim, hiding your exposed body under a pillow nearby.

"don't hide now, pretty."

well, this wasn't how you expected to lose your virginity. but you weren't gonna complain if the love of your life was already biting his glove off to finger your pretty lil' hole.

his pace was enough to bring you back to the peak you were about to reach previously.

"ahhn- kin'- hhhnngh.." you felt it knot in your stomach, the more and more his digits hit those oh-so-perfect spots, of course it was only a matter of time you'd cum and leave his fingers literally soaked in cum.

he only circled the cold-turned-warm fingertips around the rim of your soppy entrance. he admit he was biting his life to hold himself back from letting out a deep groan into your ear.

"haah.. ffuck.." left breathless—the sight of your hole simply squirting onto his palm. shit he could drink this for days.

by the time he wants more, his feral side takes form- he didn't even notice he already positioned himself to thrust into your slippery hole.

it felt so easy, yet so tight when his tip invaded it ever so slightly. your little sobs of pleasure didn't help his case, his lips inevitably reach yours, making out at the touch of your soft lips hitting his chapped ones.

he smirked as he left the long lasting 'peck', a string of saliva connected you, his thrusts only getting deeper. leaving your hole drooling for more- he could only stare lovingly at the simple sight of what connected you to him. at least to his tip.

a long night it truly was, hours later of what seemed to be back-to-back orgasms, it felt surreal. you could see the stars so clearly at this point, the amount of times your back arched, and ached for more a few rounds before-

or how many times you knitted your eyebrows right before releasing essence all over his shaft, he couldn't even count it on his fingers ;'(

leaving your legs shaking, he laid you down into a better position, one where it wasn't so uncomfortable. a peck is felt over your forehead, as well as a hand to accompany.

flying through the strands of your hair, he simply laid beside you.

"y'know, I would've gotten hear sooner if you moaned a little louder.." "kinich, its already morning!"

[meliciousmel13]

➛ munch

paring: overworked!billie x wife!reader

warnings: literally just filthy smut with a little plot, riding, eating out, kind of pathetic billie(?) just at the beginning though, mirror sex, billie calls r good girl, strap-on sex, kind of proofread

wc: 2,433

SYNOPSIS: billie won’t stop working, you want to go out but she won’t leave the studio. you had an idea of what to do.

taglist: @chrissv4mp, @billiesguitar, @ilovebillieeilish2000, @d14n4ol, @raspberrymacaroon if your not a part of this list but want to be comment under my tag list post, which is on my masterlist.

an: here's another fic since last week i didn't post anything.

she was always in the studio. always. whether it was 3 am or 4 in the morning. you never got to see her besides when she got out the room to get water, or take a 5 minute break (which was apparently enough time for the whole week).

you never saw her. you understood. she had to work on her new album. it was just work. but the amount of times your slept in a cold bed was getting tiring, and kind of depressing, considering you barely saw your wife, when she was your wife.

“billie?” your soft voice echoed through out the home studio, billie didn’t notice you with her headphones on, “bills” you repeated her name, slowly entering the studio and standing behind her, she finally noticed.

billie removed her headphones and looked behind her, a tired smile finding it’s way on her face, “hey baby.” she said, while looking up, and taking your hips in her hands. you were wearing a silk satin robe, which was driving her insane.

“hi.” you smiled as billie kissed your stomach, “i wanted to surprise you.” you said, enjoying her hands on you, she hasn’t touched you in three weeks, and you were getting desperate.

“wanted to surprise me?” she smiled, for the first time in weeks, she almost forgot how happy you made her, almost forgot about you.

“yeah,” you smirk, untying you robe and seeing billie’s eyes widen. you were wearing almost nothing underneath, just lacy underwear.

“so it’s that kind of surprise?” she chuckled, trying to act like seeing you half naked in her studio didn’t affect her.

you hum, removing her hands on your hips getting in front of her and sitting on her desk, spreading your legs, “you can’t touch me though,” you said, tilting your head to the side, which made your untied hair go that way.

billie thought about her album, the amount of work she had to do was piling up each day. but she couldn’t deny you, she never could and never will, “you tryna’ tease me?” she placed her hand on your upper thigh, but you pushed it off.

“maybe.” you smile, innocently, like you weren’t dripping on her desk, “you’ve been working a lot.” you said, nonchalantly, while billie was imagining the way she could take you, “do you also sleep here?” you asked, curious.

“no— i sleep in our bed i just leave before you wake up.” she said, it made much more sense. why you woke up with a pillow next to you every time you woke up, and why her side of the bed was messy.

“how long do you sleep for?” you asked, again.

“six hours…” billie trailed off, couldn’t even look at your face, not like she was looking at it in the first place.

“don’t lie to me billie.” you threatened, closing your thighs, and getting off her desk.

“okay! okay, i sleep for three hours.” billie said, slightly scared of what you might do. you weren’t scared to make her sleep on the couch the last time she even remotely did anything wrong.

“three hours?” you said in disbelief, you knew her sleep schedule sucked, but it was getting borderline unhealthy and insane, “you sleep for three fucking hours? are you serious?” you said.

“no i sleep for two.”

“billie!”

“i’m joking!”

“don’t joke about that, god.” you sighed, with your head in your hands.

billie felt bad. didn’t know how much her not being there affected you, “i’ll take a ten minute break then.” you looked up, mischievously, this was exactly what you wanted.

“fifteen.”

“ten.” she argued.

“twenty.”

“fifteen.”

“an hour.” you smiled.

“fine,” billie caved, laying back on her seat, and looking up at you, “your so lucky your adorable.” she said, and you hummed, sitting back on her desk, scooting to the very edge of it, and billie immediately sat up, like she was trained to do it.

“god, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” she breathed, almost absentmindedly, your belly burned a little, but not from that fiery pit that had been present earlier. this was desire. you felt desired.

“bills,” you whimpered as she lifted one of your legs to kiss along your thigh. she focused all her attention on the one thigh, running her hands and lips over the soft skin.

“jesus christ,” she whispered, watching your skin dimple under her fingers. she squeezed it harder, her lips climbing up your thigh. she brought one hand to your other thigh because she knew she wouldn’t be able to give it the proper attention it deserved before she got hungry and dove right in. the faint smell was already driving her wild.

you whimpered again when she got to her destination. you could feel her heavy breath against your underwear. she looked up at you pleadingly, her pupils drowning out her bright blue irises.

“can i take them off?” she asked, running her thumb over the lacy waistband. you shuddered and nodded, unable to make out any real words. she bit her lip and took your underwear off, throwing the white lace behind her.

“holy shit,” she sighed, eyes locked on your wet pussy. “i wanna eat it so fucking bad, baby. please,” she pleaded, her voice cracking in desire. you looked down at her, watching her throat bob as she swallowed thickly. like she was genuinely drooling.

you didn’t feel pressure to say yes, but you felt it would be cruel to say no. billie wanted it so bad.

“yes.”

billie gasped, her warm breath fanning over your folds. she licked her lips. “slowly, please,” you said, your words shaky. she nodded and looked up at you briefly in confirmation.

she looked back down and used her thumb to spread you apart before her tongue dove in. you moaned loudly at the contact, watching her lap up every crevice with fervor. her nose bumped your clit, and her mouth opened eagerly, exploring your pussy with her skilled tongue. she dipped it into your entrance, groaning at the taste that flooded her. the vibrations set you into a fit of complete pleasure, so she continued humming softly as she ate you out.

she devoured you like a woman starved, lapped and groaned as if she hadn’t eaten in days and you were a desert oasis. her hands gripped your hips, pulling your pussy as close as possible to her mouth. like this was a privilege she’d never again be able to afford.

you built up to your high quickly, thighs clenching tightly around her head. “b-billie, i’m gonna—”

you whined when she pulled away, looking down at her in betrayal. her face was coated in you from the nose down. she only licked her lips, not bothering to wipe the rest of it off.

“not yet,” she said lowly. she managed to look away from your pussy, despite how much she just wanted to dive in and stay there the rest of the night. “i’m gonna go get the strap, alright?”

your eyes widened and you nodded, unable to formulate words. you hadn’t been able to feel the strap for months now, your rare and short meetings with her between shows, and business meetings were short lived, only able to kiss for barely a minute before someone barged in.

she pressed a kiss to your knee and got up, a bright smile on her face that didn’t match how much she was about to wreck you. she disappeared into the studio’s door, probably rummaging frantically in the closet and box where all the toys were. you closed your eyes, trying not to touch yourself at the thought of her.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,” billie breathed from above you. you opened your eyes, crossing them when you saw the dildo fastened to billie’s hips. you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the plastic tip, making billie gasp.

“you wanna suck it?” she asked. you just nodded eagerly and opened your mouth. you wanted to feel it in every way possible after being away from her so long. she held it by the base and fed it to you, your lips wrapping around the plastic.

“good girl,” she praised, watching intently as you took whatever you could into your mouth, which wasn’t much, “you can take more can’t you angel?” she said, gripping the back of your head and making you gag against the dildo, “breathe from your nose, don’t— don’t panic baby.” she said.

you felt yourself leak onto the desk as she praised you, you sucked it a little longer, until the desire was too much and you pulled away, panting. she was panting as well, having thoroughly enjoyed the show you just put on for her.

“you wanna ride me?” she asked, knowing what your answer would be.

you nodded eagerly, practically drenched at the idea. “alright, baby,” she said, grabbing your waist and moving you aside for a second. she laid back on her chair, breathing heavily, the dildo jutting out from her hips standing tall.

she pulled you into her lap and looked up at you, naked, and needy, she pinched your nipples, making you gasp. “sit on it,” she commanded, her voice dark. it took you a moment to realize what she meant, your mind hazy, but you lifted your hips and centered yourself above the dildo. you let the tip prod your entrance before lowering your hips, moaning as you sunk down on it. you lowered them slowly, feeling yourself being stretched out.

“good fucking girl.” billie groaned. her movements on your nipples stopped, distracted by the sight of you taking her. she put her hands down on your thighs instead, squeezing as you slowly took more of her inside.

“bill— billie,” you moaned, bracing yourself on her clothed chest. you finally took all of her, squeaking in pleasure when she slapped your ass gently.

“fuckin’ look at yourself, messy on my lap. and who was trying to act bossy a few minutes ago hm?” she said, as if she hadn’t begged to eat you out.

you looked at the mirror behind her, she positioned you where you could see yourself on it, “see how— see how fuckin’ pretty you look.” she breathed as you started moving your hips up and down, slowly. “say it. tell me you’re pretty.”

you looked down at her and she slapped your ass, making you yelp. “i-i’m pretty!” she nodded her head in satisfaction. “that’s right. watch yourself.” you kept watching yourself, riding her cock faster as the pleasure of it increased. she thumbed your clit, rubbing it as she kept praising you under her breath. you rode her until your thighs burned with the exertion.

“you’re gorgeous,” she said as she started thrusting her hips upwards, helping you ride her. she looked down, watching the dildo go in and out of you. “your pussy too. so perfect.”

you bit your lip, stifling a moan. watching yourself riding her like that was embarrassing, but you didn’t wanna disappoint billie. and, truthfully, it turned you on.

you rolled your hips, and billie was halfway down the chair, practically sliding off of it, she was laid back, with her hands behind her head looking down to see her dick sliding in and out of you.

“getting tired angel? didn’t even do anythin’ yet. you don’t appreciate my efforts.” she said sitting up and holding you from under your thighs, sitting up from her chair. you yelped, wrapping your arms around her neck and not wanting to fall on the cold floor. billie would never drop you though, even though she teased it.

she didn’t pull out yet, just walked to your shared bedroom, still inside you, “billie.” you whimper, grinding softly on her.

“impatient too.” she mumbled putting you down on the bed, “can’t help it,” you gasp as she turned you around, positioning you so you could see yourself in the bedroom mirror.

“wanna’ fuck you from the back,” she mumbled, and took your hips, dragged you closer to her pelvis and you could feel the tip of her cock to your entrance, “you want this angel?” she asked, and you had your head laid down on the bed, nodding, “we can’t have that.” she took you by the hair gently and guided you so you could see.

“see? you can still see me, just in the mirror, kay’?” she smiled, and you bit your lip, as she took the dildo and prodded it at your entrance, sliding it in and filling you up, once she saw that you were still biting your lip, she took her left hand and put her index, and middle finger in your mouth, “fuckin’ look at yourself.” she groaned, you did, you saw the way your brows furrowed and the spit going down your chin, with billie’s fingers in your mouth.

“you like it? you like getting fucked like a good girl?” she asked in-between pants. your face told her all she needed to know, flushed and scrunched up from the pleasure.

your moans got more intense in volume, and she continued her exact pace, wanting to make you cum soon. “you gonna cum, baby?”

you nodded as best you could with her hand still in your hair, crying out her name. she held her pace, starting to sweat from exertion before she could tell you were incredibly close from the way your legs shook.

“come for me. come on my dick.”

you practically screamed, immediately obeying her. your eyes closed tightly, clenching around her dick as she slowed down her pace to let you ride it out. you swore you had seen a glimpse of heaven, your orgasm feeling like it lasted for centuries. finally, though, you collapsed on the bed, completely spent and breathing heavily.

she kept herself inside you as you recovered, waiting to be told what to do. “pull out, please,” you said after a moment. she pulled out slowly, holding your waist with one arm as she used her free hand to take the strap off.

when it was off, she brought you closer, keeping you against her chest as you cuddled up to her. she ran her calloused fingertips over your shoulders and your back, soothing you. your mind felt clear enough after a couple minutes, not feeling so tired anymore.

“this would’ve happened sooner if you weren’t so busy.”

[absfawn]

when abby decided to put on a skirt for the first time, wanting to change up her style just a little, she never expected your reaction. cool, relaxed and nothing phases you, you. at first she was nervous about the idea, nervous about walking out into your shared living room, where she knew you were relaxing,  just to show you her new purchase. walking out of the bedroom, and into the living room, abby shivers at the coldness hitting her legs and chews on her bottom lip nervously when she finds you sitting on the couch, fluffy cat slumped in your arms and eyes focused on whatever was on the tv. It’s only when you catch her from the corner of your eye that you stop rubbing your cat’s head and turn your head just enough to get a good look at her. “abby—” “do you like it?” she murmurs, fumbling with the fabric nervously. “like it? i love it.” you cleared your throat, eyes zoning in on her long bare legs. “hm, yeah, i love it, babygirl.” the reaction you gave her was one she wasn’t expecting, one minute you were just looking at how short it was, to her toned legs, and the next minute she was bent over the desk, shirt pulled off from how quickly you moved, tits pressed against the cold wooden oak, panties throw behind you for later and her skirt was bunched around her hips with your tongue moving feverishly over her clit, the ministrations had her hands gripping the desk tightly. “such a pretty pussy, looks so beautiful, so beautiful f'me, hm?” you chuckled before wrapping your lips around her sensitive clit again. abby squirmed relentlessly against the desk, moaning into the bend of her elbow, the feeling of you curling your fingers in her cunt had her eyes rolling into the back of her head, the feeling of your lips warmly wrapped around her clit had her legs trembling and the thrusts against that spot that had her seeing stars couldn’t stop the way her hand flew off the desk, reached back and gripped your hair, tugging harshly. “right there, please, please.” abby whined, fucking herself back against your tongue and fingers. “s’good, oh,” she panted, nails scraping at the oak harshly. “m’gonna cum,” her body squirmed more beneath your touch, hand gripping your hair a little tighter, hard enough to have you moaning against her cunt. abby’s stomach tightens and flutters at each thrust “need to cum, please?” you make a sound, abby isn’t sure what, but she barely pays attention, how when her body tenses up, back arching up and she cums against your mouth with a whimper. “fuck— baby, wait, shit.” your fingers continue to curl against that spot deep inside her, and you have the nerve to giggle into her cunt when out of nowhere her pussy clamps around your fingers before she’s squirting. it drips down her thighs and coats your wrist as you fuck her through her high. “s’too much” abby pants, slumping her forehead against the table. not registering that you had just made her squirt. “always knew i could make you squirt, wasn’t sure when though.” you murmur, sinking your teeth into the fat of her ass lightly. “you’re crazy.” abby gives you a breathless laugh before letting go of your hair. “crazy for you, gonna let me make you squirt again?” “so you really love the skirt?” abby whines once you’re kissing her back. “mm, love it so much that i need to fuck you in it again.” 

[radwolf76]

So I didn't actively join the community until February of '95, so I missed the first Howl by 3 months. But the second in April of that year, the Spring Thaw Howl, was a formative experience for me.

If I can figure out where I stashed it, I need to get a photo of the crude nailed wooden stake sign roughly painted with AHWW that marked the dirt road turn off to the campsite, so I can share it with everyone.

Best I can do right now is a bottle cap from a Red Wolf Beer I had that weekend.

Yes, it was the '90s.

And while my memories from 30 years ago are somewhat hazy I do have some life lessons from that weekend to impart.

Just because an event is billed as "Spring Thaw", it doesn't mean temperatures won't drop below freezing after dark.

No matter how good a masseuse the cute werepanther is, getting a full body massage from her in 30°F weather might not actually be the best idea. That shivering your body does when cold? It's small & rapid muscular contractions; something that well massaged and relaxed muscles can't do well at all.

It is possible to stand two inches away from a blazing roaring bonfire, if you're exceedingly careful and your need is great.

Scrapple is a decent enough breakfast as long as you don't think too hard about where it came from. (No worse than eating hot dogs, really.)

"Twee" is a fun word to say.

"Heineken!? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!" — Dennis Hopper, Blue Velvet

On the carpool up, I found out that Ohio had the best Q-zar. But Laser Tag after eating Buffalo Wings for the first time in your life will murder you with heartburn.

Mark ur calendars!! 🗓️

Therianthropy day 2024 falls on 16. November!!

Edit: Since most ppl aren’t reading the context: It does not fall on the 16th every year. It takes place on the first full moon of November, therefor falling on the 16th this year. Sorry to disappoint anyone who thought it was on their bday every year, it changes. /nm (just informing u)

Context: therianthrophy day is celebrated after the first howl (therian meet) ever done, which was organized to be on the first full moon of November so that’s why it is always celebrated on a varying date!!

[catching-the-light]

wc: 1.2k

[18+ only]

content: mentions of oral sex [f receiving], unprotected sex and cockwarming [very brief]

[just a little something i wrote. pretty much all smut with little to no plot.]

With the side of her face pressed down into the mattress and hips snapping against her ass - all that flooded her ears were his deep grunts, the sound of skin clashing and her lewd moans. He had woken her up in the middle of the night, but she didn’t mind. She had given him permission to wake her up whenever he needed it. More specifically, she had even given him permission to wake her up by kissing her right between her plush thighs. It was one of her favorite things - waking up to her boyfriend eating her out. She didn’t understand how he could be so good at it. All her previous boyfriends had complained when she asked for it. They would say it made their jaw hurt. That they didn’t like the thought of putting their tongue down there, but they never did complain when she would put her tongue on them.

Harry was unlike any other man she had met. He doted on her. He took care of her. He provided for her. If it were up to him, (Y/N) would never have to lift a finger, but he knew that his girl also liked being self-sufficient. He both admired and loathed how independent she could be sometimes. He loved how strong she was, but sometimes it scared him. He couldn’t help but wonder every now and then what would happen if (Y/N) realized she didn’t need him anymore - didn’t want to be his anymore. Harry was sure that his heart would never be mended if that happened.

(Y/N) was his everything. He never had a love like her before, and he had no intention of having another love ever. He was going to marry her. That was a cold hard fact.

“Harry,” she whimpered as she brought one of her hands back and behind her.

He knew what she wanted, and he gave it to her. Placing his large hand in hers, he intertwined their fingers - flexing his to give hers a soft squeeze.

“Feeling good, baby?” Harry’s chin rested against his chest as he looked down at where his thick cock entered his girlfriend.

(Y/N) just hummed in response, but that wasn’t enough for Harry. Propping one foot up on the mattress, he brought his freehand down and swatted at one of her ass cheeks. “You know that’s not going to cut it.”

Stopping his thrusts, he pulled out which caused (Y/N) to gasp, and she looked over her shoulder at him with wide eyes. She was flipped onto her back faster than she could blink.

Harry’s hands came down to her thighs, and he pushed them apart before plunging back inside of her with one fluid roll of his hips.

“Oh my god,” (Y/N) moaned with her eyes screwed shut. “You’re so fucking deep, H.”

Smirking to himself, Harry leaned down and scraped his teeth against his beautiful girlfriend’s jawline. “Do you like that, (Y/N)? Feeling me so deep in there?”

“Yes, yes,” she panted as he started pounding into her once more. “I love it when you’re this deep. I feel you all the way…all the way in here.”

Placing a hand over her lower stomach, (Y/N) pressed down - eliciting a groan from Harry and another mewl of pleasure from her with just how good that felt. 

(Y/N) was never properly fucked before, and Harry caught onto that by the first time they slept together. She made him work for it, something he didn’t mind doing by any means, but when the time actually came, he was seething at her past lovers at what he had seen. Sexy and confident (Y/N) had retreated into a shell of herself the moment he had her laid out on his mattress. She had asked him to turn almost all the lights off, and the ones that were left on had been turned down. She had asked that he not remove her bra, and that he just pull her panties to the side. It pained him to realize that she didn’t want him to see her fully naked.

That changed before Harry entered her that night. He took his time to kiss over every inch of her skin. To compliment every piece of her that he could see. He let her know that she was by far the prettiest thing he had ever seen in the world. The most beautiful woman to ever be in his bed. He made it clear that no one before her ever compared, and that no one ever would.

By the time he took her home the next morning, (Y/N) had allowed Harry to take her in four different positions, resulting in six orgasms total. It was obvious to both of them that they’d never get enough of each other just after that one night. 

“Squeezin’ my cock so tight. You’re gonna have me coming sooner than I want to,” Harry huffed out a laugh at himself, and it caused (Y/N) to also giggle. “But, fuck, honey, you just feel too damn good. Such a snug little thing.”

His words had (Y/N)’s cunt pulsing around him even more, and he could tell she was right on the edge of her orgasm. 

Sucking on the pad of his thumb, Harry brought it down to start rubbing precise circles against his girlfriend’s clit, and that had her arching her back off the bed.

“Holy shit,” she gasped - toes curling and fists clenching against the pale pink sheets surrounding them. “I’m about to cum.”

Harry watched as (Y/N) threw her head back which resulted in her pretty neck being completely exposed to him. He could feel her walls beginning to clamp down around him, and with one more deep thrust, her orgasm gushed around his length.

“Good girl,” he crooned, leaning down to kiss over (Y/N)’s collarbone. “Such a good girl f’me.”

Once she felt like the air had properly returned to her lungs, (Y/N) blinked her eyes open to stare at the gorgeous man above her.

“Fill me up, please,” she pouted her lips at him as she tapped her fingertips against the spot on her stomach that she had pressed down on earlier. “Right in here.”

“Yeah?” Harry smirked as he gripped onto her hips and angled them up just a little more. “Want it tucked up in there?”

“Mhmm,” (Y/N) hummed with a nod of her head. “I like it when it’s up there that far. It takes longer to drip out of me, and I like feeling it for as long as I can.”

(Y/N) could be dirty when she wanted to be, but he had never heard her say something like that to him before. Choking out a moan, Harry felt the warmth in his lower abdomen boil over, and before he could process it, he was shooting his load inside her slick pussy.

Biting down on her bottom lip, (Y/N) reeled from the feeling of Harry pumping his cum into her. He didn’t stop until he felt like he couldn’t hold himself up with his shaky arms anymore. He collapsed against her chest, and she wrapped her arms around him as they both continued to come down from their highs.

“I love when you wake me up in the middle of the night like that,” (Y/N) played with Harry’s curls as she spoke. “Can we fall back asleep like this?”

“Sure, baby,” Harry puckered a kiss to the top of one of her breasts. “And then when we wake up in a few hours, I’ll continue fucking that same load into you before giving you another."

[2kiran]

“CAMERAS / GOOD GHOSTS INTERLUDE”

PAIRING: Ghostface x Reader Reader and Ghostface are men. KINKTOBER CW: SMUT, filming, #1 warnings: ghostface and his casual degradation, blood mention, blowjob (receiving), humiliation kink, teeth-kiss to your d., mild praise

“Look at the camera, baby. Look. At. The. Camera.”

Ghostface huffed in response, his arms obediently staying behind his back. He angles his head in a way that portrays he was staring into the lens, and you catch a glimpse of his chin just below his eternally screaming mask. With the instrument in the palm of your hand, you had evidence of his haunting arrival.

Actual blackmail against the cold-hearted, driven-by-bloodlust killer.

But you think you won’t use it any time soon. Not that it’s currently necessary.

You could barely fathom the whole ordeal, down to the tiniest detail. It was unbelievable. Ghostface was on his knees, his lips curving into a pout as his snark dies on the very tip of his petulant tongue. Additionally, his mouth was inches away from. . .your cock. Fucking hell, have you gone batshit?

Receiving a nasty, sloppy blowjob from him out of everyone you could’ve chosen past midnight wasn’t exactly ideal. Mostly due to how blood spatter clung to his wear, and who knows if it’s his or someone else’s—

The flat of his tongue drags a looong, stripe along your weeping tip. “At least pay attention to me. Is my mouth not enough for a filthy thing like you?” He’s speaking as though you’re bringing him physical harm, but you figure that’s the way he is.

Wrenching your hand into the fabric surrounding the back of his head, you yank him forward until his lips were stretched around the top of your cock. “Shut up,” you command lowly, letting out a shaky gasp as he swallows you in repeatedly in an attempt not to gag, “Look good for me. C’mon.”

That’s the resemblance of a warning you give him, not even close, before the recording begins. Ghostface swears his heart unlocks an unknown door and flees his mortal body at the familiar click, a feeling he’s unable to identify crawling up his chest and sinks into his cheeks. Almost suffocating him with the feeling and by all means, he’s so fucking turned on.

It’s embarrassing. He couldn’t be caught like this. You won’t seriously have that file uploaded. Right?

He redirects his attention towards breathing properly. Then, he runs his tongue up and down a vein, easing himself into the taste of you. The scent of you.

Shit, what is he doing? He barely knows you—a surprising first occurrence—and yet...

Ghostface squeezes his thighs shut, trying to chase after some relief. Drool piles in his mouth, acting as a lubricant for him to take in more of your pulsing dick. He groans, sending vibrations that makes you accidentally stop the recording. It had went on for two minutes—that’s something.

You click on for the flash, letting it spring upwards in place, then you take a picture. He’s startled by the light, and you suddenly feel his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. You have half a mind to jerk, but you definitely don’t need him biting you.

Instead, you simply put on the record mode again. It certainly doesn’t take long for you to feel him slowly sucking you as an apology, his own cock throbbing in his pants when you don’t react to the pain. He probably appeared as some useless slut to you, something that he isn’t. The thought alone has a whine creep into his throat, but he’s not going to let you hear that.

You bring the camera closer to his masked face, capturing the way his saliva coats your length. “There we go,” you sigh, watching him sink more of you into his pretty little mouth, “That’s a good boy, Ghost. Mnn, hhfuck, that’s a good boy.”

The sound of your voice. . .he wonders how you’ll feel inside of h—oh, he’s hooked.

[theinfinitedivides]

wi papa look a thing there for me. awa.

prefacing this with a PSA that i'm going to try and keep short but basically regardless of anything i say here let me make it known that i do believe he should apologize. whether or not he's still actively saying that word in 2024 it is something he's used in the past even if he isn't performing said play anymore/saying things like that so flippantly. granted if he does apologize there's always going to be a section of fandom that's like 'he only apologized bc he got caught' yes?????????? that's what always happens????????? lbr you're not going to get on IG and announce you killed your ex two decades ago and you'll be turning yourself in when there's an entire true crime community in the depths of the internet who will dig up the cold case + the suspiciously convenient alibi anyway without you lifting a finger. politicians who get called out for blackface in college do not go around telling people they did blackface in college. celebrities who were homophobic on this hellsite in high school back in the early 10s before they realized they were gay are not going to let you know what their handle was. this is how the world works.

that being said i must confess i caught wind of the stirrings of this a bit early bc during the clusterfuck that was the Jam vs Zamasian RPF poll (i did not go in the notes. rancid ass shit) someone had taken a screenshot of a reblog made as a 'gotcha' to Zamasian voters by implying that they were anti-Black for voting for a ship featuring an actor that said the n-word in a play he hasn't performed for several decades since, with a short taped example that the general public was not going to know how to find unless they were on a mission. i poked around, saw a couple hints here and there that implied that the clip actually existed, marked that down for future ref and went about my business. disappointing? sure. run of the mill especially among people his age in the industry from that time period who are perceived to benefit from white privilege? absolutely. the former bird identified app dragging all of this back into the light (including the interview with Chris Rock. which i have not seen though there's no way it was within the last few years for AMC to still hire Eric if they had seen it. correct me if i'm wrong pls) is unexpected but tracks for the fandom on there.

generally i don't believe in cancelling someone for things they said or did more than ten years ago if they are no longer the same person they were back then. i don't believe Jacob or Assad or any one of the staff of color who may have been working behind the scenes would have agreed to continue interacting with Eric if he had the same attitude as he did when he first wrote and performed the play. i don't believe his Black comedian niece would continue to talk about him and share photos with him if he was calling her or the Black side of her family the n-word. i am willing to give the 'Eric Bogosian n-word' reply tweet he reportedly made before deleting it shortly after the brief benefit of the doubt bc it was 1. supposedly under someone else's tweet talking about the play incident and 2. i cannot count how many times i have accidently commented/almost posted something on here or YouTube or Reddit or ao3 bc i was on mobile and once the keyboard's open the app/browser flips the fuck out and puts the search bar and the comment box too close together. now if his ass shows up and shows out and stands ten toes down while he's currently on time-out or doesn't address any of this we're dealing with a different story. if more examples of him acting like this come out i'll drop him faster than you can call the election it will be that serious.

anyway for now i'm choosing to keep an eye on this while acknowledging that us Black folks do have the right to be upset and pissed as fuck. we deal with enough racism/microaggressions in fandom spaces as it is we definitely don't need new ones, and we don't need them from the past career choice of the main cast of a show a lot of us enjoy. amen

[sweetshuga]

Lurking ✰ MS [Finale]

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

stalker!matt! Waking up to find him in between your legs—eating you out. [Smut!]

You had fallen asleep in your bed after having a nice warm shower, just like any other day. You had worn your favourite pajamas; the one with the silky soft material, in all blue. The weird incidents from the previous week totally forgotten as you fell into a deeper slumber.

You squirmed slightly in your sleep, your body reacting to the feeling of cold hands running up and down your thighs. A hitch in your breath, and your body relaxed—going back to sleep.

𓆩♡𓆪

A few minutes or so passed by and you were still dead to the world, fast asleep. You were in such a deep sleep that you didn’t notice when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pj shorts, slowly inching them down your legs and off. The bed creaked softly as the man moved, spreading your thighs gently. His cold hands ran up your inner thighs, making you shiver, a soft sigh escaping your lips

His hands caressed your thighs, almost reverently. His fingers drew gentle idle patterns on your inner thighs, getting closer to your heat. A slight tap just beside your clothed cunt made your legs jolt, eliciting a low chuckle from the man. Your breath hitched and thighs closed subconsciously, but the man wasn't having any of that, a quiet groan escaping his lips.

He waited until your breathing evened out before slowly spreading your thighs again. This time his face inched closer, a smirk playing on his lips when he saw the small wet patch on your panties.

𓆩♡𓆪

Your eyes fluttered when you felt a warm wet sensation on your pussy. A soft sleepy moan exiting your lips as your hips jerked, only to be held down by a pair of hands. That made your eyes snap open, your gaze immediately darting down.

Your body tensed when you saw him – the same man that had followed you home two weeks ago – feasting on your pussy like a starved man. Your hands flew up to pull at his hair, unable to decide if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer—you decided on the latter.

He groaned approvingly at your flesh, causing a shock of pleasure to run through you. "Who... oh fuck," you moaned, unable to speak coherent sentences as he continued his assault on your pussy, "who are you—" the man’s chuckle cut you off, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he sat back on his haunches, leaving you aching for more.

"The name’s Matt... But the real question is, why aren’t you pushing me away—better yet, why aren’t you screaming? Or did you expect someone, a stalker of yours perhaps–" he let out a small chuckle, "to eat you out like this?" He muttered, his hands caressing your inner thighs.

Your mind reeled at his words, had you really wanted something like this to happen? He was right, you didn’t push him away nor did you scream for help like any other person would’ve. A soft "I don’t know" is all you could whisper as you looked at him—at his intense gaze on you, his blue eyes almost piercing through you, making you gulp.

"So, what do you say, pretty?" You blinked at him, confused, yet willing, "want me to continue? Or are you gonna push me away and call the cops?" He smirked, taunting your morals, but you were far too gone to give a fuck about morals.

"Please—Please, Matt," you whispered, the tone making him shiver in excitement. "Please continue, I won’t call the police—hell, I won’t tell anyone, just please—" he cut you off by running his thumb over your bottom lip. "Shh— I get it, pretty... I know you won’t, just relax and feel," he cooed before lowering his head back down, his lips latching onto your sopping pussy.

Your head fell back against your pillow as moans of ecstasy and profanities left your lips, the feeling too good—good enough for you to moan his name, the same man you were scared of just a few days ago. How ironic.

Stage 4: Interference—physical or sexual attack.

He took what he wanted, and you let him.

𓆩♡𓆪

stage. 1 2 3

wc. 696

note. English is not my first language!

Isa's notes. Finally, I wrote the last part of it. I know it was short and all, but I think I'll stick to this "4 stages of stalking" thing just like roomie!chris where I made the parts based on rules. Let my fantasies write this one, yikes.

Ending the series with something suggestive like this just adds flavour 🎀

Taglist: @poolover123 @unknvhx @welovestromboli @stvrnslut @h3arts4nat

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

© sweetshuga

[grimsonandclover]

annoying loser!patrick zweig x done with his shit but loves him!reader

song of the post 'There She Goes - The La's'

A quick little blurb. Someone (@diyasgarden) once said she'd read me write about drying cement. this isn't exactly that, but inspired by it. this will barely be edited and im writing it in a frenzied daze. featuring the laziest graphic of my life ft. my handwriting but it gets the job done. i cant stop sneezing. enjoy.

SFW

1.17k words

almost-midlife-crisis patrick zweig, artrickmentioned in passing, established relationship, controversially younger girlfriend reader, a cement mixer, hgtv, corporate slave reader, migrains, ibuprofen, sweat liker, bickering

Patrick was ambitious, to say the least. Thinking teaching his childhood best friend to jerk off would lead them to a crazy whirlwind homoerotic romantic and sexual relationship (it didn't), thinking he'd go pro instead of go to college and make it big (he didn't), thinking he'd be on his family's trust forever (he wasn't). Needless to say, his ambition got him nowhere.

The luckiest he's gotten is with you. He's thirty-four, you're twenty-something. He's been flat-out broke since he lost the aforementioned trust at twenty-two, while you're actually doing quite well at your mind-numbing corporate job. You've even got your own place, bought in cash. It wasn't huge, but it was still yours.

And then you brought Patrick in. And eventually, losing at tennis so much makes a man want to move on to bigger and better things. Like renovating his girlfriend's house. He's watched enough HGTV while drunk to probably, maybe get away with it. The idea came to him when he got high on your couch, watching a lady dig a tunnel under her house on TikTok.

"I could do that..." He mumbled to nobody but himself. It was midnight. You were upstairs, fast asleep in bed to wake up bright and early for work the next day.

That was three weeks ago.

"Babe, I can't do this!" He calls from the small backyard to you. You're in the kitchen at the table with your laptop, responding to the regular flooded email inbox you've been cursed with since you began employment. You're rocking a migraine and a scowl, and a singular ibuprofen has sunk to the bottom of your stomach, sloshing around in the cold coffee you're slurping down. "Babeeeeeeeee!"

You want to smash your head onto the unsuspecting laptop instead of answer yet another email asking you when you're going to forward a file (You already did. You told them you already did. Checking your sent inbox proves this. They still insist you haven't.)

"What the fuck are you yelling about, Pat?"

He looks up from the small cement mixer he's trying to get to work, eyeing you as you lean against the open sliding door. You look half dead, half deadly. "I don't know how to turn this on, I've tried everything!"

Patrick's stood in an old black athletic jersey and probably the ugliest shorts he owned. You keep throwing them out. He keeps buying more. God help your future kids' fashion sense.

His curls stick to his forehead and the exertion of... whatever he's doing has the veins in his arms bulging. You'd usually pounce on him in a state like this, but migraines have a habit of turning you into an emotionless, sexless bitch (it's just a fact, unfortunately).

You lazily eye the mess he's made around him. Bags of cement and sand, a shovel, buckets, the cement mixer itself, and even a few cans of beer litter the stomped-down grass. "I think I missed the part where you told me what you're doing to my backyard."

Patrick goes from crouching by the mixer to standing fully, scratching his undoubtedly sweaty pit as he chews on the inside of his lip. "I told you." He shrugs. "You just must've forgotten." You can call his bullshit from a mile away, and the cross of your arms and the glare you're rocking tell him as much. Patrick sighs, walking up to you and grabbing your waist.

"Okay, okay... you're gonna love it." He squeezes your hip. You somehow doubt it. "You remember how you saw these outdoor chairs at Ikea that you went crazy for? But you didn't get them because every time it rains it gets muddy as shit here and you were worried the white wood would look gross?"

You nod slowly. He's right. They were gorgeous chairs, but you weren't about to commit to cleaning mud and dirt from them every time it rained. You sulked the rest of the Ikea trip, and you'd only gone there for a new desk chair.

"Well... I'm gonna pave this part of the backyard!"

"You..." You stare at him. By the tone of your voice, Patrick already knows where this is going. "Are going to... pave my backyard. By yourself."

The little nod he gave would've been cute if the ibuprofen had already started working, but no, the migraine trudged on. "No."

Patrick sputters. "But-"

"No."

"I've already--!"

"No, Patrick."

He frowns. Full bottom lip jut out, a crease between his brows, the hopeful anime glitter in his eyes dimmed. "But I already started."

A single glance at the mixer says otherwise. "The mixer says otherwise."

"The mixer is a little bitch and a scam. I think I got scammed."

You nod your head a little, looking off to the side. "Yeah, you would be the type to rent some shitty mixer that doesn't even work."

Your specific wording makes something in his face twitch.

"You are renting it, right?"

Something about the way he starts going on about renting cost and future projects answers your question for you.

Peeling away from his grasp at your hips, you step back into the house and shut the sliding door in his face. Patrick presses his face against the glass, his breath fogging a circle and obscuring half his face. He keeps talking, but at this point, the emails are more enticing than your boyfriend's almost-half-life crisis.

At some point, you hear a small whirring sound come from outside, and then an obnoxiously loud "HAH!" follows. You assume he'd gotten it to work.

Now, you pray for your backyard as you go back and forth with your boss on deadlines and present and future projects you're inevitably going to drown in. Eventually, the ibuprofen woke up and remembered to do its job, and the emails stopped coming in, and you managed to gather enough motivation to brew a fresh pot of coffee.

The sliding door opens and soon you feel big, sweaty arms wrap around your shoulders.

"Why'd you let me do this?" Your sweaty slop bucket of a boyfriend mumbles into the side of your neck. You'd cringe if you weren't fucked up and into it.

"I didn't. Just like I didn't let you try and build a new bedframe from scratch, but I still had to haul that to the junkyard in my uncle's truck."

"I don't think his truck is gonna fix this one."

He's right. It won't, because a Ford F150 can't really do much about a puddle of wet cement in the center of your backyard. "Patrick..."

His name comes out like a whine, because why the fuck is there a large puddle of wet cement in the center of your backyard!?

"It was an accident!"

"Yeah, well, I fucking doubt you meant to, but it's still there!"

He worries his bottom lip between two fingers, and your hands come up to rub your face. How has he made it to thirty-four?

"You think kitchen paper towel could..."

"Don't even start, Zweig."

[vaseofsins]

What a stupid bitch. Having a little slutty brain, posting your address online to get your cunt wet, imagining somebody coming and raping you so you can cum to your little fantasies?

Don't be mistaken, I will come. I will wait until you sleep and creep inside your house. As I enter your bedroom, I will see you sleeping in your bed. I will undress right away, coming closer to you. I'll put my sharp knife against your throat and, with one move, throw away the blanket covering your petite body.

You will wake up shocked and scared, but you will freeze as you feel the cold blade pressing against your neck. You won't be able to move. I'll grab your throat with my free hand and use the knife to cut open your panties before quickly putting it back against your throat.

I'll climb in between your legs, and as I do, I notice you piss yourself from fear, or maybe in hopes of making me disgusted enough to leave you alone, but it won't help you. With one painful thrust, I'll push my dick inside your pussy.

I'll fuck you hard. You will feel like I'm tearing apart your insides. Then with one final thrust inside you, I will cum and fill your wet, bruised pussy with warm semen. As I do, I'll press the blade against your neck so tightly that it will leave a red mark, and a few drops of your blood will come out.

Before I pull out, I will lean closer and whisper into your ear, "Now, I will be forever inside you. You will keep this. You will keep this to remember this night forever.". Then I will pull my dick out of you and get up from the bed, quickly dressing up as you remain lying nearly motionless, sobbing and trembling while my cum starts to leak out of your pussy. Just before I leave, I turn around and say, "I know where you fucking live, and I will keep watching.".

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 31 - scars // monsterfucking - pt.3

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

poly!141 (ft. warlock/magical!price, werewolf!soap, vampire!gaz, and ghoul/undead thing!ghost) x f!witch!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 2.1k 💀, NONCON/DUBCON: mind control, kissing, touching, nippleplay, mentions of blood and murder but nothing graphic, scenting, cliff-hanger ending because I am the fucking worst (but also pt. 4 will come out tomorrow, so don't worry my loves 🥰).]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass, @jaguarthecat

His kiss was gentle, cool lips sliding across yours once, then twice, with pressure enough to force you to open. Your soft cry was caught between your faces as he moved, sucking across your upper lip. You trembled in his arms, but his hand on the back of your head kept you grounded in place.

As if you would have wished to be anywhere else.

Your fingers grasped at the dense weave of his vest, urging him to come closer. You let out a disappointed sigh when he pulled away, his nose sliding against yours. It made you shiver. He must have been looking for you for a while outside, because he felt almost as cold as the air. 

“Gaz,” you sighed as he wrapped his arm tighter around your lower back, forcing your hips together. 

His hand on the back of your head slid down around to the side of your face, then down your neck. You shut your eyes, shiver running through you as he stole your warmth. 

“Look at me, baby,” he said, husky voice gentle but firm. 

You obeyed, fake lashes fluttering back open as he stroked the backs of his fingers down your neck. You swore you saw the same red flash in his eyes from before as he began to speak, but the more you tried to remember what he said, the murkier your memory became. He must have told you to go inside, because you remembered the distinctive sound of the screen door slamming behind you. Did he tell you to go upstairs? The stairs creaked under your boots, so he must have. 

Something of your mind returned to you as you stood at the foot of your bed. The room was cold, wind fluttering your curtains from the open window, and the whole house was dark. You could feel it. Only the shaded, yellow light from your bedside lamp lit the room. You looked down at your feet, still in your boots, and struggled to piece together why and how you let yourself do that. You hated wearing shoes in the house. 

The door scraping open on it’s hinges broke you out of that train of thought. You held your breath until the dark figure revealed himself to be Price. Only Price. Oh thank whatever god was looking down on you. You deflated, letting out a lungful of air in a relieved sigh. 

“Price,” you said, wiping a hand across your forehead, voice tinted with a bit of mania. “Am I glad to see you.”

Price didn’t answer you, only looking about your room. His eyes darted to all the corners, sweeping along the floor as he slowly paced toward you, movements slow and tactical. You let your hand fall from your head, smile slowly dying on your face. 

“Price?” you asked, eyebrows tensing together in confusion as he backed you up against your bed. He was silent as the grave, his presence alone making you shiver, that guilty pit hollowing your stomach and you hadn’t even-

One hand gripped your elbow, fingers tensing tight enough to make you wince. Your eyes flew wide, looking at his for any reasoning, any mercy, but you found only a hard, empty, stone-blue stare. You flinched as he reached up to your face with his pointer finger, drawing in a quick breath as he pressed it to your lips.

“What did he tell you to do?” he said, speaking clear and firm. 

You were confused until your mouth started to speak and you couldn’t stop yourself. Then, you were terrified. 

“Go inside,” you droned, panic spiking through you. This isn't you. You aren't the one in control. “Upstairs. To your bedroom. Open your window and turn on the light. Wait for me. Tell Price I said-” 

He pulled his finger away from your mouth before you could finish, sealing the rest of the message behind your stubbornly shut lips. His own mouth pressed into a thin line, his eyes burning holes in the floor. 

You felt sick. What . . . what was happening? How had . . . had Gaz? What had he done? What had Price just done? You heart hammered in your chest, more sacred now than you had been facing Brandon not a minute ago. Fuck, you’d rather face ten Brandon's, a room of them, even, than deal with this. 

“Price?” you whispered, trembling, fearful of what Gaz had done . . . what he had just done. Was there any escape? Who would you look to for help now?

Price answered with the press of his warm, worn hand to your cheek, thumb stroking soothingly over your skin.

“It’s okay, love. Everything is going to be okay,” he said soft and slow, icy eyes gone soft as he held your shaking form. He leaned down to brush his nose to yours, his mustache tickling your lips. “Done nothing wrong, just . . .” He broke away to collect his thoughts for a moment, before snapping back. He leaned in close enough this time for his lips to touch yours, eyes open just enough for the yellow shine behind you to catch on his iridescent blue. “Just didn’t expect our girl to be so much like us.”

Your hands caught in the stiff wool of his robe, a gasp sneaking out before his mouth closed over yours. His lips pressed to yours, a dance both hungry and delicate, holding himself back and beckoning you forward. The rough pinpricks of his facial hair had you mewling, writhing in his grip as his hands ran down your back, desperately trying to grab at your ass covered in silky black. 

There was a creak behind you. Price broke away first, you following a second later. Your eyes widened, watching Gaz pull himself through your open window, his foot on the loose boards just below. 

“Don’t mind me,” he said slinking up to the bed, tossing off his coat as he pulled himself up and across on his knees. 

He stopped between you and Price, who had pivoted you a half-turn, almost as if to put you on display. Gaz sat back on the heels of his shoes, picked something from between his oversized, red-tinged, canine, before flashing you that winning smile of his. You were sure he was trying to disarm you, calm you enough to release your death-grip from Price’s coat, but it wasn’t working. You could see the blood smeared across his mouth now, the faint red on his dark skin that he didn’t quite manage to wipe fully away. 

His smile fell, flopping into a frown as he tilted his head, following your eyes that darted back and forth between him and Price.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at you and then Price. “Did I interrupt?”

“No,” Price answered, face in the top of your head, large hand stroking down your hair. “Don’t think she understands quite yet, though.”

With that, he pulled you away from him, letting Gaz stroke at your cheek. You shivered. He had blood underneath his nails as well.

“Sorry I scared you, baby,” he cooed, shuffling closer as Price, your safety net, stepped farther away. You stood, stock-still and trembling, as Gaz pulled you into his arms, gently caressing your arms and shoulders, pecking kisses on your ear and cheek. “Didn’t want to do it, honest. Never controlled you before, I swear. Believe me, right? Just had to-” he sighed as you squirmed away from a kiss to your neck. “Had to take care of business, you know? Keep you safe.”

“You did what you had to do,” Price said, nodding and unbuttoning his long robe to reveal his plain street clothes beneath. He ran his hands down his legs, heavy eyes following as Gaz touched you. 

“Never would have let that monster hurt you,” Gaz snarled in your ear, a hiss escaping after as he ran his hands up your torso, stopping just below the ruffled bodice that contained your breasts. 

He drew in a shaking breath then leaned down to kiss the hinge of your jaw. You stopped breathing when he brought one hand up to wrap easily around the span of your neck, the silver pentagram charm of your choker dangling over his fingers.

There was another commotion behind you. All three of you turned to watch as Soap, with the least finesse possible, scrambled in through your window. He tripped over the sill, landing with a hard thump on the wooden floor. Gaz and Price laughed at their friend. Gaz muffled his chuckle in the crook of your neck, making you shiver from his cold skin.

“What I miss?” Soap asked, scrambling up from the floor, looking at each of you as he kicked off his shoes and stripped himself of his flannel.

Price waved him over, smothering his smirk. Soap didn’t hesitate, crawling across your bed on his hands and knees to occupy the space between Price and Gaz. He joined in immediately, hot, bold, hands joining Gaz’s as he settled in next to you. You whined, bowing off of Gaz, as he groped your breasts through the thin fabric. He was so warm. Soap groaned, a wolf-like whine squeaking in the back of his throat, as he squished your pebbled nipples in his large, hairy hands. 

“So pretty like this,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss from your clavicle to the swell of your breast as he palmed it in his hand. 

Your hand shot out, grabbing at his undershirt. With all your sapped strength, with everything in your scrambled mind, you balled your hand in the white fabric and pulled him toward you. With his surprised face a breath away from yours, you hissed a question at him.

“What. is. going. on.”

He looked at you confused, dark rings setting in around his pretty blue eyes, the color sinking until it was dark and yellow. He looked back at Price.

“You didn’t tell her?” he asked, receiving nothing but silence in return. “Should I-”

“Think she knows already,” Price interrupted, leaning forward to stand up. The bed jostled as he left, walking around to look at you writhing in Gaz and Soap’s arms before continuing. “Just doesn’t want to believe it.” With that, he continued walking around the foot of your bed and out of your eye sight. 

The two men’s touches became more bold, Gaz biting kisses down your neck as Soap ran his hands up and down your thighs, holding your leg open to paw at your panties. You heard Price close the window behind you, softly latching the antique frame shut before closing the curtain. He was always so careful and understanding with your house. You moaned when Soap suddenly pressed his fingers to your pussy, squishing at the wet fabric.

“Fuck, can ye’ smell that Gaz?” he groaned into your chest. 

Gaz nodded, huffing a breath into your ear. His hands finally found their way to your breasts, cool fingers rolling your already erect nipples between thumb and forefinger. You shivered as Soap swiped again and again across your clothed sex. 

“Ready,” Gaz groaned.

“Ripe,” Soap replied. You squealed, tears in your eyes, Gaz licking up the long column of your neck as you squirming in his lap, Soap shucking your panties off your hip. 

“Now now,” Price said calmly, pulling you backwards out of the two men’s grip like a delivering angel until you were seated against his chest. Soap and Gaz paid him no mind, working together to finish pulling your underwear off your legs. They each took a foot and removed your boots as well.

“No need to panic, right dove?” Price said, voice low and smooth as honey, tipping your head up with a hand under your jaw to force you to look into his eyes. There was something so syrupy sweet in the way he looked at you, eyes crinkling around the edges as you breathed in a sparkling, purple haze. “We’re here to protect you. Just want to share, understand?” 

Protect you . . . share . . . under-understand? His words swirled in your mind. Thrumming over and over as your pulse pounded behind your sleepy eyes. Your heart slowed. Your breathing regulated. You went slack in his arms. 

“Understand me, love?” he asked against your lips, finger stroking across your jaw as a blush bloomed across your cheeks. 

You nodded. You understood. He rewarded you with a kiss that had you trembling with need. Beautiful sparks lit up your body. You shivered as they fizzled across your skin, light dying as he pulled away, leaving you so cold and lonely once again. You whined, hands grabbing, clawing desperately, at what they could to pull him back: his thigh, arm, face-

He tapped twice on your jaw, making you stop. 

“Calm now, love,” he said nuzzling your nose while he placed your hands at your sides, resting on the bed like stones. “You’ll get more than enough soon, right Ghost?”

[eupheme]

mean wade or just him playfully making fun of you as he makes you cum consecutive times until you squirt? I'm so down bad for this man it's worrying 😭

Ohh I am 👀💖 anon! I went with a smug/teasing Wade for this (and also a sort-of follow-up to this fwb!wade drabble), I hope that is ok!! Thanks so much for sending this to me!

flood it | wade wilson x f!reader

800 words | multiple orgasms, fwb!wade, piv, squirting

It’s white against pink, as his lips stretch wide. Parting teeth as he pants, a stripe of red across his nose where his mask has been tugged up.

His scarred chin glossy. Smeared by the back of a hand, not more than ten minutes after he slipped through your bedroom window.

All too eager to answer your text. Still in his suit, grime worked into the creases as he laid you out on the floor of your room, unable to make it to your bed.

Your sleeping shorts had still been on, then - panties tugged to the side so his tongue could slip against your slit in greeting.

Record time, before your thighs were clamping around his ears, hips lifting into the air - hand stifling your cry.

The scarred tip of his cock rutting against your core, as your other hand clung to his wrist.

“Turned you a horny little monster, didn’t I?” He coos, “You still need it that bad?”

The sound of annoyance you make turns high, as he notches himself at your entrance - fitting every inch inside.

“S’okay.” It’s murmured out - just as he draws back, before hilting himself again, “I like that you can’t get enough.”

Another cry pulled from you, with the pump of his hips, the swirl of his fingers. Pleased - his lips meeting yours, halting the filth that pours from them.

He tastes like you, as you open for him, and that does more to you than it should. You can never resist him, that ache of want that lingers beneath your skin. Him and his mouth, and every inch of those six foot two inches, as he curves over you.

A hand splayed across the ankle that’s hooked against his shoulder. Near bending you in half, intent on finding the exact spot that has your nails sinking into the woven rug.

“There we fucking go. Bet you can give me another.” His hum low, when he finds it, “Bet I can make you gush all over my cock.”

You’re still not used to his enthusiasm. A late-night message sent in desperation that he was too eager to answer. Still intent on making up for all your supposed ‘lost time’.

Intent on making sure that your experiences with him eclipse all others.

“Can’t, Wade.” It’s sighed out - but even as his hips move, that dull twinge of overstimulation bleeds into pleasure, “Haven’t-“

But he only groans - the words husked out as eyes dip down to where you’re joined.

“You will for me.”

A greedy moment - his tone low. Possessive, for a flicker of a second, before he’s grinning.

“It was the request, after all,” He winks, his tongue peeking out, tasting you against his lips, “And I’m always happy to prove you wrong. Again, I might add.”

And maybe you want him too. Maybe it’s in the look you give him - heavy-lidded eyes, your hips lifting into the sharp snap of his.

A moan, at the slick way you grip him. Capturing your hand that slips down to help - pinning your wrists above your head.

“Uh uh.” Wade’s head shakes, “This is gonna be all me.”

The steady pound of his cock sending you higher, that deep pressure inside you building swiftly towards another peak.

“When your toes are cold because you ruined this rug by gushing all over it, you’re gonna be thinking about this.”

It makes you moan. This thing between you had gotten messy - deeper feelings caught somewhere between that first kiss to now. Don’t know how to tell him that he’s all you think about.

Not sure how to name the flip inside your belly - a tight, twisting ball of pleasure - so close to coming from just his cock. Your eyes wide as it begins to swell - his name whimpered out as you squirm on the floor beneath him.

“Fuck. Yes.” He pants, “Want you to fucking flood it, come on.”

Your gaze on his, when you do. Seeing how the white eyes of his mask widen - curving with his smile when your head tilts back.

Crying out, as he makes you come hard. As he fucks you through it, the sound filthy with the clap of his hips against yours. Leaking with each flutter of your cunt around his cock, dropping down to dampen the coarse hairs at the base of his cock.

Wade’s rhythm going sloppy as his ego soars - your foot slipping from his shoulder, wrapping around his waist just as his mouth presses to yours again.

Slick still leaking down his cock, the red leather at his groin glistening when he throbs inside you. Spilling with a rough groan, fingers pinching at your hips as he holds you flush.

Only then, does his other hand leave your wrists. Fingers entwining with yours instead, still keeping you pinned. A smirk, as he catches his breath.

“So.”

It’s huffed out, as the rock of his hips pushes another messy drip out of your cunt. His release and yours mixing together, just as it should.

“What else do you think you can’t do?”

[frmisnow]

summary. growing up with religious guilt had always made you rather avoidant of church, but a point comes where you feel like you have no one and must confess to well... anyone. you didn't expect to fall in love with the priest on the other side though !

warnings / includes. angst, alcoholism, themes of religious guilt, suggestive, inspired by fleabag

god loves you , just not enough to save you.

in the time where everything changes and you fuck up over and over, again and again — you yearn, crave thourly for patterns that remain alike. like the cigarettes you hold, that remind you of the burn marks on your skin or the alcohol, that turned you into a sort of alcoholic you promised yourself, you'd never become.

or would it be the cold cross that you haven't touched in years, which would finally save you out of your misery?

it cuts into your skin, leaves the same wounds it did once. you're weaker then you've ever been, so you let it. because at the same time, it's cooling against your heated skin. flush from the shots earlier, and the vodka bottle you just smashed onto the hard ground ahead of the church.

because damned be god for bringing you back to this place. you had promised, not just to yourself but him as well that you'd never enter it again. but who are you kidding? you were notourosly known for breaking promises.

the chapel is quiet, too quiet, and the echo of your footsteps sounds like the last word of a sinner's prayer. you can firmly feel your own shadow behind you, you want to ask it to reach it's black hands to the very you. end it once and for all, and let you burn in hell just to remind you of the fire that had once lingered in you, comforting and warm.

but you don't. you don't beg, instead sliding into the tiny, hollow space at the very back — the confessional.

"forgive me father, for what i have sinned.." you slur, leaning against the wall that seperates you and god knows who, because you need, you want to hear him breathe. not to see his face, because you couldn't bear looking at people anymore, but to hear him be there at least.

you don't await for a response, the alcohol in your system, just as always, making you speak before you think, "it's just- i feel like everything is going to shit. i have affectively pushed everyone and anyone out of my life, that i have even remotely cared about. and i- father, i- it's like i'm doing it on purpose, though i don't even want to."

you sigh, leaning against the wall even further, praying that hands would spawn out of the wood and embrace you, "i- fucking miss feeling," you pause, gulping, "loved."

"i want somebody to tell me what to do, exactly what for every aspect of my life. because," you groan, throwing your head back in frustration, "i don't want to make decisions anymore."

silence fills the wooden cabinet, deafening silence and you can feel something wet down your cheek.

"kneel."

you look up to the wooden wall once more ask you hear the request from the other side, your vision just a little blurry, as you croak, your voice just above an whisper, "what?"

“please, kneel,” he repeats, softer this time, yet firm. the authority in his tone makes you feel embraced because it's just what you asked for. please tell me what to do with myself, for eternity.

the creak of the cabinet door breaks through your thoughts, and before you can process it, he’s there, silhouetted in the dim light, casting a shadow that feels both holy and sinful.

he kneels to your level, close enough for you to inhale the heady scent of his cologne — rich, memorable, and everything you’ve been missing.

without thinking, you lean into him, your lips crashing against his in a desperate clash. it’s raw, fevered; every ounce of longing spills out in that one kiss. his hands find your face, grounding you, making you feel like maybe, just maybe, you’re worthy of this sacred act, this moment.

when he pulls away, your eyes remain closed but you can feel the thumb of his tracing over your bottom lip. it's like baptization, just a second time. please make me feel loved, pick up the pieces of me like the glass shambles of the vodka bottle outside, put them back together. fix me. you're the only one who can.

but you remain quiet once more and when you open your eyes, he's gone.

[luviwon]

SHOWER SEX | k.sn

kinktober day 26! back to the masterlist here!

☆ step brother!sunoo x reader

; “what about we just share this one today?” sunoo whisper into your ear, slowly taking more of your personal space inside the shower cabin. “let’s just wash these sinful desires of ours away here for now.”

genre ; smut (very small context + link because you seem to love these <3)

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and it goes like this. you enter the upstairs bathroom, closing the door behind you in a quick motion. you look at yourself in the mirror, a faint smile on your face as you begin to undress from your pjs. mornings showers are definitely not for everyone, but since you had such an important day ahead, you sacrificed an hour of sleep for that.

soon enough, your clothes were all lying on the bathroom floor, your body feeling slightly cold as to the low temperature in the house. but nothing that a hot shower can not fix, right? you turn on the shower, and the sound of water fills up the bathroom. at first, it’s cool, but it warms up quickly, sending steam spreading across the glass. you step in, feeling the hot water wake you up as it pours over your skin. the warmth relaxes you, washing away any nerves, just letting you focus on the moment.

you work shampoo into your hair, the scent filling the shower as bubbles build up in your hands. then you grab the body wash, lathering it over your skin in slow, easy motions. warm water rinses everything clean, leaving you refreshed. you feel relieved, almost like you found your safe space, and you close your eyes, leaning against the cabin wall as the water keeps painting your body.

maybe that’s why you didn’t notice when the bathroom door opened quietly, a figure standing across from you, on the other side of the glass.

but when you open your eyes, you see him there, sliding the door to the side so he can join you, a finger going up to his lips, guiding you to be quiet. you take a step back, gulping as you find yourself in the corner, gaze unable to move away from the body of your step brother, who did not bother to even knock at the door beforehand. the worst part? he didn’t wear anything now, which shouldn’t be weird since he is inside a shower, but next to you?

that makes it less natural.

you move your hands to your eyes, covering them without second thoughts, almost forgetting that your whole body was still exposed to him. but if you can’t see him, he can’t see you either, right? or that’s what you hoped for, before feeling a warmth growing closer to you, his abdomen against your chest as he is lowering his head to whisper sweet thoughts inside your ear.

“i know you want this just as much as i do”

and that’s when you spread your fingers apart, looking at him through the gap formed there. sunoo is all a smirk, like he was so confident on himself, maybe even knowing how you spy on him when he touches himself? or when you peek through the door when he has a girl over, watching him fuck her rough and wishing it was you? maybe, just maybe there was a small chance of him knowing some of this stuff.

“baby…talk to me”, he whispered again into your ear, right hand grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. he intentionally pushes his body against you, to make you feel how hard he is already, as you refused to look at him when he stepped in. you gulp again, burying your head in his chest, unable to process what’s happening. this felt like a fantasy, like a written fiction.

“let’s just wash these sinful desires of ours away here for now.” are the last words before your step brother turns you around to face the glass, your tits pressed hard against it, while he is getting to stretch you out for, well, as long as you can take it.

[nakylvr]

Loved the last one!! Can you do one for Dani taking backshots?

YES 👹

— 몸메 (MOMMAE) 🛡️

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, sub!daniela, dom!reader, f!reader, backshots, reader calls her a slut once or twice

minors do not interact

despite daniela's attempts at proving to you that she's a stone cold top, saying there's no way she would let you change that. well, that was before a night out with you, accidentally "flirting" with someone according to you, which resorted in what was happening now.

dani's face is shoved into the pillow below her, strings of moans leaving her lips as you pound into her from behind. "f-fuck, 'ts too m-much!"

"too much?" you have a shit eating grin on your face as you watch her completely unfold before you. "but baby, we're just getting started." your hips snap into hers, your pace quickening solely to hear her more. "you're the one who was being a fucking slut tonight."

she tries to shake her head, struggling to respond past her moaning that's only getting louder when you push down on her back causing her to arch and go deeper inside her. "i-i wasn't a s-slut," her words come out muffled in the pillow, drool trailing from her mouth as her eyes roll back into her head.

"yeah, sure," you say sarcastically, scoffing. "just be grateful i didn't fuck you back there when you were flirting with that girl." you slap her ass firmly, hearing the whine she lets out making you do it again.

your words along with the tone in your voice have daniela's head spinning with the feeling of your strap filling her up deliciously. she's crumbling apart underneath you, and all she can think about is how good it feels with you fucking her like this. "fee-feels so good, o-oh my god!"

"i know," you respond tauntingly, pushing your strap even deeper inside of her. you grab ahold of her hair and pull on it, causing her to let out a whine, trying to keep herself up with her arms. "just admit it baby, you love taking my cock and being fucked like a slut," you make a ponytail with her hair and yank her up so her back is pressed against your chest. "say it and i'll let you cum."

daniela gasps when you pull her up by her hair, tilting her head back to look up at you. her arm reaches blindly for you, grabbing one of your arms and digging her nails into your skin. she can feel her climax approaching, and she knows you well enough to know you're serious about her having to tell you what you want to hear. "i l-love your co-cock ngh a-and being fucked like a slut, pl-please let me cum, please!" her moans are coming out whinier as she nears the point of coming, tears welling in her eyes at everything she's feeling.

your hand lets go of her hair and slides down between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing quick circles vigorously as your thrusts become more erratic and hips stuttering at the thought of her coming undone for you. "go on, cum all over my cock, princess," you murmur into her ear. "such a good girl for me."

dani's eyes roll back at the feeling of you hitting that special spot inside her and rubbing her clit, her eyes fluttering closed as she lets out a high pitched moan, coming all around your strap. she whimpers as you slow to a stop before pulling out of her and her legs tremble causing her to lay down on the bed, panting heavily as she comes down from her high. you quickly discard the strap from around your hips and lay down next to her, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close to you.

"you okay?" you ask her, moving her hair from her face as she looks back at you with dazed eyes.

"yeah," she nods shortly. her legs tangle with yours as she puts her face in the crook of your neck. "maybe i'll let you do this more often," she mumbles.

"seeing how much you liked it, i'm sure you will," you smile even though she can't see it. "i love you, dani."

"i love you too."