#the places that smell the most of his musk 💖💖💖💖💖

[gojoest]

when he’s all sweaty and musky and hugs you and you smell like him too 💖💖💖💖💖

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 6 - Something New~

For @palfriendpatine66 💖

Devour Me - 2,339 Rating: E Content: Established Relationship / Explicit Sexual Content / Anal Fingering / Rimming / First Time Rimming / First Time / Come Eating / Facials / Competent Anakin Skywalker

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“You’ve said you’ve done this before.”

“Just a few times.”

“What does a few times mean, Anakin?”

“I don’t know? A few times.”

“Give me a number.”

Anakin sighed and rolled his eyes. For a moment Obi-Wan knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of an instructor who was deliberately vague just for the sake of being frustrating, and resented himself.

“Two,” Anakin eventually said. He settled back between Obi-Wan’s legs, his fingertips still painting idle swirls on to Obi-Wan’s knees. “And before you ask who, I’m not saying. I’m allowed to have some secrets.”

“No, you’re not.” Anakin quirked a brow, and it was Obi-Wan’s turn to sigh. “Well, I suppose you’re allowed some. Especially if they involve other people.”

Sitting up slightly, Obi-Wan moaned when Anakin’s hand dropped between his legs and started stroking his neglected length. He’d almost forgotten that they’d stopped in the middle of sex to discuss their next move.

“You said you’d let me…” Anakin mumbled, his lashes fluttering as he looked at Obi-Wan. His innocent, almost doleful expression was ruined by the smallest of smirks that crept up along the corner of his lips. “C’mon, Master… let me tongue you open.”

Sucking back a mouthful of muggy air, Obi-Wan gripped the bedding as his cock spilled across Anakin’s knuckles. Anakin squeezed his cock, pulling out more as he continued to stare at Obi-Wan through heavy lidded eyes. Obi-Wan had had sex with other people - it wasn’t as if he was new to it all. But he was new to this - this quote-un-quote rimming that Anakin had been going on about for the past few weeks. He’d whine against Obi-Wan’s temple, hands greedy as he groped Obi-Wan’s ass, begging him to let him taste him; slide his tongue along his rim and kiss him in his most intimate of places.

At first Obi-Wan had been repulsed, the thought of having someone’s mouth - his former Padawan’s mouth, no less - against his hole. But then he thought about what it would be like to do that to Anakin - to taste the salt across his skin, smell the musk that clung to the curls of hair that splashes along his groin, and feel every inch of his body beneath his tongue and along his lips.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan got it.

But getting it on a purely academic level, and practicing it out in the wild were two different things.

“You cleaned yourself, didn’t you?” Anakin asked. He was still stroking Obi-Wan, steady movements that belied the tense tenor in their bond. Anakin was excited about the prospect, his presence in the Force like that before a battle, high-strung and off-kilter, maddening and world-destroying if not carefully maintained.

And it was all over Obi-Wan’s hole.

He supposed he should be flattered.

“I did,” Obi-Wan said. “It would be a shame, I suppose, for me to have wasted all that time…”

Anakin grinned and shuffled down the bed, dropping Obi-Wan’s heavy cock back on to his belly. “See - now you’re thinking.”

“I’m always thinking.”

Anakin grinned from between Obi-Wan’s legs. “Maybe that’s your problem, Master. You think too much.” He applied a wet kiss to Obi-Wan’s inner thigh, eyelids fluttering closed as he licked a stripe from the crook of his leg up to the middle of his thigh. When he opened his eyes again his pupils had swallowed up the blue of his iris. “Get a pillow and put it under your hips…”

A little stroke of excitement went through Obi-Wan at the thought of doing what Anakin asked. Not that he’d ever admit it - even under penalty of death - but there was something thrilling about giving himself over to Anakin, following his guidance and his requests with trembling hands and a heat thick in his stomach. A Master needed to trust his Padawan, after all. It was a relationship of give and take, of balance, and of respect.

With that in mind, Obi-Wan grabbed a pillow and put it beneath his hips, raising them slightly before dropping back down. Prone like this it was easy to try and shy away, but Anakin’s hands remained steady on his legs, keeping them spread apart as he lowered his head and stared.

“You’ve seen my hole before,” Obi-Wan remarked as he dropped his head back down to the pillow that remained at the headboard.

“It deserves to be admired, Obi-Wan…” Anakin said softly, a lilt of adoration in his voice. “You deserve to be admired.”

“How come that silver tongue of yours only comes out when you’re debasing yourself?”

Anakin nipped Obi-Wan’s inner-thigh. “Shut up.”

“You know that’s almost impo—”

Anakin gripped Obi-Wan’s cheeks and spread them apart before blowing against his hole. A shockwave of arousal ran through him, his cock spilling out on to his belly as Anakin’s breath tickled him.

“See…” Anakin mumbled, his voice far too smug, “you can shut up.”

Sitting up on his elbows, Obi-Wan glared down at Anakin. But his ire was soon lost when he took in the sight before him. Anakin was still resting between Obi-Wan’s legs, broad hands holding him open as he stared at Obi-Wan’s entrance, bottom lip wet with spit as he peeked his tongue out. His lids were heavy, golden lashes fluttering across pink cheeks as he devoured Obi-Wan with his gaze alone, longing skittering through his Force signature to settle in Obi-Wan’s cock.

He touched himself idly as he took in Anakin’s appearance.

Maybe this was a good idea…

“Kiss me,” Obi-Wan whispered in an inspired feat of confidence.

Anakin let out a pitiful moan before he pitched forward and did just that. Obi-Wan jerked away suddenly at the feeling, but Anakin’s arms shot up and around his legs, hands firm across his hips, locking him in place as he applied another kiss to his entrance. This one was slow and lazy, his tongue peeking out at the end to touch his rim, and Obi-Wan let out a groan that melted with Anakin’s whimper.

Falling back on to the bed, he squeezed his eyes shut and curled his toes as Anakin made-out with his hole, his lips sucking and rubbing, tongue sliding along the whorled muscles before pushing gently. Running a hand through his hair Obi-Wan tugged, grounding himself to the situation as he continued to stroke his cock while Anakin did whatever it was he was doing.

“Fuck,” Anakin said when he pulled away, voice ragged and wet as he nuzzled Obi-Wan’s balls, kissing them as well, “Force, Obi-Wan… I love your hole.”

“Closest thing you’ll get to being inside me,” Obi-Wan mumbled, and was treated to another beautiful, desperate moan and Anakin’s lips once again around him.

He continued his desperate ministrations, licking and sucking at Obi-Wan’s entrance, occasionally running his tongue from the base of his tailbone to his balls, wetting down the dense thickets of hair. He was huffing slightly, breath hot against Obi-Wan’s sweat and spit slick skin, nose pressing firmly against Obi-Wan’s taint.

“Wish so badly I could be a part of you,” Anakin said against Obi-Wan’s entrance. He kissed him again, tongue undulating before he sucked. The sound was obscene, made even more-so by Obi-Wan’s grunt of pleasure that ripped through him without recourse. “Wish I could be in you, carried inside you, joined to you. I wish I could be a piece of you like your heart is.”

Obi-Wan bit the inside of his cheek as Anakin continued his adoration, tongue slick and lips wet, teeth slightly sharp as he nipped at his hole before kissing and sucking, mouth wide open as he ravaged Obi-Wan. The sensations were exhilarating and impure, Anakin’s actions and his desperation colliding with Obi-Wan’s own desires; Obi-Wan’s desperation to be consumed and admired, essential in every aspect of Anakin’s life, combined with the crushing hunger of Anakin’s need for Obi-Wan and everything he was.

At some point in time he’d started holding himself open for Anakin, hands tucked beneath his knees as he spread his legs and angled his hips, desperate for Anakin’s mouth upon him. His cock remained hard and leaking, pressing against his belly, foreskin pulled back to expose the ruddy head that leaked all over him. He wondered, briefly, if the other two Anakin had done this with had inspired such passion in Anakin. And then he decided that no, they couldn’t possibly have.

What they had was special.

“You taste so good,” Anakin said as he came up for air. His cheeks were flush, lips red and puffy, jaw rubbed raw and coated in spit. “Do you like it?” he continued. “Do you like my mouth on your hole, my tongue inside you? Do you, Master?”

Anakin was taking in greedy mouthfuls of air, the motion familiar but in a different setting - hands upon the hilts of their practice blades, skin slick with sweat, Anakin’s curls a beautiful mess as he stared at Obi-Wan with the same determination he wore now. And the same as now he needed reassurance; needed to be told he was good and had performed well. Perhaps he needed Obi-Wan’s approval more than any of this.

He started thumbing Obi-Wan’s over-sensitive hole, touch insistent as he rubbed and pushed, sliding the tip of his thumb in before pulling out. Obi-Wan was wet and loose from his ministrations alone, which made his cock leak again both with arousal and a hint of shame.

Swallowing down his own embarrassment, Obi-Wan simply reached down to spread himself again. “I love it, Anakin. I adore the way your tongue feels across my skin, your desperate breath between my legs, how you debase yourself all for the pleasures of me… of your Master.” And then, because he knew it would be the final coil unbound. “You’re such a good Padawan, darling.”

Anakin’s brows furrowed, a desperate keening sound breaking past his lips before he hefted Obi-Wan’s hips up so that Obi-Wan was practically curled in on himself. With another groan he fell forward, mouth wide open as he started up again, tongue slick against Obi-Wan’s hole, breath hot across his taint, teeth sharp as he nipped and bit, sucked and licked.

Two fingers joined in, Anakin pushing them into Obi-Wan’s sloppy hole, the sound of them mixing with Anakin’s moans and the suction of his lips. He continued to lick Obi-Wan’s hole even as he fingered him, spreading him wide only to lick inside as far as he could go. Gasping, Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut and held on for dear life, his hands covering Anakin’s as they held him open together, cock dropping thick rivulets of precome across his face, coating him in his filth.

This felt good. Better than Anakin had described it being.

And he could never, ever let Anakin know it.

“I’m close,” he gritted out. His shoulders and neck ached as Anakin bore down on him, pulling him apart kiss by kiss, desperate moan by desperate moan. “Come on, darling. Just a little more. Keep going. Keep tonguing me open - that’s a lad. Come on… make me come all over myself.”

Anakin let out a frustrated groan and sucked on Obi-Wan’s hole, his hand dropping to stroke Obi-Wan’s cock as he licked and suckled, cheeks hollowing before—

Obi-Wan came with a loud groan, eyes squeezed shut as ribbons of come splashed across his face and chest, thick and hot across his already flushed skin. Opening his mouth he caught a bit of it, moaning again as the taste of himself flooded his tongue. Opening his eyes as he finished, Obi-Wan noted that Anakin had stopped eating him out and was instead staring down at him with hungry, unfocused eyes.

“Let go of my hips,” Obi-Wan said, voice still raw as he was dropped back down with caring hands.

Relaxing on to the bed, he held his arms open for Anakin who collapsed on top of him with a heavy grunt. Immediately Anakin was kissing and licking his way across Obi-Wan’s face, collecting the come that stained his face, desperate little gasps breaking past his lips as he rutted inelegantly against Obi-Wan’s hip. When they kissed Anakin came, a sob breaking through as Obi-Wan tugged at his hair and stroked his back, easing him through his pleasures as they lazily rolled their tongues together.

When Anakin was done he dropped his head down to Obi-Wan’s shoulder, face pressed against the crook of his neck, breath evening out as he was cradled in Obi-Wan’s arms.

Obi-Wan didn’t think he’d ever be quiet used to Anakin’s duality. At once a demigod full of power and conviction, who took what he wanted and withheld nothing in the pursuit of his pleasures and desires. And at the same time he was still just a young, mortal man, desperate for connection, needing only to be held and told that he was worth something.

That he was worth everything.

And Obi-Wan would give everything to him.

“So…” Anakin lifted his head and stared down at Obi-Wan, “I was right, hm? Felt good…”

Well, almost everything.

“It was fine” he said with a mild shrug, “though I did almost get come in my eye. And I’m going to have to go see the temple doctors about my shoulders - I can already feel them cramping. You also need to brush your teeth before you even think about going anywhere afterward. It reeks.”

Anakin glared. Obi-Wan smiled and patted his cheek.

“Next time you’re doing all the work,” Anakin grumbled.

Now that was something Obi-Wan was willing to give.

[sensei-venus]

Smut you say? I mean sure!

Just imagine Hawk and reader at a party but they can't even take their hands off of each other. The place is crowded and loud and people are watching them but they're acting like they're the only people there. They just slip away for a Quickie but it ends up being the filthiest loudest sex for a good hour or more. Like some people don't even remember if they left the party or not if anyone asks. Like Hawk and reader just forgot about the party, too invested in each other if anyone walks by the room they're In, they'll definitely hear him telling her how good she's taking him or hear her crying out for him. They're also shamelessly doing it in the host's bed or somewhere else they're definitely not supposed to be. No one should try to stop them because they won't care either. Hawk wants everyone to know what they did when they walk out of that room. He wants everyone to know how good he gave it to her. She's leaning on him when they walk back out to the party and get some drinks. Her neck looks like she got attacked by a wild animal and if Hawk's shirt moves the right way, everyone will see the deep red scratches up and down his back. These two are just very passionate about each other 😅😈😏 they also left a huge mess wherever they were

I left out the details so you can use your imagination on what exactly went down 😈 have fun

- gemini sensei 💖

(Language,Unprotected Sex,Drinking, Implied slight drinking & driving??) (Unedited) @gemini-sensei

Yasmin airbb was overcrowded, even for one of her regular parties. The crowed of teens didn't stop coming. It had been hours since the part had actually officially started and there where no signs of it stopping any time soon. The house reeked of overpriced perfume and cologne along with the musk of pure teenage bo. The smell was almost as over powering as the alcohol that littered the place, red cups thrown across the house, hall filled with cheap strong booze or the overly sugary jungle juice that Moon made, opting to completely fuck everyone up in only two or three cups.

Hawk and his girlfriend didn’t care though. Moon invited them and they showed up, they chose to spend most of their night in a corner together. Hawk drinking a beer or two while his girlfriend nursed a cup of the sugary alcohol mix. No one bothered them as they sat in the corner in a plush recliner, his girlfriend draped across his lap as they drank together. Hawk openly grouped his girlfriends thick thighs, hands running over her clothed rolls and up to her ample breasts. Her eyes only moved to watch her boyfriends hard facial features thought the night.

Her finger tips traced his jaw as he looked up at her from his spot under her.

“Want to go up to one of the rooms and have some fun?”

That was all it took for Hawk to down the rest of his beer and throw it somewhere in the crowed living room. His girlfriend sat her now empty cup down somewhere as she got up from Hawk’s lap, a split second later she was being pulled by the hand and across the room. The two quickly made it up the stairs in search of a free room. Luckily after checking two room they finally found a empty one and slid in. Hawk caught some random guys eye from the hall way before slipping into the room himself and locking the door.

“You good? Like your consenting to me fucking you right now, in the middle of one of Yas shitty ass party’s right?”

His girlfriends giggle was like music to his ears as he kissed across her exposed chest.

“Yes I am. You know I only had like one of those stupid cups, I’m fine. I think it’s cute that you asked though.”

“Uhh consent is sexy shut up.”

Hawk grunted as he worked his pants down along with his boxers. His dick had been hard for a good half a hour before she had asked to have a quickie. For a good moment he thought he might have to go jerk off in the bathroom if she hadn’t asked. His dick was hard and painfully full, he was already dribbling pre. He hissed as he jerked himself a few times, sucking fat hickies into her soft skin. His hands grouped around her body. His fingers found the edge of her tight dress and made quick work of it, pulling the fabric up under her heavy bust. She moaned as he worked her underwear down her thick thighs, successful when he was able to get them down and halfway off one of her legs before going back to the real fun at hand.

Long fingers trailed between her wet folds, dipping into her lips and finding her clit. She let out a loud moan as fingers circle her hard clit. Moments later two of his fingers where thrusting into her slit, her pussy working against him with every thrust. His fingers scissoring her open.

The moment he actually thrusted into her, he could careless what was happening outside that bedroom door. He didn’t care who heard them, the way he grunted out with every thrust and every moan that slipped from his lips. If he really wanted he could have just shoved his fingers into her mouth so no one could hear her babbling.

“Hawk HAwk HAWK!! Come on come on, make me cum baby! Please please please!” Her screams echoed around the room as Hawk’s thrusts grew harder and faster. He could feel her juice’s covering his pelvis and thighs with every trust. Her tight pussy pulling him in, trying to milk him with every movement. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled his head, her wet thighs and ass bouncing off his hip with every thrust. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him even deeper.

Hawk felt her tight hole clench around his shaft with ever thrust he made. He knew she was close. Her voices only grew louder as one of his hands reached between them to rub at her clit. A few thrust’s later and she was creaming on his dick. Her legs locking around him and forcing him to stay still inside her. Hawk could only grunt and let out a small “ Fuck babe.” As he shot his thick load into her used cunt. They both lay panting for a moment. Hawk’s face buried in her tits as they laid there.

After a few minutes they redressed, Hawk could tell that if anyone looked at her they would know she had just been railed. He also knew it was only a matter of time before his load of cum stated to drip out of her. No matter how much he fingered it back into her pretty used cunt. It was still going to drip out with every movement she made, her skimpy panties could only keep so much of his load in before it would completely oozed though and start to spill down her pretty thigh’s.

He smirked as they quickly made their way out of the room, leaving it a mess, the bed now covered in sweat and a mix of their cum and fluid’s. Hawk lead her down the stairs, completely ignoring the stares that followed the couple. He could only smirk as his girlfriend hung off of his arm as they walked into the heart of the party once again.

“Can I get one more cup of that juice?”

“You can have one, but we are taking it to go. I want to fuck another load into you in the back of the car before we go home.”