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The Taste of Shame (4)

[ dom!modern • Aemond x friend sister • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, oral sex, smut, angst, domination, remorse, doubts related to sexual life ]

[ description: Aemond works as a professional dom, fulfilling the various fantasies of his female clients - however, he guards his privacy and does not enter into any relationships with them, recognizing that he does not want or need it. It turns out that what he wants and what he doesn’t no longer matter when he meets his friend’s younger sister for the first time. Slow burn, sexual tension, doubts related to sex work. ]

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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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He woke up throughout the night, opening his eyes to make sure that what had happened was not a dream − he felt hot in his heart when he realised that she was lying right next to him, cuddled into his chest, wrapped in his arms.

He listened to her calm breathing, gently stroking her hair, not wanting to accidentally wake her up.

He had never let any woman stay overnight in his flat before.

He looked at her as if half asleep, at her gentle face, and thought about what they had done, how much she had tried for him, how much pleasure and satisfaction she had given him.

He thought he wanted to give her something too, to reciprocate her efforts, to give her the feeling that it wasn't going to be just her forever having to satisfy his needs and his fantasies, experiencing fulfilment only in the process.

Vanilla, soft sex was not his domain when it came to women indifferent to him, as he had no affection for them − such a form of intimacy did not seem exciting to him and he would get nothing out of it for himself.

However, looking at her, he was filled with tenderness and care, with the conviction that just watching her melt before him in pleasure would give him satisfaction.

That was why, as soon as she woke up in the morning after a few minutes of cuddling and kissing, he proposed to her that they take a shower together.

The two of them stood under a stream of pleasantly warm water, gently exploring each other's bodies with their hands, able to look at each other at last, placing loud, sticky kisses on each other's lips once in a while.

She could see perfectly well that he was hard and it wasn't just to do with his morning erection − she was beautiful, sweet and sleepy, melting in his arms as his fingers began to tease and rub her puffy clit with gentle, slow strokes.

"− oh −" She mumbled, looking up at him uncertainly with her lips slightly parted, apparently waiting for his commands, which aroused him even more, but she didn't hear any − he simply looked at her.

"− now we will take care of you − hm? − no prohibitions except what we talked about −" He murmured and she nodded quickly, knowing that he didn't like being held too tightly or being locked in an embrace that seemed too limiting.

He kissed her forehead, sliding the tip of his finger gently inside her fleshy, hot walls, rubbing and squeezing with a repetitive circular motion her spot hidden between her muscles − she moaned quietly, looking away, her thighs beginning to respond to the touch of his hand with rocking, demanding more intense caresses.

"− so impatient −" He cooed, leaned in and kissed her, her lips greedily reciprocating his gesture, her hands sinking into his hair, running down his cheek and neck.

A pleasant shudder ran through him, his cock pulsed hard and slapped against her belly, also demanding attention.

He turned off the water and took her in his arms, returning with her to his bedroom, laying down between her thighs.

"− I won't stop until you come − agreed? −" He gasped and she nodded, swallowing loudly, all red, her hips quivering in his hands.

He murmured and sank his face between her plushy thighs, her womanhood all moist from her moisture and water − his lips brushed gently her clit and began to lick and suck on it. She mewled loudly, arching back, her hands entwined in his hair, holding him close.

"− please −" She mumbled, and he felt her moan in his erection, all swollen and leaking with his precum − he took it in his hand and gave it couple quick squeezes at the root, sliding his tongue deep inside her puffy slit.

She moaned helplessly, opening her mouth wide, her nipples hard and popping, evidence of how much pleasure he was giving her, her hips bucking to meet his caresses.

With slow, decisive strokes of the tip of his tongue he massaged and rubbed the spot in her core that he had pressed with his finger earlier while his nose teased her clit − he could feel her hot walls clenching around nothing, her breathing increasingly ragged and accelerated.

"− Aemond −" She mewled, and he murmured loudly, jerking off faster and faster, licking her moisture with a hum of delight, thinking about the fact that she was only his, that he was the one she desired.

"− please, fuck me −" She cried out, and he lifted his shocked gaze to her, licking his lips, stopping in half-motion, feeling his cock pulsate painfully hard in his hand at her words.

"− say it again −" He said quietly, and she looked up at him pleadingly, writhing beneath him.

"− please, fuck me − fuck me − fuck me −" She babbled as he immediately guided the fat head of his cock to her swollen, throbbing entrance, panting along with her, and rooted into her with one sure thrust.

"− is that all my sweet girl wants? − cock inside her tight leaking pussy? −" He exhaled between one aggressive push and the next, resting his hands on either side of her head − she sobbed loudly and nodded, spreading her thighs wide in front of him, running her hands over his buttocks, making him shudder.

"− yes − please − oh God −" She mumbled with difficulty with her eyes closed and lips parted, looking up at him dreamily − with each of his thrusts her breasts bouncing gently, he watched her figure as if enchanted, pounding into her, opening her wide on his cock.

"− look at you − how well you take me − you deserve a reward −" He chuckled, speeding up his pace, clamping his hands on her hips − he kneeled in front of her, slamming into her with sure, brutal thrusts at such an angle that every time his tip slid into her again she sobbed with pleasure.

"− my cum all for you, deep inside you − would you like that? −" He gasped and she nodded her head on the brink of orgasm, responding with a rocking of her hips to each of his thrusts, he could feel her walls squeeze him greedily.

"− please − m close −" She mewled, and he licked his lips, feeling that the sight of her like this, helpless, eager for him to fuck her good made him know that he himself was about to come.

"− cum on my cock, baby − that's it, that's my good girl −" He cooed as she cried loudly, her body shook with fulfilment and pleasure, she tried to push him away but he sped up, not letting her escape, feeling that her weeping cunt was sucking him inside.

"− lay still − let me fill you − yes, take it, theeere you go −" He gasped coming inside her with a sigh of relief, feeling his semen squirt inside her − he was surprised at how strangely peaceful this experience was, it seemed so innocent, so right.

"− fuck −" He mumbled falling on top of her, panting along with her, proud of himself, looking at her expectantly.

"− did you like it? −" He whispered like an excited child who was waiting for praise, and she nodded quickly, looking at him with misty eyes, her lips parted in a heavy breath.

"− yes −" She whispered, gently stroking his cheek with her hand.

"− was it tiring for you? −" She asked uncertainly, and he chuckled under his breath, running his thumb over her lip.

"− I'm afraid I'll never get tired of listening to you begging me to fuck you − you've just fulfilled one of my fantasies −" He murmured, and she swallowed loudly, all red, pressing her lips together. He kissed her and she sighed heavily, tired as if she had run a marathon.

"You can choose what you have for breakfast − scrambled eggs or toast."

They spent the morning together, then both separated and each wandered off to their classes − they agreed not to speak to each other for twenty-four hours to cool down and distance themselves from what had happened between them.

He wanted her to think things through properly without his presence, he was afraid that otherwise she would feel trapped.

It didn't change the fact that he'd been dying all day, fighting with himself not to text her, to simply say that she was wonderful, that in his wildest dreams he'd never suspected he'd ever be able to have this kind of sudden, unprecedented closeness with anyone.

However, he decided that he would not break his own rules and waited patiently until the next day.

She did not write to him.

He began to worry and wonder, feeling discomfort at the thought that perhaps he had overreacted after all, that he had over-sexualised the meeting, as if that was all he cared about, where he wanted something more.

He feared that once she had cooled down she felt objectified and used.

He clicked on his phone's display from time to time, pretending to listen to a lecture, his knee bouncing in a nervous gesture. He swallowed loudly, glancing at Robert.

"How are you doing? How's your sister?" He asked casually, feigning indifference as they left the hall.

Robert looked at him puzzled, completely not expecting this question, however, he didn't see anything inappropriate in it and clearly needed to get something out.

"I'm fine, and as for her, well... she's been behaving strangely. She was at a friend's house for the night, and after she came home she seemed sad and stressed, but she wouldn't tell me what happened." He muttered, and he felt a tightness in his throat and a cold sweat on his back, his heart starting to pound like crazy.

What had happened? What was she thinking about? Why hadn't she spoken to him, hadn't she wanted to share her doubts with him?

After their brief conversation, he said he would go out into the yard to smoke − he took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket along with a lighter and lit it with a quick, impatient gesture, slipping it into his mouth beforehand, taking a deep drag.

He exaggerated.

He'd let himself get carried away by his euphoria, allowed her to feel that he was all about sex.

FUCK!

He pressed his lips together, thinking despairingly that for some reason he wanted to cry.

Should he write to her or not?

If she wanted to, she'd write to him − maybe she felt it was a mistake and wanted to distance herself? Or maybe she didn't talk to him because she thought he didn't really want her to, that he had done what he wanted with her and didn't need anything more?

He clenched his eyelids as he let the air out loudly through his nose, swallowing hard, feeling an unpleasant tightness in his stomach as if he was about to vomit.

Why couldn't he be normal?

Why, instead of fucking her that morning, hadn't he just hugged her, talked to her while stroking her hair, focusing only on simple tenderness without subtext?

That's what she needed then, not sex.

He pulled out his phone quickly and started typing to her with a cigarette in his mouth, feeling his hands tremble.

He sighed wearily and swallowed loudly, feeling that he'd fucked things up with his purely physical approach, with his dominant, perpetually wanting more nature stifling her natural innocence.

He pressed his lips together seeing that she had displayed his message − he waited a few minutes, but she didn't write anything back.

He tucked his phone into the inside pocket of his leather jacket, smoking his cigarette to the end, thinking with regret that he didn't deserve what she wanted to give him, that he was clearly not mature enough to accept it.

He shuddered as he sat down in the hall for the next lecture and heard his phone vibrate − he took it quickly out of his pocket as if his life depended on it and unlocked the keypad with a hard pounding heart seeing the message from her.

He swallowed loudly, writing her back quickly.

They'd made arrangements for her to come to his place immediately after her classes − he'd finish an hour before her, so he'd have time to clean up quickly. He was terrified of what she was going to say to him.

Usually he was the master of the situation, but in this case he felt small and powerless.

Vulnerable.

He opened immediately when he heard her quiet knock on the door and let her in − they greeted each other awkwardly without embracing.

After he offered her some water to drink they both sat on his sofa in the living room without touching each other; she did not look at him and he could see that she was pale. When she finally lifted her gaze to him he saw that her lower lip was trembling, her eyes were red.

He felt a tightness in his throat and an ache in his heart, knowing that she had suffered because of something he had done.

"− I − I don't know how I feel about what happened − at the time, when it was happening, it was so pleasant, but when I came home − I felt empty − I don't know why, I can't explain it, I −" She whispered in a trembling voice and he felt his jaw clench, his eyebrows arch in pain.

He thought he was about to cry himself.

"− I know − I know, forgive me − I − I don't know what was going through my head to start all of this like this −" He muttered, trailing his fingers along the armrest of his couch in an involuntary, nervous gesture, not looking at his hand.

"− it's just − it's just something I know − something I'm confident in − I don't think I could show you the enormity of my interest in you otherwise − how much you affect me −" He choked out in a trembling voice, thinking it was pathetic − he swallowed hard and covered his face with his hand, trying not to burst into tears.

"If I stayed with you tonight…would you be able to hold back? Just hug me?" She asked in a breaking voice, looking at him pleadingly − he looked at her in pain and nodded, clenching his hand into a fist.

She moved a little closer to him and he stared at her with hope, only to find a moment later he was already holding her tightly in his arms, her face snuggled into his chest, looking as if she was trying to hide inside him, as if she needed confirmation that he would protect her, also from himself.

"I'm so sorry. Sex is the only way I have ever shown my emotions to women. I…I think I just need to open up to the fact that they can also be shown in other ways. To step out of my comfort zone, just like you stepped out of it for me. Will you give me another chance? One more first night?" He asked in a whisper, kissing her sweet-smelling, soft hair again and again, stroking her head and back.

She nodded.

He let out a loud breath with a feeling of numbing relief.

They didn't feel like watching or doing anything and just went to his bedroom. She got his T-shirt to wear, which she changed into in his toilet − although the sight of her in his clothes immediately made him completely hard, he didn't let it show, just reaching out to her with his hand.

She smiled at him shyly, just as she had when he had first seen her and he felt the heat in his chest. She let him pull her close and snuggled into him, while he was lying in his T-shirt and the sweatpants he always slept in.

He turned off the lamp and faced her, letting her sink into his body, enclosing her in the embrace of his arms, sighing quietly, closing his eyes.

He could hear her quiet breathing and the sound of cars driving past his window, the ticking of the small watch on his bedside table. Her warmth emanated in all directions, her scent filling his entire lungs, calming him despite his arousal, making him feel some kind of bliss and relief.

She was beside him, in his arms.

She didn't scold him.

He stroked his fingers through her hair, playing with her curls without opening his eyes, and heard her quiet murmur of contentment − he smiled involuntarily under his breath.

"Do you like it when someone strokes your head?" He murmured softly, smoothing her, nuzzling his cheek into her hair, remembering that she had also stroked him then, after the lecture, when he had told her about what he was doing.

She nodded, snuggling into him more, embracing him around his waist, her hands starting to run down his spine making a pleasant shiver run through him.

He'd never been this close to anyone before.

"Yes. When I was a child my mother used to stroke my head when I couldn't fall asleep. I loved it." She whispered, and he kissed the top of her head, snuggling his nose into her hair, taking in her scent.

"− then I'll do it every night from now on −" He whispered and heard her smile − she nodded and he embraced her tighter, stroking her head, her back and her neck.

He did this while feeling her slowly fall asleep in his embrace, breathing quietly, her body rising and falling gently with each movement of her chest − he lay with his eyes closed, combing his fingers through her hair, feeling only peace, only fulfilment.

Only love.

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𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄, 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇

# day 2 — orgasm denial.

s. he's always had an attitude whenever you pointed out how much he stared at you. and of course, he's being a little shit when he's balls deep in you.

cw. fem!reader, orgasm denial, teasing, rough sex, cowgirl position, mutual pining, creampie, degrading, cervix fucking, breeding kink, wanderer being a little shit & implied multiple rounds.

wc. 3046

Wanderer has a serious staring problem.

You know that gut feeling you get when you can just feel someone or something staring at you, even when you can’t see them? Like you could physically feel their stare on you? Well, that’s what your current predicament with your companion is. His stare was almost that of a cat looking at its owner before it pounced, and you swear you could even see his pupils blown wide when he looked at you. It’s not like you find it unsettling or even annoying; the extra attention gives you that nice little ego boost and he wasn’t trying to be a nasty creep about it. But even you have to comment on how frequently you can feel his eyes glued to your form.

He always finds a way to tease you or just tch’s and roll his eyes when you point out his rather blatant staring. In the case of the latter, he just stomps off, grumbling some expletives with his cheeks all red and burning and glaring at you from the corner of his eyes. He more or less resembles an angry kitty when he decides to act offended, all bristled up yet too cute to even give much thought to.

Well, sometimes.

The weather outside is hot, unbearably so, and the occasional humidity waves don’t make it any better. So you’ve opted to start wearing those spaghetti-strap crop tops you bought a while back, and they hugged your chest juustt right, enough to give them that cute bouncy look. You had even been checking yourself, admiring yourself in a ‘wow my tits look hella good’ kind of way. And clearly, you aren’t the only one doing so.

Wanderer would stare at your now exposed cleavage, from little fleeting glances to outright stares that would linger for a bit even when you’d spotted him. Even with his cheeks all rosy and bright, and a hand over his mouth to partially hide his embarrassment away, he still couldn’t seem to bring himself to stop staring at you. But it seems like he doesn’t have the courage, for whatever reason, to make a move on you—even though he had plenty of courage to tell you that your breath stinks in the morning. You’d prefer it if he was upfront about what he clearly wanted, but you don’t mind having to make the first move yourself.

So you tease him a bit; raising your hips and rolling them ever so slightly when he’s behind you, giving him a nice view of your ass, and standing up straight with your back arched (it pushes your chest forward and even makes you look more confident too!) so he can have a nice view of your chest, but not enough so it can leave much more to his imagination. After all, having on some revealing clothes was a lot sexier than having none at all. 

And it’s pretty clear that your little plan is working, because—

“Alright, what are you up to?” He’s got you cornered now, palm flat against the wall as he glares at you. His cheeks are blooming red again, and it’s pretty obvious that he’s trying (and failing) to not stare at your boobs like he’d been doing all day.

“Hm? What are you talking about?” An innocent flutter of your eyes and he scoffs.

“Don’t you play dumb with me, smart ass. You know what I’m talking about. What’s up with,” he gestures to your chest with his eyes and purses his lips. “This.”

“Oh, this? It’s pretty cute, right? Makes me look pretty sexy too. Why, you got a problem with it?”

“What—no, that’s not what I meant,” he groans in exasperation. “You know what I meant. Acting like a fuckin’ tease all day and riling me up. It’s driving me crazy.”

“I dunno sounds like a you-problem Wanderer. I’m just doing what I’d do around anyone else.” His expression sours at that, clear annoyance being plastered all over his face. Seriously, could he be any more obvious in showing what’s going on in that little brain of his?

“So you’re saying that you’d do this to anyone else that just came along?” He spits, lips pulled back in a grimace as if the very thought burns him like acid. “You’d give them a little show just because they seemed nice enough?”

“Hehe, sounds like someone’s jealous~♡” He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is, but that’s a part of his charm. Guys like him who act all tough and teasing but crumple once they’re on the receiving end of it are the cutest, so you can’t help but taunt him a bit!

He chuckles dryly, a bitter smirk on his face. “Yeah, I’m jealous. Just thinkin’ about other guys seeing you like this and even touching you makes me jealous. Happy now?”

You’re grinning stupidly now, practically shivering in excitement as you snake your arms around his neck to pull him in real close. “Then why don’t you do something about it? Go on and fuck me, fuck me so good that I can’t get off without your dick and no other guy can satisfy me like you can~♡”

That’s how you’re in your current position, straddling him as you lowered yourself onto his cock, moaning lewdly as he brushed up against your g-spot. Fuck, his cock was just the right shape for your pussy; not too long but the tip still manages to peck your cervix lovingly and not too thick but he stretches you out enough to feel good instead of in an overstimulating painful way. It’s like you were both made for one another, perfectly aligned to fit like a puzzle piece; hehe, your pussy would even start molding into his cock’s shape, a perfect fit for him and him alone~♡

“You like my dick that much, huh? You slut.” You could feel the smug smile on his face; even with your eyes closed in bliss, you could practically envision his haughty expression. But you can hear the little pants and whines he’s trying to suppress. For how much shit he likes to talk, he’s just as bad as you and can’t seem to get enough of your cunt.♡ “It’s so wet, you wanted my dick that badly didn’t you?”

“Mhmm, I wanted you s’badly~♡ Wanted you to t’fuck me like you own me~♡” Leaning back with your arms behind you to balance your body, it gives him a perfect view of your needy cunt swallowing up his cock and drooling all over it. And he clearly likes it, because he attempts to roll his hips into the welcoming heat and hisses when your walls clamp onto his cock. “But you really suck at making a first move and kept me waiting.♡”

“I do not.”

“Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that. We both know I’m right.♡”

Wanderer scowls, then pistons his cock up to brush the tip against your cervix like a clumsily-aggressive kiss and you respond with a cry of his name. “Yeah, and we both know that you’re a slut for my dick. I’ve barely done anything and you’re already moaning like that.”

“Hehe, y’got me~♡” You breathily moan, too focused on grinding down on him and making sure that he’d rub up against your g-spot perfectly. “Why don’t you make me moan even louder then, hmm? Make everyone else hear just how big of a slut I am for your dick~♡”

“Damn, you…” Wanderer starts, but he’s soon grinning cockily up at you. Oh, looks like your smug companion has a thing for other people knowing just how big of a slut his pretty girl was for him~♡ “I’ll make sure you eat those words.”

His movements start off a bit awkward, what with your body weight grinding down into his crotch and having to use his pelvis muscles to actually move, but he gets the hang of it. He works into a rhythm of slow deep thrusts that occasionally have him griiinding up into your cunt right as you push down, and you two share a collective moan from the depth of his movements. Fuuckk, he was hitting so deep that it almost felt unhealthy with how far he reached, but it just felt so good that you couldn’t be bothered to really even care. If he kept fucking you like this, then your pussy wouldn’t be able to love anyone else’s dick but his; all shaped for him to use and fill to his heart’s content.♡

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight, m’so close…” Wanderer throws his head back on your bed, eyes clenched tight as he bites his lip while your pussy massages and assaults his cock all over. You’re so fucking wet for him, pretty cunt hungrily drooling and swallowing him up to the point where he could feel your slick oozing down to his balls. You really weren’t kidding when you said you loved his dick.

If this kept up, he’d end up finishing inside you and—

—Huh?

You stopped. Why did you stop moving? Why?

“Wha—I was so close, you bi—” You quickly shush him with your finger against his lips. Geez, must he resort to name-calling all the time? Especially right now?

“Ah-ah, watch your language sweetie~♡” The scowl on his face gives him an unpleasant look, but you could hardly take him seriously when he’s got such a cute little face! Ugh, he’s just sooo cute! “There’s no point in cussing me out y’know. It won’t get you anywhere.”

He clicks in his tongue in response, clearly not in the mood to be lectured, not when he’d been so close to bursting. “Don’t you, ngh, dare lecture me. Just move your hips already damn it.”

“Aww c’mon, can’t you just play nice for once?” You pout when he gives you a deadpan look as if to say ‘Are you stupid?’ “Fine. I won’t move until you beg for it~♡”

“You—!”

You hesitate a bit to pull him out because you really do love his cock so much, but he’s being a little shit even when he’s balls deep in you, and you’re not having it. But you work yourself off his shaft inch by inch until the tip just barely remains tucked in past your velvety folds. And you have to admit, you really like the dragging sensation of his cock slipping out as it rubbed along your ribbed walls. You’re really tempted to shove yourself back down and lift yourself up again just to feel him dragging along your walls, but he doesn’t deserve that. Not until he begs of course.

“C’mon, just beg for it. You know you want to~♡” Since you wanna tease him, you do move your hips down, letting your soaked cunt swallow up just a bit more of his cock, teasing him with the addictive heat that hovers just out of his reach. He’s trying and failing to keep his cute moans in, drooling all over himself like the needy little pervert he comes off like.

“Shit, don’t do that,” he rasps, watching in agony as the rest of his shaft goes untouched by your pussy, feeling your juices dribble down and cool against his warm skin. This is torture for him. But when he tries to buck his hips, you just move away, threatening to pop his swollen tip from the confines of your tight wet heat. “Don’t tease me like that…”

“Then just beg for it. It’ll feel good for the both of us.”

“Damn it, just, j-just move already… I can’t take it anymore, I want your pussy so fuckin’ bad—”

“Mmm, that’s good enough, hehe~♡” Well, he could always beg some more, but you’d rather not push him to the point where he’s actually so impatient that he gets turned off. You’ve learned that Wanderer needs a little shove with just the right amount of force so he can do what he’s told. So, lowering your hips back down, your pussy greedily swallows up his cock aaalll the way down to the base.

“Fuck!”

This time his movements are much more desperate, more frantic like he’s a dog in heat. He’s even looking the part too, tongue lolled out to the side a bit, breaths coming out in hot steamy puffs, and occasionally whining with a high-pitched strain. You can only imagine that this much motion must be exhausting for his hips, but the fact that he’s ignoring any possible strain just to pound straight up into you says a lot. All you’re really doing is just rolling your hips, but damn is he doing a good job of fucking you like his personal slut.

“F-fuck, m’so close, m’gonna, inside…!”

“Say it.”

“Huh?”

“Say you want to cum inside of me,” you say with a sweet smile, making sure to squeeze up your walls reeaal tight to bully him. “Or I won’t let you~♡”

You even stop moving your hips for good measure, this time keeping him tucked inside your cunt. He looks frustrated beyond belief, having had his orgasm stopped twice and having to beg for it like some needy dog. Well, you suppose it can serve as a bit of payback for his bratty attitude since he clearly doesn’t learn until you have to fuck it into him just so he can get the message.

“I-I wanna cum inside you, I wanna make your pussy all mine, please just let me cum inside..!”

You giggle in satisfaction, feeling a rush of satisfaction all throughout your body. Getting Wanderer to beg to cum inside you was such a delicious treat, and you’d be sure to savor it fully. Who knows, you might even get him to do this again some other time.

“Good boy, Wanderer~♡”

You seem to catch him off guard when you finally begin to really move your hips, making sure to wiggle them rapidly when he’s sheathed inside down to the base so as it urge on his orgasm. And it works, because he starts moaning a breathy high-pitched noise while he desperately pistons his cock up into your cunt with his hands squeezing your ass, kneading the soft flesh like he owns it. You don’t bother stopping him, since he’s just soooo cute when he gets all desperate for your pussy like this and starts fucking you with rabbit-fast thrusts.

“Wanderer, you’re s’cute, such a cutie, how’re you s’cute?♡” Your jumbled praises come bubbling out like soda pop, as your juices come gushing out with intense fervor, coating his cock with your slick until it oozed down enough to coat his balls. But you keep grinding down, riding out your orgasm for as long as possible.

“Fuck, don’t—don’t move your hips like that!” He likes it when you do it, though, because that thick vein rubbing against your walls pulses a lot more rapidly. You were still coming down from your high, but it wasn’t doing anything to stop you from enjoying how nice his dick felt in your pussy. There was pleasure in being filled.

It only takes a few more seconds of frantic movements from both of you before he follows suit with a whimper of your name, still fucking up into your messy cunt whilst he pumped you full of his thick seed. You have to place your hands on his chest to keep yourself still, giddily smiling as warmth pours into your belly. It was like he was trying to breed you, fill your womb up with his cum until it was full of his babies. Oh, maybe you could tempt him with that next time; get him a little jealous and riled up, encourage him to knock you up then become his breeding bitch until his seed was dripping from your ass to the sheets.♡

Despite having finally reached his high, that didn’t seem to stop Wanderer one bit as he continued fucking his cum deeper and deeper till it reached your womb. He seems determined to truly make your pussy all his, to push his seed so deep inside that it might take root and stay buried within you forever. Hehe, maybe he really does wanna breed you badly; and make you into a mommy, even if he might be acting on those hidden fantasies subconsciously.

Once he finishes fucking your pussy like his personal cocksleeve and giving it all he has, he sinks bonelessly into the soft mattress. His length finally goes soft, even despite the tight squeeze your walls have on it and his breaths become deeper as he calms himself down.

“See? That wasn’t too hard, now was it?” You press a soft little kiss to his sweaty forehead, and he just hushedly groans in response. He doesn’t even bother swatting you away like he usually did when you displayed your affection for him; guess this really had taken quite a lot out of him. Seeing that you’re also feeling incredibly sore yourself (all that arching and hip grinding had done a real number on your back muscles), you snuggle yourself up against him, soaking up the intimate feel of his skin pressed up on yours.

His softened cock was still inside of you, keeping you wide open and making this position a bit uncomfortable, but you’re too busy basking in the afterglow. But if it’s uncomfortable for Wanderer, then he doesn’t show any signs of discomfort. Or maybe he’s just too tired to really notice you yanking his dick about—or maybe he just likes how it feels inside of you.

“Feels like you just drained my fucking balls,” he mumbles tiredly, lazily tossing an arm over your back as you nuzzle into his neck. “Seriously, felt like you were gonna squeeze me dry back there…”

“Hehe, oopsies~♡”

“Don’t you ‘oopsies’ me, you damn sex fiend,” he hisses, delivering a weak slap to your back. “Is it always going to be this way with you?”

“Hmm, I dunno, why don’t you find out? D’you think you can go again?♡”

Upon seeing your flirty grin, he groans in defeat. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me one of these days, y’know that?”

🏷. @lakeside-paradise @shrooms-go-brr @sakurakiko

© latimeriafellfromheaven

[dickarchivist]

Don't Stop on my Account

Wolffe × Fem!Reader, new/budding relationship

MINORS BEGONE 🔞

Warnings: n s f w 18+, self pleasure, fantasizing, watching, unprotected PiV sex, overstim, yearning, touch of angst, and smut, so much smut

Summary: missing your new sweetheart's touch, you decide to go solo, only to discover you're not as alone as you thought you were 👀

Little over 1800 words

Author's notes: I haven't written in a long time so sorry if this is rough! Wolffe is my fav clone so this is incredibly self indulgent yeehaw. Also use protection!

You'd been warned so many times. "Stay away from the republic clones, they're hot but there's no guarantees with them." Your friends know you well, you have the habit of falling for people a little too hard, a little too fast. And they were right, of course, you'd met plenty of clones that never came back. Even so, knowing all this: When Wolffe was around, all of your logic seemed to be thrown away.

You'd spent every night for a few weeks with him. As soon as he was allowed away from his post, and you with work, you'd find each other. In the morning he'd wake you before he left your flat with a soft kiss, just enough that you'd be able to fall back asleep once he was gone. Wolffe would make sure you knew he had a good time, and he was excited to see you again. The cycle repeated until one day, it didn't.

Wolffe doesn't wake you with a kiss that day, he tries to sneak out, but catches his boot on last night's clothes, and his stifled, "Kriff!" wakes you instead. He blushes when you look at him with a pout, hair tossed and body bare to him. "So you're leaving today, hm?"

"I uh... I am," Wolffe straightens up, putting on the cold stare he gave to others. You'd never seen it aimed at you before, and it makes you feel small. "I got my orders last night, headed--"

But that smallness only lives until "last night" tumbles from his lips. You sit up a little with betrayal clear on your face, angry now, "You got them last night and you didn't think to tell me?" You don't know why that hurts so much, but it does. It hurts more than you thought it ever would.

But he looks hurt too, his eyes heavy with guilt now as he glares at the floor, "I didn't know how, okay? This- this thing, it's new to me, kriff, you have me thinking I could--" He stops, and you wait for him to continue, but he just shakes his head and lets the thought die, "I'll be back soon."

"How soon?"

"Sooner than you think... but not as soon as we'd hope."

You want to be mad, stars you want to tell him to fuck off... But you find yourself instead getting out of bed and moving to kiss him. Wolffe doesn't hesitate to lean down and kiss you back, collecting you in his arms and holding you close. His armor feels cold against your bare skin and he chuckles when you pull away.

He admires your goosebumps, that cocky smirk on his face as he touches your body. His glove hand runs over your breast, circling your nipple, and you moan softly at his touch. Before you can even think, the words come out, "Please stay..."

The sadness returns to his eyes instantly, "I can't..." you stand in silence, before he takes your hand and squeezes it, then presses it to his lips, "Tell me to come back safe instead, Mesh'la..."

"No..." you set yourself against his chest, one hand were his heart would be as the other hugs around his waist, "I don't want you to leave at all. Stay with me."

Wolffe tilts your head to look at him. His voice is stern, but there's a plea in his eyes, a need to hear you say it, "Tell me to come back safe."

You get on your toes and place one more kiss to his lips, whispering against him, "Come home to me, Wolffe. Come home safe..."

"I will." He kisses you once more before he leaves you standing there alone.

You miss him. You miss him for a long time.

When you get back into bed, your mind goes back to the night before he left. You wish the sheets still smelled like him, and all you want is his touch, his warmth. The feeling of his hands on your body as he handles you, his lips on your skin, his teeth marking your neck, and his length deep within your walls.

"Wolffe..." you whimper, shutting your eyes. Your nipples are the last place you felt his bare handed touch, so you decide to start there, and you whimper again, "Wolffe..." as you feel yourself up.

When you start to rub your legs together, you lay yourself on your back and run one hand down your stomach. The memory of Wolffe's hand running the same course sending chills over you. You open your legs for yourself- no, for him. Always for him, you think to yourself, picturing Wolffe between your legs again.

You bite your bottom lip and moan as you slide your fingers between your folds. "F-fuck-- Wolffe~ oh~" He'd chuckle if he were there, you think, telling you how pretty your folds looks all wet for him, "O-only for you". Your fingers spread your slick from your entrance up to your clit, and you moan again, mimicking his tongue with your fingers.

"Wolffe, oh~" you feel yourself throb as you start rubbing circles into yourself. You have to use three fingers to match the size of his two, and you moan louder, "Fuck me, please, oh, ah..."

You let go of your nipple and bring your other hand down, teasing your entrance as you rub your clit. You can hear Wolffe in your head saying how needy you are, telling you to ask for what you want, and maybe he'll give it to you.

"I-I want you, I want you, please oh-" you slip two fingers inside your slick walls and clench around them, gasping, "Wolffe!!"

It's then that you hear a low chuckle, "You want me, hm?" and your eyes open. You're not sure how you willed him back. Your hands slow a bit, and Wolffe chuckles again, starting to remove his clothes, "Don't stop on my account Mesh'la. Go on, touch yourself. I want to see you."

Renewed blush burns your cheeks and shoulders as you watch him strip down to nothing but his small clothes. The bulge in his shorts makes you ache, but all he does is set his hands on your knees and spread you open a little more, "Keep going, I want to see how this plays out."

Wolffe watches your hands with hungry eyes as you do what your told. He kisses your inner thighs as your hand rubs faster against your clit, fingers curling inside your walls with a sweet wet smack. "Wolffe... I'm- I'm close, please..."

"Cum then," Wolffe bites your soft skin and you moan for him, clenching around your fingers, "When you cum, I'll give you what you want."

"I want you..." you pant, moving faster as you feel your climax building, "I want you, Wolffe, I want you, I--" he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.

Your hands move faster in your walls and on your clit, and as you spasm under your own touch, back arching off your bed, you scream his name, "Wolffe!! Oh!"

Before you can come down from your own pleasure, with your head still spinning, Wolffe begins to move. He takes your hands from yourself and places your slick fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean of your slick. When he's done with your hands, he puts them over your head, with a cocky chuckle, "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," You're so dizzy, but you open yourself to him and put your legs over his waist, "I want you Wolffe, please... please..."

"What do you want Mesh'la?" You can tell he's teasing you. He likes it when you get crude with him about your desires. Walking in on you masturbaiting to a fantasy of him must have done wonders for his ego, and it's showing. He rolls his hips forward, barely grazing your folds with his bulge, but it's enough to make you squirm and moan. "I'll ask again," he rolls his hips once more, "What do you want?"

Your heart pounds, and you lean your head to the side, "Fuck me!"

Your hips come up, trying to gain any friction, and you whine, turning to look at him again, "Fuck me Wolffe, I need you. Please!"

"Since you asked so nicely~" Wolffe leans back from between your legs and removes his shorts finally, freeing his length with a sigh of relief.

You expected him to climb back into the bed, but he pulls you forward by your spread legs, bringing you to the edge of the bed. You hook your legs around his waist again as he slides his length through your folds. Wolffe stimulates your clit with the head of his length, then slides it down to your entrance. He teases you a little, "Already prepped for me, hm? It's like you knew I'd want to be deep in you when I got back."

You open your mouth to retort, but all that comes is a drawn out moan as Wolffe's length fills you for the first time in what feels like an eternity. The clone gives his own grunt of content as he presses a hand onto your belly and fills you completely, "You feel so good, so wet for me."

"O-only for you..." you pant, hands gripping the sheets above you.

Wolffe smirks at you as he slowly drags his hips back, only to snap them forward quick and rough. A surprised, "Ah!" Comes from you, and your back arches. He does it again, and again, building speed until you're bouncing on his cock. He holds your waist and fucks into you hard, the sweet wet slaps of skin on skin filling your bedroom. The sounds mingle in the air with grunts and moans, names whispered and then yelled soon after.

You feel another climax starting to threaten, and you look up into Wolffe's eyes, seeing the same building pressure on his face. His hand goes to your clit and you scream his name in ecstasy as he fucks into you wildly, hips surging forward in sporadic hard thrusts. Wolffe grits his teeth as he spends himself deep within your walls, collapsing forward onto your shaking body as you both bask in the after glow.

Your arms tremble as you hug around his chest, moaning as he lazily rolls his hips with aftershocks. As Wolffe kisses your neck, you bury your face in his shoulder, placing your own soft kisses to his hot skin, "Welcome home, Wolffe..."

[hikarry]

Consider: Aziraphale finding out about the Montero video clip

"Angel!" Oh dear. Whenever he sounded this excited it was never good news. "Do yourself a favor and sit down, yes?"

"Yes. Good morning to you too, my dear."

"Uhum." Aziraphale was not exactly used to being manhandled, but whatever was on Crowley’s mind and was causing whatever frenetic energy this was, made him very inclined to indeed force the angel to sit down on the big chair, holding him by the shoulders and pushing him down very unceremoniously. "I found something hilarious."

"Is that so?" Crowley sat on the arm of the chair, crossing his legs in a probably not very comfortable position, but after 6000 years Aziraphale was of the opinion the demon had not a single bone in his corporation.

With a swift motion he grabbed his phone from his back pocket and typed something quickly. Aziraphale was looking at the phone, more out of politeness than anything else. He had no idea what was going on on that tiny screen.

"Yes." Crowley couldn't help but snort, even though the supposedly funny thing was not on display yet. "It's a song. An oldish one at that, I don't know how I didn't find it earlier."

"Oh, bebop?" The angel let his body relax against the back rest of the chair. "You know you and I have very different tastes when it comes to music."

The demon clicked his tongue in response, quite clearly not paying enough attention to form proper words. He snorted again when he finally found whatever it was he was looking for.

"The song isn't the point. It's catchy, but not my thing." He leaned over Aziraphale, arm against arm, putting the phone in front of both of them. "I will give you 5 seconds to guess what is it we are looking at."

"5 seconds? That's sound a little unfair, don't you th-" Too late, the video had began. Aziraphale actually made an effort to try and amuse Crowley, just this once. There were a lot of clouds and very vibrant colors. Some type of garden with Greek like ruins. "A garden? In Greece?"

"A garden, yes. In Greece, no. Keep watching. Last chance."

The video kept rolling and Aziraphale could physically feel how constricted like a spring ready to jump Crowley was becoming beside him.

"Oh, a snake! It has your colors, doesn't it? Are black and red snakes natural in nature?"

"Focus, angel."

Right, focus.

"It's a big snake."

"Yes. A snake. In a garden. Hm?"

"Yes, I can see it, Crowley. I'm not-" Okay, yes. Snakes didn't usually turns into humanoid creatures. In a garden...gasp. "Is this supposed to be the Garden of Eden?! And you?!"

"No, not me. Inspired by me, more like. But yes! Exactly!"

"The Garden didn't look anything like that. Greek architecture had not been invented back then yet."

"And pink grass had?"

"...Do I show up?"

"Nah. There's enough songs about angels."

"I beg to-." Right, stuff was going down hill. "They...turned you quite sexual, didn't they?"

"Not me. Inspired by me." Yes, details. "And I am the demon of Temptation. What's more tempting than sex?"

"A good Oscar Wilde first edition, for starters." Aziraphale mumbled, but Crowley clearly heard.

"Right. Oscar Wilde. I thought we were talking about me."

"I thought you said it wasn't you?"

"Ngk. Technically not me. Anyway, that's what I wanted to show you. But-" He pulled the video forward slightly. "Let me show you what humans are doing with the imagery of Lucifer nowadays."

"Is he...going to Hell down a pole?"

"You've heard of pole dancing?"

"Yes. Mrs. Sandwich enlightened me." The angel adjusted the glasses on his nose, leaning slightly forward so he could look closer at the video. "Didn't you have some boots like those back in the 80s?"

"Myeah. Similar."

"I never saw you wearing them again. Whatever happened to them?"

"Probably in the flat somewhere. I haven't been female for a hot second."

"Your point?"

Crowley looked down at him, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

"What?"

"Are you saying you can't wear them anymore because you've been male for 4 decades?"

"Well-"

"Correct me if I'm mistaken, but," he pointed at the video. "That looks like a young man to me."

"Hm. Touché."

"What is he doing now?"

"That's called a lap dance."

"He is dancing in the lap of Satan?"

"Maybe he would have been a better boss if he had been given a couple of lap dances between the millennia."

"...is this allowed?"

"I don't see why not. I like the sense of humor." As the video ended, he put it back again on his back pocket.

"I was right. It was bebop."

"As I said: not my thing either." Aziraphale folded his hands on his lap, the movement being closely watched by the demon besides him.

"I see you are still inspiring generations. Humans always did make interesting artwork with your resemblance." Crowley didn't answer. Aziraphale stayed quiet a couple more moments, waiting for him to say something. "Crowley?"

"Yeah. So. Hm." He seemed to have been snapped out of his own thoughts, laying his hands on his knee and slightly leaning towards the angel. "About those boots-"

[daydreamingleclerc]

kinktober #7 - mick schumacher

mick overhears you in a conversation over the phone talking about sex with him being a bit vanilla, and he knows just how to change your mind

prompts: post-shower sex / spanking & punishment

warnings: spanking, swearing, unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, doggy emojis, daddy!kink, dom!mick, sub!reader, begging, mick being hot as shit when he gets out of the shower

“sometimes it can just be so...”

“vanilla?”

you didn’t realise mick could hear you, or your best friend over the phone, from the bathroom. you didn’t even realise the shower had been switched off and that he was wrapping himself up in the towel, too engrossed in a very long awaited phone call with your best friend. he leaned closer to the gap in the door, admiring you with a soft smile as you sat on facetime.

“kinda,” you breathed, squeezing your eyes shut. she laughed, but you felt a strong pang of guilt. “i guess.”

sex with mick was good — great even — arguably the best sex you’d ever had, but it was always missing something. you loved how delicate he was, how much he cared for you and how much he treated you with love and affection. “sometimes i just wanna be manhandled, y’know?” you said, “i just want him to throw me around and like...”

“treat you like a bit of a whore?”

the two of you giggled again, and mick frowned slightly. the criticism was constructive, he knew that, but it upset him that you couldn’t tell him you feelings about what you two did in the bedroom directly.

“i’ll have to find a way to-”

“-babe, showers free.” mick cut you off, tightening the towel around his waist. the way his muscles flexed made you lose track of your thoughts — it was rare mick didn’t get changed before leaving the bathroom, especially in your flat like he was now; your en-suite was a lot smaller than the one in his house and he didn’t like leaving things lying around for you to clean up after him.

“oh, uh... thanks babe,” you smiled, and told your friend you’d call her back later. “what shall we do this evening?”

you wrapped your arms around mick’s waist and he kissed along your jawline, pulling you in closer. “i had a few ideas, but i reckon we can just spend the night in? maybe order pizza, make out, that kinda thing.”

“hm,” you pondered, “maybe i can shower in the morning then.”

you leaned up to kiss his lips, already feeling guilty about what you said on the phone call. a part of you feared mick overheard what you said, but he knew better than to invade your privacy like that. “nuh uh, i’ll set it all up,” he tutted, “be a good girl and get in the shower.”

your eyebrows creased at his words but you figured you should just do as he said. while you showered, mick allowed himself some time to figure out what his next steps would be.

“babe? where did you put my — oh, uh… sorry,” you wandered back into the bathroom with just a towel over your body and wet hair dripping onto the floor, mick’s grey sweats and naked torso throwing you off guard completely.

“you’re good,” he called back, “but since you’re out…”

he immediately grabbed at your waist, his fingertips digging into your wet skin. his lips were hot and sloppy against yours, moving wetly down your damp face. you wrapped your hands around his shoulders and allowed him to use you how he wanted.

“mick, you know i can’t have these for work,” you stated when he started leaving hickies on your neck, “i’ll get in trouble.”

“shame,” was all he said, “you said you wanted to get treated like a whore so that’s exactly what i’m gonna do.”

shit.

your eyes widened and a string of apologies tumbled from your lips when you realised he heard you. he heard everything you said on the phone call, and your cheeks lit up bright red.

mick dropped to the bed, and patted his thigh for you to lay across, “i don’t have time to waste, Y/N,” he tutted, “so either lay across my legs or i’ll find something better to do.”

you did as he asked, dropping your towel and laying on his sweats with your wet body, an imprint of your chest being left on the fabric. his hands carressed your bum firstly, and anticipation bubbled inside of you. before you could even compute what had happened, mick’s handprint stung at your left cheek. you jolted forward but he pulled you back and repeated the same action.

“how many’s that?”

“uh... two?” you stuttered, jolting when he slapped you again, “three.”

mick smirked, he was enjoying this almost as much as you were. mick’s handprint only grew in prominence on your bum. he could feel your wetness patching on his trousers with every slap of his hand, until eventually he pulled you up.

“how many?”

“ten,” you responded, face flushed. he kissed you, a sloppy, barely there kiss that was nothing like the kisses he’d given you before. “mick... please.”

“what do you want, hm?” he asked, tucking a piece of wet, fallen hair behind your ear as you moved his hands to your swollen clit. he tutted, but said nothing.

“please.. mick, want you to fill me up.”

fucking hell.

it’s a good job he was sat down, or else mick’s legs would’ve given way there and then. you crawled up onto the bed, your head resting on the soft pillows as your back arched so your bum stuck up in the air. he sucked in a harsh in take of breath and slapped you again, “such a desperate little girl... waiting to be filled up, hm?”

“y-yes daddy,” you choked, and by god, mick almost passed out. the noise that left his mouth was akin to a growl, and before you even had time to realise what he’d done, mick was fucking you at an almost criminal speed.

“say it again, babygirl,” he lopped your hair around his fist and pulled on it so your head was now facing the ceiling, “don’t get all shy now.”

“fuck, daddy,” you cried out, the only sound filling the room — the entire flat — being the sound of skin slapping and your screaming moans. “fill me up with your cum, daddy.”

every time the word left your lips mick became a different person, as if we was completely feral. his other hand wrapped around your throat and together with the hand on your hair they held you in place, so your back was now pressed flush against his chest, and the pace he fucked you was outstanding.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it for much longer, and with mick choking you, you were unable to tell him you wanted to cum so you made grabby hand motions on his arm, “gonna cum, mick, please.”

“i’ve not even been fucking you that long, sweetheart,” he cooed, “but go on then, if you’re that desperate, you can cum.”

within seconds you were cumming around his dick, clamping him inside of you like a vice to the point where he could barely thrust. you wanted to push forward, throwing yourself down onto the bed but mick’s hand held you in place and so the restraint of his hand on your throat acted like a gag. with the way you clenched, mick couldn’t hold his composure much longer either.

“gonna cum baby,” he stuttered, and you nodded, giving him full permission to fill you up like you’d begged for. his breathing stilled when he came, squeezing your throat to keep you stuck in place.

his cum dribbled out of you when he pulled out, and he pushed you down on the bed, scooped it up on his fingers and pushed it back inside of you, which made you squirm. you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror next to the bathroom door and mick’s handprint was so evident on your neck, you feared it would bruise.

“that was amazing, mick, thank you,” you rolled over, kissing his cheek and snuggling into his side. “i’m sorry about what i said, i should’ve said it to you, it wasn’t fair for me to go behind your back like that, i love you.”

mick smirked.

“if this is what happens after you bitch about our sex life to your friends, then feel free to do it more often,” he kissed your nose and you giggled, “it’s okay though, i love you too.”

[arminsumi]

hello! how are you doing? could i request Armin with a commander kink + breeding kink, please? i love your writing so much, thank you! ♡

This combo KO'd me I'm ngl😳💕

Commander

Drabble | MDNI | Armin

⚠️Cws; spicy SMUT 🌶️

Notes; AFAB!gn!reader, canon au

⚠️💦Smut cws; commander kink, breeding kink (creampie, unprotected sex), slight daddy kink, dirty talk, slight begging kink

"Please, I'm sorry, I won't call you that ever again, Commander." You hiccough through sobs of pleasure.

He's got you pressed down with both hands around your waist, your breasts are smushed flat against the desk in his office – the same desk that he was previously signing important papers on in the morning.

Armin knows damn well that he's fucking you too loudly, but he doesn't really care, as long as you understand the lesson he's teaching.

"You're damn right you won't call me that again." He murmurs into your ear, "I'm not your fucking daddy."

He kept snapping his hips firmly against the plush of your ass, it felt like he was trying to split you into two. His eyes focus on the point where you two connect, pleased by how his dick has a sheen because of how wet you are.

It gets him thinking about something, and then he blurts his thoughts into your ear in a low voice.

"Though, I wouldn't mind fucking a baby into you. Would you like that, hm? Then you can call me daddy all you want after you give me a child."

You let out a strained moan, "Yes, please!"

He snaps his hips harshly against you, "Please what?"

"Please, commander!" You add quickly.

His pace quickens. You feel his tip is hitting a deep spot inside of you that makes you shake and squirm.

"Tell me you want that. I want to hear you say it." He commands.

"I want your baby, Commander, please. Fill me up, fill me up!" You whine.

He groans in satisfaction, pushing as deep as he can possibly go inside. Armin would never admit it, but he's been holding it in for a while now. He's been close to bursting inside you for well over twenty minutes now, it's why he takes break in-between where he leans down into your ear to utter distracting filth into it.

"Mhm, you're gonna take all I've got?"

You nod frantically, feeling your head grow fuzzier because of how he stirred your guts with his deep strokes.

He lets out a deep moan that draws you closer to cumming all over him. All you can feel is him spurting out hot ropes of his release inside, filling you up deliciously.

"Come on, cum for me, too, darling, cum for your Commander. I know you want to." He pants, his fingers lowering down your body to spread your lips. "That's it; there you go, so good for me. Can you feel that? Feel how deep my cum is inside?"

He has to smirk to himself when he pulls out. Some of his release spills out.

All he can think about for the rest of the day, throughout all his duties, is the idea of seeing you carrying his baby one day.

[jafarlover101]

Morning Sex - Ja’far x Reader

Warnings: Smut

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6:29AM

“Ja’far..” You whispered before rolling to see your lover’s eyes slowly open. His pitch black eyes with the sun just slightly slipping through the window.

“Hm?” He says huskily. He turns over to look at the time, “It’s 6:29.” He says before getting up to rub his eyes. “Go back to bed its early.” “But I need you.” You whine before sitting up too.

He quickly whips his head towards you “What do you mean you need me..” He mutters out while faintly blushing. You start to crawl over to him the bed creaking slightly.

You sit on his lap and start drawing circles on his chest. “I need you badly..” You say while tilting your head down a bit. His blush becomes more noticeable. “Is that’s so..” He says before passionately kissing you. The kiss becoming more heated and sloppy with every second passing by.

You easily pin him down breaking the kiss and moving towards his neck. You softly suck his neck. He gently groans to this making you more motivated. The sound of his moans fill the room. You were about to undress him right when he decided to top. 

He looks at you with his lust filled eyes basically drooling to see your body. He begins to quickly take off your shirt leaving you bare chested. Attacking your breast with no hesitation.

You get caught off guard and behind to clench your jaw. “Ja’far.. slow-down..” You said in between moans. Starting to helplessly rub your thighs together in hope of some friction between your thighs.

He gladly takes both of your breast in each hand and start massaging them. Then going on to lick and suck them. He has no problem leaving hickeys all over your breast.

He continues to put his knee between your thighs while smirking slightly. He gets up to take off his top revealing his ghostly white skin and his flat stomach. Then quickly rips off your pants and panties throwing them to the side of the room.

Reaching for over to the nightstand, he opens a drawer to fetch a condom for the two of you. You quickly begin to blush and look away. “Why are you looking away? You were the one begging for this” He says with a low and seductive tone. “Don’t get all shy on me..” Cooing in your ear, “I’m already so hard for you this early in the morning..”

“Now beg for my cock.” “...” You replied to this with silence looking away from him. “Please fuck me…” You whispered as you watched him take off his pants and slowly put the condom on. “I thought I said beg.” You let out a needy moan and say “Please… Ja’far…” He chuckled in amusement and swiftly stuffs it in making you gasp in pure shock.

The pain starts to lessen more and more when he began to thrust in and out. You couldn’t believe this man had you such a mess. He was cute not the type you’d think would be fucking you at 6 A.M but god did you love it.

His thrusts were perfect. He had the perfect rhythm and at this rate you could feel yourself coming close. You could also tell he was getting close to by the way he started thrusting sloppily. “Ja’far….” You said while letting out a breathy moan. Ja’far quickly grabs your hips and does one final thrust. You throw your head back in pure bliss becoming a moaning mess.

The ghostly pale man pulls out breathless sliding the condom off and throwing it into the trash. He sighs from exhaustion and lays on top of you lazily. “You’re so hot…” Ja’far whispers into your ear while you’re still panting.

Without replying you just grab him and cuddle him. “I love you so much..” You whisper in his ear before slowly drifting off to sleep. With that, he kisses you once more before also falling asleep.

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(THIS IS AN OLD DRAFT I DECIDED TO FINISH SO SORRY IF ITS BAD)

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

This idea hit me like a ton of bricks, so of course I had to write it.

From my au where Lucian and a vampire!Peter live together and have a cat named Catmilla.

Warning: mentions of silver-related injuries, Peter has pierced ears and nothing in canon can change my mind

On with the fic!

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Peter frowned as he dug about in the little box where he kept all his piercings, both fake and real. He wanted to wear this one pair he had that were snakes with little red gems dangling from them, but he couldn’t find both of them. Well, he had one of them, and it had been left exactly where he placed it this morning before his shower. But the second one, which had been right next to it, was missing.

Had he put it back in the box after he dumped it out to find the piercings in the first place? 

Hmm, no, he knew he had left them both out. Had Catmilla knocked it off? No, she hasn’t moved from her cat bed by the window, too comfy with the Vegas sunlight to bother getting up any time soon. 

He looked all over and around his personal vanity, not finding the damn thing. With a huff, Peter moved out of the room as he worked to put the lone piercing in. “Hey babe,” He called out to Lucian, wherever he was in the flat, “you got a sec?”

“Yes, I’m just in the weapons hall.” Lucian called back and Peter found him removing one of the swords from the wall, wearing gloves. Ah, right, he was planning on cleaning and sharping some of them today. 

Peter noticed his boyfriend has his hair pulled back, always a good look for him, but he also noticed something else. 

Something familiar dangling from Lucian’s left ear.

“There it is!” Peter exclaimed, making Lucian jump, nearly dropping the sword. 

“W-what?” Lucian blinked, turning to look at him.

“My earring! You had it! I spent forever trying to find the match and you had it the whole- wait a fuckin’ minute! You have pierced ears!?” 

Lucian set the sword side before turning completely to face him. “Ah, well, just the one, actually. But yes, I have a pierced ear.”

“B-but I’ve never seen you wear anythin’ before? And don’t you heal quickly from injuries? How can your ear still have a hole in it for a piercing?”

Lucian removed his gloves, then he removed the piercing. He approached Peter and let him look at the small hole. It looked rather like the silver scars Lucian- oh. “You pierced your ear with silver?” 

“Actually, Sonja did.” Lucian said, sounding a bit embarrassed. “She thought it would be a good look on me, having my ear pierced. One night, she took a silver needle to do it, and let me tell you, it was one of the most painful experiences I’ve ever had with silver.”

“Probably hurts like a paper cut, tiny but oh so evil and painful.” Peter commented, taking his earring back when Lucian handed it to him. “That’s cool and all, but how come I’ve never seen you wear anything before?”

“I just don’t think about it, and any I had are long gone after 2003. Sorry for wearing yours, I noticed it and thought, hm, it’s been a while. I didn’t know you were planning on wearing it.”

“Eh, it’s fine.” Peter said as he put it in his other ear. “’sides, it doesn’t match you. I’m sure I’ve got something more your style. Maybe a small ring? Oh! I’ve got a variety of those, and in different colors and textures! Or maybe one of my moon ones? I’ve even got a few with bats! Let me go get the box!” 

He ran off, his mind currently occupied with the thought of how hot it was that his fashion-backwards boyfriend can wear a piercing.

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The earrings Peter is wearing are real and I have them. 

Every Michael Sheen character I write for should have his left ear pierced. I know my Aziraphale’s always do! Why not Lucian? 

[fried-manto]

How is everyone doing? Interview taking place during the construction of the treehouse:

I don't know man! i've been carryin' around these things since all morning! it's exhausting honestly! i wish Hero could give me a break! or at least call someone else! KEL! Ugh, see what i mean? COMING!

It's...a little tiring... Hey! You wanted it! And don't forget who does the most here- Oh shut it! Besides, it's Hero who does all the work! ...I just thought building a treehouse would be more than fun... So it isn't? Well, it is! But-.. only Hero really gets to do anything... I wanna try the hammer- Yeah! I wanna smash things up! Kel..the hammer is not for smashing things up... Besides, you're too young for that anyways. But aren't you and Hero only three years older than us? Yes, and that makes it better if we're the ones doing dangerous works! What! i can do dangerous works! Kel, do you know how to do additional math? No... but i would learn soon! i think... Well we do, and that means we are old enough. Wait- what does math have anything to do with this?! Well, to make a treehouse you'll have to calculate the exact amount of wood it takes and then you'll have to calculate the cost which- i hope we haven't blow our budget yet but i feel like with the mistakes Hero is constantly making we might go flat broke soo-...Actually, Kel... why don't you help me with some lemonade? Huh- uh..yeah, sure. ....What was that... Are we- are we going broke?! Uhm....you want some lemonade, Aubrey? Oh, yeah thanks!

Hah...things are a little hectic here.... well, i'll do my best to help everyone out..! Hm. Oh Sunny, would you like some lemonade? Mhm. Say, Sunny... what are you doing? Were you just sitting there..? Yeah. Uhm... why don't you help Kel and Aubrey out? They look a little tired.. I'm resting. Oh.. uhm... okay..? Uh, well... rest up, Sunny! Hm.

Well, im certainly holding up-! If only this could hold up too without getting loose every five seconds- Keep it up Hero! Heh- UH- Actually i could really use some help right now-! KEL! WHAAT- I'M BUSY! Call someone else! Sunny's free! SUNNY?! Hmph.

Well, the hustle is definitely something! It'll all be worth it soon, let's get going everyone! Sunny, that's the wrong slab! It's the oak one! The oak one! KEL! Stop putting wood dust on MY HAIR! Hah! Catch me if you can! Uhm...guys..? ...i'll keep it under control..

Hot. Hm? It's so hot. You don't say! It's literally the hottest day of Summer. Wait- really? Yeah. Aw mann!

[atomic-thomas]

I revised the sex scene in this NSFW Gumroad Commission for Fake. Hopefully, it's to her liking this time.

(Fake ASMR Script) [NSFW Gumroad Commission] Sex With Your Crush While Camping {F4M}

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*play the same nighttime ambience you used for the 2nd half of the original audio. the one without the campfire. just use that for this entire audio. this commission picks up right where the original audio left off.*

"So lemme get this straight. If we both had a crush on each other then that means we're official now, right? You know... A couple? Boyfriend & girlfriend?"

...

"Oh My God, it makes me so happy to hear that! Haha! Come here, you. Gimme your warmth."

"Mmmmm... You're so soft. I'm holding the man of my dreams in my arms while nuzzling into him. This is the best night of my life."

...

"I'm not even bothered by the outdoors at this point. As long as I'm with you, I feel invincible."

"Maybe I won't kick Jackson's ass after all. He's the reason we're together now. I bet he had this all planned out. I should thank him in the morning instead."

...

"Of course you can kiss me! God, the thought of feeling your lips against mine... *Mmmph* *Lip Smack*"

"Hahhh... That was too short. I need another one. One that'll last longer."

...

"A french kiss. So you wanna sword fight me with your tongue, eh? I accept your duel. En Garde!"

*several seconds of french kissing sounds*

*deep inhale to catch breath*

"Whew... That was awesome! God, I've always wanted to do that with you. That felt incredible."

"Hm? Ohhh... I knew I felt something poking me. All that kissing got you riled up, didn't it?"

...

"Oh, come on. Don't feel ashamed. Your body is having a completely normal reaction to the situation. You just made out with your girlfriend. I'd be surprised if you didn't have a boner right now."

"And I'll be honest with you. That make-out session made me rather... Wet."

...

"Hehehe~ I suppose it's fitting that nature is calling considering we're out in the wilderness right now."

"Are we really gonna do this though? I mean... Don't get me wrong. I am VERY horny for you right now, but... Jackson is sleeping in the tent next to us. What if our lewd noises wake him up?"

...

"It's more exciting that way. Well, I guess the possibility of getting caught does make it more thrilling."

...

"Right. He did set us up. I doubt he'd actually get upset about it. Maybe he's expecting this to happen. He might even be pretending to sleep just waiting for us to go at it."

...

"Yeah, let's not dwell on it too much. Let's just... Enjoy ourselves~ Whatever happens... Happens~"

*more kissing sounds*

"You know what they say about sex while camping. It's fucking in tents."

...

"Ahaha~ I hope that joke didn't kill the mood."

"Woah!" *cushiony thud*

"Okay, you're definitely still eager."

*sound of clothes removal*

"And there goes my top. AAHH~! Hahhh~ Oh God... Going straight for my boobs, huh? Mmmmmph~ You're so hungry for my soft feminine flesh. Aaahhh~ I didn't think you'd be lusting for my body this much."

...

"You think I'm hot & sexy. Hahhh~ Well, now I feel silly for not assuming that earlier. Mmmph~ You really like what you see, huh?"

...

"You wanna see more. Heh~ Help yourself then. These pants aren't gonna take themselves off. Here, I'll help you strip to."

*more clothes sounds*

"Wow... That's quite the piece of meat you got there. Stiff as a rod & eager to go inside me. I'm flattered."

"So... What position do you wanna try?"

...

"Prone Bone. I think I've heard of that before. Isn't that the position where the girl lays flat on her belly & the guy penetrates her from behind?"

...

"I thought so. That sounds like a great idea. A nice comfortable position that doesn't require much effort."

*fabric shuffling sounds*

"Well~ I'm all yours~ Let's drown in pleasure together~"

*slap sound*

"AAAHHH~! Oh fuck. Haha. Woah. I wasn't expecting you to spank my ass like that."

...

"It's round & perky. Of course you'd say that. Just hurry up & dick me down already. I can't wait any longer.

*okay, so like... I remember when Max commissioned NSFW audios, he requested squishing sounds for the sex scenes & you didn't add them. I would also like squishing sounds, but I won't say that they're required. just encouraged. if you add them... great. if not... well whatever I guess.*

"Ah~ There you go. Nice &... Aahh~ Easy. Hahhh..."

...

"Don't worry. I'm fine. It's a good thing I'm well lubricated down there. Just start slow, okay?"

*moaning sounds*

"Oh, fuck~ This is intense~"

*moaning sounds*

"I could get used to this~ It's so strange, but it feels so wonderful~"

*moaning sounds*

"Just knowing it's you~ My one true love~ You really are the best~"

*moaning sounds*

"Oh God, this is heaven~ Fuck~ Yes~"

*moaning sounds*

"I like all the delicious sounds you're making~ It's so erotic~"

*moaning sounds*

"Aha~ Jeez, all this moaning & groaning is sure to wake Jackson up~ But whatever~ I feel too fucking good to care~"

*louder moaning sounds now*

"You're pumping even faster~ Keep going~ The pleasure is almost too great~"

*moaning sounds*

"I can only imagine how good this feels for you as well, hun~ Although~ I don't really need to imagine it when I'm already feeling it myself~"

*moaning sounds*

"Your moans tell me everything~ You want nothing more than to fill up your cute girlfriend, don't you~?"

*moaning sounds*

"Don't hold back~ Cum inside me~ Please~ We both deserve to feel the height of ecstasy~"

*moaning sounds*

"Hold me close~ Keep me pinned down & don't let go~ My body is all yours~"

*moaning sounds*

"I love you~! I love you~! I love you so much~!"

*moaning sounds*

"I'm about to cum~"

*moaning sounds*

"I'M CUMMING~!"

*loudest moaning sounds*

"Hahhh... Hahhh... Hahhh... Hahhh..."

"Hahhhhhh... So warm... It feels so warm~."

"Hahhhhh... That was amazing. That was the greatest experience of my entire life. I think I've peaked. I doubt anything will ever top that."

...

"No, wait. Don't pull out yet. Stay inside me a while longer. Let's just bask in the afterglow together."

*footsteps heard outside the tent*

"Oh, shit! Never mind. Jackson's awake. Pull out & get under the covers quick. Damnit, we're totally busted."

*tent zipper sound*

"Uh... Hey... Jackson."

...

"Yeah, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. We had sex while you were asleep."

...

"You were never asleep?! You mean you were listening to us the entire time?!"

...

"I knew it! I knew you weren't really sleeping. My hunch was correct."

...

"Well, I suppose I should thank you. Embarrassing as this is, we had a lot of intimate fun thanks to you."

...

"All according to plan. Yeah... I know. Anyway, can we actually get some sleep now? I'm extra tired after all that."

...

"Only a few hours. In that case, me & my boyfriend are definitely gonna sleep in tomorrow morning."

...

"Don't push your luck, Jackson. Whether we bang again the next night or not isn't any of your business. Now go back to your tent."

*tent zipper sound*

"Sigh... That guy... I swear."

...

"Make no mistake, babe. We are definitely going to smash again by next nightfall. That was so much fun."

...

"I love you to, darling."

*kiss sound*

"Goodnight. Sweet dreams."

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THE END

[yellowgreendinno]

I want to know the craziest thing about you in the most batshit insane fic you could do

Okay so i don't know if i stated It on the precious post, but this'll actually be random "fics" of myself and my ppl on things that happened to us that fit the request. Not let's get onto It!

"Ma your tits are out"

"God can you shut up for once in your life?" I answer to my best friend's comment, looking down and fixing my top after checking he - for once - was right.

We'd met up at Kensington Arcade's Pret. It's a cold September morning, and the first time we've seen each other since last year- since he'd gone to France to study whatever gay men do in College.

Of course I've moved on with my life too - at the moment I'm studying Egyptology at London, with a flat rent in Kensington High Street.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I finish slurping up my hot chocolate's foam and throw the cup to the bin. Of course, Miguel stares at me as if i'd grown two more heads.

"what's with you?"

He looks like he's trying to resist the urge to throw his burning earl grey to my face.

"Mama, you're aware you just threw away a full five pound hot chocolate right?" He asks in a deadpan tone.

"Yeah" i say in a casual tone.

"You said Pret's hot chocolate was the best"

"It is!"

He looks dumbfounded, his pierced brow raised as he runs his left hand through his dark curls.

"Then what the actual fuck?"

I say nothing, staring at him with an embarrassed smile, and suddenly decide I preferred him saying i had my chest fighting to stay inside my top.

"Mena. Do you seriously buy a five pound hot chocolate for the foam."

I let out a strangely forced laugh, as if it were the most crazy thing in the wold but not denying either.

"At least it's not every day" Miguel says with a sigh

"Actually-"

"me cago en tu madre"

"I buy several... A day. No more than three, i swear!"

I try to excuse myself, burying myself deeper inside the hole i dag myself.

I look around, my eyes falling on a tomato and mozarela croissant; knowing full well I tend to fall into strange habits when i lose someone who's a pilar in my life. He smiles, then laughs loudly, attracting the attention of several people in the establishment.

"Mama, you really are something else, verdad?"

I hide my face in my arms, slumping on the table

"Miguel, subtlety please?"

He snorts

"We're from Tenerife, Ma. There's no subtlety there."

"I hope you choke on a cock"

"Hm. Would be a nice way to go"

[watermelonlovershigh]

what abt yn getting really hot with beard harry and she can't stop praising him for that while having sex. which make h even more hornier and rough

also i get the inspire bc of this pic

AN: i hope this is similar to what you wanted and i filled your request to your liking. let me know. and i know i call this rough sex in the story when in reality its barley that. its just a bit more rough then what i normally write in my fics. so enjoy : )

This story contains: dirty talk, riding cock, fucking, mentions of female oral sex

{ husband!harry - no kids }

word count: 1114

When Harry comes home from his morning run, you get turned on by his facial hair and fuck on the couch.

Harry had just come in from his morning jog around London when you were walking into the kitchen, getting the morning coffee started and made. You were dressed in one of his over-sized t-shirts and panties with a messy bun at the top of your head.

Shutting the side door to your London mansion, Harry walks into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before his after run shower. But he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. "Oh hello, m'love. Thought you'd still be asleep."

"Yeah well I was but woke up and decided to get our coffee started." you reply and for some reason can't take your eyes off Harry's face. Not because it was slightly sweaty, but the hair. Damn his facial hair had grown in more over night and it made your pussy throb at the sight. Just something about Harry having a beard and mustache really got you going.

"What?" Harry asks with a giggle, noticing your lingering look.

You tear your gaze away with a cheeky grin and answer, "You know what your facial hair does to me? Hm?..... Turns me on, see." Walking up to him, you grab his hand and move it towards the front of your panties, under the long t-shirt.

When he feels the dampness starting to form over the fabric, Harry moans a growl and his cock pulses in his shorts. "Fuckin' hell, love."

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It happened so quickly that you can barley remember how you got to where you are now; on the sofa, completely naked, and riding an equally as naked Harry as he lays on his back across the length of the sofa. You're bouncing up and down on his eight inch dick with your hands flat on his chest for support.

He was a sweaty mess from his jog this morning but you couldn't care right now. All you cared about was coming on Harry's cock. And you knew it wouldn't be hard with the sight of his facial hair below you. It truly did turn you on and made you have crazy fantasizes that you wanted to live out later in the day.

"Mhm, Harry," you moan loudly, trying to make it sound extra pornographic on purpose, "your beard and mustache has me so wet. You know what I can't wait to do later?"

Harry grunts below you, trying not to nut too soon and questions, "What'd you want to do later?"

"God babe, want your facial hair rubbing up against my pussy. Head between my legs, brushing over my clit when you tongue fuck me." you heave due to your breath becoming labored. He's so big and it feels so good each time you slam back down onto his lap.

But nevertheless continue your dirty talk, "Or maybe I ride your face. Just rubbing myself all over your course hair. Getting my juices all over your mouth and chin. Coming all over your facial hair."

"Enough, enough," Harry whines, grabbing a hold of your hips tightly and in one swift motion, flips your body over so he's on top and your laying down, "what'r yah trying to do to me, baby? You're gonna make me come before you do and you know I don't like that."

Now Harry has full control and you're not even mad about it. It's not often you have sex like this. Sex that's a bit rougher and what you'd consider actual fucking rather then casual sex or making love. But when you do, it always gives you a good orgasm in the end so you can't complain.

Harry leans over your body and clutches onto the arm of the couch for stability and snaps his hips forward, making the sounds of sex fill the room. Skin slapping and loud moans can be heard from the furthest end of the house. Your pussy is getting wetter and wetter from how well he's thrusting and you know you're about to come.

With your legs wrapped around his waist and one hand grabbing at his hip, you take your other hand and bring it down to rub your clit vigorously. Harry tilts his head down and seeing you touch your clit has his eyes screwing shut and his thighs beginning to shake. "Mhm, fuck. Gonna come f'me, baby? Gotta come soon because m'bout to."

"Yes, Har...." you start but have to stop and gasp for air before continuing, "so close." You throw your head back on the cushions and focus on the way your fingers rub pressured circles on your throbbing clit as well as Harry's cock going deep into your cervix.

Then suddenly you let go. Your brain goes fuzzy and your back arches off the sofa. Your vaginal muscles are clenching his dick repeatedly. Your little clit is actually pulsing on the pads of your fingers. That's when Harry can't wait any longer and blows his load into your cunt.

His hips falter their moments and his arms shake as they try and stay stretched outwards in front of himself. Harry yells out an animistic moan as his cum fills you up to the brim. And as your high begins to fall, you keep milking his dick as your pussy continues to involuntarily spasm.

Harry finally stops his hips all together and is left above you, breathing heavy as his lungs try to give him the oxygen he needs. Then he looks down and just has to ask you, "Was that alright? Wasn't too much was it? 'Cause I know we don't have sex like that often so just didn't want to startle you."

"Babe," you coo, reaching up to pull his body down to yours, "it was great. I know we don't have that kind of sex a lot, you know, where we play a little rough, but every once in a while doesn't hurt anything. Just might be a bit more sore then I normally am after sex. And Harry, I was the one who initiated it. Your facial hair really got me going. So, do - not - shave - it - mister!"

Harry laughs and replies, "Alright, won't shave it for a few more days. But then I might have too because I'm not use to having a hairy face. I'll let you get a couple uses out of it first *oral pleasure/face riding/sitting*. Now, let me carry you up the stairs and we'll shower together. Then we can have the probably cold coffee with some avocado toast for breakfast. How's that sound?"

"Great." you reply cheery and Harry slips his soft penis out your cunt before helping you up off the sofa and goes towards your shared bathroom.

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[heavenlybarnesss]

Polaroids

Pairing: Ed Warren x reader

Summary: While Ed is away on business, the reader decides to spice things up by leaving him a few *cough cough* pictures 👀

Warnings: Dirty-ish, not too over the top though. some masturbation, mentions of nudity, etc.

Author’s Note: I’ve been on hiatus for sooooo long, I’ve forgotten how to actually write decent. I don’t know how I feel about this guys 🙃 My anxiety has been way over the top and I’ve been taking some time trying to get it under control.

“Alright Ed, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Lorraine said tiredly. He looked up at her before pulling his car door open.

“Same time, same place. Have a safe drive home Lorraine,” he replied. Ed climbed into his car and started the engine, noticing something peeking out from the glovebox. His brows furrowed and he decided to open it out of curiosity. A polaroid picture fell out and onto the floor. He reached over and picked it up, his eyes widening at what he saw. It was a stunning photo of you, laid flat on your shared bed in a black lingerie set. The lacy bra cupped your breasts perfectly, and the panties and thigh garters left very little to the imagination. Ed wasted no time in driving back to the hotel to give you a call.

“Hi baby,” you chirped into the phone after the third ring.

“Hi honey, how was your day?”

“It was good! I took Buster to the dog park this morning before work and he loved it. I think he made a couple of friends even.” You smiled at your boxer puppy as he slept, snoring away on the cool kitchen tile. “How was work?” you asked. Ed ran his hands through his hair, drained from the day he’d had.

“Oh, the same as yesterday.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “I miss you so much sweetheart.” His voice was raspy, and deeper than before. He leaned up against the wall, eyes shut as he thought about you sprawled out on the bed sheets for him. “Hey, do you mind telling me about what I found in my car after work today?” It took you a moment to think of what he was referring to. Once you remembered, you immediately smiled into the phone. Ed had found your naughty picture.

“Hm, I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” you replied, feigning cluelessness. You tried not to giggle as you did so.

“Oh is that so? You’re not sure how that picture of you in that ravishing little black number got into my glovebox?” Your face grew hot at his words, a small pool of wetness forming in your panties. “You look like a goddess in that picture, hon. You have no idea what you’re doing to me over here.” You practically moaned at his words, each syllable dripping with lust.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it Mr. Warren. In fact, I think there might be a couple more you’ll enjoy even more,” you teased, wrapping the phone cord around your finger. Ed’s heart skipped a beat at your alluring tone. It had been nearly a week since he’d been away, and he needed you. He missed the touch of your soft skin, and the feeling of your lips on his. He missed the more intimate pleasantries as well; the bounce of your breasts when you took off your bra or the ungodly way you moaned his name when he was inside of you.

“I’ll call you right back,” he said, not waiting for you to answer before hanging up the phone. Ed walked out to the car and starting rummaging around until he felt something beneath the driver’s seat. He bit his lip, feeling himself stiffen at the thought of what he was about to see. He pulled the polaroid out, nearly melting right then and there. The second picture showed you propped up on the backs of your legs, dressed in only the black, lacy undies with your breasts exposed. Lord, have mercy.

He moved to look in the backseat, his large hands feeling around hastily. He reached into the pocket attached to the back of the passenger’s seat. Bingo. He pulled it out and his breath hitched in his throat. The last picture from your sinful little scavenger hunt captured you completely naked, tangled up in the white linens of your shared bed. The look on your face was sultry as your hair laid fanned out on the pillows. You looked like an angel that God had sent to Earth himself.

Ed did his best to compose himself before walking back into his hotel room. He dialed you again, anxious to hear your sweet voice.

“Yes, love?” you answered.

“Baby, you’ve got me falling to my knees over here. Those photos of you are heavenly. I miss you so damn much, honey. I don’t think I can wait another day to see you,” Ed said. You bit your lip, feeling your entire body blush at your husband’s affirmations. You plopped down on the couch, wearing nothing but one of Ed’s white button ups and a pair of red panties. You had been sipping on a glass of Pinot Grigio, feeling particularly self-assured tonight. You smirked as an idea formed in your head.

“Oh Ed, I wish you were inside of me right now,” you said seductively. Ed’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head at your words. You moved your hand down south, letting your fingers play with your slit. “You feel so good. I love how you stretch me out.” You rubbed your fingers in a circular motion on your clit, letting out a moan for your husband to hear. Ed’s hands grew fidgety, eager to fix the situation growing in his slacks. His breathing was shallowed, he needed to feel you. “I miss you Ed, I want you so bad.”

You continued to moan in a fashion that would likely bring your neighbors to believe they were living next to a pornstar. You were lost in thoughts of Ed on top of you, your legs slung over his shoulders when you suddenly noticed the lack of noise on the other end of the line. You sat up, brows furrowed.

“Ed? Baby are you there?” Nothing. What the hell? You hung up the phone, disappointed. Maybe the service isn’t great there. Maybe he fell asleep. You picked up your glass of wine and diverted your eyes back to the television, which was playing an episode of ‘Happy Days.’ You took a long sip and got up off the couch to finish dinner. You were trying your chef’s hand at making tomato basil penne pasta, and it smelled like the sauce was just about done. You made yourself a plate and sat back down on the couch.

After a couple more episodes, you decided to call it a night. You shut off the TV and all the lights, dialing Ed one more time in hopes he would answer. Nothing. Damnit. You started to worry, what if something had happened to him? Should you call Drew or Lorraine to see if they could check on him? I’m sure it’s fine, he had a long day. You climbed beneath the covers of your shared bed and allowed your drowsiness to take over.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of the front door closing. You sat up in bed, looking at the time on your alarm clock. 2:32 a.m. You got out of bed quietly and shuffled over to your shared dresser. You grabbed the metal bat that was positioned near it, taking a deep breath and slipping out the bedroom door. You gulped, your body shuddering with fear from who you would find in your kitchen at this hour. Your nerves were all over the place, your body using all of its energy to grip the bat as tightly as possible. You braced yourself and flipped the lights on, raising the bat in preparation to strike.

“Honey, honey! Wait, it’s me! It’s me!” a familiar voice called out. You stopped inches away from bashing your husband’s face in, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands outstretched to block the blow. Your eyes widened, caught off guard by his presence. You exhaled, lowering the bat and tossing it onto the couch.

“Ed? What are you doing here? You scared me half to death, I thought someone was breaking in-“ Ed took a long stride towards you and cut you off with a much needed kiss. Your eyes settled into a confused daze for a few seconds before eventually accepting what was happening and fluttering closed. Ed kissed you in a hungry and desperate manner, wishing he could take you right then and there. He hooked his large hands underneath your bare thighs and hoisted you up so you were sitting on the counter between his legs. You questioned him between kisses, still unsure as to why he was home. You weren’t complaining, of course.

“I thought you were staying at the hotel until Sunday.” He kissed the sweet spot below your ear. “You had me worried when we spoke earlier. How come you didn’t call me back?” He left soft, open mouth kisses down your neck. He stopped to blow cool air over each one, causing your nipples to harden through his white button up. You moaned at the tickling sensation, your eyes screwing shut in pleasure. Ed took notice to this, more specifically your lack of a bra. He smirked, reconnecting your lips and grabbing at the fabric of his shirt on either side. His arms flexed dreamily as he ripped the shirt open, your ears picking up nothing but the sound of scattering buttons hitting the hardwood floor. You squealed at his sudden roughness, loving the newfound aggression.

“Ed, what has gotten into you?” He stopped to look into your eyes, placing the palm of his hand on your cheek gently. Ed never failed to be blown away by your beauty. Whether you were couch ridden in a pair of his sweats with a hundred degree fever, or stumbling into the kitchen with bed head for a cup of coffee; Ed would always be in awe of you. You always struggled when it came to accepting compliments from him, so to see you so full of confidence in those photos just drove him wild.

“You’re just such a fox baby, I couldn’t resist coming home to see you.” You smiled up at Ed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Really? So you liked the pictures?” you asked, doe eyed.

“Are you kidding me? You nearly sent me back to the hospital with that last one pretty girl,” he smiled. You threw your head back with laughter, your face turning multiple shades of pink in the process. He chuckled at your reaction, his eyes softening at the scene in front of him. He wanted to memorize this very moment. Your hair was a beautiful mess, your strays flying every which way due to the lack of product in it. Your eyes were bright, yet still slightly blanketed with a need for sleep. Your bare cheeks were rosy, and your body looked better than ever clothed in nothing but his shirt. The sight alone simply had him love drunk.

“I thought it’d be nice to spice things up a little. I figured you could use it as something to look forward to when you came home.” You messed idly with the collar of his shirt, waiting for his response. He leaned his head down to reconnect your lips. You moaned into his mouth, weaving your fingers throughout his dark hair. He lifted you back up off the counter.

“Wrap your legs around me sweetheart,” he ordered. You nodded, doing as he said. He walked you to the bedroom, turning your back towards the bed and laying you down on it gently. He leaned down to hover over you, peppering kisses along your exposed chest. The sensation gave you butterflies, your back arching up off the comforter in pleasure. “Maybe one of these days you can show me that little black outfit in person,” Ed said, practically growling.

“Maybe, if you’re lucky,” you replied cheekily. You beamed up at Ed as you began undoing his belt buckle, over the moon about finally having your husband all to yourself. Your fingers worked meticulously as Ed made it his mission to whisper the sweetest of nothings into your ear. You were both lost in a lover’s daze when you heard a knock at the door. You looked at each other, dumbfounded as to who could be on your doorstep at this hour. You got up off the bed to put your robe on while Ed adjusted his belt. Of course, Ed being Ed, he gently nudged you behind him protectively while he went to open the front door.

Behind the door of your shared home stood Mrs. Cooper from next door.

“Oh, hi Mrs. Cooper. How can we help you?” Ed greeted her. She tightened her robe around her frail frame, clearly considering what she wanted to say.

“I’m sorry to bother you two, it’s just that I heard a very loud groaning coming from the house earlier this evening and I wanted to make sure everything was alright.” Your whole body went tense, your face on fire. Ed smirked, looking over at you.

“You know what? You probably just heard me rearranging the furniture earlier. That couch is awfully heavy,” you laughed, unconvincingly. Ed looked away, clearly trying to hold in his own laughter. Mrs. Cooper narrowed her eyes at you, but decided not to push it any further. You smiled and waved until she was completely out of sight, flopping face down on the couch once Ed locked the door.

“Weird, the furniture looks exactly the same as when I left-“ Ed started.

“Oh, shut up,” you replied, sending Ed into a fit of laughter. You sat up and smiled, more than happy to have your husband back and pushing your buttons.

[mrsdanirojas]

Love You – Dani Rojas x f!Reader

Summary: She was down to hit it from the back, so you figured she'd be down for a little reverse cowgirl (*shrug*). You were right. (A morning-after sequel following the first time Dani fucks you from behind.)

Notes: Um, this short fic half wrote itself before I could stop it, so here we are <3 It’s not even a fic, really, it’s more like drabble and I cut as much as I could, but alas,,

Content notes: Explicit, so minors – leave us. [*you're promptly escorted out of the room by my henchwomen*] Strap-on; edging; hair-pulling; spanking; lack of plot bc I continue to be a whore with a figurative pen

Word count: 1182

On AO3.

Even though you know Dani Rojas is loving this, taking in the sight of your bare ass slapping against her hips as you take in the full length and unforgiving girth of her strap, you also know you climbed on top of her lying on the bed this way (decisively; back to her astonished face; with not a little force) expressly so you could sit up nearly straight and take her as far in as humanly fucking possible. It’s a little selfish, maybe, but you wouldn’t know it from the string of low moans coming from behind and below you.

“Fuck,” Dani breathes, drawing out the expletive, bucking roughly into you with the strength of her arousal. Though the unexpected thrust lights a fire in your limbs that beckons you off the deep end, you’re hell-bent on your process.

You tut, leaning forward across her lithe outspread thighs and letting the strap gradually slide almost all the way out of you, pausing only when you feel the tip kiss the slick entrance of your swollen heat. The move underscores the sheer length of it gliding against your walls and sends hot waves of pleasure rolling outward from your cunt, but you maintain your focus on your guerrilla below. “Are you okay, corazón?” you ask, entirely insincerely. 

Dani groans, forceful breathing channeling through her nose as she tries to keep it together. You’d been teasing her this way – now bouncing wantonly to ride the life out of her, now unsheathing her with agonizing leisure so she had no choice but to watch the thick strap appear from your depths – for what you knew was approaching a dangerous amount of time. How much time, exactly, you neither knew nor cared, too busy treasuring the progression of Dani’s quiet grunts to startled gasps and now into tortured moans.

Yes, it’s torturous for Dani, so accustomed to throwing you around like you’re her depraved little rag doll (you are), but to be fair, she had started it.

“I–” Dani faltered earlier when you asked her how she’d slept. “Pinga, I can’t stop thinking about last night.” She ran a distressed hand through her hair, unsuccessfully attempting a smile as her green eyes glazed over in vivid contemplation. Your heart sang; you knew she was revisiting the same memories that had plagued you since this morning.

“You liked that, hm, amor?” you asked, setting down your mug and drawing closer to her spot by the doorframe.

Dani’s eyes blazed, but the tone that followed was aching, soft. “Liked it?” Tender hands found your waist, coaxed you into the safety of her chest. She wrapped her arms around you, bringing your fronts flush together not unlike the way she’d pressed her chest flat against your back just last night.  “I loved it,” she murmured, brushing a soft kiss on your cheek. “I loved you. You were perfect.” 

Blushing furiously despite yourself, stomach falling fast, you nevertheless managed to thread your hands into her hair, tugging gently on the strands at the back of her head before pulling her in for a kiss. You liked that Dani was open to your ideas, and you had a feeling she liked it, too.

You were right, you thought, as she let you lead her by the hand back into the bedroom.

“Please, mami,” Dani answers, the anguished croak bringing you back to the present and nearly stopping you mid-stroke. Hearing her beg tugs on something within you – you’re not sure what – but you decide to show a little mercy, in your own way.

You briefly adjust your hold on her bruised knees and carefully grind back down on her, rolling slowly to take it all in, from the pliant head down to the wide base, earning a whine. For once, you’re glad Dani can’t see you like this, eyes heavy-lidded and mouth agape in silent ecstasy. You’d been edging her heartlessly but not without a significant amount of concentration on your part, too.

You pause to make sure Dani’s actually okay. Something about your new position and the unadulterated pleasure you take in leading your lover to her undoing is leaving Dani almost entirely powerless in your literal grip. Whether she’s giving it to you or whether you’re truly taking it – the power is intoxicating, almost as much as the feeling of her buried deep inside you. Relieved to hear her breaths, labored but steady, you find one of her warm hands resting on your waist and squeeze lightly before pressing on.

“Lo que tú quieres, mi amor,” you coo, last words coming out breathlessly as you work your hips from their languid circles up to a decisive, positively whorish pace. At last you allow yourself to release a short, high-pitched moan as you settle into that fevered rhythm, pleased to find Dani starting to match you before reaching up and twisting your hair around her fist to pull your head back. Fuck. The seemingly endless taunting has unbalanced you both, you realize, when the open palm of her free hand connects with your ass, the sound cracking through the thick air like a whip and making you cry out. Oh. There’s the Dani you know; without fail the rough handling sends you spiraling, hips whipping into a frenzy so the head of the strap pounds repeatedly, directly into your sweet spot.

“Holy shit,” Dani pants, following your tempo but overtaking you in force, using your head as an anchor to rut into you with a fierceness that nearly knocks you over, unleashing a stream of whimpers for which you’re wholly unprepared. As intended, the precise angle of your lover plowing you from below and behind allows for the strap to plunge into the furthest depths of your heat, setting you ablaze with bliss. You chase the sensation of the strap lodged deep within you, needing it further and further inside, and your rolls shift accordingly, moreso dragging on Dani’s strap rather than bouncing. The resulting orgasm is intense, both of your hips fused together in a desperate dance, muscles of your walls wrapped tightly around and pulling on the entirety of the strap, soaring moans knocking against each other before finally falling in unison over the edge of your arousal.

It’s only when you rise up off the strap, sight of the supple glistening shaft retreating for the last time surely leaving Dani’s head spinning, and turn around to straddle and face Dani for the first time since you’d led her to the site of her ruin, that you realize what had tugged on you earlier.

She lies there, head thrown back against the long-suffering pillow, heaving chest struggling to regain its composure, and you remember this was just how you’d envisioned it. Dani’s eyes, hazy and framed by her long silky lashes, find yours, almost distracting you from the warm smile breaking out from one side of her mouth. Holding her gaze, you reach out to take her hand and squeeze again, this time with a firmness borne of knowing your guerrilla loves you, trusts you, and you her.

[tobesolonely]

apartment 41

hi y’all! this is my very VERY late submission for @meetmeinfleetwood​ ‘s “To Lovers” challenge (thank u miss sadie for even still accepting this LOL) but here is some good ol fashioned strangers to lovers with the line, “will you stay the night?” . :D enjoy everyone!

warnings: mentions of alcohol, intoxication, smut :)

word count: ~5.2k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

There were many things you loved about living on your own. You loved that your apartment was always clean. You loved that at the end of a long day, you could come back and brood in peace. You loved walking around in nothing but your underwear without the fear of anyone seeing you. You did things when you wanted, how you wanted. As a self-proclaimed introvert, there was nothing you loved more than living by yourself.

However, during slightly inconvenient moments like these, you wished you had someone else in the apartment with you.

You swore you’d been trying to get your favorite jar of pasta sauce open for at least the past ten minutes. It had been a long day at work, and at the moment all you wanted to do was heat the entire jar of sauce, boil a bunch of pasta, and call it a night. You were growing beyond frustrated–– you even contemplated just breaking the jar open. Ultimately, you decided against it lest you be met with a mouthful of glass.

Feeling defeated, you pick up your phone in frustration and hurriedly punch in your father’s number. The phone rings twice before he answers. “Hello? What’s up, hun?”

“Dad, what should I do if I can’t get this jar open? Like, it’s seriously glued shut,” you set it down on the counter probably a little too hard considering it was a glass jar. “I’m so hungry.”

“Did you try running it under hot water?”

You did.

“Hm. Try getting a good grip on it with a dish towel or something?”

Of course, you did.

“Well, I’m not driving over there just to open a jar for you,” your dad pauses. “You have neighbors, don’t you? Why don’t you knock on one of their doors?”

“Isn’t that weird?”

“No weirder than asking to borrow a cup of sugar.”

You thank your dad for the suggestion and hang up with him shortly after. He was right. You just needed someone to quickly open the jar for you and then you’d be back in your apartment, secluded from society until the next morning when you went into work. Besides, you’d been in your apartment for roughly three months now and you didn’t have a relationship with any of your neighbors. You figured now was as good a time as any to at least meet the person who lived directly across from you.

You slide on your slippers and clear the few steps it takes to reach your neighbor’s door. A faded ‘41’ was on their door, and a cheeky mat that read, ‘Did you call first?’ was at your feet.

You tried racking your brain for any memory of what your neighbor may look like, but you were drawing a blank. You were more to yourself than you initially thought you were and made a silent vow to become more social from this point on. You situate the jar of pasta sauce under your arm before placing two firm knocks against the door. Moments later, the door is flung open and you’re met with the smell of something delicious cooking, and a handsome, tall man donning a dirty apron.

“Hi, is everything alright?” he has a concerned look on his face as he looks over the top of your head and into your apartment.

“I— This is a little embarrassing,” you mumble, feeling your body grow warm. “I live by myself and I’ve been trying to get this jar of pasta sauce open for at least twenty minutes and I can’t. Do you think you can?”

His mouth slowly turns upwards into a smile before finally nodding, reaching out his hand to grab the jar of pasta sauce from you. “It’s pasta night at your place too, hmm?” His tongue is poked out of the corner of his mouth as he focuses on the task at hand.

“Yeah,” you reply. “I’m just gonna heat up the entire jar of sauce, boil some spaghetti noodles, and call it a night.”

The pop! of the jar causes you to jump slightly. “That doesn’t sound like very good pasta.”

You retrieve the pasta sauce from him, quietly thanking him. “It gets the job done.”

Your neighbor hums in agreement. “‘M sure it does. If you ever wanna taste some really good pasta though, y’know where I’ll be.”

“I do,” you nod. “Well, thank you again. I’ll let you go back to making your pasta sauce that is just way better than mine.”

He lets out a loud laugh. “I appreciate it. It wasn’t any problem at all, I’m here most evenings if you ever need help opening anything else, uh…” He trails off.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Beautiful name. I’m Harry, by the way.”

You look down at the dirty hallway carpet, a wide smile on your face. “Thank you, Harry. It was nice to finally meet you, by the way.”

“You too. Have a good night.”

You give him one more smile before turning on your heels and walking back inside your apartment, gently shutting the door. You quickly look out the peephole and catch him just as he’s closing his door, a dimpled-grin on his face.

It was Friday night when you finally got the chance to speak with him again. You were sitting on your kitchen stool nursing a glass of wine and waiting for your frozen pizza to heat in the oven when you heard someone coming down the hallway. As you had been doing all week since your interaction with Harry, you set your glass of wine down and shuffle over to your peephole, eyes scanning the small amount of hallway that was visible.

Harry comes into view seconds later, four overflowing bags of groceries precariously balanced along the length of his arms.

“Fuck.” You hear him mutter to himself. He attempts to reach in his pocket for his keys but once he realizes he can’t do so without setting at least one bag of groceries down, he lets out a loud huff in what you assume to be annoyance. You scuttle to your shoe rack and slip your shoes on before quickly flinging your door open.

“Hi! Need help?”

Harry jumps and you both watch as the contents of the bag he was getting ready to set down spill at his feet. “Now I do,” he’s already picking his groceries off the floor. “You scared the shit out of me. Also, were you watching me?”

Your face grows warm. “I heard someone coming down the hallway so I wanted to see who it was.”

“Oh, really?” Harry questions, pausing to look up at you. “You came out of your place so quickly, felt like I was bein’ watched or something.”

You know he’s teasing you but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed that he caught onto what you were doing so quickly. Instead of dignifying his statement with an answer, you bend down and begin helping him pick up his spilled groceries. His hand grazes yours lightly as you both reach for a can of black beans, now slightly dented. It lingers for a moment before he retracts it to retrieve a different item. A quick, side-eyed glance reveals that his cheeks are tinged red.

“What are you making for dinner?” You ask him, standing up and dusting off the knees of your leggings.

“Uh, veggie chili. S’one of my favorites–– hey, is something burning?”

Your eyes widen and you abruptly turn away from Harry without so much as a goodbye, hurrying toward your kitchen that was starting to grow foggy from smoke produced by your oven. You were so preoccupied with helping Harry gather up his spilled groceries that you had totally forgotten you had a frozen pizza in the oven and if the smell was any indication of its current state, it was most likely inedible at this point.

Reaching for the oven mitt you kept next to the knives on the counter, you open the oven and fan the smoke out of your face, holding back a gag from the burnt smell. Your fire alarm immediately goes off once you open the oven and Harry appears a second later, a concerned look on his face. He looks around for your smoke detector and once he sees it he stands on his tiptoes to turn it off. You set your now blackened pizza on top of the oven and turn on the microwave fan. Harry’s already opening windows around your apartment, fanning the air with a throw pillow from your couch.

“Thanks,” you mumble, a wave of embarrassment washing over your body. You feared that Harry probably thought you were the most incompetent person on this planet–– first, you couldn’t get a jar open, and now here you are nearly setting your apartment on fire. “Guess I should’ve set a timer, huh?”

“Yeah, ‘spose you should’ve,” he replies. “It’s okay, though. ‘M about to get started on dinner, you can join me? If you’d like, that is. Maybe you’ll have a new recipe so you can stop eatin’ all this frozen shit.”

“Leave my frozen foods out of this,” you playfully scold him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Thank you for the invite though, that would be great, actually. I’m gonna get this cleaned up and then I’ll be right over?”

“Sounds good,” he neatly situates your pillow back on the couch. “I’ll see you in a bit, Y/N. Door will be unlocked.”

Once Harry’s gone, you move into action, quickly tossing the pizza into the trashcan before running to your bathroom. You try to remember if you brushed your teeth earlier that day but you can’t, so you brush them again just to be safe. You hastily examine yourself in the mirror before deciding you weren’t going to do anything more, not wanting to come off as trying too hard. You were almost one hundred percent certain Harry was just being neighborly–– nothing indicated that he found you attractive, so you didn’t want to make it too obvious that you found him to be the most stunning man you’ve ever seen in your life.

Locking your door, you clear the distance from your welcome mat to his in five steps flat, and take a deep breath before letting yourself in.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that Harry had more skill in the kitchen than an everyday home-chef did. He all but floated around the room, chopping with ease and finesse. The two of you had settled into a comfortable silence as he worked and you watched. Billy Joel played softly over his Bluetooth speaker, and he’d occasionally stop what he was doing to take a sip of his wine and look over his shoulder at you, almost as if he was checking if you were still there because you were being so quiet.

Your head was starting to grow fuzzy as you finished your third glass of wine that night, so you make the (responsible) decision to cut yourself off for the night. “Can I have a glass of water?”

“Course y’can,” he replies quietly, not stopping what he was doing. “Give me just a second and I’ll get ya––”

“Oh, I can get it myself. Just tell me where the cups are.”

Harry stops chopping and turns completely to face you, an amused look on his face. “You’re plastered, aren’t ya?”

“No? Why do you think that?”

Harry laughs. “You can’t hear yourself stumblin’ over your words, but I can. Jus’ stay right there and I’ll get your water. You want ice?”

“How do you know how to cook so well?”

“Culinary school,” he responds coolly. “Ice?”

You’re not sure if you are as drunk as Harry says you are, but you were currently finding the fact that Harry went to culinary school the coolest thing ever. “A chef? No way! What kind of chef?”

“I’m a Sous Chef. Gonna give ya a bit of ice.”

“I can’t believe I live across from a chef! No wonder you were giving me shit for eating canned pasta sauce,” you take the glass of water from Harry’s outstretched hand, thanking him. “Even your water tastes better than mine!”

“I think you’re just pissed, Y/N,” Harry responds, eyes crinkled from smiling. “Do y’like cooked carrots?” Your nose wrinkles in response to Harry’s question and he mutters something about how he’ll leave them out before turning back towards the stove to check on his food.

“How old are you, Harry?”

“Just turned twenty-seven. Yourself?”

“I’m twenty-four!” You exclaim, a little too excited. “Where are you from?”

He turns to look at you, eyebrow raised. “England. What gave it away?”

“Your accent.”

He hums, a small smirk on his lips. “Where are you from?”

“I’m from here. Just moved back home from my college town but didn’t wanna move back in with my parents, so here I am.”

“No roommates, you said?”

“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’, taking a big gulp of water. “You don’t either, do you? I just realized I haven’t heard or seen anyone else since I’ve been here.”

“I do not. I had a roommate when I first moved in but he ended up gettin’ engaged and moving in with his fiancée, so it’s just me for now. I think I like livin’ on my own better, though.” You watch as Harry reaches into his cabinet and retrieves two bowls and starts spooning your dinner into them. He sets the bowl in front of you and hands you a spoon, nodding at you to try it.

You bring a spoonful up to your mouth, blowing a few times before shoving it into your mouth. Your eyes widen at the amazing flavor that fills your mouth, and your eyes diverge to his. “This is incredible!”

Harry looks down at his bowl of food, a shy grin on his face. “Thanks, Y/N. Glad you like it.” He grabs his glass of wine from behind him and moves around to the other side of the island to sit next to you.

“Are you a vegetarian?” You ask, mouth full.

“Somewhat. I’m a pescatarian,” he shovels a spoonful of the chili into his mouth. “More wine?”

“I better not,” you reply, mind still fuzzy from all you’ve drunk throughout the night. “This is seriously so good, Harry. You’re cute, you can cook, you’re nice… you’re like, a triple threat!”

“Callin’ me cute?”

“C’mon, you know you are,” you answer boldly. “I’m just stating the obvious.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he takes a sip of wine. “You’re a pretty big looker yourself.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“You flirted with me first.”

“So what if I did?”

Harry lets out a quiet scoff, going back to eating his food. After a moment he says, “I wouldn’t mind.” You smile to yourself and continue eating, bringing the bowl up to your lips and tipping your head back so you could get every last drop of Harry’s veggie chili. He gets up to get another helping of food as you get up to place your bowl in the sink, lifting your sleeves to wash it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says as he brushes past you, going back to where he was previously seated. “I’ll clean up later. Do y’want some dessert?”

“I think I will take some more wine,” you grab the bottle from the center of the island along with your glass, pouring a generous amount. “This is good. Nothing like the cheap bottles I get from Target.”

“I’m glad you like it. Thought I’d pull this one out tonight, always pairs well with dishes like this…” He trails off. “Anyway, yeah. Glad y’like it.”

You and Harry finish off the bottle of wine no more than thirty minutes later, having by now situated yourselves on his couch. He turned something onto the television (you think it was Iron Chef), but neither one of you were paying any attention to it. Harry was asking about what you studied in college, how you like your current career and your favorite things to do in your free time. You were asking him about England, his family back home, and why he chose to go to culinary school.

He has a way about him that captivates you— just completely pulls you in— and you never want to stop listening to him speak. Harry leans close to you when you talk, almost as if you’re telling him a secret that he doesn’t want to miss out on.

“I think ‘m jus’ as drunk as you are now,” Harry whispers, letting out an adorable giggle. “Goin’ into work tomorrow is gonna be a proper pain.”

“No one told you to try and outdrink me!” You yell, tucking your knees under your bottom. “Now we’re both drunk, what good does that do?”

“Think it’s more fun this way, don’t you?” Harry lets out a little burp, his face flushing. “Wanna help me clean the kitchen?”

“What happened to cleaning it later?” You stand up from the couch, wobbling slightly before catching your balance.

“Well, I didn’t think we’d get drunk off our arses and sit here talkin’ til one in the mornin’, did you?” He stands up as well, his hand moving to rest on the small of your back as he scooches past you.

“There’s no way it’s that late,” you retort, checking the time on your phone. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to overextend my stay. I’ll help you clean this place up and then get going.”

Harry swats a hand in front of his face, shaking his head. “Overextend your stay? Of course y’didn’t, more than happy to have you here. Do you wanna wash or dry?”

“I’ll wash since I don’t know where anything goes.” You move to the sink and roll up your sleeves, moving the small number of dishes in the sink all to one side so you can fill the other side with water. Silence falls over you again as you clean the dishes from dinner and soon enough you’re done, drying your hands on your t-shirt.

“Thank you, Y/N. We make a good team, huh? Got that done quickly, didn’t we?” He folds the dishtowel in half neatly and hangs it over the handle of his oven.

“Yeah,” you yawn, slipping on your shoes that had been discarded earlier in the night by the door. “I’ll get out your hair and let you get to bed, then. Thank you for having me over and for cooking that delicious dinner, I enjoyed it. I owe you.”

“If it’s frozen food, don’t worry about it,” he jokes, moving to open the door for you. “If you want to cook me something, though…”

“How about I take you out for dinner? I stay out of the kitchen, and you’ll get something edible and halfway decent. A win-win?”

Harry laughs. “‘M lookin’ forward to it. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“I couldn’t decide between Italian or sushi but since you’re a pescetarian, I figured sushi was our best bet.”

Harry looks away from the menu and at you, clearing his throat before speaking. “That was really thoughtful. Surprised you remembered considering how loaded you were.”

“For the last time, I was not that drunk,” you defend yourself, gently kicking his calf from underneath the table. “By the end of the night, you had way more than me!”

“Maybe so,” he replies nonchalantly, looking back at the menu. “Let’s not forget who can handle their alcohol better, though.”

You let out an indignant hmph, and get to scouring the menu yourself. You didn’t eat sushi very often so you figured you’d probably just get whatever Harry got.

“Let’s do sake bombs.”

Harry raises an eyebrow. “Sake bombs? Are you tryin’ to get me drunk again?”

“They’re fun! Just one?”

Harry shakes his head at you and grins before waving over the waitress, asking her politely for two sake bombs. She comes back a few minutes later with the alcohol and chopsticks balanced precariously on a tray, setting them in front of you and Harry respectively.

The waitress stands back and says, “Ichi… ni… san… sake bomb!” The two of you pound the table until your shot glasses fall into the cup and then you throw your heads back, chugging down the cocktail. When you finally finish chugging your drink and look back up at Harry, he’s staring at his watch as if he’s been waiting for you to finish for ages.

“Oh, you’re finally done? I was startin’ to grow old,” he teases, taking a sip of his water. “Do you know what you wanna order?”

“You’re annoying,” you reply, narrowing your eyes at him. “But I’m gonna get whatever you get.”

“Really? You don’t have any preferences?”

You shake your head. “I don’t eat sushi very often so I honestly don’t know what I should get. I’ll try anything, though.”

“You really did pick this place just for me, didn’t you?” He has a teasing tone to his voice, but his gaze has softened.

“I told you I owed you, didn’t I?”

At this, Harry just gives you a small smirk and signals the waitress over once again to order for the both of you. While you wait for your food to come, you fall into easy conversation with Harry again. It seems like you can talk about anything under the sun with him–– no topic was off-limits, and nothing was awkward. He had to have been one of the most interesting people you’ve ever met in your life. He was well-traveled, knew several languages, and loved to sing and write music in his spare time. Although you felt your own life was rather boring in comparison to his, he made you feel just as accomplished and interesting as he was.

“That was good,” he tells you after you’ve both finished eating, wiping his mouth with his napkin and slouching in his chair slightly. “Think ‘m gonna need to unbutton my pants here in a second.”

“Me too,” you answer with a laugh, making eye contact with the waitress. You mouth, ��check, please’ and she nods, reappearing at your table with the check. As you’re digging in your purse to pull out your wallet, Harry reaches over and grabs the check before you can even look at it. He reaches in his pants pocket for his wallet and slides his card in before you’ve even looked back up.

“What are you doing?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Did you forget that I’m the one that owes you?” He shrugs.

“You can make it up to me another way. Don’t worry about it,” his voice is low and gravelly. The waitress comes back to collect the check from Harry and after he receives his receipt, he reaches into his wallet to place a cash tip for her on the table. “Ready to get home?”

Home. You know he only worded it that way because you live directly across from him, but you would like going “home home” with Harry, at least for tonight. There was no denying the sexual tension between the two of you was electric–– anyone who was paying attention to the two of you could probably sense it. You wordlessly nod and follow Harry out of the restaurant, intertwining your fingers with his when he holds his hand back for you to grab.

He stands on the curb and expertly hauls a cab, opening the door and gesturing your in ahead of him. Harry’s hand moves to rest on your leg as he makes small-talk with the taxi driver, asking him if he was having a busy night and how much longer he thought he’d be out for. Harry pays the cab fare and wishes the driver a good rest of his night before all but dragging you out of the taxi.

“What’s got you in such a rush?” You ask Harry, a teasing

“Oh? Did I misread the situation? I thought–– this is embarrassing, never mind…” his tight grip loosens on your hand but you pull him back into you, laughing at how adorable he was.

“Harry! I’m joking, I know what’s going on,” you rub your thumb across the top of his. “I was just messing with you.” You see him visibly let out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t mess with me like that, Y/N!” You’re still standing outside of your apartment complex in the dark, as close to one another as you can be without completely melting into each other. He releases his hand from your tight grip and places it gently on your face instead. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Please,” you reply breathlessly, standing on your toes. Harry cranes his neck to meet your lips and presses them to yours softly, pulling back only when the both of you are near gasping for air.

“Was that nice?” He asks, thumb caressing your face. Your noses are pressed together and you just nod, still too breathless to speak. “Maybe we can take this inside, then?”

Once inside Harry’s apartment, he nearly rips off the new shirt you bought specifically for your date with him, discarding it by his door.

“Careful with that,” you mutter, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I just got that today. Tag is still onnit.”

You feel Harry laugh into the side of your neck, walking your backward towards his couch. “I’ll cover the cost if it’s ruined then, how’s tha’?”

Harry sucks harshly on your neck, causing you to let out a low moan. “I guess that’s fine.”

“That’s fine?” Harry mocks you, guiding you onto the coach. You hum in agreement as you sink further down into the couch, letting out a sigh of bliss as he peppered kisses along your breast.

Your movements are needy— desperate. Neither one of you were trying to hide how badly you wanted to fuck the other. Harry smashing his lips onto yours once more, his breath warm and tongue salty from all the sushi he had earlier consumed. He attempts to pull his own shirt from his body while not breaking the kiss, and you let out a satisfied hum when he succeeds. Now you’re both shirtless and the only thing stopping you from fucking each other proper is being still fully clothed on your bottom halves.

“Can we get these off?” You ask, tugging at your own bottoms. Harry helps you pull down your tight jeans, struggling slightly to get them off your sweaty legs. Once your jeans are off your underwear follows immediately after, carelessly strewn around the room like the rest of your clothing.

“Y/N…” Harry hungrily takes the sight of your body in, eyes darkening with lust. “You might be the death of me, did ya know that?”

“I do now.”

He sucks on his index and middle fingers and lowers them down to your core, slipping them inside you with ease. You hadn’t realized how wet you were until Harry was knuckles deep, curling his fingers tantalizingly slow inside of you. “Do ya?”

You bite down hard on your lip, nodding at Harry’s rhetorical question. “Obviously.”

He flips the two of you over, so that you’re now straddling him and he’s laying below you. “Take what you want, then–– oh wait, condom?” You nod and move as Harry digs around in his pants, pulling out his wallet.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys that keeps a condom in their wallet.”

He rips it open with his teeth in one swift motion and unbuckles his pants, giving himself a couple of quick strokes before sliding it on. “What if I am? Was quick and effective, wasn’t it?” He rests his hands on your hips and pulls you back on top of him, connecting his lips with yours again. “Now you can take what you want.”

Your hands move up to grip Harry’s shoulders as you slowly sink onto him, wincing at the stretch and burn an unfamiliar partner sometimes brings. You make eye contact with Harry as you take a moment to adjust to his size, noting how his grip on your hips gets even tighter.

“S’big,” you mutter, rolling your hips slightly. Below you, Harry squeezes his eyes shut. “So big.”

“Tell me how badly you want it.”

“You already know. Don’t feel like being teased.”

Harry juts his hips up to meet you slamming down onto him, groaning out loudly from the pleasure the added motion brings. At one point he situates himself so he’s sitting straight up, using his left hand as a support for him to rest back on while his right hand is tweaking at your nipples. He’s letting out a slew of curse words, letting you know it felt just as good for him as it did for you.

“Ridin’ m’cock so good,” he says under his breath, bringing the hand that was playing with your nipples to rest in between your legs. Whenever you slam back onto him you feel him not only deep in the pit of your stomach but also on your clit, bringing you maximum pleasure. “Don’t be so quiet, let me know when ‘m makin’ you feel good, love.”

“I’m already close,” you admit, feeling a bit embarrassed at how it took Harry doing next to nothing to work an orgasm out of you. Well, not literally–– but it felt like it. “Feel s’good inside me, you’re so big.”

Harry lets out a low moan from your words, throwing his head back in pleasure. It hits the arm of his couch with a quiet thump but his pace doesn’t falter in the slightest. “You’re gonna make me cum if ya keep strokin’ my ego like that.”

“You asked for it,” you reply, changing your move from riding to grinding as you were starting to grow fatigued. “I’m close.” You remove your hands from his shoulders and let them roam the expanse of your body, wanting nothing more than to receive maximum pleasure.

“Can feel ya squeezin’ ‘round me,” Harry says, taking his lip in between his teeth. “Know you’re about to come, pet.”

"Harry..." you warn, your movements growing more desperate and sloppy. You weren't normally a selfish lover but your head was so clouded from pleasure, all you could think about at the moment was your release. Harry leans his head back on the couch again and now uses his two free hands to bring you to orgasm–– one is rubbing circles on your clit and the other one is gripping at your breasts as you use your last bit of strength to swivel your hips on him.

You're coming undone not ten seconds later, loudly moaning out the man's name who laid under you. You don't slow your movements, knowing he was right behind you.

"Y/N, fuck, 'm gonna come-" he lets out a low, guttural moan, coming immediately after announcing it.

The sounds of you trying to steady your breathing are the only sounds that fills the room as you both come down from your respective highs. Harry runs his hands along your bare body, eyes hooded from the orgasm that just wracked his body. As you’re beginning to uncurl yourself from Harry, he grabs your hand, pulling you back down.

“Will you stay the night?”

You didn’t know what sleeping with Harry meant for your relationship going forward, but you were glad you knocked on Apartment 41.