#unbuckling his belt as we speak

[fxrmuladaydreams]

holy shit

[buckxtommy]

DADDY? SORRY. DADDY? SORRY. DADDY? SORRY. D

[dante-mightdie]

so let me share something with you guys for a second

(nsfw)

ghost is hot, right? we all know that. picture him always having someone sneaking out his room during unsocial able hours, shushes and clattering of buckles hitting the floor as his latest hookup creeps back down the halls to the cold barracks

and you, the awkward recruit with a fat crush on your lieutenant who envys every person who shamelessly shoots their shot with him and succeeds. letting him make a mess out of them for one night only

and it is always one night only

no same person has ever left his room twice, nothing more than a cheap hookup to him. you know you wouldn’t be any different, shown the door before you can even get your cargos zipped back up but if it meant at least one night with simon riley, you really didn’t care

but when it’s finally your turn? when you finally drink up enough courage to speak to the brooding man in the corner nursing his own drink in the corner of the bar, it turns out he didn’t even know your name

but that’s okay, it’s not like he was gonna be your future husband anyway so you power through. pull out all the charisma you have stored away for moments like this and you soon find yourself back in his room, making a complete fool of yourself

struggling to unbuckle his belt, biting down too hard on his lip during the, quite frankly, terrible make-out session that led up to your current situation, responding to his dirty talk with blinded stutters

and when he finally pulls out his cock? you’re too nervous to relax, and it doesn’t fit. before he can give you some half-assed ‘s’alright, love. another time, yeah?’, you’re shoving him off and rushing out his room before you can even get yourself fully-dressed

for weeks, you avoid him. at least, that’s what he calls it. you didn’t consider it avoidance under the assumption that he had no intentions of pursuing you again

simon was under the same assumption, and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about you. every hook-up leading up to you was a performance, an act he completed as some odd way of reminding himself that he was still, in fact, human

your heated cheeks and scrunched nose every time you fumbled was strangely refreshing to simon, a friendly reminder that not everything needed to be so serious, so professional. maybe the humanising act could be an experience instead, he thinks as he reaches for his phone

that night had been keeping you up for weeks, replaying every stupid way you messed up the thing you had been thinking about since you laid eyes on simon

and then your phone pings. from an unknown number.

‘price is off base. come to my room and I’ll make it fit this time.’

[sparklyskies0]

𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 ꣑ৎ c.s

pairings: driving!bf!chris x passengerprincess!reader

( 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 ) after spending a weekend seeing your parents, you and chris are now on the drive back to his place. You couldn’t wait to get back home to have him in your mouth.

warnings/disclaimers: oral!male receiving, blowjob while driving, pet names, car sex, etc.

The drive back home has only been an hour already. You’re restless, only two more hours to go. The weekend with your family was fun and much needed. Nothing but good vibes and the family taste of your mothers cooking. The only problem, was that you were hornier than usual.

You wanted chris—no, needed chris everyday. But you refused to do anything about it because of the family setting. Sleeping in your childhood bed with him was torture, his body pressed against yours driving you crazy. You wanted nothing more than to just tell him to fuck you then and there. And he knew it, he felt the way you would stir purposely to get closer and rub your ass against his bulge. But then again, family setting.

When it was time to leave, you were ecstatic. You enjoyed your time with family but going back to being alone with chris tops all of that. Plus, you had lots of fucking to make up for.

The drive back home is three hours at most. Pure torture. You couldn’t help but stare at chris’s manly hands on the wheel, the way he keeps one hand on it while the other is on your thigh at all times. You fought the urge to close your legs together because of the pulsing sensation. You turned your head, looking out of the window to find something, anything to distract you from how good your boyfriend looks and how bad you want him. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, as his hands squeezed your thigh occasionally which is something he does a lot.

Good thing he couldn’t hear your slight moan over the loud music blaring through the car. After a while you couldn’t keep your urges to yourself anymore. “baby?” you speak. so soft that at first he couldn’t hear you, so focused on the road and the lil skies song that was playing. You repeated yourself, a little louder.

He snapped his head to you briefly, before returning his eyes in front of him. “yea? what’s up ma?” he reaches to turn the music down slightly. “i want you.” you place your hand on his leg. Dangerously close to his crotch. He double takes, “huh?” he asks, his brows furrowing a little in confusion. But he heard you, he just wanted to hear you say it again. Maybe beg a little.

“i said i want you, this whole trip i’ve been horny as fuck” you say, being completely honest. Though it wasn’t necessary. Because he knew, he always does. “oh yea?” he says, a small smirk forming on his face that’s glowing in the moonlight.

“yes. you haven’t noticed?” you say, some sort of shock in your voice. You didn’t think you were being subtle at all. You could’ve sworn chris could sense when he needs to fuck you almost immediately just by looking at you. “no i definitely have.” he chuckles

“when i came out the shower the other day you fucking moaned babe” he accuses. which is very true. you thought it was in your head but it was out loud. “what do you need, princess? i got you when we get home” he asks

Your hand inches closer. Teasing him slightly. He looks down at your wandering hand and bites his lip. “what’re you doin?..” his voice is low. “i can’t wait till we get home…” you say softly, your voice laced with need and desire.

your hand finally makes its way to his now hardened cock. His bulge visible through his jeans. You run your hand over it teasingly. He hisses. His posture straightening. “ma, not right now.. i’m driving” he mumbles, almost like he didn’t want you to hear him.

“i don’t care..” you breathe out, now adjusting your position to fully face him. Your hand makes its way to his belt, unbuckling it. Chris bites his lip. His heart pounding out of his chest.

Almost as if the universe answered him, he comes to a red light. He stops. Almost immediately beginning to assist you in undressing him. He lifts his hips up, as you pull his pants along with his underwear down to his ankles. he settles back in his seat. You take his throbbing cock in your hand, his precum glistening around his pink tip.

“mm look at you, y’wanted this too, huh?” you moan softly, palming his cock. He lets out a strained moan. “shit..”

You teasingly kitten lick his tip, cleaning up all the precum before taking him deep into your mouth. He lets out a strong moan. When the light turns green he curses.

he begins driving again, struggling to keep his composure as you don’t stop. Your head bobbing up and down and getting faster every second. “fuck-baby” he moans

You hum around him, sending vibrations through his large member. His breath is shaky, he places two hands on the wheel just in case, he grips it.

Your hand strokes him as you move up and down. The sounds of his wet cock filling the car along with his moans and the low music. You release him with a pop sound. Catching your breath. “ohh fuck..” you continue to stroke him. looking up at him for some sexy eye contact only to see that his face is contorted with pleasure as he focused on the road.

That was enough for you. “mm, like that baby?” you say your last words before taking him in your mouth again. He gasps slightly. “fuckk,.. s’good” he mutters, throwing his head back but quickly snapping back up as he remembers he is driving.

He keeps one hand on the steering wheel, his other placing on your head to force you to take him deeper. You feel him touch the back of your throat, gagging slightly. But you don’t stop. Your pace quickening. He attacks your throat repeatedly with his cock. You can tell he’s close by how he throbs and twitches in your mouth.

You lift your head up, for another breath. “mm so close baby.. you gonna cum? gonna cum in my mouth?…” you egg him on. “give it to me.” You encourage

His moans get louder, his stomach sinking in as he nears his release. His vision going blurry slightly “oh god oh god oh god” he repeats. In pleasure and panic.

Your bring your free hand to squeeze his balls, causing him to tense up more. Your eyes watering as you deepthroat him violently. You slow down when you feel him twitch, now going from sloppy and fast to sensual. You go faster when his hips buck up to thrust in your mouth. Signaling for you not to stop what you were doing.

“ohh fuck ma don’t stoppp, shiiiittt” he lets out a loud guttural groan. Stilling inside your mouth as his cock shoots his warm load down your throat. Filling your mouth completely.

He empties himself inside, his body twitching with aftershocks. You take him out of your mouth, emphasizing the pop. You swallow, looking up at him. His cum spilling out from the sides of your mouth. You lick your lips. You use your tongue and mouth to clean off his cock, he whimpers at the stimulation.

“fuck…” he pants out when you sit straight up again in the passenger seat. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

He glances at you. “better?” he speaks “think you can behave for the rest of the ride now?”

You smile, triumphantly.

ᥫ᭡ Authors Note

woke up, saw chris’s post

and started creaming. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[chrissvalentine]

idk if this is how to request something but i love your writing so much so i wanted to ask but a matt story where its date night and youre on your way home together but reader gets impati and gives matt roadhead while he drives???

:: sub!matt x reader impatient

matt swallows hard, struggling to keep his focus on the road and not on the fact that your unbuckling his belt. he shifts in his seat, his grip on the wheel faltering for a quick moment. he tries his best to keep quiet, but soft whimpers string out as he speaks.

“i — baby, i’m driving..” he whispered as he glanced down at you quickly before returning his attention to the road ahead of him.

you smirk, only taking his words as a challenge, not an actual warning.

“i’m driving. you - nng — we - you can’t —“ he protests as his breath hitches, the road seeming increasingly harder to focus on.

his words of protest are weak as you swirl your tongue around his tip, before sinking your mouth onto his cock. he grips your hair tightly into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, keeping the other gripped tightly onto the steering wheel.

you continue to bob your head up and down on his length, taking him all the way to the back of your throat.

you suddenly pull your mouth off of his cock with a ‘pop’ sound. he glances down at the sudden loss of contact, and groans softly before murmuring softly.

“no - i — please, don’t stop.” he whines.

you respond smugly as you trace his thigh softly. “don’t stop? what happened to all that ‘i’m driving, — we can’t,’?”

“please i — i’m sorry mama, didn’t mean it i — i swear, please don’t stop.”

you smirked before placing your hand back on his cock, slowly taking him back into your mouth.

→ love, jess

🏷️: @submattenthusiast @dominicfikeenthusiast @pixxiies @breesturns

[enhalouv]

hyung line - when you want his attention while he's on the phone

a/n: another lil easing in w some pov !! hope u enjoy hehe

pairing: enha hyung line x fem!reader

warning: SMUT!, corporate!enha hyung line, derogative language (c!nt), oral, unprotected sex, voyeur, public-ish sex, a mention of a foot, cursing, lil dub-con

w.c: 1,541

Heeseung

“Well, I’ll be in the office quite late, so there shouldn’t be a problem with finishing it.”

Heeseung’s playing with the papers on his desk, a contract awaiting his signature. He knows it’s important, but it’s 3 hours past work hours and he’s finding it difficult to concentrate on the vital information dump. 

Nonetheless, he tries his best. Soon enough, he finds himself absorbed in hearing what his colleague says regarding a business deal they’re both working on. 

He’s so distracted, he almost misses you walking in. 

Almost. 

It’s hard to miss you when you’re in the lingerie set he brought you back from his business meeting in London. You look beautiful. Heeseung leans back on his chair, hand gripping the armrest as he shifts his legs forward to relieve the pressure of his growing erection. 

The set was something he noticed in the shop window of a high-end sex store. Heeseung imagined your beautiful body gripped tight by the material of the lingerie. He hadn’t even hesitated to buy it, disregarding the quadruple-digit price tag entirely. The lingerie was barely concealing anything. Mesh and lace exactly hugging your skin the way Heeseung knew it would. God, he’s drooling. 

“Well, the client needs to confirm the fee estimate before we can get started. But he’s barely responding…”

The voice of his colleague flows in one ear and out the other, his attention solely on the way you stroll into his room. His breath hitches when you drop onto your knees in front of him. 

“Pay attention to your call, Hee. It must be important.” You’re being cheeky. Lips pulled into an innocent smile like you’re not working to unbuckle his belt. 

Heeseung’s straining through his slacks, his grip on the armrest of his chair tightening as you palm his cock. 

“Heeseung?”

His attention gets drawn back by the call of his name. “Yes?”

“Were you listening?”

“Sorry,” Heeseung chuckles, a hand going to grip the back of your head as you mouth at his cock through his underwear. “Just got a bit distracted there, what did you say?”

“I was saying…”

The call drifts out of his mind, his phone dangling precariously in his fingers. His business partner continues to update him on something- Heeseung doesn’t care. All he cares about is the warmth your wet mouth provides as you suck his cock down your throat. 

Jongseong

You’d been acting up. Whined and tugged at Jay to give you attention while he answered an important work call. 

You were being a brat. 

Jay wasn’t so nice when you acted out. So, now you’re on all fours, being pounded by your boyfriend from behind. A hand firmly covering your mouth to prevent any noise from coming out, less the person on the other end hearing how Jay makes your head spin. 

He’s relentless with his thrusts, a hand pushes your back into a deeper curve, and the other holds a phone to his ear. He’s responding with a steady voice, one that doesn’t give away the way he’s got you unravelling on his cock. 

“Actually,” Jay cuts the other person off, slowing down his thrusts and pushing in deeper. “Can you relay that to my assistant, she’ll be much better at ensuring this job gets completed.” 

You’re barely paying attention, the new pace making you drool from how deep your boyfriend is going. 

“She’s here right now, let me pass you to her.”

Without hesitation, Jay leans forward pushing deeper into you and puts his phone against your ear. You begin to panic as Jay shows no signs of stopping. What the actual fuck is he thinking?

“Hello?”

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

“Go on, love,” Jay’s voice is low as he speaks to you, careful to not let it get caught by the phone’s microphone. “Answer him.”

You grip the phone hard against your ear, trying to breathe deeply to steady your voice before responding, “Yes, h-hello, I’m Jay’s assistant. Please c-continue.”

The voice on the other end filters in and Jay’s being kinder and slowing down his thrusts, hips resting against your ass as he pushes shallowly into you. You’re thankful that he wasn’t being heartless, and you try your hardest to listen to what’s being said. 

But before long, your hand slaps against your mouth as Jay pushes your back as deep as it curves and grips your hips and thrusts in so deep, you see stars. Jay begins a brutal pace, uncaring of how hard you’re trying to be quiet. 

You’re absolutely fucked. 

Jaeyun

He should be listening to his colleague on the other end of the call. This was an important business deal that would cost his company thousands if he fucks it up. 

But you’re right in front of him with two fingers deep in your cunt, and his attention was otherwise occupied. There’s no way his eyes, let alone mind, could drift from the way you play with your pretty pussy.

You’re spread out on his desk, one leg up and the other hanging between his own. The heel of your foot presses against his hard-on, the pressure not being enough for his cock. His hips subconsciously grind up into it, his slacks straining against his thighs at the motion.

“Will you be in tomorrow? I want us to delegate some tasks to the team.”

Jake hums absentmindedly, lips tucked between his teeth as you slip your fingers out and lead them up to your mouth. He tries his best not to groan into the receiver as you lick your fingers clean, spit dribbling out your mouth in an obscene mess. 

Fuck this. 

He puts his phone on speaker and places it on the other end of his desk. With his now free hands, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of his table and immediately shoves his face in between your thighs, desperate to taste your sweet cunt. 

Your thighs wrap around his head, hands gripping his hair tightly as his tongue flicks against your clit and slides against you. His fingers creep up your leg making you shiver. You're straining hard to be quiet, biting onto the palm you've clasped over your mouth.

Jake's fingers circle your hole, huffing out a laugh when your whole body jerks at his teasing, and slides two in. He works two digits into your cunt, cum squelching as he pushes in deep. His mouth is back on your clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth, loving the way you tense in his hold.

“Jake, you there? What was that sound?”

Parting from your clit, Jake still fucks his fingers into you. Uncaring of the way you're gripping his dress shirt, eyes squeezed tight as you're nearing closer and closer to orgasm. There's no way he's going to stop now.

“Yeah,” Jake sighed, his voice strained. “I'm listening. Just getting ready to head to the gym. Uh- stretching and stuff.”

“oh, okay… anyways-"

Jake doesn't hesitate to get his mouth onto your cunt just as you shake in his hold, cumming straight on his tongue. So worth it.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon’s barely paying attention to his boss in the other line as it is, but the moment you walk in with the cute loungewear set he bought you, his attention entirely zeros in on you. 

The shorts are tiny and ride up your thighs as you walk towards him. There’s a cheeky smile on your face, and Sunghoon should know by now that’s never a good sign. But really, he can’t find his attention deterring from how glorious your legs look. 

With no words being exchanged, you perch yourself on his lap. Sunghoon’s free arm immediately wraps around your waist, and he pulls you in close. He stretches his arm out with the phone so the microphone doesn’t pick up the chaste kiss he leaves on your lips.

“Hi there, darling.”

Sunghoon is infatuated with you, eyes never straying away from your face. He can’t find himself caring about the possible reprimanding he’ll get tomorrow for not listening to his boss’ instructions. His girl is in his lap, looking unbelievably gorgeous and grinding down into his half-hard cock. 

Wait. 

His mind short-circuits as you continue to roll your hips, a devious smile on your face as you watch Sunghoon’s reactions. 

You pull his pants down until they’re halfway down his thighs, gripping his cock to stroke him a few times. Sunghoon’s hips jump at the contact, thighs tensing at the feeling. 

You eventually lift yourself up with Sunghoon’s help, pulling your shorts to the side to show your dripping cunt. No panties. Good God. 

Your hips circle the tip of his cock, teasing. He hisses when you slide down on his cock, you’re tight and so, so warm it has his head tossing back in pleasure. 

“Sorry? What was that, Sunghoon?”

His boss’ voice filters through and Sunghoon has to remind himself he’s actually on a phone call. But the way you’re rolling your hips in his lap is making it a difficult task to remember. 

“Ah, sorry, I just got a paper cut,” he lets out a fake chuckle, gripping your ass harder. 

You continue to bounce on his cock and Sunghoon continues to lose his mind.

[tender-rosiey]

how would modern day sukuna be like a father? :o

nerves — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: no curses au, lovelies! thank you for being so patient MWUAH and of course, merry christmas to everyone who celebrates it!

when one thinks of sukuna, one thinks of a broad muscular man covered in tattoos with a sharp jawline and an even sharper tongue punching the hell out of anyone.

you never think of the same man carrying a pink glittery bag and his own little pretty princess.

“do you have your lunch box?”

“yup!”

he quirks an eyebrow, “you sure?”

your daughter nods excitedly before looking over her dad’s shoulder. she grins when she finally sees you and excitedly calls you over, “mama! ‘morning!”

a smile instantly appears you on your face as you make your way towards your little sweetheart, “good morning, baby!”

you take her into your arms—ignoring your husband—and you kiss her cheek, “you excited for your first day of school?”

“mhm!” she gasped suddenly, “mama, look at my hair! papa made it for me!” she giggles, proudly showing off her ponytail.

you look with a knowing look and a small smile at your husband.

sukuna frowns and looks away, “it was easy anyway,” he then glares at you, “don’t make a big deal out of it.”

you giggle and pad your way towards him, resting your arm on his shoulder and gently kissing his lips, “it’s a really cute deal, though.”

you lightly bounce your daughter in your other arm, “right, d/n?”

“yeah! papa is the best!” she cheers, hugging him tightly.

your husband groans, but—nonetheless—his arms are wrapped around you two, “you two are such drama queens.”

he leans slightly, mouth near your ear as he whispers, “you better give me a proper fucking kiss when we drop the brat off.”

you gasp lightly and smack his shoulder, “watch your language!” you watch him scrunch his face—most likely about to sass you—so you press a quick kiss to your daughter’s cheek then your husband’s.

you then push them through the door with a nervous smile, “okay, bye! have a great time and don’t forget that mama loves you!”

“I love you too, mama!”

of course, you would’ve loved to accompany your daughter to school, especially on her first day, but the darn office just happened to call for you right now.

sukuna knows that, and so does your cute daughter, so there is a reason why they were both so reluctant to leave.

anyway, back to the present.

your husband’s frown is still evident as he is robbed yet again from a ‘proper’ kiss. he picks your daughter up easily and then throws her in the car.

she, as always, finds it funny and starts laughing her little butt off. sukuna rolls his eyes, and gets into the car himself.

he puts on the playlist that your daughter made herself, and finally starts the car. the ride is quiet, if you don’t count the singing and screaming of your daughter.

of course, sukuna can’t do anything about it—even if he knows that he doesn’t want her to stop in the first place.

the school isn’t that far away anyway, so they reach it in no time. your husband skilfully parks in front of the gate and takes his seatbelt off.

he doesn’t hear hurried unbuckling of a belt or nonstop squealing and fidgeting, so he looks at his daughter, “what’s up?”

she fidgets with the hem of her shirt then speaks up, softly, “I am—scared.”

he furrows his eyebrow, turning his entire body towards her, “huh? why? you were so excited with your mom earlier and you were screaming my ear off about it yesterday.”

“I know,” she murmurs then frowns, “…but what if people don’t like me?”

sukuna is stunned for a moment. he isn’t the one to normally deal with your daughter whenever she needed deep or meaningful emotional advice.

that was what you did, especially since you are able to read your daughter pretty well.

but he tries his best cause he would be damned if he isn’t the best father. his hand is placed on her head, albeit a bit roughly.

she whines, “papa, my hair!”

he takes a moment, “I…” he starts then quietens down for a second, and even then, you’re daughter is looking intently at him.

he then looks at her again, “they will love you. you’re a good kid."

your daughter’s eyes widen at her dad’s unfiltered compliment. she beams, quickly unbuckling her belt and throwing herself into his arms.

her smile is so wide it almost hurts her, but her heart feels so full because of her dad’s praise that she couldn’t care about anything other than him.

he slowly starts patting her head, “and if someone bothers you, I will just beat them up.”

“mama said no violence!” your daughter scolds and almost on cue, your face appears on the screen: you’re calling!

looks like you managed to squeeze in some time to check up on her. your daughter swiftly presses on answer and chirps, “hi mama!”

“hi baby! why are you not in school yet?” you question, eyes darting towards your husband, questioning.

“papa wanted to get some food first, so we just arrived!”

sukuna is—internally—flabbergasted. this liar. he is about to interject, but then he ponders about it for a moment: maybe she doesn’t want you to see her hesitant about the whole school thing.

maybe she wants to appear strong—with no weak points—in front of her mother. then he breathes out a chuckle, at least she takes after him in something.

“sukuna! she could’ve been late!” you huff then sigh, “good thing that you guys moved early anyway.”

your eyes then focus on your daughter, “how’re you feeling?”

“excited!”

“any nerves or anything?” you ask knowingly, but she shakes her head.

she hugs sukuna tighter, “I was a little nervous, but papa made me feel better!”

you grin, “did he now?”

he notices the teasing glint behind your eyes and looks away to avoid your gaze. your daughter giggles at her dad’s behaviour, and so do you.

and your husband has never felt more teamed up on than now. she hears the bell rings, “oh! I gotta go now!”

“bye papa!” she kisses her dad’s cheek, “bye mama!” then kisses the phone’s screen. you blow her a kiss back, and she dashes out of the car, ready to start her day.

even while walking towards the building, she turns again to her dad and waves at him happily.

sukuna nods and she grins, switching her focus back on the school. his focus is on her intently, until you speak up, “I am proud of you.”

his gaze snaps to you, expecting a teasing smirk, but instead you’re smiling warmly at him. his heart contracts in a way that makes him feel weird, and he can’t find it in him to give you a snarky reply.

he groans, “she is my daughter as much as she is yours, y’know.”

you hum, “of course, she is,” he hears rustling on the other line, so he assumes you’re checking some papers before turning to him again, “she takes after you in more ways than one.”

“yeah, I noticed,” he says quietly, and you laugh.

he notices from the corner of his eyes his daughter laughing excitedly with a bunch of others girls, and he lets out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.

you tap on your desk a little, “you nervous?”

“if someone hurts her, I will kill them.”

“I figured."

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[jayniks]

Brought The Heat Back (s.jy)

Where you annoy your boyfriend Jake while he's on live.

WC . 0,8k

PAIRING . Idol!jake x girlfriend!reader

WARNINGS . SMUT (MDNI), blowjob (m reciving), tease, public sex if you think about it, handjob, blowjob, a bit of boobjob at the end.

MASTERLIST . enha

"'Jake, is it hot in there?' Actually, yes, a little," Jake stammered, licking his lips as he ran his hand through his hair, small strands of which were sticking to his forehead from the sweat. The live had started, how long ago? Half an hour? Probably more. Of course, it was summer in Korea, it would be reasonable to think that was the reason why he was sweating. However, that wasn't the reason, and Jake was trying to hide it as much as he could but he wasn't God's strongest warrior.

It all started as an innocent movie night where he brought his beloved girlfriend to his room (let's celebrate that now he doesn't have to share one!) to watch some movies before doing a live for Engene. At one point he left to look for the food he had left reheating and, when he returned to the room, he noticed that you were not in bed, but rather next to the desk. He chuckled before sitting down and turning on live to interact with his fandom while he ate. He thought you were going to eat next to him (without the camera seeing you) while he did his daily duties. Little did he know that you would end up eating just not what he thought.

After about 15 minutes interacting with his fandom you decided that you were bored, so you took advantage of a moment where he turned around to sneak unnoticed under the desk. Jake didn't panic until that moment, he was more worried that you had been noticed than what you were doing. He smiled as he read the comments, one caught his curiosity so he decided to read it, "'Jake, what's the best thing about having a room for──." He interrupted himself, dropping his smile as he felt your hands run from his knees, across his thighs, until you reached his waist, where you played with his belt without undoing it yet.

He swallowed dryly as he looked scared at the camera, realizing what he had gotten himself into. He tried to cover it up by saying that 'he had seen a spider', they were going to believe it anyway. Well, let's continue where we were. Jake continued to pretend that everything was fine while you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. He lowered his hand, pretending to drop some chopsticks to try to push you away, gently hitting you on the head as if he was saying 'stop, don't do it' while smiling awkwardly at the camera.

After reading some comments that were already noticing his strange behavior, he put his hands on the table again to start his 'date time with your idol' or something like that, I don't know, sometimes he gives his lives strange names... But continuing with Jake, he only managed to carry a few bites of food when he began to cough heavily to hide the moan he had repressed in his throat after you sucked on his tip. As Jake struggles to maintain his composure, your attitude becomes more daring and you move your hands further up his thighs, massaging until you reach his pelvis, and moved down so you folded his sack while gobbling down what you could of your boyfriend's member.

He scans the comments section, takes a sip of water to compose himself before speaking, "we've been trying to learn the choreography in a different way, Niki learned it immediately and wanted to leave earlier," he broke off with a laugh, "but the manager wouldn't let him leave, so-". This time he interrupted himself as he felt the warmth of your throat enveloping him. You looked at him with eyes full of mischief, hoping that he would pay attention to you.

"Oh, Jakey, you're so sweaty today! Shouldn't you cool off instead of making us hotter?" Jake read the comment, trying to maintain his composure. He lets out a nervous laugh and runs a hand through his hair. "Haha, well, you know, it's... really hot in here," he licked his lips as he leaned back in the chair a little, spreading his legs a little to give you more access. In a breathy voice he spoke momentarily "yeah, very hot, very warm...", at the end of the sentence he coughed to keep from letting out the grunts trapped in his throat. You take advantage of his momentary distraction, bobbing your head rhythmically, causing him to bite his lower lip to suppress a moan.

Moving on in the live (as well as your actions) Jake was no longer on earth. All that was going through his mind were the same words all the time, "Jake, don't cum during live." He had hidden it quite well, after all even the members had believed it. Oh, didn't I say that? The members had joined freely through the new weverse option, let's see how long Jake can last when you decided to change the position and slid his cock between your breasts.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, yandere, f!reader, bondage, abuse, punishment, intense spanking/whipping-ish

gn reader

“Please- plea- m’so- sorry-” You sob, voice cracking on its own blubbering. Chest full of panic – heaving for a fix but achieving little less than spurring even more hysteria.

“Haah…” He sighs. Casually fixing your bonds tighter around your wrists, hoisting them a little higher above your head until you were properly stretched up on your tippy-toes.

Shivering in just your undies in anxious wait of his anger.

Stroking your back while holding your belly in a steady hand, he thinks he’s never felt fear quite like it, but unfortunately, “Y’broke the rules, Sunshine… and now yer’ gettin’ punished.”

He unbuckles his belt. Your eardrums burn at the crisp sound, so much spiked blood rushing about, making you go dizzy. 

You think you might pass out.

“What did I say the rules were, hm? ‘You remember ‘em?” He mumbles in a steady tone, speaking awfully softly with his lips pressed against your temple. Waiting for your answer.

You give a sob and a pitiful nod, and he hums in return, rubbing calm circles into your shivering, goose-fleshed skin.

“Recite them for me.” He requests, nose rubbing your hairline as you shiver from his touch.

Voice unsteady, filtered through tears and a hopeless sense of terror – chin tipped up, needing to gasp for breaths. “N-no fighting, no- no arguing, no run- running-”

“Mh…” He hums, taking in the scent of your shampoo with a sniff of your crown, placing a kiss there as though in kudos – or as a small mercy before getting started. “And you managed to do all three in one night. ‘You feel proud, hm? ‘You feel accomplished? Hm? Was it worth it?”

You whimper under the interrogation, feeling smaller and smaller by the second – so exposed where you are, practically hanging from the ceiling like dead meat. Stripped of everything that might’ve protected you – or that would have at least cushioned the coming onslaught of pain you knew to dread.

“Nah… it’s written all over your body. Goosebumps and cold sweat, shaking from tits to toes. You regret it, don’t you?” He murmured, winding his belt around his fist once, then twice, leaving a looped tail. “Mh, maybe you’ll think twice about it next time... or maybe you’ll finally learn your place.”

He finished with a soft bite to the chub of your cheek, then grabbed your chin just as gently, holding your face up to look at him as he sidestepped to your front. Leaning his forehead against yours, he stroked your jaw with his thumb – lips hovering just short of yours.

“I'm gonna hurt you, Sweetie.” He purred, stroking your asscheek with the cool leather in his grip – in such gross contrast to what you knew he planned on using it for. “I promised I would, and now I will…”

He kissed your lips then – slowly, sweetly – suffocatingly so as you cried – tasting your tears and doing a terrible job at withholding his grin as you felt it pull giddily at the corner of his mouth.

He licked his lips once he pulled away, walking a circle around you like a shark.

“How many hits do you deserve?” He mused. “I guess one for each rule you broke is fair, but it seems a little scant…”

He stopped behind you, placing a chaste kiss on your arm before nuzzling around it.

“Should we say thirty?” He offered, and your eyes immediately widened.

Shaking your head furiously, prayers already coming out in splutters. “No- please-”

“No? Too many?” He pouted, not bothering to mask his glee now. “Okay, okay, calm down, baby. Breathe.” He soothed with no effort. “I think…”

There was a pause – a hum of thought as he wrapped his arms around your front and swayed you back against his chest in a hug.

“Ugh fuck, I'm no good makin’ rules on the fly…” He feigned - sinking his jaw into the grove of your armpit before cuddling the soft flesh with his chin-stubble.

He sucked his teeth in a further display of thought before releasing an exasperated sigh.

“I really didn’t think you’d break ‘em, y’know? I thought you’d be a good pet…”

You trembled, eyes looking down at the belt held between his big hands – whimpering at the sight of him simply playing with it – psyching you out like a true sadist.

“But you just had to disappoint me, didn’t you?”

You bit your lip to stop a sob.

“Had to be difficult… and now I gotta make difficult decisions…”

He slinked off you, leaving you to wobble – toes barely grazing the cold basement floor.

You try your best to prepare yourself for the next events, but the more you brace yourself the more tense you get and the harder you cry. “Please- I’ll be good- promise- m’real- really sorry-” 

“I know, baby. I know~ I am, too.” He coos, kissing your spine while rubbing circles into your sides – feeling your ribs rattle with sniffles, struggling for air through your panic. “I wanna make sure we never have to be sorry again.”

He wraps an arm around the front of your hips, steadying you while stroking the loop of his belt over your plump cheeks – tentatively teasing the soft flesh with what was soon to come.

He licked his lips at the promise – already imagining the flawless flesh blooming with his marks.

“I think thirty is fair.”

“No- no please- please, don’t-” You thrash – but do so little more than in place.

“Don’t squirm.” He interrupts, his hand curling into your hip with blunt nails denting the fine skin, keeping you still, pushing your side snugly against his front – holding you intimately while gruffing out eerie murmurs still much too softly for what he was saying. “Remember, it’s another ten hits if you fight me and another ten if you argue.”

At least he doesn’t make you count....

You wouldn’t have been able to even under threat – too busy wailing.

Each hit like the lash of a whip, smacking you fast, one on top of the other. It’s enough to make you throw up after half of it – though it's mostly just water and acid.

He takes pity enough to allow you a small break. Wringing off his wife-beater and wiping your mouth with it – also brushing some of the sweat off your brow before kissing your forehead. 

“Halfway there, Sweetie- you’re doing so good~”  He whispered soothingly, holding your cheeks to pick your face up from hanging – looking into the hopeless look of your opium-blown eyes – so lost he didn’t know if you could even hear him.

He acts as though he’s sorry after, but the boner he’s got nudged against you doesn’t lie – desperately dry-humping your thigh for some sort of relief.

His breaths are tight and hot, puffed against your arm where he now mouths wet kisses. “Good-” He swallows thickly, brows tight-knit, voice thick with lust. “Good pet.”

You hadn’t noticed he was done. And the relief doesn’t register either. There isn’t much comfort in it to grasp, not with the pain still so numbingly intense that you can’t feel anything but the raw sting. 

He drops the belt to the floor and struggles his fly open, shoving the trousers down along with his boxers, stepping out of the heap in a rush – all the while sucking sloppy kisses on your shoulder and nape, mumbling praise. “Y’were so good- so good fo’me- gonna reward yah- my good fuckin’ baby- gonna make yah feel so fuckin’ good now-”

The flesh of your ass burns with welts and split skin, ugly marks already lining the once-pretty color with horrid shades of bruise-dark. Your throat’s ripped raw from all the wailing – only weeping harder when he takes your hips and sways you back to meet his fat erection.

He shamelessly rubs himself between your cheeks – frenzied with his mouth gaping, releasing a filthy shuddering moan while leering at the beautiful sight of his handiwork – feeling so proud he was blushing just from sheer sadistic enjoyment – even letting slip a breathy laugh now.

He hung his tongue out and let his drool drip onto the shaft, then placed another kiss between your shoulder blades. Gliding his tip down and, with the help of a hand, pushed it between your cheeks until it caught your entrance. 

A rugged groan blew hotly down your spine, and another cry was ripped from your chest as he sunk inside without a single spare second to waste.

He laid his face to rest against your back, nudging up inside you slowly with both arms wrapping around you like before – holding you snugly before he began the intimate pace, fucking only the deepest coziest parts of you.

“I love you, Sunshine- you’re mine- only one I give two shits about- rest can just fuck off for all I care- as long as I have you- right here… forever.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Kirishima, Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Overhaul ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Nanami, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Sakusa, Miya twins, Suna ♡ CSM – Aki ♡ BLLK – Reo, Isagi, Kunigami ♡ DS – Doma, Sanemi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[sturnioz]

꒰ STURNIOZ KINKMAS '24 ꒱ !

fratboy!chris has another surprise for shy!reader. tw. butt plugs, double penetration (for those who are not comfortable)

꒰ PART ONE ꒱ but this can be read as a standalone.

"take your panties off 'n get on the bed, bun.. just like i told you before."

you chew on your bottom lip nervously as you stare at the bunny tail butt plug chris has in his hands as you hook your fingers beneath the elastic band of your panties and pull them down your legs, shivering at the cold air that hits your skin.

you lay flat on your stomach, your body tensing when you feel chris grasp your hips, his fingers digging into your plush ass to pull you up onto your knees, making your back arch and present your most vulnerable parts to him.

you're so embarrassed—just like you were before—having him see you in such an open position that you shove your face into the blankets to hide your warm face, trying to forget that was happening until you feel the cold sensation of the lubed metal butt plug pressing against your puckered hole.

you fidget and gasp a little, body tensing up once again at the feeling of being stretched but chris shushes you, rubbing soothing circles at your lower spine with his thumb as he slowly pushes the toy inside.

as he works the plug deeper, your breathing hitches at the back of your throat, a whimper escaping your lips at the initial discomfort that soon fades into something a little strange—more tingly, more pleasurable.

"good, you got it... keep relaxin' f'me, bun.. almost there."

you comply to his words, allowing your body to relax and enjoy the sensations to let the bunny tail be fully seated inside, and you hear a content hum vibrate in chris' chest as he pats your ass.

"there we go.. good job." chris praises suddenly, and the words send a shiver down your spine and heat to rise to your cheeks, a shy smile spreading across your lips until a gasp emits from you, tensing up when you feel chris fingers reach between your thighs to touch your puffy folds. "remember what i said before, bun?"

"n..no?"

chris clicks his tongue against his teeth. "dumb bunny, hm? can't even remember anythin'."

"m'not dumb," you pout softly, your words slightly muffled by the blanket lets flush against your mouth. "right, right... 'cos surely you'd remember me wantin' to be inside your guts while the tail is in your ass, yeah?"

oh.

oh you remember that now.

you swallow thickly as you nod your head, your hands sliding up the sheets and gripping the fabric tightly as you hear chris shuffle behind you, the metal clanging on his belt as he unbuckles it.

"y'gonna let me in, bun? see if you can fit me in there?" he asks you, and you don't trust yourself to use your words as you nod your head weakly, only to whimper when you feel him pinch your thigh. "speak, kid."

"y-yes—yeah," you whisper, clearing your throat as you raise your head up a little to speak properly. "yes.. please."

"please," chris mocks you with a quiet laugh. "a'ight.."

the feeling of his hand back between your thighs, cupping your pussy and coaxing his fingers through your slick folds has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, especially when he finds your opening that's already beginning to clench around nothing.

you remain still as possible when chris' hips press against your ass, nudging the bunny tail only slightly but it still makes you let out an airy, causing him to chuckle as he aligns himself at your entrance.

"deep breathes, yeah?"

"mhm."

your words come out muffled as chris' cock begins to sink into your welcoming warmth, stretching out your walls deliciously. you struggle to breathe as he fills you up—and the feeling of being stuffed from both holes is enough to have your mind swirling and a cry to seep past your lips before your head slumps down to the bed, parting your lips to bite down onto the sheets.

"fuuuuuck..." chris hisses through his teeth as his hips lay flush against your ass he buries himself to the hilt, his hands gripping your waist tightly. "fuckin' tight, bun. shit—"

with slow and deliberate thrusts, he begins to move, withdrawing until only his tip lays nestled inside before sliding back in and you mewl, drooling around the bedsheets with each push of his hips while the bunny tail plug continues to stimulate your ass, adding an extra layer of pleasurable sensations to each stroke.

"o-oh—oh—ah... nngh... ah.. ah..." your sounds are muffled but uncontrollable as chris picks up speed, skin slapping against skin as his nails dig into your hips, keeping you still as he fucks into you from behind.

the plug in your ass twitches and bumps against your walls with every movement that chris makes, and it makes you more responsive and loud—stimulating you until tears start to bubble in your eyes.

"y'feel me, bun?" chris asks you between grunts, and he circles his hand around your wrist to guide yours to your tummy, pressing hard against the soft skin. "feel me in there?"

you let out a pleasurable cry at the feeling of him in your guts, his cock bumping against your palm on your belly with every deep thrust and he hums, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot inside that immediately makes you wail, body pushing up the bed as you crawl away from the stimulating pleasure.

"where you goin'?" chris laughs as he pulls you back onto his cock, and your mouth opens in a silent gasp as you slump against the sheets, your pussy clenching around him tightly as he leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he continues to rut into you wildly, his breathing heavy in your ears. "gonna cum all over this dick, yeah? gonna make a fuckin' mess f'me."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[ynbabe]

would you write an smau with yuki or Oscar with an ex racer male reader who hangs out around the paddock a lot, maybe there could be a scene where yuki/oscar gets asked in an interview about rumors about who he’s dating and reader’s reaction gives it away?

Chose Oscar for this one cause I'm gonna make the reader similar to a certain someone hehhehe

Also let’s all pretend this isn’t like 9 months later okay 😭😭

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lando.jpg he's such an airport dad (he still has my passport...)

username is that oscar?? in the last pic???

lando.jpg yes @/y/n/l/nofficial did a lil therapy session

lando.jpg father

y/n/l/nofficial do NOT call me that lando.jpg Daddy y/n/l/nofficial NO-

username the comments 💀

username lando just replaced Carlos with another older Spanish man- We see u pookie we'd fall Y/n too

oscarpiastri the one time I'm featured and I'm drunk and crying? I'm calling my father @/charlesleclerc

lando.jpg you're lucky thats all thats featured lando.jpg are you sure thats the daddy you wanna call? lando.jpg deleted comment

username HELLO??? WHAT IS GOING ON???

y/n/l/nofficial

y/n/l/nofficial he stole my bike so I stole his look🥰

username I need someone to look at me the way Oscar looks at Y/n

username that hoodie looks a lil too snug bbg do u have something to tell us??

username fr like Y/n is BUILT no way that’s his hoodie

username that’s Oscars for sure

mclarenf1 driver swap?

username YES pls get y/n back just for one race guys pls i beg landonorris I agree Oscars mean to me Y/n’s nice 🥰 oscarpiastri I’m sorry I didn’t laugh at your knock-knock joke 🙄

You laughed as you saw all the comments under your post, knowing you were joining the McLaren garage for the Austrian GP.

--------------------------------

You cheered as Oscar got P2 screaming with everyone else. Jumping and screaming with mechanics that used to be yours.

Everyone had thought you’d hate the boy replacing you, how you’d force everyone to side with you over him, poisoning Lando’s and the teams mind against him. They couldn’t be more wrong.

You grabbed the younger man’s fireproofs collar, pushing him to the wall.

“Y/n?” “P2 baby,”

You smiled looking down at him, giving up on being professional and placing your lips on his, trying to hold back knowing the man was tired but you simply couldn’t, tasting the sweet champagne from his tongue, you pushed one knee in between his separating them.

He gasped, arching his back away from the thin motorhome wall, grabbing a fist full of your hair, making you moan, his other hand reaching to the buckle of your belt.

You separated to breath, both panting, sweaty and blushing, resting our foreheads together.

“You think we’ve got time?” You asked, placing a soft kiss at the corner of his lips, feeling them lift up into a smile.

Just as the boy was about to speak, there was loud knocking on the door, shaking the wall next to it, “No monkey business guys,” a British voice yelled laced with a teasing tone, “Osco needs to be able to walk to the interview room,” he cackled making the other men groan.

“Shut up, Cabron, go annoy Carlos or something,” you yelled, resting your head on Oscars.

“Damn you sound just like him, I must have gotten confused,” he squeaked like a dolphin making Oscar cringe at the insinuation, pushing you away.

He pulled the door open, making the other boy falling in, “Disgusting Lando, never say that again,” he whined making the older papaya clad boy laugh again.

“It’s giving enemies to lovers, 100k words-”

“GET OFF AO3,”

“GET OFF Y/N, YOUR FRICKING LIPS ARE SWOLLEN!” He yelled pointing at his own lips, making Oscar cover his, both looking at you and back at each other, making you realise your unbuckled belt with the reddened lips didn’t look very innocent.

“Ewwwwwww!” Lando groaned, running out the room, “be at the press room in 5 minutes you disgusting rabbits, oh my god,” he cried as he sped down the hallway.

Oscar looked at you, cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment, making you smile back at him, suddenly shifting to a smirk, “well, we do have 5 minutes,” you winked, making him groan and look away.

“Shut up, y/n,” he rolled his eyes and began walking out, with you hot on his heels.

You quickly caught up to him, pulling him into you by his waist while you walked side by side with him, lips to his ears, “oh, it’s y/n now? I remember something like- please, oh god, please don’t stop, ahh,” you moaned quietly, leaning back to normal and walking away, leaving a stunned Oscar behind.

“Come on, Osco, you’re getting late,” you called, smiling to yourself for causing such a reaction from the usually calm and collected man.

You had followed him to where the duo was being interviewed, cameras had been set up by the pr team, and a small section at the side for Zak, Andrea and the race engineers incase there were any questions for the team. You saw an extra chair and made your way to sit next to the boss man himself, quite happy to get to reconnect with your old boss.

The interviewer asked questions after questions with Lando being the leading man as usual, your boyfriend being the more reserved between the duo.

You took a sip of water, keeping the bottle in your hand, lost in the conversation between you and the others but heard Oscar being singled out.

“So our podium sitter here, Mr. Piastri!” The interviewer hyped up, making Oscar smile and nod, “let’s move away from the race and focus on your relationships,” he cooed trying to elicit a response but McLaren media training was a beast so all he got was a small laugh from both boys.

Lando took the lead once again, “I’m just happy it’s not me for once,” he laughed.

“Ooh,” the interviewer gasped, turning the older man at the side, “talking about relationships, rather rumours, I believe we’ve got the F1 heart throb, Y/n L/n here,” the camera panned to you, mid conversation with your former boss who nudged you, bringing your attention to the camera to which you waved at, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. The man called you over, obviously happy that he could get more out of the interview.

You wanted to refuse but couldn’t, walking up to the table and finding no space as both boys had chairs, you placed your arm around Oscar, shaking his shoulder as you slightly pulled him to make space for you. You smiled at the interviewer, keeping your hand on Oscars waist, holding on to the boy so he didn’t fall of.

“Oscar, you good there?” The man asked eliciting a nervous laugh and a seagull screech from Lando.

You laughed along, pushing and pulling him back into you, his hands finding his way to your thighs to stable himself , “Oski’s about to fall,” you wriggled your brows.

“So onto all the rumours,” the man continued, oblivious to what was happening behind the table, “now the two men besides you have had plenty of rumours themselves,” which was a nice way of putting ‘WE SAW HIM KISSING A MAN’ in a pc way, “but we’ve got some sources telling us you’re in a steady relationship, anyone we’d know Oscar?” You brought the water bottle to your lips, waiting for Oscar’s answer, missing the way he’d looked at you.

Unfortunately the interviewer and camera had not, “Why are we looking at y/n?” WHAT- you chocked on the water, spilling it all over your white shirt, pushing Oscar off the chair whom pulled you and Lando down with him.

“We’re okay!” Lando screamed, one hand raised.

“IM NOT” you groaned having broken Oscar's fall.

You'd though (hoped) nothing would come of the interview, but boy were you wrong, because the edits, oh god the edits. You almost had tears in your eyes at how creative some were and actual tears about how dirty the others were.

The sound bite of you and Oscar groaning after falling had been used to hell and back and every single driver had to keep reminding you of it. Especially Lando who kept sending you thrist edits to the point you were concerned about his fyp.

But the worst part was all the speculation. And all any interviewer would ask you or Oscar would be about the rumours. You were fine with it, having dealt with stuff like this all your career but the defeated look on Oscar's face after an amazing race only to be asked a very inappropriate question about the two of you had you wanting to punch people.

After a long, long, talk with Mark and both your respective PR teams, you knew the best option would be to come out with it on your own. So you did exactly that.

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y/n.jpg well since y’all got your fucking degrees and know every fucking thing 🙄

lando.jpg the duality of man ft y/n l/n and oscar piastri

oscarpiastri woooooooooooooooow suddenly everyone has a jpg

y/n.jpg hey I wanted to do this on my main but someone kept whining about pr 🫵

oscarpiastri that’s it your sleeping on the couch

lando.jpg damn idts old man y/n’s back can take that 😩

y/n.jpg I’M 25!!!

[carmenberzattosgf]

OH MY GOD CARMY SMOKING WHILE YOU RIDE HIM walk with me…

maybe you’re at his place, or his office, and you’ve just been kinda needy all day. not to an ‘annoying’ extent, but carmen sees it because he knows you. so when he tugs his jeans and boxers down just enough for you, you pounce

he leans back in his couch/chair, pulling out a cigarette and lazily watches you go at it. maybe he’d tug your shirt up so he could ‘see his girls.’ his nonchalance just drives you fucking crazy and he lets you do it yourself, no matter how many times you whine for him to help because ‘you were fuckin’ gagging for it all day, who am i to interrupt, huh? jus’ keep fuckin’ me like that’

i don’t think he’d blow smoke in your face (intentionally) but if you find it hot he would. and once he’s done he puts out the cigarette, his lax grip on your thighs tightening as he starts snapping his hips against yours

Also includes this ask I got shortly after: Camry smoking a cig during sex has my mind going brrrrrrrrrrrrr. It's so lazy, too. just slow riding him while he lays back and watches. Maybe it's punishment for acting up???? You're just whining on his cock begging for him to help you cum.

I. YEAH. YOU GET IT. Time to expand on these thoughts. ( this ended up being 1670k words of filth)

You find yourself at Carmy’s apartment on his day off. Those don’t come around too often. You expected him to do something by now, but he hasn’t made a single move to get his hands on you. He kissed you when you came in, but that was about it.

You take matters into your own hands. Try to, at least. You are practically all over him, never leaving his side. When he’s standing at his kitchen counter that evening, pouring you a glass of wine, you quietly walk up behind him. Your arms wrap around his waist while you rest your forehead on the center of Carmy’s back. You let your hands gently slide over the taunt muscles of his stomach over his shirt as you speak.

“I’ve missed you, Bear. Missed your hugs. It feels like I’ve hardly seen you all week.” He sighs into your touch.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Carmy turns around to hand you the glass. “Work was extra crazy this week. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to see you.”

“It’s alright. I know it was out of your control…Maybe there’s a way you can make it up to me?” You flash him a look he knows full well.

A breathy chuckle leaves his lips. “Sweetheart, I’m exhausted. Can we just watch some tv?”

You don’t even attempt to hide the pout on your face as you settle next to him on the couch, leaning against him with his arm around you. Carmy put on a show he knows the both of you like.

You only keep your hands to yourself for one whole episode. Your movements start slow. At first you begin to trail your fingertips along his side. It’s not long before your hand slides up under the fabric of his white tee.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Carmen’s voice is smooth and calm. You lean up to press a kiss on his check, followed by a quick one to his neck.

“Oh. Nothing.”

“Let’s not play dumb now. I think you know better than that.” He leans back away from your body, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m going to let you try again. What are you doing?”

You fold instantly. “I need you, Carm. I really need you.”

“Yeah? Missed my cock, huh? Want it so bad that you don’t care about how tired I am?”

“No! No, that’s not it—“ you protest quickly.

“Fine.” Carmy begins to unbuckle his belt as he speaks. “But I’m not putting in any work.” He lowers his jeans and boxers just enough to free his dick.

Without a second thought, you stand up from the couch and pull down your pants and underwear. Once you straddle his hips, you reach down and pump his hard cock, spreading the precum over his length. Carmy takes in the sight of you as you gradually sink down onto him. Slowly, inch by inch.

Despite how many times you've been with Carmy, you still haven't gotten used to the stretch. In a position like this, it almost feels like he's in your stomach. Your eyelids squint shut while you take deep breaths and try to adjust. Though, at the sound of a lighter, your eyes pop right back open, staring down at Carmen with wide-eyes. A cigarette rests between his lips, having just been lit.

“W-what are you doing?” You’re expecting him to start guiding your hips, but he doesn’t. Carmy leans back against the couch, making himself comfortable. He lets his legs spread wide, forcing you to straddle higher up on his hips. The action presses his cock even deeper inside of you. He looks as though he’s having an evening cigarette, only difference is that you’re on top of him.

His tattooed fingers takes the cigarette from his mouth so he can blow out the smoke. Carmy turns his head to the side, blowing the smoke cloud away from you. The smell quickly fills up your nose. "I told you, l'm tired.” His voice is stoic. If it wasn’t for his cock pulsing inside of you, you wouldn’t think he’s turned on. “Go on and get yourself off. I'm going to enjoy my cigarette."

You start slow, grinding your hips on him. Your hands rest on his lower stomach for leverage as you rock against him. His abs are taunt and hard underneath your palms. The motion rubs your clit on his pelvis, causing a breathless moan to leave your throat.

Carmy remains still beneath you, watching you with lust-filled eyes. One of his hands rests on your thigh. His other hand tends to the cigarette in his mouth. He speaks up after a moment of letting you rock against him.

“Should have just let you sit on my thigh if all you’re going to do is grind on me. Thought you said you wanted my cock?” He waits for your response, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips to take a deep drag.

“I-I do—“ Carmy doesn’t let you finish your sentence, lightly blowing smoke into your face. He doesn’t miss the way you clench around him from the simple action, but he chooses not to tease you for it.

“Then fuck yourself on me. You’re a big girl. You can do it by yourself.”

You whimper pitifully. You want his strong arms to grab your hips and slam you down onto his cock, but that wasn’t going to happen. You rise up on your knees, letting his cock thrust almost entirely out of you. Your hips sink right back down onto him afterwards. The pleasure is unexplainable, sending electricity through your veins as he bottoms out.

You set a slow pace, not able to go as fast without Carmy’s help. His pupils are blown wide as he stares up at you, before his gaze moves downwards. He watches as his cock disappears inside of you with each slow thrust. You’re dripping, coating his dick with your arousal. The sight of his thick cock stretching you out hypnotizes him.

His lack of words and refusal to help is killing you. You need him to fuck you. Your thighs burn, growing tired from the repetitive movements. “C-carm. Need you to help. Please- please I need it.” You cry out.

“You were the one gagging for my cock all day. Why should I help? Just keep fucking me like this, yeah?” He’s nearing the end of his cigarette, only a couple more minutes of life left in it. You try your best to continue bouncing on him, but it’s getting more difficult by the minute.

“Carm— fuck!” You exclaim as his cock nudges against that spot deep inside you. Carmy ignores your cries. He takes his hand off of your thigh and tugs the material of your tank top up, exposing your tits.

“There we go. Now I can see my girls.” He still doesn’t go any further than that, letting his hand go back to resting on your thigh. Not even so much as rubbing a thumb over your breast. He goes back to watching you move, fighting the urge to hold your tits for you while you bounce.

The muscles in your legs begin to twitch, but not from being close to your high. Your legs are exhausted, and your pace shows it. You’re getting slower, not going as consistently.

Carmy reaches the end of his cigarette, taking one last long drag. He grabs your face with his hand. His thumb on your chin opens up your lips. Carmen exhales the smoke into your mouth, expecting you to inhale it. You do exactly that, letting the smoke fill up your lungs before blowing it out in the space between the two of you.

Now fully satisfied, Carmy reaches over to stub out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the side table. Without offering a single word, Carmy digs his hands into both of your thighs and starts slamming his hips into yours. Sounds of skin against skin echo against the walls.

“Shit! Fuck, Carmy—“ you moan, not even trying to control your volume. “I can— I can feel you in my stomach, shit—“ You take one of your hands and press beneath your navel, feeling his cock as it thrusts rapidly into your soaking cunt. “Feels so good, Carm.” You’re blabbering at this point, high on the feeling of him inside you. Your orgasm draws close fast.

“Yeah you needed me so bad that you couldn’t get off without me? Is that it? My little girl needed some help?”

“Yes—“

“Then what do you say?” Carmen is nearing his own high, too. His pace grows sloppy.

“T-thank you— fuck— thank you, Carmy.”

“There’s my respectful good girl. Just needed a little bit of punishment to get her back.” He detaches a hand from your thigh, moving it to your aching clit. He rubs tight fast circles on the bud with a calloused thumb. “Go on, baby. Cum for me. Soak my cock.”

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Euphoria floods through your veins as Carmy fucks you through it. You collapse into his body, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. The sounds of your moans and whimpers muffles in the skin of his neck. Your body shakes from pleasure.

Carmy removes his thumb from your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you. You had already been punished enough. His hand rests at the back of your head, cupping it gently. The gentleness of his hands starkly contrasts the way his hips sharply thrust into you.

“Atta girl. Just a bit more—“ he groans, offering you some praise. With a few more powerful thrusts of his hips, Carmy spills inside of you, filling you up with his cum. You both remain wordless in each others’ arms for a moment, trying to catch a breath. Carmy is the first to break the silence. “You happy now?” This time his voice has a hint of laugh to it.

“Mhm.” You kiss his neck. “Very happy. Thank you.”

“I think you know I’ll do anything you want at this point.” He laughs. “Now, can we go clean up and go to sleep? I’m even more exhausted now, baby.”

[maxillness]

Friends Don’t Fuck || LN4 x reader

Warnings: 18+, pwp, oral (m), overstimulation, sub!lando

Wordcount: 0.8k

Hey, you wanna grab dinner with me?

We’re just friends, y/n

You home?

Yeah?

10 minutes later she was knocking on his door, and a few seconds after he opened. She pushed past him, letting herself in

“Yeah, you can-“ He tried speaking, but she was fast to shut him up

“You say you don’t want nothing serious. Are you serious?” He was beyond confused “‘Cause I kinda think you like when I like when you put your arms around me” He smirked slightly

“You like it when I put my arms around you?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, the sneakiest glint in his eyes

“Focus, Lando” Her voice was stern “You say we’re just friends, but friends don’t fuck on weekends, hold you when you’re sleeping, don’t have their clothes in their apartment”

“Everybody knows we don’t just talk, Lando” She sighed as she thought about her next words “I want you as more than a friend, Lan-“

Her words were cut short as her body was pulled by her waist into his arms, his lips on hers

She put her hands on his jaw, pulling him further into her mouth, feeling his hands roam her waist and hips softly

Her hands traveled down his body and under his shirt, her lips going from his mouth, to his jaw, and down to his neck

“Gonna make you feel better than any woman ever could” She mumbled into his neck, sending the vibrations all through his body, drawing out a slight whimper from him

“God, please do” His knees bucked slightly as she sucked harshly onto his pulse point, drawing out a low moan from him

She pulled back, and laughed slightly at his eagerness “Come on, baby” She pulled at his hands, guiding him into his bedroom

They closed the door behind them. She turned them around so she could pressed him down onto his bed

She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it on the ground before she got in his lap, his hand neatly placed on her waist

Lando attached their lips again, moaning softly as she started rolling her hips against his, his nails digging into her skin

“P-please… Need you so bad. Please, love” He was panting quite heavily as she pulled her lips away from his, admiring his flushed face

“Mhm. I know you do. You always do” She chuckled, seeing the way his cheeks became a deeper shade of red as she spoke

Her hands went under his shirt, pulling it up over his head, throwing it with her own discarded one

He whined when she got off of him, but it was soon replaced with a whimper as she got on her knees in front of him, looking up at him a with her oh so beautiful eyes

Her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it without breaking eye contact, getting him even more turned on than he thought was possible

“Fuck, love, please. I need you around me, please” He sighed satisfied when he bucked his hips and she pulled down his jeans and boxers, letting him step out of them before throwing them to the side

“You’re so pretty like this” She said low, placing her lips on the inside of his thigh, trailing them up towards his throbbing cock

She loved the sounds she got out of him. Loved knowing she was the *only one* getting these sounds out of him. Knowing he always needed her

Her tongue dragged up against his cock, making him moan loud when her tongue flicked over his tip, collecting the bead of pre cum

He gripped the sheets beneath him tightly, trying not to buck his hips up into her mouth

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, sending him into overdrive, pulling impossible loud moans out of him

“Baby- Ah… Fuck- love, I need- Mm- Mouth, please- Ah- Please” She chuckled at his amusing state; already a complete moaning and begging mess

“Don’t you think you’re a little desperate, Lando?” She asked, smirking as her mouth went around his cock, hallowing her cheeks

“Fuck- Baby. You make me feel so good” He leaned his head back, trying so hard not to fuck her mouth

“Baby, please- ‘m so close. Please, love” His thighs were starting to shake as his cock was starting to twitch in her mouth

His whole body shook as he came with her name rolling off his tongue as well as loud high-pitched moans

She slowed the bopping of her head down, but not fully stopping, which caused whines from him and overstimulated shaking

“P-please. No more. Can’t- please. Can’t take no more” As he tried getting away from her mouth, she pulled off of him

“You can usually take more” She said after she had swallowed and stood up on her feet, taking a step closer to him

“Yeah, but it felt too good today” He sighed, pulling her body closer to him, allowing him to place soft kisses at her stomach “I love you” He mumbled against her skin

“I love you too, baby” She said, stroking his messed up hair

[starz4ieee]

𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

Includes: smut, pet names, mature language, bondage (if you squint)

His lips capture mine as he holds me from under my thighs, he props me down on the counter in his bathroom and his hand roam my waist.

he breaks the kiss and his signature smirk covers his face as he kisses my cheek, my jaw and onto my neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on my neck on down to my shoulder.

While he kisses me he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants, leaving him in his boxers, he releases his lips and small pants leave his lips.

he look at me “take your shirt off sweetheart” heat fills my body as i snake my crop top over my head, revealing my bare chest underneath, he kisses my chest and slips me out of my sleep short before sinking to his knees.

“matt” i moan softly “yes baby?” he asks as his blue eyes look peer up at me, lust sparkling in his eyes “just, i-“ i stutter out “talk to me baby” i curse under my breath, his tone deep as i feel my pussy leak.

matt kisses my thighs, teasing me as he coaxes me to talk to him.

“tell me what you want love” he tells me kisses up my stomach “fuck me matt, please” my eyes shut while my head hits softly against the mirror.

he pulls me forward and stands up and pulls down his boxers, his hard cock staring at me, he kissed me softly and i moan into his mouth as he teases me with his tip

i let out a gasp as it grazes my clit, he chuckles and i feel his hand cover my mouth, confusion covers my face but suddenly i feel him slam into me, my eyes roll back and i scream against his hand “i love hearing you baby, but i wont hear the end of it tomorrow if my brothers hear us”

he slams into my and i moan and my brain turns to mush, i feel myself squeeze around him and he hisses “im gonna let go now, better stay quiet baby, can you do that?” i nod

his hand reaches down to rub my clit as his cock continues to ruthlessly pound into me.

i feel his hands grab mine and hold them over my head, he licks his finger and continues to play with my clit, i let out a soft breathy moan and i squeeze around him again.

he lets out a few deep groans and i chuckle “better stay quiet baby” i tease and his grasp on my hand tighten, he pulls half way out and slam into me and i scream out, he kisses my neck “now im really gonna be in trouble” he thrusts even faster than before and i bit my lip so hard i thought it might start bleeding to keep my moans from escaping.

“fuck baby” i moan as i breath heavily, not being able to catch my breath as his cock destroys me “i wanna touch you” he lets out a soft moan “yeah? mm fuck what you gonna do?” my legs clamp around his waist as i bring him closer to me, his cock sinking even deeper into me

“i wanna, i- ugh fuckk” i try to speak but i can barely get any words out “i wanna play with your hair” i moan “then i wanna rake my acrylics down your back until you come from the pain” i smirk at his expression, his head falls against my chest and he lets my hands go, my hand immediately finds his hair, his thrusts increasing, i feel a familiar sensation in my stomach start to rise and i moan as my fingers grasp his back, my nails dragging down.

his hands find my hips again and he rolls me with his rythem “fuck baby im, im gonna come” he tells me and all i can do is nod in agreement, he grabs under my thighs and his hips snap against mine at a pace so fast i almost see stars.

my nails claw at his back and they rake down his back again and i feel the coil in my stomach unraveling and i whine out, he lets out a string of curses as we both finish.

his hands find my waist again and my head falls against his chest, both of us panting softly and a comfortable silence fills the room

i bring my head up and he immediately kisses me “was i too rough?” he asks, genuine concern through his voice snd i shake me head “no baby im fine” he nods and kisses me again “fuck i love you” he tells me and i smile “i love you too” he smiles aswell “lets get you cleaned up, yeah?”

[minswriting]

Hello! Hope you're doing good. Saw you had requests open for hotch so this is something i haven't been able to stop thinking about. You're dating hotch and you find his voice attractive, but he doesn't understand why you get flustered hearing him on work calls and then he suddenly realises and teases you about it

i decided to write something a bit different so enjoy!!

nsfw | mdni | please only be 18 or older when interacting with my content | a.h x reader | oral (m), hotch talks you through it 🥰

when you had walked into the room to show your boss the information you had found out, you hadn’t expected to hear his speaking to the police chief in such an authoritative tone. “you cannot speak to the press about the investigation and give them information regarding the case that hasn’t been confirmed yet. that’s putting potential victims in harms way and we risk having the unsub escalate or disappear completely,” hotchner said harshly, furrowing his eyebrows at the chief of police.

“well it’s my precinct and my jurisdiction,” the police officer spoke. “it’s my right to let the public know about this man and what he’s doing to women.”

“while falsifying information?” aaron asked, tilting his head. “i’ve been avoiding having to do this for the ounce of respect i hold for you. however, from here on out all press conferences go through my communication liaison, end of story,” and with that, aaron walked away from the officer, walking up to you. “sorry about that,” he said much calmer.

“huh?” you blinked, looking at aaron. “oh-uh- it’s perfectly fine,” you said. truthfully, it was more than fine. his voice had that authoritative tone that never failed to insight a reaction out of you. you always had a dazed feeling whenever you heard him take on that tone of voice. maybe it was the daddy issues. maybe aaron was just very hot. either way, it turned you on. regardless, your feelings had to be put aside until later. so you spoke to hotch about the case.

when night had fallen and the team had gone to the hotel to check in and have a night’s rest, you were chosen to room with aaron. though you didn’t mind at all.

as you stepped into the hotel room after aaron opened the door, you sighed, putting your things down. aaron followed, closing the door behind him before he placed his things down as well. he then wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to him as he rested his head on your shoulder from behind. “you seemed distracted today,” he murmured into your ear.

you grabbed his arms, holding them around you. “i was,” you said, biting your lip.

“why was that?”

you turned around in aaron’s arms to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “your voice does things for me,” you murmured softly.

“yeah?” he smirked. “you like it when i am authoritative?” he asked, licking his lips.

you blushed but smirked back, nodding your head. “indeed i do,” you said back.

“mm,” aaron leaned down to kiss you on the lips, pressing himself against you. “why don’t you show me just how much you like it?” he whispered against your lips.

“i will,” you whispered back. and with that, you got on your knees in front of aaron, looking up at him. his dark eyes looked down at you as you began to unbuckle his belt. you unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers just enough to reveal his hardened cock. you licked your lips as you looked at his length. it was red and angry, an indication that he needed that release. he was big and girthy, veiny too.

you looked up at aaron, his brown eyes looking down at you. he reached his hand to caress your cheek, tracing your lips with his thumb. “go ahead,” he commanded softly.

and without any hesitation, you began to lick the tip of aaron’s cock, causing him to let out a hiss of pleasure. his hand moved from your cheek to your hair, entangling his fingers in your locks. you licked the slit of his cock, teasing aaron before taking him into your mouth slowly.

“fuck,” he whispered, closing his eyes and throwing his head back gently. aaron relished in the feeling of your warm and wet mouth around his cock, taking him slowly inch by inch. you made it about halfway before easing back up his length. you did that a few more times, slowly gaining a rhythm. “you always do so well, taking me in your mouth,” aaron spoke gently.

you hummed around aaron’s cock, sending vibrations down his length. he was unable to help the small jerk of his hips, sending his cock further into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. aaron let out a moan of pleasure as you continued your ministrations on his length.

“you love when i get authoritative,” he continued to speak, his voice wavering slightly. though he tried to keep his composer. “i go stern towards one guy and you’re immediately ready to take my cock in your mouth. perhaps i need to be stern towards you?” he asked, pulling at your hair gently.

you hummed around his cock once more, causing aaron to moan. you began moving your head a bit faster, using your right hand to jerk off the rest of his length that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. “my naughty girl,” he groaned. “such a slut for me,” aaron looked down at you, watching his cock go in and out of your mouth. “my good little whore,” he smirked as he looked at your face.

your eyes were glossy from his length hitting the back of your throat, your lips were already getting swollen due to the girth of his cock, and your hair was already a mess from aaron’s fingers. god you were absolutely perfect.

you hollowed your cheeks as you sucked aaron off, adding to his pleasure. you continued your movements, sucking him off and jerking off the base of his cock.

it didn’t take long for aaron to feel his orgasm coming. he let out a shaky moan, his cock stiffening in your mouth. “keep going, princess. you’re doing so well,” he moaned. “gonna cum. will you swallow it for me?” he asked.

you hummed in agreement around his length.

“good girl,” aaron said as he threw his head back in pleasure. he had both hands entangled in your hair as you sucked his cock. and after a few more movements, aaron was cumming into your mouth with a loud groan. his seed was filling up your mouth, landing on your tongue. and it was continuous. “fuuuck,” he moaned out. you sucked hm off through his orgasm, wanting aaron to be completely milked before you stop.

and when he finished, aaron pulled out of your mouth, leaving a trail of cum and saliva on your lips. “you did so good for me, baby,” aaron said breathlessly as he swiped his thumb across your bottom lip. you looked absolutely perfect. “now it’s time i ravish you, yeah?”

you smiled, nodding your head. “yes, sir,” you replied.

and ravish you he did.

[midnightarcheress]

i know i just said that i was on a break, but casino!141 was giving me an itch, so here we are. phone writing, bear with me.

cw: nsfw. slightest dub-con at first? poly!141 is arising. cockwarming. simon talks you through it. f!reader. 3 | more casino!141

your footsteps echoes in the hallway, soundwaves ricocheting on the walls of the far too quiet casino. it's strange being there during the day, accompanied only by the more avid gamblers who need their fix, even when most lights are off.

"come in." John's voice travels from inside the office after your brisk knock and you open the door, quickly stepping in the room and opening your mouth to speak, but your jaw closes shut when you realize you're not alone with him.

he's sitting behind a desk overflowing with papers, cigar long forgotten on the ashtray, but your attention is diverted to the masked individual standing beside it, hazel eyes boring into your skull with an unerving stare. "hello, Ace."

his voice can't be described as tranquilizing, but the tone is a stark contrast from the glare. it's almost tender, alluring, and for a split second you forget what you were going to say. "uhm, Kyle said you wanted to see me?" your head turns back to John, offering him a timid smile.

"yes, that's correct." he leans back on the chair, rolling his tense shoulders and tilting his head in your direction, "Simon and i are working through some documents, you know, bookkeeping, management, the boring stuff behind the slot machines," you nod, attentively listening but not truly following, "and i'm needing some of your assistance."

"i'm sorry? assistance?" your brows knit together, confused by his words. he chuckles, index finger raised in the air motioning for you to come closer, and you swear you hear Simon snorting at the interaction.

you walk to the table and stand on his side, eyes darting between the pile of files and the malicious glint in his blue irises. his hand meets your waist and your sight drops from his face, down to his torso, down to his... bulge. "you see, Ace, you're always so good in helping me concentrate during the games, we might as well try something new, yeah?"

his fingers graze your hips, tracing down your sides and reaching behind your thighs, causing a shiver on your spine. "John, i–" a soft 'shh' comes out of his lips, and he starts unbuckling his belt, raising himself just enough so that his trousers can come to his knees.

heat spreads up your chest, your neck, your cheeks, and your vision swerves to the ceiling, mind racing with embarrassment and bewilderment. from the corner of your eye you peek into Simon's direction, and to your surprise, he's completely unfazed.

Price drags you closer, hiking up your shirt just enough to expose your belly, pressing long kisses on the flesh while his hands knead your ass. you shouldn’t give in so easy, you have a better judgement than that, but his touch is so enticing, soft, easily mistaken by loving, that you find it hard to define what's right and wrong – or to define if you really want this.

when he pops open the button of your pants, you know you're done for. even if your brain settled for a 'no', he wouldn't care, considering the amount of pre-cum leaking from his throbbing cock. the damp spot between your legs wouldn't care either.

he pulls your bottoms down slowly, trailing pecks from your navel to your mound. you're nervous, dangerously close to a cardiac arrest when he flips you around hastily, slap on your ass cheek making your body jolt forward.

a firm hand guide your hips to his crotch, while the other positions his cock on your entrance, teasingly stroking the folds to gather your slick. "deep breath for me." he's gentle, pressing kisses on your back while you sink into his length, the pain of the sudden stretch being easily overpowered by the wave of pleasure washing over you. "that's it, love." he groans, squeezing your waist when you finally hit the base, "now just sit pretty while i work, hm?"

you nod, pathetically so, biting your bottom lip to swallow back your moans. you imagined it would be big, and maybe you just needed to be prepared, but fuck, you were filled. John started ruffling through the papers again, meticulously skimming the words like his tip wasn't brushing your cervix whenever you dared to adjust yourself.

"you have to stop squirming, Ace."

your head snaps up to the side the sound came from, and you face Simon's piercing glare. he still holds one of the documents, but his focus is solely on you, an underlying primal desire hidden behind his gaze that makes your stomach flutter.

he chuckles, leaning in front of you, arms almost close enough to cage you over the table. "does it feel that good? having Price's cock stuffing your sweet cunt?" he patronizes, tapping your cheek to get your attention back on his eyes, "i bet it does."

if you had the energy, you'd curse him out, but you're lost in how good you're feeling, even with minimal friction. you look up to him, pitifully doe-eyed as a moan escapes your lips, "go on, pretty girl, feel it. it's pulsing, isn't it? each vein hitting the perfect spots." you grip the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white from the strength, desperately trying to ignore the smallest twitches of his shaft inside of you, "you want him to move, right?"

you hum, writhing on his lap to convince John into forgeting whatever business he has to do at the moment and just fuck you already. "you'll have to wait, Ace." you whine, looking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. his gaze doesn't shift, but you note the slight blush creeping up his collar and you smirk, content that he seems to be suffering too, even if it's barely.

"if you're lucky, he might reward you later. throw all of that shite on the floor and bend you over the table." your walls immediately clench at the idea, coaxing a grunt out of Price. "and you are a lucky girl, aren't you?" a breathy 'yes' comes out of your mouth, and Simon's thumb brushes your lower lip, smearing the tiny drop of spit on the corner over your pout.

your thighs tremble, clit aching and begging for some stimuli, toes curling at the mere thought of being fully claimed by John. "be patient." he deigns, and you don't miss the smirk marking the black fabric of his covering. bastard. his hungry expression only makes you wetter, needier, disoriented by lust, and you absentmindedly nod, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves and wait. painfully wait.

but the action ultimately falters the second Simon's low whisper reach your ears, striking you like electricity, "good girl."

ideas for this are always welcomed mwah