#wanna shake him around and toss him into a pool

[kissbabie]

nagi’s a freak ♡

although it might be unexpected, nagi is a complete freak. he’ll complain about how it’s annoying to get messy during sex, whining that it’ll be a hassle to clean up, but he absolutely loves when you’re drooling beneath him, stuffed so full of him with thick ropes of his cum everywhere on your body.

his cum is dripping out of your swollen pussy in sticky trails, smeared along your thighs and pooling beneath you on the sheets. you’re shaking, mouth parted as you try to catch your breath, but nagi? he’s jerking his cock lazily on top of you while his half lidded eyes roam over the mess he made. there’s cum leaking from your pussy, some drying against your stomach, and even some on your chest and collarbones from when he’d finished there the first time.

“look so good like this, angel,” he breathes out, like he’s hypnotized. “s’fucking everywhere…”

he grabs his phone off the mattress, taking photos of your pussy that's all stretched out and dripping. his voice drops into a whisper, thumb tapping the screen while he breathes out, “g’nna cum again just lookin’ at you like this.”

you whimper softly, and he hums like he’s soothed by it, thumb swiping across his phone lazily before tossing it aside. “wanna fuck it back in,” he mumbles, voice quiet but certain as he shifts closer again, cock pressing against your entrance as he nudges it in, groaning against your neck.

“still so full,” he says, almost to himself. “but it’s spilling out... wasting it…”

he’s already lazily pumping his cock in and out of you again, your pussy puffy and overstimulated. “feels even better messy,” he breathes out, head tipping as he watches his cock disappear into your soaked hole. “just one more time, baby, wanna cum on your stomach again. maybe your face too…”

and when he cums again, filling your pussy up to the brim as you let out the most high pitched whimpers of “seishiro.. mmh— so good..”, he lets out a low whine, “fuck, angel… s’pretty. wanna stay like this forever.”

you can’t even respond, eyes barely being kept open, your body already so tired as you fight the urge to fall asleep. that is, until you hear nagi mutter a low grumble as his thumb smears the cum around your swollen cunt sloppily, “shit, i need more pictures..”

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[uluvjay]

First time for everything-Q. Hughes

Quinn Hughes x fem! Reader

In which Quinn lets you ride his face!

Warnings?; SMUT, oral (obvi), cursing, kissing, talks of sex, sorry for any errors I missed!

Day seven of my kinktober special!

You were never one to tell about your sex life, it had always been something that you liked to keep to yourself but tequila always did make you tell the truth.

Standing at a table with the wags, bored out of your minds while your partners played a round of pool a round of dirty never have I ever started at your table.

“Never have I ever sat on someone’s face” one of the girls spoke up, everyone around the table dropping a finger-besides you.

Everyone’s eyes snapped to you, jaws dropping open in shock as you kept your finger stayed up.

“Y/n you’ve never been eaten out?” One of them asked, face full of seriousness.

You blushed at her words, “I’ve had someone eat me out..just never sat on their face.” You laughed awkwardly.

“Girl! you’re telling me you and Quinn have never tried it?”

You felt your cheeks get even hotter at the mention of your boyfriend, there was no doubt that you two had a busy sex life but you two were pretty set in your routine.

“No, what’s the difference?” You questioned.

You proceeded to sit in silence for the next few minutes as everyone went around explaining how much better it is, how you good it feels to grind down on them.

The conversation was abandoned a few minutes later as some of the guys made their ways over and inserted themselves.

Later that night you found yourself lost in your thoughts on the ride home, thinking about if Quinn would want to try it or how he’d feel.

Getting into the apartment Quinn plopped down on the expensive couch a sigh of relief to finally be home as his social battery was long drained.

His eyes popped open when he still hadn’t felt your body next to his or even heard you move, “What’s wrong?” He asked softly.

“Nothin-“

“Don’t say nothing, you’ve been quiet since we left the bar.” He cut you off, sitting up to give you his full attention.

“I-me and the girls were talking about something..and it just got me thinking.” You shrugged.

Shuffling over to him you moved to straddle his lap relaxing into him as his arms wrapped around your body.

“Did someone say something rude?”

“No No, it’s about..sex” you knew your cheeks were bright red at this point but there was no going back now.

“Oh?..” Quinn drawled out hinting for you to continue on.

You laughed to shake the nerves before continuing, “we were playing never have I ever and the topic of sitting on someone’s face came up..and I never have.”

Quinn didn’t need you to tell him that seeing as he’s the only man you’ve ever been with he knew your body and your experiences like the back of his hand.

You didn’t miss the smirk that tugged at his lips at your admission knowing he was doing his best to keep his words to himself and allow you to keep talking.

“..And I’ve been thinking about trying it. If you’re okay with it.” You spoke locking eyes with his dark one’s.

You shivered as his hands ran along the outside of your thighs and under your short skirt that he’d been eyeing all damn night.

“You wanna sit on my face baby?”

“Mhm”

You watched in amusement as he tossed his Yankees hat across the room laid flat against the couch.

He didn’t waste anytime before pulling your body higher up his positioning you so you were hovering over his mouth.

His lips kissed the skin of your thighs, teeth nipping the skin lightly pulling small gasps from your plump lips.

“Knew you didn’t have any panties on.” He scoffed as his eyes found your bare cunt under your blue skirt.

You moaned as his breath met your cunt the teasing breath he blew towards your glistening folds sending shivers down your spine.

“Ready?” He asked softly.

“Yes, please” you whimpered.

Quinn didn’t have to be told twice before he was lowering you to his mouth, the initial contact causing your hips to buck slightly only for your clit to catch on the tip of his nose.

Your hands flew to his dark locks as his arms circled around your thighs to pull you ever closer soft vibrations of his moans flowing to your center.

His tongue moved in mysterious ways, going from shapes to his name whatever he knew would have you shaking on top of him.

“Fuck Quinn.” You moaned body slumping forward your arm shot out to grip the back of the white couch while the other was still tangled in His hair.

It was so good but so fucking dirty, your hips moved on their own accord as you pretty much humped your boyfriend’s face.

Quinn didn’t mind one bit as he was lost in his own little world eating you like you were his last meal, he could already feel his chin dripping with your juices and there was no stopping him.

He kept going until he was about to pass out only pulling back for a sharp intake of air before going right back to work, basking in the way your moans floated throughout the small living room.

His nose was something he found himself being insecure of when he was younger and it still bothered him from time to time but after feeling the way you rubbing yourself against it desperately he’d never worry again.

The pleasure was flowing throughout your whole body making it harder and harder for you to hold off your quickly approaching orgasm.

“Quinn! I’m close.” You cried out breathlessly chest heaving as you continued your movements back and forth.

You could feel the man below you manage a nod-his way of telling you to cum for him.

And all it took was a few more strokes of his tongue before you were shaking on top of him, your mouth dropping open in a silent scream.

Quinn grunted at how hard your hands pulled at his hair the pain mixing with the pleasure he was feeling from knowing you were getting off.

He let you go for a second allowing you to catch your breath but just when he felt you attempting to pull back from his face he dove back in.

“Fuck!” You squealed at the unexpected sensation the mix of his tongue and previous orgasm sending shockwaves through your body.

Quinn moaned at the taste of you the sweetness of your juices and cum filling his mouth as he continued to fuck you with his tongue until he brought you to another orgasm.

Only when he felt your legs give out did he let up, releasing his grip he allowed you to move back down his body.

Once he finally sat back up he pulled you into a dirty kiss you could taste yourself on his tongue, your juices that coated his chin and surrounding areas spreading onto your face.

His eyes were dark when he pulled back, a look you’d never seen before in them. He looked like a starved man that was ready to eat you over and over again.

“Feel good?” He panted pulling you into his side.

“Good is an understatement, we’ll be doing that much more often.” You blushed.

“Fuck yeah we will.” He agreed.

-

[levigarden999]

day at the pool ˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ lifeguard!toji x reader

ೀ warnings : smut , +18 , perv!toji

lifeguard!toji had noticed you a while ago. he took a mental note of the fact you were a regular at the pool, always visiting during the sunny, hot days with your girls. his work as a lifeguard was extremely boring, since there never actually happened any accidents at the pool, even though it was quite crowded during the summer days. his job consisted mainly of the children he had to scold who’d jump into the pool even though it was forbidden, and sometimes fathers he had to remind not to bring beer into the pool area. but other than that, he just sat in the lifeguard’s tower, and wished you’d be there for him to ogle at.

and when you were, toji’s day got a lot better. he memorized the spot you always reserved for you and your friends, which was only a few sunbeds away from his tower. he stared at the tantalizing sway of your plush hips as you walked, the tiny bikini nearly leaving nothing for his imagination. your ass bounced a little with every step you took and toji couldn’t help but imagine how the skin there would feel under his strong palms. sometimes he was so lost in this forbidden, lewd fantasy, that he noticed himself bulging against the red tight shorts he was wearing. luckily he was above everyone so no one noticed.

toji shamelessly stared at your tanned, glistening skin as you laid there on your back on the sunbed. the sunscreen you wore made your skin look almost godly, as if the glimmer on your thighs and chest was just begging for toji to touch it.

however, he wasn’t prepared to how incredibly good your skin actually felt under his hands.

toji had you on top of him, sitting on the couch in the locked break room. the tight compress shirt he always wore to work was still on, his red cap tossed behind him on the back of the couch, large hands gripping your hips and guiding your movements.

you looked even better without your bikini, especially the tan lines the bikini you always wore had done. his hand moved from your hip to your breast, groping and cupping it.

the needy rolls of your pretty hips on his big cock was nearly driving him insane, yours hands gripping his muscular shoulders as you used him.

”fuck yourself on m’ cock, baby, yes, just like that-” toji groaned, eyes hungry and lustful with his lips slightly parted. you only moaned in response, completely cock drunk by the way his fat tip rubbed against your most sensitive spots.

toji helped you to chase your orgasm, strong fingers grasping your ass and hips to help you move, a light smack on your soft asscheek here and then to encourage you not to get sloppy.

”make yourself cum, wanna feel that tiny pussy clench, babygirl-” he rasped against your neck, lips and nose nuzzling against the skin there.

it didn’t take long before your greedy pussy tightened around his shaft, the power of your orgasm making your legs tremble and hips shake. toji soon followed, the needy wet walls of yours drinking his throbbing cock empty inside of you.

you made sure you visited the pool even more frequently after that.

[smutoperator]

Vacation In Vietnam

Kim Bora (SuA), Jang Seungyeon x Male Reader

Tags: 100% anal, A2M, ass eating, best friends, big butt, bikinis, clit fingering, cum on ass, dirty talking, doggy, hotel sex, lap dance, nip slips, no-hands blowjobs, poolside sex, sex toys, sloppy, swimming, throatfucking, tourist, twerking, wet bodies, wild girls

Word count: 5497

You had just checked into your hotel in the beautiful resort town of Da Nang, in Vietnam, after a very long flight that still left you jet-lagged. As you climbed upstairs, you found the hotel's pool, just as a beautiful East Asian woman emerged from it.

"Come swim with me," the woman told you. I just arrived from a long flight, and I need some time to rest," you told her. Take your time," she answered back. "By the way, what is your name?" you asked her.

"Bora, but you can call me SuA," she answered. "Such a nice name, SuA," you told her as you headed towards your bedroom, which gave you a perfect view of SuA swimming with her sexy butt up. She wasn't exactly the best swimmer but you really enjoyed watching her from afar fighting the pool tides while showcasing her sexy body.

After some good rest, you finally felt like it was time to know her better, so you headed into the locker room beside the pool, just as you were entering, you found a sexy tanned Asian woman who was taking a mirror selfie as she flaunted her hot body by wearing a black bikini with white straps that exposed some of her underboob.

"What are you looking at?" The tanned woman suddenly asked you. "Er, nothing," you answered her, trying to deflect. But she knew you were lying. "You were looking at my hot body and my big ass, weren't you, pervert?" she asked again. "No, no," you answered her, trying not to get yourself in trouble.

"Come on, I wasn't born yesterday, all those guys when they see me like that start to look at me with some naughty eyes. And I love that," she told you, throwing you off balance. "I can see why, that body is hard to resist," you told her. "Yes, a dancer needs to always stay in shape," she answered.

"So you're a dancer, interesting," you told her. "Yeah, my friend swimming by the pool is too," she answered. "SuA? How long have you known each other?" you asked her. "Nearly a decade, we even did a few collaborations together, and we can sing too" the woman answered.

"By the way, I didn't even ask your name yet," you told her. "I'm Seungyeon," she promptly answers you. "How did you get such a tanned body?" you asked her. "Let's say it's very sunny at the places I usually perform these days," she answered. "Wanna swim with me?" she then asked. "Sure," you told her.

You and Seungyeon headed towards the pool, where you two found SuA still swimming. Seungyeon laughed at her friend. "She's trying, but let's say she isn't the best swimmer out there," she said.

SuA emerged from the pool and headed in your direction. "I see you found my best friend," she told you. "We had some nice chatting about how bad of a swimmer you are," Seungyeon pranked SuA."

"Then teach me," SuA says as she tosses Seungyeon's hot body into the pool. "AHHHHH," Seungyeon screams, caught off guard. "You should check this bitch's Instagram, all she does is travel, twerking, and posting pics of herself in a bikini," SuA tells you. "Add us," she says, trading their contacts with you before you two drop your phones and join Seungyeon on the pool.

Seungyeon swims with ease, much better than SuA, but her best friend wants her to do something different. "Twerk that big booty for him like that time you did it with Kei," SuA says.

Seungyeon promptly obliges and starts shaking her ass to perfection. "Damn, she is really good at it," you tell SuA. "She can really dance to anything, you ought to be impressed," SuA says as Seungyeon turns around, giving you hand signals to come closer.

"Sit here, baby boy," Seungyeon tells you as she guides you to a shallower place at the pool. She teases you, throwing her ass closer to your face and bouncing it frantically, before sitting on your lap and start performing a hot grinding dance that gives you an instant boner as soon as her fat ass bumps against your shorts.

"Looks like he's enjoying it," Seungyeon says, noticing your erection rubbing against her clothed ass. "How about we add some boobs to the mix?" she asks, bringing SuA closer to her and pulling her bra to the side just enough for her nipples to pop out.

"Come on, baby boy, suck those nipples," Seungyeon tells you as she pushes SuA's tits right in your face. "What if someone sees us?" you asked her. "Don't worry, I always have everything under control, there are just the three of us at this hotel," Seungyeon says, reassuring you and showcasing her commanding leadership skills.

As you enjoy sucking SuA's perky tits, Seungyeon keeps teasing you, turning in your direction, facing you eye to eye as she grinded her ass faster and faster against your clothed cock while giving you some teases of her nipples by pulling her bikini as well. "Mine's are not as big as hers, but I got the ass to compensate," Seungyeon says. "And what a great ass she's got," SuA says, complimenting her best friend.

"Tell me how much you want to fuck this big fat ass, baby boy," Seungyeon asks you. "A lot, I want to take you two to my bedroom and fuck both of you right now," you told them. "Bedroom? That's for amateurs. Don't be silly, we are gonna fuck right by the side of this pool, with your bodies completely wet," Seungyeon said.

"Follow me," Seungyeon says as she keeps giving the instructions, carrying you and SuA alongside. Damn, that woman seems to have an endless appetite but you surely aren't complaining. "Oh my God, your bodies look so hot when wet," you tell both girls. SuA blushes and starts giggling. "You're damn right," Seungyeon says.

Seungyeon opens her bag on the side of the pool, unveiling a pair of pocket-sized sex toys. "A good whore always carries them everywhere she goes," she says. "Are you ready to take us, baby boy? We'll do anything you want," she continues. "Anything?" you ask her, still unsure. "Yes, anything," she confirms.

"I wonder if she can take the biggest one," Seungyeon says. "Well, let's find out" SuA answers, getting herself on all fours at the pool chair. "You know I love talking about my big ass, but Bora's got a nice one too," Seungyeon says, massaging her friend's butt with both hands.

"Just watch us, don't move until we say so," Seungyeon says as pulls the bottom of SuA's bikini down and starts licking her friend's asshole. "Can I lick it?" she asks to SuA. "Ahhhhhh," SuA softly moans as she finds Seungyeon's tongue in her anal folds. "I'll take it as a yes," Seungyeon says.

"Oh my God, she's so good with that tongue," SuA says, making Seungyeon giggle. The tanned girl picks up the speed, enjoying her best friend moaning as she works her tongue all over SuA's butthole. "Oh fuck, tongue that ass for me, ahhhh," SuA moans. "I love being a slut with you," Seungyeon tells her.

"Oh yeah, I love that fucking tongue buried in my little ass," SuA says as Seungyeon keeps up her good work, tonguing as fast as she was twerking. "Such a slutty tongue, ahhhh," SuA says while Seungyeon looks at you, rubbing her friend's pussy as well. "So good, you're making me so wet, oh my gosh," SuA says.

"RIGHT THERE, AHHHHH," SuA lets out her first scream as Seungyeon works both her fuckholes. "Give me that big fat fucking toy," SuA commands as Seungyeon grabs the blue toy. "You want the biggest one?" Seungyeon asks SuA. "Yes, I do, right up that fucking little asshole" SuA answers.

Seungyeon obliges and slowly shoves the sex toy up SuA's butthole. "Stretch me open," SuA begs her friend. "Oh fuck yeah," SuA moans as Seungyeon pushes it further. "I love the way you spread that ass," Seungyeon says as she keeps pumping the toy in and out of SuA's ass.

"This isn't even the biggest one," Seungyeon tells SuA. "Ohhh, so you're gonna stretch me some more? Warm up that ass for his big fat cock?" SuA asks. "Should I stretch her some more?" Seungyeon asks. "Do your thing," you answer.

Seungyeon puts the sex toy in her mouth, savoring SuA butthole as she starts putting an even larger one inside it. "Please, give me more," SuA begs. "Look at this tiny little ass stretching all over that toy," Seungyeon says. "OH MY GOD," SuA screams. "Come on, girl, if you can't take that in your ass, how are you gonna take his dick?" Seungyeon asks.

"Play with that toy in your asshole," Seungyeon says, spanking SuA's butt, then grabbing it and working it around her anus. "Look at that fucking ass getting spread open," SuA says as Seungyeon spits on it and touches her pussy. SuA then pulls it out of her ass and tastes herself.

"I want to play with your big fat ass," SuA asks Seungyeon, her friend quickly taking the bottom of her bikini off and shoving her naked butt in your face. "How hungry are you for this booty?" she asks you while letting SuA spread it open. "Should we wreck this fuckhole today?" SuA asks you, pointing at Seungyeon's backdoor.

"That ass is so pretty, isn't it?" SuA asks you as she spits on Seungyeon's butthole, tonguing it afterward. "So sweet," she says, moaning as she eats her friend's ass. "Ready for a toy up that fucking asshole?" SuA asks her. "Hell yeah," Seungyeon asks as SuA teases her before putting the toy up her ass.

"It's still so fucking tight in there even all those cocks that entered up that asshole, I wonder what's her secret," SuA says, struggling to fully fit the toy. "That's what I'm talking about, stretching that fucking hole," SuA says as she finally manages to get it all the way in.

"Let's get her warm for that big fucking cock." SuA continues as she rubs Seungyeon's pussy. "You're gonna show him your reputation as a big buttslut," SuA says. "Hmmm, I love playing with that big fat ass, so juicy" SuA keeps going.

You can't resist the teasing, taking your clothes off and jumping on top of the pool chair, your cock already hard and pointing at Seungyeon's face. "Oh fuck yeah, there is that big fat cock" SuA smiles, very excited as she sees that cock for the first time at its full prowess. You kneel on the chair, Seungyeon moving her head slightly down to take it in her mouth and starting a no-hands blowjob.

"Oh that's so fucking hot, I want to watch you suck that dick while I fuck you in the ass with this toy," SuA tells Seungyeon, her friend quickly gagging on your cock as you soon fuck her face. "Such a fucking whore getting stuffed from both sides," SuA says as she pulls the toy out of Seungyeon's ass.

You two put Seungyeon in the middle of an oral train, you pounding her face while SuA tongues her friend's brown anus. Seungyeon gags hard as she's pleased from both sides. "Get that fucking cock wet, are you gonna share it with me?" SuA asks Seungyeon as she already sees her friend drenched in saliva running down her chin. "Yes, come here," Seungyeon tells her.

SuA obliges and sucks your cock like crazy, bobbing her head hard from the get-go and grabbing your balls, while Seungyeon licks your shaft from the side. You're really impressed with their cock-sucking skills, as neither girl uses her hands to suck your cock.

"Make it as messy as you can," Seungyeon commands to SuA as she watches her deepthroat it and then spits on your cock. "Can I spit on it too?" Seungyeon asks. "Yes, make it as wet as possible, just like our bodies," SuA tells her, massaging your balls while Seungyeon bobs her head on your dick.

"That's our fucking cock today, we're gonna use it to the fullest," SuA says. The girls keep taking their turns giving you no-hands blowjobs. "So fucking sexy, take it all the way deep," Seungyeon says as SuA takes on it now. Both girls make very sloppy noises, their throats fully stuffed with your cock. "Such a hungry whore," SuA says when Seungyeon takes her turn.

Both girls turn your cock into a mess of spit. "I want to see all that spit over that fucking cock," SuA says. She's getting so horny she takes the top of Seungyeon's bikini off and starts sucking her friend's tits while Seungyeon chokes all over your cock and gets her face pounded.

Seungyeon takes on your cock like a champion, making sure it stays deep in her throat even as you destroy her face at full speed. SuA lines up behind you, licking your balls as they swing all over her face with your hard thrusts. "Throatfuck that whore," SuA commands as she licks the saliva running down Seungyeon's torso while massaging her best friend's pussy and enjoying your cock bulging in her neck.

"Look at the mess you made with her," SuA tells you as she kisses Seungyeon's cock filled mouth. Seungyeon tries to catch her breath after getting her face completely stuffed with cock for more than 5 minutes. She follows her older friend's lead, bending on the chair alongside SuA and then licking her ass a little more.

"I want this dick so bad, put it in my ass," SuA begs. Soon she gets what she wants, your cock sliding right up her butthole while Seungyeon watches. "Damn, that's such a big fucking dick," SuA moans as Seungyeon spits on it. "Let me get it nice and wet," Seungyeon says.

SuA takes your cock up her ass, spreading her cheeks as Seungyeon enjoys the view of her friend getting fucked. "That cock looks so nice stretching you out," she says. "How does it feel?" Seungyeon then asks. "It's amazing," SuA answers her. "You like being a good whore?" Seungyeon asks her. "Of course," SuA answers.

"Let me hold this for you," Seungyeon says as she spread SuA's asscheeks. "Ahhh, yeah, yeah, fucking use that asshole, oh my gosh" SuA begs as you keep thrusting. "Do you want him to use your ass or you to use his cock?" Seungyeon asks, bouncing SuA's butt against you.

"Use that fucking cock," Seungyeon says as she moves SuA's hips fast. "YES, YES, YES, YES," SuA screams as she's turned into an anal fleshlight. "Such a fucking whore," Seungyeon says.

"Give me that fucking cock," Seungyeon commands as you feed it into her throat, her getting it even sloppier than before, then spitting on SuA's anus just as your cock gets back inside it. "Your asshole is so pretty getting stretched out," Seungyeon tells her.

"Keep going, use me like a good whore, FUCK, FUCK" SuA stays begging. "BURY THAT FUCKING COCK IN MY ASS," SuA continues to beg. "Get in deep in there, she needs that cock all the way deep in her ass," Seungyeon tells you as you keep pumping SuA's butt.

You switch your cock between Seungyeon's face and SuA's ass, both girls enjoying the taste of it. "So fucking delicious," Seungyeon says, before diving into eating SuA's ass a bit more. "OH FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEAH, USE THAT TONGUE," SuA screams.

"I need to taste my ass," SuA tells Seungyeon, kissing her best friend's dirty mouth as both girls giggle. "Do want that cock inside you?" SuA asks her. "Yes, please," Seungyeon says. "I want to watch you fucking take it," SuA continues, moving to the side as you bend Seungyeon down and stick your cock up her big butt, SuA adding the needed spit.

"Look at that big fat butt getting so stretched out, I love watching you take a big cock up your ass, so fucking hot," SuA says. "Spread it wide open, give it to her, make her take that fucking dick up that asshole," SuA instructs you as your cock gets deeper and deeper inside Seungyeon's ass while she massages her pussy.

"You're so pretty getting stretched out, come on, take it nice and deep in her fucking ass, baby boy," SuA tells you as you grab Seungyeon's body to give her faster thrusts. "Use that fucking asshole, oh my goodness, look how wet she is," SuA says.

"FUCK THAT COCK FEELS SO AMAZING INSIDE ME," Seungyeon screams as you attack her butthole harder and harder. "So hot those balls clapping against that fat ass," SuA says as you feed her your cock for her to sloppily taste it. "Good girl, get that cock wet for my tight butthole," Seungyeon tells her as your cock switches freely between her ass and SuA's mouth.

"Give it to me," SuA says as your cock goes into her mouth. You play with their needy holes, before going back hard into Seungyeon's backdoor. "I NEED THAT FUCKING DICK, GIVE ME MORE," she begs as SuA spanks her ass. "Look at this whore, so needy," SuA says.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, IT'S SO BIG INSIDE MY ASSHOLE, FUCKKK," Seungyeon screams louder than ever. "Pound it, baby boy," SuA commands to you. "GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, HARDER, HARDER, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, AHHHHH" Seungyeon turns into a begging mess. You do as she pleases, taking your cock harder and harder in her ass. "LET'S GO, FUCK THAT FAT ASS," SuA instructs you. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon screams loudly.

As you finish fucking Seungyeon, both girls dive hard to suck your cock, SuA arriving first and ready to savor her friend's dirty butthole, deepthroating your cock nonstop and licking the side of your shaft. Seungyeon follows suit, outdoing her best friend and taking your cock balls deep in her mouth. "Look at this whore, she wants every inch of it," SuA notices as Seungyeon spits on your cock.

"Look at those beautiful balls full of cum for us," Seungyeon says as she massages them while SuA deepthroats them. "We are gonna use this cock until there is nothing left" she continues. "Hell yeah, we're gonna milk it dry," SuA promises as she hands your cock to Seungyeon to take her turn sucking it, SuA jerking it off and kissing you while her friend bobs her head on it like a good slut.

Seungyeon spits hard on your cock. "I love the way you suck all that fucking spit," Seungyeon says, grabbing SuA's hair and shoving her face against your cock for another deepthroat. "Oh my goodness, I need to sit on this cock so bad," SuA says, moving on top of you and directing your cock back inside her anal hole. "Let me see it," Seungyeon says as her friend struggles to fit your thick cock in her tight anus.

"Let me get it slippery," Seungyeon says, rubbing some water from the pool in SuA's butt while her friend bounces on your cock. "I'm gonna get that ass all wet for you," Seungyeon says. SuA giggles, Seungyeon using her friend's bouncy butt as a pillow as she impales herself on your cock.

"I need all that fucking dick deep in my fucking ass," SuA moans, trying to get more and more of it inside her. "I love watching you sit on it," Seungyeon tells her, grabbing her ass and pushing it down your cock. "Look at this perfect ass bouncing all over that big fat cock," she says with a big smile on her face.

"I love the way you use that cock," Seungyeon tells SuA. "SPREAD IT OPEN, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE," SuA begs to her friend, Seungyeon spreading SuA's tight ass trying to ease the pressure of your thick cock up her butt. "Go faster, put him on the edge," Seungyeon commands as SuA picks up the speed even with your cock feeling at times too big for her ass.

"Perfect, those long strokes, that's what I like to see," Seungyeon tells SuA. "Use him, use that fucking cock, go, go, go," Seungyeon keeps pushing her. "OH YES, YES, YES, FUCK, FUCK," SuA starts screaming as your cock impales her deeper than ever. Seungyeon offers some relief, pulling your cock out for some butthole tasting.

"Put it back in there, please, just shove it back in there," SuA begs her friend as she is very needy for your cock. Seungyeon struggles to fit it, with SuA's tight hole and her wet butt proving to be a challenge. "It's so slippery in there," she says. You give her a helping hand, allowing SuA to squat on your cock. "Look at that beautiful ass riding that fat cock," Seungyeon says, enjoying watching her best friend.

"How does that fucking feel?" Seungyeon asks SuA as she bends her body down and pushes harder than ever to bounce on your cock. "So good," SuA answers "Such a nice fucking ass going up and down that cock," she says, making it stop a bit to taste your cock. "Back inside," she says, handing it back to you to fuck SuA a little more.

Seungyeon massages your balls down low while kissing SuA's ass up top. "OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," SuA moans until you're finally done fucking her ass. "Let me taste it," she tells Seungyeon, wrestling your cock from her to suck it under her friend's watch, the two of them sharing more dirty kisses.

"My turn to sit on it," Seungyeon says. "I'm gonna put it in your ass, just jam it in there," SuA tells her. As soon as your cock finds her butthole, Seyngyeon activates her twerking mode. "Oh my God, such a fucking baddie," SuA says, spreading her cheeks open and missing a shot of spit with the speed Seungyeon bounces on your cock.

"Such a twerking slut, so fucking hot," SuA says as Seungyeon bounces her ass hard on your cock, giving you no time to breathe with her insane twerking. "Bounce all over that fucking dick, that's your fucking cock right now" SuA commands. "OHHHH FUCKKKK," Seungyeon moans as she twerks even harder.

"YES IT'S MY FUCKING COCK TO USE WHATEVER I WANT IT," Seungyeon screams. Her twerking and SuA's soft massage on your balls push you to the fullest. "OH MY GOD, FUCK YEAH," Seungyeon is very pleased as your cock impales her deeper and deeper in that butthole. SuA makes things even harder, jerking your cock off while Seungyeon bounces fast on it.

"OH YES, YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon screams as she is on the verge of cumming. "USE IT, USE IT, USE IT," SuA pushes her harder, spanking Seungyeon's big butt. "OH MY GOD, IT'S HITTING ME SO DEEP," she keeps screaming. "Don't stop, use that fucking toy, that's your toy," SuA tells her as Seungyeon keeps twerking.

"I want to taste it, right from that fucking ass," SuA says as she pulls your cock out of Seungyeon's butt, jerking it off hard and making it even wetter. "Oh yeah, lick it all," Seungyeon tells her. "Lemme just teases it," SuA says, rubbing your tip against the entrance of Seungyeon's rectum.

"Oh, that cock feels so good in my ass," Seungyeon moans as she resumes twerking. SuA smiles, her hands all over your balls as she enjoys her friend being a cockslut, spreading her ass while Seungyeon rides. "SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SO GOOD," Seungyeon moans. "BOUNCE, BOUNCE, FUCKING BOUNCE ON IT," SuA orders her friend, giving her fat ass more and more spanks.

"Such a good cock to take up that fucking ass, isn't it? The perfect dick to take up the ass" SuA asks Seungyeon. "Keep moving that fat ass, bounce on that dick like a good fucking whore," SuA continues to push. "I'M GONNA CUM," Seungyeon announces. "YES, CUM ALL OVER THAT BIG FAT COCK, YOU FUCKING WHORE," SuA tells her.

Seungyeon squirts all over your body as she collapses into orgasm. SuA immediately takes your cock to taste it. "Give it to me," she says. "I love watching you taste my ass off his cock," Seungyeon tells her, but SuA barely listens, hyperfocused on giving you the best blowjob.

SuA lies sideways on the chair as you get up from it. "Slide that cock back in my ass again, please," she commands. Seungyeon is right there, resting her face on her friend's butt and kissing it. "Oh my Gosh, yeah, fuck, it goes so deep in there, ahhhhh" SuA moans as you go back to pump her ass. "Let me spread it open," Seungyeon says as she worships her friend's butt.

"I love watching you take every inch," Seungyeon tells her. "And I love watching you spread it wide," SuA replies. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SPREAD ME, IT'S SO GOOD, DEEP IN THAT FUCKING ASS," she screams. "I love the way you thrust deep into my friend's ass, makes her look like such a good buttwhore," Seungyeon tells you.

"Bora you're such a good buttwhore, so good at using cocks," Seungyeon keeps saying to SuA. "Is that what you like, cum all over his cock like a good buttwhore?" Seungyeon keeps asking. "AHHH, AHHHH, HARDER, HARDER, PLEASE," SuA begs as you attack your asshole. "Let's go, I wanna feel your body cum, please," Seungyeon tells her.

"OH YEAH, OH YEAH, OH YEAH," SuA moans hard. Seungyeon rubs her cunt, getting her closer and closer to cum. "RUB MY PUSSY LIKE THAT, MAKE ME CUM, I LOVE THE WAY YOU GUYS ARE USING ME RIGHT NOW," SuA says. "Are we using you or are you using us?" Seungyeon asks, increasing the speed of her massage on SuA's clit.

"Oh my god that is so hot," SuA says as you pull out of her ass and stick your cock right in Seungyeon's slutty mouth, leaving a huge gape behind. "Feed her that fucking dick all the way down that fucking throat, now put it back in my ass, fuck yeah," SuA says as you drill her butt harder than ever. "All the needs right now is getting fucked in the ass, getting railed up that butthole," Seungyeon says, pushing SuA's body against your cock

"THAT FEELS SO GOOD, FUCK, FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM, OH MY GOD," SuA screams as she starts squirting, giving you the perfect opportunity to give your cock once again to Seungyeon. "Fuck me and feed her," SuA commands as Seunhgyeon bobs her head on your cock.

You push Seungyeon towards a stool, making her lie on it with her fat ass as she spreads her legs wide open. SuA quickly comes in and licks her friend's asshole. "Oh yeah," Seungyeon says, very pleased.

"Give it to her," SuA tells you as she steps aside, guiding your cock back into Seungyeon's butt. "Oh my gosh," Seungyeon moans. "So beautiful getting fucked in the ass, the perfect fuckhole for his big fat cock," SuA says. "Ahhh, I love being a little fuckhole," Seungyeon moans while SuA rubs her clit.

"I love seeing your face right next to my ass," a needy Seungyeon tells SuA. "How about my face tasting that big cock right from your fat ass?" SuA asks, grabbing your shaft and putting it in her mouth one more time. "Even better," Seungyeon answers.

"Put it back in, I need more, this cock is so wet," Seungyeon says. "I love tasting all those juices from her dirty fucking ass, fuck her and feed me, baby boy," SuA orders to you. "OHHHH YESSSS," Seungyeon screams, very excited.

You keep taking turns between Seungyeon's butt and SuA's mouth. "That's so nasty, I love how nasty this is, such a dirty slut tasting that fucking cock right from my fucking ass," Seungyeon says, rubbing her clit now. "Oh my God look at this fucking cock drilling this pretty ass," SuA says, enjoying the view.

"OH THAT COCK FEELS SO AMAZING," Seungyeon screams as you attack her ass deep. "Such a pretty pussy too, pity we won't use it today," SuA says. "OH FUCK IT'S SO INTENSE AND DEEP," Seungyeon says, SuA smiling as her best friend turns into nothing but your cocksleeve. "Don't you love taking every inch of this dick up your fucking ass," SuA asks her.

"I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon answers as you pound her ass into oblivion. "Such an amazing feeling that cock deep in there, OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, AHHHH," Seungyeon says, almost losing her breath. But SuA keeps pushing, kissing her friend's ass, and rubbing her pussy while she gets anally pounded.

"OH MY SO FUCKING TURNED ON RIGHT NOW, HOLY SHIT, I WANNA FEEL THAT COCK IN MY ASS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, I LOVE IT SO MUCH," Seungyeon moans as a loud helicopter flies over the hotel, but she makes such a hella noise you can still hear her moans loud and clear.

"My turn to sit on that stool," SuA says as she does the same as her friend, Seungyeon happily spreading her ass for your cock to enter next. "Fuck, it's so good," SuA moans. "Should I taste that asshole?" Seungyeon asks. "Yes," SuA answers as you give your cock for her friend to get it wet. "Such pretty dick-sucking lips all over that cock," SuA says.

"AHHHH YEAHHHHH," SuA is very excited as you pound her ass. Seungyeon spits on your cock as you keep drilling her friend's ass. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, HMMMM," SuA moans. "Let me taste it again," Seungyeon begs as you take turns between her mouth and SuA's ass. "That's so hot," SuA says.

"SPREAD IT, SPREAD IT, OH MY GOD, RIGHT THERE," SuA screams as Seungyeon lines up behind her, watching her friend take your big fat cock in her ass. "AHHH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," SuA moans, losing her breath as Seungyeon fingers her clit. "OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she keeps moaning.

"Give it to her, give her that fucking cock," Seungyeon commands to you as she increases the speed of fingering SuA's clit. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH," SuA moans loudly. "See how much she loves being used and stretched out, moaning like a good whore," Seungyeon says."Look at that ass spread wide open with that big fat cock," Seungyeon says. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," SuA screams loudly as you rearrange her guts with hard and fast thrusts.

"It's getting hot in here, let's get back to the pool," Seungyeon orders as you lie on the shallow part of it and let both girls suck your cock a little bit more. "Such a nasty girl tasting my dirty ass," SuA says to Seungyeon.

"Let me fuck that ass one more time," you tell Seungyeon, putting her body sideways and pounding her ass. "OH FUCK YES," she moans as you start drilling her butt, SuA lying to the side of her and watching your thrusts make loud noises in the water. "OH YES, YES, YES," Seungyeon moans. You fuck SuA's throat a bit, before going back to pounding the tanned girl's anus.

"AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, OH YEAH," Seungyeon is nothing but a moaning mess. "Put your ass in her face," you order to SuA, who sits right on Seungyeon's head, her young friend clinging to eat her pussy as you pound her harder and harder. "OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she moans under SuA'S cunt.

"FUCK, YES, YES, YES, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH, FUCK, FUCK, HARDER, HARDER," Seungyeon begs as you turn her into an anal whore, making waves in the pool as you pound her butt. "GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CUM, PLEASE, PLEASE," she loudly begs.

"You want my cum, you fucking slut?" you ask Seungyeon. "Yes, give me all your cum," she begs. You soon pull out of her asshole and coat her big butt with your seeds, painting it white, SuA quickly comes in and licks Seungyeon's ass, taking all that cum into her mouth.

"Save it, don't swallow," Seungyeon orders to SuA, getting back up as the two girls swap your cock, laughing and giggling. "Wow, that was so intense," Seungyeon says.

"Right, let's celebrate it," SuA says as she tosses your body in the pool. You three spend a few more minutes swimming naked, before heading into your bedrooms and getting yourselves dry.

On the next day, you started walking across the hotel, ready to go to the beach, until you found SuA and Seungyeon dancing at the gym.

"Where are you going today?" Seungyeon asks you. "To the beach," you tell them. "Well, how about you fuck us again first?" SuA asks. "Come here, baby boy, let her sit that fat ass on your face while I ride your cock," SuA continues, ready for another fuck session.

The beach can wait.

This fic wasn't initially planned. However, after seeing SuA posting those bikini pics, I had a massive urge to write about her. Knowing she had collabed with Seungyeon in the past, their friendship and that Seungyeon also had a vacation in Vietnam last year (where she took the bikini selfie in this story), plus the fact I wanted to write about her since last year but never commited to it, I finally decided to pull the trigger and added her to the mix as well. Plus it gave me the perfect excuse to post their hot bikini pics.

Hope you guys enjoy this all-anal debauchery by the pool. Probably one of the smuts I had the most fun writing.

[scribesoflex]

just thinking abt older miguel x younger reader (smut 17+)

age gap! dark concept!

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚.

you’re his best friend’s daughter, who he watched grow from an awkward teen to a young woman.

until puberty hit, and everything changed. no longer wanting to be around miguel or your father, prancing around like you’re better than that – than hanging out with family.

you grew up much faster than he’d hoped you would and sooner rather than later he’s loosing you to parties and dumb college boys (not like you were ever actually his) that he obviously thinks aren’t good enough.

no more wanting to spend Friday evenings snuggled on the couch, watching a scary movie. no more splashing around in his pool, shrieking out when he tosses you from the ladder. it all came to a stop.

you smiling at him or wishing him a good day coming to a halt, and he begins hearing your father complain of your behavior almost everyday. he’s getting sick of it, wishing you’d just be a good girl again. he tried to tell your father that you need punished, but he’s not having it – he swears it won’t do any good. that you’ve grown up too much.

miguel isn’t oblivious to what a young woman in college does. he was your age once, he knows. knows that your frame filled out, and that your legs grew longer, eyes got shiner, pouty lips got poutier. he just tries not to think too hard about how other men know that as well. and don’t get miguel wrong either – he feels like a creep for staring too long, looking where he shouldn’t. you look up to him.

or atleast you did.

but he’s also not an idiot, and he knows that when he’s not looking at you – you’re looking at him. chewing your lip, thinking things you probably shouldn’t, because that would just be wrong. it would be so so wrong.

it’s miguel who knows that it will do good. a simple plan really, to catch you alone, corner you and scare you into being a better daughter. miguel knows he’s a scary guy, that not even you can see past.

a late evening, one where your father is working late, and you don’t have to study. miguel is going to do it then, slipping in through the front door quietly, padding up the stairs to your bedroom.

that’s when he sees you doing something you definitely shouldn’t be.

your bedroom door is cracked, because you think you’re alone, and it’s just enough for him to see you – pillow lodged between your thighs, face screwed tight in pleasure, hips jumping and squirming. Your shirt is longer than it should be, but it’s caught on the curve of your bare ass, revealing it to his wide eyes.

He knows he should just silently retreat, go home and try to pretend like this hasn’t happened, he really does know it. but he stays put.

in a trance, length growing hard in his boxers with every stupid little incoherent plead you let out, squeaking and whining. you’re begging into the air, please wanna cum, please please. frail frame shaking and twitching. he just can’t seem to stop watching, drool pooling at the back of his throat, swallowing thickly.

you gasp out, thighs clamping tighter around the pillow, clearly approaching an orgasm, but you force yourself to stop, chewing your bottom lip. miguel thinks for a moment that maybe you can see him somehow, but that thought diminishes when you toss the pillow to the floor, falling forward, pressing your face into the mattress, legs spread wide, ass high in the air.

he can’t breathe when he sees it – your soaking pussy, screaming for him, creamy and puffy as if you’ve been at for hours.

you slip two fingers in your hole, moaning out, toes curling. the noises you make when you start thrusting your small fingers in and out, gushy and obscenely loud, make him hot. sweat building at his hairline, cock twitching in his pants.

and as if it can’t get any worse, you say it. what he’d been imagining you do.

“miguel please, need it so bad mi vida” you croon, muffled by the bed sheets, but clear as day in his ears.

“hmmm what does my sweet girl need” he coos, clicking his toungue, sucking a breath between his teeth to suffice the nerves building in his stomach.

you pause, face twisting around to see him as he trudges into your room, glowering down at you with shame. your pussy clenches around your fingers, wetness seeping out around the knuckle, and you whine.

your fingers spread your folds, letting him see your greedy hole as his hands come to spread your cheeks, shuddering at the sight up close.

“want you to fuck me, want it so so bad”

he hums, fingers ghosting over your slit, flicking your clit “since you’re begging so sweetly” he smirks.

you behave better the next day.

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚. severely unedited! pt.2 here

[sturnioz]

fratboy!chris finds one of shy!reader’s books — it has some interesting paragraphs. requested by. @issysh3ll

chris isn't nosy—at least, not all the time.

he minds his own business and he whole-heartedly expects you to do the same exact thing for him. but now he's alone in your bedroom, boredom creeping in as he waits for you to finish your shower.

you mentioned something about wanting to freshen up, but he didn't really pay attention — he didn't really care.

but as he waits, his gaze drifts around your room, disinterested, until it lands on a book that peeks out from beneath your fluffy pillow.

he prods his cheek with his tongue as he grabs it, planning to toss it onto the bedside table. but he catches a glimpse at the cover, and his eyes narrow at the sight of a half-naked man pressed against a woman's body.

a little intrigued, he leans back against the pillow, flipping mindlessly through the pages. his expression immediately shifts from boredom to disbelief as he reads the explicit details and phrases, and a laugh of disbelief escapes him, followed by a smirk as he shakes his head and rubs at his jaw — completely engrossed in the content that he fails to notice you've just finished your shower.

"w-what are you doing?!" you blurt out, panic flooding your voice as you stand in the doorway, wrapped in a towel. your skin glistens, and your damp hair clings to you, but you can't focus on that. all you can think about is the book in chris' hands.

"you readin' all this, kid?" chris asks with a teasing tone. "a lil' bedtime erotica for the secret freak?"

"stop!" the word bursts from your lips, panic and embarrassment surging through you. you feel your face heat up, the warmth spreading down your neck as you nearly trip over your own feet rushing toward the bed.

one hand grips the towel tightly, desperately trying to keep it in place, with the other reaches for the book — but chris is too quick, holding it just out of reach, his smirk growing wider.

"d-don't look at that! put it away!" your heart races, and you can feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

"why? s'you can read it later?" he tilts his head to the side, his tongue wetting his bottom lip. "you touch yourself while you read this shit, kid?"

you cheeks burn hotter, and you feel utterly exposed. the embarrassment is overwhelming, and you're desperate to snatch the book from him, but he holds it high above his head, completely out of reach. in a moment of sheer panic, you climb onto him, your heart pounding as you try to grab the book.

"ain't this what she does in the book?" chris continues his relentless teasing, and you're completely mortified when his words sink in. "how did it go again? 'she straddles him, cagin' him between her thighs—'"

"stop!" you splutter, the humiliation overwhelming you until it feels like the walls are closing in, and you start to pray for the bed to swallow you whole and take you far away from this mortifying situation.

the towel around you feels like it's slipping, and your composure hangs by a thread. your breathing comes in laboured gasps as you frantically search for a way out of this mess — desperately trying to think of an excuse, even though you know there's no reason for that, especially with the book still in his hands.

"i kinda wanna try it, bun," he drawls, his words catching you completely off guard. you furrow your brows, blinking away the tears of humiliation pooling in your eyes as you stare at him in confusion. "wanna... wanna see what y'learned from this lil' book of yours."

you swallow thickly, his tone sending shivers down your spine, and you can't help but feel exposed under his gaze as you whisper, "w-what do you mean?"

he leans back against the headboard, the smirk on his face deepening. "y'know exactly what i mean, bun... been readin' all this shit—gotta have learned a few things, yeah? c'mon... show me."

you're still seated on his lap moments later, but your towel is loosely draped around your hips and your cunt is stuffed full of his cock — light, airy moans escaping your lips as you roll your hips the same way the woman does in the book.

chris' hands slip beneath the towel, palms against your ass, guiding your movements as he grinds up against you, pushing himself deeper into your spongy walls. your head lolls back, gasping as you weakly bounce on his cock, the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your high-pitched moans.

"takin' my dick so fuckin' well, bun," chris hisses through clenched teeth. "learned a lot, yeah? keep goin'."

"m'trying!" you whimper, his cock brushing against the spot deep within that has you seeing stars, and your arms curl around his shoulders, gripping him tightly as you drool. "s'too much!"

"too much," chris mocks you quietly with a scoff, a laugh leaving him as his hands gip your supple ass cheeks, helping you bounce on him harder while he thrusts up into you, relishing in the sound of your squeals in his ears. "always gotta do the work f'you, bun... supposed t'be showin' me what you learned."

"ah! ah!" squeaks leave your lips uncontrollably, your pebbled nipples rubbing against his chest with each forceful thrust as he drives his cock deeper into your wet warmth.

the bed creaks beneath you as you muster up the strength to ride him again, bracing your hands on his chest as you lean up, bouncing your hips weakly in time with his thrusts.

"yeah... this what she taught you, bun? the woman in your book?" he grunts as his own hands roam up your spine, digging his fingers into your supple flesh, pulling you down onto him harder — filling and stretching you out completely, hitting all the right spots that have you faltering your movements.

beads of sweat trickle down chris' forehead as his darkened gaze watches you from below, his lips parted with heavy breathes. you whine at the sight, your back arching as your head falls back, the knot in your stomach letting you know how close you are to cumming.

however, you're surprised when chris' arms slip around you and he reaches up, his lips gently licking and nibbling at your nipple — a move you once read in the book and you gasp, the pleasure striking up your spine causing your body to tremble as you slump against him, your own arms tightening around his shoulders and threading your fingers through his hair, cumming around his cock with a cry.

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[meinii]

"hoodie thief"

summary: Sylus' hoodies have been disappearing lately... the thief was closer than he thought •⩊•

content: fluffy fluff, Luke and Kieran cameo

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Sylus was no fool

at first, he didn’t think much of it—one or two hoodies missing wasn’t a big deal. he probably left them somewhere, maybe in his office or tossed over one of the chairs in Onychinus. but as the days passed, his wardrobe slowly dwindled. hoodies, sweatshirts, even his thicker, oversized ones—all mysteriously gone

and there was only one person who had the audacity to steal from him

you.

Sylus narrowed his eyes. he had seen you wearing his hoodies a few times, the fabric swallowing your frame, the sleeves dangling past your hands. and each time, you acted as if it was no big deal. like it wasn’t a crime against the very fabric of his empire.

the moment you walked into his office that evening, wrapped in yet another one of his hoodies, he just stared

you blinked "what?"

he leaned forward, elbows resting on his desk, a slow smirk tugging at his lips "you’re awfully comfortable stealing from me, aren’t you?"

you feigned innocence, glancing down at the hoodie draped over you "oh… this? I—uh—found it"

"found it?" he repeated, amused

"yeah. just lying around"

"in your house?"

"…maybe"

Sylus exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. he could force you to return them—could pin you down and strip it right off your body if he really wanted to—but he let it slide, for now

because, truthfully, he liked seeing you in his hoodies.

that might’ve been the end of it—except Luke and Kieran, the ever-loyal informants, decided to stick their noses in where it did not belong

"boss, we have a report on your missing items"

Sylus looked up from his paperwork, giving Luke and Kieran a deadpan stare "You actually investigated?"

Luke grinned "of course. you seemed so troubled about it, after all"

Sylus rolled his eyes "go on, then"

Kieran pulled out a small tablet, tapping the screen "after some thorough research—which included some discreet surveillance—we have identified the culprit" he turned the screen toward Sylus

it was you, sneaking out of his penthouse with an armful of his hoodies, stuffing them into a bag like a professional thief

Sylus let out a short laugh, shaking his head in disbelief "she really had the audacity to smuggle them out?"

Luke smirked "oh, she’s been planning this. we even found a whole stash at her place"

Sylus raised an eyebrow "a stash?"

"mm-hm. neatly folded, stacked in her closet. she’s treating them like trophies, boss"

Sylus chuckled, tilting his head back in amusement. the fact that you collected them, carefully keeping them all together—it was both ridiculous and insanely endearing

"and here’s the best part," Kieran continued, clearly enjoying himself "we confronted her about it. wanna know what she said?"

Sylus smirked "let’s hear it"

Luke cleared his throat dramatically "'tell Sylus I have no idea what he’s talking about. those are legally mine now. he can’t do anything about it.'"

Sylus burst out laughing, dragging a hand down his face "legally hers?"

"she made a contract in her head, boss. if she wears it enough times, it’s hers now."

Sylus shook his head, amused beyond belief "She really is impossible"

Luke grinned "so? what’s the plan? gonna storm her place and reclaim your lost belongings?"

Sylus smirked "no, no… let her have them"

Kieran raised an eyebrow "really?"

"oh, yeah" Sylus leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming with mischief "I want to see how long she thinks she can get away with this"

that night, you were comfortably curled up on your couch, wearing yet another hoodie of Sylus'. t smelled like him—faint hints of cedarwood, spice, and something unmistakably him. it was oversized, the sleeves pooling over your hands, the warmth of the fabric making you feel safe

you had no regrets. none at all.

until your phone buzzed

Sylus: I know everything

you stared at the message, heart stopping for a second

you hesitated before replying

You: everything about what? Sylus: you’re a terrible liar.

you swallowed, typing as nonchalantly as possible

You: I think you’re mistaken. I am simply a humble citizen living her best life. Sylus: living your best life with my entire wardrobe?

okay. he knew. he definitely knew.

you considered your options

1) play dumb 2) flee the country 3) beg for forgiveness

before you could type a response, there was a knock on your door

your stomach dropped

slowly, cautiously, you opened the door—only to find Sylus leaning against the frame, arms crossed, eyes sharp with amusement

"you," he drawled "are the worst thief I’ve ever seen."

you cleared your throat, shifting slightly "what brings you here, oh great ruler of Onychinus?"

he smirked "oh, just checking in on my beloved hoodie thief."

You knew Luke and Kieran had snitched. those little traitors.

Sylus stepped forward, towering over you, his fingers tugging lightly at the hem of the hoodie you were wearing

"you didn’t even bother returning one," he mused, tilting his head "you just kept all of them"

you pouted "well… they’re cozy"

his eyes flickered with amusement "and that means they belong to you?"

"yes," you said shamelessly "finders keepers"

Sylus let out a low chuckle, shaking his head "unbelievable"

"you’re not mad, though," you pointed out, a slow grin spreading across your lips "you like seeing me in them."

he exhaled, a smirk playing on his lips "you’re lucky I do"

his fingers brushed against your cheek, tilting your chin up slightly. his voice lowered, warm and teasing

"if you wanted to keep something of mine so badly… all you had to do was ask"

your face grew warm at the implication "I—"

"shh" he leaned down, his lips barely an inch from yours "enjoy your little collection while it lasts. I might just take one back… personally"

your heart definitely skipped a beat

Sylus grinned at your expression, clearly enjoying himself

"sweet dreams, hoodie thief"

and with that, he turned on his heel and walked away—leaving you flustered, warm, and absolutely unwilling to give back a single hoodie

[toxicanonymity]

Random food for thot that I thought you may enjoy - Joel and Tommy doing a kind of good cop/bad cop routine with a rescued, kind of feral reader. Reader has Gone Through It (maybe raider fodder or something idk) and is distrustful. Tommy is all smiles and sweet words, Joel is all grumpy but caring. I have a vivid picture in my mind of them trying to get reader to take a bath, and Tommy is trying to coax ‘C’mon sugar, it’ll be nice’ and then Joel just straight up tosses them into the tub, clothes and all.

Hope things are good with you and yours. As always, thank you for the joy you bring <3

Yes, tsuki!!! Yes!! I love it. Ty for sharing. 🩷🩷

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"How 'bout we get you outta these dirty clothes, darlin'," Tommy suggests, and you shake your head no, curling into a ball. "Well, you ain't gotta be naked," he clarifies with a smile. "You can wear some clean clothes. How's that?"

You study his face in curiosity.

"You're gonna feel so much better," Tommy promises. "Even get ya set up with some hot water....How's that?"

He puts a big pot of water on the stove and roams around finding some clean clothes for you. He puts them in the bathroom with a towel.

When the water's ready, Tommy takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom. Your eyes well up in tears and you hug yourself, still not ready.

"Alright, listen," Tommy puts his hands gently on your shoulders. "You gotta do this for me, baby..."

"Just put her in the goddamn tub, Tommy," Joel demands from the bathroom door. "C'mon. Now. Before it gets cold."

Your eyes are wide as you look back and forth between them.

Tommy takes a deep breath and offers, "All right, how about we'll give you some privacy, and-"

Joel charges in, grabs you by your arm, pulls you to your feet, wrangles you over to the tub, and lifts you into it, clothes and all. You're squirming, and he keeps his hands firmly on your shoulders. "Cut it out, that's enough."

"Hey, hey," Tommy protests, "Get the hell off her!"

"I ain't sleepin' til we check her for bites," Joel says, "and I need some god damn sleep. Let's get this over with."

You look at Tommy with hopeful eyes, but he doesn't tell Joel to back off. He says, "Joel's right, darlin'. We gotta check ya."

You twist away from Joel's grasp, glare at him.

"Give us some space," Tommy asks.

"Treatin' her like a damn kitten," Joel grumbles. He steps back but doesn't leave the bathroom. He keeps a watchful eye on you.

Tommy coaxes you out of your shirt and undershirt, gently lifting your arms, pulling his gaze away from your chest every time his eyes linger. "Good," he whispers as you let him check you. His gentle fingertips are feather light on your skin. "Lotta bruises," he mutters. Just as you've calmed down, he says "Now, you know we gotta check your legs too..." and you start getting worked up again.

"Ain't bit, are ya?" Tommy asks.

No, you shook your head, and choked back tears.

"Those guys do somethin' to ya?" Tommy asks. You pinch your eyes shut. "We ain't gonna hurt ya....but we can't take care of you unless we know you ain't bit."

You stare at the water with tears falling from your cheeks, sitting back on your haunches in the water with your pants still on.

Tommy continues, "And I wanna take care of ya, sugar. I do..... so lemme get ya checked out, then you can relax, we'll get ya some clean clothes on, make a fire..."

"For Christ's sake, Tommy." Joel walks up to the tub and puts his hands on his knees. "I'm gonna pick you up now," He warns in a stern voice. Then he bends down, wraps an arm around you, and lifts you up.

"Pants, take the pants down, Tommy."

Tommy hesitates and asks you, "Is it okay?"

"DO IT, Tommy. God damn. Ain't got more time to waste."

Tommy peels your pants down, revealing a red pool in your underwear that begins to dye the bath water.

Both men get awkward. "Now that's just, uh, that's your uh, menstruation, ain't it?" Tommy asked. "I mean you ain't hurt, are ya?"

"I don't know," you whisper shakily.

"All right, take'em off, take'em off," Joel tells Tommy, then to you: "It's okay, baby. You're doin' good."

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[starkeyslibrary]

CHASING MAYBE

pairing: bsf!reader x rafe

word count: 3.1k

authors note: i had two similair requests in my inbox and decided to combine them! hope you don’t mind!! 🙈thanks for the requests! <3

The party was already packed when you and your friend strolled in – loud music shaking the windows, neon lights spilling across sweaty bodies, and someone already yelling about running out of White Claws.

You roll your eyes. “Five bucks says that’s JJ.”

Bri laughed beside you, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Ten bucks says he drank them all himself.”

“Fair.” You said, grinning as you linked arms with both Bri and Lex. “Now, ladies – remember the mission. Free drinks, good lighting and no catching feelings.”

Lex wiggled her brows. “Too late for you, babe. Someone’s already staring.”

You didn’t have to ask who. You already knew. Rafe Cameron, over by the pool table, was watching you like you hung the damn moon – same cocky smirk, same slightly tilted head like he was trying to figure you out.

You arched a brow. “Let him look. Doesn’t mean he gets to touch.”

You made your way through the crowd, laughing at nothing, catching attention like a walking power trio. Inside the kitchen, you grabbed a red solo cup and poured yourself something strong.

“Cheers to bad ideas,” Bri said, lifting her cup.

“To being the problem, not the plan,” Lex added

“To not catching feelings,” You said, clinking their cup.

Half an hour later, you were leaned against the counter, cup still in hand, while your friends danced in the living room. You were mid-scroll through your phone when you caught the stare. Again. This time, shameless.

“You keep staring, Rafey, I’m gonna start charging you,” you called over your shoulder without turning.

Rafe smirked, sauntering towards you with that damn smug walk like he’d just scored the game-winning shot.

“You wearing that just for me, sweetheart?” he asked, eyes dragging down your fit.

“Please,” you scoffed. “This is for me. You’re just collateral damage.”

He grinned. “Yeah? Funny, because you’ve been looking at me like you wanna cause some.”

“Only to your ego,” you fired back with a sharp smile. “It’s gotten dangerously swollen lately.”

Topper whooped from the background, and Rafe just shook his head, sipping from his own cup as he leaned a little too close.

This was your thing — banter with teeth, glances that lingered, touches that almost crossed a line. But it was always safe, always wrapped up in a joke. Neither of you pushed it. Yet.

Your gaze flicked to the sliding doors leading outside. “I need air. Try not to miss me too much.”

You didn’t wait for his answer — just walked out, letting the warm night air wrap around you. The backyard was dimly lit, the glow of the bonfire at the beach barely visible beyond the dunes. You took a deep breath and leaned against the porch railing, letting the music fade into background noise.

Behind you, right on cue — came his voice.

“You know I can’t let you have a dramatic exit without me,” Rafe’s voice came from behind you, smooth like sin and summer.

You didn’t turn around. “Not dramatic. Just needed space. Some of us don’t have a god complex that requires being at the center of every room.”

He stepped up beside you, looking out over the yard with a smirk. “I like your space better.”

That earned him a tiny smirk from you, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of turning fully. “Don’t get cute, Cameron.”

“Too late.”

You stood like that for a beat — close, the air between them humming with that something you never talked about. Rafe glanced over, studying your profile like he was memorizing it.

“You ever think about it?” he asked.

You finally turned to him. “About what?”

He was close now — closer than he should’ve been. “Us. You know… what’d happen if we stopped pretending.”

You blinked, heartbeat stuttering for half a second — not because you were shocked, but because finally. You tilted your head.

“That almost sounds like you want something serious, Rafe. Which would be cute if I didn’t know you better.”

His grin faltered just barely. “Maybe I want you.”

You laughed softly. “You want the chase, baby. And you’re good at it. But I don’t fall for pretty lies.”

You turned to walk down the porch steps when—

“Y/N—” he said, just a little rougher.

You stopped.

And then he was there again, closing the space, hand reaching gently for your wrist, spinning you to face him. He looked at you like you were fire and he was tired of being cold.

You stood like that — eyes locked, lips a breath apart, the air buzzing around them. His hand cupped your cheek this time, hesitant but wanting.

You didn’t pull away.

He leaned in slowly, eyes flicking to your mouth—

“RAFE! Yo, Rafe! Get your ass over here, man!”

Topper.

You pulled back fast like you’d been slapped. Rafe blinked, visibly torn for one second — and then, just like that, the mask slipped back on.

He stepped away. Shrugged.

“I’ll be right back.”

And just like that, he walked off — no sorry, no explanation. Gone.

You stood frozen for a second, chest tight, eyes narrowed.

Then you scoffed under your breath and turned back toward the street.

He wasn't gonna play you like that again.

Not this time.

You texted Bri.

“I’m done. Catch an Uber?”

You didn’t text him the next morning.

You didn’t snap him back. Didn’t like his dumb story of him and Kelce trying to fix a golf cart either.

And when he called once, then twice, you declined the second one and didn’t bother replying to the “u good?” that followed.

You were good. Just not with him.

Instead, you were at Bri’s place, legs tangled with yours on the couch, a greasy slice of pizza in one hand and Lex painting your nails a dangerously sharp red on the other.

“I’m just saying,” Lex said, blowing on your nails, “if he wanted to kiss you, he would’ve. And if he didn’t want to be an ass about it… well, same logic.”

You snorted. “Amen.”

Bri reached for her water, slumped on the floor. “I never liked him anyway. His jaw is too perfect. Feels like a trap.”

“It is a trap,” you muttered, staring at your phone lighting up again with his name. You silenced it. No reply. Again.

Lex raised a brow. “Still trying?”

“Three missed calls and a ‘u good?’ text,” you said with a fake-sweet smile. “Very emotionally intelligent.”

Bri made a gagging noise.

Rafe was unravelling.

It took him less than 24 hours to realize something was off — and even less time to get pissed about it.

You had been nothing but cold, collected and absolutely untouchable. So when he saw you at the dock two days later he pulled up next to your Jeep, window down, Ray-Bans perched low on his nose.

“You avoiding me?” he asked through his car window, voice all lazy confidence. But his grip on the steering wheel? White-knuckled.

You didn’t even look up from your phone. “That depends — are you used to girls waiting around after you ditch them mid-moment?”

Rafe blinked, caught off guard. “Okay, damn. You’re still mad about that?”

“Oh, still mad?” you snapped, shoving your phone in your bag. “Didn’t know there was an expiration date on being disrespected.”

He grinned, trying to defuse — or distract. “Babe, you’re dramatic.”

“And you’re exhausting,” you fired, standing up. “You don’t get to flirt with me like that, act like you want something real for half a second, and then just walk away like it didn’t happen.”

He leaned out the window a little, face hardening. “It’s not that deep.”

“Then maybe you should find someone who floats.”

You didn’t wait for a reply, you turned just in time for your friends to pull up in Bri’s Mazda, blasting SZA and waving dramatically out the windows.

Rafe watched as you slid into the passenger seat without another glance his way.

Lex flipped Rafe off with a grin when Bri peeled out of the lot.

Rafe just sat there, blinking, while you threw your head back and laughed with your girls, loud and unbothered.

That night, Rafe didn’t go to the usual bonfire. Neither did you.

But the next one? He was there early. Already sipping a beer, eyes scanning the crowd every five seconds.

You looked incredible. Dress, silky, short and painted with a bold floral print – clung in all the right places and dipped daringly low at the neckline. You stepped onto the beach like the main event — glowing, confident, and completely unbothered.

Rafe’s jaw practically hit the sand.

You saw him.

And walked right past.

Every time he tried to talk to you, Lex intercepted, or Bri pulled you into some fake emergency — “I need your opinion on this guy’s shoes, it’s life or death.” Rafe wasn’t used to working this hard. He wasn’t used to being ignored.

Rafe found you alone, near the edge of the party where the music didn’t quite reach. Just like before.

He approached slower this time. No swagger. No stupid grin.

“Y/N.”

You didn’t turn. “Didn’t Topper call your name again?”

He exhaled a laugh, but it came out a little bitter this time. “Okay. I deserved that.”

“No, Rafe. You deserved worse. But I’m tired.” Your voice dropped just slightly — not sad, just... done. “I’m not playing this game with you anymore.”

“I wasn’t trying to play,” he said, stepping closer. “I just— I panicked, alright? You kissed me back.”

“No,” you said sharply, eyes finally on his. “You almost kissed me. Then you left. Don’t twist it.”

He looked at you, jaw ticking, searching for something in your face. “So what? You’re done with me?”

“I’m done waiting for you to decide if you mean anything you say.” You paused. “You want me? Prove it. You want to joke around and run back to your boys every time things get real? Then stay out of my way.”

And with that, you walked away again — this time, not with bitterness, but with clarity.

Rafe stood there alone, mouth tight, heart pounding.

Rafe didn’t text. He didn’t call.

He showed up.

Unannounced, mid-afternoon, while you and your girls were poolside at Lex’s — laughing, lounging, and collectively trying to forget boys existed.

You spotted him before anyone else. You knew that shape, that posture — shoulders tense, chin tilted like he had something to prove.

“Is that Rafe?” Bri muttered.

Lex sat up, shielding her eyes. “Wow. Man really wants to be humiliated in broad daylight.”

You took a slow sip of your drink. “He’s already halfway there.”

But you stood up anyway.

Because no matter how furious you was, how much he hurt you, he wasn’t just some guy.

He was Rafe. Your Rafe. Your best friend. The one who used to sneak you snacks during detention and swore you’d never catch feelings for each other.

And now here you were.

“You really have the audacity,” you said flatly, meeting him at the gate.

Rafe looked at you like you still hung the moon. Like he didn’t remember you used to tell him exactly when to stop flirting so you wouldn’t fall for him. Like he hadn’t just made the dumbest choice of his life two nights ago.

“I had to see you,” he said.

“You had to ditch me mid-kiss first.”

“That wasn’t— I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

“You didn’t mean to? Rafe, you and I have been best friends since we were kids. You think I don’t know when you’re lying to yourself?”

“You pulled away like you were embarrassed,” you went on, voice quiet but cutting. “Like I was just another drunk mistake.”

“You are not a mistake.”

“Then why’d you leave like one?”

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I panicked, okay? I didn’t expect it to feel that real.”

“We’ve always been real,” you snapped. “You just finally couldn’t hide it.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve been sorry since the second I walked away.”

You crossed your arms. “And now what? You think one apology’s gonna fix a broken friendship and the fact that you shattered something that might’ve been more?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to fix it,” he said.

You tilted your head. “You better, Rafe. Because this isn’t just about flirting anymore. You don’t just lose me as a maybe. You lose me as your person.”

He stood there, quiet.

And when you walked back through the gate — back to your girls, your peace, your new boundary — Rafe didn’t follow.

He finally understood this time, he’d have to earn you back.

Rafe didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after that.

And you? You didn’t chase. You said your piece. You had nothing to prove. Let him sit with the silence — with everything they almost were.

But on Friday night, something shifted.

You were heading home from Bri’s when her phone buzzed. A text.

“Come to the dock. Just you.”

No name. Didn’t need one.

You almost didn’t go.

But curiosity is a dangerous thing — especially when it’s tangled in history and heartbreak and a boy who once made you believe forever could exist between best friends.

The dock was quiet. Moonlit. The water still.

And there he was. Hoodie, hands in his pockets, heart practically written across his face.

You didn’t say anything as you stepped onto the wood.

He didn’t speak either — just gestured to the blanket he’d laid out. Two drinks. A box of your favorite cookies. And something else sitting next to it.

A photo. The one from that dumb Halloween party freshman year — you in fairy wings, Rafe in devil horns, both of you grinning like idiots.

“I found it in my drawer,” he said quietly. “Been sitting there for years. I look at it sometimes. Always thought we were just… messing around. Having fun.”

You folded your arms, guarded but listening.

“But looking at it now?” His voice cracked slightly. “I was gone for you. Even back then.”

You didn’t respond. You waited.

“I messed up, I know that,” he said. “But I didn’t come here to ask for things to go back to normal. Because they can’t. And I don’t want them to.”

You raised a brow. “What do you want, then?”

Rafe stepped forward.

“I want more. I want us. No more games. No more pulling away when it gets real. I want to be someone you trust again. Someone who shows up.”

He hesitated. “And I know I lost that right. But if there’s even a piece of you that still wants this... I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give. Just—don’t shut the door all the way. Please.”

Silence stretched.

The water lapped gently against the wood.

Then—softly, finally—you spoke.

“You don’t get to come back just because you finally figured out what you want.”

Rafe’s jaw tensed. “I know.”

You stepped closer. “But you came back anyway. That’s a start.”

For a long moment, you both just stood there.

And then, for the first time in what felt like forever—you let your guard down. Just a little.

Rafe looked at you. “So… we good?”

You smirked. “We’ll see.”

Then like always, he smiled back, cocky and warm and yours in all the ways he never admitted before.

Two weeks later

“You’re seriously wearing that?” You asked, brows arched behind your sunglasses as you stared Rafe down in the Target parking lot.

He looked down at his plain white T-shirt and black athletic shorts, then at you — black cropped tank top hugging your figure, light-washed denim shorts and gold hoops shining in the sun.  “What’s wrong with this?”

“You look like you jogged here and forgot it was a date.” You popped the trunk of his car. “Get the bags. We’re doing a picnic and you’re not embarrassing me in front of the ducks.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rafe muttered, grinning as he grabbed the cooler. He didn't argue. He never argued anymore. Not with you.

You laid out the blanket under a willow tree at the park, spread out the snacks like a curated charcuterie board, and even lit one of those tiny portable candles from your purse. Rafe just watched you, utterly gone, leaning back on his elbows while you cut strawberries like it was an artform.

“You’re smiling,” you said, glancing over.

“I like watching you boss me around,” he said, deadpan. “It’s hot.”

You snorted and tossed a grape at his face. “You’re such a simp now.”

“I was before. Now I’m just allowed to show it.”

Later, they lay side by side under the tree, your head resting on his chest, one leg thrown over his like you owned him — which, arguably, you did.

“You still scared?” you asked quietly, fingers tracing shapes on his bicep.

“Terrified,” Rafe replied, voice low. “But it’s worth it.”

You leaned up slightly, eyes searching his. “Why?”

“Because I’m not just your best friend anymore.” His hand found you waist. “I get to kiss you now.”

You grinned, lips brushing his jaw. “Damn right you do.”

So he did.

Slow, warm, nothing rushed — just mouths pressed together like they had all the time in the world. You tasted like lip balm and peach lemonade. He tasted like want and sunscreen.

“Still afraid?” you murmured when they broke apart.

“Of you? Always.”

“Good.” You kissed him again, rougher this time. “Keeps you humble.”

EXTRA:

Rafe Cameron was sitting on a pink blanket at a Sunday morning yoga in the park class, sweating through his overpriced tank top while an instructor told him to open his heart center and “embrace the divine feminine.”

You, completely serene beside him, reached out mid-pose to fix his form.

“You’re stiff,” you whispered.

“I’m dying,” he whispered back.

You grinned and kissed his cheek. “You love it.”

“I love you,” he muttered. “This is Stockholm Syndrome.”

“Mm. That’s not what you said last night when you made me breakfast at midnight.”

He just groaned and reached for his water bottle. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

You leaned in close, lips at his ear. “Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you’re whipped.”

He rolled his eyes but smiled like an idiot. “I’m whipped.”

“Good boy.”

[lolastrniolo]

NIGHT SWIM / C.S.

summary: you can’t sleep, so chris suggests to go for a swim.

contains: established relationship, smut, soft!dom!chris, oral (f!receiving), fingering, handjob, nail scratching, hair pulling, hickeys, p in v, unprotected sex, pool sex, no use of y/n

wc: 2.2k

a/n: my first language is not english

for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, you shifted again, trying to find a comfortable position. no matter how much you tossed and turned, your body and mind refused to fall asleep. your eyes scanned chris’ face as he laid across from you, his soft snores and the ac running the only sound in the room. your eyes then moved to the clock on the nightstand:

3:06 A.M.

way too late. with a quiet sigh, you decided it was pointless to keep trying. maybe waking chris was your only option. gently, you nudged his shoulder. “chris, wake up” you whispered. he groaned, furrowing his brows as his eyes fluttered open. “what’s up, baby?’ he mumbled, his voice raspy and hoarse, his hair an adorable mess. “sorry for waking you,” you said softly, tracing circles on his arm. “i just… i can’t sleep at all.”

“don’t apologize,” he murmured with a small smile. “what do you wanna do?” he asked. you groaned, throwing your head back in frustration. “i don’t know, i’ve just been laying here, nothing helps.”

propping himself up on an elbow, chris rubbed his face before suggesting. “how about we go for a swim? i’ve had enough sleep.” he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. the idea makes you smile, he knows you so well. when you and chris moved in together, you insisted on having an outdoor pool, and nights like this reminded you why. summer night swims were your favorite. “yeah, that actually sounds perfect.” you said.

the two of you climbed out of bed and changed into swimsuits. as you tried tying the strings of your bikini, you glanced over your shoulder. “chris, can you help me with this?” you asked. “of course,” he said, walking over. his fingers tied a neat bow before his arms slid around your waist. he buried his face in your neck, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. he stared at your reflection in the mirror, his eyes roaming your body. “you look so good in this,” he said, before planting a soft kiss on your neck. “hey,” you giggled, pulling away, “don’t get distracted. let’s grab something to drink first.”

a few minutes later, with two glasses and a bottle of champagne in hand, you made your way to the pool. the night was quiet and dark, the lights of the pool and the moonlight the only thing that lit up your surroundings. you stepped onto the first step, the warm water lapping at your feet. you set the champagne and glasses aside and then slowly moved your way down, letting the water rise up to your waist. when you reached the bottom step, you eased yourself fully in, the water surrounding you as you relaxed and let yourself float.

chris joined you in the pool, diving in with a small splash that made you laugh. he ran his hands through his wet hair, grinning at you as he did so. “what’s so funny? he teased, swimming closer. “you,” you replied, splashing a bit of water in his direction. “oh, it’s like that, huh?” he said with a playful smirk, before splashing you back with a bit more force.

you let out a squeal, laughing as you tried to dodge. the two of you started splashing each other back and forth, the quiet surroundings being filled with the sound of your laughter. then, he lunged toward you, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you under the water with him. when you came back up, both of you were laughing and trying to catch your breath. “you’re so annoying,” you said, shaking your head as you slicked back your wet hair with your hands and wiped the water from your face.

“you love it,” he replied, a soft tone to his voice as he gazed at you. his hands stayed on your waist, holding you close against him in the water. your smile dropped slightly, tension filling the space between you, your lips just inches apart. he leaned in slowly, softly pressing his lips to yours. the kiss was gentle at first, but it deepened when you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him even closer.

his hands slid down to your ass as the water surrounded you. he ran his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. when you parted your lips slightly, his tongue slid into your mouth, sending a wave of heat through your body. the kiss got more heated, soft sighs and moans leaving both your lips. he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, “you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands settling on your hips as he kissed you again, this time with more urgency.

soon enough, he picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. you threw your head back when he started leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. he sucked on the flesh, leaving behind a few dark purple marks. his hands gripped your ass as he pulled your hips closer into him, making his hard-on grind into your heat. he walked you both over to the deep end of the pool and sat you down on the edge, so his face was now right in between your thighs.

he planted some kisses and hickeys on your thighs while he made direct eye contact with you. you stared down at him with a desperate look on your face, brows furrowed and chest heaving. your hands were propped propped up behind you on the tiles surrounding the pool, holding you up. you grinded your hips into his face, desperate for some sort of relief. chris chuckled, “patience, baby,” he said. his fingers toyed with the strings of your bikini bottom before he finally pulled both straps, you helped him by lifting your hips slightly, letting the fabric slide off and into the water.

chris planted more and more kisses on your inner thighs, avoiding the place you needed him the most. “chris, please…” you whined, lacing your fingers through his hair and gently tugging on it. he finally complied, licking a long stripe up your wet slit, all the way from your leaking hole up to your clit. he settled there, sucking gently as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, digging his nails into your soft flesh.

you let out a load moan, tightening your grip of his wet hair. chris hummed against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through your entire body. “fuck… don’t stop.” you pleaded. chris hummed again and shook his head, confirming he wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. his gaze was fixed on your face, examining your expressions. he flicked his tongue over your clit again and again, as fast as he could.

your legs tried closing in around his head, but chris immediately pushed your knees apart, spreading you wide open for him. “chris- i can’t… oh f-fuck!” you whined, legs trembling. “yes, you can.” chris said, his voice stern. he brought two fingers up to your wet hole and slowly slid them in, curling them upwards to your g-spot, making you arch your back and tug on his hair again. “chris, chris, chris, chris…” you rambled, completely lost in essence as chris brought you closer and closer to your high.

chris smiled into your folds, pleased with the way he was making you whine and moan his name. he expertly pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy, his tongue flicking on your clit. your head was thrown back, eyes rolled into the back of your head as pleasure coursed through your body. “ah- ‘m so close… keep going,” you breathed out, your hips grinding into his face.

chris hummed onto your clit again, and that was enough to send you right over the edge. your legs shook and your toes curled, loud cries leaving your mouth as you orgasm hit you like a truck. chris coaxed you through your orgasm, fingers slowing inside you as he gently lapped at your swollen clit. he released his fingers from your hole and brought them up to his lips before sucking them clean, contently humming at the taste of your juices.

he wrapped his hands around your waist and effortlessly lifted you back into the pool as you caught your breath. you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled, “that was so hot” you giggled, before planting a soft peck onto his lips. he smiled back at you, “oh, we’re not done yet.” he said before lifting your legs up and wrapping them around his waist, making you squeal. he walked you both over to the shallow end of the pool before setting you back down on the edge, his hips aligned with yours.

he kissed you passionately, his hips desperately rutting into you as he dug his nails into your waist. his lips travelled down to your jaw and then your neck, settling on your sweet spot and sucking a purple mark onto your skin. “think you can take a little more, baby?” he asked in between kisses. “mhmm,” you nodded, tangling your fingers in his hair again.

“good,” he rasped, his hands snaking around your waist and undoing your bikini string in a second, letting your tits fall free. he discarded your top to the other end of the pool, letting it sink down to the bottom. his hands roamed your breasts, pinching your nipples in between his fingers. his lips trailed down to your right tit before connecting to you nipple, sucking gently.

you threw your head back as you grinded your heat onto his bulge, eliciting a soft moan from chris. you giggled at his reaction and let your hand travel down to his crotch, palming him through his swimming trunks. chris released your nipple from his lips and threw his head back with a groan. his hand wrapped around your wrist, encouraging you to keep doing what you’re doing.

you quickly got the hint and started pulling down his trunks, making his cock spring free and slap up against his pelvis. “fuck,” you said, you truly could never get enough of that sight. you wrapped your hand around his length and started pumping slowly, which caused a drop of pre-cum to drool from his tip. chris’ jaw hung slack as he watched your movements, paying attention to the way you expertly flicked your wrist, your thumb grazing his sensitive tip every time your hand pumped up.

chris gently grabbed your wrist and pulled it away, making you look up at him with furrowed brows, a confused look on your face. “don’t wanna cum yet, baby,” he whispered in your ear, before pressing a soft kiss on your temple. “wanna cum inside you, okay?”

you nodded excitedly with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, “yes please.” your hand snaked around chris back as you held yourself up with your other arm. chris wrapped his fingers around his cock and lined it up with your entrance, pumping it a few times before pushing his hips into yours. “oh my god, chris…” you moaned, your forehead resting against his as you both watched his length disappear in your hole.

groans and moans fell from both your lips as chris bottomed out, the feeling of him stretching you out indescribably good. chris shifted his hips back, pulling out almost all the way before lunging his hips forward again. your tits bounced up and down as chris fucked you, your nails digging into his back as you let out loud cries and moans.

“fuck, look at you…” chris was lost in translation, his mouth agape as he stared at the way your tits bounced up and down, and the way his rod disappeared in your tight pussy over and over again. you whined and moaned into his ear, panting heavily as chris’ tip repeatedly brushed against your cervix.

“chris, holy- mmm! don’t- don’t stop! don’t fucking stop…” you rambled as waves of pleasure shot through your body. chris left hand gripped your thigh as his right hand traveled in between your bodies, stopping at your swollen clit, drawing tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb. “oh fuck- ‘m so close…” you panted, your nails dragging down his back.

“good girl, shit… cum for me, yeah?” he grinned as he pressed his thumb down even harder on your clit. strands of wet hair stuck to his forehead as drops of water and sweat slid down his neck and onto his chest. you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter, before it finally snapped for the second time that night. your toes curled in the water as you arched your back into chris, who climaxed soon after. his hips stuttered as he painted your walls with cum, groaning as he did so.

his hands settled on the tiles on either side of your hips and his head fell forward on your shoulder as he laughed, catching his breath, “holy fuck, that was so good.” he panted, before planting a wet kiss onto your shoulder. you ran your hands through his hair as you nodded, your chest rising and falling with each breath, “yeah, it sure was,” you giggled, before planting a kiss on top of his head.

“you know, i’m kinda glad you couldn’t sleep.”

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[vampcubus]

Muzan + vibrator 🤨🤨

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!muzan, dom!reader, vibrator use (muzan receiving), overstimulaton, it's not mentioned but y'all do have a safeword, hence the ignored no's.

He scoffs at the contraption at first, raising a skeptical brow as you click it on and off to show him the settings beforehand. He’s never really considered using toys on himself so he's a bit in the dark, and that my friend is power.

You start out on the lowest setting, teasing it along his inner thigh first as to not startle him with the new sensation. But he jerks all the same when you press the vibrator to his cock, legs snapping shut around your hand, though that just traps the toy against him and he trembles more, “Fuck! wait that’s too much, I don’t think…” he pants, face contorted in pleasure as the relentless vibrations overwhelm him.

“That’s just the lowest setting, practically a tease for me. C’mon you can handle it.” That earns you a glare, though it’s half-hearted, broken when his eyes almost roll back. His hands feel around the sheets uselessly, his thighs shaking, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“Why does it feel so…”

“Good?” You grin.

“Strange.” he corrects, albeit breathlessly, saliva pooling in his mouth as the toy buzzes away at his cock. “Fffuck I think- haaaa, what’re you-?” he writhes as the vibrations intensify, and you swirl the toy around the sensitive head in focused circles. “Ngh! ah!”

“Oops, looks like i turned it up by accident,” you chuckled darkly, head cocked to one side as you watched him buck helplessly into your ministrations. He’s leaking pre all over his pale stomach and you only smear it over him, delighted by the way his dick twitches and throbs. “Don’t tell me you’re going to cum already? We’ve only just started. Tsk.”

“As— fuck! as if it’s my fault. You mmhmn please no, not higher I-I really can’t hold-!” his abdomen seizes over and over and his thighs tremble, squirming inward. A telltale sign he was nearing the point of no return, and like the cruel master you can be, you only grin and turn the vibrator up higher. He sobs, carmine eyes clenched shut as he tosses beneath you, a cold hand clamping around your wrist as he humps against the toy.

You stare with bated breath as he shakes, completely silent before cum starts squirting out of him in thick ropes. His lower half lurches upward with every pulse, white liquid painting his stomach and your hand. He groans loud and long, a hoarse sound that goes straight between your legs when it graces your ears. It pitches into a mewl near the end, his slitted eyes shooting back open with start when he realizes that you aren’t stopping.

“W-wait- AH! I’ve already-!” he grits his teeth, the slight burn of overstimulation setting in all too quickly as you slide the vibrator down to his balls instead, making him jerk violently. “Fuck!”

“Did you think I was done with you, my lord? No no no, I wanna see how many orgasms I can milk out of you with my favorite toy.”

[corroded-hellfire]

AYW req if you'd like: while Reader is pregnant with Eliza, she starts getting more prominent stretch marks on her stomach & boobs & stops letting Eddie see her naked. Eddie rectifies that situation hehehehe

This was honestly so fun to write! Love featuring the kiddos but these two also need some alone time hehe 💜 @munson-blurbs and I hope you like what we've come up with

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (she's already pregnant but you should still wrap it up), semi-public sex, pregnant!reader, oral, f!receiving, breeding kink, body image issues, older!eddie, dad!eddie

Words: 3.3k

[As You Wish masterlist]

The late June day is sweltering as you step out of the Harrington’s house and into their backyard. The placid blue water of the pool looks refreshing and calm—or it will, until the kids get in. Luke quickly jumps in alongside Theo and Danny, the three rowdy boys immediately splashing each other and then whining about being splashed. Ryan and Natalie are decidedly less hyperactive, taking care to watch baby Amelia where she kicks herself around in her purple mermaid floaties. 

Nancy makes herself comfortable on a lounge chair a few feet away from the one you’re making your way towards. Normally you can keep up with everyone else, still being in your second trimester, but this heat has you moving slower and feeling crankier than usual. 

You can’t help but notice the way Nancy looks in her bathing suit compared to how you feel in yours. Nancy’s had four children and looks stunning as always as she lays back in her black one piece. You feel shoved into your navy suit, like every little stretch mark that mars your skin is on full display for the world to see. 

Trying to shrug it off and enjoy the invitation from the Harrington’s to have a pool day, you make yourself comfortable on your lounge chair and adjust the pale pink coverup you have on. Eddie stands near the foot of your lounge chair, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looks out at the children in the water. Your eyes feel glued to his lithe frame as he strips his shirt off. The pale skin that’s left on display practically has your mouth watering. It doesn’t matter that you’ve seen him naked countless times, your eyes still roam over his torso and the beautiful works of art he has inked on his skin. 

As Eddie rids himself of the Black Sabbath shirt, he notices the way you’re gawking at him. A smirk quirks up his handsome features and he playfully tosses his shirt at your face. Your hormones this second trimester have been no joke. The moment Eddie walks through the door after work you’re jumping on him. Your husband swore you were going to wear him out before this baby was born. Not the last week or so though, now that Eddie thinks about it. Maybe those particular horny hormones have been fading to make room for whatever new batch comes in for the third trimester. 

The sound of little feet kicking too hard beneath the water of the pool approaches you and Eddie, and you look up to see Luke swimming over towards the edge. He grins up at the pair of you, shaking the water from his curls like a dog just out of the bath. Bright blue eyes land on you and they’re doing a pretty damn good impersonation of the puppy dog look that Eddie gives you when he wants something. You know what Luke is going to ask before he even opens his mouth. 

“Wanna plaaaay with us? Please?”

Giving him a frown as you squint beneath the blazing sunlight, you shake your head. “I’m super tired, bud. Growing a baby is hard work,” you tease. You’re not technically lying—when you’re not jumping Eddie’s bones or concocting weird new food combinations, you’re sleeping— but no one needs to know that’s not the reason you don’t want to get in the pool. 

“I can play with you,” Eddie offers his son. He takes a step towards the pool and is ready to dive in when Luke wrinkles his nose up in disgust.

“Nah, I’m good,” the little Munson boy says. 

As you bring your hands up to your mouth to cover up your laughter at your son’s remark, Steve claps a hand on Eddie’s bare back.

“Gonna need some ice for that burn?” Steve whoops. 

“Shut up, Harrington,” your husband grumbles in response. Eddie takes a seat near your legs at the edge of the lounge chair. His hand finds your leg and he rubs up and down your calf, always needing to be touching you in some way. Physical comfort is something you both love to give and receive from one another, which calls for a lot of soft rubbing or absent-mindedly drawing patterns on one another’s skin. Now, Eddie’s touch is having a calming effect on you, though he didn’t even realize there was something you’re uneasy about. Your body language must change as he relaxes you though, because he tilts his head to the side as he gazes at your face.

“You feeling alright, baby?” he asks.

“Yeah, just tired.” 

If Eddie had any follow up for that, he doesn’t get the chance because Amelia kicks her way over towards Luke in the pool and hangs onto his shoulder when she’s close enough. Her hand almost slips from his wet skin, but Luke manages to catch the little girl before she can float too far away. 

“Uncla’ Eddie!” Amelia calls once she’s clinging to Luke again. 

“What’s up, Little Red?” he asks his favorite ginger niece. 

“Come in, come in!” Amelia cheers. 

“At least somebody wants me in the water,” Eddie says with a pointed look at Luke. “Anything for you, my darling Mia.”

A few minutes after Eddie’s joined the kids in the pool—who also convince Steve to come in—Nancy comes over to you, noticing how everyone else is in just their bathing suits and you’re seemingly putting on more articles of clothing. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you answer too quickly, nervously tucking your lips into your mouth. 

“Bullshit,” she counters, crossing her arms over her chest. “I have four kids; I can smell a lie a mile away.”

“Seriously, Nance, I’m fine.” You muster up a small smile, but she sees right through it, and you know it. 

You have your nose buried in a book, unaware that Nancy is reaching over the side of the pool to give Eddie’s ear a tug. 

“Jesus H. Christ!” he yelps, rubbing the affected lobe. “What was that for?”

“Go talk to your wife,” Nancy says through gritted teeth, obviously irritated at having to spell it out for him. “Marco Polo can wait.”

As Eddie attempts to get out of the pool, Amelia grabs his leg and tugs. Your husband lets out a soft chuckle and picks the small girl up.

“I’ll be back, Mia.” He presses a few kisses to the top of her wet, red hair and sets her back in the water. 

Over the top of your book, you see Eddie sauntering towards you. You slip the book back into your bag and tug your cover up tighter across your body. 

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” he asks with a smirk. “Besides that bun in the oven.”

“Just relaxing,” you say. 

“If you’re just relaxing, why did Lady Harrington threaten my life to come over here? And why aren’t you in the pool?”

The only answer you have you don’t want to tell him. And you’re not going to make up some lie to get him off your back. Eddie deserves better than that and you would never treat him with anything less than the utmost respect. That doesn’t mean you want to tell him the truth, though. You swallow embarrassment as you mutter, “I gotta pee.”

Eddie doesn’t let you get far without him though, he’s hot on your tail as you walk through the back door into the house.

“Can you please tell me what the problem is so I can at least try to fix it?” he asks once the screen door is securely closed behind him.

Silence is his only reply as you walk up the stairs to the second floor. You’re obviously upset, and your husband can’t relax until he knows what’s bothering you.

“Sweetheart, what’s the problem?” he asks again.

You stop short and spin on your heel to face him. As Eddie tries to read your face, he’s not sure if there’s more sadness or anger there. Either way, he wants to make it go away. He’d do anything. 

“This is the problem!” you say, gesturing towards your boobs and stomach. 

Eddie looks at you for a moment, brain trying to comprehend whatever it is you’re talking about. He shakes his head and gives you his response. “If I keep looking at them, this is gonna be a problem, too.” He motions to his crotch.

“I’m serious!” you yell in frustration. 

“I am, too!” Eddie says, raising his eyebrows. “Don’t forget how I got you pregnant in the first place.”

“Oh, so I can blame you for this mess?”

Eddie wrinkles his brows. “What mess?” He knows you would never refer to your baby that way, so he’s even more confused as to what you could mean.

“The stretch marks, Eds!” you lament, throwing your arms up in exasperation. “They look like an angry toddler drew lines all over my body.”

Understanding clicks inside Eddie’s brain. Why you’re so covered up. Why you didn’t want to go into the pool. But how could you ever think anything about your body wasn’t absolutely beautiful to him?

“That’s why you haven’t been all over me the past few days,” Eddie says as the realization hits him. “I thought maybe it was those horny hormones, or whatever they’re called, fading. But you…you think there’s something wrong with having stretch marks? Baby, no. It’s just your body making more room for our little sweet pea to grow. They’re beautiful, sweetheart.”

Believing him is easier said than done. You want to believe him, but battling the insecurities in your head is not something you’ve conquered yet. Now you just stand there and fiddle with the hem of your coverup, not knowing what else to say or do.

Eddie sighs and gently takes your hand into his. 

“Come with me. I wanna show you something.” 

Eddie leads you into the upstairs bathroom and shuts the door. He positions you directly in front of the mirror above the sink and stands behind you. Slowly, he moves your cover up out of the way to reveal your growing bump, stretch marks dotting the sides. 

“How on earth could you think anything about this is a problem?” he asks, his hands barely grazing your skin as he admires your tummy. “Look at you. Gorgeous bump. Cute little stretch marks from where our baby is making herself comfortable inside of you. It’s incredible, princess. Your body is literally growing a person and you’re mad at it because there are a few lines appearing on your skin?” He gives an incredulous laugh as he turns you around to face him. “Jesus, I mean, see what just talking about it does to me.” One large hand dwarfs your smaller one to press your palm to the hardening bulge in his swim trunks. 

You roll your eyes. “Please. The wind blows the wrong way and you get a boner,” you rebut. 

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Eddie says with a small groan. “Don’t say blows when I’m hard like this.”

“Can you be serious for two seconds?” Your temper is already short from the heat and the pregnancy, and his blasé attitude only makes it worse. 

Eddie cradles your cheeks in his hands. “I love you. And I love your body. I loved it before you were pregnant, and I’ll love it after, but watching you carrying our baby…fuckin’ does it for me.” He bites his lower lip as he drinks in the sight of you. “Goddamn, you look fuckin’ gorgeous like this.”

You think back to when the two of you first got together, when he’d made what you’d assumed was an offhand remark about knocking you up. Maybe it wasn’t as out of left field as you’d thought. 

As if he can read your mind, Eddie’s lips press soft kisses down your neck as he murmurs, “always dreamed about getting you pregnant. Would’ve done it a lot sooner if I’d known you’d be this sexy.” He runs a finger along a stretch mark that curves down your stomach. 

“H-How much sooner?” Curiosity asks the question for you as your back arches slightly from his touch. 

“That night,” he confirms, knowing he doesn’t have to elaborate further on what night he means, “but your stupid birth control pills ruined all my fun,” he adds with a teasing smirk. 

“They were so stupid. Sh-Should’ve stopped taking them the second I saw you.” Your voice is still timid from the emotions coursing through you, but Eddie can tell you’re finally letting him in.

Eddie throws his head back. “Fuck, baby. You got me all worked up.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” you tease, hands sliding up his wet chest and over the sparse hair. “What should we do about that?”

Eddie whines and leans in, nipping at your neck. 

“You know, I wasn’t a big fan of this bathing suit anyway,” you tell him. “The faster you get it on the floor, the faster you can be inside of me.”

Eddie gets your coverup and bathing suit off in record time. It would’ve made you laugh if you weren’t so turned on. His swim trunks go next and then Eddie is lifting you up onto the bathroom counter. There’s not much time to admire his fully naked body before he gets down on his knees in front of you. You wind your fingers through the hair on the top of his head and he looks up at you with wide, hungry eyes. That look alone has you practically dripping for him. 

Eddie keeps that eye contact with you as his hands force your legs further apart and he licks a broad stripe up your folds. You’re the one to end the staring contest when the pleasure overwhelms you and your eyes flutter closed, throwing your head back. It knocks against the mirror, but you’re too caught up to notice if it hurt or not. 

On the next swipe of Eddie’s tongue, he keeps going up so his tongue is trailing the swell of your belly as well. He presses hot kisses against your bump as he works his way back down again. He repeats the motion, next time taking time to either kiss or run his tongue along the stretch marks. The physical sensation feels amazing, but paired with the way Eddie is making you feel emotionally with his tender touch is making your heart thump even faster. 

Every little movement of his makes you feel more cared for, more cherished, and sexy. He’s built you up so high that you have to give a little tug on his curls so he pulls his mouth away from your pussy.

“Need you inside. Now.”

“Anything for the woman carrying my baby.”

You pull his mouth to yours and moan against his tongue as you feel his hands roam your body. His touch soothes over the areas of your breasts where you’ve memorized the stretch marks before moving down and caressing the ones on your stomach again. 

Eddie’s hands slide up to your hips and give a quick squeeze. He gently lifts you down from the counter and spins you around to face the mirror. You brace your hands on the counter as Eddie trails soft kisses up the side of your neck.

“Want you to see how fucking hot is when I fuck you like this,” he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver throughout your body. 

You spread your legs, but Eddie wants them farther apart. He nudges them with his knee while he rubs a hand up and down your spine. He fists his cock a few times, making eye contact with you in the mirror as he does so. The way he’s looking at you has you whimpering and whining in anticipation.

Your noises make Eddie smirk, and he lines himself up with your entrance. As he pushes in, one hand snakes around your body and rests firmly on your baby bump. 

“Fuck,” Eddie groans. “I’ll never get over how fucking perfectly we fit together.” He punctuates his statement by tilting your chin slightly upwards so you have no choice but to see yourself in the mirror. You watch as he disappears inside you, your body obeying his every command. 

When you rock your hips back against his, Eddie slips his other hand around you to rub circles on your clit. His middle finger finds it easily, slipping through your soaked folds and pressing against the sensitive bud. The feeling is too much; you have to bite your lip to keep from screaming out—the last thing you need is the Harringtons hearing your pathetic whines. 

“God, I wanna fill you up so bad, baby,” Eddie hisses, snapping into you furiously as he takes in the view of your body; the view of you watching your body. “Shit, I’d make you pregnant twice over right now if I could.” 

“W-Would you always keep me pregnant if you could?” you manage to ask between gasps and whimpers—both yours and Eddie’s. 

“Fuck,” Eddie growls. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. “I’ll go buy a damn farm right now to raise all the babies I want to put in you.”

His words make you laugh, which has you squeezing around Eddie’s cock. He moans, drawing you impossibly close against his bare chest. 

“They’re babies, not sheep, Eddie.”

“Still need the space to run around,” he muses, making you laugh again.

“I love you so—-oh! So, so much, Eddie.”

 He’s ridiculously hard inside of you, fucking into you like his life depends on it. “Shit, I love you too, princess.” His middle finger makes more frantic circles around your clit, throwing you over the edge. “You’ve got a fuckin’ vice grip today, holy shit,” he breathes, willing himself not to finish too early while still being acutely aware of his surroundings. 

Your fingers dig into the countertop as each thrust brings you closer to your orgasm. “Right—right there,” you pant, fighting back a moan. “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop.” You come, aided by his magic fingers and your raging hormones, with a soft whine of his name. 

“‘M right there, shit, you’re the best little fucktoy,” he grunts. The hint of degradation has you clenching around him again; of course, he immediately takes notice of it. “Y’like that? Y’like being my pregnant little fucktoy? Knocked up with my baby and still beggin’ for more?”

“Y-Yes, sir,” you stutter, smiling at the reaction your response brings. 

Eddie’s pistoning his hips into you, whispering directly in your ear, “So good, so fucking good f’me. Gonna come so deep in this little pussy, mkay? Gonna keep you pregnant, just like you want.” 

With a guttural groan, he spills into you. His breath is hot on your shoulder blade as he stays inside, not wanting to withdraw right away. You’re not complaining either, until—

“Are you two finished in there?” Steve’s irritated voice beckons from the other side of the door. Your already sweaty body heats up even more, realizing you’ve been found out. Something about it is also oddly hot, but it’s not the best time to think about that with Eddie still inside of you and Steve on the other side of the door. 

“Just a sec!” Eddie calls back, giving your earlobe a gentle nibble as he pulls out, scooping up the cum that’s dripping down your bare leg and stuffing it back into your pussy. “Had to clean you up,” he murmurs with a salacious grin. 

The two of you put your swimsuits back on and fix yourselves as best as you can before Eddie opens up the bathroom door. 

Steve just rolls his eyes, barreling past you as he mutters, “Dammit Munson; you already got her pregnant. Relax.”

[fxrmuladaydreams]

the sensible decision (sv5) (dr3)

pornstar!seb x camgirl/pornstar!reader , pornstar!daniel x camgirl/pornstar!reader

summary: although your heart is split between decisions, your mind finds the sensible one easily

notes: i promised you guys seb was going to have to grovel and grovel he will

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You don’t know why you expected to wake up with a clear answer, with an obvious sign that told you who you should choose. You don’t want to look at your phone, afraid of a text from either of them asking about the other.

You do manage to avoid your phone for the most part of the morning. You make your breakfast, shower, get ready for the day, but the nagging in the back of your head is incessant. You groan when you finally do grab your phone and look at your messages.

From Seb

Last night was fun schatz. If you still want to do a livestream together I’d like that

You sigh and text him back.

To Seb

I don’t know if I’ll have the time, I’ve been spending so much time with Daniel lately

Yes, it’s a low blow, but you know it’s what he deserves. You leave your chat with Sebastian and open your chat with Daniel.

From Daniel

How is it possible that you made me miss you after only being gone for a few hours? And that livestream was pure torture sweetheart

You smile at his message, practically giggling.

To Daniel

Well I think the torture is just what you needed after what you did to me in our video

You see him typing, then his message pops up.

From Daniel

I’m pretty sure you asked for it sweetheart

You can practically hear his voice. His Australian accent with a teasing tone, it sends a thrill through you.

To Daniel

Wanna hang out today? I don’t have any plans, and if it’ll make you less lonely I’m willing to sacrifice my time for you 😉

His response is almost immediate.

From Daniel

Sure sweetheart. Come over to mine whenever. And bring a swimsuit

You find a cute bikini that you think Daniel will like and pack a bag for your day. You pack basic pool items, sunscreen, a book, a towel.

You drive over to Daniel’s house once you’re finished getting ready. He greets you at the door in a dark blue sweatshirt and green swim trunks. He gives you a toothy grin as he pulls you inside.

“Hungry?” He asks.

“No, I’m alright, thank you though.” You tell him, but your stomach grumbles in protest.

“I’ll make us some lunch.” He says.

You follow him to his kitchen and take a seat on a stool he’s got at his bar top. You watch as he gathers a few things, from his cupboards and fridge. He asks what kind of sandwich you’d like then gets to work putting it together for you. He passes you a glass of water with your food once he’s finished.

He slides onto the stool next to yours with a sandwich of his own.

You glance around his kitchen. It’s a good size, the bar top you’re sitting at is fairly large with a few seats down to the end. You know his living room is quite big as well.

“So what do you do with all this space? What do I have to do to get on the guest list for all the ragers I’m sure you throw here?” You nudge him with your elbow.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Trust me, there are no ragers.” He takes a sip from his glass. “I want to be able to have people over. I like the idea of being able to hang out, spend time with the people I care about.”

“That’s really nice. I’m sure they appreciate it.” You smile and nod.

He looks down at his lap as if he’s hiding from you. “Well I haven’t really found them yet, so…”

“What do you mean?”

“With our line of work it’s hard to figure out who actually cares about you, and who just wants something from you, you know?” He looks over at you.

You know that feeling all too well. “I do.”

He hums and takes a bite of his sandwich.

You lean closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder. “Well, then I’m happy to be the first one here.”

He smiles softly as his cheeks flush a soft pink.

Once you finish your lunch, Daniel guides you outside to his pool deck. You toss your bag on one of the lounge chairs and pull the dress you’re wearing over your head to reveal your swimsuit.

Daniel can’t take his eyes off of you. Sure he’d seen you in much more compromising positions, but this, with the lack of a camera, felt intimate.

“See something you like Ricciardo?” You ask him, winking.

Oh, two can play at that game. He thinks as he tugs his sweatshirt off, tossing it onto another lounge chair.

You can’t help but stare at his bare torso. The tanned skin becomes taut when he stretches his arms. His swim trunks riding up to reveal a gorgeous tattoo that had been peeking out on his thigh. You notice he’s got tattoos scattered everywhere. Some on his arms, his legs, even his hands.

You have to hold yourself back from stepping forward to run your fingers along the designs.

“See something you like sweetheart?” He smirks.

You scoff and dig around in your bag for your sunscreen. Pulling it out you turn back to Daniel. “Help me put this on?”

He takes the bottle from you and empties pours some into his hand. He massages it into the skin on your back and shoulders. You can feel just how big Daniel is as he stands behind you, practically looming over you. His hands cover a good portion of your back, and his thick fingers fiddle with the flimsy strings holding your bikini together. You remember just what those fingers can do as you let your eyes flutter shut.

He steps away from you once he’s finished, taking his warmth with him.

You finish applying the sunscreen on yourself and lay out on your lounge chair. You pull your book out of your bag and open it with the full intent to read, but you can’t stop yourself from watching Daniel in the pool.

The muscles in his back flex as he does laps around the pool, his arms look deliciously strong. He keeps swimming around and around for a while, before he groans and swims over to the edge of the pool.

“You know, I thought you’d actually end up in the pool with me.” He says.

You sigh. “I’ll sit on the edge, is that enough for you?” You ask giving him a teasing smile.

He lets you get comfortable on the lip of the pool as he stands next to you, looking up at you. The sun sits perfectly behind you, creating a glowing effect, giving you a halo.

“Happy now?” You ask.

He grins as he wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you down into the water. You both end up submerged, you cling to him as you struggle to regain your sense of balance. You gasp when you come up from the water, giving him a smack on the chest.

“What the hell Daniel?” You shout.

He’s laughing too hard to give you an actual response. You can’t tell if he’s got tears running down his face or if it’s just the water dripping from his hair.

“You should’ve seen the look on your face!” He manages to get out in between laughs.

“It’s not funny! I could’ve drowned and died!” You try to pull away from him, crossing your arms over your chest.

He quickly reaches out for you and grabs onto your thighs, easily pulling you up and wrapping them around his waist. Your arms wrap around his neck so you don’t fall backwards.

He bats his eyelashes at you and softly says “I promise I won’t let you drown and die sweetheart.”

You huff and roll your eyes. “Fine, you’re forgiven.”

When your eyes meet his you realize just how close you are. You can see all the little details of his face. The slight bump of his nose, the freckles that decorate his cheeks, the specs of gold in his eyes.

He seems to be doing the same to you, trying to commit your features to memory, then his eyes stop at your lips. He looks like he’s having an internal debate with himself.

“Can I- can I kiss you?” He asks, his eyes trailing back up your face to your eyes.

You don’t answer him, instead you lift a hand to the back of his head and press your lips against his.

[niki-phoria]

hi i just finished reading 隨心所欲 take me to the heaven i love it so much omg im blushinggg part 2 please :3 thank you!!!!

戍守你的梦不倾塌 / touch me, tease me, feel me up

(male reader / smut / 1.2k words) baku gets his reward

part one | warnings: amab!reader, frotting, 1k words of smut and some fluff at the end

PARK HUMIN feels like he’s on fire. his skin is flushed, a soft shade of red spreading across his cheeks and tinting the tips of his ears. the world around him seems to fade away. for now, all that exists is you and him, forever trapped in this moment. he can feel the warmth of your hands against his waist. your hands trail beneath his t-shirt, holding him steady in your lap. he can hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest. 

baku’s breathing is heavy, escaping his parted lips in little more than short gasps. “y/n,” he whispers. your name leaves his lips like a mantra - like a prayer. baku’s eyes flutter shut as he tilts his head to the side, allowing you to continue peppering feathers against the column of his neck. “please.” 

you chuckle softly when you pull away. splotches of red bloom across baku’s neck, his skin covered in fresh marks. your fingertips dance along his waist. goosebumps arise in their wake. “please what?” 

baku falters. his shoulders slump as he pouts: big and dramatic and endearing in a way only he can make you feel. “you know what,” he says. his arms wrap around your shoulders, hands interlinking behind your neck. 

then, in one slow, smooth movement, baku rolls his hips forwards. your breath hitches at the unexpected feeling. arousal pools into your stomach. your previously relaxed hands tighten around his hips in a poor attempt to ground yourself back to earth. a deep groan escapes you, only increasing baku’s confidence. he’s closer now, settling onto your lap so close that you can feel him. “touch me.” 

“so needy.” you reach up before baku can whine, grabbing onto the fabric on the inside of his t-shirt. he takes the hint immediately, raising his arms and allowing you to tug the shirt off entirely. 

baku fumbles. his own shaky hands tremble as he pulls your own shirt off before tossing it into the corner of the room. he moves quickly - as if he can’t get enough. he leans in, pulling you into yet another heated kiss. your lips meet and part in a steady rhythm. it’s a mess of teeth and lips and moans, always desperate for more. 

“baku,” your voice shakes slightly when you pull away. baku’s lips are plump and just barely parted. his breathing is unsteady, hair disheveled and eyes wide as he stares at you. his breath hitches when your hand ghosts against his still-clothed cock. “can i?”

baku moans. the sound is as loud as it is lewd. you whisper a curse beneath your breath when your own body reacts to it. “yes,” he pants out. “please, yes.” 

you move almost immediately, palming your hand against him. baku whines. you shift slightly, just enough to slip your hand beneath the band of his basketball shorts and boxers before wrapping around the base of baku’s cock. 

his reaction is immediate. a low, guttural groan escapes him, filling the quiet shed. his eyes are shut, lips parted and head thrown back as he moans. his chest rises and falls in a series of unsteady gasps as if it’s difficult to breathe. you tighten your grip just enough for baku to feel it, slowly dragging your hand against his shaft. 

“shit,” he mumbles. baku’s hands tremble when he moves, fingertips gently tugging at the waistband of your own sweatpants. “wanna feel you too.” 

“yeah,” you breathe. “yeah, okay.” the movement is clumsy. baku leans his weight against the couch. you raise your hips just enough to pull at the loose fabric of your pants, tugging them down just enough to expose your own boxers. 

baku shifts, pulling your boxers down to expose your own cock. you take a shaky breath at the feeling of cool air against your sensitive skin. he gently wraps his hand around you, swiping his thumb against the tip. pleasure shoots through you almost immediately. it pools in your stomach in that all too familiar way - all consuming if you let it. 

you swallow, using your free hand to rest against baku’s hip. you gently tug him closer, urging him to return to his original position in your lap. “come here.”

baku moans at the first feeling of your cock brushing against his own. you open your hand, wrapping around both of your bodies so you’re pressed against each other. the feeling is electric. shivers race down your spine in the best way. baku’s hand moves back to your shoulder, digging his nails into your shoulder. you hiss but don’t pull away, instead focusing on the sight before you. 

baku’s eyes flutter shut. he leans in, resting his head into the crook of your neck. his lips pepper little kisses against your bare skin. you smile, allowing him to lean in until his chest is pressed against your own. 

experimentally, you roll your hips upwards, earning a choked moan from baku in response. your grip around your cocks tightens, ensuring you’re pressed together as you repeat the action with fervor. 

your movements are messy and dirty. your own breathy groans mix with baku’s moans, only spurring you on further. his nails dig into your skin, leaving scratches in their wake. you pump your hand faster in response, watching as he falls apart before you. 

baku gasps when his cock twitches. he rolls his hips into your hand, chasing after the pleasure that’s so close yet so far away. his cock throbs in your hand, forcing a quiet moan from your lips. “y/n,” he whispers. “‘m close.” 

your chest heaves as you pant, chasing your high together. the feeling is electric. pleasure courses through you unmistakably. your voice is shaky and unstable despite your best efforts. “me too.” 

after a few more seconds, baku breaks. he moans loudly, throwing his head back as his eyes flutter shut. his cum coats your hand and your cock and your stomach. you don’t stop, maintaining a steady rhythm as you chase after your own high. his hands tremble and his thighs shake, overwhelmed by the continued stimulation but still wanting more. 

“fuck,” you whisper. with one sharp pump, the knot in your stomach finally snaps. pleasure crashes over you in waves. you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling for a few seconds. your heart beats rapidly in your chest, still coming down from your high. 

spent, baku all but collapses against your chest. you wrap your arms around his waist. he nuzzles himself against you, nosing against your collarbone and closing his eyes. stray strands of his hair tickle against your bare skin. “wow,” baku whispers. 

you chuckle softly. he sighs contently when you rub your hand against his back. a thin layer of sweat has collected against his skin. “you did well, baku,” you murmur. you lean down just enough to press a chaste kiss against the crown of his head. “so good for me.” 

baku smiles. he leans just enough to press a chaste kiss against your chest, uncaring of the mess you still need to clean. instead, he curls further into your touch. “love you,” he mumbles. 

this time, you press a kiss to his temple, hoping it encapsulates all the affection you hold for him. “i love you, too.” 

notes: by popular demand, i present part two of my baku fic and my first ever attempt at writing smut!! thank you all for the support on part one it means so much to me :)) not proofread!! forgive any mistakes, title from wayv - love talk i had to do it the opportunity was too good

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[nizhspo]

saltwater secrets

chapter seventeen: coastal confessions

genre: haikyuu fic, slow burn

pairing: tooru oikawa x reader

links: m.list, next

you hit the water hard.

not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that it shocks something in you. steals your breath, yanks your limbs apart, drags you straight into the cold.

and then, the ache.

the spark of heat against your spine. the rush through your fingertips. the shift.

you resurface too fast. you gasp, hair in your eyes, blinking through the sting of chlorine and adrenaline and panic.

because you can feel it already.

the tail. the weight of it. the shimmer clinging to your skin. the glow. you shove your hair back. wipe your face. the night air bites at your shoulders.

and oikawa’s just standing there.

on the pool deck. not laughing. not moving. just staring.

you don’t even try to hide it, it’s too late for that. the water sloshes around you, slow and sharp and too loud in the silence.

he blinks.

once.

twice.

then takes a half-step forward. “what—” his voice cracks. he clears his throat. “what is that?”

your heart slams against your ribs. your fingers clutch the edge of the pool like it might ground you. like any of this can be normal. you don’t say anything, because you don’t know what to say.

you’re chest-deep in the water, but your tail’s visible under the surface, orange, glowing faintly in the low light, catching against the ripples like molten fire.

his eyes are still on you, still locked in place, like if he looks away, you might disappear.

“are you—” he starts, then stops. his jaw clenches. “what is this?”

your voice finally comes, raw and small. “can you not, can you just not freak out?”

he stares. you catch the way his throat moves when he swallows. “i’m not—i’m not freaking out,” he says, even though his voice is shaky. “i’m just—” he breaks off, waving a hand helplessly toward the tail, like the sight of it explains everything he can’t say.

you exhale. drop your forehead to the edge of the pool.

“i didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”

“like what?” his voice goes up again. he gestures, wide and unsure. “you—you have a tail.”

you lift your head, slowly. “yeah. i do.”

“like.. a mermaid tail?”

you blink at him, deadpan. “no, tooru. i’m an eel.”

he snorts. too shocked to hold it in. then immediately covers his mouth like laughing is the wrong response.

you almost smile.

almost.

but the moment doesn’t soften.

he drops into a crouch beside the pool, arms on his knees, and his expression changes again: less disbelief. more curiosity.

“is this—like—always?”

you shake your head. “only when i get wet.”

his eyes flick to the pool. “so this is why you wouldn’t swim.”

you nod.

“and why you bolted that day with the water spill.”

another nod.

he exhales through his nose, sits there in silence. processing.

you wait.

the water starts to feel cold again. your fingers are wrinkled. your heart’s still doing too much.

and then he says your name: quiet, careful.

you look up.

“how long?”

“since winter break.”

he whistles low. “…damn.”

you watch him. watch the way his shoulders are still tense. but his voice is even now. his eyes are focused.

you ask, barely a whisper, “do you think i’m crazy?”

he shakes his head immediately. “no, no. i just think—” he pauses. “—i think i wanna know everything.”

your throat goes tight. “you do?”

he nods.

“not right now,” he adds. “you’re probably freezing.”

you nod.

“but.. soon. yeah. i want to know.”

the pool water shifts. the lights above flicker against the ripples. you wipe your face again, take a breath. pull yourself slowly toward the stairs.

he watches the whole time. quiet. respectful. not turning away, but not leering either.

you get out, towel instantly wrapped around your waist. your legs haven’t shifted back yet. but you sit beside him anyway. both of you barefoot, both of you quiet.

oikawa tosses another log onto the fire. it pops. flares bright.

then he sits back down beside you, not too close, but not far either. just enough.

“so…” he starts gently. “winter break.”

you nod. quiet. “yeah.”

he leans back a little, tilts his head, watching the fire dance. “was it an accident?”

“mmhm,” you hum. “me and yachi were hiking. fell into a tide pool. moon was full. ocean did its thing.”

he blinks. “yachi?”

you nod. “she’s one too.”

“that’s… insane.” he laughs softly. “like. fully insane.”

you smile at the flames. “yeah. welcome to my life.”

he’s silent for a beat, then, “and your tail.. it’s not permanent?”

“only when i get wet,” you say. “so no rain, no showers. can’t cry too hard either, apparently.”

he raises a brow.

you shrug, sheepish. “don’t ask.”

he lets out a slow breath and the fire crackles again. you can feel the heat on your cheeks now. the tension in your shoulders starts to melt.

“and the powers?” he asks, softer. “do you have any?”

you nod once. “i can heat water. make it boil. yachi can manipulate it. like… move it around.”

he whistles low. “damn.”

you turn toward him a little, voice just barely above a whisper. “you’re not scared?”

he turns too. meets your eyes. “no.”

you blink.

he shrugs, mouth twitching. “i mean, i’m not thrilled you’ve been lowkey avoiding me for, like, weeks—”

“i had my reasons.”

“mm. was one of them ‘keeping an oceanic transformation a secret?’”

“…maybe.”

“fair.”

you both smile. the fire keeps crackling and his gaze drops for a second, lashes low. he says, quieter this time, “i really didn’t know you left that night. when i woke up, you were just… gone.”

your heart flinches. just a little. “i know.”

“i thought something happened to you.”

“bokuto told me you asked about me.”

“yeah. kind of freaked out.”

you look down at your hands, fingers curling into the edge of the towel. “i heard what your sister said,” you admit, voice nearly a whisper.

his expression changes: eyes sharp, mouth parting like he wants to speak, to defend, to undo it.

but you cut in, fast.

“look, i’m not asking you to explain anything, okay? i know you don’t owe me that. i know there’s not… anything going on.” your voice catches, barely. “but i think—i think i’m starting to like you.”

you pause, swallow, “and i don’t really know what to do with that.”

he’s quiet for a second. doesn’t deny it. doesn’t pretend he didn’t hear you. then he sighs, eyes dropping to the ground.

“yeah,” he says. “she wasn’t wrong.”

you stay quiet. he keeps going.

“it’s not a secret. i’ve.. i mean, yeah. i’ve had people over. girls. hookups. whatever.” he winces. not from shame exactly—more like he hates saying it to you. “it wasn’t about anything. it never is. it’s just… easy. i guess that sounds shitty, but it’s the truth.”

he runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “i’m not proud of it. i just—it was never supposed to matter.” his eyes finally meet yours again. they don’t flinch.

“but then you showed up,” he says, voice a little softer, “and you weren’t trying to impress anyone. not me, not anyone. you just… existed. completely unbothered. like the whole world could spin without you chasing it.”

he lets out a short, almost embarrassed laugh.

“and i don’t know why that hit me the way it did, but it did. you felt like quiet in the middle of all the noise i’m used to.”

he laughs again, dry. “and now here i am, trying to explain my body count to a mermaid in my backyard.”

you snort, but don’t look away.

“i haven’t touched anyone since i met you,” he says quietly. “haven’t even thought about it.” he shrugs. like it’s not a big deal. like it’s everything. “and i don’t know what this is. but if it’s something, i don’t wanna fuck it up.”

you stare at him— for a long time. then you sigh. not angry. not sad. just tired, maybe.

“you’re good with words,” you say quietly.

he blinks.

“i mean that,” you add, curling the towel tighter around you. “you could probably make anything sound like a promise.”

he opens his mouth, but you lift a hand.

“and i’m not saying i don’t believe you. i’m just saying…” you pause. “i’ve never been someone a guy like you slows down for.”

it’s not bitter, not really. just honest in the way things said late at night always are. you glance back at the fire, voice barely above a whisper. “so if you are… i don’t want to blink and miss it.”

he doesn’t speak at first. just looks at you. really looks at you. like he’s memorizing the way your words sit in the air. then, soft: “you won’t.”

he nudges his knee against yours, a small brush. then lets it stay there.

“i’m sorry though,” he adds. “for that. and for how it probably made you feel.”

you nod once, and he nods too. like he knows not to push it.

you sit like that for a while. two kids in the glow of a fireplace, with too many secrets and not enough ways to explain them.

[lilhughesy]

the after party is better than the party | j.fisher x reader

request: hi im new here and do you any imagine requests at this moment? and if you do can i request an jeremiah smut if you are okay with it btw i love your blog page and your writting thanks girl🥰🫶🏻

a/n: hi babe:) i was so excited to write this one, so thank you for the request! lots of love xx

warnings: smut (MINORS DNI!), oral (fem! receiving), mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing.

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the loud music and the colourful led lights around the house with the red solo cup in my hands all were factors to the buzz that i was feeling. i giggled as i danced with a few girls that i just met.

my eyes travelled across the room to the wall where my golden retriever boyfriend stood with steven. steven was clearly drunk which was making jeremiah, who was the dd, laugh. our eyes connect and he offers his iconic sweet smile, he lifts the cup of water in his hand towards me as a cheers with a wink.

even though we’ve been dating for over a year, jeremiah fisher still makes my heart race and my cheeks flush with his pretty smile. i pull away from the dance floor and walk towards jeremiah and steven, stumbling slightly over my feet.

“what are you two doing?” i giggle as i approach them, jeremiah’s empty hand pulls me by my waist and holds me close to him, “hey gorgeous, we’re just chatting”

“it’s a party! you guys should be dancing with me.” i exclaim, before bringing my drink to my lips to take another sip.

the two laugh at my comment before jeremiah leans down to plant a soft kiss on my forehead, “what are you drinking?”

“probably something girly like a white claw” steven snickers while crushing his empty can and tossing into the nearby trash can. his eyes land on shayla before quickly excusing himself to go see her.

“it’s just some vodka cranberry” i answer before resting my chin on his shoulder, “you’re like really pretty.”

he smiles at me, “that’s all you, lover”

i shake my head at him before finishing my drink and throwing it out, “no, like you’re model level pretty. you know, i am so lucky to have you as my boyfriend!”

jeremiah places his hands on my hips and connects our lips. my arms subconsciously wrap around his neck and my fingers gently playing with his curly locks. his lips slowly start to travel towards my flushed cheek, then to my ear and then down to my jawline. i sigh happily, relaxing into his touch,

“do you wanna get out of here?” his whispers into my ear, “i promise the after party is better than the party”

i look up into his blue orbs, there’s a slight glimmer of lust in them and i nod, “yeah”

he grabs my hand and we walk away from the crowd of drunk teenagers. jeremiah squeezes my hand as we walk towards his red jeep wrangler. he opens the passenger door for me,

“alright, get in, my sweet girl” he tells me as i carefully climb into the seat. he pulls the seatbelt and leans over my lap to lock it in. as jeremiah straightens up, his thumb caress my cheek before pulling me into a kiss.

his soft lips make the butterflies in my stomach go into a frenzy and the slight pool in thong makes sitting uncomfortable. i shift in my seat and he notices before chuckling,

“soon baby” he promises before getting into the drivers seat.

the car ride feels like a life time as he drives us to my house, which was coincidentally across from his. his hand never left my upper thigh, his fingers drumming slightly to the music playing off the stereo,

“seems like you were having fun tonight,” jeremiah grins, “saw you dancing it up on the floor”

i laugh, “music is made for dancing, babe.”

“we also have that vodka cran to thank.” he mentions as he pulls up on my driveway.

the two of us walk into my house through the front door and head towards my bedroom on the second floor. luckily, both of my parents were away for the weekend due to needing to head back home briefly for a business meeting.

“are your parents home?”

i giggle, “no, they’re away for the weekend. so we can be as loud as we want.”

he smirks at me, “good.”

jeremiah opens my door and motions for me, i smile at him

“always a gentleman,” i say to him as he closes the door behind himself,

“anything for my girl.”

i sit on my bed and pull his wrist to sit next to me. i pull him into a kiss which quickly turns into a heated make out session. he carefully lays me down and situates himself to hover over me. our lips never disconnecting in the process.

my hands travelling from his large biceps and shoulders to his hair which i tug at, causing jeremiah to release a low moan,

“fuck that’s so hot.” i mumbled against his lips, he pulls away to remove his shirt and i quickly do the same. his eyes following my every move,

“fuck you’re so hot” he says back to me, reciting what i had just said moments ago before leaning down to kiss my neck and throat area. my hands stay busy in his locks as he sucks on a sensitive part, making me moan and buck my hips.

he licks the spot that he proudly marked me as his, “now everyone will know that you are mine.” he breathes out before continuing to kiss me down to my chest. jeremiah has one forearm supporting his weight above me, while the free hand effortlessly unclasps my yellow laced bra.

“is this okay?” he asks sweetly

no matter how many times we’ve had sex, he always makes sure that i’m okay. i nod quickly, his lips litter kisses across my chest and kisses my nipples, making me shudder from the pleasure. he eventually makes it to the waistband of my shorts, i lift my hips up so it’s easier for him to pull them down.

jeremiah plays with the edge of my matching yellow thong as me kisses my inner thigh, “fuck, baby, you’re so wet. is this all for me?”

i nod at him, pulling at his curls, “it’s all for you, jeremiah. please stop teasing.”

he chuckles, “always so needy for me.”

with that, he pulls down my thong and places a single kiss on the bundle of nerves making me moan loudly in response. i can feel his smile against my skin before he licks a long stride up my centre,

“you always taste so good,” he moans as he continues to eat me out. his tongue works his magic, sending my body into a bliss as he traces figure eights and sucks on my clit.

“jeremiah,” i cry out, tugging harder at his hair, “fuck, i’m close”

the knot in my stomach tightening as he moves faster to help me reach my orgasm, i let out a pornographic moan as he inserts two of his fingers into me. his fingers thrust quickly and harder into me making me pant.

“come on my tongue, baby.” was all that was needed before my legs started to shake and the knot inside releasing the waves of constant pleasure.

jeremiah continues to finger me through my orgasm as i slowly come down from the high. i breath heavily and brush my fingers through my hair, he smiles at me with evidence of my orgasm glistening on his lips.

he fiddled with his shorts before pulling them down with his boxers. his erection slapping his six pack, he sighs from the relief of his tight boxers. he grabs a condom from my nightstand drawer before carefully rolling it onto his length.

my heart rate and breathing patterns regulate by the time he returns back to me. he hovers over me with support from his hands that are next to my head, “ready, baby?”

“fuck yeah,” i breath out, he kisses me quickly before lining himself up. i open my legs wider for him to give better access, jeremiah lets out a low groan as he enters into me,

“holy shit, y/n, you feel so good.”

my back curves upwards in reaction to his thick cock stretching my inner walls out, “fuck, jeremiah!”

he slowly starts to thrust into me, the two of us in a panting and moaning mess. jeremiah lowers himself to get more contact with my body, our sweaty chests touching each other. he connects our lips before quickening the pace of his thrusts.

i grab onto his shoulders before slowly clawing his back, making him throw his head back in pleasure. his necklace dangles over me, this moment needed to be engraved in my memory forever.

jeremiah fisher, his built body with defined shoulders and chest muscles shining in the moonlight from my window, his head throw back which showing the small veins in his neck, and his necklace hanging in front of me.

“i’m close,” he moans out as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. i squeeze his shoulders, feeling close to my second orgasm. i can feel him feeling open mouthed kisses on my neck and his thumb rubbing harsh circles on my clit.

he kisses the edge of my lips, “fuck, i know you’re close, baby. i can feel you squeezing on my cock.”

i feel my legs starting to shake, “harder, jere”

his hips move slower but snap harder, the tip of his length hitting my sweet spot harder than before.

“that’s it, baby” he pants, “fucking come on my dick.”

i let out a high pitch moan as my toes curl, fingernails scrapping down his muscular back, and my back arching in pure pleasure. i feel myself squeezing harder around him which resulted in him also releasing into the condom.

he slowly thrusts into me while his hands brush out the hairs from my face, “you’re so amazing, y/n, truly.” he whispers before pulling out.

my muscles relax and my eyelids start feeling heavy, jeremiah soon gets up to throw out the condom while also pulling his boxers on.

i raise my head up from the pillow as he leaves my bedroom, in confusion, i call out, “jeremiah?”

within seconds he returns with two glasses of water and a warm towel. he hands me a cup and tells me to relax as he slowly cleans me up.

we both crawl under my blanket, his arm instinctively wrapping around my waist to pull me closer, “i love you, my sunshine.” he mumbles into my hair and kisses my bare shoulder,

“i love you too, baby”