#wip: cowgirl baby

[hwallazia]

WARDROBE MALFUNCTIONS – 최산

⋆ synopsis. you help san in a very special way with his outfit before he gets on stage.

pairing. idol bf! san & hairstylist fem! reader.

wc. 3,1k

warnings. soft dom! san & sub! reader, cussing, semi-public sex (they fuck in a men’s restroom tehee), unprotected sex (boo 👎), creampie, cowgirl position, implied handjob & blowjob (didn’t write that part explicitly), quickie?, begging, male masturbation, accidental erection, sannie is unable to cum with just his fist so he asks reader for help <3, dirty talk, praise, pet names (sannie, princess, jagi & more), in conclusion they’re DESPERATE.

nic’s notes ⋆ the wip has been posted 🙇‍♀️ four san fics in a row tho... YES SIR !! 🗣️ dw i’ll post a hongjoong one shot soon <3

the ambience was calm, the ac provided the room with cool air, the murmurs were a bit lower than usual so it was at the ideal volume and the members were naturally getting ready to go on stage, the screams of the excited and frenetic fans that non patiently waited in the stadium bleachers belied the calm atmosphere in the room.

as you were taking care of mingi’s hair and making it your job to make it look spectacular, you saw your boyfriend’s figure on the mirror. his reflection showed a bothered san, struggling with the zip of his shiny white pants. you redirected your eyes to mingi’s scalp, spraying small bits of glitter onto it.

“all done, princess” you chanted, meeting the man’s satisfied grin in the mirror; a smile unconsciously taking place on your face.

“it’s princess indeed.” he double checked his just-styled hair before rising from the chair, rotating his body towards you; back facing the mirror. “you seriously are an artist”

“wouldn’t be working in here if i didn’t have that title” you teased a little bit, stealing a charming laugh. you continued chatting with him for a couple more minutes, looking over his shoulder from time to time to see the cute pout formed on san’s pink lips. he let out a soft huff and made his way out of the room, your iris following his every movement.

“excuse me, mingi-ah. gotta finish up the work.” you explained before hearing an overshadowed humming of their song called “work”. chuckling, you tracked your boyfriend’s course.

you walked past a closed door, but you stepped backward when you noticed its threshold beaming a clear light. you hit your knuckles against the wooden door in a funny musical rhythm before hearing and seeing the handle of it twist open, revealing san’s figure; his makeup half messed up.

his annoyed features beamed up when he saw you, a hint of relief in his orbs. ”baby! so glad you’re here. come on.” he grabbed your hand not too gently but still without hurting you and pulled you to him, closing the door behind you quickly without giving it much of a thought that you were a woman inside a men’s restroom.

“s-sannie! what happened?” you analyzed his face for a moment, noticing smuddered powder of eyeshadow along the sides of his eyelids and his foundation slightly botched.

“uhm. kinda feels like this outfit doesn’t fit in the right places, if you know what i mean.” he spoke sheepishly, his muscly thighs uncomfortably restrained against the tight fabric of the pearly white pants.

your hands reached the sides of his pants. you tugged the piece of clothing twice with enough force to feel how snug it was.

you gasped lowly. “how did this happen?”

he sighed, rising and lowering his shoulders in surrender. “i don’t know how they keep messing up my measurements.”

you couldn’t help but ask the stupid question that had struck your thoughts the moment you saw him. “how did you even manage to get yourself inside those pants?”

he whined, sulking. “i don’t knowww, just get these off me.”

a soft blush heated your cheeks. “love, you gotta be on stage in less than thirty minutes, we can’t do—”

“not what i meant, filthy girl.” he deadpanned, the red on your face deepening. “not a bad idea though.”

a rush of embarrassment made your skin hot. you landed a sharp, yet light smack on the side of his shoulders. the emitted sound exaggerated how harshly you had hit him. “choi san! focus!”

“you’re the one who gave the idea!” he defended himself, arms closing around his chest.

you sighed before humming lowly, submerged in thought, your brain already trying to scheme a solution as san dedicated himself to pout cutely, huffing softly, clearly annoyed at the uncomfortable, leg-numbing fabric.

a click sounded inside your head. “i’ll go find and see if there’s another pair of those. if not, then i’ll get you something similar. just wait here.” you uttered as you stretched your opened palm in front of you.

he nodded. “okay, go,”

you gave him a little smile before vanishing from the tiny restroom. after hearing the door clicking shut, you sprung towards the dressing room, where wooyoung and seonghwa were conversing trivialities. yunho noticed you and your fast heartbeat the moment you spawned at the door.

his eyebrow quirked up for a bit. “what’s up? why were you running just now?”

you exhaled in an exasperated sigh. “i need to find inseol”

inseol was your friend and also the head of the dressing department, she designed and planned every single one of ateez’s stunning and mind-blowing outfits. “haven’t seen her.” yunho simply responded.

“me neither.” the two other men replied in unison, the low curse you huffed going unheard by them.

“why though? we’re all dressed up already.” wooyoung questioned.

“sannie’s having a problem with his pants. they’re way too tiny and therefore, tight.”

the thought alone of san dancing his soul out on that stage with senseless, numb feet makes your head spin in the worst way. you had to help your boyfriend somehow, and inseol not being in sight was complicating things.

“are you serious?” hongjoong stepped into the room, and you felt your blood run cold.

if there was something kim hongjoong hated, it was unforeseen events.

you managed to compose yourself the best you could. “yes but i’m already taking care of it!”

your words did almost nothing to calm hongjoong’s growing boiling stress. you closed your eyes for a tiny second, already accepting your fate and mentally preparing for hongjoong’s temper tantrum, but seonghwa’s wise and soothing voice intervened. “hongjoong, she said she’s already taking care of it. so let her do what she gotta do, we’re all under the same circumstances and pressure.”

hongjoong heaved a sharp sigh, frown relaxing, limbs letting go of the way-too-quickly accumulated tension. “you’re right. sorry, go ahead.”

you smiled sweetly in an attempt to reassure hongjoong. “it’s okay. i’ll figure this out — no need to worry.” you said as you eased your way out the door, but not before mouthing a genuine ‘thank you’ to seonghwa, who only nodded politely as he gave you a tiny grin.

as you walked towards the room where your sannie was, your mind anxiously scrambled for a quick solution, but with so many limited options, your stress only grew bigger. you mumbled under your breath some possible resolutions, yet nothing ingenious came to mind.

it wasn’t until you passed by this chair, overloaded with a black and seemingly heavy and full backpack with pieces of clothing on top. your eyes flickered toward the overused chair and you instantly started roaming through the mountain of fabric, wishing for a similar pair of white pants to come into sight.

in the distance, you could hear the voices of your coworkers murmuring about how much time was left until the concert started. 20 minutes was all you had.

then, a miracle happened. the low percentage of chances of you finding the exact cloth you needed elevated drastically to one hundred the moment the almost identical pearly white pants covered your opened palm.

you almost squealed when you found it, but you had to remain collected and professional. instead, you cleared your throat and headed towards the men’s restroom with hurried steps, where your poor sannie awaited for your savior-like presence.

you twisted the door handle once you were face to face with the men’s restroom symbol, opening and closing the door behind you quickly.

you expected him to be fighting against the tightness of his pants, huffing and groaning, full of stress.

“jagi,”

you definitely weren’t expecting him to be half naked on the floor, with a throbbing cock in hand as he panted breathlessly, the snug fabric of the pants still rubbing against his covered balls. his makeup was already fucked up because of the blanket of glistening sweat his face was covered in. his half-lidded eyes and shiny lips only invited you to sink into sin with him.

but you couldn’t. not when he had a stage to be on, a performance to give.

your eyes stayed widely open like plates as you blurted out. “sannie, what are you—”

“i tried getting out of these but it just kept rubbing against my dick every time i tried to move.” he blabbered, soft sobs hitching his breath. “i really didn’t mean it but ‘m so hard, jagi. i don’t know what to do and it just doesn’t go down.”

your mouth dried as you intently stared at his velvety tip, enveloped with his big hand, fully covered in precum, pulsating and aching under his fingers.

oh, your poor sannie.

so endlessly helpless and sensitive.

“help me, please.” he begged, his voice cracking, yet so fucking cute.

and of course you’d lend him a helping hand.

you cooed at him as you approached him, the slow steps of your low heels clicking against the wooden floor.

“oh, baby. so sensitive as always,” you caressed the side of his messed-up hair. you internally sighed since you had to redo your hard work.

but that thought faded in a blur, ’cause now you had more important things to do.

and that thing was sat obediently in front of you, waiting for your magical touch to send him into another dimension in less than ten minutes.

’cause that was all you had to get the deed done.

“‘m sorry, love, but—” he gulped before pleading. “can you suck it? please.”

naturally, your sweetheart of a boyfriend hardly ever lets you suck his cock, since he prefers pleasing you first, prioritizing your release before his.

desperate times call for desperate measures, though. so of course you knew he wouldn’t be asking you this if he had another alternative, another solution that didn’t mean resorting to such a filthy act, in such a short time, and in such a place.

“of course baby.”

five minutes.

only five minutes had passed until he was practically begging you to let him fuck you.

”please, jagi, it’s the only way it comes down” he used as an excuse. it was valid, though, the clenching walls of your pussy were the ultimate method to soften up san’s girthy length.

after a brief moment of considering it, your hand movement came to a stop, his reddened cockhead slapping against his uncovered abs, a sticky line of pre-cum dirtying his happy trail.

“we’re going that far, huh?” you teased, kissing his jaw as you positioned yourself on top of him. he tried to whine out an excuse, a reason why he wanted to fuck you with only a few minutes before his show, but you shushed him quickly, grabbing his girth by the base and aligning it towards your welcoming entrance. “we gotta be quick, though.”

he exhaled, taking in the view that unraveled in front of him. “i know.”

after giving him a warm smile, you sank down slowly, your body instinctively leaning slightly forward, your palms laying flat on his firm chest, using as the perfect support. you took him inch by inch, until your pussy lips grazed his balls. a satisfied sigh left your mouth, san’s head immediately rocking back as he grunted deeply, your warming insides always felt so heavenly divine.

the way you clamped down him forced him to lock gazes with you again, his low hiss cutting through the air. then, he realized that you weren’t actually moving, so he breathed in to ask, but you were faster, replying to his untold question. “fuck me, then.” you leaned closer, your faces just a few inches apart. “take what you need, sannie.”

san stared up at you with an intoxicated, loving gaze, a silent “thank you” dripping from his sparkling eyes. his hands landed on your hips, holding you steady before lifting them up, a few inches of him withdrawing from the cozy embrace of your cunt. whilst he held your body up, you purposely squeezed his cocktip and san cursed under his breath. he started with a slow pace, driving his hardness up against your pussy, filling you all the way up.

you arched your back when his tip stroked that divine spot in you, eyes almost rolling back to your skull. “s—sannie, oh my fuck!” you kept moaning and panting breathlessly on top of him, completely powerless.

he dove his head into your breasts, nuzzling his mouth in the middle of them. your bouncing tits rubbed against his cheeks with every jump, san’s blood rushing towards his face. his half-lidded eyes and curled-up feet were the only evidence needed to prove that he was actually enjoying this.

“oh princess.” he exhaled endearingly, utterly in love with your bouncing figure. “i love how you feel.” he uttered as he massaged your sides, ramming his cock to your convulsing pussy, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. “that’s the spot, isn’t it?”

his voice penetrated deeply inside your eardrums, your trembling core almost failing to keep its balance as you came closer and closer to the edge. “y-yeah, ‘m so close, so fucking close—ugh!”

your moans grew louder with each thrust, your hands holding onto his arms as they squeezed the heart muscle of his biceps. saying that you were a mess was an understatement, your white shirt had been discarded a while ago, a trail of sweat falling in between your breasts like rain; skirt hiked up to your marked hips. your mouth hung open in satisfaction, the sensation of being filled to the brim tipped you a bit.

“fuck— how much have we got left?” san groaned, hissing breathlessly.

“i—“ you stuttered as you raised your wrist up, staring at the clock that decorated it so elegantly.

5 minutes.

“we got five minutes, san. you gotta hurry.” you exhaled, looking desperate for your boyfriend’s release. he was the one who needed to be on that stage in less than ten minutes, after all. so you prioritized him thoughtfully.

”fuck, princess — you have to come.” his fingers reached down your sensitive clit and started rubbing circles on it. you squirmed on top of him as he kept thrusting his cock up your velvety walls.

you would’ve protested, claiming that it was actually him who had to come, if he hadn’t stimulated your bundle of nerves. your core twitched nonstop as your back arched beautifully. a string of incoherent pleas and san’s name spurted out of your mouth thoughtlessly.

in a warning manner, you clenched around him once or twice before coming undone all over his hardened dick, your body surrendered and crumbled down, your cheek colliding with his shoulder as you panted nonsense.

“that’s it, just like that, princess. you did so good.” he praised before grunting lowly. “so fucking good f’me.” he hammered your hips down his pelvic bone as he kept pistoning his hardness against your overstimulated, convulsing pussy. “gonna come inside you, fill you up reaaal good—yeah, y’ want it?” he growled, grasping your ass cheeks, definitely leaving his signature mark.

you blabbered a weak “yes”, too blissed out to even formulate coherent sentences. “‘course you want it, my dirty little princess.” san squeezed his eyes shut and moaned when he felt your walls clamp down on him for the nth time, this time bringing him closer to the abyss of pleasure though. “ugh— ‘m coming, ‘m coming, baby—“ he announced in a low, gravelly groan as he emptied his heavy load deep inside, filling you with his cum to the bone; eyes dilated.

he slowed his pace down before sitting completely still, your cunt still welcoming the white shoots of cum that his cock spurted out helplessly. you encircled his neck with your weakened arms for a moment, almost forgetting about the fact that your boyfriend had a concert to give. your body jolted as the reminder hit your head. “fuck, baby — you need to go now.”

and seemed like your boyfriend had forgotten about that little detail as well. “shit, you’re right.” he uttered before sliding his arms under your thighs and back, lifting you off him and placing you on the floor again as he rose up.

his head shook incessantly, searching for the whole reason why you were there. the word “pants” left his lips quietly, like a mantra. you stared up at him and helped him, pointing where the pair of pants was at. “behind that chair, sannie.”

he turned his head abruptly to where you had pointed at, the problematic pair of white pants coming in sight. he sighed before grabbing them and putting them on at the speed of light. you got up weakly and walked your way towards him.

san looked at you and immediately rushed to help you. “baby, stay still, you can barely walk.”

you locked gazes and you replied. “and just sit down on the floor of the men’s restroom?”

you quirked your eyebrow up and san shrugged a bit. “‘m just trying to help.” he sulked cutely and it made your heart swell with love.

you giggled as your fingers reached up to his messy hair. “i know you are, sannie, ‘m just kidding.” your fingers coiled around a lock of hair, curling it up. “now let me help you.” you repeated the action with the rest, finally perfecting his hairstyle with nothing more than your skillful fingers. meanwhile, san adjusted his pants and moved his legs around, doing silly movements to test the elasticity of the fabric, humming in approval when he felt nothing but comfortable.

you stepped back, taking in your work of art, nodding and sighing proudly. “perfect” you uttered.

”thank you, princess.” he leaned closer to peck your lips before his fingers brushed the door handle. “i’ll get going.”

”go kill that stage, pretty boy.” you encouraged, pride dripping off your tone.

san puffed his cheeks cutely, his eyes turning into pretty crescent moons. “yes, ma’am.”

and with that, he disappeared through the door, carefully clicking it shut. when the door closed, you crumbled down, shaky knees keeping your core shuddering. you stared down at your dripping pussy, gushing and coating the floor with san’s heavy cum. a strong blush heated your cheeks as you took in the view.

after a few minutes, the shakiness ceased and you were able to get up and clean the mess you and san had left on the tiles of the black marble floor. in the background, you could hear the sudden shouting of thousands of atinys combined with the faint sound of their song “halazia” reverberating throughout the whole arena, a sweet smile forming on your lips.

you remembered hongjoong’s angry demeanor when he overheard that san was having a problem with his outfit. so, you muttered under your breath, imaginatively responding to him. “told ya i’d take care of it.”

| masterlist

[v6quewrlds]

andrei x reader everything plzzzz

but more or less just straight smut

oh look at that, another out of context wip that i never finished. enjoy <3 warnings: andrei x reader, kind of long, smut, size kink (reader is briefly described as petite, apologies lol), mirror sex, reverse cowgirl, squirting

The evening air was a cool embrace, a gentle whisper of the autumn breeze playing with the leaves outside the stadium. Inside, the cheers had long ago faded into memory, leaving only the echo of victory in the vast, empty space. Your heart still raced from the excitement of the game as you looked up at Andrei with a grin that could light the city. His broad shoulders and muscular frame stood out against the dimming lights, a testament to his athletic prowess. "You were amazing, baby," you said, your eyes shining with pride.

Andrei leaned down and kissed your forehead, his smile a little weary but no less brilliant. "Thank you, princess. I'm just glad you were here to see it. Wait for me in the car, I'll try to be quick."

Once he joined you in the car, the atmosphere thickened. Andrei's hand found its way in between your thighs, his thumb tracing circles along the skin of your upper thighs in slow circles as you drove home. The low rumble of the engine and the smooth hip-hop playing on the radio only heightened the electricity between you.

When you arrived at your apartment, the door had barely clicked shut before Andrei's mouth found yours. The kiss was a dance of passion, a celebration of the victory he'd sealed. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve as if it were new territory. Your hands were equally eager, pulling at his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath. Andrei's broader frame pressed yours against the door, his height leaving you feeling both protected and utterly claimed.

Breaking the kiss, he stepped back, his eyes scanning your figure with an intensity that made your knees wobble. "I want to see you," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. Your pulse quickened as you took in his gaze, the way it lingered on the neckline of your top, the soft curve of your hips. You knew what he was asking for, and you were more than ready to give it to him.

You moved to the bedroom, and your clothes shed along the way like a trail of breadcrumbs leading to a delicious prize. Andrei's gentle touches grew bolder, more insistent, as he revealed your brown skin to the soft light of your bedside lamp. You felt the heat of his gaze on you, a silent affirmation that you were his, that you always would be his. The room was filled with the sound of your breathing, the occasional rustle of fabric, and the thundering of your hearts.

Andrei picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms winding around his neck. He carried you to the bed, his strength evident in every step despite the exhaustion of the game. He laid you down with care. For a moment, you just stared at one another, the air crackling with tension. Then, with a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine, Andrei leaned in and whispered, "I've been waiting to do this all day."

He began to kiss you again, his hands caressing your body with a familiarity that made you shiver. His kisses grew more urgent, moving from your lips to your neck, then lower, leaving a trail of fire across your collarbones. You arched your back, your body responding to his every touch. You reached down and pulled him closer, feeling the evidence of his desire pressing against you. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through your chest. "Patience, princess," he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

"Patience is not my strong suit," you replied breathlessly, your voice thick with desire. You felt Andrei's grin against your skin as he kissed his way down your body, his hands exploring every inch of you. He took his time, savoring the moment, teasing you with the promise of more.

Andrei's fingers traced the curves of your breasts before gently pinching your nipples, eliciting a gasp from you. "Mm, you're so sensitive," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. Your body responded in kind, arching into his touch. He continued his descent, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses across your stomach until he reached the apex of your thighs. You could feel the heat of his breath there, and it made you wet with anticipation.

He kissed the inside of your thigh before spreading your legs wider, exposing you to his eager gaze. You felt a thrill run through you as his mouth descended, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sensation was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through your core.

"Mm," Andrei murmured appreciatively against your skin, his tongue swirling around your clit with a practiced ease that had your toes curling. "You taste so good." His words sent a shiver through your body as he licked and kissed, building a rhythm that had your hips bucking. Your hands found his hair, your grip tightening as you tried to hold onto the sensations overwhelming you.

Andrei's touch grew more insistent, his tongue delving deeper into your folds. The way his mouth worked you made you feel like you were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. Your breath grew ragged, your moans echoing off the walls of your apartment. You could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling in your belly like a tightly wound spring.

"Oh, Andrei," you gasped, your voice strained with need. "So good, baby. So, so good."

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You like that?" He asked, his voice husky.

You could only nod, your eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "I love it," you managed to murmur, your voice a whimper of need. Andrei's grin grew wider before he focused back on his goal, his tongue circling and teasing your clit. You could feel yourself getting closer, your body tightening within his grasp. Your fingers inched into his thick, dark hair, tugging slightly as you urged him on.

The first orgasm hit you like a brick wall, crashing through your body in a crescendo of pleasure. You cried out his name, your hips bucking against his face. Andrei didn't let up, his tongue continuing to work its magic until you were trembling, boneless with satisfaction. He kissed your inner thighs before making his way back up to you, his eyes gleaming with pride and hunger.

"You always look so fragile when you come," Andrei whispered, his eyes dark with desire. 

He hovered over you, his large, powerful body casting a shadow on your petite frame. Your breath hitched as you felt his erection press against your thigh. You reached up, your hands finding his broad shoulders, and pulled him closer. "Want you to fuck me," you panted, your voice thick with need.

Andrei chuckled as he leaned down to kiss you, allowing you a chance to taste your sweet slick on his lips. "Not yet, babe," he murmured, his voice dropping to a purr. He kissed a path along your neck, his teeth nipping at your earlobe, sending delicious shivers through you.

Before you could fully process his words, Andrei's mouth was back on yours, his tongue demanding entry and you willingly gave it to him. Your kiss grew heated, your bodies tangling together in a delicious dance of passion. You could feel the weight of him pressing you into the mattress, his cock throbbing against you. With a casual show of strength, Andrei scooped you into his lap, your bodies perfectly aligned. Your surprised face met his smug smirk in the mirror set in front of the bed, and you realized his plan for the night.

Mirror sex was something you hadn't done in a while, though it was a little kink that had always been a favorite of Andrei's. The visual of your bodies joined together had always been a massive turn-on for him, and it didn't take much for you to get on board with the idea either. The mirror's reflection cast an erotic picture, showcasing your intertwined limbs and the gentle contrast of your skin tones. Andrei's large hand drifted down to rest on your inner thigh, his thumb brushing the wetness that had gathered there. "You're so beautiful," he murmured against your ear, his voice thick with lust.

You couldn't help but agree as you watched your reflection. Andrei's muscular body, his dark hair falling against his tan skin, and dark eyes tracing your brown skin, was a sight you never tired of. You reached down, your own hand joining his, and guided his fingers to your center. He groaned against your neck, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you.

"Look at us," Andrei murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent vibrations through your body. "So fucking hot."

Your eyes met his in the mirror, your smile sickly sweet. "You like watching?" you teased, your movements becoming more deliberate.

"Fuck yes, I do," Andrei groaned, his hand moving to flutter over your slick folds. You watched your reflection in the mirror, his face a mask of concentration, his hand moving with precision as he pressed his fingers into your sensitive sex. Your back arched and you leaned back into his solid chest, mouth open in a silent scream.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Come sit on this dick, baby." He lifted you slightly, his strong arms supporting you as he lined himself up with your dripping entrance.

You bit your lower lip, anticipation building as the tip of his cock teased you. "Oh, shit," you whispered, watching in the mirror as he began to push inside you. His size was never a problem for you, but the sight of his large shaft disappearing into your smaller body never ceased to amaze and arouse you. The mirror only heightened the sensation, allowing you to see every inch of him filling you up.

Andrei took his time, savoring the feeling of your tightness around him. He watched in the reflection as your body settled into his, your skin a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. "Look how good we fit together," he murmured. "How perfect you are for me."

You moaned in response, your body stretching to accommodate his length. You watched as he pushed deeper, his muscles straining with the effort, and felt yourself get wetter with every inch. His grip tightened on your hips, guiding you down onto him. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, a delicious pressure that made you whimper.

Andrei hummed with appreciation. He took a moment to adjust to your tightness before starting to move, his hands guiding your hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Your eyes widened as you saw the way your body responded to him, your eyes beginning to glaze with passion.

"Look at you, taking me like a pro," Andrei said with a smug smile. His grip on your hips tightened, his thumbs digging into your flesh as he helped you set a pace that was driving him wild. "I don't even think you need my help, princess. You were made to bounce on this dick, huh?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "You're so full of it," you teased though you immediately took over. You watched your reflection as you bounced up and down, your lips parting with the softest pants. The sound of your bodies coming together filled the room, a rhythm that seemed to match the racing of your heart.

"Keep going," Andrei encouraged, his voice strained as he watched the mirror. The way your tits moved with each bounce was hypnotizing, and he felt himself drift closer to the edge. You moaned as your body fell forward, your hands catching your weight as they settled on his knees, exhaling with a whine.

"Look at you, so eager for me," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "Think you can fuck yourself without my help?" With a smirk, Andrei leaned back, supporting himself with one hand on the bed while the other squeezed at your soft curves, watching intently as you took full control.

Your eyes met Andrei's in the mirror, the challenge in your gaze clear. You moved faster, your breath hitching as you felt another orgasm building. Andrei watched you, his own pleasure evident in the tightening of his jaw and the flex of his biceps.

"Not enough, Drei," you panted, your eyes pleading in the mirror. "I need more."

Andrei's smug smile grew into a grin as he leaned back in, taking over the rhythm once again. He picked up the pace, his hands guiding your hips over his cock, pulling and slamming with a fervor. His eyes remained locked on yours in the mirror, watching the way your pupils dilated, the way your lips parted with each desperate moan.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "Like you were made for me." His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he sank in deeper.

The sight before you was intoxicating, an arousing mix of love and lust that had you teetering on the edge of a second orgasm. You felt his thumb circle your clit with a masterful precision, the pressure building until you were sure you couldn't hold on any longer.

"Fuck, you're going to make me come," you gasped, your breathing growing more erratic. The sight of Andrei's muscular body flexing beneath you, his abs tightening with each powerful thrust, was almost too much. His eyes remained locked on your squirming body in the mirror, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.

"Come for me, baby," Andrei urged, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "You wanna be good for me? Make me feel it." His words spurred you on, your movements growing more frantic as you chased the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. His eyes reflected the hunger in yours.

"Wait, I..." you gasped, your eyes widening as an unfamiliar feeling embedded itself at the bottom of your stomach. "Andrei, I feel weird..." He didn't respond, his almond eyes locked on the reflection of your bodies as you moved in a rhythm so primal it seemed to resonate through the very core of your being. Andrei's teeth sank into your shoulder as he pounded into you, his breath coming in hot, heavy bursts against your skin.

"Just let it happen," Andrei growled, his voice strained with his own building release. "Trust me, baby." Your eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment before you opened them again, focusing on the reflection of your joined bodies. You nodded as you felt his cock swell within you.

A few more hard pumps of Andrei's thick length piercing into you had your eyes rolling back in your head. The sensation grew too intense to handle, and you felt the beginnings of another orgasm coil deep within your belly. "Drei, baby," you moaned, your voice trembling. "Fuck!"

A sudden gush of fluid spilled over Andrei's length, coating his thighs as he stared at the mirror in proud surprise. The look of shock on your face was matched only by the intense pleasure that painted your features. "Oh, shit," you whispered, your body shaking with the power of your climax. The sudden wetness only added to Andrei's excitement, his thrusts becoming more pointed as he watched you spill over in his lap, the beginning of his orgasm striking him at the sight of your pleasure.

"You're so fucking perfect," he groaned. "I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all, baby."

You nodded, your eyes glazed with pleasure as you felt his cock swell even more inside you. Andrei's movements grew more erratic, his muscles tense with the effort to hold back. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within you and came with a moan that seemed to shake the room. His release filled you, hot and thick, and you felt his cock pulse with each spurt of cum.

For a moment, you remained joined, your bodies trembling in the aftermath of your shared climax. Your head fell back against Andrei's shoulder, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as he kissed your neck, his breathing still ragged. "Fuck, baby," he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with awe.

"Mm, I love feeling you come inside me," you purred, your voice still thick with pleasure. You leaned into his embrace, feeling the sticky warmth of your combined releases mingling between your legs. Andrei chuckled, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of his climax. He kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your skin gently.

"I finally got you to squirt for me?" Andrei whispered into your ear, his voice a mix of satisfaction and pride. You giggled, feeling a little embarrassed but mostly overwhelmed by the intense pleasure still coursing through your body.

You remained silent for a second, your breathing slowly returning to normal, the only sounds in the room the occasional squeak of the bed and your heartbeats echoing in your ears. Andrei's hand gently stroked your stomach, his thumb tracing idle patterns on your skin. You leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "Yeah, you did," you admitted with a grin. "I thought I was going to pass out."

Andrei chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath you. "I knew you had it in you," he said, kissing your neck. "It's so fucking hot, watching you let go like that." He lifted you off him carefully, the evidence of your passion sticking to your thighs and his cock. The mirror reflected your messy, post-sex glow, bodies still entangled, and you felt a sense of satisfaction that was only outmatched by the ache still lingering in your core.

Andrei rose to grab a towel from the bathroom. He gently wiped you down, taking special care to clean you up before settling you into his side. "But you're okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"More than okay," you assured him, your eyes sparkling with levity. "I just wasn't expecting it, that's all."

Andrei's grin grew wider as he pulled the towel away, taking in the sight of your sweat-slicked skin and the way you searched for his warmth. "I thought you were gonna do it earlier, but you held out on me." He set the towel aside and pulled you closer, his hand resting low on your hip.

"Must've been the game," you teased, still breathless. "You're always extra horny when you have a good game." You traced your fingertips over the beads of sweat that glistened on his chest, his heart pounding beneath your hand.

Andrei's smile grew even wider, his teeth flashing white against his tanned face. "Maybe," he conceded, his hand moving to cup your cheek. "But it's mostly just you, baby. You always do this to me." He leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. You melted into the kiss, your body still thrumming with pleasure.

As you pulled away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. He traced the line of your curves, watching the way your eyes closed slightly in pleasure.

[fairlyang]

Picture Perfect 🏹

w/c: 1.7K

pairing: kate bishop x plus!sizefem!reader

tags: 18+ smut. teasing kate, pervy kate, she has a strap prepared, referring to said strap as her cock, exhibitionism, photo booth, groping, teasing back, grinding, reverse cowgirl, holding you upright while she fucks you

a/n: this was a wip/idea from May…. Also I am working on a recent Kate request and did write for that one but then remembered I had this beauty….

You laughed as Kate dragged you around the mall after all the teasing you had done to her. Trying on tight tops and showing her how they looked while she had to force herself to not charge into the little changing room and bend you over right then and there.

The final straw was you trying on bras at Victoria’s Secret that just had your tits sitting so perfectly she was genuinely drooling. She only groped them a little bit but how could she be blamed with your tits nearly falling out of it?

Along with that cute little purple skirt that hugged your curves and tummy just right, just how she liked it, she really couldn’t be blamed for groping you as if no one was around.

Only barely having you against the wall with your skirt up to show pretty black panties as she fought the urge to give your round ass some hard smacks and take her cock out.

But a risqué idea came to her mind and it’d also serve as a memory to not fuck with her in public like that again. So her first thought was why not stop by the ole reliable photo booth that was at an empty corner of the mall?

So you were a giggling mess as she held your hand and led you to god knows where because she was dead silent and on a mission. It was growing silent as you got to the empty spot of the mall and you were just curious on what she had in mind.

Because she might be a little exhibitionist but she wouldn’t want to get caught for public indecency, would she?

Your question would soon be answered when you saw the little photo booth and she walked straight to it. “Kate what are you-“

She opened the curtain and went in first then pulled you in before making you sit on her lap. You quickly closed the curtain then gasped when you felt one of her hands go down your thigh. “You think you’re so funny dont you baby?” She whispers in your ear while bringing her other hand to squeezed your left breast.

“Such a fucking tease.” She murmurs and brings her right hand closer to your already soaking pussy.

Your breathing became more rapid and you didn’t even know how to respond because you just love playing games. But this is the first time you get a consequence out of it and you were stumped on what smart words could help.

She started to lift her hips up against you, purposely grinding just so you can feel her strap. Taunting you. Teasing you.

Her left hand went under your shirt and groped your breast while her right drew circles on your thigh. Your poor thighs were shaking and she hasn’t even done anything yet.

She lifted herself up a bit just so she can take her wallet out and handing you her card, “we might as well take some memorable pictures.”

You swipe her card, give it back to her and the old scratched up screen asked how many strips you want then to choose the frame. As you were pushing the button to see all the options, Kate moved her hands to your hips to help you grind against her because she wanted you to be nice and wet for her.

Your eyes fluttered and you tried your best just to focus on choosing a cute frame but grinding right on her strap just felt so good.

“Choose a pretty one baby, with a black and white filter.” She murmurs and you nod.

You got to one that had a bunch of red and pink hearts on them with a black background so you selected it. The next step was the filter so you scrolled until you got to the black and white one when Kate lifted your top over your tits.

You shivered a little but then she started to squeeze them both. You let out a small moan and she squeezed them harder. “Fuck-“

“So fucking perfect.” She whispers and it sent a shiver down your entire body.

“Stand up for a second baby.” She says and you quickly do it.

She unzips her pants and takes her cock out before spitting on it then stroking it. You watched her in awe, eyes filled with desire as you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation. “C’mere baby, take your seat.” She motions for you and you were about to sit on her lap but she clicks her tongue and shakes her head.

“You’re gonna face the camera pretty girl.” She whispers and your eyes widened.

“I want a picture of my pretty girlfriend to keep in my wallet.” She murmurs and turns you around then grabs your hips.

You move your panties to the side then position yourself above her cock then grab it, lining it up to your entrance but swirling it in your wetness first. You bring it back to your entrance and you slowly begin to sit on it, just so you can feel every inch before Kate brings you down all the way.

You whimper and clench against it as she wraps her arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder. “Maybe we can get a couple of these for good measure.” She whispers and sends yet another shiver down your spine.

“Press start my love.” She says and you nod, pressing the bottom and a five second countdown starts.

Without being told you brought your ass up then bounced back down on her. You moaned and did hard thrusts just so you can feel her going deep inside you. Then the first click is heard and the next countdown begins.

“Just keep riding my cock baby.” She moans and you nod.

You bounced up and down on her cock like your life depended on it and you weren’t so surprised you were soaked, that’s usually how Kate had you. You straightened up up and lifted your shirt up, squeezing your tits with your arms right when the second click went off.

“Fucking shit baby.” She groans and grabs you, quickly standing up before having you on your knees on the little bench.

She didn’t waste any time to just mercilessly pound into you with no care in the world of getting caught. She knew you’d be fine.

“You just love being a little horny tease for me don’t you baby?” She murmurs and you nod, holding onto the wall while she grips onto your hips.

“Fuck Katie- please don’t stop!” You cry out and feel your eyes getting glossy.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she continued her pace. At that point your first set of pictures were done and she meant it when she said she wanted multiple.

So she took her card out from her front pocket and swiped it again, choosing the first frame and filter then pressing the start button. She looked down at you, looking so fucking perfect. The way your ass bounced against her made her believe this was heaven on earth.

She groaned and started going harder, then bringing her hands to your shoulders to bring your body up. You straightened up and she wrapped one arm around your stomach and the other gently around your neck. You leaned back into her and she went in to leave sloppy kisses on your neck.

You cried out as she sucked on your skin and her pace became more desperate. You brought a hand down to your clit and start rubbing it, now clenching against her cock. You were already feeling so close and you didn’t think Kate would dent your orgasm from you.

Let alone toy with you.

“Do you think you d-deserve to cum? After h-how you played games with me? Hm do you deserve it baby girl?” She groaned earning herself the sweetest whimpers from you.

“Katie please.” You cried and she chuckles.

“That’s not a response my love.” She murmurs making you whimper.

“I-I- fuck- I promise I w-won’t do it again.” You pleaded and you could just tell she had a nasty smirk on her face.

“Good girl. Always such a good girl for me.” She moaned and started fucking into you deeper.

She somehow was always able to get an orgasm when fucking you and this wasn’t even a double ended dildo. She was always turned on by hearing your moans, seeing how good you took her, and the mess you’d make just for her.

So it was to no surprise when she was getting slower and sloppier, she was right on the edge like you. “You always fuck me so good baby.” You whimper and that was enough for both of you.

She groaned and went as deeply as she could while you both came hard for one another. Your body was shaking and she didn’t let you go, the hand on your neck went to your stomach as she held you gently. She kissed your shoulder and tried to control her breathing because that was such a good orgasm.

“Don’t stop your teasing.” She murmured into your ear making you giggle.

“Thought you didn’t like it?” You teased and she scoffed.

“I don’t…” she lied then continued, “but maybe I’ll just have to carry my strap everywhere.”

You laughed then shook your head in disbelief as Kate smiled. She carefully and slowly slipped out of you and it was times like these she was grateful she doesn’t choose her ejaculating dildos to wear when you’re out and about.

You fix your panties and she fixes your skirt for you. She then helps you off the little bench and fixes your top as well. She opens the curtain and grabs your hand as you excitedly grab your pictures.

The first set were all different, all four pictures of you in a different position which was funny because she really did move you in a desperate attempt to have different positions.

The second set was just hot. The first two pictures were you in doggy and the last two were her holding you up. One with her cock being out of you and the last with it deep inside you.

Picture perfect.

You gave her one of each and she quickly stuffed them into her pocket while you admired how cute they look while the actual pictures were so dirty. “And no one’s around so we gotta do it again.” Kate says and you look at her with a wide grin.

[sceletaflores]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ wip wednesday!

thanks for the tag angel babies @guiltyasdave & @eupheme & @elflutter<3 18+ under the cut!

wip #1 • he's a good time, cowboy casanova!

a cowboy and the governor’s daughter walk into a barn...

cowboy!logan...that's literally it.

“Hang on, baby.” Logan’s hands fall to your hips, stopping you just as the tip of his cock brushes against your dripping pussy. “You wanna ride, you gotta look the part.” He drags his hands lower, calloused palms rough against the soft skin of your thighs. It’s enough to make you shiver, hips twitching down with the desperate need to be filled. “Got the boots,” he murmurs idly, thumbs sliding along the back of your thighs. “Just need the hat.” Logan reaches up to grab his hat by the crown, pulling it off his head to drop it on yours. You left out a soft breath, feeling the worn felt settle on the top of your head, still warm from his own. It’s too big, slipping down to shadow your eyes. Logan’s gaze darkens as he adjusts it, tipping the brim just enough to frame your face. “Much better,” he says, flicking the brim once before his hands fall back to your hips. “Alright cowgirl, give it to me good.”

wip #2 • baby if you love me you would call me your bunny (tell me that i’m just a baby honey)

logan wants to keep you pure for as long as possible, you have other ideas…

this is a half-alseep idea i had for old man!logan...not wanting to take your virginity...so you come up with a compromise!

You press him for it constantly, insisting you know what you want, that you've made up your mind. That you’re a big girl who does know what she’s dealing with despite him thinking otherwise. You're sure you want him to be your first, sure that you want him to take your virginity. Just the thought has a shudder running through him every time, something dangerous stirring deep in the pit of his stomach, white hot and all consuming. But he can’t shake that voice in the back of his mind—the one telling him it wouldn’t be fair, not to you, not to himself. He knows the very second you'd lie back on the sheets of his bed, legs spread as you bare yourself to him, that he'd never get enough. He’d lose himself, ruin that sweet, untouched innocence that clings to you like morning dew. A part of him—hell, maybe all of him—wants nothing more than to make you his, to leave marks on you in a way that makes sure you’d never look at another man the same way again. Logan's done a lot of things in his life he can't take back, a lot he probably should regret but doesn’t.  That won't be the case. Not this time. Not with you. He's not about to let himself make this into something you'll regret in the morning, or the next year, or twenty years from now when you’re sitting across from someone your own age while he rots away in an unmarked grave, wondering why the hell you wasted your time with some angry old man who couldn’t let you go. And yet, you're making it so damn hard to keep saying no.

kisses!

no pressure tags! @ebodebo @artemis-b-writes @avocado-writing @silverskyeline @ovaryacted @moonlight-prose @raeinyourdreams

[berryhobii]

More (kth x reader) a Drabble

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x black!female!reader

Warnings: smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), cowgirl position, I don’t mention it but they’re doing it in a chair, squirting, mentions of edging, mentions of orgasm denial, orgasms(f receiving), spanking

A/N: AHHHHHH! I’ve been so so busy with work and my baby that I’ve barely had time to write or proofread or post. I’ve also been in such a rut with my WIPs that I’ve been a little unmotivated but I’m sure I’ll be out of it soon🤕please send me your good energy. This is just a little drabble; it’s actually my Distracted Driver couple. If you haven’t read that, it’s okay. Essentially, Tae and reader are amateur p*rn stars. I’m thinking of just making a bunch of little drabbles for them. I scrap a ton of smut scenes that I can easily turn into straight up p*rn content for them. I’m working on it along with lots of new ideas so please bear/bare(?) with me. Happy Holidays to those who celebrate and have a wonderful day to those who don’t. Stay safe 🩵🩵I don’t describe reader in this so imagine them however you want!

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Oh fuck baby!”

The loud clapping and wet noises could be heard down the block. With every bounce, your ass met his thighs in a deep bass similar to a gunshot. Paired with your gasps of air and moans, it sounded like you two were straight out of a porno.

Coincidentally, that’s just what the camera was filming so you must be doing a good job.

Taehyung’s hands were gripping you so hard that it hurt, your ass already on fire from the series of slaps he’s been landing on it all night. The tingling of the pain only fueled your pleasure further.

Your own hands were digging into his broad shoulders, manicured nails leaving thin scratch marks across his tan back.

“This pussy feels so good. So fucking tight.” He growled in your ear, his baritone sending sparks down your back. It only made more wetness leak from your pussy; sticky honey like arousal dripping down his cock and onto his thighs. Everything was so wet and hot and pulsing, temperature climbing and your pleasure beginning to crest.

His huge cock was pushing in and out of your velvet walls, being constricted by the tightness of your heat. You felt so much wetter than usual for some reason. Maybe it was the fact he had edged you for close to 30 minutes, pulling out right before you came, only to push back inside and do it all over again. You’d be getting your lick back for that later.

But now, he was struggling to hold back, his own orgasm settling in his balls.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” You cried, back arching as you began throwing yourself back harder on his cock. He groaned, slapping your ass again, own hips lifting to meet yours. The head of his cock brushed against the sweet spot deep inside of you again and again, cervix practically begging for his cum.

“Do it.” A slap to your ass, mouth sucking another hickey onto your throat. You sat up, eyes locking with his hooded ones. Fuck, he looked so sexy with his sweaty hair and the deep furrow of his brows. The clench of his jaw letting you know he was close. “Cum all over my cock.”

And you did. Hard enough for you to squirt. You screamed, lifting yourself from his cock to give the camera a full view of your wet pussy. Your legs shook from the force of your orgasm, Taehyung holding your ass cheeks apart to capture the moment.

You had barely come down from the body tingling orgasm before your pussy was begging for another one.

You leaned an arm back to fit his throbbing cock back inside your walls with a whisper of, “more.”

[sc0tters]

AU List

Thoughts for AUs are: OPEN

All of the au’s below are my current active ones, in these au’s you will find the blurb section which is where you guys are able to have your say in what happens during the overall storyline!

for aus that don't have a masterlist yet, they are tagged below!

AU CALENDAR

the wips!

daily au thoughts!

Nico and Margo - Second Chance Gone Right

Sidney and Alessandra - The Girl Next Door

Mat and Maddie - Nursing a Broken Heart

Nico and Bianca - The Mixed Family

Jack and Mila - Young Love

Alex and Spencer - Long Time Coming

Andrei and Annabelle - Little Cowgirl

Trevor and Blair - Lessons In Life

Jack and Kennedy - One of a Kind

Will and Bailey - Baby on Board

John and Maya - Baby Hughes

Luke and Allie - Hookups and Screwups

Jeremy and Adelia - Made Match

Quinn and Rouge - Rookie Compliance

Elias and Gracie - Little Teammate

Leon and Serena - Value of Opinion

Dawson and Emilie - Brothers Old Friend

to be updated:

Phil and Victoria

retired aus

Matt and Sydney - Golden Girl

Luke and Isabel - Captain's Sister

Cole and Parker - Big Reputations

Jesper and Emilia - A Bakers Dozen

Ryan and Ava - Sparks

Nick and Scottie - The Lost Baby

Luca and Aspen - Pretty Boy

Ethan and Astrid - Perfect Fit

Rutger and Emmy - His Girl

Mark and Abigail - Lessons

Nick and Francesca - Bed Buds

Cutter and Lillian - Meant to Be

Jacob and Ivy - Triple Split

Matthew and Lilah - Give a Dog

Juraj and Alana - A Dream in Time

Gabe and Jamie - Teammates In Action

Drew and Erin - It Girl

Seamus and Liana - Unexpected Connections

Matthew and Lilah - Give a Dog

William and Matilda - Star

Mitch and Amelia - His Rookie

The Flyers Throuple - Teammates in Sheets

Cole and Darcy - Match Made

Adam and Sabrina - Write a Song

Sidney and Camille - Homes and Hearts

Steve and Lucie - Long Games

The Umich Throuple - Three's a Match

Nico and Harper - Don't Tell

Elias and Payton - Coaches Daughter

Sidney and Rory - On Ice

Matthew and Billie - Opposing Teammates

Trevor and Daisy - Babies and Buddies

Luke and Blake - Girl Next Door

Quinn and Charlotte - Teammates Sister

Jack and Riley - New Roommate

The Zegras-Hughes Children - Next Gen

Adam and Sophie - Romantic Roomates (because we now have adam and sabrina)

Gavin and Bridget - Besotted Differences

[dixonsdarkelf]

Rules: make a post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have wips - people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

Tagged by @angelsanarchy 🖤 Thank you babe

My current WIPs (idk if I’m doing this right, plz forgive me):

This one has no title yet, but it’s Judas (like Norman Reedus’ Judas) & Reader

You’re An Amateur (but baby, I’m a Pro): Daryl Dixon & Reader

This also doesn’t have a title or file name lol: Murphy MacManus & Reader

Two Is Better Than One: part of the QOTU (Quarters of the Undead) AU with @dixons-sunshine

It’s Me, You Dingus: also part of the QOTU AU

Hop On, Cowgirl: yet another part of the QOTU AU

No title for this one either but there’s smut: more QOTU content lmao

And finally ANOTHER one with no title but ALSO more smut lmao: QOTU content once again because it had consumed me

Tagging the homies:

@angelwings-crossbowstrings @dixons-sunshine @holdmytesseract @francisofthespook @daryltwdixon @shadowcitrine @ffsjustletmesleep @stellar-waves @janiehellion & anyone else who would like to do this 🖤

[oonajaeadira]

Hello my Kindred!

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

What’s something you want to create soon?

What are you proudest of? (You can decide if it's overall or in some area of your life)

💚

HELLO, MY SOUTHERN BELLE. YEE HAW SHOOT-EM-UP TEXAS GIRL and, of course, mermaid at heart. (Cowgirl mermaid? It's a thing now.)

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Corduroy. I had corduroy overalls when I was little and then I never wore it for many many years. Now I'm drawn to it. Big fat cords like on my couch. Teddy bears made out of it. I have been shopping for corduroy pants since I grew out of my last pair. They are really good comfy clothes for winter--while jeans will block the wind, they'll get cold on your skin and cords tend to trap warmth. Also, I am a fidget baby and I like to run my nails over the thinner stuff and scratch at the wider stuff.

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What’s something you want to create soon?

I mean, *sweeping gesture to my wip list*.

But I'm also planning a show for this summer about Hilma Af Klint and her group of lady theosophists. If I can land in the theater I want for it, I plan to have an artist painting live on stage...ON the stage, not like on a canvas on a easel on a stage, but as in, on a canvas tarp that covers the floor of the stage. Like the whole stage. And if I don't get the theater I want, then I'm going to look into using light projected through glass that's being painted. And two-way mirrors. And gestural movement and 5-part harmonics. You know. Something with just a little challenge in it.

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What are you proudest of?

It depends what context we’re talking. I’m proud that the SO chose me and him being so handsome and talented and all. I’m proud of the artists I serve who come out of the woodwork and produce their first show and get awards for them. I’m proud of any show I make where the cast has a good time and lots of good praise and the audience feels deeply and learns something new and is engaged and having fun with us. I am proud of having found a path that works for me and a life that is not glamorous but is exactly what I need to be happy. I’m proud that I like who I am and what I stand for and that I choose kindness every day. I’m proud of my tarot deck collection and all my death plushies and the fact that I have never once voted for a republican. I reduced my gum shrinkage last year and that was pretty good. A few years back I did the best thing for myself and got on meds; that’s total pride worthy. I’m proud of my state (this should not be a surprise ‘cause if you follow me you know exactly where I’m from) in its policies, its arts and education funding, its safe-haven status, its natural wonders, and proud of my ability to find beauty in its extreme winters. I’m proud of my tumblr community for being the nicest fandom folks and creating joyfully and interacting joyfully and loving Pedro with their whole, soft and horny hearts. I’m proud of every single person here who is Dealing With It™ and keeps going, even when there’s a bad day, even if they have to come to tumbletown to ask for hugs or animal pictures or Pedros in their inbox. I just have a lot to smile about. It took me a long time to learn to look out over the wall of depression and see all of it out there, but I did learn it, and I’m proud of that too.

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soft asks

[morganaseren]

Playlist Tag

Tagged by: @illusivesoul Thank you kindly as always!

Tagging: @blackjackkent @jellydishes @chaosroid @noeldressari and @this-is-something-idk-what No pressure if you don't want to though!

Rules: Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up then tag 5 people.

I honestly have so many playlists for the WIPs I have; it's honestly getting ridiculous now... 😅 How about I spoil you all with some of the songs from A Little Bit Dangerous (Werewolf Niamh/Vampire Leliana)?

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Wanted - araabMUZIK

I'm just here to keep you warm; I know it get cold on y'all. But you give me that feeling That I never ever felt before...

Run Baby Run - The Rigs

Love, can't protect you now. Love that I can't feel; It'll only break you down. Love, the secret that I keep Awakes as the world sleeps, Finds you in the moonlight.

Cowgirl Bebop - HANA

Hold on, hold on. Hold on, honey (Ooh-ooh) I'm hurting, too. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, I need you To make it through. I have to, I have to 'Cause I need you To make it through.

I Am Fire - J2 (ft. Eivør Pálsdóttir)

I don't wanna stop. I don't wanna get down from the high. Just another drug, Taste of what you've got. I don't wanna waste one bite, Raging like a fever. Got me barely breathing, Get the feeling I could die.

Eurydice - Sleepthief (ft. Jody Quine)

I've lost you, my lovely, To the depths of an ocean. My blind faith; You follow me with your hope and devotion. I sing to your freedom. I'm lost to release you. No heaven waits for you, my sweet. I'll follow your demise to hell and beyond.

[countless-potr]

Interesting! Let's see my legal first name is actually the feminine version of my dad's nick name... that's probably not weird

So I'll just look up his name! "Noble"

And my last name is-! "Son of ◼️◼️◼️◼️" ... ok

Ok! ◼️◼️◼️◼️ means "Crown"

Hmm, very royal. What can I do with this 🤔

This lady is a secret duchess living in Tennessee falling in love with a beefy cowgirl with a 5 year old daughter. She's just trying to sell her homemade strawberry jam on the side of the road but her family wants her to come home, not because they love her. Its so they can marry her off to a rich man and save the family from bankruptcy.

The beefy cowgirl who comes by to buy a jar of jam every week has dirt under her nails, biceps bigger then the duchess's neck, and the kindest smile she's ever seen. She complains about her baby daddy, brags about her daughter, and asks about her day. They fall in love slowly as they start to run into each other more and more often until one night a broken down tuck and a heavy rainstorm forces the duchess to take refuge at the cowgirls house. Wouldn't you know it there's more then one bed! But that's ok they just need one. Anyway.

The next day the baby daddy rolls into town but he's not there for his ex or his kid. He's there for the duchess. Turns out he's the very rich man her family wanted her to marry and he's come to fetch his bride. You see he's in deep legal trouble. An old member of his crew of diamond thieves (how he got filthy rich) was recently caught and he has less then a month before they testify and he gets arrested. But duchess's country doesn't extradite royalty so he as to marry and flee the country fast.

When seduction, bribery, and threatening fail to work he resorts to blackmail. You see, it turns out cowgirl used to be part of baby daddy's crew and participated in dozens of international diamond thefts. She went into hiding (pregnant) after baby daddy screwed over his whole crew keeping the diamonds for himself. He even implies something terrible will happen to his own daughter to really twist the knife in. Duchess has no choice but to agree to marry this monster in order to protect the woman she loves.

He schedules a flight the next day and isolates duchess so she cant even say goodbye or explain what happened to cowgirl. Cowgirl doesn't except it so easy. She hunts down baby daddy and threatens him to tell her where duchess is but he's got goons to fight her off. He lies and tells her duchess betrayed her for his money. Cowgirl doesn't believe this for a moment and with the help of her bumbling sheriff friend (he's been here this whole time) she finds out he's got a fight booked at the small town airport. She makes a few calls and cashes in old favors.

The next day on the way to the airport duchess says something snarky and rude to baby daddy who backhands her and heavily implies the he's considering drugging her into a coma instead of having to pretend to be happily married after their wedding. Duchess considers running when they get out of the car but he's got to good a grip on her. Before they can reach the plane an FBI ambush springs and they're surrounded.

Turns out Cowgirl had been in negotiations with the FBI to turn evidence on baby daddy in order to clear her name and had enough friends in the bureau to get them them there fast. Baby daddy isn't willing to give up though. He uses duchess as a hostage and retreats into the plane. He pistol wips duchess and rushes to pilot the plane out of there himself but he didn't hit her hard enough this time and she comes back with a fire extinguisher and absolutely brains him. Meanwhile cowgirl is trying to run the plane down on her horse when it starts swerving. Duchess rips open the plane's door and leaps down into the cowgirls arms. They kiss as the plane crashes and burns in the background.

Fin

The name Jonathan means 'God has given' while the surname Sims means 'He who hears' and I could write an essay on the importance of the name and how it connects to the plot of tma but I CANT because all Jonny did was PLAGIARIZE his FUCKING BIRTH CERTIFICATE

[thatoneguy56fanfic]

Thanks @orangepanic for the tag! Oh man, this is gonna be a challenge lol. I have no idea how many WIP’s I have right now tbh.

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

1. Family Reunion (published)

2. Colossus Ink

3. Come Hell or High Water

4. Invisible Strings

5. One Day At A Time

6. Protector Of The Realm

7. Kuvira Gets Dicked Down By The Avatar

8. You’re The Only One I Want

9. It’s A Surprise Baby!

10. There’s No Place I’d Rather Be

11. In This Life Or The Next

12. The Lava Dragon

13. Family Picture Day

14. Love Bites

15. Love & Dance

16. The Night Is Darker Without You

17. MILF Kuvira AU

18. Fake Marriage AU

19. Let Me Show You How Much I Love You (published)

20. Wild West AU

21. Curse Of The Harvest Moon

22. One Step At A Time

23. Meet Cute

24. Days Gone By

25. Children Of The Moon

26. Coffee Shop AU

27. Runaway Bride (published)

28. What The Cat Dragged In (published)

29. A Captain & An Avatar

30. Survival Of The Nudist (published)

31. Falling Through Time

32. Presumed Dead

33. The Avatar’s Bodyguard (published)

34. Half A World Away, And I Need You Now

35. Sun, Sand, And Sea

36. Hearts Of Ice

37. Save A Satobile, Ride A Cowgirl (published)

38. What’s Left Behind (published)

39. What Lies Beneath (published)

40. Falling A Little More Day By Day (published)

41. Expanding The Family

42. Can’t Wait To Meet You

43. Heart Of Stone

44. Canon Korvira Arranged Marriage AU

45. The Avatar Vs Common Chores

46. Republic City Frankenstein

47. Cat & Mouse

48. The President’s Club (published)

49. Pushing Buttons

50. Lemme Check Your Pipes

51. Girl’s Night

52. Book 6: Cataclysm (published)

53. The Cost Of Duty

54. The Metal Clan

55. RCU Diaries (published)

56. A Friendly Spar (published)

57. Kuvira’s Story

58. Chimes At Midnight (published)

59. The Right Lighting

Oh. My. Gods. I didn’t think I had this many WIP’s lmfao. And that’s even including the ones I had to delete because I’m no longer interested in writing them. Yeah, I don’t even know 59 people to tag in this post, so I’ll just say that I’m no pressure tagging anyone who wants to participate.

[solifloris]

╰┈➤ ❝ YOUTIFUL | comfort smut. an individual oneshot series ft. caleb, rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne.

premise: it happened, sometimes. though you could look at life through rose-colored glasses all you wanted, there were still reminders all around you that things won't always go by so perfectly. on some days, the struggle would become harder and harder to ignore... until it's overwhelming. exhausting. and fortunately, on days like that, they will always remind you that you aren't alone—and maybe, then, things don't have to be so bad anymore. on your darker days, the love & deepspace boys soothe you through your anxieties. general tags: pwp (with plot), afab!reader, softdom!boys, reader deals with negative thoughts and insecurities, hints of anxiety and depression, fluff, mild angst, essentially just gentle comfort smut (but sex is not used as a coping mechanism)

status: 3/5 works completed.

these onshots contain SEXUAL CONTENT, and are only for those 18+. if you are a minor, please do not interact. I BLOCK MINORS AND BLOGS WITHOUT ANY AGE INDICATOR.

*** some works are still in progress. wip tags subject to change. ***

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tags : reader has social anxiety, reader has general insecurities, unwarranted catcalling, caleb gets pretty protective in this, cuddling, kissing, heavy petting, oral (f receiving), praise and reassurance, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, soft and slow sex, but it gets pretty rough towards the end, use of pet names "pipsqueak" "baby" "pretty"

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tags : soft!sylus, reader experiences self-isolation as a coping method, reader has general insecurities/feels unloved, mention of crying, mention of communication issues, cuddles, talking things out, praise and reassurance (lots and lots of it), kisses, body worship, heavy petting, marking, nipple play, clit play, use of nicknames "sweetie" "dearheart" "darling"

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tags : hints of switch!rafayel, reader is hesitant with intimacy, descriptions of self-esteem issues and general insecurities, mentions/implications of toxic relationships, implications of dubcon (not with rafayel), praise and reassurance, kissing and making out, heavy petting, first time sex (with each other) (no virginity loss), masturbation (f), oral (m. receiving), vaginal sex, cowgirl and missionary positions, unprotected sex, creampie, soft sex, use of pet names "cutie" "princess" "baby", references to card "fiery undercurrents"

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tags : reader has negative thoughts, implications of depression (not explicitly stated/mentioned), implication of self-harm (scars) (not detailed), slight arguing (ish), cuddling, praise and reassurance, kissing and making out, nipple play, slight clit play, fingering, soft and lazy foreplay, use of pet names "angel" "princess"

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tags : husband!zayne x wife!reader, reader has body insecurities and negative thoughts, kissing, heavy petting, body worship, praise and reassurance, nipple play, clit play, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, soft sex, slight dirty talk, slight cursing, use of pet names "sweetheart" "snowflake"

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『 whenever there's a chance, i'll tell you that you're amazing as you are; 'cause when you give me a glance, i'm sure that i see the universe in your eyes. 』

author's note : fun facts with roxie time !! i'm currently getting my masters degree in psychology and have had experiences with anxiety and depression in previous years, so this series is a bit special to me! and i hope it can offer a bit of comfort to some of you, too <3 BUT just to clarify! again, sex is not used as a coping mechanism here; any sexual intimacy between reader and the boys in this series is communicated, consensual, and done in a safe environment 🙌 please please practice good communication and coping methods !! 🤍

© solifloris. all rights reserved. do not: steal, copy, repost, reupload, modify, or claim any of my works as your own, regardless of credit given. absolutely do not use my works for AI training and other related purposes.

[hannieween]

part 5 teaser: city lights series | h.js

✮ pairings: joshua hong x afab!reader ✮ genre: smut mdni you'll get blocked ✮ aus: rock singer joshua, neighbours with benefits ✮ wc for teaser: 3k

↣ click here to read previous parts – click here to read my other fics

₊ nsfw tags under the cut!!

✮ tags: joshua's pov, smut with plot, big dick joshua, thigh grinding while joshua is on the phone (i know it's very cliché but i love it let me be), fingering (f), unprotected sex, cowgirl, creampie, pet names: pretty, baby, bunny, sweetheart, princess. | this is a wip, so it is not fully edited and is subject to change in the actual full part (> '–' <;)

more tags will be added in the full chapter

part v — teaser

"I'm happy for you, Joshua," you told him with a small smile.

"Yeah, baby?" he purred and he could feel your legs tense up on his lap when he called you that.

"Yeah," you breathed sweetly.

"How happy are you?" he smiled, noticing that you weren't listening anymore.

"So happy," you whispered idly now, leaning forward to capture his lips with your own.

The kiss was brief but soft, your lips were the softer he's ever kissed, and he couldn't get enough of the softness. Joshua released your wrists and your hands instantly slid up his abdomen, a shudder ran down his body when your hands reached his chest and you were taking his tank top off.

"So, so happy," you muttered again dazedly. You landed a few kisses on his lips and then your attention was drawn to his neck, where you started placing open mouthed kisses.

A low laugh resounded in Joshua's chest. "You're not sad I'm leaving?"

"Yes I am," you replied, again, almost in a daze.

"You're sad you won't be fucked this weekend, bunny?" he dared ask, feeling like he was crossing multiple lines.

"What?" you blurted, that seemingly snapping you out from your trance. "Joshua!"

He chuckled when he heard your high pitched voice reprimand him. "Answer the question."

"No, Joshua! I will miss you," you replied with a nervous tinge in your voice.

"Why?" he bit his lip.

Lately, he had been crossing the line of being just your fuckbuddy. And he knew that. But something troubled him and every time he tried to press about it, you'd get nervous and brush him off.

"You-you're my friend, you-," you frowned, stopping suddenly and slapped his shoulder harder this time. "Stop playing games, Joshua Hong!"

The tone your voice acquired whenever you chastised him was amusing to him, he even threw his head back a bit as he laughed at your reaction.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop," he said finally. "I'll miss you too, bunny."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Yeah, right."

He didn't get a chance to respond, your lips were on his when he tried to say some quippy response.

He meant it though—although he wasn't sure what exactly he would miss. It was only a weekend.

His fingers found the hem of your t-shirt and yanked it off your body, his train of thought fading to the back of his mind when he realised you weren't wearing a bra.

"Can I mark you again?" you asked eagerly after his hands started cupping your breasts.

"Yeah, go ahead," he replied, not really caring that his skin was healing from the other darkened spots.

You sighed softly in his neck when his fingers toyed with your nipples. "Fuck," you breathed and pressed your hips against his.

"You're swearing more often," he pointed with a smile.

"Sorry," you mumbled back shyly, kissing the spot below his ear.

"Fuck," he tensed up when you sucked his skin on the sensitive area. "Don't worry," he giggled softly.

"Maybe I need to stop hanging out with you," you mumbled jokingly, he could even feel you smiling on the crook of his neck where you landed another lovebite.

"Mmm yeah, maybe," he replied aloofly.

"Would you like that, Joshua?" you asked and for a moment he liked that you were asking that question with the same intonation he uses when he asks you things while fucking you.

And to think you almost call him 'baby', too.

"No," he replied shortly. "I wouldn't."

Your lips reached his collarbones and he muttered more cuss words.

"You're so sensitive," you teased against his skin with a tinge of fondness in your tone.

Joshua couldn't make a reply again, feeling like it was self explanatory: his body liked you. Everything you did to him felt a million times better than anything ever did before.

You pressed your core down on his hardening cock and he groaned louder.

"Do you want me to take my pants off?" you asked sheepishly, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Fuck, yes, please," he muttered with a sigh.

You said nothing about him completely forgetting to dom you, instead, you smiled sweetly at him and stood from his lap. Your fingers played with the band of your sweatpants and when you stepped out of them, his mouth parted a little.

Joshua loved how confident you had become. When he first met you and slept with you, your body language was down right timid, which was totally okay to him, he also found it cute. He found it cute to see your fingers would tremble and the stutter was a bit more prominent. But now, you were more playful with him, even flirty sometimes.

"I like that on you, baby," he muttered when all you wore was a pretty lacey thong. "Did you wear it for me?"

"Yeah," you replied coyly.

Joshua swallowed thickly. "Can you show me?"

You silently nodded and slowly turned around to show him. He smiled through a soft sigh when you displayed your nearly naked body to him.

Then, much to his disgrace, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

"Ignore it," he mumbled. "It's probably Jihoon again."

"What if it's important?" you asked.

"You're right," he replied and fished his phone out of his pocket. "What is it, now?" he growled into his phone when he picked up Jihoon's call.

"Damn, why are you pissy again?" Jihoon said. "I'm calling you to tell you something about the setlist and dynamics because I think we need to rehearse more," he begun.

"Can't this wait?" Joshua groaned and threw his head back in the couch.

"This is important," he pressed. "We only have a few days to prepare. Then, who knows what we'll be able to do."

Joshua closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "Be quick."

Jihoon started rambling. That was all Joshua could hear, essentially. Just babbling about stage dynamics, setlist order, specific details about lyrics, everything.

Something soft landed on his bare thigh and he opened his eyes to find you rolling his shorts up uncovering his thigh. Then you pressed a knee in the couch beside him and then you sat your pretty, wet pussy on his thigh and your hips started swaying back and forth.

At least you could have some fun through this, he thought.

He felt torn between Jihoon's voice telling him important things about the upcoming weekend's two-night concerts and you riding his thigh. His eyes landed on your forgotten thong lying on the floor and he smiled.

"Are you there? I'm telling you something important," Jihoon reprimanded, getting annoyed.

"I'm here," he replied flatly. His hand slid on your hip to press down on you, indicating that you could go harder on his thigh. Your eyes found his, you looked flustered and hot.

Your eyes widened, your pouty lips and your brow slightly furrowed as you continued riding his thigh.

He moved his hands from your hip and gently teased one of your nipples with his thumb and pointer finger. You bit your lower lip and pressed your pussy harder on his tensed muscles of his strong thigh.

"Are you there?" Jihoon said. "I'm thinking of changing Dawn to be the closing song."

"Mmm, no. I think it's best if we end with a bang, don't you think?" Joshua replied expertly, not caring that he barely heard what his bandmate was saying before that.

"Yeah, you're right. We're playing for a bigger crowd and opening for a heavier band. So maybe we should include more of our old songs, since those are a bit heavier."

"Yeah, yeah. Sounds great," Joshua muttered. His eyes trained on you, a few strands of your hair had stuck on your wet lips and when you exhaled softly, they fell at the side of your face.

"And what about our new songs?"

Your hands were anchored in his shoulders, fingers digging on his skin so hard it hurt him a bit.

But he didn't care, he knew you were close because you started to sway your hips harder and with a certain rhythm, not exactly fast but your mouth was parting the same way it always does when you're almost there.

"What about them?" he replied, trying not to hang up in that minute and help you out.

His thumb started to rub one of your nipples, making your hips stutter in their sway a little and you started twitching on his lap, coming on just grinding against him.

His big eyes lifted to yours, a pleased smile drawing on his face as he watched you came.

"When should he play them?" Jihoon asked with an obvious tone.

"They should be the first songs of our set," Joshua replied flatly, seeing you come silently on his leg until your hips stopped swaying.

His hand grabbed you by your hip, motioning to move a little and you stilled on his lap, pulling back so that you weren't sitting on hips lap.

Then a moan escaped you when he slipped his fingers inside your wet cunt.

"What was that?" his bandmate asked slowly.

"What are you talking about?" Joshua asked back, feigning innocence with mastery.

"I thought I heard—whatever, I'm going crazy," he sighed.

"You and me both, man," Joshua said through a breath, although it was evident to him that they weren't talking about the same thing.

You started riding his fingers and he knew you were enjoying being heard because you started moaning more frequently, small groans fell from your soft lips, your eyes fluttering close when he started palming your clit as you rode two of his fingers.

"So, that would be the setlist. We need to rehearse man, a lot," his bandmate told him reproachfully. "

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, Jihoon," he muttered absentmindedly.

"Now, about the transportation of our things."

Joshua groaned out of frustration and you smiled at him. He looked so cute to you, his pouty lips and furrowed brow. Joshua decided he was going to spice things up a bit, so he introduced a third finger.

"Oh god," you muttered and his palm pressed harder on your clit. "Fuck, that's good."

Jihoon was discussing details about the transportation of their instruments. The tour production of the band they were opening to actually provided them with the sound equipment so he wasn't too worried he had to rent something. So he didn't listen to what his bandmate was saying.

Because you started moaning again, your face telling on your second orgasm. You were determined on making yourself cum again, the movement of your hips changed and you were practically pressing on his hand so hard it started to go numb.

"God, Joshua," you breathed and started moaning, over and over again, cumming loudly on his fingers.

"Is that—are you watching porn?" Jihoon finally asked.

"Nope," Joshua muttered simply.

"Why does that sound like porn?" he sounded scandalized.

"I'll call you later, Jihoon. Bye," Joshua tossed his phone to the side and his free hand pulled you from the nape of your neck to kiss you hungrily as your pussy clenched his fingers hard.

"Having fun, princess?" he asked gruffly on your lips, then he nibbled your lower lip softly with his teeth.

"Mmm yeah," you replied sweetly, smiling playfully at him. "What was your call about?"

"Nothing that important," he said dismissively. "He might've heard you though."

"Oh, god. Really? Did he mention something?" your eyes widened.

"He thought I was watching porn," he smiled amusedly at you.

"God, that's so embarrassing," you replied, biting your lip and then you stood from his lap.

Joshua stuck his soaked fingers on his mouth, licking your slick off of him with a pleased groan. You were standing between his spread legs, so he just grabbed you by your hips to place soft wet kisses on your tummy.

"Can I—can I ride you?" you asked with a tiny voice as your fingers tangled in his dark hair,

"Yes, baby, fuck yes," he groaned and sat back when your hands gently pushed him by the shoulders.

You grabbed the waistband of his shorts and briefs and pulled them down together, undressing him completely.

"Fuck, baby. You're really needy today," he muttered in amazement.

"I was thinking of you today," you explained with a shrug as you sat back on his lap, straddling him on your couch. "Couldn't get you out of my mind."

"Why, what were you thinking of?" he asked, grabbing you by your hips again as your hands found his shoulders again to help yourself not lose your balance.

"I was thinking of doing this," you nodded to his naked body sitting on the couch.

"Mmm so you were fantasizing while writing your book?" he asked as your hand wrapped around his big cock and stroke his shaft.

"I couldn't even get work done," you nodded with a sigh. "It's driving me crazy."

Your thumb rubbed the precum gathering on the tip and he swallowed thickly as he processed what you just said to him.

You propped yourself on your knees, his hands guiding you down as you held his cock for you to ease yourself down on it.

Joshua groaned, his hands involuntarily clenching on your lovehandles. You also moaned loudly, shuddering hard on top of him as you bottomed out on his cock.

"So big," you sighed tiredly.

Joshua let out a faint laugh, his hands moving your hips back and forth slightly, urging you to move.

"Okay?" he muttered, his voice already strained.

"Yeah, 'm okay," you nodded, anchoring yourself with your hands on his marked chest.

"Fuck," Joshua swallowed hard and threw his head back slightly, his fingers trying to dig holes into your skin.

You started riding him faster, his hands shifting from your hips to your ass, following your movements as you practically bounced on his cock.

"Joshua," you whimpered. "Let me kiss you."

That was a bit of a problem to him.

It took him some moments to realise it at first, but when you dipped your had to lock your lips with his own, he moaned. He was just so weak for you, he usually found it so hard to contain himself when he was with you, but when you started landing kisses on him, he just couldn't resist.

You blinked and locked eyes with him, a frown appearing on your face when Joshua pulled his head back with a guttural groan. His hands grabbed your hips and forced them to stop, retracting your wet, throbbing pussy from his cock abruptly.

"Fuck, sorry, fuck. I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, clenching his jaw hard and screwing his eyes close.

"What's wrong?" you asked, reading his face desperately.

"Shh," he shuddered slightly.

You understood what was happening, and when Joshua opened his eyes again, he found you smiling.

"What's wrong?" you asked again when allowed to you ease back down on his cock.

He licked his lips and shot you a brief look. "Almost came," he muttered shyly.

"From kissing me?!" your voice shot up an octave higher.

He groaned and threw his head back again on the couch and nodded wordlessly.

"Why?" you pried.

Joshua's hands were kneading on your sides, trying to get you to move a little faster, since it seemed that you had forgotten to continue riding him.

"I like it," he replied and his eyes shot you a dark look when you laughed.

"Sorry. I shouldn't laugh, 'm sorry," you tried to regain control of yourself but a big smile spread on your face, you even looked teary eyed for a second.

But Joshua smiled too despite himself. "You find that funny, princess?"

"A bit, yeah. It's cute," you muttered, suppressing a moan when you found a certain angle that you liked, you leaned forward a bit, taking his cock in your walls slowly.

"Cute?" Joshua snorted.

"All this time I thought—I was so dumb," you sighed and smiled to something only you appeared to be knowing of.

"What?" he pressed.

"Nothing," you shook your head and started riding his cock faster, earning a groan from him.

Then your hand sneaked in between you and him and started toying with your clit using your fingers. Joshua's eyes trailed down to where your bodies joined and saw your pretty fingers swirling around your swollen bud.

He might've come from the sight alone. He was biting his lip, watching you bounce on his cock, completely naked, making soft noises with your mouth as you appeared to be reaching your release again.

"Oh, Joshua—I'm close," you mumbled, pushing your forehead against his. Your pussy was clenching harder and you stiffened a moan. "Fuck, so close, Joshua."

"Do you want me to cum with you, baby?" he asked, his fingers teasing your nipples softly.

"Yes, god, yes. Please, Joshua," you whimpered.

"Want me to cum inside too?" his voice was low and strained.

"Yeah, oh god, Joshua. Ah'm there," your hips pressed down him and your cunt squeezed him hard.

"God, fuck baby," he muttered and his hands grabbed you to help you keep moving on his cock as you went completely languid, succumbing to your third orgasm.

You leaned down and pressed your forehead on the crook of his neck, muffling the sounds of your whimpers and cries of pleasure as you came. Soft wet kisses and nibbles on his skin made him moan and cuss, the tip of your tongue swiped a line on his neck to his earlobe and that tipped him over the edge.

Joshua pushed his hips forward, thrusting his cum deep inside you, riding both your orgasms in a frenzied craze, he screwed his eyes shut while you continued to place lovebites in the crook of his neck, your body almost convulsing against his.

He was breathing hard, feeling like he almost passed out right there on your couch, his cock still inside your walls. What kept him conscious was the fluttering sensation on his chest, your heartbeat banging so fast against his that for a second he thought of asking you if you were feeling it too.

Fuck, he would miss this. Even if it was only a weekend.

₊ tagging: @aaniag @dkluvrsclub @zezedoesshit @purediva @lleercy @vivibelov3d @spiderlingh @kiwimash12 @mawwnsterr @cottoncheol @f3v3rs @kyeomooniee @amoryeonjun @hooniewnderland @jwirecs @scoupsjin @honglynights @neofixcs @mental-hollows @dr3aluv5 @yogurttea @hearts4faey @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @ycvcfbs

hey lovelies!! i hope you liked the teaser!

i'll post full part a soon as it's finished!!

bye!! ヾ(•ω•`)o

[mayhem24-7forever]

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😈 🛠🍦 🌞 ❌ 👀

hello! thank you so much for sending this ask! I’ll be so honest, the username change threw me off for a second but I am SO GLAD you messaged! ily 💕

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I try not to be too mean bc I am a baby who cannot handle unhappy endings BUT I will say that my whumptober Rhett fic The Littlest Cowgirl and the Mean Old Bull (x) was almost completely made just from angsty things I said in the Top Gun server to torment my friends. 😂

🛠️ What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

I used to use Pages but now I prefer to use Google Docs because it’s so much easier to share with friends to beta read/leave comments

🍦What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?

Oof this is a hard one but probably the ongoing Time is Running Out series (x) because although there are some steamy moments I really, really enjoyed getting to write a softer side of my favorite cocky asshole Jake “Hangman” Seresin from Top Gun: Maverick.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Late at night, usually so late that it’s far into the next morning because I am a night owl with no self control 😂

❌ What’s a trope you will never write?

In terms of kinks: incest, underage, anything with water sports/scat

In terms of general tropes: I never say never but I’m not really a huge fan of doing unhappy endings like major character deaths and so having a fic end unhappily probably means the apocalypse is upon us and/or I have been replaced by an evil replacement and/or a cry for emotional help.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

SHAN I PROMISE I AM STILL WORKING ON THE STEVE HARRINGTON X READER X EDDIE MUNSON FIC “NEED YOU TONIGHT” FOR YOU! I know it has been AGES and you have the patience of a saint so here’s a fun little sneaky peeky for anyone who’s interested:

Eddie downed what was left of the almost empty bottle and put it down as he pushed off the wall to join Steve in the kitchen area. Steve put the pizza on the counter, took off his sunglasses, and was sticking the beers in the fridge when Eddie walked in.

“We need to talk, Harrington.” Eddie hissed lowly.

“Yes, her ass felt spectacular.” Steve replied with a smirk.

“No, Harrington. I’m serious.” Eddie shot back.

“Me too.” Steve said with a chuckle and Eddie grumbled, leaning in closer.

“Dude, I’m losing my fucking mind right now.” He said as Steve finished putting the beers in the fridge and stood up to look at Eddie properly. “If I watch her dance like that any longer, I’ll be cumming in my jeans. We have to do something.”

“Munson, we agreed that if anything with her is gonna happen for either of us, she’s gotta be the one to start it. We can flirt as much as we want, but no matter how sexy she is, or how much we want her, we can’t be the ones to make the first move. We agreed, man!” Steve replied, popping the top off of a beer bottle and taking a swig.

“Harrington, fucking look at her right now.” Eddie hissed, swiping the bottle from Steve’s hand and taking a large swig.

Steve sighed, grabbing another bottle and popping the top off before peeking his head around the kitchen cabinets to look into the living room.

He watched her dance for thirty seconds or so and then turned back to Eddie, adjusting the front of his pants awkwardly. “Yeah, we need to figure this out—and fast! I can’t look at her in that top all night and not ask her to fuck me. One of us needs to drop out.” The pair silently looked at one another, waiting for the other to just give up but neither of them said a word.

Thank you so so much for sending these in! I had so much fun! I love you bb 💕

[hillelf]

i want to be a cowgirl, baby — a casual, untitled wip about an outlaw in the west.

i fell to much in love with a version of one of my ocs that i made in red dead online. and because the original story i plan on using that oc for is currently nothing more than a very general concept, i decided to make a story that basically fleshes out the cowgirl version of her! ocs from other wips, such as cain ornigana and their mothers, as well as other ocs from my rdr oc’s original story, will be featured in this wip.

genre: western; adventure

themes: moving on; right vs wrong; mortality; romance; found family

characters: yivian schmidtz; cain, giselle, and mayleen ornigana; hira karki; kahayag nakumura; lucy brown

Don’t judge Yivian Schmidtz by her appearance. She may be a young woman, yes, but she’s a brave one, and with a gun— disrespect her and what she believes in, and you won’t even have time to wish the world goodbye.

It’s the turn of the century, and the Ornigana gang is still working to achieve their goal. Even now, they continue to take from those that have more than they need to give to those who have little. But just like many others, Yivian has begun to wonder if there’s a place for folks like her in this modern world.

[f1gments]

DETOUR - HAYAKAWA AKI |早川アキ (M)

You and Aki are supposed to be on your way back from a mission, but the rain that’s been pouring non-stop has Aki pulling over to the side of an empty road for safety precautions. It doesn’t look like it’s stopping any sooner, so what better way to spend that time than to have sweaty, breathy, messy sex in the back seat?

MINORS DNI

Pairing: aki x fem!bodied reader

word count: 8.0k

R18, making out, smut, car sex, protected sex, semi-public sex, handjob, oral sex (towards Aki), vaginal fingering, nipple licking, cowgirl position, missionary, vaginal sex, teasing & dirty talk, softdom aki (?), boyfriend aki

he smokes for a little bit. also calls you baby a few times.

authors note: car sex fic among my list of wips that i’ve been wanting to put out for ages, so ya’ll can thank the amount of horny i had in order to push through with this fic lol. also big thank you to my darling @meownotgood for beta reading and revising! and also adding fuel to the aki horny. i give you big kith <3 <3

18+ explicit content ahead. please for the love of god DO NOT interact if you’re a minor.

Aki exhales a long, defeated sigh from the driver’s seat. 

“It looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.” he says, switching the car engine off. 

It's been pouring non-stop from the moment you left the city, but the rain has only grown heavier, to the point where it's difficult to see the road — or anything, for that matter. All you can make out through the droplet-soaked windows are the elusive silhouettes of houses and the blurred lights from the street lamps. The sky is gloomy and dark, puffy gray clouds obscure the sun. 

The two of you were supposed to be on your way back to headquarters after completing a mission Makima had sent you on. According to file reports and a call she received, the Rat Devil was going around terrorizing citizens in a small district on the far outskirts of Tokyo. 

The mission itself was simple: kill the Rat Devil and report back to Makima upon confirmation of its extermination. By the time you and Aki arrived, almost half the neighborhood was killed — or rather, eaten, so there wasn't any need for search and rescue. The devil was dealt with rather easily. You and Aki would have been at headquarters and done with all of this by now, if it wasn't for the sudden rainstorm interrupting that plan. 

So, here you are, parked at the side of an empty road with Aki, biding your time until the rain stops. 

You're a little bored, sure, but this isn't all bad. It feels good to relax a bit before you have to go back to headquarters; you can already see the giant stack of paperwork waiting for you. 

You hum as you shrug off your coat, before leaning your head against the headrest. You stare out the foggy window; there's a couple of houses up ahead that you can see from where you're parked, and beside them is a small playground. The whole neighborhood looks empty, as expected. You don’t think any kids will be coming out to play in this weather. 

The sound of the rain echoes a rhythmic pitter patter against the roof of the car. It's soothing, like it could lull you to sleep. You allow your tired eyes to close, and you almost drift off, but in a few moments, the sudden realization of being stuck in the rain, all alone somewhere secluded with your boyfriend begins to form an idea inside your head. 

It's not the best idea to be thinking of right now, sure. But considering it's been raining non-stop for ages now, and considering you need some way to pass the time, you wouldn't exactly say it's the worst thing you could come up with. 

You're just not sure about getting Aki to agree to it. You can already hear his response in your head: Really? You want to have sex right now? That's… We can't. Just wait until we get home. 

You've been dating Aki for an entire year now, and sex isn’t exactly new to you anymore, since you both gave each other your firsts on the fifth month of being together. But even now, Aki still blushes whenever you undress in front of him, or when you ask if you can suck him off during foreplay. 

He always tells you that you don't have to do anything for him, because he feels good just by watching you come undone on his fingers, his mouth giving you soft kisses on your clit while his tongue gives you long licks until your toes are curling as you cum. He's still the same as when you first met him, too shy to make the first move, and so dedicated to your own pleasure that he forgets about his own. 

And you know he's definitely too embarrassed to consider having sex in a place like this. You've never done anything remotely intimate with him in any place besides the bedroom. Hell, sometimes he's too embarrassed just to kiss you in public. 

You think you have an idea to convince him, though. 

You turn to look at Aki, who has one hand resting on the steering wheel, his fingers tapping a random beat against it. He rests his chin in the palm of his other hand, elbow on the side panel of the door. The rain continues to fall, drumming against the rooftop, as though it’s trying to flood the empty streets outside, to wash off all that is unjust and evil. 

Aki fidgets in the driver's seat for a moment, before you watch him pull out his pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his pants. He lights one up with the baby blue lighter you always see him use, and then he twists the key in the ignition, putting it in accessory mode so only the lights and radio turn on. 

He rolls the window down enough for him to flick the ashes out of it, making the petrichor invade your nose for a few moments. The rich, familiar smell of smoke he exhales replaces it, the wind drifts the scent towards you, along with the faint warm and woody cologne that emanates from him. 

You gaze at his handsome features in awe, admiring his side profile; the dull luminescence overcasting a shadow on his angular jawline and high cheekbones, eyes of welded iron and a gaze just as hard — Eyes that have seen more than anyone could possibly imagine in one lifetime. An upper lip that protrudes a little further than the lower, and cheeks of dusty pink; they soften his expression, and his demeanor of steel.

You shake your head before you end up getting lost in your thoughts any further. You inhale deeply, breathing in the remainder of smoke, and the gentle scent of the cologne clinging to his clothes once again. 

“Hey, Aki…” 

His attention goes to you the second he hears your voice, deep blue eyes scanning your gentle features and your unreadable expression. He notices that you've taken your coat off. 

“Hmm, what’s wrong?” Aki replies softly. “Are you feeling warm? I can turn the air conditioning on for a bit if you’d like.” He reaches for the air conditioning valve on the dashboard, but you grab his hand to stop him, shaking your head. 

“I’m fine. It’s something else.” You peer up at him through your lashes. His hand is warm. 

“What is it?” There’s a look of genuine concern apparent on his face as Aki puts out the cigarette in the portable ashtray he carries in his jacket. He scans all the parts of your body he can see — your arms, your hands, your neck, your shoulders, trying to see if there's any injuries, worried that you might have gotten hurt from the mission earlier. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

You shake your head again with a chuckle, and you grab both of his hands, squeezing them tightly. “No, Aki. I told you, I’m fine. It’s just that...” 

You can't help but trail off; feeling a little embarrassed, you start to fiddle with his fingers, averting your eyes. 

“Spit it out already." Aki sighs impatiently, making you chuckle again. 

“So impatient.” you answer, smirking, to which Aki gives you an unamused blank stare. 

“I was thinking we could do something fun to pass the time." 

Aki raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”

You lean in closer, and since the space between you and him in the car isn’t very big to begin with, your lips are already inches away from his. 

You cup his chin between your finger and your thumb and whisper, “Like this…” 

At once, you've closed the distance, and your lips press softly to his. Aki's eyes widen, but soon, he's relaxing into the kiss, his shoulders slumping, his eyes fluttering shut. The smell of you consumes his senses: vanilla and lavender, utterly intoxicating. 

When the kiss deepens, he can taste the faint flavor of your lip gloss: cherry and mint. He kisses your lips over and over again like he can't get enough, soft but hungry at the same time. 

You move to climb on top of him, and Aki adjusts himself, leaning back in his seat to give you enough space to straddle him comfortably. Your tongue presses to his; you kiss languidly and deeply, taking time to explore each other’s mouths. Your lips feel so good against his own, so perfect. They're fogging up his mind, like you're demanding him to forget everything except for you — and it’s working. 

Your hands grip tightly onto his shirt as Aki skims his fingers down your shoulders and across your sides, resting them onto the curve of your waist. Right now, neither of you are thinking about getting back as soon as possible, or your lives, or anything like stupid devils and more missions. It’s just the both of you focusing on each other, and Aki’s mind is consumed only by thoughts of how good you make him feel. 

You both pull away breathlessly, foreheads resting against one another. Still catching your breath, you roll your hips into Aki's lap hesitantly, testing the waters. Aki groans, but he gives your waist a firm squeeze, stopping you from continuing. 

“We… we can’t. Not here." Aki looks at you through heavy eyelids. “Someone might see us.” 

You slide backwards a little on his lap as much as the small space will allow, until you feel the steering wheel press into your back. Your hand slowly travels up his thigh, fingers playing with the zipper of his pants. 

“Well, I guess we’ll have to be quick then.” You flash him a grin, but Aki stares back with an unamused expression. You reach up, toying with the earring on his lobe, resisting the urge to pinch his cheek. “Come on Aki, we haven’t seen another car for three hours. I doubt anyone’s going to see us in this rain.” 

Aki doesn't respond, so you take matters into your own hands: in a few seconds, you've grasped the button on his slacks and popped it open. You're tugging the zipper down, relieving some of the pressure when you hear Aki inhale sharply, his eyebrows furrowed, but he doesn't make an attempt to push you away. 

“Stop that.” 

His voice is weak, it's shaky, it lacks the bite you normally hear out of him when you're at work. And even though he's telling you to stop, Aki's body betrays him. You can feel the bulge that's forming underneath his slacks, you notice how he lifts his hips a little to make it easier for you to tug his pants down. Your smirk grows wider. 

“Do you really want me to stop?” you hum, moving closer to whisper into his ear. 

“Baby-” Aki quips sharply, almost like a warning, but you continue your ministrations; you rub where the hem of his briefs meets his stomach with your thumbs, you kiss him softly behind his ear. 

“Don’t you want me too?” You pull back to meet his eyes, and you tilt your head to the side, your lips pulling up into a coy smile. Aki's heart skips a beat at the sight. 

Aki swallows thickly. “I…” 

It’s not that he doesn’t want you. It's just that he'd much rather have you somewhere more comfortable, more familiar. When he's looking at you like he is now, his head spins with the thought of driving you home, tossing the door open only to carry you to his bedroom and pin you to the bed. He imagines your hands gripping the sheets, your voice calling his name with his head buried between your legs, his lips on your clit and his mouth on your pussy. 

No, he definitely wants you, and he can't deny it, he can't stop thinking about it now that you've got him started. 

Before Aki can give you a reply, you lean into his neck, giving him a few soft, teasing kisses on his warm skin, before you pull back and look at him again with the same imploring smile. 

Aki sighs, half in annoyance, half in submission. You can see the affection behind his eyes when he looks at you; deep down, he’s a pile of mush, unbelievably endeared to you. He’s helpless when you ask for things out of the blue like this, especially when you give him such a pleading look with those doe-like eyes. 

Aki takes in a long, steady breath before he asks, “Are you sure you want to do this here?  Wouldn’t it be better if we wait until we get home?” 

“I’m sure. Besides,” You nod softly, smiling, “Don’t you think it’s a little exciting to fuck me in the car?” 

Oh, Aki thinks it’s very exciting. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he gets a certain rush just by imagining it, it's a kind of feeling he's never felt before. His dick throbs in his briefs when he thinks of fucking you in the backseat of the company car, and in public, no less. 

Part of him is still nervous — What if you both make a mess, what if someone catches you? But another part of him wants to chase that rush, he wants to have you right here, and right now. 

He tries to temper the fog in his head, focusing on the feeling of you against him. It's difficult when his heart is thumping loud in his eardrums, and when his core is thrumming with anticipation and need.   

“I need you, Aki.” 

Sometimes, he swears you can read his mind. 

“I need you too.” he replies, and you don’t miss the faint pink color dusted on his cheekbones. Aki swallows, and he takes a deep breath to steady himself. “Just this once. We'll do this just this once, got it?”

Aki motions his head over to the back seat, and you take the hint, quickly climbing into it. He follows suit shortly after, and everything is a blur of clothes coming off and hungry, heated and sloppy kisses. You're left in just your underwear, and Aki is left in just his loose work slacks. 

You can feel the familiar rush of white hot want course through your veins.You’re sure Aki feels the same way because in between kisses, when your hand goes back to stroking the tent in his pants, he seems to have only gotten harder. You give him one last firm squeeze, pulling away to position yourself on your knees in front of him. 

It's a tight fit; the company cars are spacious, but you're still crammed in between him and the back of the front seat, it leaves you to rest your head on his legs and press your chest to his knees. 

“What… what are you doing?” Aki stutters nervously, squirming a little in his seat when you reach for his slacks. You tug them down his legs the rest of the way until they're pooled at his ankles. 

“Making you feel good.” 

Your fingers feel warm on his skin when you push them under the waistband of his briefs. You help him out of them, his length bounces up to tap his stomach when you tug them all the way down. The sensitive, pink head tingles when it brushes against his skin, causing Aki’s entire frame to shudder with need. 

You waste no time gripping the base of his cock and spitting on the leaking tip, stroking him slowly. Aki spreads his legs a little wider for you as your palm swipes the tip, getting his length wet with your saliva and his precum; the sensation has him moaning in pleasure. 

Barely squeezing, you slowly move your hand up and down the shaft, you snicker a little when you hear him whimper slightly. You pump his cock lazily, and Aki reaches down, grabbing your arm to steady himself, thrusting his hips up into your hand, searching for more. 

And you give it to him; Aki’s head falls back against the headrest with a thud, and he grunts as you start to stroke him faster. “Feels… so good.” 

“More?” you ask, your voice husky. Aki nods feverishly in response.

“God, yes. Please. Don't stop, don't stop...” 

The slick noises filling the car and the sound of Aki's desperate begs add on to the growing ache between your legs, they mix with the echo of the rain tapping the roof of the car and the windshield. He mutters a strained fuck when you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and bring it to your warm tongue, giving the tip a tentative lick. 

“S-Shit…” Aki hisses, his breathing unsteady, “That's it… Keep going.”

At first, you start by just trailing kisses down his tip to the underside of his cock, and Aki shivers at the faint sensation. When you trail back up, starting to take him into your mouth, you feel his palm lay softly on the back of your head, and then his fingers knot themselves into your hair, gripping tightly, holding the loose strands away from your face in a makeshift ponytail. 

Aki watches you with his jaw slack, he quietly moans your name when your cheeks hollow, your head bobbing up and down his cock at a languid pace. 

Aki grips your hair a little tighter. His eyes meet yours, his gaze is heavy with lust and with love. “So good, you're doing such a good job.”

With your saliva involved, every time you suck on his cock with your lips closed, there's a nasty, loud squelch — It reminds him that this is happening right here, that you're sucking Aki's cock in the backseat. He's in so much bliss he's hardly thinking about it, he can only focus on the feeling of your tongue swirling around his dick, of your warm mouth and the tip of his cock slightly touching the back of your throat when he bucks his hips up. 

He rubs the back of your head gently, his eyelashes flutter when he looks at you. 

“Your lips… They're so pretty.” Aki tells you, and you pull away from his cock with a loud pop. 

“Yeah?” A teasing smile forms on your lips. “And you have a pretty dick.” 

Aki's cheeks instantly blossom with color, petals of dusty rose scattering across his handsome features. His pupils blow out deep, dark and wide. You've always thought Aki has the most beautiful pair of eyes, they're like a door to his soul. Pools of deep dark blue that you could drown inside if you weren’t so busy sucking the life out of him in the back of the sleek company sedan. 

You watch Aki draw his bottom lip between his teeth, hesitating, before finally, he gently pushes down on the back of your head, with so little force you almost don't feel it. 

“C’mon… keep going for me, just a little bit, please. Can you do that?" His voice cracks slightly, his tone high-pitched. You smile, nodding obediently, and you move back down to wrap your warm lips around him once again. 

“Mhmm.” The hum of your voice sends vibrations over Aki's cock, causing him to inhale a sharp breath through his teeth. You look up at him one last time, batting your eyelashes before sinking your mouth down on him completely, taking him all the way down your throat. Tears well at the corners of your eyes, and you shut them tight to will them away. 

Aki cries out, his thighs shaking. He stammers, “S-Shit, baby, too much, slow down...” 

He's trying his hardest not to thrust himself into your mouth. His eyes almost roll into the back of his head when he feels the tip of his cock brush the back of your throat again, and he clumsily pushes your hair behind your ears as you suck eagerly on his cock. 

It's so overwhelming, it's so much, it's more than he thinks he can take when one of your hands reaches up to grip the base of his cock, stroking in tune with your mouth, while the other massages his thigh, willing his legs to spread even further apart. But it feels so fucking good, Aki can't help but melt into you. 

“God,” he groans through heavy pants, “You take me so well, p-please, don't stop.” 

The way your hand glides up and down his cock along with your mouth is making Aki forget how to think straight. He feels dizzy, he knows he's getting close to the edge, and if he lets you keep going, he's sure he won't be able to stop himself from cumming. He grabs your wrist firmly — a silent demand to halt your actions — and he catches his breath. 

In compliance, you freeze, and Aki slips his hand up to hold the side of your face, to cup your cheek and slowly coax you up while he leans down. 

“C'mere.”

He pulls you into a fervent kiss, you press your palm to his chest and push him back into the seat until you can straddle his thighs and settle into his lap. 

Aki can taste himself on your tongue; it makes him feel high, but as you lift your hips, grinding your clothed cunt against his length, getting your underwear soaked and filthy and making Aki moan into your mouth, he suddenly stops you. He reaches down, he grabs your waist and causes you to freeze, pulling away from his lips, a confused expression on your face. 

No, no more. He needs you right now.

“I… I want to cum with you.” Aki admits, breathing hard, “I need to be inside you when I cum.” 

You nod with a gentle smile. “Okay. Of course.” 

You follow Aki's lead when he brings his palm to the small of your back, guiding you to twist and lay down in the backseat. The space is cramped, your head is propped up on the door, Aki has to slot his knee between your legs to make room for himself. The tight space makes it feel like he's even closer. 

Condensation has formed on the inside of the windows from the heat of your bodies. Aki cranes down to meet your neck. Your breath hitches at the first touch of his lips on your skin, right on your nape, and then down, his open mouth wet and warm on the flesh below your collarbone. 

“I’m gonna take your underwear off, okay?” he whispers softly without pulling away. You nod, and you lift your hips up slightly to allow him to pull down your lacy underwear. He tosses them to the side while he continues to leave gentle kisses on your chest.  

“Spread your legs open for me.” His words are like warm honey, sweet and dizzying when they drip from his lips to meet your ears. 

You obey, spreading your legs eagerly, as wide as the small space in the backseat will allow. Aki’s eyes grow dark with lust when he pulls back and sees your pretty pussy glistening in the low light, soaking wet for him — like a blooming flower, filled with sweet, sticky nectar. 

He grazes his fingers up your dripping slit, he sighs the moment he feels your slick drip out onto the digits. 

“God, you're so wet,” he croaks out, slightly breathless. His head dips, bangs hiding his face, and he tries to compose himself. “I'm gonna put one in.” 

Then, Aki is slowly pressing a finger into your tight walls, sinking it in all the way and curling it into your core, causing you to whine and arch your back, your chest pressing up towards him. You wrap one arm around his shoulders, and you grip his arm with the other, your hips bucking up as another finger teases your entrance before sinking deep inside. 

Your mouth falls open, your brows pinch. Aki kisses your forehead, he tugs you closer and leans down to brush his lips over your neck. 

“Feels good,” you whine, and Aki delicately rubs your clit with his thumb, sighing when he feels your walls clamp around his fingers. 

“Yeah?” He kisses your neck messily, curling his fingers into you deliciously. 

“I’m close, I'm close-” 

Your thighs close around his arm, and Aki slows his pace for just a moment. 

He asks, “Do you want me to stop?” 

Immediately, you shake your head, you plead for him to continue. Aki kisses your neck once more before he brings his lips to your ear, he presses his fingers into your sweet spot while toying with your clit, whispering honeyed words into your ear. 

You're so pretty, you gonna cum for me? Go ahead and cum, baby, I've got you. 

You tip over the edge just as he eases a third finger into you. You chant his name, your thighs shake and he drags his soaked fingers out to messily rub your clit through your orgasm with quick flicks of his wrist. 

Aki kisses you as you come down; it's like time is frozen, like it's just you and him stuck in this moment. Your lips melded to his while you breathe life into him, yet at the same time, take his breath away with each kiss you give to his lips. He only pulls away to catch his breath and briefly bring his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. 

“Hold on,” Aki reaches down onto the floor, searching for his pants. When he finds them, he fishes his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out a silver condom packet. 

“What?” You prop yourself up on your elbows, eyeing him up and down. “Since when have you started carrying those around?” 

Aki replies matter-of-factly, “Since we started dating.” 

You smirk. “We have plenty of those at your house, you know. Thought you didn't want to have sex in public.” 

“Oh, please,” Aki rolls his eyes, “I wasn't counting on using them for something like this. It's just… better to be prepared.” 

It's not a complete lie, although, Aki can't deny he was thinking of the two of you getting caught in something spontaneous when he first slipped the condom into his wallet. He definitely didn't imagine this would be the place he'd end up using it, though. 

You reach up, plucking the condom packet from his fingers, and Aki glances up towards the driver's seat. The sky seems even darker than before, and the rain is still pouring down, battering the glass and obscuring the view. The windows of the car are slightly tinted, and with this storm, there's still no-one to be found. 

You tear open the condom wrapper, and you're sliding the lubricated latex down his hardened cock when Aki turns to look at you again. He settles his much larger hand over your own, he helps you tug the condom snugly on his length. 

“So...” Aki starts, and you look up to meet his eyes. “You were planning on doing this without protection?” 

He's so perceptive, you can't help but laugh. “Maybe. You're right, though. It's better to be safe.” 

Aki's eyes narrow. His expression seems unamused, but the more he thinks about it, the more he considers what that would entail — fucking you raw, the deeper his cheeks redden. Perhaps he should have gone with what you wanted. 

“Hey,” Your voice rouses him from his thoughts, “Sit back for me.” 

As he leans back, settling into the seat, you climb into his lap to straddle him again, pressing your lips to his. Your palms roam up and down his chest, fingertips tracing the scars littered across his toned body. 

His tongue snakes against yours, he kisses you deeply. Your teeth nip at his bottom lip before you detach and kiss his chin, then the edge of his jaw, trailing kisses down his to his neck where you suck beautiful fields of lilac and dusty pink into his pale skin. Aki gasps; his hands drift down your waist, the shape of your hips, and the arch of your back until they begin to knead the soft flesh of your ass. 

You can't wait any longer; you raise your hips and grip the base of his cock, running the tip over your wet folds. Aki looks down, he watches, he bites down on his lower lip. Then, he meets your gaze, his eyes glazed over, his expression pleading. 

Finally, you align his throbbing cock to your entrance, bringing yourself down halfway, slowly. You feel the fat tip of his cock enter you, you feel it stretch you out. Aki throws his head back, his eyes closed. He already feels like he could cum, just from this. Just from being halfway inside you. 

“Shit,” he mumbles, “God, that feels so good, fuck, baby-” 

You're both panting, and you've barely even taken him. 

Aki cracks his eyes open to watch you sink down on his cock, the length slowly disappearing inside you. He sucks a hiss between his gritted teeth when you settle on him all the way, taking all of him in. Your heart is pounding wildly against your ribcage, your head is starting to spin. 

“Too deep?” Aki asks between pants, and you shake your head. A few moments go by, you listen to the rhythmic drum of rain, Aki rubs soothing circles on your back and gives you a minute to adjust. 

It feels so good to finally be inside you. Aki breathes in deeply, he groans when your hips shift. You take another few moments to compose yourself before you lift your hips a little, only to immediately drop back down on his cock, causing a low fuck to escape from his lips. 

You start bouncing up and down his length, and he leans forward, latching his mouth onto your nipple. His hand gently kneads your other breast. You moan softly, hands reaching up to tug his messy hair out of his topknot, until your fingers can run through the strands and your nails can drag across his scalp, making him grunt and his spine tingle. 

“You like that, baby?” you coo, and Aki hums in approval, sending vibrations over your breast. His eyebrows are knitted together, his eyelids are fluttered shut. 

He swirls his tongue around your nipple and kisses your breast before pulling away. Your pace is getting a little faster, a little harder. The car is filled with the sound of skin slapping skin as you ride him, and the needy whines and moans coming from both you and him. 

“I love it, love it so much,” Aki sighs, “S-So wet and tight for me.” 

You grind your pelvis into his, and he grips your waist to help you along. You start to feel Aki raising his hips up from the seat. Ever so slightly, at first, just trying to feel you a little deeper. And then, desperately — he's matching your rhythm and rutting up into you, fucking you as you ride him with needy whines and fragile gasps. 

His expression already looks so fucked-out: his pupils blown, his lips parted, hair down and messy to frame his face. He's practically drooling. 

“That’s it, baby,” you purr as Aki thrusts up into you again, moaning from the pleasure. “Show me how much you like it.” 

“Ngh — fuck.” Your words only seem to spur him on more. Aki digs his nails a little harder into your hips, he shakes his head to get his messy bangs out of his eyes. 

“Oh, yes.” you moan, gripping his broad shoulders to steady yourself, “Right there, please, right there-” 

Sweat drips from his forehead, droplets cascade down his chest. He's fucking right into your sweet spot, to the point where you hardly have to move, you just let him thrust into you. Your ass is slapping against his thighs. Aki kisses your cheek before grasping your chin between his fingers and pulling your mouth onto his. 

The kiss is a wild clash of tongue and teeth, but you break away almost as soon as it begins, crying out when Aki buries himself into you hard. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, gasping over and over again in pleasure. 

Suddenly, Aki's pace starts to slow, he's holding you still and trying to catch his breath. His thighs are twitching, and his heart is pounding, it's so loud he can hear it in his ears. 

“Not… not gonna last much longer like this,” he mumbles, and you sit up to meet his eyes. There's an earnest, loving expression in the back of his gaze when he asks, “Can we change positions?” 

You don't answer, still catching your breath, but you nod your head. Aki rubs your hips, he lifts you and pulls out of you slowly, he kisses your jaw and your throat. You feel his arm curl around the small of your back, and he gently maneuvers your body until you're under him, your back laying flat against the seat. The leather is cool and smooth on your skin. 

Aki takes in the sight of you for a few moments, his eyes scanning your form. He admires the way you're splayed out beneath him; so beautiful, so angelic, as you always are. This time, though, it's a little different. It's a bit different to see you here, to have you in a place like this. It somehow manages to be exciting, but just as intimate as when he has you in his bedroom at the same time. 

He can't hold back from telling you in a sweet voice, “You're beautiful. So beautiful.” 

He closes his eyes, he listens to the drum of the rain for a second. Then, he grabs your waist, squeezing it carefully to let you know he's continuing, before lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance. 

Aki is incredibly gentle when he enters you again, like he’s handling glass, easing inside of you slowly. But once he's halfway in, everything is so hot and wet and tight that he's nearly on the verge of losing control, he has to resist the urge to just fuck you senseless. 

He exhales a shaky breath, you watch as his eyebrows furrow and God, it's so good, he's about to bottom out and it's such a snug, tight fit but it's just so right. All you can do is wiggle your hips and sigh feebly under the pressure, with Aki's forehead pressed to yours as he fills you. 

He places one of his hands on your side, while the other grips your leg from where it's falling off the edge of the seat. He tosses it over his shoulder, he buries himself into the hilt. 

“So good, Aki...” you gasp, your voice breathless, desperate. Aki leans down; his tongue flicks over your earlobe, he takes it between his teeth and sucks. His palms roam your body, gliding over your stomach and your sides. He kisses the shell of your ear, his warm breath fans out over it. 

“God, please.” Your head tosses back, and you're begging for him to give you more, only for Aki to ignore your pleading. 

Your arms wrap around his neck, and he kisses down your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. His lips reach your breast, he gazes fondly at the pretty shade of your skin before brushing his lips over your nipple. He licks it with the flat length of his tongue while he reaches down, bringing a free hand between your legs to rub soft circles over your clit with his thumb. You feel a wave of bliss twist up your spine, your cunt tightens around Aki's thick cock and his whole body shudders. 

A shaky moan comes with your next words: “Aki… stop teasing. Please.” 

You wiggle your hips, you whine and grip his shoulders tightly as he continues to kiss and suck on your breast, humming softly. 

“Need you to fuck me, now, please, Aki?” 

A ghost of a smile forms across Aki's face. He pulls away from your chest with a quiet pop, glancing up to meet your gaze. He mumbles, “You sound so cute… you want me to move, right?” 

He rewards you with the slightest thrust of his hips, rutting himself into you, just a little bit. It's enough to make you gasp, to make you grip him tighter and tangle your fingers in his hair. 

He knows you want him to move, he just wants to hear you say it. 

Face warm and with your eyes screwed shut, you murmur his name senselessly, over and over again like a prayer, a plea. You mutter please, please, please again and again as Aki's lips ghost over yours, and then press to the side of your throat, where he kisses and lightly nibbles, leaving impressions of his teeth. 

He tries to hold out, he tries to tease you as much as he can, only moving slightly, just enjoying the feeling of being buried deep inside you and the sound of your pretty voice. But it's hard to resist you, especially when you're begging for him. He longs to give you everything you ask for. 

“Alright,” he murmurs, voice soft and gentle, “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you what you want.”

Aki rests his head on your shoulder, and as he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones, he quickens his pace, thrusting into you with deep, languid rolls of his hips. He reaches for your hands, pinning them above your head and threads his fingers with your own, holding them tightly. 

He pulls back and meets your eyes; your gaze flickers over his and you watch his brows furrow from the building pleasure. Then, Aki leans in, all the way until he's kissing you and his tongue is slipping past your lips. 

He begins to drill himself in fast, thrusting himself eagerly into you with long, deep strokes. The small space of the backseat causes his body to press up close to yours, and the perked buds of your nipples graze against his chest with every abrupt movement. Aki screws his eyes tightly shut, he lets go of your hands to hold the sides of your face as he kisses you. He focuses on the way your nails rake over his back. 

He kisses you leisurely, deliberately, as if he's trying to capture every inch of your sweet taste on the tip of his tongue. You whimper into his mouth; his cock is hitting the spot that always makes you melt, it's causing you to arch your back into him. His tempo doesn't slow, nor does it falter. He continues to pound into you, hitting that perfect spot and causing all your nerves to light up when his pelvis grinds into your swollen clit with each of his thrusts. 

His hand steadies on the curve of your hip, he keeps the connection between your mouth and his as his palm trails lower, further downwards until it reaches the warmth of your cunt. You're soaked with both of your desires, your clit feels slick on his fingertips when he toys with it. 

You grip him tightly, clutching onto him as if your bearings have been thrown and he is the only thing in this world that can keep you grounded — a solid rock amongst the heavy waves. You find sanity in the taste of his tongue, and stability in your hands grasping at his shoulder blades. He's close, so close. 

He pulls away from your mouth, his warm breath mixes with yours, and you immediately gasp, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” 

Aki responds with a deep groan, his voice husky. “I won’t baby, I’ll give it to you as much as you want.” 

He leans down, kissing the tip of your nose. And then, his tongue presses to your neck, he licks a long stripe up your skin, eliciting a stuttered whimper from your lips. Aki leans his head on your shoulder, he sighs into your nape. It's so cute, it's so sexy that you want him so badly. You're begging desperately under him, when moments earlier you were the one teasing him, like the little minx you always are. 

You're always like this. You can tease him as much as you'd like, but he knows how much you need him. That's why you had him fuck you here, without being patient enough to wait for the two of you to get home. 

The rain is just as steady as it was when you began. It overpowers the echo of Aki's skin hitting yours, it's a quiet sort of lull that soothes you the moment the sound fills your ears. Everything feels slow, warm and sleepy and tinged with electricity. Is this how things always were with him? 

You reach for his face, you cup his cheeks and get him to look into your eyes. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, I love you so much.” Aki responds immediately, breathlessly, and he slows down the rhythm of his thrusts. 

In this beautiful instance of time, nothing matters, absolutely nothing but you. 

You take him into your broad oceans of adoration, care, and unadulterated love. You sweep him out into your calm oceans and away from the rocky shores which expose the jagged edges of his past, a life already lived, that still manages to cut at his bones, that still digs deep into his sanity and claws at the worst of him. 

Right now, you look heavenly, your hair splayed out onto the dark, leather seats, the warm light reflecting off your skin. Aki marvels at your beauty; the way the overcast lighting and shadows from outside cast over you makes you glow as if you're a piece of the moon itself, dislodged and sent down to earth to bring the brightest of lights into his life. An ethereal being for him to love and adore, who he's lucky enough to have all for himself.

Slowly, he works back to his previous pace, but his eyes never leave your form, he never stops gazing at you with such adoration and love. Your heart flutters ceaselessly inside of your chest. 

Honestly, Aki is so turned on he's starting to lose control of himself. The mere sight of you underneath him, in the backseat of the company’s car, in the middle of an empty street — it’s something Aki couldn't have imagined in his wildest dreams. And yet, it feels so lovely to have you here, so perfect, he just can't get enough. 

The simmering pressure that's been building up in him, deep and potent, begins to rapidly pool in his core to the point where Aki is sure he won't be able to hold back for much longer. The coil in his stomach is tightening, winding and threatening to snap. His bottom lip is bitten to hell and back, and his parched throat murmurs your name with a harsh sense of yearning. 

Aki looks down at you with a hooded gaze, but he ceases to break eye contact with you. His forearms support his weight on either side of your body as he continues to thrust in and out, following the rhythm that always makes you come undone for him. 

Pleasure consumes him, it consumes you, you're joined in the most intimate way two people could become one. The act is sinful, but it's coated in the deep bond the both of you share, it's intertwined with pure love and utter devotion. 

“A-Aki,” You sound like you’re on the verge of tears, babbling as you beg, “I can’t, I have to… Aki, please, I-” 

You interrupt yourself with a loud cry, tossing your head back as you immerse yourself in the very peak of your euphoria. 

“Yeah?” Aki gasps back, fucking you deeply, perfectly, in the way that always brings you to the edge for him. 

“Let go, sweetheart.” He's barely breathing the words, he grasps your chin and stares into your eyes. His thumb brushes over your lower lip. “Come for me – Come all over me.”

It’s impossible to say no. Not when his voice is so soft and convincing, so enticing. Not when he's fucking you this good, bringing you to heaven with every deep roll of his hips. 

You can barely hear the rain outside anymore. The only thing you can focus on is the pleasure, the only sound filling your ears is the echo of Aki's heavy breaths and his desperate moans. You want to drown in this feeling forever, you want Aki's sweet words to melt into your skin, to brand you with his mark. 

The whole car is shaking from the weight of Aki's thrusts as he fucks you into the seat. You're right on the edge, and one more deep thrust throws you over; your thighs shudder, you let go with a scream of his name. Aki works you through your bliss, drawing out your pleasure until the feeling of your walls clamping around his cock has him meeting his end along with you. 

He groans your name, his head drops to your shoulder and his eyes screw shut. His thrusts grow erratic, clumsy, he mutters a mix of yes, and, I love you. He spills a warm load inside the condom as your walls throb around him, milking him for everything he has. 

The white fades eventually, like lamplight dimming behind a shade. Your vision is hazy, the both of you are a sweaty mess in the backseat, and when you breathe in, it’s all musky and good and sweet, just the scent of sex and the feeling of Aki's body pressed closely to yours, his arms wrapped loosely around you. 

After a few moments, Aki pulls out of you, and he pulls you close to him so you're huddled up to him. His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and you can feel it against yours. You breathe in and out, deeply, trying to steady your breathing. Aki does the same. Your hearts sync up to the same steady rhythm. 

The afterglow begins to settle into Aki’s bones. His mind is a complete haze of pleasure, and the only thing on his mind is you, you, you. He sits up a little, and he turns to look at you, only to find that you're already staring back up at him with adoration in your eyes. 

Aki stares into them for what feels like an eternity, stretches of time that must only be mere seconds, but feel like they've continued on for decades, horizons far beyond this unfairly short lifetime. Your gaze is his solace, his home. He knows he's too far gone. 

When he says those three words again, it feels greater than the first time, more than the second. As if with every new time he confesses his love to you, the truth of it engraves itself deeper into his being.

Aki breathes, “I love you.” 

You smile, you lean in and kiss his shoulder. “I love you too, Aki.” 

Aki nuzzles your forehead weakly. He gives the two of you a few more moments to regain composure, and then he pushes himself up, discarding the condom and collecting both of your clothes. He helps you get dressed, he tugs his clothes on and adjusts them so they're just as neat as they were before. You hand him his hair tie as you finish buttoning up your shirt, and Aki ties his hair up before climbing into the driver's seat. 

The rain has finally slowed down to a soft drizzle. Thankfully, when you climb into the passenger's seat and scan the road, you don't see anyone on the streets. You lean your head into the headrest, finally feeling the fatigue of the mission and the previous activities from earlier take over. 

Aki looks towards you. He makes sure you're alright, he reaches for the keys and turns them in the ignition, firing up the engine. 

You meet his eyes. One of his hands grips the steering wheel, and the other reaches for yours. He brings it close to his face, he presses a kiss to your knuckle. He lets go and settles his palm onto your thigh. 

“Come on. Let’s go home.” 

a/n: pls forgive if you see any errors, dumblr likes to fuck up my posts for some reason.