#it's missing slutty white shirt hours

[jerevision]

What if Jere gives Bojan his slutty white shirt back, I don't think my poor JO heart can handle seeing Bojan in that shirt again

#käärijä #joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #it's missing slutty white shirt hours #midnight musings

[hotpinkstars]

PREGNANCY CONFLICTS - boothill x reader

- boothill "passes" a few days after you announce your pregnancy. he's soon returned to you as a cyborg, and has a rough time with all of the realizations he discovers during your pregnancy.

- thank u guys sm for all the compliments im getting in my inbox about my idea and my writing i love every single one of u guysssss 💋 💋 and now the fic for my idea is finally here! i hope you guys enjoyyyyy

- mentions of insecurity, PREGNANCY, boothill is sad in this shdjfjsks so pretty much hurt no comfort in a very mild way, "M,d,y" means month, day, year, his way of death is not canon i made something up!!! wc 1.5k

Boothill has always talked about being a father. With how optimistic about your guys’ future he was, you could already tell he’d be a great, great father. So when you announced your pregnancy to him, he was ecstatic.

He spun you around in the air, putting you down to kiss you passionately. To him, all of his dreams have come true. As if you’ve given him a strong purpose in life, to not only protect you but to protect his little, and hopefully more to come.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into your shoulder as he held you tightly. “Thank you for giving me such an opportunity.”

But then a few days after you announced it to him, he went missing. You spent day and night trying to contact people, get cops on the case, and go out there with someone yourself and try to find him. The cops brought a necklace, splotched in blood, with your initials on it. Saying they found his body and it was barely recognizable. They knew it was him because of the necklace around his neck and the wedding band that was stuck on a stray tree branch.

As both of those were returned back to you, you felt as if you couldn’t look at them without absolutely breaking down. You were set under the impression that he was gone forever. You felt horrible- not only for yourself, but the life you assumed your baby would have, being born into a world where they only have a mother who's trying her absolute best to provide and make sure their life goes as smoothly as possible.

On the 16th week of your pregnancy was when you heard a knock on the door late at night. Who could it be at this hour? You irritatingly got up and walked over to see who would be there.

It was who you were least expecting.

Boothill.

You stood there, unable to register what was happening. You had a hand on your stomach and the other was gripping the door handle. He stopped and stared at you back before beginning to speak.

“Y/n,” he said, nearly a whisper before he took a step closer to you. You didn’t step back, which was a good thing in his eyes.

“Boothill? What- how- huh?” You were absolutely speechless, unable to register the man standing in front of you. He’s dressed a lot differently then how you last saw him- he looked so western. He was western before he was pronounced dead, the accent is what got you in the first place. He’d always go to bars and all of that.

But he never looked so… out of place.

You’ve never seen the boots he had on before. You’ve never seen those pants (why do they look so slutty?) and his shirt was a whole other thing.

But the thing that intrigued you the most was that he was still standing, alive in front of you, but with a fully metal body.

“Come in and explain yourself,” you sighed, turning around and leading him into the all-too-familiar place. It still smelled the same way it used to, flowers and vanilla. He sat down on the white couch, leaning back into the same fabric he knew all that time ago.

But the difference was, he couldn’t feel it.

“How are you here? There's no way you’re real,” you shake your head, standing up and leaning into his face. You grab his chin lightly, turning his head both way before running your hands through his still silky hair. “Answer my questions.”

“Alright, shoot em.”

“When did you get me pregnant?” You ask, still looking into his now different eyes.

“Four months ago. You should be 16 weeks now.”

You nodded. “When's my birthday…?”

“M,d,y.”

You nodded. He was on it, and it’s convincing you even more that he was your Boothill.

“Lastly, why are you metal?”

“My body was destroyed. Y’ probably remember it,” he looked down at his hands before bringing them up to your cheek. You slightly flinched from the chill before nodding for him to continue his story. “I don’t remember th’ exact details, but jus’ say it was a failed mission.”

You looked at him up and down before sitting beside him.

“D’you still… love me?” He mumbled, almost soft enough that you’d miss it if you weren’t paying attention.

You took a moment of silence before responding to his question. “Of course I do. You’re my husband, Boothill.”

To that he smiled and brought you into a strong kiss. One passionate and greedy- he’s been starved of you as you have of him for the past four months. Once he broke it off, you both connected your foreheads before going back into a full blown make out session.

Your pregnancy is incredibly taxing for the cyborg to handle. Instead of flesh and blood he has metal. He can’t feel you, and to him, it’s the worst feeling in the world. He truly wishes he could turn back time to right before the night of the accident.

He wishes he was able to return home safe, so he could be there for your whole pregnancy. He basically missed the entire first trimester!

At this point, you marked 32 weeks. Your pregnancy was very noticeable and Boothill took a lot of pride in being alongside you, shedding his insecurities as soon as he left the house.

He’s always been a very clingy man. He’s always wanted your touch and attention whenever he’d get home from whatever it was he’d do for work during the day, and he’d always receive it.

But now, he needs to use his head to feel you. He’s always found lying down on your stomach in his free time, so he can feel his child. He is unable to feel kicks with any other parts of his body, so he relies on that.

“‘Hill, I need to go to the bathroom. You might need to move in a second here-” you started, but he looked up at you and began to speak over you.

“Alright, alright… but’cha better come right back, please?”

You nodded before shuffling out of the bed, motioning for him to get up and help you off of the mattress and up on your feet. Once he easily pulls you up, he flops back down as he watches you close the door connected to your room.

He thought hard in those two minutes you were gone. Very hard. To the point he thought he was going to have a breakdown.

He regretted everything. He regretted engaging in the enemy's tricks. He regretted leaving you lonely for so long. And what he regrets most is returning to you like this.

A hunk of metal, who can be destroyed as many times as possible. He’ll always be able to have his body replaced. His head and hair were the only human thing about the man.

He believes you deserve so, so much better. You deserve a man who can live his life to the fullest and actually be able to be there for you during your vulnerable times, and not let grief get in the way. You deserve someone capable of giving you more children in the future, and he believes your baby deserves a dad who can be there for him and be normal.

He might even be worried about judgment. He’s not sure. He feels so emotional yet so dull at the same time.

“Boothill? Is everything alright? You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the past minute,” you said from next to him. How did he not even realize your presence?

“Hah? Yea, I’m fine. How’re ya’ feeling?” He says in his usual tone, trying to swiftly play off his thoughts not even ten seconds ago. “How’s baby doin’ in there?”

You let out a soft giggle before placing your hand on his cold knee. “We’re well. I’m concerned about what just happened with you though. Tell me, what is on your mind?”

The man sighs and shakes his head before resting it back on your belly. “Nothin’ to worry your pretty head off about.” He simply left it at that and nothing more.

When it came time for labor, he was truly nervous. Every attempt he made at trying to make physical contact with you in that time failed, because his hands were either too hard or too cold. He backed off and watched from the sidelines as you brought his little baby girl into the world.

He so desperately wanted to hold her, and you could see the urge in his eyes. She looked so much like him. She had his gorgeous silky black and white hair with your eyes. He thought she was an angel brought from heaven.

Once he finally got to hold her, he was told to keep her swaddled in the blanket she was wrapped in. All was well until she started crying due to the cold of his arms, and the baby was taken off into tests before he could even blink.

#boothill #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #honkai #star rail #boothill x reader #tw pregnancy #cw pregnancy #angst #boothill angst

[glitterjay]

jay hard thought: dating jay and having sex for the first time after constantly teasing him for months. you guys decided to take it slow but recently you’ve been trying to hint that you’re ready by wearing barely anything to bed, squirming around in his lap during movie night with all ur friends, and bending over 24/7 on purpose. you’re convinced he’s gonna be sweet and soft. but you’ve pushed his buttons and caused him to snap so he fucks you rough and calls you a slut who needs to stop being so bratty. he cream pies you multiple times and then the next morning he eats your pussy for hours as a sorry 🤭

yall are something and i want some of that something too

warnings: 18+ content, MDI! jay x afab!reader, unprotected sex, cream pie lmk if i miss something

author’s note: wow. i have been so busy with uni and work that it feels like i completely forgot how to write. im sorry in advance if this is shitty

it had become a constant thing and ー to jay’s dismay ー a habit of yours to constantly tease him. a new fresh relationship had started for the both of you, and despite the very noticeable sexual tension in the air, you both agreed to take it slow and steady. was this part of a plan? absolutely. who were you to deny that seeing jay contain himself didnt turn you on? the way he bit his lip, or how he would excuse himself sometimes while you hung out with friends became an addiction for you. and here you were once again, only wearing one of his white t shirts to bed and just that. nothing else. the rest of the boys were spread around the house, in the guest room and living room, and you knew that if you only wore one of jay’s shirt, he would go nuts. and he did.

“what the hell is wrong with you!? just wearing one of my shirts with a house full of boys? are you crazy!?”

you were disappointed that he didnt do much other than scolding you, but oh were you so wrong. accepting your failure, you closed your eyes and gave your back to him. you kept the shirt, but the only condition was that you could not walk out of the room in just that. closing your eyes and getting ready to doze of, you felt a tingling sensation on your thighs. ignoring it, you kept trying to go to your dreamland, but the sensation started making its way up your legs. you opened one eye to see your boyfriend’s hands making circles on your skin. it was not new for jay to give you sweet caresses before sleeping, but they felt different this time.

in one sudden movement, a gasp left your mouth as his cold hand found your core. you tried to push him away, eyes now wide open, but it was impossible. his other hand held your body against the bed, and he was strong enough to not budge an inch. “you should’ve thought about the consequences of not wearing anything to bed.” his voice was way raspier than usual, and you could sense a different feeling from his eyes. it made you excited, but you also knew that jay was a softie inside.

your train of thoughts had stopped when something slammed into you. you screamed at the pain, quickly putting your hand over your mouth. he was balls deep in you, not moving, just standing there staring down at you. once again, he had thrusted into you harshly, still no preparation at all. the stinging made your eyes water, but it soon started melting with the pleasure of every thrust. you had never seen this side of your boyfriends but god were you loving it.

soon enough you started watching stars around the room. jay kept a fast, harsh, and steady pace, already making you come undone various times. but him? he had enough self control to hold his own release for a long time. just as you were about to reach your fourth high, you felt something warm inside of you. it felt like a whole hose had been turned on and warm water came out of it rapidly. the feeling was enough for you to release your own orgasm, making the juices mix and drip out of your pussy.

“this is what slutty and petty girls get when they tease their boyfriends”

#🥀 : ask #kpop #hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen #kpop smut #enhypen hard hours #engene #enhypen jay #jay smut #enhypen jay smut #enhypen jay hard hours #hard thoughts

[btecboogiez]

⌗ 𓂃 Summertime Sadness 𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅

Jeff Sadecki x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: He’s your new next-door neighbour, and he just so happens to be recently divorced…

CW: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N), NSFW!! , p in v sex, reader on birth control is implied, p#rn with plot.

A/N: I wrote this for a friend and decided to post it here! I’ve never wrote this stuff before so I hope you like it! <3

WC: 1.8K

jeff sadecki. your next-door-neighbour. the day he moved in, you went over to introduce yourself and ended up finding out about his recent divorce. he told you all about his homocidal ex-wife and how he just had to get away from all of it. the next day, you went over to help him with unpacking, just like how a good neighbour should. you were wearing a flowery little sundress that hugged your curves in all the right ways. the skirt of the dress, which was just covering what it needed to, was flowing in the warm summers breeze as you walked next door to jeff’s house.

you knocked on the door softly, waiting for a response. he opens the door and his hair is sweaty & messy. he’s clearly been busy. he smiles and invites you inside. “watch the boxes, they’re everywhere!” he says, shifting a large box out of the way so you can come inside properly. you walk in and take in the scene of the main room. boxes are stacked everywhere and there is trash bags right next to the front door. he has music playing through a little bluetooth speaker. system of a down is playing. “nice music taste.” you say, smiling.

“oh uh- thank you miss..” he smiles back, clearly a little flustered by your compliment. “should we get started on the boxes?” you ask. he nods and you two get to work. as you unpack, you both chat and tell eachother about your lives. quite a few hours pass and it’s almost midnight by the time you finish unpacking and organising his stuff. you sit down on his couch, sighing in relief. “thank jesus we are finished.” he flops down next to you and sighs aswell. “i should be heading home…” you say reluctantly, not exactly wanting to leave jeff, even if you live right next to eachother.

“i’ll walk you home..” he insists, standing back up again and opening his front door. the cool night air rushes in, causing you to shiver slightly. as you walk down his driveway, his hand finds itself on the small of your back. you look up to him and he smiles back. once you are at your place, he observes you walk inside, making sure you are okay and safe. you say your goodbyes and when you are finally inside and you lock your door, you sigh loudly and talk to yourself as you take your shoes off.

you walk upstairs before putting some grey sweatpants and a black tank top on. you tie your hair up, wanting to keep it out of your face for sleeping. you snuggle into your duvet and drift off to sleep.

his hands are touching your body lightly, his lips littering soft kisses along where his hands just were. his touch is like fire as he caresses your hips. “you look so pretty like this… all whored out for me…”. his voice is dominant yet soft. his fingers find the hem of your sweatpants, pulling them down. you lift your hips to aid his efforts to strip you. once he has your sweatpants off, he throws them somewhere in the room, just like he did with his shirt and pants. he spots your underwear. it’s a pale pink with lace covering it. he rubs the pad of his thumb against the wet patch on your panties, causing you to arch your back and softly whimper.

his fingers hook the gusset of your slutty underwear and pull it to the side, revealing your soaking cunt. “so wet for me sweetie, and you’ve only just met me…”. you blush hard at his words ; your whole body is white hot with lust and need. “please jeff…” you plead with him, needing more. he lets his index finger slide in and out of your wet folds, gathering your slick before pushing it inside of you. you moan out softly and your hands grip his broad shoulders, your nails digging in. he curls his finger, pressing against your sweet spot lightly before adding a second finger, stretching you even more. he pumps them in and out of your drenched hole, drinking in your soft and needy moans. “good girl… taking my fingers so well for me…” he coos in your ear. you feel that familiar feeling growing in your gut. “jeff… please i’m so close..!” you tell him and feel his fingers curl even more, his mouth moving down to suck on your clit.

as soon as his soft lips make contact with your sensitive nub, your whole body goes white hot. your toes curl and your eyes screw shut. you cry out his name, gripping his blonde hair tightly as you cum around his fingers. he slows down a little, letting you ride your high out. he pulls away from your soaked pussy and pull his throbbing cock out from his boxers before taking them off completely. he lines himself up with your drenched entrance and then-

your alarm goes off.

you open your eyes and groan, looking down at your body. your sweatpants are down to your knees and your hand is inside your underwear. your fingers are drenched so you slowly pull them out before getting up and plod to the bathroom. you wash your hands, your mind still spinning with the thoughts of your dream. you take a shower and can’t help but think about what it would be like with jeff. his muscles covered in droplets of water, his hips hitting against your ass, his whimpers as he gets close, his dick rubbing against-

you decide to stop thinking about him. you climb out of the shower and start to get ready. you have a towel wrapped around you, covering your ass almost perfectly. you start to brush your teeth when you hear a knock at the door downstairs. you hurry and open the door before spotting jeff. you blush bright red when you see him, feeling shameful about the thoughts you had about him previously. “good morning miss,” he says, smiling at you, “did i catch you at a bad time?”.

“uh- no, not at all!” you laugh a little, inviting him inside and letting him sit down on the couch in the main room. “give me 10 minutes and i’ll be back down here..!” you say before rushing upstairs and getting dressed. you put on a white, button up shirt and some low rise blue flare jeans. you then put on your slippers and glasses on. jeff wonders what is taking so long and walks upstairs. he watches you do your makeup from the bathroom door. once you finish putting your mascara on, you spot him and jump a little.

“jeff! you gave me a fright.” your hand is placed on your chest, trying to calm yourself down. “sorry honey.” he says, smiling as he always does. you feel yourself blush bright red and you loose your composure for a second. he smiles again, but it’s more cheeky this time. “are you done darlin? i’m getting impatient over here.” he says, his voice laced with a teasing tone. i nod and walk out of the bathroom and downstairs with jeff following me. we sit in the main room on the couch. “so jeff, why did you come over..?” i smile, trying not to touch him or kiss him.

“i wanted to speak to you about something actually…” he sounds nervous as he speaks, his voice shaking slightly. he collects himself and continues. “are you single?” the question shocks you a little but you answer. “yes i am. why do you ask?” he blushes and leans in a little. “because i like you. i like you a lot…” you feel your face go red-hot and you are convinced he can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. “kiss me jeff..” your voice is quiet and sultry. he leans in and kisses you. you open your mouth slightly as you kiss and his tongue slips inside. you whimper into the kiss and his large hands cup your cheeks as you make out. the kiss slowly grows more hungry and passionate as he pulls you onto his lap.

“jeff…” you plead, grinding against him lightly. he groans and grasps your hips tightly, almost leaving bruises. he picks you up and your legs wrap around his waist as he walks upstairs and throws you onto your bed. he pulls his shirt off and his torso looks exactly like you dreamt it would. you get to work unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your lacy bra. you purposely put on your best lingerie, hoping something like this would happen.

he gasps softly, his hands moving to caress your chest. he unclips your bra and drops it onto the floor next to your bed. his fingers drag over your hard nipples, causing you to whimper and whine under his touch. his hands move down your sides and unbutton your jeans, pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. he kisses you again. the kiss is sloppy and needy as his finger hooks the gusset of your panties, pulling it to the side. he leans down and mumbles against your wet cunt before licking long stripes up and down. “so wet for me baby…”. he sucks on your clit before pushing the tip of his tongue into your entrance. he repeats these two montions until your legs are shaking around his head and your hand is grasping his hair.

you feel yourself grow close to your orgasm. it hits you suddenly and your whole body shakes as white spots cloud your vision. you cry out for jeff, hoping he’ll slow down so he doesn’t overstimulate you. he pulls off of your soaked pussy and fumbles to take his pants & boxers off. once they are off, his hard cock hits his stomach. the tip is leaking pre-cum, so ready to be inside you. “are you okay with this..?” he asks before lining himself up with you. “

yes.. please fuck me jeff..” you consent and he pushes into you slowly. you gasp softly. “fuck- so tight honey..” he whimpers and starts to move slowly. you grasp his shoulders as he pumps in and out of you. he speeds up and you clench around him, moaning out for him desperately. “you gonna come baby? c’mon.. come for me honey..” his hips start to stutter and you can tell he’s about to come. “c’mon baby, c’mon baby, c’mon baby…” you finally come, clenching around his cock like a vice. he spills into you, groaning and thrusting a little.

your foreheads touch and you both sigh out. he kisses your lips softly, this time with love and not lust. you both smile and jeff breaks the silence. “you did so well for me there baby..” he hissed as he pulls out of you. he gets up and grabs a washcloth from your bathroom, cleaning you up. once you are clean, he snuggles up behind you, not caring it’s only 1pm. you smile and thank him for such a good start to your morning. as your bare bodies touch, you can’t help but blush. you both fall asleep quickly in eachothers arms, just like how lovers do.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my attempt at smut! i think i got a little lazy near the end but i hope it’s good enough! <3

#jeff sadecki #yellowjackets #warren kole #fanfic #smut #first post

[steddieficrec]

Some Of My Favorite Smut

more than you bargained for by anonymous

(1/1 I 2,432)

"Mike leans in closer, forehead almost touching the door, just in time to hear Steve shushing the girl gently. He gathers her curls with one hand, the other settling around her throat, and pulls–

Their eyes meet.

It’s definitely not a girl.

Eddie Munson stares at him through the tears in his eyes, lips parted in ecstasy as Steve Harrington fucks him within an inch of his life."

OR

Mike kind of regrets staying over at Steve and Eddie's.

#1 crush by pizzabones

(1/1 I 5,713)

"'That was a big sigh. Whatcha thinking about?'

Eddie opens his mouth to say ‘ah nothing’, but he stops himself. Maybe it’s time to let the proverbial embarrassing cat out of the bag and let Steve know just how long he’d wanted this domestic scene with him. He hums, 'You, actually.'"

or

Eddie tells Steve about his long-term crush, Steve tells him a secret of his own.

Somewhere it Hides a Well by teddywesworl

(1/1 I 7,610)

Eddie ducks his head briefly, a gesture that doesn’t quite fit with the guy’s overall image: buzz cut, obvious ink, scars on his jaw. A bunch of his shirt buttons are undone, and Steve can see a white tank and a gold chain underneath.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “I’m at a shop in Uptown.” It’s rote, sounds sort of disinterested. Steve might think he’s being dismissed if Eddie Munson’s eyes weren’t raking over him, lingering at his jawline, his throat, his hands when he adjusts his cuffs.

Or: At Lumax’s wedding in 2003, slutty bisexual physical therapist Steve sets his eye on inked up tough guy mechanic Eddie and peels away his mask.

sugar hiccup by 02tilt

(1/1 I 9.101)

His fingers brush over a tiny valley on his forearm. A rough, pink divot where a demobat didn’t bite, but— slipped? Or something. It’s interesting, actually, because if he lowers that arm to his side, he can see where that scar leads. Where the thing managed to latch on and rip a chunk out.

If it weren’t invading his dreams and turning him into an insomniac, he’d congratulate it. Good effort, man, but you didn’t get me. Just made me look a little cooler.

He could call someone. That’s an idea. And by someone, well. Who else is missing a few pieces?

The Honey Inside Your Hive (Director's Cut) by biggest_mistake

(1/1 I 10,764)

Steve Harrington is on his own in a big new city and running out of money. The clock is ticking and if he doesn’t find a source of income soon he’ll be forced to admit his father was right when he said Steve couldn’t make it on his own. Desperate, he scours the classifieds and comes across a vague ad promising a big payout for only a few hours of work.

If Steve had been a little more cautious—or a little less proud—maybe he wouldn’t be losing his virginity on camera.

Or: Steve unknowingly auditions for a porno. Eddie’s more than happy to help him get the role—and lose his virginity. Jim’s there to document the occasion.

(It’s a Casting Couch fic.)

Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails by pinkiequinn

(1/1 I 15,121)

The Harrington-Wheeler’s have it all. They’re newlyweds. They’ve just moved into a beautiful new apartment. Nancy’s career has taken off. And they are finally, finally starting a family.

But there’s something not quite right with the neighbours. And the building is so cold. And Nancy’s never home.

And Steve’s has been having the strangest dreams.

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by greatunironic

(5/5 I 34,987)

Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?” Or, it’s 2002 and Steve Harrington attends a wedding, a funeral, and a birth.

Are You Flagging? by soidade

(17/17 I 40,991)

“Look, I’m just asking, okay? Not– I don't mean anything by it. But, uh.” His eyes darted back and forth, then he leaned in close to Steve. Steve had gotten used to that, kind of. The guy had no concept of personal space. “Are you flagging?” Eddie finally finished.

Steve shook his head slowly, eyes narrowed. He had no idea what that meant. He had no answer. “What?”

Eddie leaned away from Steve, facing forward again and nodding. “Okay, got it. That answers my question. Carry on.”

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

A (mostly) innocent question leads Steve Harrington on a journey of self-discovery, friendship, sex, and romance.

flight risk by Ayes, itskleo

(16/16 I 81,324)

Eddie Munson is famous for giving his bodyguards the slip. Enter Steve Harrington. Has this bratty rock star finally met a babysitter that can keep up with him?

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #smut #rockstar!eddie #dad!steve #mpreg

[rinnierot]

FREAK ft. touya todoroki

stepdad touya headcanons to fuel my brain rot <3

— cw: stepcest, infidelity, panty stealing & sniffing, marking? ig?, somnophilia, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, age gap, fem!reader. thats it.

— a/n: omg theres sm more i wanna put but this is already so long, so stay tuned for pt 2…. below the cut contains dark content/nsfw. minors and ageless blogs leave.

pervy!stepdad touya who surfs through your top dresser drawer filled with lingerie when you’re not home, thinking of which piece he’s going to ruin you in as soon as you return.

pervy!stepdad touya who can’t keep his sinful eyes off you during dinner with your mother. he displays a shit eating grin when you catch him staring at your puffy tits that flaunt perfectly through your thin, low hanging nighttime tank top.

pervy!stepdad touya who misses his little slutty baby so much when he’s at work, rushing into the bathroom past his coworkers just to pull your worn panties out the pocket of his slacks before sniffing them and vigorously pumping his cock into them until the pretty black lace is covered in his thick, white globs of cum.

pervy!stepdad touya who pleads to fuck you on his and your mothers shared bed when shes out the house. he never knew something so wrong could feel so right. your pussy was made for him and he knew it, the way he pounded relentlessly until your hole was a spazzing, creamy mess around his fat cock. he makes you clean the sheet’s that you dirtied up. feeling guilty the minute your mother arrives back home. “these are new sheets, why are they in the washer?”

pervy!stepdad touya who loves watching you bend over in shorts and skirts, flashing your plush ass cheeks to him. he often gets quick glances of marks he left on you the day before, or maybe a few hours ago. he can’t help it but slap it when he walks by, letting you know it’s all his.

pervy!stepdad touya who denies other boys from uni coming over. he knows what they want. they want whats his, but they can’t have it. every time you ask he feels obligated to show you he can make you feel so much better than some college frat boy.

pervy!stepdad touya who leaves his wife’s side at night just to be next to you, rubbing soft circles in your ass as you doze off on his chest. he can’t help but lift your oversized t-shirt and play with your swollen clit as you squirm in your dreams. he always makes sure to retreat before your mother wakes.

pervy!stepdad touya that argues with your mother when she questions his relationship with you. “that’s my fucking stepdaughter are you fucking deranged?” his cock jumps during the fued, just at the thought of all the nasty things he does with you behind your mothers back making him smirk in her face before walking away.

pervy! stepdad touya who nibbles at your ear when you’re sitting on his lap on the sofa, whispering to you about how good you are for him and how your mothers pussy doesn’t even compare to yours.

pervy!stepdad touya who releases his thick loads in you every single time. he loves you so much that right after, he dips his head down and laps up your combined fluids, wrapping his lips around your clit. reassuring you afterwards that you're gonna look so pretty carrying his baby.

#dark content #dabi x you #touya x y/n #touya todoroki #dabi #dabi x female reader #dabi smut #touya x you #bnha touya #mha smut #dabi x reader #mha #stepcest cw

[eunivrse]

love is war. [armin arlert]

summary: it’s only a matter of time until one of you gets pushed over the edge.

content warning: college au, tennis player armin & reader, mean armin cuz he’s my fav yas, spitting, unprotected sex, semi public sex, creampie.

note: this started as a tennis player hc but um yeah. also title is dedicated to kaguya sama: love is war bc the season finale had me SCREECHING.

tennis player armin, who always seemed so composed and graceful whenever he’s swinging his signature blue racket, innocent smile always plastered on his face whenever he’s shaking his opponent’s hand after winning a match.

he’s talented and diligent, never missing practice and always a delight to be around no matter the situation. you’ve been eyeing him since the beginning of the season, the men and women’s tennis practices just happened to be at the same time, so naturally, you cross paths from time to time. whenever you’re in break, you often find yourself staring at the guys— specifically at armin.

there’s something off, the way his slate is too clean, no one ever saying anything foul about him, and the fact that he’s on everyone’s good side.

but you eventually shake your suspicions off due to your teammate, pieck, always teasing you for staring too hard at him. “he’s perfect isn’t he? handsome, wise, good at everything he does…” she would ponder and you’d just shrug, not necessarily disagreeing with her, but you’re fascination with him goes deeper than his appearance.

everything you initially assumed went into play when he got you posted up against the netted wall of the court after everyone had left since you agreed to your coach’s request to practice with him in preparation for his tournament next month.

it’s no doubt that you’ve been provoking him to get a reaction for the past hour, pulling your skirt up a little too high without shorts underneath, then bending over to pick up the green ball that has fallen to the ground. not to mention scuffing his pride by grumbling insults such as, ‘pretentious’ and ‘shallow’ under your breath, obviously enough for his ears to catch.

you asked yourself how much it’s going to take for him to at least snap.

to your surprise, it didn’t take longer than an hour.

“are you really gonna go this far just to piss me off?” he hisses against your ear, the wall rattling behind you, his toned arms trapping you. armin already knew you were plotting something like this judging by the intense way you’d stare at him whenever he’d catch a glimpse; he thought it was cute that you were willing to go that route.

truth be told, he’s also had his eye on you like you’re a fucking prize. you were always just there, running around all pretty with your little skirt and tight sports bra.

“you know, i really love slutty girls like you. fuckin’ love it.” he huffs as he hooks your leg around his arm and pins it to the wall behind you, your panties hanging on your ankle. the fresh evening air fanned against your pussy, and the fact that you’re out in the open like this makes it all the more exciting.

without the patience to completely pull down his shorts, he snugs his long, slightly curved cock into your tight cunt, though you only kept a sly smirk. “and i really love easy men like you.” you spat on him, a blob of saliva splattered on the corner of his lips. instead of being visibly insulted, his hips slapped against your pelvis, endowing himself in your muffled pleas, drool already soiling the yoke of armin’s shirt.

his thumb sneaked up under your white skirt and against your clit, rubbing ragged circles on it. you bit your lip hoping that you wouldn’t scream to the whole campus about just how good the dick you’re getting is right now. the court is empty, the sun on its course of setting, the blue hues of twilight splayed across the sky. the only sound you could hear is your whimpering, armin’s needy grunts and the wet slap of his cock fucking into you.

god, his favorite part was looking at your face, eyes threatening to close, stains of tears trailing down your cheek. he kisses your lips, slipping his tongue in between and swallowing your moans.

pulling out shortly after, you gasped, “‘m so close, ‘wanna cum so bad,” his dick pulsated as response to your sudden pleading. your fingers were fisted on his blonde locks, his face just barely a millimeter from yours. he paused for a moment to appreciate your disheveled demeanor; lipgloss stain across your cheek and sweat all over your body, he wanted this moment to be more than just a one time thing.

“fuck, sweet girl. you look beautiful when you’re begging. let me take care of you, m’kay?” he whispers and you could only nod while his cockhead inched its way to your g-spot, your tits contained by your sports bra struggling to bounce from his jagged thrusts.

“armin, i’m gonna cum, ah fuck, ‘m gonna cum so hard, please, hah— armin, please cum in my pussy, fuck…!”

you felt as if you were seeing yourself in third person, life flashing before your eyes as you came around him with a silent scream of his name. your vision was white for a split second until armin himself reached his limit.

he locked his hips inside you to pump you full of cum, his hand grabbing your jaw to look you in the eye, your expression hazed. he’d never seen anything like it and he’s completely obsessed.

armin pulled out, a strand of cum connecting his tip and your clit while the rest dripped down your thigh.

“so this is what you’re really like,” you chuckle, your chest still recuperating, his arm protruded with veins all across from having to carry your leg for such an extensive amount of time.

he helped you regain composure by scooping your waist and walking you to the nearest bench where your stuff are.

“so same time tomorrow?” he quips, that familiar stupid grin that fools everyone around him lighting up his pale complexion once again.

you scoff, “i guess.”

#armin arlert #armin smut #armin #armin arlert smut #armin x reader #armin x reader smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin arlert x reader #aot smut #attack on titan x reader smut #attack on titan smut

[theradicalscrivener]

The Next Big Thing - Pt 2

Johhny is starting to understand what is happening to him. He doesn't know why he's growing, but he does know he wants more.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

[First Chapter] || [Next Chapter]

               Johnny’s original plan had been to head straight back to his apartment after hitting the gym, but the strange, euphoric tingling that coursed through his whole body and the elation of being the center of attention convinced him to take his time and enjoy the afternoon. As he casually strode down the sidewalk, he could feel the occasional gaze drift his way. Even now that he was fully clothed and out in public, he was more than just another face in the crowd. His good looks and natural charm drew attention to him even if he was not intentionally showboating. That’s not to say that Johnny wasn’t hamming it up here and there. Everything from the way he held his shoulders to the angle of his grin which showcased his pearly whites was an intentional act. He had mastered the angles and the attitude from a young age. He was born to be in front of the camera. Actually, scratch that. He was born to be beheld and beloved by all! The gazes felt more than just good. They felt natural!

                As Johhny continued his walk, he became vaguely aware that his clothes were digging in uncomfortably against his throat and thighs. The collar of his knitted undershirt did not have near as much give as the rest of his shirt. Even his button-up overshirt, which he kept tastefully unbuttoned until halfway down his torso, was straining against his chest.

               The odd state of his attire his attire made Johnny pause. His overshirt looked so awkward on his lithe, toned body, and if there was one thing he hated, it was looking bad in an outfit. Not to mention, it was such a nice, sunny day, that it seemed silly to be wearing extra layers anyway. Johhny gave the plaid shirt a light tug which was all it took for the struggling buttons to give up the ghost. The few remaining buttons that remained clasped around the bottom of his shirt popped loose. Unfortunately, that did not mean that removing the shirt was an easy task. His now too-tiny overshirt clinched around his shoulders, limiting his mobility. He was tempted to just rip the garment clean from his body, but being ever fashion-conscious, Johnny instead reached behind and tugged at the back of his shirt and shimmied it slowly down one arm and then the other. Buttons were one thing. It was easy to sew on a fresh set, but it seemed a shame to shred such a nice shirt.

               It wasn’t just his chest that was getting snug, though. His legs had a similar issue. It seemed with each step, his pant legs clenched tighter around his sculpted thighs and calves. The cuffs of his pant legs should normally reach his ankles, but today he was rocking the old-school cool look. The cuffs of his jeans were only about halfway down his shins making his jeans appear to be more akin to chinos. His shirt was similarly short with the lower hem of the garment now reaching only about his midriff. With each step, his shirt was looking more like a crop top than a knit tee.

               It would have been an awkward look on any normal person, but Johnny was not normal. He was born to look good. He took his undersized overshirt and tied the arms around his waist. Suddenly, his awkward, shrunken wardrobe went from “Wearing his kid brother’s clothes” to “slutty frontman for a grunge band.” He was just missing oversized sunglasses to really sell it.

               Johnny was a bit of a meat-head. He gave the aura of the dumb jock or air-headed model, but he wasn’t stupid. He could put two and two together. The doorway at the gym had been lower than he was used to. Most people only came up to his shoulders now, and his clothes were far smaller than they had been just a few hours ago. He knew that he was growing. He didn’t know how, and he didn’t know why, but his surge in size seemed to be tied to the adoration of the people around him. Every adoring look or lustful gaze filled his body with a surge of energy that just seemed to swell within him. The dots were starting to connect in his brain. The bigger he got, the more attention he would garner which meant he would get even bigger! Just the thought sent a shudder of glee up his spine and a twitch of arousal down his cock.

               Johnny’s already well-trained smirk spread into an excited grin. He felt like his whole life had led to this moment. He was rapidly approaching his true purpose which was to be loved and adored and beheld by all! All that he needed was an audience.

               Johnny was no stranger to standing out. One of the tricks was to be the biggest draw in the room. Unfortunately, downtown LA was a bustling place. It was hard to stand out on the street. If he wanted to draw eyes here, he’d have to be a much larger spectacle. That, however, would have to wait. For now, he needed to be a big fish in a small pond.

               While the half-formed plan percolated in his brain, the smell of something else percolating hit his nostrils – roasted coffee beans. There was no shortage of trendy coffee bars in downtown L.A. They ran the gamut from dimly lit dives to brightly lit modern lounges. What Johnny needed was something somewhere in the middle. Not one of those big-name chains where people just went to get their usual and scoot. He needed a place with not just a crowd of regulars who liked to hang out but also a place where the Hollywood A-listers were known to visit on occasion. Someplace where paparazzi were always waiting for a good scoop.

                Johnny felt another shudder and tingle surge through him. His shirt strained audibly against his swelling chest. He had gained a few more fans, and he was just standing on a street corner lost in thought. Just imagine how much attention he’d garner when he had a captive audience.

                Johnny’s smirk spread wider which caused him to flash his fans his pearly whites. Another shudder. Another surge.

                “This will be all too easy,” he thought to himself as he strode across the crosswalk and made his way towards the bean bar his agent had mentioned to him so many times before. Agents loved this place, and countless would-be actors and script writers had taken part-time jobs there in hope of “accidentally” rubbing elbows with a notable Hollywood figure. These were often just pipe dreams, but the place was overdue to produce its next big star.

[First Chapter] || [Next Chapter]

#growth #macro #giant #giant/tiny #slow growth #story tag

[carnyreborn]

Shuichi is looking all over for his girlfriend Kaede but can't find her. So he goes to Kyoko's room to ask her if she knows where she is. She declines knowing where she is but if he looked inside he would see Makoto destroying Kaede as he smacks her huge tits and stretches that pussy.

TW: NTR

"Oh... yeah, that... that would be a stretch... I did see the two of you chatting, that's why I came here..." Shuichi says, rubbing his arms. Gosh darn it, where else can Kaede be? They are probably missing each other a lot, because it has been a few hours since they had a date and she vanished, even her phone isn't giving out any positive responses. He really hopes she isn't hurt or anything!

"No worries." Kirigiri's head is the only thing he sees, as she just barely opened his door. Not an unusual behaviour from the detective, given how privative she is, but today the reason is different. Besides the shirt she hastily put on, her bottoms are not only uncovered... but leaking both her juices and a healthy amount of a white sticky liquid.

Of course, that's cum.

And the man who filled Kirigiri with his cum is behind her bed, hidden from view, as he pushes Kaede's head down too, smacking her around, the noises barely audible as he is holding back while fucking the girl that Shuichi is looking for. Makoto had no idea she had a date with the boy today, he was just looking to have some fun with Kirigiri and finding Kaede there with the detective was a surprise. A welcome surprise, but a surprise nonetheless.

He can feel the slutty pianist growing tighter, bitting down at her own hands. The whore's getting off listening to her boyfriend. Not the first time Makoto has fucked a girl with their boyfriends was nearby but it's the first time with Kaede. He pulls his hips backwards, trusting down, loving how Kaede is torn now. Both from the pleasure he is giving her and has been giving her for these past hours, and from being so close to her beloved boyfriend.

"It's alright then..." Shuichi rubs the back of his head. "I'll look around for her some more!" He says, nodding, as Kyoko closes the door, with a sigh. She just walks to the back, now with the door closed Makoto and Kaede can be as loud as they wish - thank god for soundproofing - as she just grabs Kaede's phone, to send a message to Shuichi. She uses her ahegao face to unlock the mobile, trying to focus as Makoto decides it's a good idea to spank her as she types.

Soon enough, Shuichi gets a message just saying that she needed to leave campus for a recording deal, and she'd be back at night. He grins, so happy with that response! Now that he knows she isn't in danger he can relax. Sheesh, there are many bad things in this world, she needs to be careful. He just types in a 'good luck babe, have fun <3' and closes the phone.

Oh, she is having fun. A lot of fun, as she orgasms once more around Makoto's cock, milking another load of his. She is having a lot of fun.

#smut #anon #TW: NTR #Danganronpa18 #Makoto Naegi18 #Shuichi Saihara18 #Kaede Akamatsu18 #Kirigiri Kyoko18

[nightshiftpodcast]

It's spooky season so I just have to ask, what's everyone being for Halloween? I can't settle on any single idea for any of them, but I can imagine Seb, Styx, and Quin doing that tiktok ghost challenge that's been going on for the past few years

This is the MOST important question ever asked and we've just spent over an hour deliberating in our production team group chat North: Night Shift Coffee throws a Halloween party every year, and it's a big deal for North, who was born to throw Halloween parties. For 2022, it's Max Mayfield from Stranger Things S4 with white-out contacts. If they weren't working, it'd be The Jackal from the movie Thirteen Ghosts, complete with head cage.

Justin: If Justin had gotten his way, he'd have dressed as Sailor Moon - but couple costumes with his girlfriend are an obligation, and she gets what she wants, so Justin and Celia come as Drogo and Daenerys. Celia loves Game of Thrones and Justin's shirtless, so it's a win-win for her (when North sees him, they get a bit dizzy)

Seb & Angelo: Angelo doesn't do Halloween, but since he's agreed to the party, he lets Seb coerce him into a priest outfit ("It's basically just a shirt with a collar, you won't even notice you're wearing a costume") because it was an easy win and Seb is not immune to hot priest, and then Seb spends like 4 hours on the sexiest demon costume he can put together, complete with eyeliner, horns and a tail

Quin: Quin hasn't really celebrated Halloween before but seeing as everyone around him now is super into it, he gives it a go and dresses as Morpheus from The Sandman because he's had some comments saying that's his vibe

Styx: Styx goes as Seb.

Phoebe & Spencer: Phoebe is always adorable on Halloween so she goes as Bo Peep from Toy Story. Spencer is always intentionally obnoxious on Halloween, so he goes as Jesus. He's extra obnoxious when he sees Seb and Angelo's costumes.

Cam: Cam dresses up as a mushroom, in a cute little white dress with a homemade red and white spotted mushroom shawl that lights up

Diego: Diego has been tempted out by Cam and his budding friendship with Seb (and Styx, sort of) so he's coming as Gandalf - but like, Gandalf the Beer Wizard. Staff made of empty beer cans, beard made of cotton wool.

Jenny: Velma from Scooby-Doo, with added lesbian pride this year, complete with oversized magnifying glass

Lea: Lea fully intends on an extensive costume but she runs out of time because she's working, and ends up throwing a Rosie the Riveter together last minute. It looks great all the same.

Olivia: It's gotta be slutty for Olivia, and this year it's Jennifer Check in her cheerleader outfit with blood all over her mouth.

Mira: There was no deliberation on this – Mira comes in an ABBA disco jumpsuit with platform boots. The coffee shop rents a karaoke machine and Mira and Seb hog it for half an hour

Rafe: To Angelo's horror, Rafe and Seb are friends now, so Rafe's coming too. He dresses up as a Dad. Socks and sandals, knee-length cargo shorts, fanny pack, Kiss the Cook apron. It's dad joke time, ALL the time this halloween

Miles: God knows why Miles is at the Night Shift halloween party but he is. He heard Angelo was going and wasn't going to miss an opportunity to bother him. He's wearing a full suit on his upper half - suit jacket, shirt, tie in a windsor knot, cufflinks - and fishnets and booty shorts with high heels on the bottom ;)

#night shift podcast #send asks #thank you for this we've had a RIOT #halloween

[rantingofasmallorganism]

February 6th 2023: Birthday Bashes, Possible Promotions, and Creating Controlled Chaos

Dear endless void that is the internet, so much for posting once a week huh.

It’s been 12 days since I posted and much has happened in those days. This past weekend I went to the keys to celebrate my best friend's birthday, we have this little “not so private” beach we go to when we visit the upper keys and we spent the day inebriated, swimming, and eating. Of course, cause underage drinking is frowned upon by the law, we hid our drinks in our reusable Starbucks cups and called it a day. Personally, I used strawberry acai with lemonade mixed with Alani Nu Breezberry and watermelon-flavored malibu.

Now, before I disclose the following information, I feel the need to mention that the drinking took place from around 10:30 in the morning till about 2 in the afternoon. Also, I had eaten before drinking and stopped before I had lunch. So throughout three and a half hours, I consumed about thirteen ounces of malibu on my own along with some sips of soju.|

We had lunch at this small burger place called M.E.A.T eatery and taproom. What made us decide to spend our money here wasn't a photo of the food or even the fact it was featured on "diners, drive-in, and dives", but a shirt we saw on Instagram that said, "You can't beat our meat."

Now I am an adult turning 20 in late March. I make monthly car payments and insurance payments ahead of time. In addition to this, I am a full-time student and work almost full time and am in line to get a promotion. I'd say I am responsible. However, there is a little part of me that I can only describe as a 14-year-old boy who has to laugh at things like that. "You can't beat our meat." God damn was the right. Those burgers were so good. On top of that their smoked potato salad has me drooling just thinking about them.

Overall we had a blast, we donned cowboy hats and played country music and what my cousin likes to call "old white people music". This consists of music such as that of Jimmy Buffets' "Margaritaville". We got back to my cousin's house, and dinned on pizza, soda, and slutty brownies while watching "Crazy Rich Asians". To say I love that movie is an understatement. It was a fucking masterpiece. Just absolute gold. From the script to casting to costume and set design. A solid ten out of ten.

Now today has been crazy. I woke up late and missed my first class, what a fucking joy, my only other class for today is my journalism class. This, my dear void, is where I sit and type up what you're reading. This is funny because we are on the topic of different media formats and my professor mentioned blogs and social media. She asked who has a blog and I raised my hand. Technically I have two, this one and another one on this same hell site but It's a fanfiction blog. She asked how many followers and what type of blog.

Did I answer honestly?

Of fucking course I didn't, at least not completely.

I said it's a blog where I test different concepts I want to write on and different writing styles and that I had somewhere between 900 and 1000 followers. Which is all true. What I left out was that it is a fanfiction blog mainly catering to the shows supernatural, sherlock, and marvel. I am a junior in college majoring in psych and pre-med. I do not need my cohort to learn that I am a fanfiction writer. It's not something I am ashamed of, but I know the jokes (usually are made lovingly) would never end, and that not what I need.

Some might think "pre-med and psych? Why are you taking a journalism class?" A shocker for many people (including my father), people actually have hobbies. Mine is writing. So I like to learn of all forms and styles. Creative writing, journalism, creative writing, academic research. I want to know all of it and everything that there is to know. I've published a book, won writing contests, and still run a blog, and post my ramblings onto this public forum as if it's a private diary as a way to vent. To say I like writing is an understatement. Speaking of liking things and hobbies. I like...No. I love variety. I had to rinse and repeat and I love the spontaneity of life. I also need to keep to a routine so I don't spiral out of controll and lose track of life. Recently, I've felt almost that my life has become stagnant again. I cannot put words to the way I hate stagnation.

Yes, I know people need to rest after making progress to recharge and restock energy and resources before continuing on tackling long-term goals. But I hate to stay still for too long. Usually, I need to do something small to change up my day and its scratches the ich until I find my next footing. This time it wasn't as simple as changing the scenery while doing my homework. I almost impulsively went for a walk in the forest area near my house.

Is this the type of activity that causes a person to die in a horror movie?

Yes.

Was I aware of this?

Yes

Did I do it?

No

Why?     

I got a call from my boss.    

For the past year or so I have been trying to become a shift manager at my job. Not only for the five-dollar pay raise but also due to the fact it would look great on my resume and offer me experience that would do me good in the long-term future.

 It got to the point where I've been frustrated with my job. I've been trying to move up the ladder and haven't gotten anywhere but getting fewer hours. Granted it has been the slow season for our industry and job but still. It's aggravating.

Then an angel shines down upon me and stops me from being a stereotypical dumbass horror movie character and my phone rings. My manager tells me about the opening, how to apply, and what the application and interview process looks like. Any idea of venturing into a body of woods by myself evaporated faster than it spawned and I applied to the position as fast as possible.

Now the chaos I've been looking for. The new energy flow in my life. Trying to land that position. Aside from trying to get straight A's this semester and taking a break during the summer, now I have this. Especially since I'm taking almost four months off from school and have open availability with my job. At 20 an hour, for a 60-hour paycheck, I'll make more than my monthly expenses. I'll make more in that paycheck than I do currently in a month.

I have earned this promotion, I've busted my ass and done anything and everything I can short of trying to seduce the higher-ups, and I set standards in life that prevent me from doing so.

Now I depart from this post and I am off to use the restroom and head home as my professor is ending class. Have a great day and stay safe. Till next time.

  -your blogger

#free write #diary entry #diaryposting #online diary #personal diary #online #ranting

[i4lixie]

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summary: so maybe you wore a slutty outfit to 3racha's concert in your city. you didn't expect it to get attention--especially any attention from him.

genre: smut lolol, han is a lil bit of a fckboy

pairing: han x fem!reader

xtra info: this is a 3racha!only au, skz don't exist here, 3racha aren't idols but a slightly well known rap group. this was also a request!

You were just like all your other friends who wanted to look as sexy as possible for this upcoming show. April 18th, 8:30 PM was the time that all the boys of 3RACHA would be making their way on stage.

To say you... whored yourself out, is an understatement.

You didn't care. The amusing lyrics of "WOW" blasted through your speaker as your friend helped you slip on your see-through fishnet shirt over your black bra with "3RA" written on one cup, "CHA" on the other. The black cargo pants slightly evened out how revealing the top half of you was-they were split in the middle right underneath your ass, and you were happy for that-you would surely overheat in that nightclub with everyone around you.

So maybe you were going a little overboard. You didn't care.

"I swear if Changbin is in those glasses... I'm gonna piss myself." Hyewon whispers out as she scrolls through 3RACHA's Twitter. As soon as you were at a red light, you turned to see the picture-it was one they posted just an hour ago that you didn't get to see because you were too busy making yourself look like a Goddess with the new makeup you'd bought.

Changbin sported some clear glasses with what seemed like a tight white shirt with leather pants and a leather shirt that was cut in random places, squeezing him and making his physique pop. Chan wore a black blazer and nothing underneath, the blazer being buttoned the first few buttons, but left open after, revealing his muscled tummy.

And Jisung, your favorite. You could've crashed your car at the sight of him.

He's evil. Evil, for wearing that crop top with the same leather cut out as Changbin and leather pants. If you weren't a fan, you almost would've thought they were idols about to perform on a music stage, but that could never be your boys. Their personalities were far from idol-ish.

And it didn't help that your friends, along with you, got tickets to be as close as possible. Right in the fucking front.

"They're gonna kill us," you whimpered, your heartbeat suddenly racing as you parked in front of the nightclub. You were a bit early, and so were other fans it seemed--some people waiting outside their cars with alcohol or cigarettes in between their fingers.

Getting out of your car, you were shocked to suddenly hear a bunch of shouting and cheering. Looking towards the direction of the sound, your eyes popped at the sight of 3RACHA climbing out a black van. They were a little far away, but close enough that you could stare at them and tell if they were staring back.

They were. They were.

"Dude, they undoubtedly saw your fucking bra." Chaeyoung giggled at you, reaching forward to squeeze your tits, and you grunted at her as you pushed your hands away. She was right though--you made the words as big as possible and wrote them in white so they would be clear to any human eye. "What if they invite you on stage?"

"Then everyone in that bitch is getting a free strip show," you stated bluntly, causing your friends around you to laugh, especially at the fact that you were dead serious. You wouldn't miss the chance to at a one in a lifetime experience.

Getting into the concert was easier and way more fun than expected. You got plenty of compliments on your outfit, even a "they're definitely taking you to the back for that," every once in a while from fellow fans. Soon enough you were at the front of the club with your other friends, a cup full of sprite in your hand. You didn't wanna get drunk-you wanted to remember every second of this.

After a couple of minutes of vibing with the crowd, the lights in the club dimmed and screams erupted. You were amongst them, especially as the boys came out one by one, with wide smiles on their faces. Jisung's smile was turning into a little smirk as the screams got louder and louder, and his smug attitude was already making you weak in the knees.

"What's up motherfuckers?!" Changbin yelled into his mic, causing the other two to laugh as they helped in hyping up the crowd. "We're so excited to see all of your faces!"

"All of you already know the tracklist right?" Chan asked, and you nodded while everyone in the club told him yes. "Good. Han might forget some of it."

"Fuck you!" Jisung shouted at the other, though the smug smile stayed on your face. You couldn't help but laugh, and heat spread through your face as his eyes met yours due to the sound. He smiled a little more at you.

"He noticessss youuuu..." Hyewon whispered to you, nudging your shoulder. You roll your eyes.

While they introduce themselves and go through the tracklist once more, Jisung keeps meeting your eyes. You can tell he's looking at your bra, and you embrace it.

As soon as they start performing, the vibes start changing. You lose yourself in their music like you do when you're dancing in your room to their voices. You rap along, along with your friends, taking sips of sprite and feeling some of the soda on your chest, your skin sticky underneath the bright lights of the stage.

It's the middle of the setlist when they pause, taking a break to say a few words. Chan's are full of emotion, thanking everyone for staying and supporting. Changbin's are more or less the same, with some jokes filling the stadium with laughter.

"All of you have got on some nice ass outfits too," Han starts, tongue coming out to swipe at his bottom lip as his eyes suddenly slide over to your figure. "Especially this cutie in the front row. You got our name on your tits? That's a first."

Instead of shying away from the attention, you embrace it. Once in a lifetime experience.

"Guess who's name I got on my ass?" You tell him back, grinning as the nightclub erupts in cheers at your snakiness. Jisung's mouth drops a little at your confidence, and he winks at you, a telling look in the way his eyelids lower.

The next two hours were the best you could ever hope for. They performed a new song featuring two smaller rapper friends of theirs, The Tortoise and The Hare, and the beat sounds unbelievably sexy on the speakers. Of course, you know every word, and you lean into Jisung as he comes closer to you with the mic, rapping right in your face. His energy is high and you match it just as well, maybe even hitting the lyrics more than he does.

At the end of the concert, you're busy taking pictures and sharing videos with other fans when someone in all black approaches you, towering over you with his height. Leaning down, he whispers into your ear.

"A request from J.ONE--meet him backstage as soon as you can. He'll be waiting."

The man leaves. You sneak a look at his face before he does and you're left breathless once you realize that it's 3RACHA's manager.

Chaeyoung appears next to you, seeming as shocked as you are. "Was that-?"

"Yep. It was."

"Well?! What are you still standing here for?! Go get some dick!"

You widen your eyes at her, mouth opening to speak, but she cuts you off. "Nope. Don't need to worry bout me and Hyewonnie, we're going to the afterparty down the street. Join us when you're ready... if you can walk, at least."

You pop her and she leaves with Hyewon, snickering.

Once you start weaving your way through the crowd and walk behind the manager, you start to actually get nervous for the first time tonight. If Jisung wanted to fuck you, suck you, lick you--hell, you'd let him do anything. Sex was never something you shied away from, especially not from drop-dead gorgeous men.

You're too deep in your thoughts to notice the manager stopping until you nearly fun into him. His head points towards a closed door with the name J.ONE written on a piece of paper stuck towards it.

"He's in there."

With a small breath, you wished yourself luck before opening the door.

Jisung is sitting on a couch, his forehead dripping in sweat. His hair is wet but still parted in the middle how you like, and once you're so close to him, you can see his eyes are decorated in red eyeshadow.

He grins. "Hey, cutie."

You raise an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Do you do this with all your fans?" you tease him, head tilting as you lean back against the door.

His grin widens. "Why? You jealous, baby?"

"Jealous?" you scoff. "Not at all. Just don't want you to think I'm a quick fuck cause I like your music. I'll delete it all reallll fast."

"Baby, baby, baby," he soothes, and your heart flutters. "It's not like that at all. I just wanna get to know you, I can't do that?"

You stare at him blankly. "Get to know me while I have your group's name across my boobs?"

He shrugs, but you can see the ghost of a smile on his lips. "You wore it, not me... you had me distracted all night."

"Did I?"

"You really did," he murmurs, suddenly standing, and his presence fills the room. His shirt rises and your eyes are quick to get any sneaks at his tummy that you can. He is dangerously attractive. "Couldn't stop imagining having that bra in my pocket after I-"

"After you what?" you egg him, stepping off the door this time and closer to him. He stares you down. "Go on. Say it, Hannie."

"After I make you cum, baby."

That was all you needed. You wanted this, and he wanted it too--neither of you was shying away from it.

It took about three seconds after you kissed him for him to slam your back against the door, bending down to reach your height. His hot hands slide your exposed, sweaty thighs, gripping at the flesh.

"I believe you told me you had someone else's name written on your ass," he whispered against your lips. When you opened your eyes, his were still closed, and your pussy thrummed at how into it he looked. Just like on stage. "That true, baby?"

"Maybe," you whispered back. "Wanna see?"

He wasted no time in spinning you around, his arms reaching around your waist to unbuckle your cargo pants. Yanking them down, he inhaled sharply at the sight of you clad in just a black thong, with "J.ONE'S" written on your right asscheek, signed with a heart next to it.

"Holy shit," he muttered breathlessly in your ear, kneading at your flesh, driving mewls from you as you bucked up against him. It felt way too good. "You were just planning on giving this pussy to me tonight, weren't you?"

You were on fire. Nothing could cool you down, as his words were only lighting you up further, making you unbelievably hot. "I was hoping I'd get lucky."

"I'm the lucky one," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. A cute moment in this bubble of sex around you two. "I bet you taste amazing, huh?"

Plucking your thong out the way, he ran one finger down your slit, from your clit to your hole which clenched around nothing. Pressing further against you, he slid in the long digit, immediately sliding it back out and messily fingerfucking you just to feel your writhe against his chest. Your pussy aches for more and he gives you just that; adding one more, two more fingers until he's stretching you out, feeling out a rhythm with his fingers. It's fast, so fast you can barely think straight, and once he swipes the pad of his thumb over your clit you're a goner, sucking in his fingers as you cum all over them.

It's quiet for a moment, other than the sound of you breathing heavily against the door. Then, the sound of Jisung licking his fingers invades the air.

"Just as sweet as you look," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. "Can I fuck you now, baby?

The fact that he's asking surely makes you drip. His fingers are steadily stroking your pussy, even sliding up to prod over your rim, your eyelids fluttering.

"Yes, please, Hannie," you permit him through shallow breaths. "Please fuck me."

He purposefully goes slow with tearing open the condom wrapper, and you can only imagine how sexy he looks sliding the rubber over his cock. You try to take a peak but he stops you, whispering "ah ah ah" as the hand finds the back of your head, making you face forward.

"I'll let you see the next time we meet up," he whispers, sliding his tip between your folds.

Next time. He wants to see you again.

He delves inside you, and all the tension from the concert snaps as soon as he's as deep as he can get. Pleasure soars through your body with every inch that slides up into your pussy. His hands are tight against your hips, and he can't help but roam his palms over your thighs, especially over his name-pulling out and snapping back into you.

He fucks what belongs to him. He doesn't want to go slow and neither do you, nails scratching against the door as he rams into you at a steady, almost melodic pace. He doesn't shy away from being quiet either, his voice making you clench even tighter. Is it possible that he sounds just as good moaning for you as he does rapping?

"Definitely gonna write about this pussy," he grunts in your ear, staying deep inside you and rolling his hips in little circles, which causes you to sigh wistfully. "Write about how it's already got me addicted."

His hand comes up to find your left breast as he starts fucking you again, squeezing at your already hard nipples. "This bra, too. I'm stealing it. Just so you know."

You're too lost to respond. You can almost feel yourself going dumb, not caring about anything around you or anyone that can hear as he moves. You can tell he's the same way--slapping your ass every other second, leaning forward to dig his teeth in your shoulder when you position your hips up on his cock.

"Baby.." he starts, his hands finding their way to your chest now, holding onto you like he's about to lose it. "Baby, I'm gonna nut."

"Me too, me too," you join him in chants, both of your voices high and needy. "Don't stop. Don't stop.."

He fucks into you harder, quicker, his grip tight on your body as he nears the edge. In just a few more quick thrusts you're cumming around him, head falling back once you feel his condom filling with thick warmth. You're shaking at this point, too weak to even stand—but he's got you, holding you up and somehow maneuvering the two of you to the small couch in the room.

Most people would think lying on a random rapper after sex, sticky and wet, is the grossest thing ever. But you think of it as the perfect end to your night.

"...Hey."

"Hm?" You look up at him.

"I really want that bra. Y'know, as like, a souvenir."

Yep, you think. Perfect ending.

#skz #stray kids #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz han #skz jisung #han jisung #jisung smut #jisung x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung smut #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fic #stray kids fic #stray kids oneshot #skz one shot

[cutearomantic]

curveball

Josiah x black fem reader

Trigger warning; dub-con , DARK CONTENT (but the reader has a crush on Josiah), blood, murder, smut, degradation, josiah is a bit of a dick , public sex, hair pulling

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Swiping away at your phone as everyone else mindlessly tapped away at their keyboards, a friend of yours named Basil had went missing and you didn’t know where she was, never picked up her phone, wasn’t at her house ; hell you even called her mom and she was just GONE !

It worried you everyone wondered where she was until the manger came through and said Basil was on a trip out of state, this relieved you but where was her phone, she couldn’t of left without it that girl loves her phone too much to leave it behind but you thought it was best to need investigate, it was none of your business anyways—

You continued scrolling through your phone , as the hours flew by like it was almost time for some peoples shift to end had you really spent that much time on your phone?! You really need to get a hobby something because this is getting sad and pathetic, you cut off as one of your co-workers spoke “Have a safe night name, if you need anyone Josiah can help!”.

You smiled and waved “Thank you! I’ll turn to him if i need anything”. Josiah hearing the conversation started heading back to someone’s corridor, he smiled as he taps the person shoulder “hey, cmon I need discuss something with you, about the recent murders” the person shivered as he said murder but got up from his chair and headed out back. Following Josiah , he put his hand over the anonymous male mouth, muffling him from screaming as he dragged him into the break room.

The male biting Josiah hand as he tries to run to the door as Josiah grabs the knife on the counter, stabbing him in the back as he hits the wall, blood soaking the clean white walls as the male begs for forgiveness as he steps on the male dropping the knife right into his neck region. Silence, only thing being heard is the blood dripping down the walls he picks up the knife as he heads to counter he hears the door open, revealing you

Your beautiful body, pretty face , cute curves, everything amazing, but you had to ruin it you began to scream and backed away from the scene as you tried running down the long hallway he grabbed you by your shirt, dragging you into the room screaming and pleading for someone to help you as he slammed the door, pushing you up against the wall, hand over your mouth , he let out a chuckle “you see, you caught me huh? But I guess you know we’re this going until..” he paused staring at your skirt as he tilts his head near your ear “you can’t tell anyone if your dumbed out”. Breathe hitched in your throat as you gulped as he continued to push your skirt up , until your panties were shown , body hot and tense as his cold hands roamed your thighs squeezing and squishing them.

“J-Josiah, can we talk about this ?!” “We are talking about this, just in a different way”. You’d be damned if you told him to keep squishing your thighs as he hooked his fingers on your panties pulling them down till they pooled on the floor. And here you were pussy exposed while a your sexy co-owner was covered in blood, he took off his shirt and threw it somewhere where he returns back to you , fingers on the lips of your pussy rubbing up and down , moans slipping from your lips as you let him have his way with you as he kept teasing and rubbing on your lips, circling and pushing on your cunt as you moaned.

He sneaked a finger in as you moans his name loudly but don’t forget your still in the work establishment with this psycho of a hottie, he continued fingering you as small whimpers, and moans fell from your lips “hm, a slutty co-worker of mine getting off to my fingers even though I killed one of her friends, you must a common street whore huh?” the words that he said pulled your heart strings as tears fell from your face. But the pleasure attached felt so good until he pulled his out, that orgasm that you long desired gone, you pressed your head against the cold wall as Josiah, grabbed your leg pulling you both in position were he could free his cock.

Taking his cock out he pressed against your cock grinding against you as your pussy covered him in your juices until he pushed inside using his hand to cover your mouth from the loud scream you let out, the stretch was painful he was big, really big for someone who’s never talked to a woman before (sorry). He started thrusting inside of you all kinds of degrading left his mouth calling you a “slut, a whore even a bitch” you were dick drunk as he fucked you fast he was dumbing you out as your juices dripped down your legs. You were basically nothing mind foggy you didn’t even know where you were as he gripped your hair pushing deeper inside of you. Moans and groans filling the room as you put yours hands on the wall again for support your body was burning as you gritted your teeth, his last thrusts before he pumped you full of his load as his thrusted a little bit more rubbing your clit as you orgasmed, you gulped as you collapsed against the wall.

As you laid against the wall he smiled a pat your head “good girl..you won’t even remember this moment”

Note; omg a dark content smut so gross of me jk I hope u enjoyed

#josiah smut #overtime josiah #overtime x reader #overtime horror game #overtime smut #overtime #josiah overtime #tw dark fic #tw dark content #tw dubious consent #tw dubcon #smut with plot #tw murder #tw blood

[y0itsbri]

🎃s1 shameless halloween headcanons🎃

by @halcyonlauren and i because the fact that there isn't a halloween episode in s1 especially is a crime! 👻💀🦇 (if anyone is inspired by any of this, feel free to add/create anything!)

scary movies as a fam! lip and ian cringing at the horror (because as much as they act tough, they still have weak stomachs). debbie pretending she's a witch afterwards. fiona thinks debbie actually thinks she has powers. she's only a little concerned when she hears debbie chanting around some circle of odd shaped objects.

diy-ing their own costumes the southside way! fiona would have them put in their costume requests at the beginning of the month. you miss the deadline? you're a ghost.

killer carl carving a pumpkin and messing with the pumpkin guts. he's very excited because this is the one time he's actually handed a knife. fiona regrets her choices.

liam dressing a baby bumble bee. everyone buzzing and flying him around the kitchen. lots of baby giggles.

fiona dressing up all slutty and handing out candy until she goes out with v. v has a white mini dress with angel wings and a halo. fiona has a red mini dress with black bat wings and a devil horn headpiece.

lip going to some high school party. karen says she's going whether he wants to or not. he's whipped so of course he goes. he scams local idiots in true gallagher fashion.

mandy and ian doing couples costumes! they couldn't decide on cowboys or vampires, mandy thinking vampires are sexier and ian thinking cowboys are where it was at. so they mashed their ideas together. ian has the western shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots, but he has the vampire look with fake blood and fangs, a bit of smudged eyshadow, and a black cape. mandy is dressed like a vampire with her usual s1 goth aesthetic but she has on cowgirl boots, a diy cropped denim jacket, and a cowgirl hat.

they also end up at the party, meeting up with lip and karen.

the milkovich brothers deciding to swing by after getting their halloween vandalism in early, red paint smudged on their clothes and faces.

iggy and colin mooching off the alcohol they can grab. them trying to steal a tv and failing. the grandfather clock incident from s3 was not a stand-alone event.

s1 puppy love ian trying not to be obvious that he's following grimy little mickey around the halloween party but it's ian. he's a little obvious.

but who cares, almost everyone is in costume and no one's really paying attention to them.

mickey discreetly gets ian to follow him upstairs to a more private room... for well over an hour.

mandy is chilling with lip and karen, but she's annoyed at ian because who the hell could he have found to hook up with when they'd only been at the party for less than thirty minutes before he disappeared? meanwhile no guys have flirted with her the entire night, which was kind of the point of the matching costumes, to be fair, but mandy's too annoyed to think about that.

while karen and mandy head to the kitchen to get more food, lip asks ian who he was with and ian gives him the old "i can't tell you." and lip's response is a nonchalant "well whoever this guy is he must be a real slut for you to ditch your fake girlfriend in the middle of a party for him." and ian just goes "yeah 🥰"

ian smirks at mickey from across the room, hair slightly mussed. mickey flips him off but he can still see a hint of his smile. he feels like he's glowing.

#i can't wait for the halloween vibes so we're getting in the spirit early with some shameless s1 headcanons #my posts #shameless halloween #shameless #halloween #shameless s1 #s1 #ian gallagher #lip gallagher #fiona gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #veronica ball #gallavich #mandy milkovich #mickey milkovich #karen jackson #iggy milkovich #colin milkovich #shameless headcanons #hc

[chrisevansjellybeans]

Undercover- Mob! Steve Rogers Part 2

Okay here is the highly requested part two to my Mob! Steve post! I had some technical difficulties posting it but hopefully you guys see it in the tags now :)

Warnings: swearing and smut

Word count: 2.8k

“When I said go undercover, I didn’t mean under his covers, Agent.” Director Fury slammed his hand down on his desk. It had now officially been twenty-four hours since your encounter with the mob boss and you had been waiting anxiously all day to talk with Nick Fury. The rumor around the office all day was that he wasn’t too pleased with how things went down.

“I did what I had to do, sir.” You stated boldly.

Fury scoffed but didn’t respond.

He was quiet for a moment, his eye scanning over the piece of paper in his hand. You fidgeted uncomfortably as your legs were still sore from your romp last night and you tried to hold it together as Fury gave you a weird look.

“Just sit down, Y/N.”

You muttered a thank you as you took a seat.

“Listen, this is all good and fine but I want more. This,” He waved the note in his hand. “Is just a drug felony. I want this bastard put away for life.”

“But what about Stark?”

“A slippery politician, nothing more. I want insight on just more than this. I want it all.”

You sat back in the chair. You understood where he was coming from, but he was also acting like you hadn’t just uncovered a huge piece of information.

“Sir-”

“Which is why you’re going to continue...seeing Rogers. Your undercover assignment has just been extended until further notice.”

“But, sir!” You stood up in protest.

“But nothing, Agent. You’ve made your bed and you’ve already lied in it. Now do it again.” He snapped.

“Are you pimping me out, sir?”

“You did that yourself, Y/N.” Fury snarked. “Anyway, as we speak I have other agents creating an entire new identity for you on the internet so when Roger’s does eventually look you up he’ll find everything we want him to find.”

You felt yourself sinking back down into the chair. He was being completely serious. You suddenly felt very hot as you processed all the information coming at you.

“And what exactly is it going to say?”

“That you are Y/N Monroe. You are the same age as you are now and a barista at the coffee shop just below your apartment. You went to the University of Minnesota and graduated with a business degree, but currently can’t find any jobs. Pity. Your parents died when you were young and you have no siblings-no need to wrap anyone else up in this. We’ve made an Instagram account since that seems to be the most popular app among adults your age. I pushed for no socials but apparently it’s weirder if you don’t have one.”

“Okay...but I don’t have a coffee shop below my apartment.”

“You do now. Your stuff is being moved into a safe house apartment on the other side of town. That’s where you’ll be staying for now. Don’t worry, I have Parker holed up in the apartment two doors down.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to try to calm down. There was nothing else you could do. Fury was right, you had made your bed. You reached over and grabbed the file that Fury had pushed towards the front of the desk. Your new life all put together in a Manila folder.

Damn you, Ma and your slutty advice.

“You can go now.” Fury waved you away, now totally focused on whatever file he had in front of him. You hesitated, wanting to say something but nothing came so you left.

“Y/N!” Peter ran up beside you as you stormed down the hallway. “Heard we’re gonna be neighbors.”

You smiled at how excited he was. “It’s only temporary, Parker. Don’t wet your pants.”

Peter blushed and gently shoved you to the side as you both continued walking. “I know that. But doesn’t mean it won’t be fun. We could have movie nights or something.”

“I suppose we could find some time.” You nudged him back.

“Oh here, before I forget.” Peter shoved a brand new iPhone into your hand. “Fury had me add some tweaks to the geo location so it’s more precise than what Apple has. My burner number is already programmed in there too.”

You studied the burner phone, impressed that they didn’t just give you another shitty tracfone like you were used to.

“Thanks, kid.”

“I’m not that much younger than you.” Peter grumbled as the two of you finally made it to the parking structure.

You smirked over your shoulder as you walked up to your Jeep Wrangler. “Young enough. ‘Night, kid!”

Peter flipped you off but was smiling the whole time as you drove off.

You punched in your new address in the GPS and followed along as it brought you to the older part of town. You had always loved this part of the city but never thought to move out here. Even though it wasn’t the new upcoming neighborhood, the rent prices had been driven up by the young kids moving in who just “adored the old time aesthetic” and the lofted buildings.

Your building was one of those you noted as you parked your car outside of your new address. The old brick building was tall, maybe six stories and had fire escapes littered across the front of it. The front door was a rusted green that you had to yank to budge to get open.

Extra security, I suppose. You laughed to yourself.

Your apartment was on the third floor and right off the freight elevator. You weren’t expecting much when you opened the door but you made a noise of pleasant surprise when you did.

The inside was warm and inviting. A plush gray sofa that resembled a cloud was center in your living room that you saw right away from the small entry hallway. As you stepped in further you saw a decent size tv mounted against the wall and two bookshelves on either side of it, filled with books and records that went along with the record player that was right underneath the television. To the left the living room was the kitchen. Nothing big, which you didn’t mind-you weren’t the best cook in the world. There was a small bar-like counter that had two barstools perched underneath. Down the small hallway you found your bedroom. A king sized bed covered in an off white comforter set with matching sheets. Small potted plants hung from the corner near the window and an array of makeup and perfumes littered the top of the wooden dresser.

Tentatively you opened the dressers to find a whole new wardrobe waiting for you. There were basics: such as t-shirts, jeans, bras and panties but there was also a whole drawer dedicated to skimpy lingerie that you knew was expensive. The walk-in closet was filled with dresses, some formal and some you wouldn’t let your grandmother even see hanging off the rack.

“Well done, Fury.” You mumbled to yourself as your fingers ran down the silk fabric of a long evening gown.

You were settling on to your couch, sweats on and a glass of wine in your hand when you heard a knock on the door. Slowly you got up, grabbing your gun from the plant next to the door. You looked through the peephole and let out a curse when you saw none other than Steve Rogers standing outside your apartment.

You shoved the gun back into the plant and ran your fingers through your hair before opening the door, but leaving the chain attached.

“Mr. Rogers, how can I help you?” Your eyes twinkled as the man in front of you rested his arm on the top of the door frame and leaned close to the opening you had created.

“You said I would see you soon, princess. Looks like soon is now.” The nickname again caused your stomach to flutter.

“I was just getting ready for bed. You’ll have to come by another time.” You feigned a yawn. Steve’s eyes blared as he stood up straight.

“It’s rude to keep your guests waiting, Miss Monroe.” Your heart jumped at the use of your alias. Thank god your team worked fast.

“And it’s rude to show up to people’s apartments unannounced, Mr. Rogers.”

“Open the door, sweetheart.” He hissed, but his eyes held anything but anger. He was intrigued. He never found a woman before who wasn’t afraid to dish back his sass. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

“Say please.” You teased through the opening.

“Please.” He said through gritted teeth.

Chuckling you closed the door gently and undid the chain. Before you could reopen it though, Steve pushed his way through scooping you up in his arms as he did. You naturally wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms held tight around him as you squealed against his neck.

He walked you back into the living room and plopped down on the couch, holding you so you were still straddling him.

You pulled away but kept your arms hanging loosely around him. He smirked up at you as his fingers toyed with the hem of the tank top you had on. His eyes fell to the wine that was only half drank on your coffee table.

“Heading off to bed soon, huh?”

“My bedtime snack.”

There was a part of your brain that recognized him for who he was: evil. But another part of your brain saw him as the man who made your body feel things that it had never felt before and that had your heart racing like a schoolgirl with a crush. The part that recognized that he was so easy to talk and joke with. The great sex wasn’t a bummer either.

His smirk was replaced by a genuine smile as he pulled you down and gave you a kiss that had your toes curling. He moaned into your mouth as you slowly ground your hips against his, your fingers tugging at the hair by his neck. His tongue massaged yours, letting you know exactly who was in charge at this moment. His hands ran underneath your tank top, fingers tracing up your spine before reaching the front and giving your nipples a slight twist.

He moved his mouth from yours and peppered kisses along the side of your neck as he lifted the tank top over your head. He threw it to the side as his mouth attached to your protruding bud while his fingers pinched and toyed with the other one. Skillfully, and with his mouth still attached to you, Steve flipped you over so your back was on the couch and he was on top of you. He lifted his head, his blue eyes clouded with lust as he started kissing down from the center of your chest, down your stomach and down your legs as he pulled your sweats along with him.

He hummed as he spread your bottom lips apart with his fingers, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit. You wiggled your hips against his face but he responded with a smack against your core.

“Honey, you gotta learn who’s in charge here and who’s-“ he kissed your clit ever so slightly, teasing you. “Just a little cock slut.”

His tongue circled over your bundle of nerves while fingers toyed with your slick. Gently he pushed two fingers into your pussy. Your eyes fluttered closed as his steady rhythm and flick of his tongue brought your orgasm to the forefront.

“Shit, Steve…” you whimpered, gripping his hair and pulling him close. “Oh fuck, I’m close!”

“Let me taste you, princess.” Steve growled. You nearly lost it at the sigh of your juices dripping from his chin. “Give it to me like the good girl you are.”

“Oh god!” You called out as he hit that spongy spot that caused your thighs to tighten around his head. Your body spasmed as it rode out your orgasm. Your chest heaving and your legs shaking as he slowly pulled his fingers from you. A moan was caught in your throat as you watched him put his soaked fingers between his lips, a look of pure satisfaction covering his perfect face.

Steve leaned his body over yours but careful not to let his full weight fall on you. He ran his nose up the side of your neck, along your cheek before letting it rub against your own. You grabbed his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. There was something so erotic about tasting yourself when your tongues met.

“Show me your bedroom?” Steve pulled away. You gave a weak nod. Steve stood up and hoisted you up, your legs weak beneath you.

“Poor baby.” He cooed in your ear. “Only one orgasm down and already can’t walk. I can’t imagine how you’ll be when I’m done with you.”

With that he lifted you and walked down your short hallway to the bedroom. In your hazy, post orgasm mind you hoped the mattress was comfy. You hadn’t even tested out beforehand.

Steve threw you on the bed and you sighed as you fell into the cloud. You leaned back on your elbows and watched as Steve unbuttoned the new shirt and trousers he had on. You stifled your laughter thinking about the wine stained ones back at his house.

“Something amusing to you, sweetheart?” He grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards the end of the bed. He lifted your foot up, setting it over his shoulder as he kissed the inside of your calf.

“No, sir.” You teased.

“You’re a bad liar.” He nipped at your knee.

Not as bad as you might think.

Steve made you come at least four more times that night. Your body completely spent when he finally rolled over and laid next to you, yours and his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

You rolled over and threw your leg and arm over his body, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. Steve’s fingers toyed with yours as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Spend the night?” You asked into the darkness. It was nearly three in the morning and your eyes were slowly closing no matter how much you willed them to stay open.

“I have some business things that I have to take care of early in the morning.” He answered, his fingers running up and down your arm.

“Oh, okay.” You said sadly. Steve’s chest rumbled with light laughter as he brought your hand that was in his up to his lips and gave it a kiss. You were soon realizing that he was actually a very affectionate person.

“But I want you to come back to the house tomorrow. I’ll send one of my guys for you in the afternoon.”

“Really?” You sat up. Steve blindly reached for your nightstand and turned on the lamp that was on it. His hair was tousled from the numerous times you had run your fingers through it and his lips were red and swollen. He looked like the epitome of sex and it was fucking hot.

“Yes, really.” He chuckled. He grabbed your phone that was on the nightstand and held it out for you to unlock. You did quickly and he took it back and started typing. “I don’t give out my personal number to a lot of people.”

“So I’m special.” You wiggled in your spot, a grin covering your face.

“Yes. You are.” Steve looked back at you and you were taken aback by the sincerity in his tone. He handed your phone back to you and you laughed at the name he had for his contact: Steve Rogers and an eggplant emoji.

“You’re a child.” You giggled.

Steve rolled his eyes and got out of bed and you took the time to appreciate his bum as he walked over to get his pants.

You gathered the soft sheets in your hand and brought them up to your chest. Although you weren’t sure what you were trying to hide, he had seen it all.

Once he was dressed and you slipped on a robe that you found hanging behind the door, you walked him out. He stood in your doorframe, his large figure making the space seem very small. He smiled as he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your head and leaned down and gave you a kiss.

“Make sure to lock all the doors behind me. And text me when you wake up tomorrow.” He demanded softly.

“Mmmkay, I will.” You said hazily.

“Go get some sleep, princess.” He laughed as he pushed away from the door and walked to the elevator. You watched as he got in and gave you a quick wave before whipping out his phone to make a call.

Once he was out of sight you closed the door softly, making sure to bolt everything before heading back to your bed. You were too tired to even clean up before you passed out.

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[kakejiszka]

Studio Fun

This is my first Jake smut, hope you enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: contains lots of smut, you have been warned.

After changing at least six times, you still hadn't chosen among the three set of clothes that were lying on your bed, surrounded by several other pieces of clothing that together created a mess in your entire room, that smelled like citrus, makeup and despair.

You couldn't help but tremble with anxiety at the sight of yourself in your lingerie in the mirror, after all, the occasion you were dressing for was unprecedented. Should you wear a fancy dress? A slutty short skirt? A rocker leather jacket?

You had hit the jackpot: after a few weeks going out with Jake, he had finally invited you to meet the studio where he and his band rehearsed every week. And furthermore, you would meet his brother Josh and Sam and their friend Danny for the first time. You were nervous, as shit was starting to get serious.

Jake was living rent free in your head. Since the first time you saw him, your standards for men had never been the same, after all, no one could surpass his beauty, talent and charisma. To top it all, he was so romantic: on the three times you went out together, he managed to surprise you even with the simplest things. On your first date, you had coffee together, but he gifted you white roses. On the second date, you two took a walk around the town and he held your hand the entire time. On the third date, where it's socially acceptable to have sex, he took you to a super fancy restaurant with wonderful food. You even wore a beatiful black dress and made sure to wear your best lingerie. But, despite taking you home and kissing you by the door (for the first time), that was it. Maybe he was shy, maybe he wasn't ready, but you couldn't help but feeling a bit disappointed for not spending the night with him.

You chose the skirt. If there was even the smallest chance of you seducing him that day, you were willing to try. You finished the look with a black tank top, which was so tight you didn't feel the need to wear a bra, an oversized jeans jacket and black boots. You applied some eyeliner and mascara.

You called an Uber to the address Jake had texted you and quickly you arrived. Your phone vibrated in your jacket's pocket. "Be there in 15" his text said. You felt your legs tremble during the whole time you spent waiting for him, which seemed like an eternity. Despite all his qualities, it wasn't new to you that Jake Kizka's worst flaw was that he was always late.

You noticed the studio: it was very big and it seemed like a place full of quality equipment. The street where it was located was full of different records and musical instruments stores, what made you realize you were in a part in town where you could find everything that was music-related. As you waited for him, all the thoughts in the world were crossing your mind: what if he's not so into me? What if his brothers don't like me? What am I doing here? What kind of idea was this? Do I still have time to go back home?

"Hey!" you were surprised by a familiar voice behind you.

"Jake!" you said, nervousness resonating in your voice.

"Did I scare you?" he asked, giggling.

"No, I'm okay, it's just that..." you didn't even have to finish what you were saying so that he could understarnd the situation.

"There's nothing to be nervous about, they will love to meet you."

Jake gave you his hand and you held it, now feeling much safer and calmer than before.

You two entered the studio and followed through a long dark hallway. The walls were painted black and were full of band posters and stickers. There were other rooms there and you could hear other bands rehearsing inside them. Jake guided you to the end of the hallway where a small set of stairs took you to the second floor.

For your surprise, there weren't other rooms on the second floor like there were on the first floor. It was a single room entirely, where you could find everything: a big couch, a frigo, technical equipment for recording, vending machines, snooker table, a mini bar, all sorts of things...

A section of the room was isolated by a thick glass wall. Inside it, the walls were covered in acoustic panels and the room was filled with many amplifiers, pedals, instruments and a bunch of other things you didn't know what were called were there.

Lying on the couch were Danny, Sam and Josh, waiting for Jake.

"Goddamnit, finally!" Josh shouted "we waited for like an hour!"

"I was getting ready for her" Jake answered, smirking and pulling you close to him by your waist. You couldn't hide the embarassment on your face.

"What a fancy studio!" you said, trying to change the subject "I didn't know you rehearsed in such a cool place."

"It wasn't always like this, ya know" Josh said while standing up and putting his hands in his pockets "we started playing at our house, but it was starting to get too noisy for miss Karen" he laughed.

"It's true, we had to look for cheap studios, but it was hard to find anything in a small town like Frankenmuth" Sam said.

You all talked a bit and, fortunately, the boys were all very nice. You felt very welcomed by Josh's sense of humor, Sam's big smile and Danny's kindness.

After you got to know them, they entered the acoustic room and started rehearsing. You sat on the couch to watch them and, although you were scared to feel bored, you had a lot of fun with the private show they were performing for you.

You couldn't take your eyes off Jake. What he did to the guitar was phenomenal, sexy and even pornographic. The way he slowly slid his hand over the guitar's neck while sweat drops fell on his forehead were making you cross your legs a bit too hard over the couch.

He noticed you were staring at him and smiled at you through the glass, making you cover your face with your hands out of embarassment. You must have been making a funny face, because he giggled at the sight of you.

After two or three hours of rehearsal, they were done. Although the air-conditioning was making you shiver, they left the room all sweaty. Josh, Sam and Danny went to the frigo to get some beer. Jake went there as well, but he made sure to get one for you too.

"Did you like to watch the rehearsal?" Jake asked, offering you an already open Corona bottle.

"I loved it!" you said, getting the bottle from his hand and taking a sip.

"I was scared you would get bored" he said while he sat by your side on the couch and opened his bottle.

"How could I? I felt very special for watching such an exclusive show!" you said, making him laugh.

For the first time, you noticed what he was wearing: a dark purple silk shirt with the buttons opened showing his chest, as he always wore them. He had tight black cuffed pants and brown boots. On his neck, some long necklaces that reached the middle of his bare chest, and on his wrists a few bracelets. His style was casual and attractive, but goddamn, he looked so fucking hot.

The rest of the day was very fun. You two drank together and talked a lot, what got you even closer to each other. Josh, Sam and Danny played snooker and drank a lot, until they decided to leave.

There were only you and Jake, that were now a bit tipsy and still had a lot to talk about. You noticed that, although you two had already went out before, this was the first time you talked this much. When you realized, you were physically very close: your legs were resting over Jake's left leg and his hand was caressing the back of your head. Your index finger was circling around Jake's bare chest. He looked so great in that shirt.

"Do you wanna see something?" he excitedly asked. You, curious as you were, immediately answered:

"Sure."

Jake stood up and walked towards the platform where there was a panel with a billion different buttons you had no idea were for. After pressing and regulating some of them, he made a sign with his fingers invinting you to join him.

"What does that thing do?" you asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Everything" he playfully answered.

"Everything what?" you asked again, laughing impatiently.

"This is the sound mixer, where we can control everything inside the acoustic room. Bass, treble, autotune, tuning, echo, volume... and so on" while he patiently explained to you, you admired him. He would get so excited when talking about music.

"Wow" you responded, without taking your eyes off his.

"Wanna try it out?" he asked.

"What? Are you serious?" you almost spit the liquid of the forth or fifth beer bottle you were having that day.

"Very serious" he said, looking deep in your eyes.

"Okay then..."

"Put this on" he said, grabbing the two headphones thar were lying on the table over the mixer and handing one over to you.

You did as he said and Jake left you responsible for the sound mixer and ran inside the acoustic room, almost tripping due to his light state of inebriation.

"What is he doing?" you quietly asked yourself.

He shut the door of the acoustic room and got one of the 6 or 7 guitars that were inside. After that, he put on the headphones that he brought with him to the room, turned on the microphone that was resting over a tripod and said:

"Can you hear me?"

The sound came out so loud in your headphones that you got scared and jumped, almost turning deaf. After that, you laughed a lot and so did he.

"How do I turn this thing down?" you asked him, screaming so he could hear you through the glass wall.

"Slide the red button down, on your right. Oh, and you don't have to scream, on your left there's a microphone that's meant for you to talk to me while I'm inside, just hold its button down."

You did as he told you to and laughed at yourself, feeling silly for not knowing how to use those things.

"There. Can I do what I want here?"

"Yeah!" he answered.

Jake started playing a random melody and you played with the sounds, having fun like a child. Distorting, increasing and decreasing the echoes, you two laughing like fools.

When you had enough fun, Jake spoke on the microphone again.

"Did you know this room has an almost perfect acoustic insulation?"

"Almost perfect? Like, no one can hear from the outside?" you said while pressing the mic's button and arching a brow, without believing him.

"Exactly" he said, putting his guitar away "I can scream as loud as I want here, no one will listen. Wanna try it?"

"How do I do that?" you asked, searching for the function among the million buttons on the sound mixer panel.

"Just turn the volume down, all of it."

And so you did. As you turned the volume down, it was getting harder and harder to hear what he said, until you couldn't hear a word. He only realized you couldn't hear him when he saw the surprise on your face, caused by the magic of the acoustic room. You could tell by his facial expression that he was laughing, and you laughed as well.

He made a gesture with his hand, like he asked you if you could hear him. You answered through the mic:

"I can't hear anything! This is amazing!"

He smiled and made another gesture, as if he was inviting you to the acoustic room. You quickly removed your earphones and walked to the door, thinking it would be your turn to stay there as he played with the sound.

When you opened the door, Jake immediately pulled you inside and shut the door with both of you inside. Then, he pressed you against the wall, pinning both of your wrists against it over your head.

You couldn't help but feeling surprised, after all, Jake had never acted like this before. He had always been romantic and careful, so you were pretty curious about his sudden dominating attitude.

He approached his face to yours, whispering close to your ear:

"Wanna test the acoustic of the room's acoustics?"

His tone was everything but innocent. You finally understood where he was getting to, so you decided to play his game.

"How can we test it?" you answered, faking innocence, and he smiled at your acting. So he put his leg in the middle of yours, gently rubbing his thigh against your groin and pressing you even harder agains the foamy wall.

"We can try it the best way possible."

After he said it, he kissed you deeply. His hands let go of your wrists and slowly slid down your arms, all the way to your neck. One of his hands held the back of your head and the other choked you slightly, but strong enough to make breathing a little harder. Your arms, now free of his grip, curled arould his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

The kiss was getting hotter. You felt the hand that held your neck go down to your waist, and the hand on the back of your head gently pull your hair, bringing your head back and making you moan softly. Jake stopped kissing you and smirked, watching your pleasure face.

"They might see us through the glass!" you said, but he didn't pay much attention as he immediately returned to kiss your lips.

"I don't care" he answered, and although it was a bit scary, the fear of getting caught was also thrilling and exciting.

Your neck was completely exposed now, inviting Jake's silky lips which left soft kisses on your skin, making their way to your ear lobes where he gently nibbled. It sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps on your skin, something Jake noticed and made sure to show he enjoyed.

"You like this, huh?" he whispered in your ear. You nodded with a small moan, still a little overwhelmed by the situation, but certainly enjoying it.

Jake went back to kissing your neck, now a little faster. The tiny threads of growing beard on his jaw scratched your face, the sensation was even more arousing. You were so focused on that that only later you realized that his hand wasn't on your waist anymore, but was grabbing your ass.

Your body was warm, but you had chills. The mix of sensations Jake was causing on you gave you so much pleasure, but at the same time it was torturous. It wasn't enough, you wanted more and he knew that, but he wanted to keep you waiting.

Jake put both on his hands on your ass, squeezing it hard and making you moan softly. But after a short period, you felt his hands leave the place, which surprised you. Only then you realized he was taking off your jeans jacket and tossing in on the floor. The black tank top you were wearing left your collarbone and your shoulders exposed, which was exactly what Jake's lips were looking for. But before he went back to what he was doing, he took a good look at your newly exposed body part. His eyes traveled from your face to your breasts and there they stood, what got you a little embarassed.

"You're so hot, did you know that?" he whispered, staring even harder at your cleavage and then at your eyes. You smiled and blushed. The way he said those things made you feel a way no other man had ever managed to do to you. "You don't have to feel ashamed..." he said, smirking at your reaction.

His lips met yours again, but only for a short period of time. They quickly moved to your collarbone. His hands were now were wandering around your whole body, moving from your neck to your shoulders, back, waist and ass, as if he was desperate to feel you. Which was amazing, because you were eager to feel his hands all over you.

You also wanted to feel him, so you did as he did: you took one of your hands to the back of his hand and slightly pulled back some of his long brown hair, what made him moan and smile in response. Your other hand traveled through his chest, gently dragging your nails around the small part of exposed skin. My god, he looked so hot in that purple jacket. The only way he could look hotter than that would be without it.

You started to slowly unbutton the shirt, which made him stop kissing you and look at you with a naughty smirk.

"So much hurry!" he giggled.

"You take mine off, I take yours, that's how it works" you answered, winking at him.

He helped you take off his shirt and toss it on the floor, next to your jacket. You enjoyed the view of his shirtless body, staring at it just like he did to you before, sliding your nails and digging them on his torso. He held your hand over his chest, looking deep into your eyes. you were expecting him to say something nasty, but instead he just went back to kissing you, now even more intensely.

He embraced your waist and pulled you closer to him, as if it were possible. Then, his hands slowly moved upwards, passing through your waist and reaching your breasts. He squeezed them softly, making you moan. Your skin, that was already shivered, got even more chills under his touch. You weren't wearing a bra, which made your nipples appear through your shirt. Jake noticed and liked it, since he touched and tweaked them over the thin cloth. At this moment, you were already wet and impacient, but you were only getting a small portion of Jake's sexual expertise.

"Jake..." you moaned in agony between his kisses, suffering with his touches over your clothes. Although it was very hot, the throbbing sensation in your groin was starting to feel unbearable and painful.

"I know, babe" he answered, resting his forehead on yours, without ceasing to fondle your breasts "you're eager, but I'm only getting started."

Hearing that made the situation of your arousal even worse, to the point where if he decided to just lift your skirt and fuck you at that moment you wouldn't even feel pain, so horny and ready you were. He went back to kissing you, never letting your breasts go. But suddenly, you felt him pull your shirt up and reveal your stomach.

He kept on pulling it, enough that your breasts dropped down from your top, due to how tight it was. He watched that pornographic scene without blinking, dazzled. Rapidly he went back to fondling your breasts, only now he took his lips to one of your nipples.

He sucked it gently, making you let go a pleasurable moan. Glad with your reaction, he kept on sucking it, sometimes licking, nibbling and kissing. He moved to the right breast, but without stopping to give attention to the left one, playing with the nipple with his thumb. The saliva he left on the thin skin of your nipple in contact with the air made you feel a little bit cold, but it gave you pleasure.

Jake took his time there, enjoying the sensation he was causing you. You, on the other hand, dig your nails a bit deeper all over his back, feeling his skin also get goosebumps.

Jake finishing sucking your nipples and went back to kissing your lips. He took off your top with a bit of hurry, tossing it on the floor and then pulling you closer to him by your waist. His hands were now back on your ass, but now he started to lift your skirt.

"This short skirt of yours... I spent the whole day thinking about lifting it and fucking you" he said, holding the cloth with the tip of his fingers and raising it slowly. The fingers that lifted the fabric softly scratched your thighs and your hip, making you shiver.

Jake saying those things made your legs tremble with pleasure. You didn't know how good it felt to hear that dirty-talk until it was Jake whispering it to you.

"I wore it thinking about it" you answered, what made him smile in a sexy and predatory way at the same time.

When he lifted your skirt high enough, he slid his right hand over your thigh. He gently slid back and forth towards your groin, torturing you with the desire of his touch. He looked you deep in the eyes with a serious expression, like he was in control of the situation. When you couldn't stand the teasing anymore, he caressed your pussy over your panties.

"Wow, you're soaking wet... I didn't know it was that easy to make you horny, baby."

You looked at him, almost not believing what you had just heard. After half an hour of teasing, he thought it was easy?

"Jake, please..." you moaned in desperation as he now rubbed your clit over the thin lacy fabric.

"I know, love, I'll give you what you want."

Jake pulled your panties down and slid his index finger between your fold, reaching your clit. You were so wet it was slippery inside you, making his job even easier. He then started to rub your clit in slow and circle motions.

You let go a fairly loud moan and, out of embarassment, you covered your mouth with your hand. He took your hand out of your mouth and pinned it against the wall behind you.

"Moan all you want, no one's gonna hear us. Moan loud for me."

And so you did. The harder he rub your clit, the more pleasure you felt and the more you moaned in his ear. He, who was also feeling pleasure, had his lips parted, watching you squirm against the wall.

Jake increased the speed with which he masturbated you, driving you insane. But you also wanted to torture him. Therefore, catching him by surprise, you took your hand to the huge bulge in his pants. He wasn't expecting that, but he enjoyed it.

You stroked his cock, that was very enhanced outside his pants. You were surprised with its lenght.

"You did this to me" he said, grabbing your hand and rubbing it harder against his dick.

But you didn't last for too long, since Jake's expertise in masturbating you was making your legs shake so you couldn't concentrate in anything but your own pleasure. You kept on moaning ach time louder until your orgasm finally hit. The pulsation made you almost scream.

You couldn't help but feel a little embarassed, but the look on his face comforted you and made you realize there was nothing to be ashamed of, since the man was clearly enjoying it.

He removed his fingers from your pussy and licked them. what made you feel another throb of pleasure. Next, he deeply kissed you.

"Fuck, your moans are so hot" he whispered in your ear. You couldn't answer him, since you were still recovering your breath.

Although you didn't say a word, you went back to stroking his erection. Gladly, he let you masturbate him over his clothes, torturing him as he had done to you.

"It's your turn to suffer" you said, and he smirked in response.

"This is nothing, I've been suffering since I first saw you in those tight clothes, your tits almost bursting out of that small top of yours. It was hard to hide how hard I was" he answered, gently pulling your hair behind your back so he could delight himself again with the sight of your naked breasts.

You rolled your eyes, giggling. He always had an answer on the tip of his tongue. But the fact that he said he got an erection only by looking at your cleavage made you feel powerful and sexy.

You kept masturbating him over the thick fabric of his pants, watching him twitch out of pleasure. After a few minutes, you removed his leather belt, tossing it on the floor together with the rest of your clothes. Next, he unzipped his pants himselft and lowered it a little, just enough so that you could see the bulge on his boxers. You could see the tip of his cock, since it had scaped the prison of its tight black fabric, which was already wet with his precum.

You licked your lips at the sight of his rigid cock. You wanted to suck it, but you would make him wait, just like he did to you. You stroked it over his underwear, which was way thinner and allowed you to move up and down much more easily. Jake was panting, anticipation taking over both of your bodies.

When he couldn't stand it anymore, he grabbed your hand and put it inside his underwear, surprising you.

"Couldn't handle it?" you laughed.

"I need to feel you" he murmured, almost out of breath.

So you masturbated him, now inside his underwear. You started off slowly, gently touching the tip of his cock with your thumb. It was wet with eagerness. You then started to move more quickly, but the fabric of his underwear was making the job a little difficult, so you impaciently pulled it down, completely revealing his penis. Now that you could see it completely, you masturbated him even faster.

You looked at his face saw the expression of pure pleasure, small groans escaping from his mouth. You smirked and he smirked back, pleased with how much fun you were having while touching him so intimately. You then looked back at his cock and realized you couldn't take it any longer: you had to suck him off.

When he noticed you were getting down on your knees, his eyes widened up in anticipation. Knowing what was about to happen, he helped you take off his pants and underwear and took off his shoes, tossing it all on the floor. Then, he grabbed all of your hair and held it tightly in the back of your head, not letting any strand of it get in the way of you doing your job, but at the same time being able to mildly control your movements.

You slowly licked his entire shaft from the base to the tip, making him shiver and moan. Next, you placed your lips around its head, gently sliding his whole cock inside your mouth. When it reached your throat you gagged, but you kept going. Starting off with slow movements and then increasing the speed, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing, sometimes harder, sometimes easier, sometimes just masturbating it while you gathered some air. With one hand you stimulated it, with the other you grabbed his butt. You looked him in the eyes, knowing he was enjoying it. His pleasure facial expression was incredible, only making you want to suck him even more.

You kept going, so eagerly you reached a very high speed, but it didn't last long. He gently pushed your head away from his cock and pulled you up, asking you to stand up.

"If you keep going like that, I won't stand for long, babygirl..." he murmured, catching some air.

"Sorry, I guess I got carried away..." you said while wiping your lips with your hand, making him giggle.

"Don't ever apologize for giving me the best head I've ever got."

Jake gave you a deep and sloppy kiss. Next, he is the one who went on his knees.

Jake laid kisses on your chin, neck, the middle of your breasts, your tummy and, after taking off your skirt and your boots and throwing them on the floor, he kissed your groin. Your body shivered in anticipation, nervous with what was about to happen.

Jake lifted one of your legs up and laid it over his shoulder, in a way he could be face-to-face to your entrance.

Before he got started, he looked up deep into your eyes, grinned and held your hip firmly with one of his hands, while the other squeezed the thigh that laid on his shoulder so tightly you had marks of it the day after.

Jake touched his tongue gently on your entrance, spreading your lips allowing his to explore your pussy. His hot and wet tongue in contact with your soaking folds sent shivers through your whole body, and several others followed it when he started to lick your clit.

The sensation was even better than the one he caused you with his fingers. Which was surprising, since he was a guitar player, you always thought he would be better with his hands. Turns out Jake Kiszka was god with incredible with string instruments and even more skilled in pleasing a lady.

He kept licking your clit, now harder. You, who were already having trouble standing on one leg while getting your pussy eaten like that, reached a tripod that stood nearby, dropping the microphone from it. Your other hand grabbed his light brown hair tightly between your fingers, trying to hold up to something and not lose grip from reality. You two were making a mess in the studio but you didn't mind, for he continued to go down on you and you kept moaning as loud as you could.

But it didn't stop there.

Jake slowly inserted his index finger inside you. You felt your walls clench around his finger as he moved it up and down, hitting your g-spot so easily you regretted not doing this earlier. The mix of sensations his tongue on your clit and his finger inside you were causing on you combined drove you insane. At this point, you were moaning so loudly you completely forgot where you two were. Your eyes were closed and all you could say was Jake's name between groans and breaths.

Jake inserted another finger and started to estimulate you really rapidly, as fast as he was sucking on your clit. Your pleasure had become unbearable and your second orgasm hit like a tsunami, wetting even more your folds and Jake's tongue. Although you had shown him he could stop so you two could move on, he didn't want to. He didn't stop, never allowing your orgasm to reach its end and making your legs shake uncontrollably.

When he thought he had enough he started to slow his movements down, for your relief. When he finally stopped, he laid a soft kiss on your wet entrance as a demonstration of affection and stood up, immediately kissing your lips making you taste your own bitter juices.

"You taste so delicious" he whispered between your lips "I can't get enough of it."

You two kissed once more, now more romanticaly and tenderly. When you two finally caught some breath, you looked at each other and smiled, excited with what was about to happen next.

He then grabbed your hair very firmly, bringing goosebumps to your skin. Next, he whispered in your ear:

"Are you sure you want it?" he asked, you thought it was sweet of him to ask for verbal consent.

"Yeah" you answered, embarassingly anxious.

"Then ask for it."

As he said it, he turned you over, making you face and lean against the wall, your back completely exposed to him. He still had his hand holding your hair very tightly. You moan at his dominance.

He bent you over in a way your ass was tilted up for him. He enjoyed the sight of it, caressing and squeezing it really hard. Next, he rubbed his hard cock over your entrance. You arched your back even more, feeling exposed like that felt hot and thrilling. The sensation of his entire lenght rubbing against your wet folds was torturous.

"Ask for it" he repeated impaciently.

"F-fuck me" you stuttered, nervously enjoying him telling you what to do.

"I can't hear you" he rubbed his cock against you even harder.

"Fuck me, goddamnit!" you shouted, feeling obligated to put all shame aside to please that wonderful bossy man.

"Good" he said in a husky voice, seeming pleased.

Jake finally put the tip of his cock inside you, slowly so your walls could adjust to his size. It wasn't necessary to wait for too long, since you were so horny and ready that he slipped right in. When his entire lenght slid inside you, you felt chills run from your neck to your back. Finally feeling Jake inside you was incredible.

Jake started to fuck you, increasing the speed bit by bit. You impaciently start to move your hips in his direction, showing him he could go faster.

"Oh, you want more, you slut?" he asked, squeezing and then slapping your ass, what would leave a red mark on the next day.

"Yeah..." you moan.

Jake then did as you asked, increasing the speed. You were now fucking really hard, his cock moving in and out of you at a rapid pace. The pressure of his shaft hitting deep into you gave you so much pleasure your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, and your moans had become screams.

Jake slapped your ass again. The pain was intense but extremely hot. He, looking for more pleasure, pulled your hair back even more while his other hand reached one of your breasts, which shook due to the harsh movements you were making. Jake's groans were low, but vibrant and rough. He moaned your name while gasping for air.

"Your pussy feels so tight, so good."

Then, for your surprise, he got out of you. You turned over to him to see what was going on, but he pulled you to the floor before you could say anything. He lied on the floor and placed you on top of him, then putting his arms under his head and laying down, enjoying the view of your completely naked body on top of his.

"Ride me" he commanded, and you obeyed without question.

You began to ride him, getting used to the position before doing it faster. As soon as you managed to find balance, you started to ride him really quickly. That position hit different a different spot inside you, and you could see by Jake's expression that it hit different for him too.

You were fucking him so hard Jake was cursing between his breaths. He put one of his hands on your butt to guide the movements as he wanted to and the other hand on your right breast, holding it and squeezing it. You two kept that position for a while, looking deep in each other's eyes, chills running through your spines.

Jake wanted to change positions again, laying you under him. For the first time you could feel how harsh the carpet felt under your soft skin, only then remembering the place the two of you were. But that didn't matter. Jake leaned on his knees and pulled one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder and going back to fuck you again.

That position was taking you to heaven, what seemed impossible. To make it even better, Jake began to estimulate your clit with his thumb while he slid his cock in and out of you. At that moment, any drop of sanity that you still had disappeared.

"Yes!" you moaned, biting your lower lip.

"Fuck!" he hissed, sweat running down his beautiful face.

He kept fucking you in that position, which didn't take long to make you come for the third time in a row. Your orgasm made you scream and moan his name for the millionth time that afternoon, and that was driving him insane.

"I'm gonna cum" he said, increasing the speed with which he fucked you, not allowing your orgasm to end. The noise your hips crashing against each other was so loud it filled the room.

Jake reached his limit, letting his fluids fill you up inside. You, still experiencing your multiple orgasms, enjoyed the sensation the hot liquid mixed with the bliss caused you. The two of you began to slow the pace, until you fully stopped. Jake laid over you, without pulling out. You two were dripping in sweat, his hair all messy and glued to his forehead.

The both of you stood there for a while, catching your breath. He caressed your hair and you stroked his back. When you could finally breathe again, Jake looked you in the eye and you both giggled in complicity.

Jake pulled out and lied next to you on the carpet while holding your hand.

"This was..." he said.

"Wow..." you said.

You two laughed for having spoken at the same time. You two stood there for a long time, staring each other in the eyes. His dark brown eyes sparkled with joy and both of you were enjoying the serotonin the intimate moment you two had just shared produced, cuddling.

"I think I'm falling for you" Jake said, breaking the silence.

You couldn't hide your surprise in hearing that declaration, but you gave him a big smile in response.

"Me too" you said, unable to contain the huge smile on your face.

"Phew!" he said, laughing "This means we will be able to do this more often."

"Obviously. But can we do it in a more comfortable place next time? This carpet is so rough!"

"You didn't like the studio? But we can make as much noise as we want in here!" he said, comically offended by your preference of having sex somewhere else.

"It has its advantages, yes, but I bet it can't be better than Egyptian silk sheets on a king-sized bed" you said, convinced you knew better than him.

"Okay, you've got a point. But I can't promise I'll be able to provide the Egyptian silk sheets and a king-sized bed by tonight."

You hit his arm and laughed, glad for having found such an amazing partner.

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