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#I like don’t fucking touch me. but also my muscles are so fucked that I can’t sleep
b4sorex1a · 3 days
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I was once again thinking about the doms that I like most in this universe of football players that I follow, I'm going to make a top 5 and I would really like to know yours
5th-Fermin, I think he's a good dom but I still can't see him being dom with the players above him
4th-João Felix-I see him as a dom, but I still think he would be versatile with some people(joão cancelo🤩)
3th-Jude Bellingham, the only Madridista I sympathize with. I can see him dominating many and being a sub to specific people
2th-A draw between Ferran and Pedri. If they were a couple they would fight to see who would dominate who. They are both doms on the same level (they would look for a sub togethef cofcof gavi cofcof)
1th-Robert Lewandowski, my favorite dilf. He would bring everyone down on that list to their knees for him, it could be a soft dom or a hard dom but it would be a true dom
Honorable mentions
Ronald Araújo-His big cock says all
Erling Haaland-he would be Jude's dom
Inigo Martinez-He must be vanilla and shouldn't even know what a dom or sub is😭, but gavi call him daddy…
Leo Messi-Controversial, but I see him as a dom but many see him as sub
tw: implied nsfw, minors dni.
Ohhh yeah I’m into this top 5 of doms thing! My order of your doms goes like this!
5th — João Félix and Fermín López
I see Félix as a Top but not really as a dom! He’s too lazy for that lol! But yeah he can be a dom if he’s all pissed off! Fermín is a sweetheart I don’t see him being a Dom, but if he is, he’s a soft dom!
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4th — Jude Bellingham
Yeah he can be a dom definitely! He’s a little bit controlling of his sub, doesn’t like for them to do or say stuff without his permission. “Sir” play, chained up play, rope play…
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3rd — Pedri González
I love Dom! Pedri, it’s like a drug, he has dominant vibes EVERYWHERE, his way of presenting himself, his look, his eyes, he can put you in your place while he destroys your insides and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. He’s a sadist for sure, pain play, rough play,,,
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2nd— Ferran Torres
Fuck he’s a man, a man, a maaan 😩. Yeah he can dominate anyone, he’s 6’1 and all muscle. He’s a sweet dom tho! Likes to impose himself but doesn’t hurt his sub. Daddy Kink play, public sex, passionate fucks, big dick energy…
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1st— Robert Lewandowski
I agree! He’s like the dom, all calm but controlling, could make you beg. I see him as a hard dom, putting his sub in his place. Major bossy dom vibes. His sub needs to ask him for permission to touch themselves and to cum, if they don’t, they’re going to get punished hard. He has really good chemistry with bratty subs like Gavi because their dynamic connects so well!
I dare to say even age play goes well with him and Gavi, playing with the sinful fact that he’s older than his sub and that Pablo is so little and doesn’t know much about sex,, corruption kink vibes!
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• Honorable mentions:
Yeah Araujo 😩, I don’t see Haaland as a dom but he’s topping for sure! Iñigo Martinez aaaa yes he’s so hot, and Gavi literally irl called him daddy so yeah daddy kink confirmed 100%.
Also let me tell you this.
Leo Messi 🇦🇷 is a top.
He’s dominating guys like Neymar like crazy. He’s a top guys. He’s even topping Cristiano Ronaldo idgaf my precious king Messi is a top.
Do you agree/disagree with my top 5? Let me know 🩷
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seths-rogens · 8 months
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you ever just feel so sad for no reason :|
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wintaerbaer · 1 month
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bottle up old love (jjk) (m)
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summary: Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.
pairing: Jungkook x Reader
rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)
genre: exes to lovers, the holy trinity of angst/smut/fluff
word count: 4.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble 💀)
prompt: JK + exes to lovers + "I'm sorry" + "I hate you" + "Don't fucking touch me" + "Leave" (for @btsborahaee <3)
warnings: language, a short harassment scene at the beginning (nothing too intense), explicit content including: unprotected sex (DO NOT), fingering, praise kink, biting, marking, spanking, cum eating (sort of?), big cawk soft dom jk, cowgirl (yeehaw), creampie, cockwarming, i think that's all but this also wasn't supposed to be too smutty so clearly idk what's going on lol
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“Don’t fucking touch me!”
You spit the words at the man in front of you, pushing him back as he tries to make another grab at your arm.
“Why do you gotta be like that?” Seungcheol whines. “I thought we were having fun.”
“You and I have very different ideas of fun.” You take a step backwards towards your building. Somewhere down the sidewalk, footsteps clatter against the pavement.
“C’mon.” He matches your movement, reaches for you again. “Invite me up. You enjoyed the last time, didn’t you? I told you that was just a warm-up.”
The building’s brick wall is closer than you thought, and you bang your shoulder against it as you try to sidestep him. “Last time you didn’t follow me to a bar I didn’t even invite you to. How did you know where I was anyway?”
“Let me come up, and I’ll tell you,” he rumbles with a flicker of his eyebrows. He has you fully backed up against the wall now, and you press against the muscle of his chest to no avail.
“Stop!” you shout before he’s ripped away from you so suddenly that you’re left blinking in confusion, huddled against the brick.
There’s a thud–the sound of a fist hitting flesh–and a yelp before Seungcheol is reeling back with his hands clutching his nose. Blood seeps out from beneath his fingers, black even under the glow of the streetlamps.
“What the fuck?” he shrieks, and it’s only then that you take a proper look at your savior, looking every bit like he’s stepped straight out of the shadows with his dark hair, ebony clothes, and deep brown eyes.
And a lead weight drops into your stomach as you recognize him.
Jungkook sets himself between you and Seungcheol, looming over the latter as he continues to cover his face, whining. “I’m giving you ten seconds to get out of here.”
“Who the fuck are you?!”
“Ten,” Jungkook growls, taking a step in Seungcheol’s direction. “Nine.”
Seungcheol straightens–clearly a last-ditch attempt to look intimidating. Spitting blood onto the concrete, he peers at you over Jungkook’s shoulder. “This isn’t over, bitch.”
Then he spins and takes off running down the street.
Your hands grip your elbows. It may be a balmy summer night, but you’re shivering where you stand, unsure whether you’re more affected by Seungcheol’s behavior or the ghost who’s unexpectedly in front of you.
“Are you okay?” he quietly asks, gaze fixed on your face. You stare at your shoes and give him a brisk nod as a response before turning away, punching in your building code, and walking through the front door.
He follows closely, slipping in behind you and trailing a few feet. You let him for a little while, guiding him through the modest lobby and up the first flight of stairs. But when you’re halfway up the second stairwell–almost to your floor–you pause on the landing, spinning his way.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
His eyes are gentle, sincere. “Making sure you get in safely.”
“There’s no need for that,” you assert. “I’m already in my building. There’s a keypad. I’m good.”
“The keypad does almost nothing. I followed you in no problem.”
“So I should be worried about you then?”
He flushes, the tips of his ears going pink. “Please just let me see you inside.”
You want to argue back, want to shout at him and make a scene, but you know it’s no use. Know that he’s stubborn as a bull and will get what he wants one way or another.
It’s how he broke up with you after all.
You say nothing, only hustle up the last set of steps and down the dimly-lit hallway until you’re in front of your door, Jungkook tailing you the whole time with his hands in his pockets. You practically fumble your key in your haste to get it into the lock, letting out a satisfied sigh as the latch finally clicks open.
“There. I’m in,” you say as you step over the threshold, waving a dismissive hand at your unwanted companion. “Leave.”
But he hesitates just outside the doorway, teeth chewing at the corner of his lip. “What are you going to do if he comes back?”
“That’s my problem, isn’t it? I stopped being your concern when you dropped me out of nowhere a year ago.”
Your eyes sting at the memory, tears threatening to spill over. You don’t want him here. Don’t want to see him or have him anywhere in your vicinity. Not when it still hurts like this.
Though, truth be told, you don’t expect to ever be fully over him.
“We’re done, Jungkook,” you murmur. “You made sure of that.”
And you close the door in his face.
The distress subsides quickly once he’s out of sight–like he was never there to begin with–and you don’t linger, dropping your bag on the sofa and heading straight for the bathroom. This is how you’ve made it a year without him; it was weeks of crying before you realized that wallowing was doing you no good, only fueling your misery instead of providing any kind of catharsis. So you’ve done your best to simply push past it and crush down the anguish that bubbles up every time you think of him. Put him in a tiny little box that you refuse to touch.
You shed your clothes and turn the shower to a temperature that you’ll probably regret later. But for now, you savor the way the water sears your skin as you wash away the day with all of its unpleasant surprises. Taking your time, you scrub every inch of your body and carefully shampoo your hair (trying not to fall back into the fantasy that’s plagued you on occasion where it’s his hands and not yours spreading the bubbles over your form).
The self-care continues as you step out of the shower and leisurely work through your skin care routine, even taking the time to blow dry your hair. By the time you exit the bathroom, the fog on the mirror has dissipated, and you’ve once again successfully tamped down the memory of Jungkook and his hands and eyes and everything you ever felt for him.
Or so you think.
After popping into your bedroom to pull on some pajamas, you pad back into the living room for a glass of water, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the front door. Regret attempts to push its way into your consciousness against your better judgment. The man broke your heart, yes. But you do feel a little guilty slamming the door in his face after he just fought off a creep for you.
And speaking of Seungcheol, what if he does come back? You’re pretty sure he saw you punch in the building code the night you brought him home with you, and given his behavior, you wouldn’t be surprised if he filed it away in his head.
Anxiety winning out, you creep to the door and peer through the peephole. The hallway looks empty, drab beige walls taking up most of your field of view, but you jump as you spot a hulking shadow to the right. Your heartbeat races then slows, a closer look revealing hunched, unmoving shoulders wrapped in a familiar black t-shirt.
Jungkook swings his head to look at you as you open the door and glare down at him. His legs are pulled up, arms resting on his knees, and it might be endearing if not for the fact that he absolutely, positively should not be here.
“What are you doing?” you ask him for the second time tonight.
“He might come back.”
“And you’re going to what? Fight him?”
He shrugs. “If I have to.”
“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow, challenging. “You’re going to sit out here all night?”
He shifts where he sits, wiggling his hips like he’s firmly planting his butt into his chosen spot. “Yes.”
You roll your eyes at him but don’t doubt that he would. Again, if there is anything you know this man to be, it’s stubborn. “You’re going to scare the neighbors.”
“Who, Mrs. Kwon?” A tiny smile plays on his lips as he glances in the direction of your elderly neighbor’s apartment. “I think she’d be delighted to see me.”
If you’re being honest, she probably would be. She’s always adored Jungkook and praised him as the “kind, handsome young man” who helped her put away groceries and fixed her leaky faucet one time. In the months following your breakup, she’d asked about him once or twice, patting your arm reassuringly when you awkwardly told her she wouldn’t be seeing him anymore.
“Don’t worry, dear,” she said. “He’ll come around.”
Well she’s turned out to be right in that he’s certainly back here again, still watching you from his spot on the floor. And you don’t know whether it’s his big doe eyes or the fact that he really would guard your apartment all night if you let him or the genuine fear that one of the other neighbors will make a fuss at his presence, but you feel yourself softening.
Turning abruptly, you stride into the kitchen for your glass of water, walking out of sight of the door, which is still wide open.
“You coming?” you call, pulling two glasses down from the cupboard.
There’s a rustle as Jungkook stands and shuffles into your apartment, closing the door behind him with a soft thud. For someone who was so determined to defend you tonight, he seems uncertain now that he’s actually inside. His hands are once again stuffed in his pockets, and his eyes flicker around like he hasn’t been here a thousand times. Hasn’t cooked you breakfast in this kitchen in nothing but his boxers. Hasn’t watched The Notebook with you on this TV and held you as you both cried.
Hasn’t made love to you on the couch.
You slide a water his way, and he murmurs his thanks, sipping at it lightly. It’s strange–seeing him here again–and you can’t help but think about the last time he stood in this room. It’d been a maelstrom of accusations and hurt feelings that culminated in him storming out, the slam of the door echoing in your ears.
“You never cleaned that?” He gestures at the rug that covers most of the sitting area in your living room, eyes on the dark purple stain roughly the size of your hand.
You gulp down your water and try not to follow his line of sight. Try not to remember how you’d knocked over a glass of wine in your haste to get his clothes off during another movie night less than a month before your breakup.
“I kind of forgot about it,” you say. “Stopped noticing it after a while.” 
It’s a lie. There was never a time when you didn’t notice it, the memory of him haunting you every time you sit down on the couch and stare at the garish stain. And still, you haven’t been able to bring yourself to try and erase it.
Silence worms its way between you again. With only the soft light from the tabletop lamp glowing next to the couch, Jungkook’s face is cloaked in shadow. And so you barely see his lips move when he speaks. Barely hear it with how quietly his whisper slips into the room.
“I’m sorry.”
Your glass almost drops from your fingers, droplets splashing across your knuckles as you catch it at the last moment and steady it on the countertop. Turning to face him, you find his gaze already on you, melancholy tinting his expression.
“What?”
He tongues his lip ring, shoulders dropping a fraction. “For how things ended. I’m sorry.”
You can see the sincerity in his posture, can see the sadness in his form. And yet, his words only fill you with a hot anger that bubbles out of you before you can swallow it down.
“I don’t know why you would be,” you challenge, “being that you didn’t even respect me enough to give me a proper reason.”
Jungkook huffs at that; you think he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Did it really matter?”
“Yes.”
He gnaws at his lip again, no longer looking at you, and his lack of an answer only riles you up further.
“Was there someone else?” you demand, causing him to flinch. It was the same thing you asked him when he told you he thought you should break up, standing in almost this exact same spot.
“No,” he murmurs after a moment. “There wasn’t anyone else.” He pushes a hand through his dark, silky hair. “There hasn’t been anyone else since either.”
This surprises you. Jungkook is, in your eyes, the handsomest man you have ever come face-to-face with, but even from an objective standpoint, he is exceedingly attractive. There is no doubt in your mind that he would easily be able to land a woman if he so desired.
“So then why?”
He sets his jaw, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows and fixes his stare out the window. And it’s this final refusal, this steadfast dedication to not explaining himself, that finally has tears tracking down your cheeks.
The sight of you crying has his attention snapping back your way, hands reaching out as if to hold you.
“Don’t touch me,” you gasp, recoiling until you’re out of reach. “I…I hate you.”
It almost seems as if your voice lands physically, and Jungkook staggers back like you’ve slapped him, remorse immediately wiggling its way between your ribs. You know you don’t mean the words even as they fall from your mouth, but it feels pointless to take them back now, the sentiment already thrown out there and hovering in the hollow space between you.
Jungkook muddles towards the couch–more of a defeated slump dragging his steps than anger–and you think he’s going to sit down before he whirls back towards you at the last second.
“The gala,” he mutters. “That’s when I decided.”
You know which one he’s talking about. Hosted by your medical school to celebrate the end of the academic year, it had been a night of food, dancing, and socializing. You had, of course, brought him as your date and introduced him to your friends and classmates, excited to finally allow him to put faces to names. As you comb through your memories of the night, you can’t pinpoint any warning signs, only remembering the way he’d smiled at you throughout. The way he’d pulled you close and danced you around the room.
“I don’t…I don’t understand.”
He rakes his fingers through his hair again, tossing strands of night over his forehead. A sad chuckle looses itself into the thick air of the room, and the final dregs of his resolve flicker away. “I realized that I didn’t deserve to stand next to you. That you could do much better than me.”
Whatever you thought his reason had been–whatever theories or thoughts had kept you up night after night for the past year–this is not even close to what you expected. And while you always thought finally receiving an answer would be freeing, would offer you some semblance of understanding, you’re surprised at the rage that boils in the pit of your stomach, bile rising in your throat.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” you growl, taking an angered step towards him. “You were feeling insecure, and you made the decision to break up with me without even thinking to, I don’t know, discuss it with me first?”
His hand goes to the back of his neck now, embarrassment showing its face as he peers at you from under his lashes. “I was stupid–”
“No, shit.”
“But can you blame me?” he presses. “There we were: you, about to be this incredible doctor with all of your doctor friends…” His voice falters, sorrow lacing his tone. “And I’m just a tattoo artist.”
The defeatist way he says it helps to dampen your ire some, even if a heap of frustration remains–the sad shape of his doe eyes softening your edges.
“Just a tattoo artist,” you repeat. “Jungkook, I have always been so, so proud of you. I was never anything but proud to have you as my partner. You must’ve known that.”
His teeth worry his lip, and though he nods, he doesn’t seem fully convinced.
So you continue on, closing the distance between you a fraction more. “You started your own business from nothing. And I saw how hard you worked: to get the building, to hire other artists, train your apprentices.” You shake your head–half in irritation, half in awe. “And look at you now! You’re thriving. The last I heard, if you want an appointment at Golden Tattoo, you need to book months in advance.”
His eyes are alight now, some hidden emotion glimmering under the surface, but he stays quiet as he soaks in your words.
“So how can you possibly act like you weren’t enough?” you push. “You are amazing, Jungkook. And I never gave a shit about any job comparisons people may have made.” One more step, and suddenly you’re almost chest-to-chest. As always, you’re unable to resist the pull of his gravity. Yanked right back into his orbit. “I only wanted you. I’ve only ever wanted y–”
He cuts you off with his mouth, strong hands snagging your hips to pull you against him, and your own fingers reflexively tangle in his black hoodie as your subconscious gives itself over to him. Like it’s been waiting for this.
“I’m not. Not thriving,” he mumbles against your lips. “Not without you. Been miserable without you.”
And in spite of your anger, in spite of the fact that you were ready to kick him out a mere hour ago, you find yourself kissing him back, relishing the slick glide of his tongue as he licks into your mouth.
You startle as the backs of your knees suddenly bump against the couch, and then Jungkook is spinning as he settles onto the plush seat, pulling you along to straddle him. He sucks at your neck until you can feel the blood blooming under your skin, painting you like the pretty ink on his arm.
Speaking of.
The fabric of his hoodie whispers as you pull it up and over his back and head, tossing it over his shoulder and into a corner. His arms now bare to you, you trace over his tattoos with your eyes and fingers until you find the one you’d picked out for him; the lovely orange of the flower petals seem to glow even in the dim light of the room.
“Beautiful,” you whisper.
“Just like you.”
You look at him then, the twinkle of tiny galaxies in his eyes betraying his hope. And before you can go any further, you need confirmation.
“You left.”
“I did.” Fingertips press lightly against your waist like he’s afraid you might be the one to disappear now. “I’m sorry.”
“Jungkook, if…” You lick your lips. Can almost taste his regret. “If we do this and you leave again–”
“If we do this, I'm not going anywhere,” he insists, tugging your hips down to grind against him and ghosting a kiss at your jaw. “Just wanna be here with you. Just want you.”
And it’s all you need to hear.
You shed the cotton shirt you had thrown on after your shower and move to yank his own off, tossing it in the same corner as his hoodie. The muscles of his pecs and abs shift under your hands, burning hot where your fingers trace the contours of his torso. 
“God, I missed this,” he groans as he buries his face between your breasts, nipping at the skin there before laving the spot with his tongue.
You’d agree–echo the sentiment that your body has been aching for this–if not for the fact that you’re too busy trying to get the two of you naked, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts.
But a tattooed hand covers yours, eases it away to take its place. “No,” he rumbles. “Let me.”
Wide palms and long fingers span your hips and thighs, grasping as much skin as possible even as he drags your shorts and panties down your legs and helps to steady you as you kick them off. They join the tangle of his own clothes
“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls at the sight of you finally naked in front of him. And with such speed that it almost seems like it’s involuntary, an impulse outside of his control, he’s immediately stroking at the apex of your thighs.
“Baby, this wet for me already?” A breathy sigh passes from his mouth to yours, almost laughing at the ease with which he glides through your folds. “Hell, I could just–”
A finger slips in and you gasp, Jungkook smiling wickedly at you as he quickly adds a second and curls them against your walls. You force your eyes closed as they roll back in your head, and you keel forward, babbling incoherently against the line of his collarbone.
“Use your words, love; you can do it.” He says it as if his fingers aren’t currently buried in you down to the knuckle. As if he’s not making you see stars behind your eyelids right now.
You choke down a breath, desperate for the oxygen. “Insane,” you pant. “I said you’re fucking insane.”
“Only for you,” he says before sliding his digits out of you and dipping them into his mouth. He moans at the taste, and even with his lips closed tightly, you can see the way he’s working his tongue around each finger, unwilling to waste a single drop of your essence.
Like you said. Insane.
He gives you a moment to catch your breath until you’re the one who’s getting impatient, hastily undoing his belt and tearing it from his pants with a hiss. But as you shift off of him so he can slither out of his pants and boxers–his length springing free to slap against his smooth stomach–you’re hit with an untimely realization.
“Jungkook, I don’t have condoms.”
He freezes, the color draining from his face (though admittedly, that may be because all of his blood has clearly gone south). The two of you stare at each other for a long second before he suddenly leans over, rummaging back through his pants pockets. He pulls out his wallet, rifles through it, then tosses it across the room in frustration, head tilting back against the couch as he groans at the ceiling.
“Fuck, me neither.”
You chew at your lip, a loaded quiet settling over the room as Jungkook wipes a hand over his face.
“I’m still on birth control,” you whisper, and Jungkook whips his head around, eyes wide and questioning like he’s not sure he heard you right. But you don’t repeat yourself, only hold his stare until he’s tentatively reaching out to graze his fingertips along your thigh.
“I told you. There’s been no one else.” His expression is earnest, eager. You trust that he’s telling the truth, and yet you also know that if you refused him, if you said you weren’t comfortable, he wouldn’t push.
So you swing a leg back over his lap, drag your wet folds against his cock. He moans, gripping your thighs hard, but he leans in to bite at your lower lip with a growl before pulling back to search your face.
“You?”
It hurts that he even feels the need to ask. Because how could you even want someone else? Who could possibly measure up?
You brush a reassuring, barely-there kiss against his already swollen lips. “No one else for me either.”
This seems to please him, but you still see hesitation behind his eyes as he asks, “What about the guy downstairs?”
A drunken mistake was what that was. All sloppy lips and fumbling hands that had left you feeling more empty than anything, and which resulted in you sending Cheol away before he had even gotten a peek at your bedroom.
“We made out once,” you admit, hating that you’re even having to think about another man when Jungkook is here in front of you. “But nothing else happened.”
“Good,” he grunts, but his fingers dig into your backside like he’s trying to reclaim you. And just a fraction of a second later, he’s devilishly tonguing his lip ring as he winds his palm back to bring it down harshly against the meat of your ass, the smack echoing between the walls almost endlessly.
“Ride me, baby.”
You’re quick to line him up–desperate, at this point, to have him inside of you–and begin to ease yourself down slowly, trying to give your body the space and time to adjust to the burning stretch of his girth. He’s always filled you to your absolute limit, tested the furthest boundaries of how much your body can take with his size.
“Yesss,” he hisses, nipping at your neck once again. “You’re doing great, love. Always take me so fucking well.”
You gasp as he bottoms out, struggling to catch your breath with the relentless push of him. If you were a betting woman, you’d put money on your intestines being somewhere in the area of your throat right now.
He wraps his inked arm around your waist, continuing to whisper his praises against the shell of your ear as he starts to guide your body up and down. Intoxicated by the smooth slide of his length, you soon find your pace, and your shared moans fill the room–the whole city probably able to hear you right now.
You move that way until the pressure building becomes too much and your legs start to tremble, quivering against Jungkook’s own muscled thighs.
“It’s okay; I’ve got you.” He bands his arms around you and presses you to his chest, holding you in place so he can thrust upwards.
Hard.
You’re practically screaming now, burying your teeth into his shoulder so as to muffle your sounds and not scare the neighbors. It’s all you can do to hold on for dear life as he rapidly pistons his cock inside of you, the slap of your hips like a metronome.
It builds and builds until it breaks and you’re falling apart in his arms, the spasms of your inner walls pulling him over the edge with you as he empties his seed deep inside.
The silence that follows in unlike the others you previously shared this evening–tension traded for serenity as you sit on the couch holding each other, you still contentedly stuffed full of him. He traces the ridges of your spine in a soothing pattern that has your eyelids drooping, your cheek resting against the warm skin of his neck.
“I missed this,” you whisper once your brain has finally remembered how to construct human speech.
“I missed you.”
You pull back so you can rest your forehead against his and gently run a finger over the lines of his face. “Where do we go from here?”
He hums. Tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “Take it day by day?” he suggests. “We don’t need to rush into anything if you don’t want to.”
“Mm, that does seem like a problem for tomorrow.”
A dark eyebrow quirks, teasing. “And what about right now?”
“Now?” you ask. “Do you remember the way to the bedroom? Or…” You shift your hips, already feeling him twitching inside of you.
“Or.” He jolts forward to capture your mouth in a hot kiss, and you smile into it, whole again. “Or sounds good.”
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kingkonoha · 3 months
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a short fic of sukuna (true form) known for being vicious but is soft towards reader where he lets reader take control during sex cause he wants her to trust him and cause maybe she has had a bad experience in the past or smth like that. and then he takes over as he sees reader getting tired from being in control and then also does aftercare or wtv you like tbh 😭
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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 — RYOMEN SUKUNA
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♡ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 18+ only // mdni — fem reader, true form sukuna, smut, riding, creampie, oral fem receiving, soft sex, & aftercare.
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Your hands were on Sukuna’s abs — his hard, solid muscle underneath your soft fingertips. His entire body was covered with bulging muscle, as the King of Curses had an excellent physique that the great majority of human men could never achieve, even if they spent hours in the gym lifting weights and drinking protein shakes.
Slowly, you raised yourself up and down on his big cock, your hole stretching around him in a way that made him look at you with eyes filled with worry and concern — a look he never, ever gave to anyone else.
After all, he was huge. Everything about him was huge. And the last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt.
But, much to his surprise, the stretch of his cock only made you moan softly in pleasure once you were able to properly adjust to his size.
“You like riding me, huh, pretty girl?” He smirked a bit. As badly as he wanted to touch you, he resisted the urge. While he might have murdered anyone else without a second thought, he treated you like a fragile piece of glass — or a beautiful flower he didn’t want to crush or ruin by being too harsh.
And not only was he softer with you, but he’d take the life of anyone who wasn’t.
“You’re huge,” you mumbled, your words mixing in with the soft moans that also fell from your lips.
“I know, babygirl. You’re taking me so well, though. You’re making me feel so damn good, you know that?”
With a groan, Sukuna tossed his head back, stretching his arms out along the couch.
You couldn’t respond — riding a cock like his typically tended to drive away every single coherent thought your pretty little head could form.
For a while, you simply rode him, your moans growing louder as your pace and rhythm started to fall apart, becoming unsteady.
Suddenly, you stopped moving, and you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to catch your breath.
His heart melted a bit when you touched him so affectionately.
“You okay?” He questioned, speaking softly since you were so close.
Gently, he placed a hand against your back.
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you said, resting against his shoulder. “I needed to take a break. I didn’t ruin your orgasm, did I?”
“No. You know how long I can last.”
“Oh. I was worried I did,” you pulled away from him, which sank you further along his cock as you looked him in the face. “I ruined my own, but my knees were hurting too much.”
A little frown appeared across your face, but you quickly replaced it with a fake smile.
“Don’t worry, I can still make you finish, just let me rest a little.”
You couldn’t fool a curse like Sukuna. He knew you too well. You were the kind-hearted, adorable human being who didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
After all, you were only hurting because your muscles were getting worn out from trying to bounce up and down on his enormous cock, and you didn’t want to make him feel bad about being so huge.
“Maybe I could . . .” Sukuna paused for a minute. He was thinking. “Maybe I could hold you up, and fuck you that way.”
He didn’t want to risk hurting you, truth be told, but the thought of his sweet girl ruining her own orgasm from exhaustion didn’t make him happy.
He always wanted you to cum, and to cum first. And multiple times.
When you nodded eagerly, Sukuna slowly gripped your ass with his lower arms.
As gently as he could, he started to move you up and down along his cock.
“Sukuna, you’re not going to break me, I promise.” You smiled at him softly. “You can move me faster. I want you to be in control, okay?”
Sukuna, the curse responsible for the death of thousands of men, women, and children, looked at you worriedly.
“You sure?”
“Yes,” You said.
And, with that, Sukuna started to increase his speed.
Any uncertainty that this was the wrong decision melted away when you tossed your head back in pleasure.
“Oh my god, Sukuna,” you moaned.
Slowly, Sukuna started to let himself succumb to the pleasure that your tight pussy had brought. Breathing heavily, he started to buck his hips a bit, fucking you like a doll.
“That’s it,” Sukuna said. “Keep moaning my name, baby. Just like that.”
“Sukuna,” a pathetic whine fell from between your lips.
Suddenly, the mouth on his stomach opened, the tongue darting out and running along your clit rapidly.
The sound of your beautiful moans could have made Sukuna cum all on their own.
But, what truly made him come close to the edge was when your juices started to soak his big dick.
“Are you cumming, baby?” He grunted as he spoke. “That’s right. Cum all over my cock — I wanna feel it. I wanna taste it.”
That tongue of his continued to rapidly lick at your button.
“Sukuna! Shit-” You gripped his large arms — the arms that dragged you over his dick until you were practically delirious.
As you came, a wave of pleasure washing over every nerve within your body, your legs started to shake as you started to squirm around, but Sukuna held you still, because his cum only belonged in one place: inside of you.
God, your pussy milked his cock until he couldn’t hold back his moans anymore. His rhythm started to become sloppy. Sweat coated his skin. He suddenly no longer minded the existence of humans.
“I’m gonna cum inside of you,” he warned.
The swirling pleasure in the pit of his stomach had snapped, and he shot his warm cum deeply inside of you.
Everything about Sukuna was massive, including his load. His cum stuffed your pussy until it had no choice but to dribble back out and slide down his cock, settling in a circle around the base of his dick.
When Sukuna pulled out of you, the tongue belonging to the mouth on his stomach instantly started to lap at your messy cunt, cleaning and tasting the sweet mixture of your cum.
And, as that tongue made out with your pussy, Sukuna grabbed the back of your head with his large hand, holding you still as he shoved the tongue belonging to the mouth on his face into your mouth. He groaned at the taste of your sweet mouth. Feeling your little tongue swirl around his as if it could compare to his bigger one was rather humorous, and when he pulled away, he laughed a bit.
“You’re somethin’ else,” Sukuna said. “Come on, let me clean you up.”
“Okay.”
And, with that, Sukuna raised you off of his dick, taking you to the bathroom where he ran a hot bath — not a shower, as you’d both just end up fucking again.
Afterward, your lover put his four arms to use, gliding his large hands across every aching muscle in your body. As he massaged you, he couldn’t help but think about two things: how much he loved you, and how much he enjoyed being in control.
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♡ — 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!
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"You wake up in Jungkook's bed after a passionate night together."
Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, domestic Fluff, hinted Smut
Warnings: casual nudity, Kookie shows off his muscles, he is a giggly cutie who just wants to be praised, they talk about last night's sex, she kisses his abs, he is so in love with her :(
Wordcount: 2k
a/n: i wanna give him the world. he is my babyboy :( also, i don't gotta mention by which live this was inspired. y'all KNOW fjadjfa. enjoy besties, i fucking love him 🤍
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Something is tickling your face. Gently. Nicely. Warm. It feels warm. Fingers. You can make out the paths they draw. Over your forehead, tracing your brows, down your temples, along your cheeks and up your nose until the faintest touch feels up your closed eyelids. 
You know where you are. Jungkook’s wing. You stayed with him after the two of you went on a lovely movie date in town, followed by karaoke in his living room till late into the night. 
You had sex too. It was good sex. Amazing sex even. He made you see not only stars, but the entire galaxy. And in return you made him arch his back and whimper your name. It was amazing. It really, really was.
You still feel the afterglow of it. It became stronger again now that you are awake and actively take him in.
His soft scent lingers on the sheets and the warmth of his touch feels heavenly. You can’t stop your lips from curling into a sleepy smile. Quite frankly, you didn’t even try to stop them. Perhaps you even encouraged them to do so. 
“Mhm good morning. That feels amazing”, you mumble. 
“Good morning, my honey”, he answers you and cups your cheek to run his thumb along the tender skin under your eye. Once. Twice. 
Then you open your eyes to look at him. 
His face scrunches up into a giddy smile instantly. It starts off with his eyes before the rest of his face follows. You love the way he smiles. It is so precious and adorable that he always starts off with his eyes before anything else shows his happiness. It fits him so well. 
You retort his smile, feeling it grow when he scoots closer to press a kiss to your forehead. 
“I hope I didn’t wake you. I’ve been awake for a little and I tried not to touch you, but you’re so pretty when you sleep”, he says, making your heart flutter. 
He scoots back again and touches your ear to massage it softly. 
“You didn’t wake me”, you assure him, tingling at the touch. 
“That’s good to hear. I hope you don’t mind that I looked at you”, he says and giggles, “I’m sorry, I just think that you’re so pretty.”
“I don’t mind”, you say and reach out to caress his naked chest, “you’re so cute, my honey.”
“Thank you, yeah”, he says and giggles. He is so cute when he is so happy. You hope that he never stops giggling. He shimmies back just enough that you can look at him comfortably. He gathers a bundle of his blanket and uses it to rest his chin on it. Like this, you have perfect view of his sculpted arms and tattoos. He didn’t bother to put on clothes last night and neither did you. He kept snuggling up to you throughout the night and whenever you noticed it, you felt yourself tingle. His skin felt like paradise against yours. It really did.
His eyes gaze at you with sparkles in them. 
“How did you sleep?” he asks. 
“Really well. Your bed’s so comfy.”
“Yeah? That’s good to hear”, he says and giggles once again. 
“And you?”
“I slept well too, yeah. I dreamed of you.”
“You did?” 
“Mh-hm. I dreamed of last night. It’s because I can’t stop thinking about it”, he giggles again, giving you the prettiest eye smile ever, “I think we had a really amazing date. I loved it a lot.”
“I loved it too”, you answer him and touch his arm to squeeze it lovingly, “you’re so cute.”
“Heh”, he lets out and blushes, “and I think that the sex was amazing”, he sounds shy all of a sudden, “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
You smile and agree with a nod of your head, “I can’t stop thinking about it either.”
“Do your knees still hurt?” he makes sure. You finished him off by riding him and you went at it with such passion that your knees ached afterwards.
“No, they don’t. I told you, they were just tired.”
“You did it so hard”, he says and giggles with his nose scrunching up. He snuggles the blanket, even going so far as to rub his cheek against it, “I couldn’t stop moaning.”
“I couldn’t tell at all”, you joke and snicker.
He snickers as well, nodding his head, “I know, I was so loud. I can’t help it because you’re so, so good.”
“Don’t apologise. I’m the same when you touch me.”
“Yeah, I know”, he says, glancing down at your body just once, “you sounded really sexy. I think.”
“Thank you, baby. You sounded really sexy too.”
“Yeah, I liked it”, he says, “I’ve been able to make love to you without danger for such a long time already, but I still feel so excited by it. So it always feels epic and, and”, he stops himself, glancing at you shyly, “I hope I’m not annoying you with this already.”
“Kookie, come on”, you say sternly and nudge his chest, “don’t you dare say that. I feel as excited as you do, sweets. You deserve to feel this way.”
“Thank you. It means a lot that you share those feelings with me.”
“Of course, baby. I mean it.”
He smiles and reaches out to touch your face. Your cheek, your brow and temple until he ends it with a soft brush over your lips. And as he makes sure that your face is actually as beautiful as he thinks it is, his sparkly eyes race over your features without wanting to stop. They finally land on your lips and the way they look so pretty in the morning lights.
“I uhm”, he begins and lets out a shy giggle, meeting your gaze. You retort the chuckle, caressing the inside of his wrist.
“Mhm?”
“I think you’re beautiful”, he says, making your heart flutter.
“Thank you so much”, you whisper giddily, “you’re beautiful too.”
“Thank you”, he says and sits up just a little, “hey ___? I was thinking”, he begins.
“What were you thinking?” you ask him, expecting the most profound revelation ever.
“My arms look really strong today. What do you think?” he says, showing off by flexing his arm. His muscles tense and bulge, capturing your attention. 
You stifle a snicker. You did not expect for the conversation to go this way. He is such a wonderful person.
“Look at this”, he points at the most sculpted parts, “can you see the lines there and, and how big it looks there?”
“I can”, you tell him, melting in fondness. He is so adorable when he shows off because you know for a fact that he believes that this is the most impressive thing he could do. Not being loving and gentle, neither being the best listener and sweetest person ever. No, in his eyes showing off his muscles is the most impressive thing about him. Which, don’t misunderstand, is very impressive, but it is still very adorable as well because of how randomly he decided to do it. 
“Can you see how strong I am?” he asks, flexing even harder. 
“I can”, you reach out and touch his arm. It is rockhard, “wow, Kookie your muscles are so hard.”
“Right? It’s because I’m so strong”, he says.
“Mhm, of course you are. You’re such a strong man, this is so impressive”, you praise him, squeezing his arm gently, “wow, so strong.”
“Yeah, right?” he agrees and then sticks his head under the blanket for a second. You watch him with fondness bubbling in your tummy, “and check this out”, he says, reappearing again and tugging the blanket down his torso just enough that the first hint of his pubes gets revealed. He is resting on his back, propped up on his elbow and with his abs flexed. He runs his fingers down the lines of them, “look.”
You roll to your tummy and prop yourself up on your elbows. Like this, you could easily rest your chin on his stomach if you wanted to.
“Wow Kookie, your abs looks so strong”, you gasp.
“Right? It’s because I used them so much last night”, he says, making your chest flutter. He wasn’t lying. He did use them a lot as he was making you see galaxies.
“Mhm of course you did”, you say, “can I touch?”
“Of course.”
You reach out and trace his muscles with your fingertips. Jungkook watches you with his breathing just a little quickened. Goosebumps cover his skin wherever you touch. You finish your explorations by shimmying closer and draping your arm over his lap just so you can lower your lips to his stomach and kiss it.
Jungkook gasps when that happens, shivering like crazy. You nuzzle your nose into his faint happy trail and inhale his scent. He smells like warm nights, good sex and clean skin. It’s addictive, really, and for just a short moment you play with the desire to lick him until he shivers.
You lift your head, meeting his droopy gaze.
“My strong man”, you say, flashing him a loving grin.
Jungkook breaks into a fit of happy giggles, picking you up in his strong arms to hug you against his chest. 
“Thank you ___, I’m your strong man”, he says, wiggling you from side to side. 
“Yes you are”, you tell him, snaking your arm around his waist, “I feel very safe in your arms.”
“Wow really?” he gasps and giggles, “wow, thank you. This means so much to me.”
He lies down with you in his arms, which results in your finding your new resting spot sprawled halfway on top of him and with your face buried in the crook of his neck. You grunt at the impact, before a fond chuckle shakes your shoulders.
“Careful”, you tell him.
“I’m sorry”, he slips his arms from you, “did I hurt you?”
“No, you just surprised me. That’s all”, you say, climbing on top of him and sitting down on his lap. Just below his dick and with your hands feeling up his pecs. Like this, the blanket covers you until your hips while the rest of your body was exposed to the cool air. Goosebumps cover your skin instantly, but Jungkook touches don’t allow your body to feel cold. He runs his hands all over your body, leaving out the most intimate spots for respect reasons and massaging the parts which he thinks are so incredibly soft.
“My strong man, mhm?” you say.
He nods his head vigorously, pressing out a shaky, “yeah.” He is just so excited to be with you and to be your strong man! He is your man! That’s awesome!
You run your hands to his shoulders before placing them in the pillow beside his head. Like this, you can look down at his pretty face while Jungkook feels up your back and the beginning of your buttocks.
“Should we check out this café we passed last night?”
You drove by a café on your way to the cinema yesterday. Back then, it had already closed for the day, but it promised fresh breakfast everyday in the café window. You talked about going there one day and trying out the menu.
“I love this idea”, he says, “I’m really hungry already”, he tells you and adds a quick, “not that kind of hungry though, don’t worry.”
You laugh, “I wasn’t thinking that”, you assure him, pecking his lips. 
Jungkook hums and hooks his arms behind your head. With one expert movement, he has your positions flipped, kissing your lips as happy purrs rumble in his chest.
“Kookie, wait”, you giggle, fighting him off with minimal effort, “the breakfast.”
“You shouldn’t have kissed me then”, he mumbles, chasing your kiss.
“It was a peck, you’re the one deepening it”, you complain with a racing heart.
“Mhm no”, he answers you, making you laugh.
“Come on, baby”, you snicker, turning your head so he is kissing your cheek instead.
“Hmpf fine”, he huffs out air, rubbing his nose against you slowly, “first shower, then breakfast, then I’ll buy you flowers and then I’ll show you what kissing me all naked gets you.”
“Sounds like a deal”, you say, feeling oh so giddy that you could burst.
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tojisun · 5 months
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biker!simon is slowly rotting my brain and i’m all here for it !! the way you write him makes me want to giggle and kick my feet 😵‍💫🫶🏼
so i just wanted to throw this idea out there…there was a tiktok video i saw (i couldn’t find it 😔) but it’s this couple on a bike and the backpack reaches forward and like…palms the the guy through his jeans and he holds her hand there for a sec and 👀 i just thought that fit for biker!simon
anyways !! love you and your writing
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AHHHHH THATS SO HOT WHAT THE HELLLL??? no yea reader def does that <33 also? luv how u call her backpack!!! its such a cute nickname omgg!!! and thank u so so much my starlight <33 i love you too!
biker!simon mlist // suggestive - minors dni!! hinted exhibitionism bc simon n reader are nastily in luv!
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you are simon’s good girl so, naturally, you usually don’t do this. but in your defence, it is dark outside, the roads empty except for sprinkles of other night riders that you two briefly share the road with.
it’s yet another late drive, you and simon having just left the meet up – easily one of the rowdiest you’ve ever been to. 
when you told simon how heedy you’re feeling from the buzzing energy, he laughed and told you that it’s even more packed this time because of the upcoming rally. you oohed and aahed, and simon fondly rolled his eyes at your obvious cluelessness before steering you past strangers to introduce you to his other friends – alejandro, rudy, and that one big guy who insists on being called konig. 
“nice to meet you katzchen,” he said, taking your arm up to bump it on the mouth of his helmet – something he never took off for the whole day. 
“nice to meet you too! although i didn’t quite catch that- what’s it that you said last?” 
konig’s eyes crinkled, his smile hidden by his helmet, before he let go of your hand and then disappeared into the masses.
what the fuck?
you turned to simon only to see him glaring at where konig used to stand. 
“si?”
“it’s nothin’, sweet girl. wanna come meet up with mactavish?”
simon slows down to a stop in front of a red light, one of his hands leaving his handlebar to reach back to your thigh. it is a routine at this point – simon’s hand caressing your leg, gently massaging, his thumb pressing into tensed muscle, before squeezing once, twice, three times, before pulling away to hold his handlebar again once the light turns green. 
it is a routine, but it still makes your heart jump to your throat, feeling the way his palm leaves burning trails at each glide. your arms tighten around his waist and you are sure that simon felt the way your breath hitched, but he continues on anyway – teasing touches gaining purpose, sliding up-down, before gripping whatever flesh he can. you bump your helmet to his back, a muffled whine sitting in the base of your throat, feeling your lungs wobble at his touch. 
then, he hikes his hand up higher – this is new, something simon has never done before. has never dared to try, especially on the open road.
he tickles his touch up, kneading your muscle until his hand bumps into the swell of your ass. he gives it a squeeze, just a quick pressure, then he rips his hand off now that the light turns green. he revs his bike as a warning – just enough that you tighten your arms around him again – before speeding away, acting like he didn’t just send heat coursing through your veins.
you feel his stomach contract, muscles moving underneath his shirt, and-
oh. 
simon’s laughing.
the haze in you shifts, snapping into something playful. teasing.
you wait until his silent chuckles dissipate, pretending to still be overtaken by his slyness and making him think that you are still unable to move on. well, perhaps there is truth to your lie because yes you are unable to move on, but you hope to hell he wouldn’t be able to as well.
he takes a right turn, his bike dipping close to the asphalt, the sound of his engine purring beautifully, and you think: this is it.
time to reward your big boy.
your touches start off slow. gradual. 
you loosen your arms around his waist, easing your gloved hands off from where they laid tangled together to plant the flat of your palms on simon’s stomach. you feel his abdomen jump, not anticipating the shift in your hold, and you bite on your bottom lip to smother a giggle. 
simon tilts his helmeted head, confused, but you ignore him, busy mapping the hard muscles of his abdomen with kitten-light swipes. one of your hands rises up to caress his chest, swiping a hand between his pecs before falling back to his belly. the other – and this one makes you breathless too – falls to his lap, rubbing at his thigh before swiping it towards his pelvis only to swipe it back out as though you weren’t close to cupping him through his jeans.
your chest vibrates with something guttural and it takes you a heartbeat to realize you were not the one emitting the sound. it was coming from simon, a sound so deep it reverberates between where the two of you are pressed.
the chuckles leave your lips this time around, unable to hold it in anymore. unconsciously, your hand grazes the half-formed tent underneath his jeans, and simon does that rumbling sound again that just heightens your elation.
you are still reeling over your mini revenge that you don’t notice simon taking a new turn, his bike roaring as it speeds through narrow roads and into a dimly-lit and certainly abandoned parking lot.
what-
“si?” you ask, confusion rising when simon turns his engine off before tapping your leg to signal you to get off.
you do, clamouring up, eyes wide as you watch simon follow. he pulls his helmet off and straps it on his bike before twisting his body to face you.
his eyes crinkle, glinting with something dangerous, and you know he’s grinning underneath his balaclava. desire shoots through your spine, realizing where he’s going with this.
simon laughs, seeing the way you straightened up, alert even when something carnal thrums within your veins.  
“that’s right, princess,” he rumbles, his voice thick with want, as he unbuckles his belt. “y’r gonna finish what y’started, aren’t you?”
you nod, already pulling your helmet off your head and wobbling towards him on weak knees. simon takes your helmet from you, his hands brushing against yours, and just before you can kneel down in front of him, simon coos, “knew you are my good girl.”
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It's About Time
Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and your best friend Eddie decide it's time to lose your virginity to each other, after all who is a better choice than the person you love more than anyone else in the world?
Word Count: 6.2K
Content Warnings: 18+ Only, Smut, PIV (Both protected and unprotected), Fingering, Underage drinking
Author's note: This has come from two requests that I merged from this anon and another incredibly detailed one I haven't posted from @shybunnie20 - thank you I loved the enthusiasm 😂💕 After the success of Movie Night (or part 1 anyway) I was so happy to write another virgin!eddie story, this is my first bit of writing after taking a bit of a break so I hope it lives up to expectations! As always I would be thrilled to hear your thoughts and thank you to anyone that takes the time to read 😚 Also I'm sorry for any typos it's 2am and I did proofread but probably not very well
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Friday nights at The Hideout had become routine for you and your group of friends. The dingy little dive bar in your boring town almost felt like a second home. You knew most of the regulars on a first name basis and had become friendly with the bartenders, spending most of your Tuesdays sat by the bar as your friends took to the stage to play their weekly gig, staff and patrons alike had taken a shine to you. You had somehow managed to charm them enough for them to turn a blind eye to the fact that none of you were yet twenty one. This led to your Fridays also being spent there to chill out with a drink or two after their campaigns had ended. 
“I’m telling you guys now,” Jeff spoke a little too loudly as the topic of conversation had turned to what he had gotten up to with his new girlfriend last weekend. “The pretzel dip is by far the best position I’ve tried so far.” 
“Yeah cause you’ve tried so many,” Gareth snickered, causing the others to join in with his teasing. 
You smiled through the conversation even though you didn’t really know what they were talking about, your gaze always wandering to Eddie when he tipped his head back and laughed loudly. 
A few hours later you arrived back at Eddie’s trailer where you were spending the night, a regular occurrence. You even had your own toothbrush in his bathroom, a few items of clothing stashed in his drawers, but most of the time you opted for one of his shirts rather than your own. You’d lost count of how many nights you’d shared his bed, fallen asleep in his arms with your face tucked into the crook of his neck. You know, totally normal friend stuff. 
You shrugged off your jacket and threw yourself down on his bed whilst he took a seat at his desk to roll a couple of joints. Your mind wandered back over the conversations that took place earlier. You loved being “one of the guys”, you truly appreciated that they never treated you any differently. But at the same time, there were moments like tonight when the conversation turned a little rowdy that you wished you had more female friends. You didn’t read the playboy magazines that the guys did, you had seen porn but not enough to really know half the things they were talking about. You were by no means prudish or innocent. You had touched yourself plenty of times, you just preferred to rely on your own imagination rather than any physical material to help get you there. The gnawing feeling of being the odd one out got the better of you as you watched the muscles in Eddie’s back move as he admired his handy work. 
“What the fuck is a pretzel dip?” you blurted out. 
“Excuse me?” Eddie asked, his body twisting to face you, an amused grin on his lips as he held back a chuckle. 
“What’s a pretzel dip?” You asked again with a sigh. “Jeff mentioned it earlier? Honestly I don’t know what half the shit you guys talk about actually is.” 
Eddie full on belly laughed at your confession, his head thrown back as he placed the joint in his hand down on his desk before turning his attention back to you. 
“That’s because you’re a virgin,” he told you matter of factly. 
“That’s bullshit,” you threw the stuffed dragon plush you got him for his birthday directly at his head. “So are you!”
“Urgh, thanks for reminding me,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he caught the toy just before it could collide with his face, his grin dropped and his tone had turned sour. 
“You say that like it’s a bad thing?” You questioned gently. 
“We’re not teenagers anymore, we’re fucking twenty now.”
“It’s not a race Eds.”
“Maybe not for you,” he sighed. “It’s different for girls, no one expects anything from you. You know how much pressure there is for guys to lose it?” 
“You think I don’t feel pressure?” You asked in disbelief. 
“I’m sorry,” he said, abandoning his chair in favour of sitting beside you on his bed. “I’m sorry you know I didn’t mean it like that.” 
You continued to frown at him and he tugged you forward by your forearms so he could rest his head to your own. 
“I’m just a little embarrassed by it, you know? Just get a lot of shit for it when people find out,” he continued. “Please can we just forget about it?” 
Silence. You didn’t want to forget about it.
“We could do it?” You proposed. 
“What?” He pulled back to look at you with raised brows. 
“Me and you. We could have sex.” 
He stared at you, shock plastered across his face. 
“Is it really that crazy?” You asked. “I mean, we do everything else together.” 
He considered what you were saying and you were right. People commented on it all the time. You were joined at the hip. Followed each other like shadows. Like one soul in two bodies. 
“Okay,” he agreed. “When?” 
“Now?” You shrugged. 
“Now?” His shocked expression was back again. “I don’t even have any condoms.”
“So go get some.”
He stared at you for several moments looking for any hint that you might be joking, when he found none he stood and paced his room as his busy mind tried to remember where he had discarded his keys. 
“Fuck, you’re serious?” He double checked, swiping the keys from his desk next to his metal “lunchbox”.
“Yep,” you nodded leaning back on his mattress and making yourself comfortable. 
“Alright,” he sighed, an excited yet nervous smile tugging at his lips. “Be back in ten.” 
There was a gas station right round the corner from the trailer park so you knew he wouldn’t be gone long. Your stomach twisted with excitement as the reality of what you had suggested set in. You were going to lose your virginity. Tonight. To Eddie. Your best friend in the whole world Eddie. Was it really a good idea? You loved him. You trusted him. There wasn’t any boy in the world you felt safer with. The more you thought about it you couldn’t work out why you hadn’t suggested this to him sooner, he was perfect. But if that was the case then why had you never progressed past the friendship stage? 
Your internal ramblings were cut short when you heard Eddie return home. He hurried back to his room and perched on the edge of his bed by your side. He reached into the plastic bag clutched in his hands and pulled out a 12 pack of condoms. He placed them on his nightstand and reached back into the bag. This time he pulled out a small bottle of lubricant and held it out to you, you took it with a curious expression. 
“Thought maybe it might make it easier for you,” He explained hurriedly. “Cause it’s supposed to hurt right? I don’t know, just want you to enjoy it.” 
With his words any sliver of doubt you were having melted away. There wasn’t another person on Earth that would take care of you like Eddie would. He reached into the bag one more time and pulled out a pack of your favourite marshmallow treats. You grinned as you took them from him. 
“And urgh, what are the Peeps for?” You teased. 
“Nothing,” he huffed, laughing with you and shrugging his shoulders. “Just saw ‘em and I know you like ‘em.” 
He is perfect. You threw your arms around his neck and smacked a kiss to his temple. 
“Thank you,” you told him resting your head on his shoulder, he smiled and grabbed your forearm to keep you close, the pad of his thumb brushing the skin of your wrist softly. 
You held your embrace in comfortable silence, until you suddenly started giggling. 
“What’s so funny?” He smirked at you. 
“We’re gonna see each other naked.”
“We’ve seen each other naked before,” he scoffed. 
You pulled back sharply and shot him a curious look. You had seen Eddie in various states of undress over the years. You’d seen the outline of his dick through his boxers when he woke up with morning wood. You’d seen his bare ass a couple of times when he’d gotten changed with his back to you. But you’d never seen him fully naked, and you were almost certain he’d never seen you. 
“When?” You questioned, your brow creased as you tried to figure out what he was referring to. 
“Well,” he rubbed the back of his neck as a sheepish look crossed over his features. “I’ve seen your boobs at least.”
You glared at him. 
“Again… When?” 
“You know that cute tank top you wear to bed in the summer? The one with the little black bows?” 
“Yes.” It was one of your favourites. 
“Well you fidget in your sleep. And it falls down a lot.” 
“Eddie you perv!” You shouted, punching him lightly in the arm. “Why did you never tell me my boob was popping out?” 
“Is that a serious question?” He laughed. 
Your jaw hung open as you stared at him, you wanted to give off the impression you were mad but you weren’t really that offended. 
“What? I always covered you back up in case Wayne came in unannounced,” his cheeky grin crumbling your facade. 
“Ever the gentleman,” you snorted, rolling your eyes. 
You stood up and held out your hand, pulled him up with you when he took it. You hooked your finger underneath his belt and gave it a teasing tug. 
“C’mon,” you told him sternly, biting your lip to disguise your smile. “Time to make it even.”
He laughed through his nose and lifted his arms when you pinched the bottom of his shirt, allowing you to pull the garment over his head. He shook out his curls and smiled down as you admired his torso. This part of his body certainly wasn’t new, you’d seen him shirtless more times than you could count. But even so your eyes roamed over the pale expanse of his chest, your fingers gently tracing over the black widow and the demon inked onto his left pec. Your fingers moved lower, down over his soft stomach your nails raked lightly through his happy trail, stopping just above his belt. You hummed in satisfaction at the goosebumps that arose on his skin. In turn he tugged at the edge of your shirt, asking for permission to remove it. You allowed him to lift it over your head and immediately reached behind you to unhook your bra. His eyes widened as you pulled the straps down your arms and let it fall to the floor. 
“What?” You asked as he stared silently at your chest. “Nothing you haven’t seen before right?”
“Uh huh,” he agreed still not tearing his eyes away, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “This is a little different though don’t you think?” 
He placed his hands on either side of your waist and started to trace patterns onto your skin just as you had done. You shivered under his touch as he grazed his fingers upwards over your ribcage stopping just below your breasts. 
“Can I?” He asked, the teasing tone in his voice now gone and replaced with nervous anticipation. 
“Yes,” you nodded, your breath hitching slightly as he cupped you in both of his large palms, his thumbs brushing lightly over your nipples. 
Eager for more you dropped your hands to his belt and fumbled with the handcuff buckle. You cursed at him for having such a complicated belt but he simply smirked letting you struggle, unwilling to take his hands away from your chest to help you. You eventually figured it out and ripped the belt from its loops. You wasted no time popping open the button on his jeans and pushing them down over his hips. He did an adorable little shimmy to help get them down his legs, kicking them off once he had them down to his ankles. 
Your stomach did a somersault as your eyes landed on the very prominent bulge in his boxers. This was different than when you saw his morning wood, this time you knew that you had done this to him. You dragged your nails delicately along his erection from the base to the already leaking tip. 
“Fuck,” he shuddered, dropping his forehead to yours. 
You were desperate to hear him do that again. You lowered your hand again, this time making sure to skim his balls on your way back up. Eddie’s nostrils flared as a whine tore from his throat. He dropped his hands from your breasts to fervently unbutton your jeans. You giggled at his enthusiasm and wiggled your hips to help as he did you. You gasped when he reached behind you to squeeze your ass, and pull you flush to his chest, the hardness now pressing into your belly made you squirm against him with want. 
“Excited?” You laughed teasingly, grinding your hip against him. 
“A little,” he grinned down at you. 
“You first,” you told him as you hooked a finger into the waistband of his boxers and let the elastic snap back against his skin. 
“That’s fair,” he agreed after his earlier confession,  with a laugh he took a step back from you. 
He whipped the boxers down his legs and kicked them to the side, exhaling sharply as he stood up straight and let your eyes wander over new territory. Your jaw went slack as you took in the sight of his cock, standing to full attention against his stomach. He was absolutely fucking beautiful. You didn’t think that seeing his dick would somehow make him even more perfect in your eyes but it did. It was long and smooth, a few faint veins ran beneath the skin along his shaft, the deep pink tip leaking with precum just below his navel. He was starting to get nervous when you stayed silent, your eyes still drinking him in. 
“Your turn,” he urged as his hands started to fidget at his sides, resisting the urge to cover himself up. 
“Yeah… right,” you sighed as he broke you out of your trance, his cheeks lightly flushed pink. 
You pulled your panties down your legs and quickly kicked them off. His features softened when his eyes drifted over your now fully naked form. He held out his hands and you took them in yours, stepping closer to you to lean his face close. 
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered. 
“Shuddup,” you mumbled, shy under his gaze. 
“Nope. You are.” 
You stood for a moment longer simply admiring each other’s bodies before he asked you to lie back on his bed. You followed his instructions, the butterflies in your stomach suddenly going crazy as you opened your legs for the first time. He kneeled on the bed in front of you, his eyes unblinking as they were immediately drawn to your centre. He muttered something so quietly under his breath that you missed it while he ran his palms from your knees up the inside of your thighs. He laughed when you squirmed beneath him as his touches tickled you.
“Do you erm… You touch yourself right?” He asked. 
“Yeah,” you breathed, your heart was racing inside your chest as his fingers creeped steadily higher. 
“Okay,” his cock twitched as that image made its way to the front of his mind. “Can you tell me what feels good then, or show me?” 
“Yeah,” you agreed. “You wanna sit behind me?” 
He nodded eagerly, his curls bouncing where they framed his face. He moved to sit behind you with his legs either side of your thighs and pulled you straight back against his chest. You took his right hand in your own, his left arm wrapped around your chest holding you tightly to him. You entwined your fingers, your palm resting over the top of his hand as you lowered it between your legs. You gasped as the tip of his middle finger made contact with your exposed clit, Eddie growled softly and nuzzled your temple, his lips pressed to your ear. You used your finger on top of his to guide him in steady circles, dipping lower to your entrance every now and again to gather your wetness. 
Eddie wasn’t completely clueless. He had watched more than his fair share of porn, read plenty of articles and “tips” in his playboys about the most effective way to get a woman off and he listened closely when his friends bragged about their sexual escapades whether they were true or not. He knew the basic things to do but he also knew that everybody was different. He let you manoeuvre his fingers and paid close attention to what made your breath catch in your throat, which spots made your hips jolt and what had you tipping your head back onto his shoulder as you sighed sweetly. After a few minutes he was confident enough to take over without your direction. 
“I got you,” he murmured as he took the hand that was guiding him and placed it over your belly. “I got you sweetheart.”
You never realised how sexy his voice was until he was speaking so lowly against your ear, his words of encouragement had you melting in his hold as he used his thumb to continue drawing slow circles on your swollen nub. 
“Hmmm you’re so sensitive,” he purred. “Are you always this sensitive?” 
You nodded and turned your head to face him, your foreheads clashed and your noses bumped, the intensity of your desire to have him touch you more only grew when you looked into his big brown orbs. You bucked your hips against his hand in an attempt to lower his digits. 
“Shit baby you want more huh?” His breath was jittery as his own desperation for more grew. 
“Please,” you whined, your back arching as he pushed his fingers in deep, you could feel his hardness digging into your spine. 
His motions are a little awkward to start off with but the heel of his palm continuously grinding against your clit was enough to still send little sparks of heat shooting to your core. Sensing that his fingers weren’t quite having the desired effect he crooked them a different way and continued his search for your sweet spot. 
“Fuck, oh my god Eddie, fuck,” you choked out when he finally found it. 
Bingo, he thought as he honed in on that perfect spot. You felt his cock jump in response to your moans and it only made you push back against him harder. He slowly started to thrust his hips in time with his hand. You were starting to feel the coil tightening, Eddie could tell you were close from the way your walls were squeezing his fingers, every drag in and out felt wetter than before and every sharp exhale brought along a moan or a whimper you couldn’t subdue. You were writhing in his grasp now, your hips rolling to meet the slick slap of his hand against your pussy. The heat was burning in your core as your body screamed at you to just let go. 
“Eddie, Eddie, I’m… I’m-” you practically sobbed. 
“What? You’re what?” He panted, flicking his wrist twice as hard as he doubled his efforts to push you over the edge. “You gonna cum for me? Oh baby please cum for me.” 
Your eyes slam shut as you cry out his name over and over, everything is a blur of white heat as you go rigid in his arms, your walls contracting around his fingers as you cum hard. His arm wrapped around you pulled you impossibly closer, his cock throbbing against your back. You went lax in his embrace, your head resting on his shoulder as you gained your breath back. Your entire body felt light and tingly. You felt him smiling against your skin as he buried his face in your neck, a handful of delicate kisses scattered across your shoulder. 
“Damn, got a bit carried away there,” he mumbled into your hair. 
“What do you mean?” You asked, your voice sounded lazy from your lingering bliss. 
“You weren’t supposed to cum like that,” he told you. “Wanted to taste you.” 
You squeezed your legs together and bit your lip at the thought of his gorgeous face staring up at you from between your legs. 
“You still can,” you promised. “Another time. Right now though I just want you to fuck me. Is that okay?” 
“Shit sweetheart are you kidding?” He laughed breathily. “S’more than okay. Are you sure you’re ready? You don’t need a minute to recover?”
You shook your head no. 
“Just want you now.” 
He quickly untucked himself from where he was wrapped around you and allowed you to lie back against his pillows. Snatching up the condoms from his bedside drawers he sat on the edge of his bed. 
Eddie fumbled with the sealed box, his hands trembling slightly as he struggled to strip the box of its cellophane, a mixture of nerves and anticipation. 
“God dammit,” he breathed shakily as you watched him patiently. 
You sat up and shuffled closer to him. Looping your arms through his left one you leaned your head against his bicep, your lips pressing butterfly kisses across his pale skin. Eventually succeeding he Eddie ripped open the box and pulled out one of the little foil packages, tearing it open he eagerly rolled the latex down his length. 
“Lay back for me yeah?” He told you gently, untangling your arms from his and urging you back onto his pillows. 
You settled back and parted your legs for him while he reached for the bottle of lube on his nightstand. Popping open the cap he squeezed a blob onto his fingers and spread them through your still sensitive folds. You shrieked at the sudden coldness and squirmed away from his touch. 
“Sorry,” he laughed, dipping a single digit back inside of you. “Sorry.” 
You laughed with him and grabbed the lube yourself. After squeezing a generous amount onto your fingers you reached for his cock, spreading the gel along his hardness. Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted in a soft gasp as your fingers wrapped around him. He continued to move his fingers in and out as he had previously, you were sure you were wet enough that you didn’t need the lube but it was thoughtful of him to buy it. After a minute or two he grabbed hold of your wrist stilling the strokes of your hand. 
“Don’t want this to be over so fast,” he explained in a whisper. 
You nodded and gripped his shoulders to pull him further up your body, he followed your movements until he was hovering over you. 
“You ready sweetheart?” He asked as he touched his forehead against your own. 
“Ready,” you told him staring deep into his chocolate brown irises. 
“You’re really really sure about this?” 
“Really really,” you confirmed with a nod and a smile.
You anchored your legs around his waist while he lined himself up with your entrance. Foreheads still touching you both stared down at where you were about to be connected, watching as he slowly disappeared inch by inch. Eddie’s eyes slammed shut as he released one of the most guttural groans you’d ever heard from him. 
“Oh my, fuuuck,” he gasped. “You’re so fucking tight.”
You winced as a sharp sting shot through your core. The lube had helped him slip into you with ease but it did little to help with the pain of him stretching you. He stilled once his hips were flush with yours and opened his eyes to look down at you, he was met with the sight of your face screwed up in discomfort. 
“Hey, hey,” he whispered, his voice laced with concern. “You okay?” 
“Mmhm,” you breathed heavily. “Just need a minute to get used to it.”
You were overwhelmed by how big he felt. Sure you had never had anything but your own fingers inside you before tonight but you didn’t think it was possible to feel this full. Eddie kept his hips still until you were ready for him to continue. He took both of your hands in his and lifted them to rest either side of your head, your fingers intertwined as he pressed a featherlight kiss to your forehead, then your nose and both of your cheeks. A warm feeling in your belly grew at the way he was doting on you. Once the initial pain had dulled to mild discomfort you gave him the okay to move. 
“Go slow okay?” You pleaded. 
“Of course,” he assured you. “You’re doing so good, taking me so well sweetheart.” 
His praise sent a different kind of jolt through your core as he began to rock his hips against yours, not enough to pull out, only to get you used to a little  motion. Your mind struggled to find the words to  express how you were feeling. The only things escaping your throat being your tiny whimpers and strangled moans as his tip ground continuously against your g-spot, the coarse patch of curls around the base of his cock brushing steadily over your clit. Eddie on the other hand was very vocal. He never stopped checking with you as he gradually increased his thrusts. 
“You doing okay sweetheart?” 
“Good to keep going baby?” 
“Fuck you feel so so good.” 
The fact that he was so worried about how much he was hurting you was probably the only thing keeping him from blowing his load in seconds. Your body eventually relaxed as it grew accustomed to the invasion and the pain has started to ebb into pleasure. While your movements were stiff at first you started to roll your hips in time with his thrusts. The sound of his whimper, soft and broken as his breath fanned hot across your lips had desire already pooling again deep in your belly. The bridge of your nose was brushing his in a way so tender you couldn’t remember ever feeling so close to another person. You needed more of him. 
You hooked your legs more securely around his waist and pried your fingers from his to gently push at his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around your back, holding you close as you rolled him over. Both of you were giggling as you fumbled to untuck your legs and settle into a more comfortable position. Your laughter turned into gasps as his cock slid deeper into you. 
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” Eddie growled through gritted teeth as you started to lightly bounce, his thumbs massaging encouraging circles into your hip bones. 
His eyes were drawn to your core where he was entranced by the sight of himself sliding in and out of your wet pussy. The look on his face was one you had never seen before. You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out and cupping his face in your palms, you tipped his chin until he was looking up at you, the pure adoration in his eyes unmistakable. You couldn’t help yourself any longer, without a second thought you leaned down until you were kissing him deeply. It was desperate and messy but he melted into it the second your lips made contact with his. In that moment everything made sense, why you had never been interested in dating anyone, it was like you were made for him. You didn’t need to say the words. As you looked into each other's eyes as you tore your lips apart for breath, there was an unspoken agreement that there was no going back now, no way you could ever be “just friends” again. 
You slid your hands up his face until they were tangled in his dishevelled curls, swallowing his moans when you gave them a gentle tug. It still wasn’t enough, every cell in your body felt as though it was consumed by him and yet you needed more. There was only one other way in which you could fully feel every part of him. 
“Eddie,” you breathed. “Eddie, please-“
“What do you need baby?” he panted. “Just tell me what you need, I’ll give you anything you want.” 
“Can we take the condom off?” You didn’t miss the flash of worry that shot across his face. “Please I just wanna feel you, really feel you.”
“Are you on the pill or something?” He asked. 
“No, but we can go to the pharmacy first thing tomorrow?” you suggested. “Get plan B.” 
“You sure?” He asked after a moment of hesitation. 
“Yeah,” you assured him. “Yeah I’m sure.”
“Okay,” he nodded, pecking your lips sweetly. 
He tapped his fingers against your hip and you removed yourself from his lap, rolling onto your back you watched as he pulled off the latex and discarded it. He climbed over you and took his previous position between your legs. He took a moment to run the head of his cock along your pussy, admiring you as he spread the gathered precum through your slick folds. You both braced yourselves as he slowly pushed back into you, his mouth open wide as he bottomed out. He slammed his eyes closed and clenched his jaw trying to suppress the whimpers that were falling from his lips. One of his arms held his weight by the side of your head, his bicep trembling ever so slightly while the other flew between you to rub circles on your swollen clit. 
“You can move Eds,” you wondered why he was keeping his hips so still. “Don’t have to wait this time.” 
You took his face in your hands again and watched as his eyes fluttered open, he looked completely wrecked. 
“Can’t,” he choked. “M’gonna cum.” 
If he thought you felt incredible before it was nothing compared to now. Without the latex barrier he could feel exactly how warm and wet you were. His breathing stuttered when he felt your walls clench around him the faster he moved his fingers. 
“S’okay,” you promised. “Want you to.” 
You were dying to know what he looked like as he came, what he felt like, what sounds he made. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, clinging to him as he hid his face back in your neck. He started to roll his hips in faster, uneven motions, still trying his hardest to fight off his rapidly approaching orgasm. You hitched your legs up higher, digging your ankles into the flesh of his ass in an attempt to hold him closer to you. Brushing his curls back where they stuck to his temple damp with sweat. You tucked his hair behind his ear and kissed along the shell. 
“Ohh Eddie,” you whispered, your breath hot against his skin sent a shiver down his spine. “You feel so- fuck - so good.” 
“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming,” he moaned. “M’sorry, can’t stop it. Can’t stop-” 
He gave one final thrust before his hips stilled, whining into your neck as he spilled his release deep inside your pussy. You slid your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, your nails scratching soothing circles onto his scalp as you held him through his high. You smiled when you felt his lips move, tiny pecks were placed across your tender skin. After a few minutes he pulled back, propping himself up on both of his elbows he smoothed the hair back from your forehead with his thumbs. You couldn’t keep the grins off both of your faces. 
“Hi,” he breathed, breaking the silence. 
“Hi,” you giggled softly in response. 
“That was…”
“Wow.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “It was wow.” 
He leaned down to kiss you properly, slowly, deeply. You didn’t want to break the connection but you were starting to get cramps in one of your legs. He reluctantly pulled away, hissing as he slipped himself out of you. Frowning when he noticed the smallest bit of blood between your legs he pressed his lips to the inside of your knee before telling you he’d be right back. You stared up at his ceiling when he left the room and couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, you were so happy it felt like you were floating. Eddie returned with a drink for you and a washcloth wet with warm water. He handed you the glass and brought the cloth between your legs to clean you up. 
“Sorry,” he apologised when you jumped at the contact. 
He finished up and snatched his boxers up from the floor, pulling them up over his hips before he handed you your panties. Opening up his drawers he fished out his best Metallica shirt and tossed it next to you on the bed, knowing it was one of your favourites to sleep in when you didn’t bring anything of your own to wear to bed. You pulled it over your head with a smile and shuffled over to make room for him to lay next to you. He opened his arms and you immediately curled up into his side, your leg bent up over his hip with your head on his shoulder, his arms encircled you and tugged you in close as they had a thousand times before. This position was normal for you to fall asleep in, except this time he tipped your chin to look up at him so he could capture your lips with his. You were definitely okay with this being your new normal. 
You woke the next morning with a dull ache between your legs, your stomach flooded with warmth as you were reminded of the previous night with Eddie. You rolled over and smiled as you gazed at his sleeping form. He lay flat on his stomach, jaw slack as he snored softly, his cheek smushed into his pillow. The sunlight streaming in through his blinds highlighting the stray hairs sticking up around his head like a halo. You’d woken up to this sight easily a hundred times but somehow this morning he looked more beautiful than ever. You brushed back his curls where they had fallen in front of his eyes and placed a gentle peck to the tip of his nose, giggling as he scrunched it adorably in his sleep. Shifting gently trying not to wake him you slipped out of bed and searched his room for a pair of his plaid pyjama bottoms. 
You tiptoed through to the kitchen where you raided his fridge for anything you could use to make breakfast. Settling on eggs you lit the stove and boiled the kettle to make a pot of coffee. You were lost in your thoughts when you heard a creak behind you before your waist was enveloped in his strong arms. 
“Gotcha,” he mumbled into your neck as he gave you a squeeze, you could feel his smile against your sensitive skin as he nuzzled your throat. 
“Hey baby,” you laughed into his mess of curls, breathing in the scent of his shampoo. 
He dragged his lips along the column of your throat leaving a trail of lazy kisses until he reached your jaw. He lifted his head to fully face you and you wasted no time in capturing his lips with yours. It felt like time stood still as you melted into the kiss, his large palm wandering across the expanse of your soft stomach and underneath your shirt was sending you dizzy. Your mouths moved in sync with one another, gradually growing needier as the minutes passed. It was a wonder how you ever managed to keep your hands off each other for so long. You jumped apart at the sudden sound of the trailer door swinging open, Eddie’s uncle Wayne shuffled in after a long night shift. 
“Morning kids,” he smiled sleepily, not acknowledging the position he’d walk in on you both in. 
“Morning Wayne,” you replied politely. “You want some coffee?” 
“Thank you darlin’” he nodded, kicking off his boots and collapsing into his armchair in the corner with the morning newspaper. 
Eddie dropped his chin to rest on your shoulder and stared at his uncle expectantly. 
“You’re not gonna ask?” He said after several moments of silence. 
“‘Bout what?” Wayne replied as he glanced up at you looking genuinely clueless, his eyes roamed over you as he tried to figure out what was different. 
Eddie removed his hand from your hip to gesture between the two of you but Wayne’s frown only deepened. 
“Us? The kiss you just interrupted?” He said as if it was obvious. “We’re together now.”
“You weren’t together before?” Wayne asked in bewilderment. 
“No,” Eddie shook his head, his expression now matching his uncle’s while you pressed your lips together to suppress your laughter. 
“Huh, I just figured you know, the toothbrush in the bathroom, borrowing each other’s clothes and what not. In that case, good, it’s about time,” Wayne was smiling fondly now before returning his attention to his paper. 
You poured him a cup of coffee and dipped your lips close to whisper in Eddie’s ear. 
“It’s about time.” 
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Spread Your Wings- Part 2
First off: thank you to @your-grace-the-raven-queen for being an amazing beta (and also because she gave my ass hell when I didn't tag her in the first part which was very wrong of me). We support beta readers in this house!
Pairing: PornStar!John Price x PornStar!fem!reader
CW: MDNI 18+ content, NSFW, porn industry innaccuracies, your manager being a cunt, things get a lil hot and steamy but no piv yet!!!
Word Count: 3.9k
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An assistant stepped forward as the cameras stopped rolling, handing you both a couple of wet wipes before placing a towel on the floor, mopping up your mess. Scrubbing his beard with the wipe and tossing it aside, John then turned his attention to you, gently cleaning the inside of your sensitive thighs quickly and efficiently as he’d surely done hundreds of times before. 
“I can do it, it’s fine.” You murmured, hand reaching down as he moved higher up your thigh. He shushed you, shaking his head as he squeezed your arm tenderly. 
“S’alright, sweetheart. I got you. Just rest for me, yeah? We’re not done just yet.” He chuckled, glancing at your eyes to check on you yet again. The hand that wasn’t cleaning between your legs rose up to cup the back of your neck, thumb pressing gently against your skin. “Did it feel that good?” 
“Shut up, you know it did.” Lifting your head up, you focused on his cocky expression, his teasing smirk, his raised brow. Scoffing, you smacked him lightly on the chest, shaking your head as you did so. “You’re incorrigible!” 
“And you squirted. For real. None of that fake shit. I know for a fact Johnny didn’t get that out of you.”  The expression on your face morphed into a pout and he chuckled, tapping underneath your chin. “Don’t pout, sweets. I liked it. Like knowing I made you feel that good.” He tossed the wipe aside and rested both of his large hands on your thighs as he nestled between them. 
Drawing your lip between your teeth, you tipped your head to the side as you stared at him, eyes tracing over the attractive features of his face; the fullness of his cheeks, and the crow's feet around his eyes as he smiled kindly down at you. Your breathing had settled, your heart had calmed down, and so you pushed yourself up a little straighter. Your legs were still quite shaky, but you hooked them back around his hips as best you could, pulling him back into you, his brow cocked with interest. 
“Feeling better already? Mustn’t have done a good enough job then.” Grinning coyly at his words, you ran your hands up his chest, feeling the softness overlaying the firm muscle. 
“You definitely did a good enough job. But maybe I just want more.” It felt easy, natural almost, falling into this flirty banter with him. He’d made it that way with his own flirtatious words and lingering touches. He beamed at your words, nosing along the line of your jaw, inhaling deeply. 
“You know…” he mumbled into the skin of your neck, breath tickling you slightly. “Johnny was right about something. You smell fucking divine, sweet like cherries.” Cupping the back of your head, he tilted it slightly, exposing more of your neck to him as he breathed in deeply and pressed soft kisses along your neck. 
“Yeah?” Your voice was raspy as you felt yourself getting pulled back under the haze of arousal. Before he could respond, a pointed cough broke the intimate moment between the pair of you. John clicked his tongue, sucking in a breath as he pulled back to reveal your manager standing just off to the side expectantly. 
“Can we talk?” His tone was pinched, head jerking over his shoulder as his toe tapped impatiently, causing your body to tense in response. Clearly, John felt the tension, his hands moving to squeeze your shoulders as he faced the smaller man. 
“She’s still feeling a little shaky from the session. Whatever you need to talk to her about, you can say it here.” John turned to you, eyes both warm and serious.  “That good with you, sweets?”  You held his gaze giving a firm note before glancing at your manager’s narrowed eyes and raised eyebrow before the man turned his apathetic expression to you. 
“We’ve got a fair amount of marketable footage, but I’d like more vocals from you. There’s some good audio, I’d just like you to be a little louder, play it up for your audience, y’know?” John bristled at the words, fingers digging slightly into your body as he turned to the side. 
“I think she performed extremely well. Especially for my usual productions—”
“I’m trying to advance her career.” Your manager interrupted without a care, turning a pointed look at you. “Moaning out another man’s name isn’t going to attract people to watch your content. And you need to perform a little more for the camera, too.” 
You glanced between the two men, watching your oblivious manager blinking expectantly at you as John straightened, arms folding across his chest, his head tilting to the side. 
“She’s doing just fine.” He grits out, moving to lean on the bench between you and your manager. “I’m guessing that’s your first time hearing a woman really orgasm. Sounds a bit different than the produced shit you’re used to but let me tell you something.” John stepped forward again, using his height as an intimidation factor as he loomed over the other man. 
“Real shit like that is what keeps people coming back to watch it again and again. She’ll build up a loyal fanbase who appreciate the genuine content. Have a conversation with Kate. She’ll tell you my numbers.” 
“You’re a man. Women like the soft shit. Men don’t. Men wanna hear her cry out like a whore—” 
“I’m a man, aren’t I?” John’s voice was venomous, sending shivers down your spine as you watched the confrontation unfold, legs still feeling too unsteady to step between the men. “And I fucking adored hearing her cum like that.” 
Well, if that didn’t send a fresh wave of arousal directly into your still-wet underwear. 
Your manager simply sniffed, turning his nose up as he spat a final retort before he stalked off. 
“It’s her career anyway, not mine.” 
Snorting, John turned around, anger evident in his eyes and furrowed brow as he stepped back over towards you. His hands returned to rest on your hips as he nestled between your legs once more as you mumbled a soft thanks. 
“What’re you doing with a wanker like that, sweets? He won’t treat you right.” Shrugging, you leaned into him, head resting on his chest as you groaned in frustration. 
“Studio assigned him to me. He’s been alright for the most part, but he’s got a very fixed idea about what a porn star should be.” John hummed at your response, dipping down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head as his thumbs stroked mindless patterns just above the line of your underwear. 
“I’ll link you up with Kate after this, yeah? Give you a better standing in the field. She’s dedicated and will always advocate for your safety and preferences.” You blinked at him in disbelief, but his face seemed genuine. “Nothing to it, I swear. Lemme help you out, alright?”
And how could you say no to that? Not when he was looking down at you with a sharp glint in his eye, and his palm cupping your cheek. Your mouth parted, already leaning in to kiss him when he placed a thumb over your lips, halting your movements.
“You ready for round two, sweets?” You nodded, his thumb still pressed against your lips, just begging to be bitten. He glances over your shoulder with a gorgeous half smile.  “Nik? We’re ready.”   
Nikolai started getting the crew into position as John returned his gaze to you. “And you… don’t think about what that bastard said. With me, I want you to be real. Within reason, of course. Let me hear you moan my name as I kiss you, touch you, fuck you. Promise me that, sweets?” 
He’d enthralled you from the moment you’d first watched him on a whim. The snippet was something that had caught your eye on twitter and made you wet instantly. Here, with him standing before you, you were propelled back to that moment, feeling equally as enchanted. Lips parted slightly and eyes wide, you nodded. 
“Yes sir. Anything for you.” 
“Good girl. My good girl.” His possessive tone was backed up by his hands gripping at your body, pulling you close until your hips were flush with his. He claimed your mouth even before Nikolai had signalled the cameras were back up and running.
The kiss was all-consuming. His hand wrapping around the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he held you to him. Adjusting your leg, you dug a heel into his lower back, locking him into your body as you responded eagerly, hands clawing at his body. Though he was strong and broad, there was a certain softness to him that made it easier to grab eager handfuls of his body, even through the material of his shirt.
Sliding both hands underneath your rear, he lifted you off the counter, walking as he continued to kiss you. His tongue slid alongside yours, roaming and tasting every inch of your mouth as he cupped your ass, fingers digging into the flesh. 
You had no clue what he was planning to do next. All rational thoughts had left your brain. What remained had been taken over by the man you were currently wrapped around. Moaning softly into his lips, your nails scratched lightly at the back of his neck, egging him on. His hands gripped tighter as a deep rumble sounded in his chest. He sat down onto the couch, placing you on his lap so that your wet core was resting up against his prominent bulge. Unable to resist the allure of friction, you ground against him, moaning as you did so. 
Quickly, he took hold of your hair and pulled you back to look into your eyes. 
“Getting greedy now, are you?” He tipped his head to the side, eyes narrowing like a predator lining up his prey. “Ate that pussy out so nicely and now you’re just grinding on my lap like a desperate little thing?” 
He titters, palms sliding up your thighs to push up the satin slip once more, revealing your ass to the camera as his hands roam up your back. Your mouth kept opening, but nothing came out, his actions and words rendering you speechless. 
You knew you should say something, either banter back or be subservient to him for the good of the film, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Not with the way he was staring at you, mock disappointment evident in his eyes. 
“Was gonna take this pretty little number off, but I think I’ll wait now. Make you beg for it.” One hand pulls back, reaching up to hold your jaw and pull you closer so he could whisper into your ear. “Want you to grind on my thigh until you’ve soaked the material through. Got it?” 
“Uh-huh.” You managed to get out, already shuffling to change positions, moving to straddle one of his thick, muscular thighs as he turned your head back to look at him.
“Words, pretty thing. Wanna hear that voice of yours.” 
“Yes, sir.” 
“Good girl. Now get to it.” He slaps your ass playfully, not enough to make it sting, but enough to jerk you into action. 
Slotting your legs on either side of his thigh, you began a slow grind, dragging yourself along the rough material of his pants, feeling the wide expanse of his leg flex underneath you. Whining softly at the pleasurable tingle spreading through your body, you built a steady pace, your clit throbbing as it dragged down the length of his thigh. Reaching forward, you curl your fingers around his shoulder, nails digging into the firm flesh to stabilise yourself as you continue rocking. 
John was simply watching you, elbow up on the armrest of the couch and tilting his head against his closed fist. His eyes were dark and heady, trailing over your body, humming occasionally as he ran his free hand along your side. 
The touch spurred you on, rolling your hips faster as you felt heat slowly build in your abdomen.
“Good fucking girl. Keep going. Know you can do it.” He grinned lazily, leaning back and bouncing you on the leg you were riding, causing you to loudly cry out his name. 
“That’s it, sweets. Moan for me, cry for me.” Cooing softly at you, his hand reaching down to grip his hard length, pressing against the zipper of his jeans. “See what you do to me? See what my pretty wife makes me feel? Got me so fucking hard, love.” 
You couldn’t help as your eyes immediately trained on the sizeable bulge. You’d seen his cock before, obviously, through your screen at home. But here and now, you were going to see it in person. 
“John… fuck, more John, please. Wanna… I wanna…” With your head hazy from lust, you couldn’t form the sentence, instead choosing to lean forward and reach out, palming at his groin, hips jerking faster, cunt aching and empty as you felt the size of him. 
“You wanna see it, baby? Wanna see my cock?” He whispered into your ear, his heavy breathing fanning over your neck as he groaned, his own hips jolting slightly at the contact of your hand. “No, not yet… fuck, not yet sweets. Just wait a little bit longer f’me, yeah? Gonna make it worth the wait, love.”
He pulled away, removing your hand before placing his palms on either side, hoisting you up so you straddled his lap properly, feeling the hardness of his erection against your throbbing clit. Barely needing the guidance of his hands, you immediately resumed your grind, moaning desperately, arms linking behind his neck. Cursing under his breath, John’s fingers were digging into your thighs, joining in the rhythm now as you felt yourself edging closer yet again. 
Your panties were stuck to you, wetness surely leaking through to his jeans as you continued to rub yourself on him like someone first discovering how good grinding on something felt.
“Oh fuck yeah, pretty girl, just like that.” John rumbled deeply, head tipping forward to rest on your shoulder as his breathing came out in short pants. “Feel so fucking good grinding on my cock like this. This how you’re gonna ride me? Until your pussy’s drooling all over me and you can barely speak?” 
Tipping your head back and keening, you were completely enthralled with everything this man was doing to you. The feel of him under your body, the sound of his rough voice telling you just how good you were making him feel, the musky smell of him… everything. His mere presence could make you almost forget everything around you, the cameras, the set, the crew all melting into nothing as you were set alight. Nodding deliriously was all you could manage now, hands gripping tightly around him as you leaned forward, your chest nearing his face. 
Groaning, John latched onto your nipple, teeth and tongue swirling around the stiff bud through the satin of the dress you were wearing. Growling in frustration, his hands left your hips, gripping the neckline of the slip dress and tearing it down the middle. Your noise of surprise was cut off as he pushed you back to arm's length, halting your movements, his pupils dark and dilated as he stared hungrily at your exposed body. 
“Jesus, sweetheart. You have any idea how goddamn gorgeous you are? How fucking immaculate your tits are?”
“My husband does seem to tell me that from time to time.” You teased, surprising even yourself with the line, making sure to run your hands up your now bare body to cup your breasts and squeeze them enticingly for both the camera and for him. John let out a low whistle, brow quirking and eyes sparking mischievously at your response, as if he also had almost forgotten he was at work right now. 
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re my fuckin’ wife. Mine. Aren’t you? Putting on this show just for me, aren’t you?” You nodded; eyes fixing on his during the last line. His gaze was intense, his hands were perched high on your thighs, squeezing ever so slightly. Your mind trailed back to moments earlier, just before you restarted filming, when he said he wanted you to be genuine. For him.
Swiping your tongue over your bottom lip, you ran your hands up his shirt, toying with the buttons. 
“I wanna see you, too.” You whispered, a little more sincerely, keeping your eyes level with him for a scarce moment before grinning cheekily, and tearing his shirt open. Buttons popped off, skittering along the tiled floor. 
“Jesus fucking Christ, love. You’re gonna drive me insane.” He grunts, eyes wide in shock at your assertiveness. But you don’t even get to admire his glorious, fuzzy chest as he leans up to reclaim your mouth, spanking your ass as he did so.
This kiss was different than before. This kiss was carnal, heated, and possessive with teeth biting down on your lip. The bristles of his beard scratching against the soft skin of your face while his palms hungrily slid over your body, tugging away the last of the torn fabric, leaving you only in your soaked underwear as you begin to grind down on him again. The pace was rough, fast, and needy. Greedy hands roamed bare skin, clutching and tugging in exploration as your tongues melded together similarly, seeking to map out every inch of one another before it was too late, and the moment between you two would be over. 
“Feels so good— oh my god— fuck, John, please!” The noises coming from your mouth were loud and frantic as you picked up the pace. As if to shut you up, John pressed two of his thick fingers into your mouth, tickling the back of your throat as he leaned in. 
“Suck ‘em for me. Show me how well you can take them. Get them nice and wet. Gotta put my fingers in you first, stretch out that tiny little cunt for my thick cock, yeah?” His breathing was ragged, coming out in harsh grunts as he continued to drive his hips up to meet yours. 
Moaning around his fingers, your eyes fluttered closed as you sucked them deep, tongue sweeping between the digits, spreading your saliva as he pressed the pads of his fingers on your tongue. His lips parted as he watched you, as though engraving every single one of your features into his mind.
“Yeah, that’s it, pretty girl. Suck my fingers as you grind against my cock. Picture it’s in your mouth and gimme a show.” Hearing the roughness in his tone and you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was just as affected by you as you were by him, even if it was just in this moment.
Looking directly at him, lips swollen from his brutal kiss earlier, you began bobbing your head along the length of his fingers, sucking and swirling your tongue around his digits, craving something else in your mouth. The feral glint in his eyes spurring you on, taking them all the way down. Blinking back tears from your lashes, you swallowed around his fingers, choking slightly which set him off. 
Swearing under his breath, John pulled his fingers from your mouth, placing them back down onto your hips as he controlled your movements. His eyes were focused on where you were rubbing against him, his thumbs digging into your skin as he thrust his hips up to match your pace. The friction making him groan gutturally and you whine softly. Tilting his head back, you could see his eyes were glazed and hazy, looking up at you in awe. 
“You’re something fucking else, sweetheart.” His voice husky as he panted heavily, rhythm turning uncoordinated and desperate. Resting your forehead against his and cupping his face gently, your uneven breaths intermingled with his as you screwed your eyes shut at the delicious throbbing of your clit every time it dragged up his hard cock. 
“So pretty, so damn fucking pretty like this.” He whispered, nose nudging against yours. “Makin’ me feel so good, fuck—” His praises cut off with a strangled moan and his grip tightened. 
In the back of your mind, you knew this wasn’t ideal for filming. Grinding on your partner like some high school teen in her boyfriend’s first car wasn’t exactly a top search in porn, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. It was you and him and the fire that was burning through your veins. 
Coming to his senses, John’s grip on your hips tightened as he pushed you back off his lap, effectively ceasing all your movements as you frown in confusion. 
“Did I do something wrong?” You asked hesitantly, the tone of your voice heavy and thick as you tried to regulate your breathing. John simply chuckled, shaking his head. He tipped his head back over the couch, letting out an exasperated sigh. 
“Jesus love, making me feel like a young lad again.” The corners of your mouth were twitching upwards, the pieces in your mind clicking together. 
“You need a breather there, John?” You couldn’t help but tease him, reaching down towards his crotch, but getting stopped by his firm grip. 
“You’re a downright menace, you know that?” Giggling, you leaned in to press soft pecks to his cheek, his nose, his forehead; covering his face in kisses as he laughed along with you. 
“Alright, you.” Pinning both your wrists behind your back and tugging your back, John managed to put some space between you both. “Menace, I tell you.” 
Regretfully, you relented your assault, sliding down onto the couch next to him. 
“At least I wasn’t about to cream in my pants.” 
“I’m sorry, love, have you seen the state of my jeans?” His own tone was ribbing as he gestured to the seat of his pants, which showed clear stains from your arousal. Biting your lip, you blinked up at him and shrugged. 
“I’m so terribly sorry, did you want me to stop?” His brow raised at your sarcasm, scoffing as he shook his head. 
“The gall of her?” John looked over at Kate who was flashing a smile of her own as she typed away on her phone. 
“Someone was bound to put you in your place, John.” Making a noise of protest, John looked over at Nik for support, but got none there either. 
During the exchange, you spared a glance over at your own manager, who was scowling in the corner with his arms folded and yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Turning your gaze back to John, you nudged him slightly. 
“It’s alright, old man, I can wait all day for you to get it back up.” 
Nikolai let out a barking laugh as John turned his head to look at you incredulously. Moving too quickly for you to process, he pushed you onto your back and pulled you closer to him by your ankles. Letting out a yelp of surprise, your eyes were wide as they stared up at him, his gaze a strange mix of playfulness and interest. 
“You’re cheeky, I’ll give you that. But I’ve got years on you, sweet thing. I can make your head spin in ways you’ve never even imagined.” 
“Prove it.” His eyes narrowed at the snarky retort and one corner of his mouth pulled into a vicious smirk. 
“Oh sweetheart, be very careful what you wish for.” He purred, caressing your skin softly and you felt yourself practically melt under him with anticipation.
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roanniom · 1 year
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forearms thoughts: Eddie bracing himself over you with his hands on either side of your head, fucking into you slowly and deeply. You’re so far gone, just moaning unintelligibly and writhing beneath him. You don’t have the energy to kiss him properly but when you tilt your head to the side your lips touches his wrist, his forearm, so you just start sloppily mouthing at his skin there. Eddie laughs above you and teases you for how cock drunk you are- “just need somethin’ in your mouth, princess?”
OH MY ACTUAL FUCKING GOD THIS IS SUPERB.
I also know exactly what that feels like. You are not capable of controlling yourself, just know you have to touch something but you’re so weak from pleasure, so weak you can barely hold on to whatever you’re holding, let alone make an intentional, concerted effort to grab on to a part of him.
So your mouth - which hangs open in a heavy pant - is the next best option. Turning your head, Eddie’s strong forearms are right there. Bracing him and holding him up above you. Giving him that leverage that lets him thrust so slowly and so deep, giving you those exquisite strokes he knows you love so much.
And you love him for knowing what you love, and you love him for giving you what you love. Your brain is fuzzy. Empty, save for cotton and arousal and the humming buzz of EddieEddieEddie repeating over and over like a mantra.
So you’re dropped into your basest form. The need to feel and taste and have. So you press your open mouth against his skin, breathing raggedly in some form of relief that you’ve been able to find this additional point of contact. To lave your tongue over his sweat-salted skin and feel the muscle contract underneath.
You drag your lips side to side, drooling almost as he thrusts another particularly intentional thrust deep into you. You groan against his arm as your eyes roll deep back into your head.
“You still with me, Princess?” Eddie asks above you, humor probably evident in his voice though you’re well beyond the point of comprehension.
You nod absently, lips mashing against his skin with the movement. He laughs.
“That’s it doll. Just lose yourself in it. I’ve got you.”
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bigfatbimbo · 1 month
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okay, is it just me or is a hellhound reader x velvette a really good idea? like- her guard dog who she messes with and pokes fun with- I've been toying with that but with a butch reader too AUGH
a/n — OH MY GOD. You’re a genius.
I don’t know if you intended this but—
Velvette x Hellhound!Bodygaurd!Reader
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You know she would be all over her hellhound bodyguard in a way that’s so not subtle. She’d be touching you shoulder, chest, fingers grazing a little to close your hands.
Of course, if you ever called her out on this, she’s denying immediately. But in a way that drives you absolutely crazy.
“Someone’s got an active imagination.” “Darling please, if I was flirting you’d know.”
But then she’d wink and giggle, leaving you to wonder if that was flirting or not.
The butch reader part you mentioned is interesting to me because I actually think she’d find more masculine woman very hot.
Like yes, she loves femmes because she gets to do their hair and makeup and their nails, etc! But also I think she has a soft spot for butches.
Especially if you’re strong too. Fuck, she’d find that so hot.
Like constantly slyly squeezing your muscles when greeting you. Oh, but what do you mean? She’s not flirting.
But she so is. In fact, she’s taunting you, egging you on, daring you to do anything about it.
And it adds to the appeal to her that you’re a hellhound. The idea of that kind of scandal is everything to her; an overlord and her hellhound.
She plays with fire by doing her ‘subtle’ flirting in public, just to see if anyone talks about it online. She would love that kind of attention.
If her evil plan is a success, she’ll up the stakes a little bit. Almost full-on clinging to your arm, squeezing close to you while walking.
Vox might even have to half a talk with her about ‘image’ and what-not. Of course, she wouldn’t take it seriously. After all, what’d she have to worry about? Nothing was actually happening.
God forbid she suggests you go out to eat. Watch the internet blow up with theories about you two dating.
So once again, you’d ask her what the fuck she thinks she’s doing and if she’s into you. You receive a simple, yet sinister reply.
“Oh darling, don’t you wish.”
So with that, you accept your dynamic; Velvette teases you obnoxiously, and you don’t put up with her shit.
Maybe in the end you start playing into it a little. Of course in your own guard dog kind of way. Maybe you throw your coat over a puddle for her to walk on.
Fuck it, actually just pick her up and carry her across.
She’d laugh and make a comment about how you’re “ruining her image” as if she hasn’t been since the second she saw you.
Now, after a while, feelings for each other would be a little hard to deny.
Still though, the dynamic wouldn’t change. Velvette pokes fun at you, flirts a little, and you tell her to knock it off.
Until you flirt back. Maybe she tells you to do something and condescendingly calls you ‘good dog.’
“You should watch what you say, princess,” and you get really close to her.
See, usually you don’t flirt back. But this was so clearly flirting that Velvette actually blushes.
Dear god, after that, the next time you flirt is the breaking point. She’d pull you down by your shirt collar and kiss you roughly.
Velvette would push you down on the nearest surface and not hesitate to sit on your lap. Of course, you’d wrap your arms around her and rest your hands on the small of her back, pulling her in.
Needless to say, leading to probably the hottest make out session of Velvettes time in hell.
And so starts the casual, incredibly hot, workplace affair with her hellhound.
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Katsuki finds you eating alone.
Warnings: Katsuki aged up | NSFW themes
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You sat outside on the stairs trying to let the cool breeze calm you. It had been a long day and sitting inside for lunch with the rest of school proved to be too overwhelming. Sitting alone in the peace and quiet was already helping you to settle down.
Sometimes you found it extremely hard to be sociable all day, and the rest of your class didn’t seem to have that problem. They were also terrible at picking up on your cues that you needed some downtime to recharge.
“What’s the matter with you?” You heard a voice say from behind. You turned around to see Katsuki a few steps above you.
“Nothing I’m fine," you said, turning back around.
“You’re not gonna eat?” He pressed further.
“I’m not hungry,” you said, just as your stomach growled.
“You’re a shitty liar. I’m not going to ask again what’s up with you?” He asked sternly.
“It’s just loud in there. I needed some time to myself,” you answered honestly.
“Hm- alright, well I’ll bring you some food back. You’re going to be a useless sparring partner if you’re hungry. What do you want?” He asked.
“You don’t have to do that-,” you began to answer but he cut you off.
“Save it- I know miso soup and salmon sashimi right? I’ll be right back.” He said, and walked back inside leaving you alone on the steps stunned.
Did Katsuki really pay attention to what you ate? Or did he just notice everyone’s usual order? You found yourself feeling completely bewildered at his kind gesture. It seemed so contradictory to his usual behavior.
“Here-," he said, returning to the steps and shoving a tray of food at you. He had his own tray and sat next to you. “I don’t feel like walking back inside again so I’m gonna eat here, is that a problem?” He asked.
“No it’s not… thank you,” you said, beginning to eat.
He did not answer but began to eat himself.
“So you know everyone’s order or something?” You asked, curiously.
“No. I just look at your tits a lot and your miso soup and salmon are always in the way,” he answered roughly.
You felt your face flush, “Wow ok- any gentleman points you earned from getting my food is gone now.” You laughed nervously.
“At least I’m honest,” he said, finishing up his food and standing up. “Alright enjoy the rest of your alone time,” he said and began to walk back up the stairs.
“Bakugo wait-," you called out before even thinking about what you wanted to say.
“What?” He asked annoyed, turning back around.
“Uh-,” you stammered. What the hell did you even want to say to him? Thank you? You had already said that. No, what you really wanted to say was a bit more than that. However, you found it hard to be as honest as he was with you. His intimidating stare pierced through you making you freeze up.
“Come on, out with it- I don’t have all day,” he said, looking increasingly frustrated.
“I- uh-,” you stuttered again. Fuck it just say it. “I look at you too,” you mumbled, then quickly looked away to hide your increasing blush caused by your confession.
“Oh?” He exclaimed, a devilish grin speeding across his face. He sat back down next to you this time unusually close. “When?” He asked, leaning slightly forward to catch your gaze.
“What?” You answered back, turning to meet his eyes fully.
“When do you look at me?” He asked, and the roughness in his voice caused you to shiver.
You let out a nervous laugh, all the time you thought.
“In the dorms, in the common room. It’s pretty criminal for you to be hanging out in there with just your muscle T-shirt and sweats.” You said, trying to sound confident but the shakiness of your voice gave away how nervous you were.
Katsuki’s smirk grew even larger, “And what do you think about when you look at me?” He asked.
“What-," you exclaimed, feeling your whole body tense up. What exactly was he asking you?
“Do you ever want to touch me?” He asked.
You felt your whole mouth dry out, no words could come even if you knew what to say. Your mouth left slightly agape in shock at his bold questions.
“Do you ever want to fuck me? That’s what I think about when I look at you. The way you get so riled up during training and sparring matches. I bet you're really wild when you let loose, aren't you?" He spoke so low nearly a whisper, his husky voice making him almost inaudible. But you hung on to every word he said. Your thighs squished tighter together as he continued to speak, in this low volume meant just for you.
"You know it was criminal how you took down Uraraka, the way you straddled her. The boys talked about that for a while in the dorms.” He spoke, then paused watching how you trembled at his words. Your thighs clenched together as you bit at your bottom lip, still having nothing to say for yourself.
“I’m sorry, was that too honest? Too much information for you? Did I just destroy some of your innocence?” He said laughing. Damn, he thought to himself, he hadn't even laid a finger on you but you already looked so hot and bothered.
“Never mind, if you want to talk more you know where to find me,” he said with a cocky smirk knowing he already had you. He ran a finger under your chin as he got up to leave, leaving you alone on the stairs to process what the hell happened.
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carmenberzattosgf · 25 days
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OH MY GOD CARMY SMOKING WHILE YOU RIDE HIM walk with me…
maybe you’re at his place, or his office, and you’ve just been kinda needy all day. not to an ‘annoying’ extent, but carmen sees it because he knows you. so when he tugs his jeans and boxers down just enough for you, you pounce
he leans back in his couch/chair, pulling out a cigarette and lazily watches you go at it. maybe he’d tug your shirt up so he could ‘see his girls.’ his nonchalance just drives you fucking crazy and he lets you do it yourself, no matter how many times you whine for him to help because ‘you were fuckin’ gagging for it all day, who am i to interrupt, huh? jus’ keep fuckin’ me like that’
i don’t think he’d blow smoke in your face (intentionally) but if you find it hot he would. and once he’s done he puts out the cigarette, his lax grip on your thighs tightening as he starts snapping his hips against yours
Also includes this ask I got shortly after: Camry smoking a cig during sex has my mind going brrrrrrrrrrrrr. It's so lazy, too. just slow riding him while he lays back and watches. Maybe it's punishment for acting up???? You're just whining on his cock begging for him to help you cum.
I. YEAH. YOU GET IT. Time to expand on these thoughts. ( this ended up being 1670k words of filth)
You find yourself at Carmy’s apartment on his day off. Those don’t come around too often. You expected him to do something by now, but he hasn’t made a single move to get his hands on you. He kissed you when you came in, but that was about it.
You take matters into your own hands. Try to, at least. You are practically all over him, never leaving his side. When he’s standing at his kitchen counter that evening, pouring you a glass of wine, you quietly walk up behind him. Your arms wrap around his waist while you rest your forehead on the center of Carmy’s back. You let your hands gently slide over the taunt muscles of his stomach over his shirt as you speak.
“I’ve missed you, Bear. Missed your hugs. It feels like I’ve hardly seen you all week.” He sighs into your touch.
“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Carmy turns around to hand you the glass. “Work was extra crazy this week. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to see you.”
“It’s alright. I know it was out of your control…Maybe there’s a way you can make it up to me?” You flash him a look he knows full well.
A breathy chuckle leaves his lips. “Sweetheart, I’m exhausted. Can we just watch some tv?”
You don’t even attempt to hide the pout on your face as you settle next to him on the couch, leaning against him with his arm around you. Carmy put on a show he knows the both of you like.
You only keep your hands to yourself for one whole episode. Your movements start slow. At first you begin to trail your fingertips along his side. It’s not long before your hand slides up under the fabric of his white tee.
“Baby, what are you doing?” Carmen’s voice is smooth and calm. You lean up to press a kiss on his check, followed by a quick one to his neck.
“Oh. Nothing.”
“Let’s not play dumb now. I think you know better than that.” He leans back away from your body, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m going to let you try again. What are you doing?”
You fold instantly. “I need you, Carm. I really need you.”
“Yeah? Missed my cock, huh? Want it so bad that you don’t care about how tired I am?”
“No! No, that’s not it—“ you protest quickly.
“Fine.” Carmy begins to unbuckle his belt as he speaks. “But I’m not putting in any work.” He lowers his jeans and boxers just enough to free his dick.
Without a second thought, you stand up from the couch and pull down your pants and underwear. Once you straddle his hips, you reach down and pump his hard cock, spreading the precum over his length. Carmy takes in the sight of you as you gradually sink down onto him. Slowly, inch by inch.
Despite how many times you've been with Carmy, you still haven't gotten used to the stretch. In a position like this, it almost feels like he's in your stomach. Your eyelids squint shut while you take deep breaths and try to adjust. Though, at the sound of a lighter, your eyes pop right back open, staring down at Carmen with wide-eyes. A cigarette rests between his lips, having just been lit.
“W-what are you doing?” You’re expecting him to start guiding your hips, but he doesn’t. Carmy leans back against the couch, making himself comfortable. He lets his legs spread wide, forcing you to straddle higher up on his hips. The action presses his cock even deeper inside of you. He looks as though he’s having an evening cigarette, only difference is that you’re on top of him.
His tattooed fingers takes the cigarette from his mouth so he can blow out the smoke. Carmy turns his head to the side, blowing the smoke cloud away from you. The smell quickly fills up your nose. "I told you, l'm tired.” His voice is stoic. If it wasn’t for his cock pulsing inside of you, you wouldn’t think he’s turned on. “Go on and get yourself off. I'm going to enjoy my cigarette."
You start slow, grinding your hips on him. Your hands rest on his lower stomach for leverage as you rock against him. His abs are taunt and hard underneath your palms. The motion rubs your clit on his pelvis, causing a breathless moan to leave your throat.
Carmy remains still beneath you, watching you with lust-filled eyes. One of his hands rests on your thigh. His other hand tends to the cigarette in his mouth. He speaks up after a moment of letting you rock against him.
“Should have just let you sit on my thigh if all you’re going to do is grind on me. Thought you said you wanted my cock?” He waits for your response, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips to take a deep drag.
“I-I do—“ Carmy doesn’t let you finish your sentence, lightly blowing smoke into your face. He doesn’t miss the way you clench around him from the simple action, but he chooses not to tease you for it.
“Then fuck yourself on me. You’re a big girl. You can do it by yourself.”
You whimper pitifully. You want his strong arms to grab your hips and slam you down onto his cock, but that wasn’t going to happen. You rise up on your knees, letting his cock thrust almost entirely out of you. Your hips sink right back down onto him afterwards. The pleasure is unexplainable, sending electricity through your veins as he bottoms out.
You set a slow pace, not able to go as fast without Carmy’s help. His pupils are blown wide as he stares up at you, before his gaze moves downwards. He watches as his cock disappears inside of you with each slow thrust. You’re dripping, coating his dick with your arousal. The sight of his thick cock stretching you out hypnotizes him.
His lack of words and refusal to help is killing you. You need him to fuck you. Your thighs burn, growing tired from the repetitive movements. “C-carm. Need you to help. Please- please I need it.” You cry out.
“You were the one gagging for my cock all day. Why should I help? Just keep fucking me like this, yeah?” He’s nearing the end of his cigarette, only a couple more minutes of life left in it. You try your best to continue bouncing on him, but it’s getting more difficult by the minute.
“Carm— fuck!” You exclaim as his cock nudges against that spot deep inside you. Carmy ignores your cries. He takes his hand off of your thigh and tugs the material of your tank top up, exposing your tits.
“There we go. Now I can see my girls.” He still doesn’t go any further than that, letting his hand go back to resting on your thigh. Not even so much as rubbing a thumb over your breast. He goes back to watching you move, fighting the urge to hold your tits for you while you bounce.
The muscles in your legs begin to twitch, but not from being close to your high. Your legs are exhausted, and your pace shows it. You’re getting slower, not going as consistently.
Carmy reaches the end of his cigarette, taking one last long drag. He grabs your face with his hand. His thumb on your chin opens up your lips. Carmen exhales the smoke into your mouth, expecting you to inhale it. You do exactly that, letting the smoke fill up your lungs before blowing it out in the space between the two of you.
Now fully satisfied, Carmy reaches over to stub out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the side table. Without offering a single word, Carmy digs his hands into both of your thighs and starts slamming his hips into yours. Sounds of skin against skin echo against the walls.
“Shit! Fuck, Carmy—“ you moan, not even trying to control your volume. “I can— I can feel you in my stomach, shit—“ You take one of your hands and press beneath your navel, feeling his cock as it thrusts rapidly into your soaking cunt. “Feels so good, Carm.” You’re blabbering at this point, high on the feeling of him inside you. Your orgasm draws close fast.
“Yeah you needed me so bad that you couldn’t get off without me? Is that it? My little girl needed some help?”
“Yes—“
“Then what do you say?” Carmen is nearing his own high, too. His pace grows sloppy.
“T-thank you— fuck— thank you, Carmy.”
“There’s my respectful good girl. Just needed a little bit of punishment to get her back.” He detaches a hand from your thigh, moving it to your aching clit. He rubs tight fast circles on the bud with a calloused thumb. “Go on, baby. Cum for me. Soak my cock.”
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Euphoria floods through your veins as Carmy fucks you through it. You collapse into his body, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. The sounds of your moans and whimpers muffles in the skin of his neck. Your body shakes from pleasure.
Carmy removes his thumb from your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you. You had already been punished enough. His hand rests at the back of your head, cupping it gently. The gentleness of his hands starkly contrasts the way his hips sharply thrust into you.
“Atta girl. Just a bit more—“ he groans, offering you some praise. With a few more powerful thrusts of his hips, Carmy spills inside of you, filling you up with his cum. You both remain wordless in each others’ arms for a moment, trying to catch a breath. Carmy is the first to break the silence. “You happy now?” This time his voice has a hint of laugh to it.
“Mhm.” You kiss his neck. “Very happy. Thank you.”
“I think you know I’ll do anything you want at this point.” He laughs. “Now, can we go clean up and go to sleep? I’m even more exhausted now, baby.”
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“Hey Caleb.  You were in that bathroom for a while.  Big shit or were you giving it a tug?  Considering your swim trunks is showing no bulge whatsoever, I doubt you were enjoying your right hand.  Or do you use the left?  Me personally, I’m a lefty….
“Your dad and I were just talking by the pool.  I asked him how long he knew you were gay….  Oh I wish you could see the shocked look on your face.  So you haven’t told him.  He was shocked too.  He said you weren’t.  I told him that I’ve been around sperm burpers all my life and you were a classic pole rider.
“You haven’t said much.  Not one word of protest.  You are just trying to figure out what your next step is going to be.  Don’t worry, I love fucking with your dad.  He’s worked for me for ten years now.  He knows my sense of humor and just brush it off.  Besides he’s been drinking.  But I got enough out of him to convince me that you definitely gob the knob.
“You wanna swing on my dick, or not?  Here let me take it out for ya.  I can see by the lump forming in your shorts that you want it.  Am I right?...  Your dad likes to say that you are quiet and keep to yourself.  I can see that.  Just nod then.
“Ok, let’s do this then.  This guest room’s toilet serves as the overflow bathroom.  Someone will interrupt us.  Come with me.  My bedroom will offer us some more privacy.  Your dad already thinks you are off reading a book on your phone.  Nobody is going to miss me for a while….  It’s a large house.  When I bought it, I had an addition put on for my master suite….  When you enter my bedroom, lose the swim trunks.  Boys are to be naked at all times in my bedroom.
“Damn boy, you are rock hard.  So, were you jerking off or taking a dump in the toilet?...  Look, when it comes to sex, I cut to the point.  There’s no need to be coy.  I’m going to be fucking that pussy of yours, and I want to know if you are empty first.  Good.  Did you also give it a tug?...  Of course, you did. 
“Come here.  Point to the guy you were jerking off to….  You are at a construction company pool party where 80% of the men here work for me.  There are more muscles out there from hard work than a fag like you can take in.  Which one?...
“…Of course, you would go for Stan.  So you like big guys?  He’s six four and built like a brick shit house.  Have you talked to him?...  He can be a bit of an gruff asshole.  The guys call him Ox.  He has a dick to match.  Not the brightest guy, but damn he’s a hard worker and a brutal fucker.  Yeah, he’s tag teamed with me a couple of times.  He can fuck for hours.
“Come with me.  This closet door leads downstairs to my hidden playroom.  I had it specifically designed and loaded up for just about every kink my dick was interested in.  You’re what 20?  You probably don’t know about all these things.  I do know this: you are leaking up a storm. 
“Don’t touch yourself.  Let the leak flow.  Why don’t you have a look around?  I need to text a few of my guests to let them know that I had to step away for a bit.
“That’s a St. Andrew’s cross.  If you have an interest in being whipped, I’d be happy to oblige….  Didn’t think so. 
“Those are my four rim seats.  They are for eating ass.  Depending on my mood, they vary based on how secure the boy is underneath.  That last one secures the boy’s legs up so he can get fucked while he’s eating my shithole. 
“No. No.  Leave your dick alone.  I want you to leak….
“There.  All the appropriate texts have been sent.  Now, we’ll have some time to really have fun.  Come over there.  This is a fuck bench.  Simple.  Easy access both holes.  Climb up.  Knees go here; elbows here.
“Oh, you have a pretty cunt.  Nice….  Oh, you are not as tight as I thought you would be; my finger just slid in.  I take it you are not a virgin.  That’s fine.  I get it, a cunt needs to be fed.  You get fucked at college?...  Kinda figured. 
“Ever been tied up?...  No?  There’s always a first time. 
“Ok, so here’s the situation.  I’ve applied a small amount of lube to your cunt lips.  Your mouth, or rather your throat needs to put some slime on me.  I will probably go between your holes.
“I put a sludge plate under your dick to collect your pre-cum and when I eventually allow you, your cum.
“Open wide…. Oh fuck.  Your mouth feels good.  Oh shit, you know how to work your tongue.  You little faggot whore.  Oh man.  Fuck.
“I gotta try that cunt.  If it’s as good as your throat, boy…
“…Right to the root.  Right to the fucking root.  Wait.  What the fuck?...  Do that again….  Boy you are something.  I could just stand here, and you can squeeze my cock like that all day.  It feels like you are jerking me off with your hole.
“Where the fuck did you learn all this?  No twenty-year-old stumbles on how to treat a cock like you.  Who taught you?
“…Your math professor?  Damn, I never would have thought a math professor would have been so twisted. 
“Say faggot, you have a job?...  Living off your dad, hunh?  You probably go out looking for dick when he’s at work.  You fucking faggot whore.  How would you like to come work for me?  It’ll be in my main office.  It’s a tiny office, just me and my manager Dwight.  You’ll actually have office responsibilities in addition to servicing me and Dwight.  Yeah, he’s another guy that I work with that I play around with.  I employ four or five guys that also enjoy using faggots like you, although Dwight also uses bitches too.
“This is a serious offer.  Your dad doesn’t need to know anything other than you are working in my office.  I need to have these holes accessible.  You want to do that?...
“…Fuck yeah!  I’m getting close faggot.  Keep doing what you are doing.  Oh shit.  Oh shit!  Here it cums!  Shit yeah!
“You keep performing like this, and I’ll pay you what I do your dad.
“So, did the math professor teach you other kinks?…  Eating ass and piss drinking!  Hell yeah!  So you have been under a rim seat?...  No, he just sat on your face.  Did he tie you up, or get rough?...  He wanted to?  Boy, when a man wants to use you the way he wants you need to let him.
“Oh fuck, climb down.  And keep my load in you.  Here hop up on this fuck table.  I want to sample that tongue.  Legs go in the stirrups.  I will be securing your legs in them….  Wrists will be secure at your sides in these cuffs.
“You still in contact with the professor?...  Good.  I want to invite him over some weekend so we can use you all weekend long. 
“This table was designed for butt play as well as eating ass.  Your head goes here onto the head rest off the end.  I can lower the head rest and your head back so that opens your throat to a deep straight throat fuck, but I primarily use it by lifting it up like this to support your head when I straddle it like this.  Now your face is wedged in my ass, with me just standing here.  Get that tongue going.
“Oh fuck.  Fag, this will definitely be part of your office responsibilities.  Dwight will love it too.  As will Ox….
“Hey Ox….
“Faggot, I took the liberty of telling Ox to join us when I sent out those texts.
“Holy shit Ox, this is Murphy’s boy.  He’s a total cunt pig.  I just hired him to work for me in the main office.  Wait until you try his holes. 
“Shut up faggot!  This doesn’t concern you….  Get back to sticking your tongue into my shitter.
“He does this pulse thing with his cunt muscles.  You have to try it.  My load is still inside.
“Hey fagboy, you ever have a baseball bat in your cunt?...  No?...  Well it would have been practice for what’s about to be shoved into you.  You know that bulge you jerked off to is going in your twat.
“Scream in my ass.  Keep that tongue going in deep.  Oh fuck! 
“Look at how much he’s leaking.  Give it to him.  Hard.  He’s shaking.  Keep plowing….  Oh shit!  He’s fucking cumming.  Without his hands, that’s fucking amazing.
“Fag, I don’t care that you shot a huge load.  Ox takes a while to get going.  I’ll be right back.  Ron Owens needs to try you out. 
“Fag, while I’m gone, I want you to focus on the man you jerked off to—the man that is tearing up your cunt.  Here, let me undo your hands.  Run them over his chest.  Feel those muscles and that chest hair.
“Ox, don’t you dare cum before we get back.  Keep pile driving into him, and don’t let up, even if he begs.”
“Faggot, this is only the beginning….”
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12 weeks post-top surgery thoughts
most importantly, i’m absolutely fucking in love with how things look! it’s still not set in stone yet, my surgeon said i won’t really see the final result until up to a year after, but I’m so happy with it already.
my surgeon’s default timeline would’ve had me starting scar tape at 4 weeks, but i still haven’t started yet because some little scabs are still hanging around even though most of my scars are completely healed. my surgeon didn’t seem concerned about it taking longer than expected, she just said everyone’s body is different. given that i have a connective tissue disorder and skin that just hates being messed with at all, i’m not surprised that it’s been slow going and i’m just happy that the rest is healing so well. i just had another post-op today and was cleared to start using scar tape because the scabbing is so minimal at this point, so i can finally move on to the next stage of healing.
i can (mostly) lift my arms now! they still can’t quite go all the way up, but i have enough of my mobility back that the only things i really struggle with are super high shelves like the ones above my fridge, and things like the washer and dryer that i have to reach really far to get into. technically, i was supposed to wait six months before raising them because that’s what my surgeon usually recommends for aesthetic purposes, but i have to be able to raise them to do my job anyway so i’m not limiting myself beyond the natural limits of discomfort at this point.
my chest muscles are mostly back to normal too, but they’re still very sensitive. when i flex them, it doesn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable but i am a lot more aware of the feeling than i was before. they also still tire out more easily than they used to — i’m back at work now, and i’ve learned the hard way that i tend to favor one arm over the other for certain tasks because when i do any of them for too long, i start to feel it in that side of my chest. it’s not anything too bad, but i’m still making sure my shifts are spread out because i don’t want to risk overdoing it.
i’m getting used to touching my own chest, but being touched by other people still feels super weird and honestly uncomfortable at times, particularly when it’s my bare chest and not over my shirt. i’ve been touching it a lot to try to desensitize it since around week 3 or 4, and it seems to be working as far as my own touch, but other people is a whole other story — when my boyfriend is touching my bare chest and their hand touches the scars, it doesn’t actually hurt but i react to it like it does. i suspect it’s more of a mental thing than anything, that since i’m still instinctively protective of it and not quite used to how it feels, touches that i’m not in control of just automatically set off alarm bells. it’s also just a generally foreign feeling even without the weirdness of healing because my boyfriend never really touched my chest before surgery since i was dysphoric about it, so it seems to require desensitization on multiple levels. i’ve given them permission to keep touching it even when i flinch (unless i explicitly ask them to stop) because i want to make sure i start getting used to the feeling.
i’m also still very sensitive to pressure against my chest, especially the front of it. it’s getting easier to lie down on my side now but i’m still using my body pillow to take some pressure off of the scars under my armpits, because if i don’t i usually can only stay in that position for a little while. my boyfriend can mostly lay their head on my chest for short periods of time now, but the position matters because if the weight isn’t distributed evenly enough or if it’s on the wrong part of my chest, it hurts. that being said, less intense pressure on the front like a hug or holding something to my chest is pretty much fine, i’m just still more sensitive to it (as with everything). i’ve been able to lay face down on top of my boyfriend a couple times without discomfort too, but i’m still erring on the side of caution and not laying on my chest too much yet.
when i was around a month in and thought i would be starting scar care soon, i was really nervous about it — particularly about the scar massage — because of the state my chest was in. i still didn’t feel like i could press on it or move the skin around or pick it up with my fingers at all, and the scar tissue underneath was still really thick and firm. i assumed that all of that would stay the same until i did the massages to break down the scar tissue and loosen things up, but i can now confirm after another month and a half of doing nothing while things healed, my skin is naturally a lot more mobile and a lot of that really thick scar tissue has already broken down. obviously i’m still going to start massaging now because i want to give myself the best possible chance of healing well, but i wish i had known how much my chest would be able to bounce back on its own. in hindsight, i’m glad i ended up having to wait to start the massage instead of doing it back when my chest was much less healed, because i’m much more comfortable manipulating it now.
every once in a while, i’ll get sharp pains in my chest. they aren’t horribly painful, mostly just unpleasant. they feel a lot like the nerve zaps i was getting earlier in recovery so it might be another round of nerves reconnecting, but it also happens more often when i’m working so it’s hard to say if it’s nerves or over-exertion. either way, i always make sure to take it easy when i start to feel that, just in case it is a sign of me doing too much.
i typically almost never eat meat, but i chose to reintroduce it into my diet after surgery to get more protein, because i wanted to make sure my body had everything it needs to heal and protein is a huge part of that. now that i’m pretty much all healed skin-wise and just waiting for everything to settle, i’ve decided it’s time to go back to my usual diet of not-fully-vegetarian-but-pretty-damn-close. i’m sure the diet change wasn’t strictly necessary but i don’t regret doing it, though i am glad to be switching back now.
putting on shirts still hasn’t gotten old. seeing how they look over a flat chest honestly feels surreal, but in the best way. hugging people and being able to press all the way into it js also still such a great feeling. i’m far enough in now that i can do all of that stuff without worrying about it, but still early enough that it all feels really new and special, and i’ve been thoroughly enjoying that.
wearing a more genderfucky outfit out in public for the first time post-op was a fucking blast. my boyfriend and i went to a new year’s eve party, and getting to show off my chest through a sheer lace top and my facial hair alongside makeup was so much fun. it was the first time i’ve been able to go all out without the lingering feeling in the back of my mind that dressing up means inevitably being seen as a woman. i definitely didn’t look like a cis man to any of the people who saw me, but they could clearly tell i wasn’t a cis woman at the very least, and knowing that made me so much more confident.
i’m far enough away now from being in the trenches of early recovery that the reality of the fact that i got such a big surgery has started to fade. when i really think about the fact that my body went through all of that and about how hard early recovery was, it doesn’t quite feel real anymore. i’m starting to reach the point one of my friends told me about, where my chest being like this feels so normal that it’s just like “yeah, of course, it’s always been like this, right?” it’s wild, really, the difference a couple months can make — it wasn’t that long ago that i was exhausted and arguably depressed from the early recovery process, and now it all feels so normal that i have to remind myself it took all of that to get here. i never really doubted that it would be worth it in the end, but i’m still more sure of that now than i ever have been.
the last couple months have been a long road, but somehow they’ve also flown by. it’s given me so much appreciation for my body — its potential to transform and what it’s been able to withstand. i wouldn’t trade the experience for anything.
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pairing: academy!coriolanus snow x reader
warnings: nsfw (18+), sub! and possibly virgin!coryo, handjobs, edging/orgasm denial, degradation, name calling (reader calls coryo a slut) very mild dacryphilia, also v mild corruption kink, overstimulation, also reader gets coryo to taste his own cum idk what else to call it <3
a/n: thought abt calling coryo a slut and this happened <3 i have nothing else to say for myself
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“Slut.”
The word slipped from your lips, smooth like honey.
“What?” His eyes darted to yours. Your hand, nestled in his pants, slowed its movements, and his lips parted in a plea.
“You heard me, Coryo. I said you’re a slut.”
You didn’t miss the ragged breath of air that he exhaled, or the twitch of his cock as you stilled your hand entirely. He whimpered, red faced in shame.
Poor thing. Poor, desperate Coriolanus Snow.
“Who’d have thought? The academy’s brightest star, the golden pupil, putting out on the first date.”
His eyes squeezed closed. You hummed.
“What did we say about that? Eyes on me.”
He obliged.
“This is a date?” He breathed after a beat, brain playing catchup.
“It’s whatever you want it to be, handsome.”
Your hand moved faster as you saw him get more comfortable with the pace; you couldn’t be having that. Not when he’d started making a very vexing little habit of contradicting any point you made in rhetoric class, glancing over at you with a self-congratulatory grin that urged you to make him cry.
You'd asked him over to study, which he'd almost fallen for. Led him to your couch, made him believe you'd let him take whatever he wanted, then flipped the tables.
“That feel good? Is it too much?”
“Mm.” Was all you got out of him as you picked the pace up, thumb pushing over the tip.
“So wet for me, Coryo. Like a fucking girl.”
“Don’t-"
“Oh? So you want me to stop? Okay.”
Your hand stilled again, moving your hand as if to take it out of his pants.
“No. What? Don’t… don’t stop. Keep going.”
“You know, nobody’s gonna believe you’re as well-bred as you claim you are with manners like those.”
You'd overheard Highbottom's taunts once. Kept it to yourself, but made the occasional low blow of your own when he pissed you off. His eyes shone in an angry defiance. You stood your ground.
“Please.” He looked at the floor.
“Please what?”
“Please, keep going.”
You smiled.
“Good boy.”
When you spoke the words, he visibly relaxed, but a frown etched across his face when you wrapped your hand back around his cock, but didn’t move it. He looked down, then back at you.
“What?” You blinked innocently.
“You’re not… please. Don’t be fucking mean.” He repeated pathetically.
“I don’t know, Coryo. My hand’s getting a little tired.”
“Because you’ve been edging me for half an hour.” He gritted. You laughed, cruel.
“So dramatic. If you’re gonna be ungrateful like that, then fine. I won’t move a muscle.”
He sighed, ragged and heavy. He didn’t move.
“Don’t tell me you’re shy now. All I’m asking for is a little bit of effort. Fuck my hand, Coryo. You can do that, can’t you?”
His blue eyes bored into yours, but you weren’t falling for his tricks. Your free hand gently turned his chin to you, and you moved in, soft kisses peppering his jaw.
You squeezed the base of his cock a little, enough to make him pull in a sharp breath.
“Move.” you commanded, voice no louder than a whisper, but harsh.
He obliged. Slowly, at first, shame all too clear on his face, but he noticed the look on your face when you glanced down to see his hips rocking up, fucking into your fist under his pants, and lost himself a little more.
He saw the way your legs pressed together sat next to him, hips shifting uncomfortably as he found a rhythm, and lifted his hand to touch your thigh. You batted it away.
“No touching.” you scolded.
“But…” he trailed off, eyes longing.
How cute.
“No buts, either. Are you close?”
He nodded. Shame slowly starting to melt away.
“Good. You can move faster, Coryo. Can you make yourself cum like this?”
He moved faster, and let out a half-laugh, more like a strung-out sigh. As if to say, are you kidding?
“Does that feel good? Use your words, baby.”
You felt him twitch again, wet sounds filling the room as he moved, a cruel satisfaction filling your head.
“Yeah. It feels... fuck.”
“Look at you,” You mused, “Fucking my hand like a desperate slut. You’re this close and I’m not even doing anything.”
This time, when you said the word, he whined. He sounded delirious, and you soaked it up, basked in it. Hungry for more.
He was getting desperate now, needy and careless. Rutting into your hand like a fucking virgin.
You wondered if he was, and it made your torturing him all the sweeter. You let your mind wander, thinking about all the things you could introduce him to. So perfect, so clean cut. You wanted him frayed at the edges, torn at the seams, coming undone for you.
He got loud, whimpers building into cries as you started to move your hand again, tight and mean, brushing over the tip carelessly rough, desperate to see him fall apart. His words were broken and ragged.
“That’s… shit. I think I - can I? Please. I’m-”
He cut himself off, mouth falling open, eyes slipping shut in bliss. You could feel how close he was, hard and heavy in your hand. When his hips gave in, stuttering and tired, you sped up your motions, eyes never leaving his pretty face as he started to crack.
“Cum for me, Coryo. You’ve earned it.”
When he fell, he fell to pieces. You memorised each broken sound he made, every whine and gasp, knowing they’d be replaying in your head for a very long time to come. He came hot and sticky into your palm, and you kept your hand moving until he was trembling from it, until he winced.
You looked back at his face, eyes still shut, and a single tear had slid down his cheek. You pressed a gentle kiss to his open lips, and another to his cheek, tongue dipping out reflexively to trace the tear stain, salty in your mouth but sweet like satisfaction.
He was still catching his breath, and you shifted your hand out of his pants, smirking to yourself as he hissed a little.
You lifted it to his face, your clean hand holding his chin, and the other one bringing two dripping fingers to his perfect, parted lips.
“Now suck.”
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a/n: idk WHO to tag since this is my first coryo fic i’ve posted since attention?? and my tag list is just for attention rn? think i need to do a few separate ones, we’ll figure something out. as always feedback keeps my world spinning around. ily 🤍🤍
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PLEASE write a fic of sub chris and the reader edges him until he’s crying & begging
beg
chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: nsfw (don’t read if not comfortable), literally no plot just straight smut, 69, squirting, p in v, sub! chris
a/n: sub. chris. 😵‍💫
also yeah it’s just straight smut, like it just goes straight into it lmao, hope ya like <333
“fuckkkk” chris moaned as he pounded up into my pussy. “gonna cum, baby” he whispered into my ear.
“wait.” i told him, wanting to cum with him.
he gasped, “fuck, can’t hold it baby. please please let me cum” his dick started to twitch.
“no, chris. be a good boy and wait”
“b-baby, baby, i can’t, i ca- FUCKK” he yelled out, cutting himself off as he shot his load into me. i raised myself off of him immediately.
“now you don’t want to listen?” i ask as i turn myself around, back facing him.
his eyebrows furrow, “i’m sorry baby, felt so good”
i place my legs on either side of him and stick up my ass, my pussy right in front of his face.
“eat me out like the little slut you are” without a word, he shoved his face in my pussy, licking up and down.
“mmmm nice to know you can follow instructions” i said as i leaned forward, taking his dick in my mouth.
“oh my- mmmmm” he moaned into my pussy.
“ughhhhhhhh” we continued to moan into each other, adding to each other’s pleasure with each new vibration.
his hips jolt upwards, pushing himself deeper into my mouth.
he pulled his head away from me, throwing it backwards in pleasure “holy fucking- FUCK, so gooddddd”
i take my mouth off of him “did i tell you to fucking stop?”
“sorry, sorry baby. so good” he said as he focused on my clit this time, sucking and groaning into it.
i continued to bob my head on his cock quickly, feeling his veins as my tongue ran across them.
he added a finger into me while sucking on my clit. he let out a particularly long moan, sending me over the edge.
“mmmm fuckkkk, chris i’m cumming, i’m cumming” he continued to finger me through my high.
once i finished, i took him in my mouth again and hollowed my cheeks.
“jeez, ma” he moaned. his hands grabbed my ass, caressing it as i continued to suck him off.
his hips started to shake, as his cock twitched. “g-gonna cum, baby” right before he was able to finish, i took my mouth off of him.
“hmmmmmm” he whined. “why’d you stop?” i turned around to face him.
“well you just had to come so bad the first time, right? hope it was worth it, cause you won’t be doing that again tonight”
his eyes widened, “wait, what?”
“you heard me. gotta teach you some god damn self control”
“ok, but wait-“
“you know your safeword?” i asked.
his mouth hung open, nodding his head.
“good.”
i grabbed his dick, making him yell out “SHIT” as his hips jerked forward.
i began to pump him quickly, making him start to whine “hmmmmmmmmmmmm fuck fuck fuck”
his breathing became heavy and his eyes squeezed shut. “yes yes yes”
i continue to stroke his sensitive cock, building up his pleasure.
once he’s almost at the edge, i stop.
“no no no no, please please” he whines.
“aww baby, wanna cum?” i ask, looking down at him. he nods his head rapidly, seeming to gain hope.
“too fucking bad” i said. “maybe next time you’ll listen when i tell you to wait”.
i sat on his lap, right below his dick.
i took him in my hand, squeezing the tip. “f-fuck” i watched as he shuddered.
i rubbed his dick between my folds, but didn’t put it in.
“shit baby, ughhhh” he whined as i continued to rub him on me.
“yes baby, feel so fucking good against me” i moaned.
i rubbed my fingers against his tip, continuing to move him against me.
“mgh- ughhhhhhhhh” he continued to whine and groan.
i watched as his ab muscles began to tighten, and he started to twitch, indicating his oncoming orgasm.
i quickly let go of him, rubbing myself with my fingers instead.
“don’t even think about fucking touching yourself” i said. he whined in response.
“pleaseeeee please, baby”
i ignored his pleas, watching him breathe heavily and attempt to contain himself.
“shit chris” i said as i rubbed my clit, increasing my speed.
he groaned in response.
his hands started to rub my thighs, “can i touch you? please, ma?”
“go ahead, baby” with lightening speed, he thrusted his finger in me.
“FUCK, CHRIS! OH MY GOSH” i screamed, his speed taking me by surprise.
between the stimulation to my clit and his fingers practically vibrating in me, i was in a state of pure bliss. my juices shot out of me, directly onto chris’s cock.
“hmph- fuckkkkk, baby” if i didn’t know any better i would’ve thought he came untouched with the way he whimpered.
i grabbed the tip of his dick, making him cry out. i focused just on the tip, as i moved the palm of my hand around it in circular motions.
“s-shit, fuck, fuck, fuckkkk” “pl-hmmmmm- please, please, please” he continued to whine, his hips bucking up uncontrollably.
his ab muscles began to clench again, his legs shaking.
he tried to close his legs, overwhelmed by the sensitivity.
i moved my hands away, using them to hold his legs open, and leaned forward. i placed my tongue on his tip, just licking once every few seconds. i continued to tease him, not giving him what he wanted.
“fuck, baby, you can’t- ngh- pleaseeeee please please please” tears started to stream from his eyes, as i used the sensitivity of his tip to my advantage.
“baby, please” his voice cracked. his hair was drenched in sweat, his face red and tear-stained. i then hovered over him before sinking down onto his cock. “let’s try this again.”
“holy-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence as his mouth hung open.
i leaned back, holding onto his thighs as i rolled my hips into his.
“ohhhhh” he groaned.
“make me cum and i’ll think about letting you” i said to him, continuing my movements. as soon as those words left my mouth, he began to push his hips up into mine.
“yes yes yes chris, fuckkkkk” i yelled out.
“mmmmmmm ohhhhhhh” he began to whine again, already so close to finishing. “i swear to god, chris you’re not coming until i do”
with that he wrapped his hands around my waist and fucked up into me like his life depended on it.
“shit! yesss, chris! oh my GOD! fuck, just like that”
he whimpered as more tears began to stream down his eyes.
“i-we-jus-y-fe-s-ti-ughhhhhh” he wasn’t even forming comprehensible words as he continued to pound into me, squeezing his arms around me.
he then took one of my boobs in his mouth, licking and sucking feverishly.
“mmmmm so good, chris. feels so fucking good”
his legs start shaking and twitching as he holds his orgasm back. his shaking creates even more friction, sending me over the edge. “fuckkk, chris! i’m cumming”
his pace never lets up, helping me ride through my high.
“you wanna cum? fucking beg.” he didn’t waste a second.
“pleaseeee, please, please let me cum baby. please, fuck, need it so so bad. need it, please.” the tears kept flowing, as he continued to twitch.
“go ahead, baby. let go” when he released, his hips jerked up, giving a thrust so deep i swear i felt him in my stomach.
we both screamed out, it taking us both by surprise as he fucked his cum into me. the thick strings of cum continued to flow out of him, as he twitched and whimpered.
once he finished, his body continued to be ravished by aftershocks, making him jolt every few seconds.
“see? was that so hard?” i asked.
“yes.” i pinched his nipple.
“FUCK, ok sorry!”
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happy new year loves <333
starting the year off with sub!chris is the only correct answer
hope y’all enjoy :)
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