#I started like every once in a while casually rubbing his hip

[preciouslittlefawnie]

Purring so loud

#my boy be a lil sensitive sometimes so last night we were cuddling #and I was big spoon and slid my hand to his hip #and he made a lil surprise noise and shifted so I pulled away and apologized #and in the cutest lil voice he was all no no you’re fine I just got flustered #fuckin neuron activation #I started like every once in a while casually rubbing his hip #/upper outer thigh and kissing his neck and aaaa the lil noises #the fact humans can’t purr(naturally) is so fucked up bc a bitch’s motor would be GOIN #it also makes him grind against me when we’re facing each other and hoooooo boy #I will not overuse this(I am lying)

[simhrt]

omg please write something like jungwon fingering you for the first time and you're really tight and virgin but so desperate for him that you decided to ask him while looking on his hands and jungwon also wonders how it is to finger a girl

jungwon shook his head in disbelief, not being able to comprehend the words that came out of your mouth.

“you heard me.” you said, putting your phone to the side.

“but y/n, all of a sudden?” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

you had been dating for 4 months and were each other’s firsts. there was no rush as such to get physical but you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him absolutely ruining you till you couldn’t walk. something about today just felt, desperate. maybe it was his clothes, his hair, his oversized tshirt, his smell or just, him. or maybe it was you.

you had been staring at his fingers for way too long before you made a request to him to finger you, even though they were just tapping the keys on his phone or running through his hair. you moved closer to him. “baby, i need you. i need you so fucking bad.”

he smiled at your impatience and cuteness. “do you really want me to be your first?” he asked, nibbling on his lower lip. you kissed him, filling the air with passion and lust. it was eager and hungry. you could feel his lips struggling to match your fast pace.

you pulled back. “how’s that for an answer?”

he giggled and kissed you again, a bit slower but with the same intensity. he held your waist and pulled you closer to him, rubbing his hands up and down. you cupped his face with both your hands. “jungwon-” you said as you caught your breath. “please finger me, please?”

he smirked to himself. seeing you beg turned him on beyond measure. you could see his huge bulge poking from his grey sweats. he attacked your neck with kisses and licks, casually biting it here and there. you groaned and rubbed your palm on his neck.

his lips found yours again as he laid you down on the bed with him on the side. you arched your back as you felt him rub circles on your waistline. he was hesitant to go under your shirt.

you took his hands and guided him to your boobs. you gasped softly at the contact of your hard nipples with his soft fingers. he grabbed your boobs softly and continued kissing you hungrily. he rubbed your nipples sideways with his thumb and you whimpered with each touch.

you were growing impatient since you’ve wanted this for so long. along with it, you were nervous too, and so was jungwon. he was kissing you every now and then to give you the reassurance you needed. you felt as ease. still kissing him, you grabbed his hands and put them near your clothed pussy. he traced along the lines of your folds as you groaned into the kiss. he pulled back, looking deep into your eyes, as if to ask you if he could put his hand underneath. you gave a little nod, followed by him taking your shorts off with a single pull of his hand, exposing your wet cunt to the air and his fingers.

you gulped quietly as his warm fingers rubbed on your clit slowly, making you groan softly. he rubbed up and down on your folds, smirking to himself at your wetness for him. you moved your hips to match his steady rhythm and he let you. you spread your legs apart, signalling him to insert his finger in you. he maintained eye contact with you as his finger searched for your hole. he chuckled softly as he struggled to find it, making you smile. “sorry love, my first time too.” once he found it, slowly and steadily, he started putting it in. you moaned at the feeling of fullness and tightness, even though he just had half a finger in. he gasped softly. “you’re so tight baby. is it okay for me to move?” he asked as he kissed your forehead.

you adjusted yourself, getting more comfortable. you replied after a few seconds. “okay, i think you can move.” with the confirmation, he pushed his entire long and slender finger in your hole. “fuck..” he muttered under his breath at the feeling of your tight walls on his bony finger. it hurt a bit, since he was all the way in. he moved at a slow pace, pushing his finger in and out of you. he kissed your parted lips, inserting his tongue in your mouth as his finger fucked your pussy. you moaned into his mouth as you struggled to suck on his tongue. you yourself didn’t know how vocal you could get during all this, it was a surprise to both you and him.

you arched your back. he took his finger out and in a swift motion, inserted it back in, hitting your g-spot instantly. “jung-jungwon fuck..” you moaned at the feeling. the tip of his finger rubbed your g-spot repeatedly as you moaned and whimpered. your own fingers reached your clit to rub it in order for you to add more to your approaching orgasm.

his finger curled up inside you, hitting your g-spot over and over again as you clenched your thighs in pleasure, moaning his name continuously. “fuck you’re making me feel so-” unable to finish your own sentence, you moaned loudly as he increased his pace, filling the entire room with the sounds of your wet pussy and moans. “you have no idea how long i’ve waited for this.” he said as he smirked, making you clench your thighs together.

you rubbed your clit at a fast pace and whimpered as you grabbed a fistful of his hair. “come for me baby..” he said in a raspy voice which made you moan loudly as your juices flowed out of you, as if it was on command. he took his finger out to find it drenched in your wetness and cum. he put it in his mouth and sucked it clean as he threw his head back, rolling his eyes. “so fucking delicious baby. you’ve got me addicted to your taste. i’m gonna need us to do this more now.”

#enhypen #enhypen hard hours #jungwon hard hours #enhypen smut #jungwon #jungwon smut #enhypen hard thoughts #jungwon hard thoughts #yang jungwon #jungwon imagines

[xuchiya]

cyber sex [k. hongjoong]

₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

₊˚.༄ I wanna get freaky on camera I love when we get freaky on camera ₊˚.༄

it was those times you earned something after working hard; not those times where you had a long day or done a lot on your to-do list, more than what you wrote down.

after a long time at your office, long hand striking on 11 indicating close to midnight. you toss your bag on your bed, unclamping your hair free, shaking to loosen the tangled hair as you settle down on your computer chair.

"looks like february filth fest is starting ..." you smirk as you scroll down your feed to see posts of different users. you giggle, looking at the video of lip syncing yet sensual, touching their bare parts. then suddenly a thought of your boyfriend who was across the globe for his runaway party.

your smirk got bigger as you stood up rushing towards your wardrobe to pull out his favorite lingerie that he bought on your birthday.

after placing them, you apply a little makeup to emphasize your lips and eyes until you open the camera of your laptop, setting your phone to the side to record your reflection from the laptop.

(adding a little red light in the background.)

the music starts and so do your hands, mouthing those lyrics that you were meaning to tell them to hongjoong for a while. your fingers hook themselves on the strap of your bra; slowly dropping them.

your cleavage was very prominent when you squished them with your arms; give it a little shake, hands on them before mouthing the words, "i wanna get freaky on camera .." then you remove your bra, exposing your breast on the camera.

"i love when we get freaky on camera ..." you grope your boobs, while looking at the camera as if looking straight at hongjoong. running your hands around your chest then letting them crawl up on your neck. after feeling satisfied with your performance, you sent the video to him.

hongjoong almost drop his phone at the event; adding to the fact his heart soar when you casually jiggle your chest just like that. his eyes following every move of your hands, your chest glistening with your makeup highlights. his pants were once comfortable to be in, free and soft but now, it was as if those thoughts were just mere words form in his head when he saw you getting sensual.

"i see you have been ... busy, baby." you bit your lip, one hand running down your folds while the other pinching your erected nipples, position in front of your laptop camera. facetime with hongjoong.

you whimper, "i miss you that's why ..." arousal leaking out of you as hongjoong position his phone, lowered just above his hips; his whole upper body can still be seen. his dick can be seen pressing uncomfortably inside his dress pants.

"yeah? you do? spread those legs baby." you place both of your legs each on the armrest of your chair; exposing yourself more on the camera. you can hear hongjoong groaning, "fuck i can't wait to get home. and taste that pussy."

"oh hongjoong~" your fingers rub shamelessly on your sensitive buds, rapidly caressing them. hongjoong palm his hard; jerking them on his pants before undoing his belt then his zipper.

when hongjoong knew he can't hide his erection; mostly on the thousands of paparazzi, he has to go. and now he's back inside his hotel room, aroused by your intimacy.

"spread those lips for me." two fingers spread your folds open, hearing honjoong hiss made you aroused and turn on even more. he loves it when you do that, all stretching out just for him.

honjoong had his dick in his hand jerking it as he watches you messes yourself with the dildo you bought for yourself. he had love to see you fall apart on the silicon, yet he knew how you go dumb underneath him when it's his dick ramming inside.

"faster~ yeah that's it." you swiftly entered the dildo in and out of your hole, squelching sounds every time it comes back in. your hips jerking everytime the tip hits your pelvis, making your eyes rolled at the back of your head in pleasure; thinking that the one hitting those spot where hongjoong.

hongjoong groans, breath hitching in his throat when he hears your cries— whimpers he know so much. his throat erupted in dark chuckles, “are you gonna cum? But i want to see you squirt. Squirt those juices on my dick, come on baby.”

  Your body jerks at the amount of pleasure, yelping as you arch your back; hand continuing to abuse your pussy-hole with the dildo. You felt that familiar coil in your stomach, making you bit your lip, “oh hongjoong~ i’m cumming fuck fuck!”

  As expected in hongjoong, he stare as your cunt spurt out juices, a long string of “fuck” left your lips as you used the dildo to grind on your pulsing pussy. your body relaxes after a minute before you chuckle, “did i do great?”

  hongjoong nodded, still had his hard on his palm, your tongue glaze on those veiny cock of his. He may be towered by his members but that monster underneath those clothes says otherwise.

    “Yes baby but i haven’ cum yet … can you help me?” you nodded, sitting properly this time. You know how to get him done, he loves when you ruin and ride the dildo like how you ruin and ride him. 

   Placing the dildo flat on the seat, you turn around so your back is exposed to him as you ride the dildo. Sitting on your knees, you sheathed yourself down, gripping the backrest tightly; you were still sensitive from your first orgasm.

  You slowly bounce yourself on the dildo, turning your head over your shoulders, “so good hongjoong~fucking me this good.” hongjoong’s threw back as his hand speed up, mouth agape. Broken whimpers left his lips when he can feel the coil knotting.

he loves when you talk dirty whenever you were riding him. it always had his head on the clouds.

"fuck baby you're so hot riding that--shit i'm gonna cum baby!" hongjoong panted, eyes watching as you pick up your pace.

   His last straw was when he saw you jerk up, pulling out the dildo then another gush of your juices spurts out of your pussy, again “fuck baby~!” Hot loads of his cum covered his hand including his dress pants but he didn’t give one fuck about it. His chest rose watching you clean up, a smirk on his lips, “i’ll see you tomorrow baby.”

   You blew him a kiss not before throwing your lingerie on the camera before ending the call.

taglist: @vantediary

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez hard thoughts #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #ateez fanfic #hongjoong ateez #hongjoong x reader #ateez hongjoong #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #kim hongjoong x reader #kim hongjoong smut #hongjoong smut #ateez au

[badbtssmut]

Themes: having sex in front of the members, maknae line fucking mc, hyung line watching, free use mc, poly sexual relationship, mc loving it, riding, anal, double penetration, casual/not weird to have sex in front of others vibe, breastplay and breast sucking, rubbing off

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You were such a lucky girl to live with seven guys who loved sex as much as you do.

You and the boys were watching a movie tonight, you were on Jungkook’s lap while Jimin was sitting next to him and Yoongi was in front of you. Taehyung was on the other sofa with Namjoon and Hoseok. Seokjin was still in the kitchen cooking dinner for all of you, but he had come out to say chat and keep up with the movie every once in a while too.

It was Friday night, so it wasn't like anyone had anything better to be doing than staying home and watching movies.

A shiver ran through your body as you lowered yourself on Jungkook’s cock, moaning softly as he began to thrust inside of you. "I love being fucked," You breathed, arching your back. "So good, Kookie.”

"Yeah?" Jungkook murmured, kissing your neck. He gripped your waist tightly as he rocked his hips into yours, sliding himself deeper into your wet pussy.

"Mm." You moaned again, biting down on your bottom lip. His cock felt so good against your walls and you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and let the pleasure take over.

The protagonist shrieked as she came eye to eye with the monster that had been torturing her friend, and all of you tensed you as the movie became more scary.

Except, instead of getting scared, you were very turned on and Jungkook's rough movements only intensified that. Jimin’s hand rested on top of your thigh before he lightly squeezed into it, and you smiled at him as you continued bouncing on Jungkook. It felt so good to have someone else touching you when you were fucking Jungkook, it made you feel even hotter and hornier.

“Is he fucking you good?” Yoongi asked from the couch, voice hushed and low.

“Yes.” You moaned. "He is."

"I bet he is," Jimin said. "You look like you’re enjoying it." He commented with a chuckle, before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours.

Your heart started to race, and you moaned against his mouth as he kissed you. The kiss went on for several seconds as you continued to ride Jungkook. Your legs shook slightly as Jimin pulled away from your lips, and you let out a shaky breath.

Your hand traveled over Jimin’s thigh, until you reached his crotch. You pressed your hand against his bulge, and noticed he was already getting hard.

"Wanna join us?" You whispered, letting your hand slip between Jimin’s thighs.

“Yes.” Jimin groaned. "Fuck yes.”

His words excited you even more, and you moved your fingers along his shaft. You could tell by the way his breathing grew heavier and his face flushed that he was just as aroused as you were. He pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, revealing his erection. He was thick, and smooth, and your fingers wrapped around his cock as you started rubbing him.

Jimin let out soft, needy whimpers, which you loved, hearing how much he needed you. His hand slipped under your shirt, and he fondled your breasts as you continued jerking him off.

Jungkook grunted loudly then, and you looked over at him. He looked so happy, and his eyes were closed, his head tilted back as he fucked into your tight body.

“Look at you, does it feel good?” Namjoon suddenly appeared next to you, his hands sliding across your shoulders as he lovingly massaged you.

“Yes, it feels amazing.” You moaned, letting your head fall back as Namjoon continued to touch you.

His hands slid down your sides, before he gripped onto your shirt and pulled it over your head, revealing your nude body. He grinned, taking a moment to admire you before his eyes landed on Jungkook. “Good job, kookie. You’re really grown now, huh?” He ruffled his hair before he stepped away and walked back to the couch.

“I want your cock in my mouth.” You told Jimin.

Jimin smirked. "Okay." He stood up, and then allowed his sweatpants to drop down his knees, the others not really caring, before he led positioned himself in front of you. He pushed his way inside your mouth, and you moaned around his cock.

"She's good at this." Namjoon praised you.

“Isn’t she?” Yoongi agreed.

Your head bobbed back and forth, sucking Jimin off as he rocked his hips into your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat, and he grabbed onto your cheeks as he thrust his cock into your mouth.

“Let Jimin fuck her too, Jungkook. You had her for way too long.” Namjoon suggested, and Jungkook growled, but didn't protest. He eased himself down on the couch and lifted you off of him.

Jimin got on the sofa and laid down, grabbing onto your hips as he began pumping his dick into your ass. He was big, and hot, and filled you up wonderfully. You moaned, resting your head back against his shoulders, as he pounded you harder. His pelvis slapped against your own, and each time he slammed forward, you felt his cock hit deep within you, making you whimper.

“Yes, babygirl, my cock feels so tight in your ass.” Jimin rasped, gripping onto your hips tightly.

“Ugh...mmn..." You moaned, unable to breathe. Your ass stung, but it was also so good, the way he stretched you out and made your insides burn with pleasure.

Jungkook pleased himself as he watched you get fucked by Jimin. His gaze was heavy, and he looked almost dazed. He stroked himself slowly, and you could see his hand shake.

Taehyung stood from the sofa and plopped himself down on the sofa you and Jimin were fucking on. He leaned against the armrests, watching as Jimin fucked you. His eyes wandered, stopping occasionally to admire your tits. When his eyes finally landed on you, he licked his lips. Watching his best friend fuck you turned him on, and he couldn't help himself. He pulled his boxers down, and his cock sprung free, throbbing and hard. Taehyung then scooted closer to the two of you, and he positioned himself above you.

"Fuck, I need you too." You whispered, watching as Taehyung prepared you by sliding his tip over your folds. His cock nudged against your entrance, and he rubbed the head around your slick opening, making your hips buck.

“Fuck!” You gasped, feeling him stretching your inner walls as he pushed himself into you inch by inch. His cock was big, and it took a lot of effort to allow his length inside of you, but eventually he was buried to the hilt. You panted, shuddering at how stuffed you felt.

“Mm, I can feel how tight you are.” Taehyung groaned, rocking his hips back and forth as he fucked you.

Jungkook now joined by your side, kissing your left breast as his hand cupped your other. You moaned as you enjoyed their attention, your muscles tightening around both men as they began to move. They bounced against you with each thrust, riding your body back and forth as they pleasured themselves.

Jungkook wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking on it gently as he played with your breasts, and you rewarded him by stroking his cock as he sucked on your breast, his eyes closed as he visibly relaxed, lost in the moment as he just enjoyed you.

Taehyung sped up his pace, and you bit your bottom lip. You loved having two cocks inside of you at once, and it felt so good knowing that you were pleasing them both, and could still please Jungkook as you simply laid there getting fucked. Their moans echoed off the walls as they fucked you, with the tv sounds still blaring in the background.

“So beautiful.” Hoseok whistled, his arms resting on the backrest as he watched you get fucked. In his hand, he held his phone, snapping some videos of you to keep.

You felt a tear run down your cheek as the pleasure was becoming almost too good to handle. You lifted your head and looked over at Hoseok, who smiled back at you. He leaned in and kissed you tenderly, and you soon felt the warmth of his tongue in your mouth, tangling with yours. The kiss lasted for several seconds before he pulled away and leaned back.

Seokjin now walked out of the kitchen, holding a spoon and making his way towards you. He sat down on the edge of the sofa, and watched as the two men kept fucking you.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Seokjin asked, smiling sweetly.

You nodded.

“You look like you’re having a lot of fun.” He leaned in and kissed you on the forehead, before bringing the spoon to your mouth. You opened wide, allowing him to feed you, and he slid the spoonful of sauce into your mouth.

“What do you think? Does it taste good?” Seokjin asked, pulling the spoon back.

You hummed, “Yes, it’s good..” You shivered as you felt Jungkook’s tongue flicking against your nipple as he kneaded your other breast rougher. You moaned, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the sensation.

Content with your answer, the chef of the home returned to the kitchen. “Dinner is done in ten minutes.” He called out.

Jimin groaned. "No, we're not ready yet." He could feel himself get closer to his limit.

Yoongi chuckled. "Take your time. We'll eat later if we need to, or she can have her dinner while getting fucked.”

Your body melted when you felt Taehyung and Jimin change their rhythm; Taehyung sliding in when Jimin slid out, and vice versa, and they slowed down their pace, making you feel every inch of their cocks. Your legs shook and trembled, and you could feel your orgasm approaching.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop…” You whispered, your eyes rolling back as your head fell back on Jimin's shoulder, your mouth unable to shut as drool dripped down your chin.

Both men kept moving, one pumping his dick into your pussy and the other into your ass, and they did so until your body tensed up, and your toes curled.

“She loves it so much.” Taehyung said with gritted teeth as he tried to hold himself back from cumming.

“We love it too, baby.” Jimin moaned softly.

You squeezed your eyes tight, the room starting to spin around you. You could only take so much, and your body couldn't handle it anymore. But you didn’t wanted to stop. You wanted to be fucked to your limits, and then some.

Your eyes shot open when you felt someone pressing against your clit. It was Yoongi, and you moaned as he teased your sensitive nub. He rubbed his thumb over your clit, before he worked his fingers between your legs. He then slid a finger into you, and you moaned louder as he began to stroke your g-spot.

Everyone was gathered around you, even Seokjin. The older boys were staring at you, circling around you, while the younger two were fucking you and the youngest finally came at how hard you started to squeeze his cock from the pleasure you were feeling.

Having all eyes on you, was so… unbelievably hot. You could barely stand it. And when Yoongi pushed two fingers inside of you and began to fuck you with them, you screamed; Yoongi’s fingers, Jimin stretching you, Taehyung pounding into you, and Jungkook kneading both your breasts was pushing you over the edge.

Your moans turned louder and shorter as you arched your back. Your hands clenched the cushion, and your nails dug into it as you cried out. You could feel your release coming, and you fought it the whole time. A tint of red flushed your face as tears built up in your eyes.

“Good girl…” You felt Seokjin’s fingers caress your face. “There you go, that’s right, go ahead and cum, you look amazing, mm, so hot.” He whispered, a smile on his face. While he did so, you felt an encouraging pat on your shoulder from Namjoon.

Then it happened.

You came so hard.

It was like a light switch had been flipped, and suddenly you went from being at your peak to being completely drained. Your muscles tightened up, and your body spasmed. The room around you faded, your mind blank, and everything became white.

Just as quickly as you came, you were brought back to reality as you collapsed onto the sofa. You laid there panting heavily, relishing in how good it felt. You were exhausted, but you didn't want to sleep. Not yet, you wanted to stay awake and enjoy the post-orgasmic high you were on.

After a few minutes, you opened your eyes again. You saw everyone was still there, watching you.

“So fucking hot.” Yoongi whispered.

“Isn’t she?” Namjoon agreed.

“Alright, let’s eat.” Seokjin clapped his hand together. “Jungkook, Jimin, set the table.“ He ordered them. “Get y/n her robe.” He called out to whoever felt like it.

You joined the guys at the dining table a few minutes later, laughing at their stories and chatting the night away.

#bts #bts smut #bts fic #Jungkook smut #Jimin smut #Taehyung smut #Namjoon smut #Seokjin smut #Yoongi smut #Hoseok smut #bts poly au #bts poly smut #bts x reader #bts x female reader

[writingdumpster]

an idea

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering, oral sex mention, fisting, squirting, praise kink

summary: eddie tells you he wants to fist you. pure porn.

word count: 2,150

Eddie had been eating you out enthusiastically for the last twenty minutes, pushing you into your first orgasm of the night. He leaned back onto his knees as you evened out your breath, enjoying the sight of your twitching body. Eddie ran his hand along the outside of your calf, his fingertips faintly drawing lines along your soft skin.

“I have an idea,” Eddie said. You laughed.

“Uh oh,” you joked. He grinned. “What is it?” You asked.

“Promise you won’t think I’m crazy?” He requested.

“Eddie, you are crazy,” you teased him. He smiled bashfully. “C’mon, tell me,” you pushed.

“I thought maybe you could let me…fist you,” Eddie said, a red blush spreading across his cheeks the moment he said it. You thought for a moment.

“Have you ever done it with someone else?” You asked. Eddie shook his head.

“No, I’ve never told anyone I wanted to before,” he confessed. You smiled warmly. The two of you had started out as a casual hook up, but for the last month the two of you had been growing more and more romantic with one another. You were pleased that Eddie felt comfortable enough to share his fantasies with you.

“You saw it in a porn then?” You asked. Eddie blushed.

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“Did it look like it hurt the girl?” You asked. Eddie shook his head.

“No, she was…enjoying herself,” Eddie said with a smirk. You chuckled.

“Okay,” you agreed. “I trust you.” Eddie felt his heart skip a beat at your words. He was starting to truly care about you and it was getting harder for him to hide. Eddie crawled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube on his bedside table. He returned to his place between your legs. He squirted a generous amount of the lube onto his hand and rubbed the excess on your already soaked cunt.

“We’ll work our way up,” Eddie said as he slipped two fingers into you. You hummed gratefully as he began pumping them slowly in and out of you. The wetness from your first orgasm and the copious amount of lube was making filthy sounds as Eddie moved his fingers. His wrist flicked as he moved in and out of you, rubbing his fingers against your g-spot. You hadn’t used words since Eddie had slipped his fingers into you, but you had been making plenty of noise.

“You sound so pretty, sweet thing,” Eddie murmured. “You ready for another?”

“Yes…” You whispered softly. Eddie felt a rush of pride at the need lacing your tone. He slowly eased a third finger into you. You gasped as the new addition stretched your walls.

“Feel okay?” Eddie asked. He kept his fingers buried in you to the knuckle but was hooking them inside you to rub your spongy wall with his calloused fingertips.

“Feels good,” you mewled. Eddie reached up with his other hand and pushed his fingers over your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. “Ohhh, Eddie,” you cried and arched your back away from the mattress.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Eddie growled as he watched you.

“I’m gonna come!” You cried when Eddie’s movements on your clit sped up. Eddie chuckled darkly. His eyes were locked on your body, trying to absorb every inch of it at once. He couldn’t decide which part of you he liked looking at the most.

“Go on, angel. Let it happen,” Eddie encouraged sweetly. You let your orgasm wash over you, electric pleasure running through your veins while your pussy clenched down on Eddie’s fingers. You threw your hips into the air as you cried out in pleasure. “That’s it, good girl,” Eddie cooed. You let your hips fall back down to the mattress as you caught your breath.

“Eddie,” you sighed contentedly. “More.” Eddie smirked. He pulled his fingers out so the tips of them were just dancing between your soaked lips. He turned his hand vertically and began running four of his fingers up and down your slit. His index finger was hitting your clit each time he got to the top of your cunt, sending little shocks of pleasure through you.

“You ready for four, sweet thing?” Eddie asked, voice like honey.

“Yes,” you breathed out. “I want it.” Eddie ran his fingers up and down your pink lips before slowly pushing four fingers into you. You gasped in pleasure as you felt the stretch of Eddie’s four fingers pushing into your tight cunt. Eddie had gotten past his first two knuckles when he let out a guttural groan.

“I can feel you opening up for me, angel. Your little cunt wants more of me,” Eddie murmured. He moved his other hand back to your clit and started rubbing the swollen little bud back and forth causing you to kick your legs against the mattress. You moan in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Eds,” you whined. “It’s so good.” Eddie got all of his four fingers into you and began sliding them in and out of you. He pulled his hand away from your clit and grabbed the bottle of lube laying by his knee. He flipped the top open and poured more lube over his hand and your pussy. You moaned as Eddie’s hands began making even louder squelching noises.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this,” Eddie murmured as he turned his hand inside you. You moaned at the sudden change. Eddie started hooking all four of his fingers against your g-spot. You moaned as the pads of his fingers rubbed against you in just the right spot.

“I’m gonna let you do it again,” you mumbled back. Eddie chuckled.

“Whatever you want, sweet thing,” Eddie called down. He leaned over you to kiss you sloppily. He continued moving his fingers in and out of you, hooking them gently and letting you stretch around him.

“Eddie,” you called. “I want the whole thing,” you told him. “I’m ready.”

“You sure, princess?” He asked. “We can stop if you want.”

“No!” You said a bit more aggressively than you intended. Eddie smirked. “Don’t stop. I want it all,” you pleaded.

“Alright, sweet thing. You know I just want to take care of you,” he cooed. He pulled out of you once more and put more lube on his hand for good measure. He looked down at you and made eye contact, giving you an encouraging smile. He closed his hand so that his fingers were all pushed together like he was making a puppet of his hand. Really, he was going to make a puppet out of you. Eddie locked eyes with you again. You gave him a small nod.

“I’m ready,” you told him again. He slowly began pushing his hand into you. He was rubbing your clit with his other hand, trying to distract you from the painful stretch with pleasure. You found you didn’t mind the stretch though. It felt incredible to feel yourself opening up to accommodate Eddie. You’d never felt so aroused before. Eddie had gotten his fingers into you, but he had just arrived at the knuckle, where you would have to open the widest to accommodate him. The two of you made eye contact.

“Take a deep breath and relax, angel,” Eddie cooed. You nodded, inhaling deeply before exhaling and letting every remaining ounce of tension leave your body. As you did you felt Eddie pushing his wide knuckles past your opening. You gasped and moaned involuntarily at the stretch. You felt your gummy walls tighten around Eddie’s wrist as his hand slid all the way into your cunt.

“Mmmhhhooohh, Eddie,” you moaned up at him. Eddie could feel your cunt clenching down on his hand.

“Does it feel okay, sweet thing?” He asked, his hand motionless inside you. He pressed a small kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“It feels fucking incredible,” you told him. “I feel so full.”

“Is it alright if I start moving then?” Eddie asked.

“Yes,” you said breathily. “Please.” Eddie began to slowly turn his wrist so that his palm would be facing up inside you. You moaned as you felt his hand moving inside you, stretching your wet hole. He began thrusting his hand in and out of you shallowly, not moving out enough that you would have to accommodate his knuckles as he did. You moaned roughly at the feeling.

“That feels good?” Eddie asked.

“Feels really good,” you assured him. You clenched down on his wrist.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight, even with my whole hand inside you.” He stopped thrusting. “Look at me.” You turned your eyes to meet his soft brown ones. He smirked devilishly but before you could question him you felt him close his fist inside you. You moaned in shocked pleasure. Your eyes rolled back in your head. Your legs kicked and your back arched away from the mattress, your body moving as if by Eddie’s command. He ran his hand up and down your thigh to soothe you.

“Open it,” you whimpered as you caught your breath.

“Open it?” Eddie asked.

“Your hand. Open it inside me,” you said. He raised his eyebrows.

“Not all the way. Just enough to stretch me.” He nodded. He slowly began to open his fist. You started moaning immediately as you felt his hand moving.

“Ohh, fuck, Eddie,” your voice was low and sultry. None of the sounds coming from your mouth were being controlled and their volume was growing higher than it probably should have been.

“You sound so sexy, sweet thing. I love your moans,” Eddie called. All you could do in response was moan out another incoherent sound. Eddie’s hand was now open flat inside you, fingers still pushed together. He was rubbing against your walls tenderly when you reached up and touched his chest, gaining his attention. He looked at you, eyes wide, waiting to follow whatever instruction you had for him.

“Fuck me with your hand,” you begged. “Make me come.” Eddie smirked.

“You sure?” He asked, his voice laced with the cockiness that had gotten you in his bed the first time.

“I’m sure,” you said. He nodded

“Lay back, angel,” he cooed. “I’ll take care of this sweet little pussy for you.” He began thrusting his hand in and out of you, just letting your lips open around the width of his knuckles before pushing back into you again. You were moaning wildly. The neighbors had surely heard by this point. The wet sloshing of your cunt was filling the spaces between your moans.

“Faster,” you called. Eddie complied at once. His hand was still stroking your thigh softly. You reached down to your clit with your own hand and began rubbing circles against it. Eddie moaned.

“Yeah, baby, touch yourself,” he groaned. You whined back in pleasure.

“I’m gonna come, Eddie,” you told him.

“I know, angel.”

“Gonna make a mess,” you warned. Eddie grinned.

“You gonna squirt for me, sweet thing?” You nodded furiously. “Go on. Make a mess all over me.” Eddie started moving his hand more quickly, pulling it out of you past the knuckle before pushing it back in again. Your cunt was making the dirtiest sound you’d ever heard and you couldn’t have contained the moans coming out of you if your life depended on it, but you would’ve died happy anyway.

“Ahhhh! Eddddiieee!” You cried. You came hard. Eddie could feel you clenching and unclenching around his hand as he kept fucking it in and out of you. After another second you were spraying clear fluid all over his arm and sheets as you continued coming.

“Yeah, that’s it, come,” Eddie groaned. Your chest was heaving as pleasure continued to run through your body but slowly you caught your breath. You looked up at Eddie with heavily lidded eyes as he gently pulled his hand from you. He wiped it off on the leg of his pants and then looked up at you.

“Hi,” you said softly. Eddie grinned.

“Hi,” he said. “You feel okay?” He asked. You nodded.

“That was great,” you said. You reached down and grabbed his hand. “Can I take care of you now?” You asked. Eddie blushed.

“You, uh, don’t…need to,” he mumbled.

“I want to,” you said.

“No, I mean…I…” You glanced down and saw the wet spot staining his pants. You smirked. Eddie looked away from you in embarrassment.

“That’s hot, Eddie,” you said.

“It’s hot that I came in my pants like a teenager?” He asked. You nodded.

“Really hot.” Eddie chuckled.

“Whatever you say,” he agreed.

“See, you’re starting to get how this works,” you teased. He smiled.

“Well, girlfriends are always right and boyfriends are always wrong, right?” He joked. Your eyes widened and you smiled bashfully.

“Girlfriend?” You asked, the hope in your voice unavoidable. Eddie smiled. He laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms. He gave you a sweet and loving kiss.

“Yeah, baby. Girlfriend.”

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things smut

[softagenda]

ensared (ais)

ais x reader(f)

aphrodisiac au / short fic

series: sweet poison (scenario-based collection of character imagines)

originally posted on ao3

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Prologue

You’re an idiot for drinking that. An absolute idiot.

You’re spilled across the floor, head swimming, burning from the inside as though you’d swallowed a star. The velvet rug brushed soft and cloying against your prickling skin as you squirmed, your heart pounding in your ears and beating an insistent rhythm in your groin.

Cooing at you from the table, her cat’s eyes curled in satisfaction, Morgana asked, “Something the matter? You look positively feverish.” She twirled a curly black lock around her finger.

Bitch. 

Paintings of naked people - bathing in springs, dancing around a fire, having an orgy in front of a temple - swirled into one colorful blob as you turned on your side, fisting the rug. You attempted to pull yourself to where you remembered the door but stalled a couple inches in, weak as a newborn kitten and stifling a moan as your body rubbed on the carpet.

“Now, now, where’s the fire? Stay a while.” She rose from her chair and stood over you, her arms crossing under her full chest. “You’re clearly hot under the collar. The thought of you wandering the streets like this concerns me deeply.”

You glared up at her, using every ounce of willpower not to writhe on the floor like a worm on a hook. Your hand felt clumsily around your hip for the dagger. 

“I’ll take that,” she chirped, snatching the weapon from your belt and tossing it behind her. “Can’t have you nicking that lovely skin.” Her heel braced on the other side of you, straddling your back. Her hands tugged the shirt from your waist before dragging warm palms up your back, her nails scratching on the return journey.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan rocketing through your chest, as every nerve in your body vibrated with electric pleasure. Your hips pressed hard into the floor, growing ever desperate for friction even as you struggled to focus.

Morgana sunk her hand into your nape, drawing your hair back from your face. When she leaned down to brush her painted lips against your ear, goosebumps erupted down your neck. “We’ll start with the bandages, shall we?”

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“Wouldn’t recommend it,” mused a deep, familiar voice from the door.

Your head jerked up, hazy eyes finding a blob of teal and black, bright spots of red around the collar. The relief was short-lived when your body reacted in a purely physical way to the sound.

Morgana froze. Her grip tightened in your hair, drawing a shudder. “... Ais. What a surprise. How long has it been, ten years?”

“Don’t remember.”

The madam paused, and a short, pregnant silence followed. You swallowed, breathing shallowly to keep from inhaling anymore of that incense. Then, she demurred, “I have just the treat for you. Something strange but familiar: red head, as bratty and slutty as they come, just how you like it. Let me call an attendant to show you the way.”

“If you’re offering, how about that one under you?”

Nails bit into your skin. “This one’s off the menu.”

“Oh? Had that meal last night, and I’m in the mood for leftovers.”

If the sun weren’t trying to sweat its way out of your skin in that moment, you would’ve glared daggers at him. 

Morgana was silent as she digested that before asking, her voice smooth, “Perhaps another night? I’ll make it worth your while - a veritable banquet of beauties.”

A low hum rumbled through the room. “A banquet for little ol’ me? How generous. In that case…” His voice lowered, musing casually, “suppose I’ll have to bring a couple friends with me. Make it a real feast.”

The temperature dropped.

Morgana breathed once, deep and hurried at the nape of your neck, before releasing your hair and rising to her feet. When she next spoke, all the warmth and gracious hospitality had vanished from her voice. “Take her and get out.”

Leather boots thudded closer, pausing at the table. A soft chink, an audible gulp. “Spared no expense on the dose, huh.”

Morgana didn’t reply.

Then Ais crouched by your face, his chin nestled in his palm. “Lookin’ grounded, sparrow.”

You pressed your lips together, humiliated and so horny you’d probably jump in the Seaspring just to put out the fire in your veins. 

“Want a lift?”

With a nod, you found yourself swept onto his back. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck as his hands hooked beneath your thighs. Brimstone and brine filled your lungs as your face dropped onto his shoulder. The display of strength, the ease of it, sent a shiver down your back and a slick feeling pooling in your groin.

He strode from the room and headed down the hall. There was a staircase leading to the street, and every step had you bouncing against his back, the friction just enough to have arousal twisting sweetly in your body but not enough for true relief.

Your hand gripped the front of his kimono.

“Havin’ a good time back there?”

“Shut up,” you hissed through gritted teeth only to whimper when he jumped you higher on his back, your thighs squeezing instinctively. “Ah - fuck you.”

“Say please.”

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a/n: thanks for reading!

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[stickycreatorunknown]

Bold (Megumi Fushiguro x afab Reader)

Pairing: – Megumi Fushiguro x afab!reader

Summary: You had both liked each other for a while anyway so why not try just saying it

Warnings: (Proofread) No spoilers, 18+ Content, all characters 21+, friends, penetration f!receiving, nipple play, unsafe sex, cursing

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You hadn’t imagined he’d be so consumed with you really. You knew he liked you, you weren’t sure how you knew as his demeanor was always very calm and he rarely showed emotion on his face. But you knew. So when you told him you felt the same and were having a hard time controlling yourself today, being so close to him, watching his every muscle tense as you guys sat together, hearing his voice and seeing his face change a bit with every word you shared, it seemed he lost some of his control too. 

He was suddenly so close to you, body leaned over yours as his arm reached out to hold the side of the couch where you sat, arm keeping you trapped against the couch between his body and its back. Your breaths were heavy, thoughts racing as he loomed over you, his eyes suddenly hooded with something you hadn’t seen on his face before. Neither of you spoke for a moment, your eyes just wandered each other’s faces, reading each other’s expressions as you could feel the warmth of his breaths against your lips and you were sure he could hear your heart beating out of your chest. 

He never seemed like the type to have something come over him this way, you honestly thought he’d be as casual and quiet as always even after you told him how you felt, but you definitely weren’t opposed to whatever has come over him. His lips didn’t quite reach yours but he did lean in, making your stomach turn with butterflies as you reached up to put a hand on his chest, feeling the way he leaned into you beneath the softness of his shirt, his own heart beating quickly as well. 

“Does that mean,” He started, his words a whisper and you could almost taste his lips as he spoke, teasing you with them as they grazed over your own so gently. 

“I can finally fuck the shit out of you,” It was enough to make you shiver, your whole body responding all at once as you rubbed your legs together and tried to lean up into him, wanting to feel his lips on your own. He was swift as he grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you to stand with him, backing you down the hallway, his face so close to yours as he kept his eyes on you. His hands were strong and held your hips so firmly, leading you towards your bedroom. You were glad he knew where it was because suddenly you felt completely dumb, consumed only by his eyes and the growing feeling between your legs. 

“Y/n,” He whispered, lips going to your ear as he pushed your back against the door, one of his hands going to the handle but not yet opening it. “Can I fuck you?” He asked and you were glad he had a hold of your hip because you could feel yourself melting. You grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself and you nodded fast. He slowly started turning the doorknob and his hand from your hip came up to grasp your chin, tilting your head up a bit so his lips could find yours. 

“You’re sure?” He asked into the kiss, his tongue hot against your lips as you tried to pull him closer. 

“Yes,” You nearly whimpered, his voice enough to make you whine as it had turned from soft and steady to deep and demanding. He quickly opened the door, scooping your body up and against his own so you didn’t fall backwards with it. You wrapped yourself around him, taking in a gasping breath when you felt his erection beneath his pants. The way it pressed into you told you of its impressive size already, making you bite your lip as he led you to the bed. He nearly blushed, seeing the face you made when you felt it and you couldn’t quite tell if it was embarrassment or what but the light pink across his cheeks but it made his blue eyes seem sweeter suddenly. 

He had been wanting this just as long as you, hating having to contain himself around you. You seemed so unaware of how beautiful you were, not seeming to understand the effect you had on him to the full extent. He loved seeing you, watching your face change when you spoke, the way your lips curled when you laughed, the way you walked around a room and your hips would sway perfectly. He wanted to touch you for so long, feel your skin on his own, drag his tongue across your whole body. So it was no wonder he was suddenly moving so quickly and seeming so hungry for you. Good thing you were feeling the same. 

He laid you onto your back, climbing onto the bed between your legs and placing his lips back on yours. His kisses started softly, his parted lips easing into your own as the both of your eyes fell closed and you became wound up in each other. His hands held your waist, thumbs absentmindedly rubbing across the fabric of your shirt, tugging it up without thinking. His tongue was warm when it pressed against your lower lip, dragging across it slowly before you parted them for him, nearly gasping at the feeling of your tongue winding around his. The kiss grew heavier, open mouthed and hot as your hands ran up and down his chest, feeling his strong frame as you came up to his shoulders and tugged, wanting his shirt off to feel his skin. 

He let out a small groan as he sat up, tugging his shirt off quickly and tossing it to the side, the sound small and sweet as if he were disappointed to be away from your lips. Your eyes scanned his body quickly, he had been wearing a loose white t-shirt and you hadn’t been able to see his lean frame very beneath it. You felt a bit more hungry for him as your eyes trailed down, the deep v of his abdomen making you bite your lip as you realized his cock was standing very hard beneath his pants. You blushed darkly, his eyes watching your every expression as you looked him over. You started to reach out to his pants, taking hold of his belt suddenly but he leaned down into your body, pressing himself against you suddenly as his hands trailed up your forearms and his fingers intertwined with your own, pinning your arms beside you. He jutted himself against you gently, making you whimper softly and then blush as you bit your lip to keep from making that noise again. 

His lips twitched up, a half smirk from your reaction as his lips trailed down your neck this time. You tilted your head, letting him explore your soft skin slowly, open mouth kisses trailed down your neck and to the collar of your shirt. 

“Off?” He whispered into the nape of your neck and you sucked on your lip before answering, not wanting to let out anything too embarrassing. 

“Yes,” You breathed, his body moving quickly as he sat you up, tugged your shirt off, and his hands suddenly roamed your back, feeling for the clasp of your bra. You shivered from the feeling of his fingers, his hands so warm on your skin, so delicate as they trailed up your spine and toyed with your bra. It snapped off easily, your eyes darting up to his own as it suddenly fell loosely from your chest and shoulders. He kept his eyes on yours as he tugged it off, laying you back down and pinning your arms again with his own, his lips so close to yours again. 

“Beautiful,” He whispered and you turned your face away, blushing darkly. 

“You haven’t even looked,” You said back, teasing him through your butterflies as he sat back enough for his eyes to trail your body. 

“Look at that, I was right anyway,” He said cheekily and you could see the lust in his eyes growing as he trailed them down your chest and stomach, following the waistline of your pants slowly, considering how easy it would be to pull your pants from you in less than two seconds. 

He leaned down again, teasing your lips with his own but not kissing you, instead he trailed them down your neck again, making you whine in anticipation as you felt his breath against your skin. He liked the sounds you were making, his smirk growing as he kissed softly across your collarbone, tongue trailing small circles everywhere his mouth went. It was enough to make you arch your body into his own, feeling your hips tilt and his cock rub against your clothed sex. You closed your eyes as you felt him start to place kisses across your breasts, his lips still so gentle even as they closed around your nipple, his tongue fluttering over it to make it peak. You tilted your head, not realizing how sensitive you would be as he rolled it beneath his tongue, sucking on it softly before making his way across your chest. He pressed slopping kisses against your skin and you could feel the softness of his cheek against you as he left no part of your chest untouched, his mouth around your other nipple, giving it the same treatment to make it pebble up for him. 

“Mm,” A small sound of affirmation as he sat up to look at you again, your eyes closed as you bit your bottom lip and turned your head into the covers of the bed, cheeks a soft pink. He grinned, but you didn’t see it and suddenly he let go of your arms, his hands taking hold of your waist instead. His hands felt big, the way they held your sides before trailing up your body, thumbs coming up to brush the bottom of your breasts before his hands took hold of them, palms warm as he squeezed them gently, making you gasp as he leaned down to kiss you again. You ran your hands into his hair, the dark spikes a mess as you tangled your fingers into them, keeping him close to you. His thumbs teased your nipples still, your hips tilting as your body arched again, his smirk evident against your lips as he ground himself down into you. 

“Ah-!” Your gasp was small but he heard it and loved it, darting his tongue between your lips and grinding himself down onto you to make you do it again. You whimpered against his mouth and he drug his hands down your skin, squeezing your hips before he went to undo his own belt, the clanking of metal enough to signal to you what he was doing. Your hands suddenly roamed down his back, his skin soft and his back more muscular than you were expecting. You held onto his hips, feeling the way he tugged his pants down and wanting so badly to look to see him. He had left his underwear on, you could feel it against your fingers as you trailed them across his lower back. 

He pulled from your lips for a moment, your head reaching up to follow him, whining softly when he sat up to look at you again. Your fingers dipping into his boxer briefs as your eyes trailed down and you saw the maroon fabric tented and stretched around his standing cock. You bit your lip again, hands coming around to tug his underwear down to reveal him. His eyes were hooded and dark, watching your face as your eyes lit up with lust when you saw him. His heavy length fell from its hold beneath his briefs and your hands so delicately picked it up, enough to make him suck in a sharp breath, biting his own lip as your eyes wandered curiously back to his face. Your hands were gentle as they stroked it, feeling its length and thickness beneath your palms, nearly making him twitch. 

“Megumi,” You whispered and his eyes darted to yours, your voice grounding him a bit. You looked so shy suddenly, your eyes big and your cheeks dark with a blush. You bit your lip before speaking again. 

“Fuck me,” You said softly and he didn’t need to be told again. In a moment your pants and panties were gone, less than two seconds just like he imagined, and he had your legs up and over his shoulders, pinning you beneath his body as he teased his cock against your folds, parting them slowly with his tip. 

“Oh fuck,” He breathed out, feeling how wet you were already, dripping all over him as he teased his tip against your entrance. You gasped softly, feeling the way it covered you entirely, not yet sliding in but you could already tell how much it would stretch you. You gripped the sheets, parting your legs a bit further to let him rub his length across you, trailing your slick everywhere it went. You whimpered as you felt the pressure on your clit, his eyes lighting up suddenly as he sat up a bit, one hand going to hold onto the back of your thigh, keeping it up and pressed down against you for him while his other hand teased between your legs. You whimpered loudly and threw your head back when you felt his fingers suddenly where his cock had been, circling your clit delicately as he bit his lip, watching them shine in the light now. 

“So sensitive,” He practically cooed before his fingers moved a bit quicker, parting your lips and rubbing your clit perfectly. Your body arched, your legs spreading further as you felt his tip prod against your entrance, your walls stretching a bit as he felt the way they squeezed him already. 

“M-Megumi,” You whimpered, a smile on his face as he looked up to see your face again. Your eyes were closed and your cheeks were hot, your lips parted slightly as you could keep back the little moans that kept coming. 

“Hmm?” He hummed and you whimpered louder as you felt his cock starting to slide into you, filling you up as he let you feel every inch of it, your walls soft but tight against him as he worked his way deeply inside you. His fingers moved faster on your clit, making you moan, squeezing your eyes shut tightly as you felt his tip prod against your cervix, now balls deep inside you as you clenched around his thick girth. 

“O-Oh, fuck,” You whimpered, feeling the way he was adjusting himself a bit, shifting his hand so his thumb splayed across your clit, teasing it back and forth as he shifted his hips to prod a deeper into you. His lips on yours surprised you, your eyes fluttering open for a moment before closing again, your tongues tangling together once more as he started to pull himself from you. You moaned into his mouth and he grinned, giving you only a moment to take a breath before he thrust into you, testing the way your body jerked when he did so. Your hands came to his shoulders suddenly, fingers gripping firmly onto him as he teased you, thrusting a few times, slow out and fast in to make you moan just like that again. He gave you time with each thrust, letting you get used to the feeling of him before he got a bit faster, his hips jutting against your ass as you kept your legs up and open for him as he sank so deeply into your pussy with each movement. 

You could him letting out tiny moans, his lips pulling from yours as he sat up a bit, pushing your legs apart as his hands gripped your thighs allowing him to tug your body closer to his. Then he really started to fuck you, keeping you steady in his grip he started to pound into you, making you gasp as your eyes went to his own. The look on his face was delicious, one side of his mouth curved into a smirk as he looked down at you, hands gripping your thighs and cock buried in your tight pussy. You couldn’t take it, you tilted your head back as he fucked you, faster now and you felt your senses leaving you. You moaned freely, back arching and hips rolling into his own as you felt yourself twitch. 

He trailed a hand down your chest, resting it at the mound of your sex so his thumb could toy with you again. It was enough to make you want to scream, your body arching up as your legs shook and your hands gripped the sheets. 

“Oh fuck,” You groaned loudly and he coaxed your orgasm out of you, thumb rubbing fast on your clit as his cock sank deep into you with every thrust. 

“Yes, yes, yes-!” You whimpered, suddenly your walls tightened and he jolted a bit mid thrust, feeling the way you squeezed his cock, almost sucking him in as you came. He leaned over you, putting a hand on the bed beside you to keep himself up as he felt you clenching around him. His movements slowed as  he tried to find his words, his face twisting with pleasure as he closed his eyes and breathed out heavily. 

“Fuck, y/n, I-” He gasped, your hips rolling up into his, pulling him deeper into you as you whined for him. 

“I’m going to,” He started and you nodded fast, wrapping your legs around him to pull him against you, practically milking him. Your eyes met for a moment and he smirked before tilting his head back and letting out a string of moans, his cock twitching inside you as he released. You could feel it, the heat of him as he pumped into you and you blushed once again, letting your body relax a bit into the bed as he leaned forward onto his arms now, breaths heavy as your legs fell loose beside him. You could feel the way his cock rested inside you, heavy even as it slowly shrunk down again. He eyed your face, your eyes closed as you breathed deeply, hands no longer gripping the sheets as you let yourself melt a bit. You opened your eyes to see him staring, admiration all over his face as you tried not to blush again. Instead you grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down to you, realizing the both of you were sweating now as you felt how sticky your skin was together. You didn’t care as you kissed him, both your eyes falling closed again. 

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[camilasstories]

❝feeling unreciprocated❞ chapter 1 | jungkook x reader

summary: Sleeping with one guy after feeling rejected wasn't a good idea, but sleeping with another one and another seemed to be even worse plan. Especially with your handsome crush behind the wall, who is as confused as you about your ways of coping with a broken heart.

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Your phone was buzzing from all the notifications you got after you had turned on wi-fi in your settings. You ignored them and started to scroll mindlessly through your Instagram to kill the time as you were waiting for popcorn to be ready in the microwave.

The anxiety and nervousness were escalating to the point you were bitting your lower lip which became more red and puffy. Like on every Friday night since you and your roommate made an arrangement that once a week you two would organize a small movie-night that nobody else could take part in it. And you weren't exactly sure what was the reason behind you distressing about such a trivial matter, but you fathomed soon enough, with a minor help of your dear friend, it was because of the second arranger of your undertaking.

You sighed as you rubbed your cheek in defense.

It had been already three months since you two ended up living together and for these three precious months you were truly fucked, frankly speaking, but who wouldn't be in your place? Let’s be honest - everyone would lose their mind over this boy sooner or later. Moreover, it wasn’t just your personal opinion as far as you knew, but you were the only one who had to endure this killing pleasure all by yourself. You should be grateful, you thought to yourself with a pity that you couldn’t use the circumstances to your advantage. You just couldn’t figure out how and you were afraid it would stay that way if you kept behaving like a simple coward. On the other hand, it would be super discomforting if you ended up stop talking to each other because of your sweet, silly crush. So you were trying to shut it down once and forever, but with no effects.

"Is it ready?" you jumped a little hearing a male voice behind your back.

"No, not yet".

"And now?"

"No, Jungkook, it's not ready yet” you shook your head to emphasise that he would have to wait just a little bit longer for a 3-minute meal “Just pick a movie, I’ll bring it to you in a moment”.

“Okay, just don’t eat it all”.

“Mhm” you managed to utter while you lowered down your head to stare into the screen, but you kept observing him from the corner of your eye.

He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and grey pants that hung from his hips giving away its oversized cut. He looked casual, but his tattoos elevated the outfit making it look… hot. Not to forget his messy hair that were a bit too long. You liked it, but you were able to hide it, anyway. You weren’t crazy to such a point you would run after him, right?

“You have some stains on your shirt” you had told him before he entered the living room, but he just shrugged his shoulders and made his way to the sofa that happened to be the most expensive furniture in your flat. You pitched in together at the beginning of your moving in. It was his condition, actually, but then he didn’t know you were a girl. Had he known it, he wouldn't have made you chip in, however it was too late to cancel the order. You didn't mind. At least you two were in a happy possession of a brand new sofa, which you used very often. Not in this way, of course.

You put the popcorn in front of him, which made him turn his gaze from his phone at you.

"You're addicted" you said slightly amused.

"I didn't complain when you were using yours" he scoffed and put it away "But okay, mummy" he made sure he stressed the last word.

You knew he was just being cordial, but you were flushed anyway, because of the mummy part. The teasing was unbearable when was done by him, because well, you used to take everything he said too seriously and keep second-guessing what he actually meant. Soon, you realized it needed to stop as you were going mad because of it and the worst part was you was aware his words didn't indicate anything more serious than just a friendly reminder you were his "bro". And it sucked.

You didn't let yourself to make a comment so you just sat in the sofa making yourself comfortable.

"What are we watching?"

"Something random, we've watched almost everything" he left the pilot on the coffee table and stuck a pillow behind his back to have something to lean on "So how was your week, miss smart brain?"

You didn’t have to think for too long about your reply.

"As always. Lectures, then practice and lectures again and... meetings with Gia. I'm just happy it's Friday again" you sighed and folded your arms thinking about the last five days "And you?"

"The same thing. Almost" he chuckled seeing your discontent, grumpy expression "I didn't sit with books ninety percent of my time" obviously, It was an exaggeration, but it might have been true if you wouldn't have Gia by your side. Your best friend.

"So it wasn't the same. I should have known that" you rolled your eyes, but smiled anyway "So..." you waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't bother too much to shower you with details.

"I was at Vixen's with my friends".

It was predictable his place to go to was another new club. Somehow, it suited him. Such places were perfect for him. He was outgoing, open with conversation with newly met people and he just liked the atmosphere of big crowds and loud music. Nothing you could compare yourself to so it was a nice surprise you two got along. Still, you thought there was an abyss between him and you on so many levels that even his friends looked at you oddly the first time you met them, but you were just his roommate. Not his girlfriend he choose.

"You should go one day" you looked at him surprised taking popcorn into your mouth "With Gia, for example".

"Maybe" you changed the topic looking at TV. It would be nicer to go with him this time "You picked a trashy film".

"Hey, it's random. I told you" he pushed your leg with his feet "Get lost!" you just laughed shortly and lied down on the sofa making him choose the floor this time.

"My turn" he murmured something under his breath, but sat on the floor, eventually.

The fact was, you saw each other only one day during the week, on every Friday, of course. Sometimes maybe in the mornings or in the evenings if your schedules allowed that. You totally understood he had his own friends, plan etc. so you weren't disappointed, because you weren't even certain if he saw you as his friend or only as his roommate. You just expected from him a little, little attention.

"Do you want pillows?" you asked noticing he took his place without anything to cover or make himself comfortable.

"No, I'm good" he didn't even look at you while answering your question and took his phone out from his pocket.

That was the hard part in all of this. He wasn't that invested in your friendship, at least he was giving this type of impression, so you had the right to be doubtful when it came to his feelings. Maybe it stood on the level called "roommates, nothing less, nothing more" with an arrow "you will never get to the next level, we're sorry for the inconvenience" next to it, so you were stuck.

His position enabled you to see everything as well as to smell his scent because his head at the level of your face as he was sitting in front of you. If you wanted to have a picture of what it was like - just imagine a really heavy, manly perfume coming right into your nose. It wasn't getting any easier for you, unfortunately. You were melting.

You tried hard to focus on the movie, but the ring tones were successfully preventing you from doing so.

You didn't want to come as being nosy, but somehow you couldn't help yourself so you raised your head from a comfy pillow, so you could have a full view of his phone's screen. He was checking his instagram account as you did earlier, nevertheless it wasn't what made you disturbed.

The texts were one by one showing on his notification bar with a loud sound, so Jungkook turned the silent mode on his phone. You saw him frowning his eyebrows and playing with his lip ring at the same time, which got you to make an ultimate move. You pulled yourself up a little bit so you could follow his actions, he opened the conversation. You knew it was wrong of you to look at his private texts, but he didn't move or change his place so you took it as an allowance to give it a look. Just one, you promised, but you could tell it may not have been the last.

min_bora: hi jungkook! min_bora: it was great to see you at vixen's typing...

It wasn't confusing at all. It was just a normal text, however still a hard thing to swallow, again. It was from a girl, overall, so it made you reckon if he was really with his friends like he had said? Like Jimin or Taehyung. Or Namjoon. It wasn't your business, but still you weren't exactly the most happy person in the world if he really lied to you.

min_bora: you looked so handsome without your tshirt ;) not my words but harin's haha

You almost groaned seeing the last text. What was that? A pub or a social club with stripping? Or even worse - harem, which was an obvious overstatement. You just hoped it wasn't it and he would deny it. Fun thing, it shouldn't have concerned you but it did. Maybe if it happened to be the truth, you would finally get rid of your stupid feelings. Perhaps, it was the key to let it go...

"Did you just look at my fucking texts?" he smirked leaning his head back so he had the picture of your face upside down.

Jungkook saw your empty expression as you had got lost in your thought few seconds earlier. You opened your lips wanting to say something, but you were too cogitative to reply right away.

"No, of course not" you shook your head lowering your gaze, but it seemed like you had a large writing "a liar" on your forehead.

Of course, he didn't believe you as he felt your gaze on his back when he was about to text back so he took a pillow and threw it at your face, while you blushed immediately all over your cheeks. This thing was something he didn't notice to your liking.

"Instead of making fun of me, you could help your friend" he pretended to whine while looking at the messages.

Friend? So maybe you were already on another level, which made you instantly worried about getting friendzoned, but it felt like it already was the thing in your situation.

You weren’t making fun of Jungkook, it was far from it. Curiosity just won over your honour and your morals.

"Difficult task" you held your chin with your one hand, bitting your lips and reckoning if you should say it "I don't know what to do with a text that says you look handsome without your t-shirt".

"Any advice?" he rolled his eyes watching "min_bora" sending him some silly emojis, which didn't get slipped by you.

"Don't take your t-shirt off next time?"

"Oh, you don't say" he hissed "She spilled her drink on me by accident. I had to change".

"You bring your clothes with you?"

"Yeah, gym clothes" he said brushed his hair back "They were in Namjoon's car, I forgot them two days earlier".

"Oh".

jeon_jk: hi bora jeon_jk: to the next one :)

You weren't expecting this kind of text got typed to this girl, but he was a free man. He could do anything he wanted, not like you had something to say in this matter, but this one coming...

min_bora: i was wondering... min_bora: do you have tattoos only on your arm or maybe somewhere lower... ;)

"Are you kidding me?" you mumbled quietly so he couldn't made out what you had said and you covered your face with your hand completely uncomfortable.

And envious at the same time, knowing you wouldn't get the courage to simply ask him for a coffee, yet these girls had all of it. Even the view.

You thought that maybe he would react in some way. Like getting embarrassed that you saw it or something, but no. He was unfazed, like nothing too extraordinary happened. Maybe he got used to it, to attention and it didn't surprise him. He just sighed and closed the conversation down leaving Bora on a read.

Jungkook leaned even more so his head was laying on the sofa and his long hair were within reach of your hand. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm and steady as if he was ready to take a nap or just thinking heavily.

"Are you okay?" you asked with a tranquil voice not to disturb his peace.

"Yeah" he replied with his eyes closed, but this time the tone he used managed to put you off "Let's just finish this movie".

It was a clear signal something happen or it was just his casual attitude towards random things, like everything was the enemy to him and his job was to brace himself. You never talked about your problems, not even complaining about something more private than your day or how bad the lunch tasted. Everything was kept to yourselves and you didn’t have the nerve to ask him what was the reason behind his changing moods. Maybe he was like that. His nature could be edgy, even by looking at his image anybody could say that. You didn’t dwell on the subject assuming he would prefer it to be talked with his closest friends rather than a roommate.

So you just stuffed your mouth with popcorn contemplating what could be wrong with him until you saw closing credits at the end of the movie.

When it finished, he stood from the floor and helped you with cleaning the mess, but soon he went to his room, got changed. Of course, he didn’t stay that night in a flat which made you sad for a known reason, but who you were to stop him.

Honestly, having this type of a crush was quite a burden if you were the one to speak up. Constantly feeling the strain was exhausting, sometimes you couldn’t sleep and think straight in situations which he was involved in. It wasn’t normal and you wished you could do something with it, because it was getting you nowhere. Maybe if you made the decision but… You didn’t want to ask him out and at the same time you didn’t want to let it go. It was a total rollercoaster of mixed feelings that day by day made you run out of energy.

The rest of the evening was calm as usual and you spent it on your phone waiting for a new story from Jungkook which sometimes he posted on his Instagram, but it didn’t happen. You thought about checking Jimin’s account, but you gave yourself a break.

You took a towel and your pyjamas so you could get a shower and you were on your way to the bathroom when you got a new notification, which you checked right away. In your message box was a text that was totally unexpected.

hyunn_wonn: hi there, love

You looked at it confused bringing your knees close to your chest after you had returned to your bed.

And then not the best idea came to your mind.

#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #bts x you #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook imagine #bts imagines

[your-nanas-house]

Thanks to photography

◇ Pairing: Greg Nolan X model!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, grinding, game, blowjob, photos, bad writing

◇ Summary: Greg goes carried away during a photoshoot.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is for my dear @sissylittlefeather 🙇🏼‍♀️❤️

Y/n's action left Greg breathless again as she sat down on his lower tummy, her ass nearly brushing against his pelvis getting a reaction out of the man.

It was clear the way he looked at her... full of admiration and with a playful touch given by the tiny smirk glued to his handsome face.

A smile that caused Y/n's body to warm up, even if she wasn't such a shy person because of her job... it happened to her more than once to pose naked for photographers but it was the first time she felt something between them.

A chemistry and a tension that shouldn't have been touched.

"Anything else?" Her soft voice asked as her eyes roamed all over his body, stopping again at his face while she waited patiently... smirking slightly as soon as he replied.

Greg shook his head softly as his stunned self didn't allowed him to speak or register immediately what she was asking. Making him only stare at her to drink in every little part of what she was offering him.

It was perfect... the moment was perfect, her body as well. And the only thing that he wanted to change was the position that they were in. So with that he finally broke the silence with his low voice

"How about changing a little position?" He asked her as his thumbs rubbed soft circles on her hips, making her bite eagerly her lower lip and reply with a simple quick nod.

Greg looked Y/n in the eyes with a bit of hesitation as he gathered the courage he need to finally speak, hiding his arousal with a poker face

"How about you lay down on top of me?" He suggested casually as he played a bit with his camera, gulping as soon as the young woman lay slowly on top of him just like he craved.

The simple action instantly setting a fire inside of the photographer, his Adam's apple bobbing again, as he looked at her in that new position.

He could feel the way her body pressed down against his and it felt so damn good that he nearly stuttered out his words "Now can you pose and sway in your seductive moves, the way you did before?" He required.

Y/n started to slowly sway her hips back and forth just like she did when he asked her earlier to dance sensually for a couple of pictures he had to take.

It felt stupid as she did it, simply dancing without music or anything... just a camera pointed at her. But now it made her aroused, her hips were swaying the same way... this time leaded by the soft music of his heavy breaths.

He even had to swallow a moan since he found it extremely hard to take his eyes off her.

The way her body kept moving in each direction was very seductive and slow, and even if she wasn't doing anything extremely provocative it still looked very appealing to him... making his thoughts run wild.

Her body fitted very well on top of his, he thought as he allowed his hand to help her lower half press harder against his.

As Greg got lost in his lust just like his body which started to move on its own— meeting the soft sways with his own to create some kind of innocent friction his aching boner craved— Y/n's voice made him come back to reality.

"No photo?" She asked teasingly, not doing anything to stop his actions, enjoying herself every moment of it... opting to mock him lovingly since they should have taken care of the photoshoot instead of that.

Greg chuckled at her tone and slowly but gently whispered back his reply while controlling as best as he could his breath and groans

"I want to enjoy this moment a little bit more... I want to drink in your beauty before I take the next photos" the handsome man murmured against the skin of her cheek as he enjoyed every minute.

At the feeling of the little smile on her skin Y/n giggled back, her eyes fluttering shut as she met his thrusts less casually... her head nodding softly as she hummed back an answer

"You are the artist— I follow your wind" And with that she unlocked his racing thoughts again, making the man tilt his head up when he pressed harder his erection against her hips.

"Then you don't mind if I make another request, right?" Greg asked breathless, smiling at the teasing tone she used earlier while his hands traveled down to her waist to keep a hold on them. Pulling her in a little closer to him.

"Can you just sway those hips of yours a little bit faster? Maybe this time, it can be a little bit too provocative for the eyes to handle" he joked while doing a serious request, biting his plumpy bottom lip when she obeyed, taking the lead.

"Fuck— Bit faster, please" Greg cursed softly, taking a handful of her ass in a poor attempt to make her increase the speed of the grinding.

His heart raced, beating in his ears as his body began to sweat because of the feelings and actions.

"So damn good, Darling" the man added breathless, cursing softly as his back arched while Y/n's skilful and rough movements nearly leaded him to his peak.

"I start to think this isn't for the photoshoot anymore" the young woman joked, her heart racing at the view of him under her... her cheeks flushed due to the heat that had created between their bodies.

Greg knew that it was true but he was actually enjoying this moment as well... reaching his climax slowly as she kept swaying her hips in such a sublime way

"Yeah... It's not for the photos but still.. can you just sway those hips a little bit more?— Maybe you can do more than just swaying your hips" he whispered before biting hard on his bottom lip again, jolts of pleasure invading his body till she stopped abruptly, moving away from that lying position.

His light eyes fluttered open but quickly closed shut as a groan left his throat at the new sensation caused by her hands on his now bare cock.

When he agreed to that job he wasn't expecting to end in such a situation, being now deep throated by a beautiful and hot model that wasn't just good at her job but also at using her hands and mouth.

Her tongue swirled around his tip as her hands worked on his balls, switching after a while so that her hand was on his hard length... pumping it in a delicious pace while her lips wrapped around his testicle, sucking and licking softly.

Greg could feel his orgasm approach, just like her.. due to his loud groans and spasms of his body.

"Fuck, sweetheart" he cursed sweetly, his hand grabbed her head so that he could lead the tempo and fuck her face till he emptied his balls inside of her warm mouth.

Watching her swallow his seed before cleaning her mouth and reach for his camera to take a photo of him with an amused smile.

"Bet you would be an awesome model as well".

#greg nolan #greg nolan x reader #greg nolan x you #greg nolan x y/n #greg nolan fic #greg nolan fanfiction #elvis the pelvis #elvis presley #elvis presley smut #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley fandom #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley x you #elvis presley fic #elvis presley x model!reader #live a little love a little

[evansbby]

IMAGINE poyt steve teaching omega how to play a video game and shes sitting on his lap and every few seconds shes like rubs her tush on steve’s peen and once steve noticed she already came

Okay but why is the idea of Steve teaching omega how to play video games so wholesome??? Like ugh!! Just imagine Steve in one of his good moods, deciding that today is the day he teaches his girl how to play one of his favourite games😌

Warnings: dirty talk, daddy kink, grinding, stripping, allusion to future smut, 18+ only, MINORS DNI

A/N: short drabble! Although I don’t know how accurate this is to Steve’s character — I feel like I can only imagine him playing football related video games. But oh well, this was too cute and I had to write something down!

***

“And you click this button to reload, and this one to shoot? Got it, omega?”

Steve might as well be speaking gibberish as far as you’re concerned, because not one word of his ten minute demonstration on how to play this video game has gotten through to you.

“I’m sorry, Steve, I don’t understand.” You say timidly, hoping he won’t get angry at you or call you stupid. You clear your throat and add, “I don’t really like shooting games. I th-think they’re barbaric and inappropriate.”

Steve snorts, his arm wrapped around your waist and securing you tightly on his lap while he manoeuvres the controller with his other hand. “Of course you think that, you’re just a little baby omega after all.”

You sigh, but there’s a part of you that’s curious about this whole situation. Steve’s never invited you to play video games with him before — the most you’ve done is sat on his lap while he played with his friends — which was objectifying enough except it made Steve feel really smug.

But today is different — he’s actually allowing you to play and you wonder what the catch is.

“Okay, now customise your character.” Steve orders you.

Your eyes widen, “Can’t I just play as your character?” (His character is called “AlphaKing4” and looks quite intimidating, in your humble opinion).

Steve doesn’t let you play as his character because apparently you’ll “ruin his ranking.” Instead, he helps you create your own: decking your avatar out in a pink bikini which does nothing to hide any of the digital cleavage.

“My character doesn’t have any armour on, Steve.” You point out shyly — because you’re no expert on this game but “AlphaKing4” seems to be decked out in heavy armour from head to toe, making your own character look very vulnerable and naked in comparison.

“Omegas don’t wear armour.” Is the response you get, before he grabs your hips and repositions you on his lap, so that your bum is right on top of his crotch and your back is against his abs. Casually, he thrusts upwards, his hardness poking against your ass deliciously and making you gulp.

“Go on, baby. Start playing.” He whispers almost beguilingly into your ear as he hands you the controller.

Predictably, you lose almost immediately. It only takes a few seconds for the enemies to completely decimate your character, and you pout in annoyance.

“I lost.” You say sadly, barely noticing Steve’s fingers deftly unbuttoning your blouse. “H-Hey! What’re you doing?”

“Shhh, baby, try again.”

You do. And, of course, you lose again. No matter how hard you concentrate (which you can’t because Steve’s hands are rubbing up and down your sides and he keeps popping more of your buttons open).

You yelp when the final button is opened, and he begins to push your blouse down, all while sponging wet kisses on your bare neck.

“Steve, ah!”

He chuckles meanly, “Oh, didn’t I mention? There’s a penalty — each time you lose, you strip off an item of clothing. And you’ve lost twice now.” He peels your blouse off and throws it aside, leaving your top half in just your bra, “So what’s next, skirt or bra? You can decide.”

You gape at him and shake your head pleadingly, “N-No! Steve, no! Not here!”

“Well, it’s not my fault your little baby brain couldn’t grasp the concept of a video game.” Steve smirks, fingers now playing with your bra strap and making your heart thud at the thought of Sam or Bucky walking in — you’re in the living room after all!

“Please stop!” You wiggle in his arms but his grip is like iron, pushing your bra strap down.

“Rules are rules, omega. Unless you prefer the other penalty.” His hands now slip down to your skirt, unzipping it and pushing it down and you can’t believe how quickly he’s gone from teaching you how to play a video game to forcibly stripping you while you cower in his arms.

“O-Other penalty?”

“Mmhm. You. Over my knee. Every time you lose, you get ten smacks with the paddle.” Steve licks his lips, “bare ass.”

You gape at him because this hardly seems fair at all! And the paddle scares you to death because Steve is always threatening to use it on you (he never gets a chance to because you’re usually always good and behave yourself for him).

“N-No! No paddle, please no paddle!”

“Then you better strip, baby.”

You sniffle, pushing your bra strap back up and opting to take your skirt off instead. At least Steve’s heavy arm across around waist would somewhat shield you — for now. But you have a strong feeling that the rest of this gaming session isn’t going to go in your favour.

“That’s my good little omega,” Steve kisses your cheek condescendingly before squeezing your bare thighs, “See? Playtime with daddy can be fun, can’t it?”

THE END! What do you think?

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #dark steve rogers #chris evans x reader #anon #poyt ask #poyt drabble

[gardenofnoah]

hiii, i hope you’re doing well!! i was wondering if you could so one of the following for the crystal prompts? jasper, angelite, or malachite :D

hell yeah i can brother

angelite— "can we just talk, please?"—midoriya

your leg bounces while you sit, cradled in the dip you’d worn into the couch. waiting for izuku always brought up some childish, squeamish feeling in your gut—nerves that seemed a little silly, given just how long you’d been seeing him.

and seeing him was pushing it, because really you were just hooking up. he’d come over, adrenaline pumping hard through his veins—he’d pin you to the bed and show you just how powerful the number one hero could be.

or if it had been a rough day—if the burden of the safety of the country weighed too heavily on his shoulders, he’d find his comfort somewhere inside you. curled around you from behind, hips fit snuggly to your backside—he’d hide his face in the crook of your neck and turn his mind off to the thought of anything but the feeling of you around him.

when you watch him walk through your doorway now, your heart sinks—the fatigue on his face tells you that today has been the latter.

you’re up on your feet, drawn to him in an instant. you whisper a greeting and try to help him out of his costume like you usually do, before you lead him to your bed. he stops you as you grab for his lapel—warm, calloused hands wrapping around your wrists.

“hi,” he murmurs with a tired smile, “do you think we could just talk for a minute?”

you want to shrink away from him, because that’s never a good way to start anything, but you swallow back your nerves and nod sheepishly. you turn to shuffle back to the couch, and he pads over behind you.

he settles into your couch like he always does—relaxed and familiar. your heart aches, because you know it’s the last time you’ll watch him do it.

you had a feeling this would happen—after all, you’d both agreed that this would be casual. no feelings attached. and at first, it was. but izuku is easy to love, and once you’d tipped over that edge, the fall was immediate and the bottom came sooner than you ever thought it would. every boyish grin and desire-laced smear of his lips against your temple took root inside you and bloomed.

you settle into the cushion beside him, stomach churning. it’s hard to look at him, and you wish he’d take it easy on you, but when he grabs for your wrist again, it’s clear he won’t.

he rubs the pad of his thumb against the inside of your wrist and holds your gaze, and it’s brutal.

“hi,” it’s nearly a whisper when it leaves him.

“hi.”

“i wanted to talk to you,” he traces a vein that wraps around your wrist bone, “because i don’t think i can do this anymore.”

you feel numb as you hear the words. you nod your head, moving to pull your wrist from his hands, but he keeps you there.

“izuku, let me go—“

“wait—please? i’m not finished.”

you press your lips into a thin line, nodding tersely.

“i just don’t…” he trails off, smoothing over the heel of your palm, “i don’t think i can do the no feelings thing anymore.”

he looks up when he feels you tense in his grasp, greens eyes wide with concern.

“i—you—what?”

“it’s more than that for me now,” he says quietly, pulling away to pick at a tear in his costume, “i just didn’t think it was fair to you to keep doing this if i wanted more.”

“what more do you want?” the question is merely curious when you ask it, and it seems to catch him off guard.

“i want you,” he’s honest when he looks at you. you get the feeling you’re looking deeper than you should be. “i want all of you.”

his eyes search your face, brows knitted together and a little tense, like he’s anticipating you pulling away again. the very idea of that makes the corner of your mouth twitch, and a little, incredulous laugh escapes you before you can stop it.

“what?”

“do you really not know?” you ask him, shaking your head. “do you not know that i love you?”

you watch every conceivable human emotion cross his face, and you feel yourself relax a little when he settles on relief. he breathes out a slow sigh and decides it’s safe to reach for you. he pulls you into his chest, and it’s an awkward tangle of limbs like this—it doesn’t matter though. not with the way he nuzzles into your throat, his lips brushing over your skin with every word.

“i love you too.”

#hehehe hehe h #i had fun with this #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku #izuku drabble #izuku it's the little things

[howlsofter]

Real Casual

ur lover john wick comes over and yall fuck idk yall I write this shit in like 30 minutes and I don't reread it

John is warm when he climbs into bed. It’s the middle of the night when the bed dips and he slides in beside me, he lays on his back, shifting to the middle so that he’s brushing up against me. 

I shift closer to him sleepily. It’s not often he’s here, he had his own apartment key but I see him a few times a month maybe.

I miss him. I crave him.

He thinks he’s bothering me. But I never mind, getting off work every night I hope he’s here waiting for me.

Waking up to him sipping coffee at 7am, sitting in my living room peering out the large window to the city. He doesn’t look hurt for once, he glances to me as I approach. I brush his hair back from his face and lower myself to sit on the arm of the chair. He’s wearing that goddamn suit he always has on that makes him look sooo sexy. He had showered earlier, looking fresh and lively.

It was so out of place I found myself studying him. The corners of his lips turn as he sets his coffee down, reaching to wrap strong arms around my waist. He pulls me into his lap, I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Is everything okay, John?” He kisses me. Not answering my question. He’s slow, sweet, pushing his hands under my sleep shirt to touch the skin of my waist. He’s warm everywhere, breaking the kiss to go to my neck. I’m only in my underwear, besides this shirt, his fingers gripping my hips now, sliding under the sides of my panties. I squirm in his hold, running my hand through his hair, arm still around him.

I catch his lips again, more rushed. Hungry, I haven’t tasted John wick in forever. I shift in his lap to straddle him and he moves his hand up. One grips my waist still, harder now that I’m rubbing against him. The other one runs up until he’s cupping my breast, massaging it carefully as I let out of a moan. My nipples are hard but John is harder, lifting up his hips for the friction. I continue to kiss him until he’s had enough, easily picking me up as he stood from the chair. 

I press kisses everywhere I can as he carries me to the bed. He sets me on the edge and leans over to take off my shirt, towering over me where he stood. I shift onto my knees to get some height, John pauses to watch me undo his shirt buttons. He takes over and I palm him through his slacks, feeling him twitch through the fabric. He doesn’t tear his gaze away, undoing his belt next and leaning over to kiss me again. He pushes me back but doesn’t break away until he slides his belt off.

The way John looks at me makes me shy, pulling off my underwear, watching me still as he drags my legs apart and sinks beneath them. His first lick is careful, getting a taste before he was fully eating me out. His tongue swirled around where it felt nice, one hand holding my hips steady while his other worked his pants off. By the time I started moaning he had freed himself of them and was stroking himself, still watching my wither as I tried to focus on staying still. 

My breathe staggering as I got closer, almost choking on each inhale. He begins to slow down before he’s pulling away, I groan, reaching out for him as he crawls up onto the bed over me. I’m ready now, and slick as he slides in. His cock is beautiful, cut, 7 inches, trimmed but not shaved. I curl my toes at the feeling of him filling me up.

He leans over as he begins to fuck me, his mouth slightly open as he moans, low, I have to hold my breathe to hear him over my own soft cries. He’s holding himself up with one hand while his other runs over me wherever he can. It feels so good I can only look up at him, I put my own hand out, touching his scarred chest. Healed bullet scars and new marks and bruises from combat, I press my palm into the purple mark on his shoulder as I grip him there. 

He shifts back to readjust and I spill out his name in a beg. He utters a curse before pulling out and flipping me over. Now when he fucks me he’s all over me, my back up against his chest. I keep my hips up for him, but every time we have sex I enter a state of complete helplessness. He is deeper this way too, every stroke is over stimulating in borderline pain. I squirm with no escape, I can barely feel just how hard he’s gripping my hips trying to keep my still.

I’m so close, my squirming become still as I get tense. “Wait, baby,” he breathes out, sitting up and running a hand down my back. He lays to my side, pulling me up against him. I lay pressed against him as he guides me leg back over his hip, slowly sinking back into me. I watch him watch me. The way he studies me, reaching around to touch me until I’m utterly useless. I beg him for more, he fucks me harder.

“Gonna cum for me?” He asks as I’m tipping over the edge, biting at my shoulder as I ride out the bliss. My legs twitch and I go rigid, John is smiling. His strokes slow and I’m stuttering against him, squeezing to feel him press against my gspot and gasping silently.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he grunts, pinning me against him as I finally begin to relax. I know what’s coming, he starts into me again. Rough, solid, my begs for more become cries for him to stop. It feels so good it’s agonizing, but his hold on me is firm and fighting is no use.

It never takes him long after me, his eyelashes flutter as he fights to keep his eyes open, watching the way our hips connect until he’s losing his pace. He pulls out and I whine as he cums over my thighs, letting out a shaky breathe.

I don’t move for a little, relaxing against him as he tamed my hair for me. I nuzzle up against him when I do finally move, he holds me carefully and presses a kiss to my temple. 

#john wick smut #john wick x y/n #john wick #john wick x reader #john wick imagine #fanfiction #smut

[pyeonghongrie]

[22:12]

Summary: Your boyfriend's skincare routine involves you sitting on his face.

Characters/Pairing: Hongjoong X Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

AU/Trope info: Non-Idol!AU, Established Relationship

Word Count: 671

Warnings: Smut, oral: F, swearing, nicknames: babe/baby/love/hun, hair pulling, slight overstim

Rating: 18+

A/N: @anyamaris you enabled me I cant believe you

You pause and furrow your eyebrows, "Why?" you said, you weren't surprised at the sudden request, he's always been the blunt type when it comes to asking for sex.

"Hey babe, I need you to sit on my face."

You whipped your head to look at your boyfriend standing behind the couch, casually eating a banana while he waits for your answer.

"I noticed the last time you squirted on my face my skin felt like a newborn's, so I figured it could be a good addition to my skincare routine." He shrugs, finishing his banana and throwing the peel into the bin.

"Uh okay? do you want me to take my pants off now? or something?" You ask him jokingly, and he just shakes his head.

"Not the couch hun, we just got that cleaned." He says as he takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. You really didn't think he would be serious, this man unironically made you sit on his face part of his skincare, who does that??

"Relax love, this isn't the first time you sat on my face" He runs his warm palms across the span of your thighs, chuckling a bit when he noticed the goosebumps rising on the surface of your skin.

"I know, but I didn't think you were actually serious about the skincare part." You said with a hitch as you feel his warm breath hit your core.

Hongjoong turns his head to kiss your inner thighs, "True, but it's never too late to experiment, besides, it's not like you hate the idea of me stuffing you with my tongue on a nightly basis." He counters with a hum.

You just hum in agreement as you feel Hongjoong's lips get closer to your core, you held your breath in anticipation as he blows hot air at the apex of your thighs, placing a light, almost too light kiss on your nether lips.

Suddenly, he grips your hips and forces you to put your entire body weight on his head, effectively, making you sit on his face. You tried to remove some weight but Hongjoong just growls in protest while he furrows his eyebrows, the vibrations making you gasp while being adamant that this is the situation he wanted to be in.

His lips attach to your clit, suckling on the sensitive bud as you feel his tongue probe at your hole, at this point, you're already letting out tiny, airy moans while your thread your fingers through Hongjoong's hair, tugging at his black locks.

He moans into your cunt, eyes rolling back as you start to grind on his face, he detached from your clit and finally started thrusting his tongue into your pussy, your grinding causing his sharp, pointed nose to hit and rub your clit in the most delicious way possible.

The coil in your belly was tightening at an embarrassingly fast pace, your boyfriend's tongue expertly rubbing the spongey spot in you that never failed to make you see stars, your body is hot all over, sweet moans, a myriad of profanities, and Hongjoong's name spilled from your lips as he drank in how much his tongue was affecting you.

Hongjoong was drunk off of your scent, sound, and taste, his cock painfully hard but still in his sweats, yet still moaning and whimpering into your heat as you continue to tug at his hair.

The coil in you snaps, hot, white pleasure ripping through your body as you throw your head back with a silent scream, Hongjoong's tongue doesn't cease to thrust into you as your juices run down all over the lower side of his face.

He stops once he notices you cringing from overstimulation, he holds your hips up as he places kisses on the sides of your thighs, "Shh you did good for me love, I'm so proud of you honey." He whispers softly into your skin.

A lewd smile graces your lips,"I would not mind doing that every night yeah."

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[miguelswifey04]

peter b. parker and you making out (fem!)

short imagine…

peter b. parker and you had just gotten into bed together since it was already late at night. “mmm.” he was holding you closed against his body while you two cuddled in bed, you facing him as you out a leg on top of his. “you smell so good. i can’t get enough of you.” he smirked against you hair, carding it softly. he would twirl your hair strands with his fingers and bring it up close to smell his sweet you hair smelled. he was definitely whipped for you. “you get beautiful by the day, and i am so lucky.”

“oh stop it! you always know how to make me feel pretty though.” you giggled as you continue to trace circles on his chest. he wrapped his arms around you tightly as if you were going to slip away from him. he was very cheesy and very physical affectionate!

“awww, you’re so cute, did you know that?” as he hooked a finger under your chin bringing your pretty face close to his. he smirked a bit while his own breath faded gently on your skin. his minty warm breath tickled you face as you closed you eyes relishing under his touch.

“mhmm, i did know that,” you teased as you gently stroked his face. he took it upon himself to lean in and nibble on your ear. “is that so?” his sensual whisper sent a shiver down your spine. you couldn’t help but moan softly as continued to nibble on your ear. peter loved the way you sound. he loved your little moans or whimpers. it definitely turned him on. a lot.

he continue with kiss and lick your earlobe as his hands roamed around your body, his hands having a kind of their own. “how about i remind you what that mouth of yours was made for?” he whispered. you flinched a bit he was always casually bold with you but every time he would say those things to you made you feel excited and nervous.

“oh? and what was my mouth made for?” you smirked as you tried to remain composed but failed miserably.

"oh, you know." he said, as he moved down to your chin and neck, his lips teasing you as well.

“it was made for those kisses, my love, and other things.” he said in between kisses. “can’t let your mouth get stale now." you couldn’t help but giggle, your giggles were cut off into moans you couldn’t bite down as you felt his lips on your neck. “mmmm, feels so good peter.”

“good, well you better get used to this, cause i’m gonna take it up a notch.” he parted from your neck and crashed his lips onto yours are you mouths moved in sync, encapsulating each other’s lips. he made it his mission to bring you over the edge. “you know i can handle it. i always do.”

“mhmmm. you’re such a good girl always.” he whispered again. he now pulled you by the waist guiding you on top of him, while he continuing his kissing session with you. his hands landed on your hips as he gripped on the fat of your skin, digging his fingers into them. he know how much you love it when he grips onto your body like that. you moaned against his mouth as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, feeling the inside of your mouth as you both made out hungrily. my god was this man so entranced by you.

you felt him start rolling his hips against you. he rubbed himself against the fabric of your shorts. you felt him rub his hard on against your clit that was covered by you panties that started to get wetter by the second. it was very stimulating and set a fluttering sensation on your core. his hands were still on your hips. “you’re already this wet?” he said between the kisses. he felt the way your own essence drenched through your panties through your shorts and onto his grey sweatpants.

“mhmm, you always have that affect on me.” you said shamelessly. you didn’t care and you weren’t embarrassed by it like you did before in the beginning of the relationship. he smirked once again. he loved the atmosphere of the moment and the way you looked on top of him put him in a frenzy. his primal instincts started to kick in

“you’re the most perfect good girl one could ask for." he said. he gently grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. “and for that, i’ve got to give a good girl extra special attention." he gently laid you on the bed as he went on top of you, kissing your neck yet again as he went lower to your collarbone.

…

a/n: i keep writing these drabbles and never adding a part 2 💀

tags 🏷️: @kairiscorner INSPO FROM HER!

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[mamayan]

I don't know how often we request for the Russian roulette,but I was hoping to request Geto and the numbers 3,76,60 and 95 the reader being older in her 30s and Geto being 27

Bang! … You’ve been shot!

Suguru Geto

tw: NSFW • Rough Sex • Overstimulation • Mild Angst • Possessive/Obsessive Themes • Fem! Reader

wc: 1033

You didn’t think about him as often anymore.

The underclassman which massacred an entire village overnight, his own family not spared either.

You don’t think about him like you used to.

The dark eyes of Suguru once haunting your dreams and life for years after that incident, questions going unanswered by the sweet boy who used to tease you despite being his senior. His smile radiant as he’d hide behind Satoru, your wrath unleashed as he whispered yet another filthy sentence directly into your ear.

You go about life in a mundane blur when you’re reminded of him. Eyes vacant and far elsewhere while the council chitters like rodents, occasionally pulled out by a silly expression flashed by Satoru if he happened to be present. You enjoyed those times when anyone was there to rid you of the uncomfortable sensation writhing in your chest when you recalled even his voice. The times when he used to use his tall stature against you, using you like an arm rest casually while he peaked over your shoulder to read a text message you’d be sending. “Who is that to? You never spend so long on a text you send to me,” he’d smile innocently under your baleful eyes, undeterred by your swatting hands. “You should change my contact, don’t girls use cute emoticons? Why is it only my name?” He’d use any excuse to touch you, crowd and wrap you up in his pace so seamlessly you’d miss how it even started.

The little touches soon swirled into full advances, his grip on your thigh as he swirled his tongue inside your mouth possessive. The time as horny teenagers when you just couldn’t keep your hands off one another.

Suguru was always a stubborn even then, you think, as the tug on your scalp brings you out of your thoughts. You don’t think like you used to.

“Hah—!” You don’t mean to cry out so loudly, body jolting from the shock of his harsh slap to your ass.

“Pay attention love, it’s rude to ignore me when I’m speaking,” he chides easily, hips never stopping at he fucks you at a cruel pace, your earlier releases dripping and drying on your inner thigh as you grip the sheets beneath you.

The man behind you, keeping you pinned and face first into the bed, hasn’t changed all that much since you were younger and more naive. He was always smart and calculating, every step like a chess battle he was determined to win.

“You’re really cute today, did you dress up just for me?” He’s referring to the lovely dress he’d torn off you, a gift from him no less, but you hadn’t actually expected to see him. Not after the weeks of silence which he likes to subject you to, but ultimately you prefer staying none the wiser of his movements and actions.

You clamp down on his cock as he reaches around you, gathering your slick up and rubbing it over your puffy nub while he continues to nail your deepest parts without mercy. “I missed you, did you miss me too?” He’s vile for playing with your heart like this, chest constricting painfully as tears leak down your cheeks. You answer despite it all, the pleasure and odd emotional pain mixing into something you have no name for but are clearly addicted to. “Y-yes, missed y-you ‘Sugu—!” You’re a mess of tears and drool as you feel another climax wash over you, face turned while he holds one hand in your hair to keep you pressed nicely below him.

“Hm, you’re cute even when you lie though.” He’s upset, you can tell from how rough he’s being with you, but you can do nothing about it.

“That’s okay my sweet little liar,” his chest touches your back, forcing you into an even deeper arch as he pounds into you. The lewd noises in the hotel room grow louder as you struggle to breathe through all the pleasure he’s subjecting you to. His hand doesn’t stop rubbing you even as you shatter, body jerking and attempting to escape from the overstimulation as he chuckles and pressed you down further. “S’too much—,” it’s a pathetic keen deep from within your throat as you’re made to take it, his thrusts only hitting deeper with how he’s got you pressed. His long hair tickles your cheek, eyes wet and blurry as you try to stay conscious.

“I think it’s not enough, don’t you? Since you keep slipping away if I fall asleep.” You couldn’t if you tried, he allows you to leave, but you can hear something dark in his tone now. His nails dig into your scalp, dragging your hair into his clutch and tugging painfully. He’s forcing your head further to the side and up so he can look at you, undeterred by your fucked out appearance as he sneers.

“You really like playing hard to get don’t you? Even in school you acted oblivious, but I’m not letting that slide anymore.”

“‘Sugu—!” Your squeal is soon muffled as he forces your face into the bedding, his angle changing so his tip painfully nails against your cervix.

“Since you won’t make a decision, I’ve made one for you.” You aren’t strong enough to sit up, body unwilling to listen as he assaults you with pure bliss and promise of another release. “I’m not letting you go anymore. You’ve worn even my patience out.” You’re delirious, his eyes drinking in your lax expression as his balls draw tight.

“No need to cry baby, you’ve got one more in you, cum again for me.” His husky voice is moaning right into your ear, fingers shifting to pinch your poor swollen clit, forcing you into a sharp climax as you soak his cock while he finishes just behind you.

“That’s it,” his teeth are grit, brows drawn tight as a sense of rightness washes over him, decision final now that he’s come to it. “So good for me,” but the opposite feeling consumes you, his kiss and hand gentle as he brushes the hair sticky with sweat off your forehead.

He’s not going to let you go anymore.

Post dividers/@cafekistune

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[therealmilfdennys]

Give us the pegging Steven hc NOW🤤🤤

Alrighty first of like four lol. Stven Grant Pegging Headcanons  cw: pegging obvi, sex onbvi, praise/degredation kink, femdom (but kinda reads like trans male too so) Jake Lockley’s good natured bullying, and obviously sub!steven grant. mndi please god i dont want to be sued

Alright to start off he 100% does not bring this up the first time. He wants to, desperately, but the words can’t escape him. He feels like his jaw is glued together permanantly everytime he tries to bring it up.  You bring it up casually, over dinner, and he almost chokes on his veggie wrap. He flushes red and his eyes widen and he looks os sweet sitting there with a leg suddenly thrown over the other.  He’d finish chewing and clear his throat, running a finger around his collar. Lockley in the back of his head making some snarky little remark, something about him being  pillowbiter he doesnt know for sure. He’s focused on your warm hands pressing against his cheeks.  He’staring up at you in a daze, eyes a little hazy. You get scared for a moment because you’re genuinely afraid you broke the poor thing. Until he pouts a bit and goes “Here I am working up the courage to ask and it’s like you’ve read my mind”  It probably forces a little “HA!” out of you, your own cheeks heating a bit.  He leans up and kisses you a bit. You hadn’t been planning on doing it this afternoon but he’s making you want to. 

Needless to say you order your equipment. A nice soft beige colored harness and the smallest dildo the website said was good for ‘begginers’, whcih you felt was safe to assume of Steven.  He’s bubbling over with excitement when the packages arrive, scooping them up in strong arms to drop on the bed and unwrap while you’re at work.  He stares at them for a good bit, lube, toy, harness, all laid neatly on the made bed. He psychs himself out, once, twice, and then decides he trusts you with this with some coaxing from Marc and some gentle teasing from Jake. 

You return home to a shirtless Steven Grant which is odd but not unwelcome. He’s fidgety, keeps throwing you simmering little nervous glances. His cheeks and ears seem eternally stained pink. “We uhh, we got a few packages in the post today. Thought- Well I thought I’d let you know.” He states what he hopes is casually.  He’s burning up inside and he fucking HOPES you can’t see actual steam rolling ot of his ears like some silly cartoon Jake watches.  It makes you laugh through your nose, hi lack of subtely. He’s been walking around half naked (by his standards at least) all evening and he knows the only things you’ve ordered have been the ‘equipment’. It’s sweet of him to try. 

He ends up on his back, holding his left hin to keep himself open wide enough for you to work betweeen his legs. HIs thighs quiver every couple of seconds, He’s whimpering and keening quitely as you work him open, slow and sure. One hand patting at his thigh as the other rubs at his hole gently, dipping in for a few seconds every now and then. 

He has his head thrown back when you finally wiggle two fingers in. He’s relaxed and pliant underneath you, staring dazed up the slanted ceiling.  “Feels so good...” “S’so sensitive lovey..” “Oh please love...”  He’s talking to distract himself from the overwhelming feeling and his stiff cock laid against the softness of his tummy. He swears you spent an hour getting him worked up and now you’re spending another hour stretching him open.  “I’m ready, I’m ready please sweet thing. Wan’it so bad.” He whmipers pitifully, arms lsung over his burning face.  The first stroke in has him gasping for air he cant seem to get. It worries you for a moment, but the drip of pre that slides from the tip of his pretty cock makes you stop short of stopping our hips.  When you finally slide hom he drops from his seized position to partially sprawl himself across the bed, a dizzy little grin on his lips. 

“That feels lovely,,” “I’m so full darlin...oh its heavenly..”  He gets praisey when he feels good, knows how much you like to know he’s enjoying himself. This is one of the only times he feels brave enough to voice it.  The first couple of thrusts pull out little choked sounds from deep in his chest. He almost sounds pained but the bliss in his eyes is enough to tell you he’s not.  ONce a steady rythym is built, hes moaning like a common whore and you tell him as such. “Sweet boy you sound like a slut..” “Sound so pretty bub, know you can be louder though, don’t think the neighbours can hear you yet.”  It’s all in good nature, and you know he knows if his answering groans are anything to go off of.  His cock is slick when you grasp it, thumb sliding up and around the tip just to make his hips twitch for a minute. He’s desperae to cum, eyes honest to god a little teary, looking pitiful in a way only Steven can. It’s endearing honestly. 

Your own thighs feel a little slick as you watch him unravel beneath you, on the silly bright pink plastic cock you’d bought just for him.  When he cums its with a punched out little sound that you can tell comes from deep in his tummy. He tries to curl in on himself but he cant, so he makes a mess of himself, flushed head to toe, making little whimpering sounds as he comes down, tears finally leaking from the corners of his eyes.  He falls to the bed in a haze, euphoric bliss written across his face.  You kiss his chest and praise him gently. Telling him how well he took it, Telling him you’d definately be doing this again.  He giggles a little when you lean up to kiss all over his damp cheeks and forehead. 

He obvously eats you out like a man starved after he calms down a bit, absolutely heartbroken at the thought of leaving you unsatisfied. 

anyway! hes a slut and i love him :(

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