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itsokbbygrl · 17 days

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Make Me Sweat.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+//MDNI!!!!

WC: 6.8k (whoops)

Summary: Javi can't sleep. You can't keep it in your pants recently. Both of you find yourselves dripping on this sunny Saturday morning.

A/N: This is filth. I mean, it's written by me, so it's soft filth, sweet filth, but like, FILTH nonetheless. ♡ Written for my sweet new friend, Kricket @sugarcoated-lame for the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange, and inspired by P looking fucking delectable post-workout in that giant navy t-shirt. Thanks, bby boy. Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Tags: SMUT, PWP, reader understands basic spanish, author is requesting the reader to look up the minimal spanish used themselves if they can't figure it out with context clues, established relationship, f masturbation, sex toys, unprotected PIV, fingering, creampie, breeding kink, body hair mention, reader fits into Javi's oversized t-shirts, reader is able bodied and has female anatomy but otherwise pretty physically undescribed. i think that's it, lmk if i missed something egregious.

Javier woke with a start, heart racing, breaths coming quick and heavy. He closed his eyes and tried to slow, slow, slow it down. Concentrating on his breath, deep inhale, long exhale, again, again, until he felt the parasitic tendrils of his subconsciously derived nightmare recede. He sat up on his side of the bed and ran his palm down his face, the body-warm sheets pooling at the bend of his waist, the cool night air of the bedroom causing his skin to break out in gooseflesh. He peeked at the alarm clock on his bedside table. 5:43AM displayed in bright red light, the time taunting him. Too early to do much, too late to get much more sleep. Javi groaned to himself and decided to greet the day earlier than he anticipated. He leaned over to his side, dropping a soft kiss to the shoulder of his bed partner before lifting the sheets from his body and gently scooting out of bed to avoid waking her.

Javi quietly moved around the room in darkness, grabbing a ratty old t-shirt and some athletic shorts out of a dresser drawer before moving to another to grab a pair of socks and clean underwear. He gently opened the door to the bedroom and padded down the hallway to the kitchen. He grabbed the pad of sticky notes and a pen from the junk drawer and left a note. Couldn’t sleep, went to the gym. Be back in a bit, amorcito. Te amo - Javi. He peeled the note from the pad and stuck it to the coffee maker, knowing that was the first place she always stopped in the mornings, sure to be seen, before grabbing his keys and wallet from the bowl on the countertop and heading to his car.

“That’s it, mi amor, there you go. Just like that, cariño. Take it, take it, take it.”

You writhed from your place below him, face buried in the sheets of your shared bed muffling your unabashed sounds of pleasure, hands gripping desperately at anything they could find. Javi’s hips smacked loudly against the flesh of your ass, his cock hitting you exactly how you needed as he pounded into you from behind. You felt your orgasm building, the coil of muscle in your lower belly tightening, cunt tightening and fluttering around him.

“Can feel you, hermosa, she’s so tight, baby. You gonna come for me, hmm? C’mon, baby, come on it, need to feel you squeeze it like I know you can.”

You were right there, just a few more thrusts and you’d be tumbling over the edge. You tip your head to the side, wanting him to really hear it when you come for him. You let yourself be noisy, needy whines leaving your lips unbidden, tears springing to the corners of your eyes, the feeling of his thick cock so wholly overwhelming inside of you. You start to cry out in earnest as you feel your orgasm cresting, tears falling down your cheeks, pussy a tight, tight vice, gripping him so strongly you fear you may be torturing him just as much as he is you.

“Javier! Javier! Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, please, please, ple–”

You wake with a start. Daylight is only just breaking over the horizon, the cool orange and blue glow of the morning shining through your bedroom window. Your brain begins to register where you are, when you are. You groan and reach over, feeling Javi’s side of the bed empty and cool to the touch. You remember your dream and sigh, wishing he was here to finish taking care of you. You look at your nightstand and see the time—just after 6:30AM. You sigh and wonder where he is this early.

“Jav?” you call out. All that meets you is silence. You sigh and flop onto your back. You can try to get yourself off, but it’s never as good as when he’s there with you. You can be a proverbial teenage boy and take a cold shower to try to kill your arousal. You can try to push it from your mind and go make a pot of coffee and just start your day earlier than you’d planned. “Fuck it,” you say to yourself. You roll over to your nightstand and fish your trusty little vibrator from the drawer, turning to lie back and you shuck your wet panties.

You scoot yourself back, propping yourself up a little, making the angle easier to reach as you turn on your toy and bring it down to your mound, teasing yourself a little, trying to ease your mind back into the place your dream had left off. You part your legs, spreading your folds ever so slightly, and you follow with your hand, touch featherlight, barely gliding the vibrator around the outside of your clit. You whimper and let your imagination wander.

“There you are, cariño. Oh, she’s so wet, look at her drip. You’re getting our sheets so messy. That feel nice, baby?” you hear in his voice. You whine and nod to yourself, answering him. “Drag it lower, hermosa, hear how soaked you are?” You obey him, dragging the toy to your entrance, the vibrations meeting the sloppy mess there and causing an obscene splattering, crackling noise to reverberate through the room. You moan out loud at the sound, at how worked up you are. “Delicious, wish I was there to have a taste. Always so sweet when you wake up. Have one for me, baby, get it nice and wet and have a taste,” he instructs in your mind and you comply, dipping the toy inside and giving yourself a few shallow thrusts before pulling it out, viscous line of your slick still attached, snapping over your stomach and leaving drips of you behind as you bring the toy to your mouth and suck, cleaning it of the remaining stickiness and humming at the sweet sour taste of yourself.

You bring your vibrator back down, placing it back down just next to your clit, not wanting to end things too soon. You let Javier’s voice filter back into your head. “Beautiful, baby. Look at you. Goddess in my bed, making herself feel so nice. Go, baby, put it on your clit like you want. Dámelo.” You use your other hand to pull the little hood back, fully exposing the button of your clit to the air for the first time this morning. The feeling sends zings of pleasure down your spine and you shiver, pussy clenching tight with desire. You move the toy to press directly on your button and you see stars behind your eyes, mouth dropping open, a whiny moan escaping your throat.

“Mierda, cariño. Tan hermosa. Come on, baby, rub her nice and fast for me, want to see my girl come,” you hear him say. You click the button to increase the intensity of the vibrations from the toy and start massaging it in tight, firm circles on your clit, the pleasure almost unbearable. You release the little hood from your hold and use your free hand to push up your sleep shirt, pinching at your nipples. The added stimulation was exactly what you needed and you feel your orgasm crash into you like a tidal wave. You cry out in ecstasy, thighs closing of their own accord as your pussy convulses, waves and waves of creamy slick sliding out of you and down to the sheets below. When the vibrations become overstimulating, you press a long click to turn the toy off and toss it to the side. You lie there for a moment, catching your breath and coming back to reality after so thoroughly rocking your own world. You let out a little giggle, happy hormones flooding your system after such a good orgasm. You snuggle into the pillows for a moment, grabbing Javi’s from his side and inhaling the scent of him that lingers there. The smell of him makes you melancholic for a moment, wishing he had actually been here to experience your morning pleasure with you. You give his pillow a squeeze before putting it back on his side of the bed, throwing your legs over your side and forcing yourself to get up.

You head to your ensuite bathroom first. You strip off your sleep shirt and give your naked body a once over in the mirror, turning to the side and admiring the curvature you find there, a thing you despised for years, but have learned to love through the adoring gaze of your partner. You quickly clean yourself up and brush your teeth before walking to your dresser and grabbing a fresh t-shirt and pair of lounge shorts, throwing them on your body.

Once dressed, you make your way to the kitchen. Daylight has broken over the horizon, bright sun warming the space. You yawn and stretch your arms up high over your head. When you open your eyes, you spot a hot pink square attached to the coffee machine. Curious, you walk over to see what it is and make a pot to share with Javi, wherever he is. You grab the bag of grounds, box of filters, and the measuring spoon from the cabinet above, setting them on the counter, and pull the sticky note away, giving it a read. You release some tension you didn't realize you were holding onto now that you know where Javier is, but you frown knowing he was struggling with sleep, hoping it was just a one-off bout of insomnia and not a symptom of a greater issue.

You dump the requisite amount of coffee grounds into a filter, placing them into the brewing compartment of the machine, filling the water compartment and setting the machine to brew. You grab your favorite mugs—yours a, “World’s Best Grandpa,” joke gift from your little brother, his a vintage speckled cup you found while thrifting that he says reminds him of the mug his dad always used when he was a kid—and set them on the counter next to the brewing pot. You rest your hip against the countertop as the coffee percolates and think about Javier’s note, remembering the last time he dealt with insomnia.

It was early into your relationship. Javier had been home from Colombia for barely a year, still adjusting to the new speed of his life stateside, working the ranch with his papá. He had taken you on a date to the drive-in movie theater and fallen asleep within the first half hour. You’d noticed he had looked tired recently, but weren’t sure if it was your place to pry yet, so you let it be, figuring if it was important, he would tell you. You let him snooze for a few minutes before you gently shook him awake.

“Javier? Javi? Hey,” you softly uttered, rousing him.

“Hmm?” he sleepily replied, smacking his lips and tongue.

“You fell asleep. Is everything ok? Should we reschedule?” You ask, trying to convey nothing but genuine concern with your kind eyes and touch.

“I…what?” Javier starts, confused. “I fell asleep?” He’s visibly embarrassed, cheeks reddening and eyes widening. You can feel his heart rate pick up from where your hand rests on his chest.

“You did. It’s ok, I’m not upset,” you console him. “Just want to make sure you’re ok. Is everything alright? I know this,” you gesture between you, “is still pretty new, but, Javi, I want to know things about you. If something is wrong, I want to know, want you to tell me, want to help if I can. I really,” you trail off momentarily, “I care about you, Jav, a lot.”

Javier sighs and lets his head release, falling towards his chest. He takes a couple deep breaths before he meets your eyes. “I haven’t been sleeping. It’s been, fuck,” he swipes his big palm over his face, “a few weeks now? Can’t get more than a few hours at a time. I’ve been, umm,” he considers his next words. You wait patiently, soothingly rubbing your thumb over his chest. “I’ve been having these dreams. Or memories. I…they feel the same, I don’t know how to describe it. And I can’t, fuck, their faces, I can’t stop seeing their faces, cariño.” You feel something wet drip onto the back of your hand and look up, watching as two more tears fall from Javier’s eyes.

“Oh, Javier, come here, baby,” you coo, wiping his tears with your thumbs before winding your arms around his neck, pulling him bodily to you and holding him tight, allowing him to cry into your shoulder. The movie was all but forgotten that night as you turned down the radio and listened to Javier tell you everything he experienced in Colombia. He told you later on how he was terrified he’d scared you off after that night, but when you asked to see him again the next night, he knew you were something special, someone he didn’t want to lose. You come back to the present, hoping this isn’t his PTSD rearing its ugly head again, but prepared to help him through it, whatever he needs, you’re a team.

You decide to get a head start on breakfast, pulling the carton of eggs, the leftover stir fry veggies from your dinner a couple nights ago, and the cartons of strawberries and blueberries out from the fridge. You bend over to grab your trusty cast iron pan from the lower cabinet and place it on the stovetop, setting the temperature and turning on the oven. You reach for the radio that lives in the kitchen and set it to one of yours and Javier’s favorite stations, swaying to the beat of the music as you crack eight of the eggs into a bowl, using a whisk to whip them into a fluffy scramble before adding the leftover veggies. You season the mixture, dumping it into the pan, and placing it in the oven to bake, setting a timer to check it and fluff the mixture before it fully sets. You turn back to the countertop and grab a cutting board, preparing the strawberries when you hear the garage door open, signaling Javier’s return.

Javier was frustrated. He’d slept like shit, had only a mediocre workout, hit just about every red light on the way home, and then realized he’d left his ear buds on the treadmill after he parked his car back at home. He wished he could start the day over. He took a deep breath and tried to re-center himself before making his way inside, not wanting to drag you into his bad mood.

Javi expected to find you still in bed, the time just past 7:00AM on your day off, but he was pleasantly surprised to find you awake and puttering around the kitchen. He knows you heard him enter the house, but took a minute to admire you from behind while you worked, radio crooning one of your favorite songs, your hips swaying to and fro as you cut fruit for your breakfast. He knew he’d been staring too long already, surprised you hadn’t called him out on it yet, so he moved from his spot in the doorway over to you, gently removing the knife from your hand and winding his strong arms around your waist.

“Morning, hermosa,” he said into your messy bed hair, taking a moment to hold you and reset his day. He felt your body relax in his hold, your hands resting over his own, tilting your head to the side and exposing your neck to him. Javier knew to never look a gift horse in the mouth, tilting his head down, nosing along the tendon there, leaving a soft kiss on your pulse point before continuing their descent lower, down your neck and across your shoulder. You sigh and he smiles.

“You stink,” is the first thing you say to him this morning and it makes him laugh, the two of you long past pulling your punches around each other.

“Went to the gym, did you get my note?” Javier checks.

“Mmhmm, thank you for leaving it. Made me feel better, knowing where you were.”

“Mm good,” Javi replies, giving you a squeeze before releasing you to continue fixing your breakfast. “What’cha got going there, baby?”

He watched you pick up the knife and deftly get back to work. “Have a frittata in the oven, slicing up some strawberries, figured we could throw them in with the blueberries since they’re getting old and need to be finished. Made us some coffee, too. Your mug is out on the counter if you want a cup,” you turn your head and nod in the direction of the mugs. He walks by and kisses you on the cheek before grabbing his mug and the full coffee pot, pouring himself a cup.

“Want me to make you one?” he asks, watching as you shake your head in response.

“That’s ok, thank you though. I’ll fix my own in just a minute, want to finish this first,” and as you finish your sentence the timer beeps. Javi leans his hip on the counter, watching as you bend over, giving him a prime view of your juicy behind. Far too invested to care if he gets staring, he notices your cheeks are bare, loose legs of the shorts doing little to conceal what lies beneath as they ride up just enough while you’re bent over the oven, fluffing the eggy mixture of the frittata. He changes the angle, leaning further to the side and tilts his head to get a better view, fully perving on you now, and he catches a peek of what he’d hoped he’d find. Your sweet, soft, wholly bare pussy greets his eyes. Tan hermosa, Javi thinks, loving the way he can see wetness lingering on your lips. He whistles low and soft, causing you to turn to face him, shutting the oven door and resetting the kitchen timer.

“What?” you chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest, inadvertently drawing his eyes to your breasts beneath your shirt.

“Just enjoying the view,” Javi replies, taking a slurp of his coffee, casting his eyes down to your now hidden pussy, before lifting them back to meet your gaze. He watches as your breath hitches ever so slightly in your chest, eyes growing wider. He knows you know you’ve been caught, thinks it’s sweet that you still find it a little scandalous being caught bare around him after how long you’ve been together, everything you’ve been through together. He glances at the timer, 10 minutes remain, he can work with that.

He sets his mug down and moves forward, caging you between his broad chest and the countertop. He’ll never get over the way you look at him, how much want he finds in your eyes. He still can’t believe he gets to call you his, permanently, that you’d wanted to keep him forever just as much as he wanted to keep you. Javier brings a hand up to cup your face, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone and feels you nuzzle into his palm. “You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you, cariño? ¿Dónde están tus bragas, hmm?”

He feels you smile against his palm. When you speak, you’re looking directly into his eyes. “Had to take them off, they were all wet.” He anticipated your dirty mouth, but didn’t expect you to say that. He shakes himself out of the stupor.

“Oh?” he starts, softly dragging his hand along your jaw, briefly pinching your chin between his forefinger and thumb before they continue their journey down, down, down, over your neck, between your clothed breasts and lower, over your stomach, the muscles jumping at his touch. “Why’s that, baby? Something happen while I was gone?” he asks, touch feathering where he knows you're desperate for him before taking mercy and cupping his wide palm over your heated sex.

“Might’ve,” you sigh, teasing him right back. He loves this about you, you always give just as good as you get, keeping him on his toes.

“Yeah, cariño? What happened? Tell me, baby,” he requests, pushing the heel of his hand up, giving you more of the pressure you’re craving. He feels you tuck your face into his neck, grinding down into his touch, your arms winding around his neck to keep him close, as if he would ever pull away from this, from you.

“I had a sexy dream,” you start. “I, mmm, I—you were railing me, Javier, so fucking good,” you take a second to rub into him, breath hot and damp against his neck. He’s going to get light headed with how fast the blood is rushing to his cock. “You had me face down, ass up. You were, ahhhh, so fucking deep, stretching me so good, had me screaming for you, and I, fuck, I woke up right before I came,” you finish, fully whining now, grinding with his hand in a slow, syrupy rhythm.

“Ángel, mierda,” Javi says. “Need me, baby? Need me to touch that sweet, neglected little cunt?”

“Not that neglected,” he hears you mumble into his neck.

Javi drops his voice to that deep timbre he knows works you up like nothing else. “That so? ‘M I gonna be spoiling her? Giving her this much attention? Sounds like you took care of her already, hmm?”

He feels you shake your head and hum a “uh uh,” sound. You peel your face away from his neck and tilt your head back, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “Made her come once, but she needs you, too. Please, Javier, amor, te necesito.” And how can he ever deny you when you ask so nicely?

“Jump up,” he requests, grabbing you by the waist to help guide you as you hop up to sit on the counter. He reaches to the hem of your t-shirt, dragging it up your torso. “Lift,” he instructs, and you comply easily, raising your arms overhead as he finishes pulling the garment up and off you, tossing it to the side, using both hands to gently knead at your breasts. You smile and sigh at the feeling and he hums in approval, wanting nothing more than to please you.

Javier grabs your hands, cock twitching in his shorts at the sheer size difference between you, and brings them to pick up where his own left off. “Touch, feel yourself, cariño, there you go,” he encourages, watching as you squeeze and pinch and flick at your own nipples, little quakes traveling through your body at the feeling. He slides his palms beneath your shorts, pushing them down, caressing his hands over the swell of your ass as he goes. You lift yourself up helpfully as he tugs the garment down and off your legs. You’re a vision from his place at your feet, gorgeous tits in your hands, your cheeks heated, breathing heavily, eyelids fighting to remain open. He watches you shiver and he gets an idea.

He reaches behind his neck and tugs his own sweaty t-shirt away from his body. He flips it around and bunches it up in his hands. “Arms up, hermosa,” he commands. You release your breasts from your grip and look at him, eyes glazed over in pleasure. You give him a slightly confused look, but comply, once again raising your arms above your head. Javier carefully guides your arms through the holes before pulling the shirt down over your head.

“Winnie the Poohing it in the kitchen on a Saturday morning. Casual,” you joke, giggling, and it lights his heart on fucking fire. So sexy, so smart, so silly, all rolled into one perfect package for him. He sends a thanks to the heavens, assuming his mamá pulled some strings up there to bring you to him, unable to explain it any other way. He chuckles with you, easing the tension slightly, cooling you both off a little before things get too hot too fast.

“Always so fucking sexy in my clothes,” he remarks, unable to help himself.

“Trying to get me in the shower with you, amor? Could’ve just asked,” you retort cheekily, gently tugging the sweaty t-shirt away from your body.

Javier hums. “No, mi ángel, s’not that…know I’m about to be covered in you—my fingers, my mouth, my cock are going to reek of your sweet pussy, might never be able to get the smell out.” To drive his point home he reaches his hand down to where you’re absolutely weeping for him and drags two of his thick fingers through the wet mess he finds there, coating them thoroughly in your juices before bringing them up to his nose and taking a deep inhale, groaning at the scent of you, before stuffing them in his mouth, sucking and savoring the taste of you. “Wanted you to reek of me, too. Fair is fair.”

Your smaller hands dart out from where they had been holding his shirt, grabbing his face and hauling his mouth to yours. The kiss is feverish, desperate, teeth knocking, tongues aggressively searching each other’s mouth. Javier brings his fingers back to your cunt, gathering your wetness and coating them thoroughly before teasing one at your entrance. The feeling makes you gasp, pulling back from the kiss enough to nod, before he sinks his finger inside you. The tight warmth he finds within your body is incomparable. You both look down to where his finger slides in and out of you, watching the obscenity of it, the beauty of your creamy slick coating the single digit. He gives you a few pumps before adding a second finger. He can feel the stretch of your walls, working to accommodate him so graciously.

“Good girl, baby. There you go, just relax and let yourself feel it. S’nice, so fucking wet, cariño, look how creamy you are today.” He hears you groan at that, your breathing picking up as he explores you from within, curling his fingers to rub against the soft spongy spot he knows makes you see stars.

“Think I’m, shit, think I’m ovulating. Or close, or something. I’ve been so needy, can’t get enough of you. Need you in me, on me, around me all the time,” he hears you say and it almost knocks the wind out of him. You’re not done yet though and you continue, “Honestly, I’m not even mad about the shirt, think the fucking stink of you is making me drip. Pheromones or some shit. Had to shove my face in your pillow this morning after I came,” you finish.

Javi uses his free hand to push his shorts down, finally freeing his hard cock to the warm air of the kitchen. He’s leaking, tip shiny with pearlescent wetness. He uses his free hand to swipe it from his head onto his fingertips, and brings them up to your mouth. “Open for me, hermosa. Taste me, take me inside you like this first, baby.” You’re looking at him like he hung the moon just for you, and maybe he did. He would. He’d do anything for you. You open your mouth for him, so soft and sweet and plush, and he feeds you his own slick at the same time that he removes his soaked fingers from you and brings them to his mouth, getting another taste of you, feeding each other in the most primal way.

Javier grabs his thick cock in hand and gives himself a few strong pumps to take the edge off, loving having your eyes on him like this. He steps back towards you and grabs your right leg first, bending it at the knee, opening your hip wide, and placing the heel on the countertop, messy pussy on full display for him in this position. He swipes his cock through your wet folds, coating himself in your slick again and again. He rubs his head against your clit over and over and over, nerve endings alight, zipping pleasure through both of your centers.

“Javi, baby, fuck, please, please, I need you inside me, please put it inside me,” you beg. And who is he to deny you when you ask like that, his earth angel. He notches his cock at your entrance and starts pressing forward, the wide head of him popping through the tight opening of your sex, both of you moaning aloud at the feeling. He’s overcome with the feeling of being inside you like this. You’re so wet and tight and hot—the temperature of you something he can never replicate on his own.

He presses forward firmly, but gently, knowing he’ll always be a stretch for you to take. “Doing so good, hermosa, keep breathing for me. There you go, let me in, baby,” he praises, having learned his words do wonders to help you focus on the moment and keep your muscles relaxed. He uses his thumb to rub soft circles into your clit, watches as you shiver at his touch, feels you soften further, sweet pussy dripping more slick around him to help him slide forward. Before he presses all the way inside, Javier draws his hips back, cock sluicing out, and presses back in. He repeats his slow, shallow thrusts a few more times, obsessed with how your cunt is coating him in thick creamy wetness, the squishing sound it makes with every movement intoxicating.

He looks at your face as he presses in deeper, extending each of his next thrusts until he’s fully sheathed. Your eyes are closed, mouth agape, lips bitten and kiss swollen, your eyebrows raised in pleasure. You’re breathing heavily, chest rising and falling visibly as you let out the most beautiful noises he’s ever heard. You’re unreal, a goddess divine, and he will gladly worship at your altar until the day he dies.

“Baby, ángel, mi amorcito, eres toda mi vida, me tienes para siempre,” he lets the words fall from his lips prayerfully, immediately making good on his promise.

“Javier, javier, fuck me, amor, fuck me harder,” you gasp out to him and who is he to defy the will of the divine?

“Hold onto me, amorcito, gonna give you what you need.” Javi feels your hands slide around his sides under his arms as he continues to thrust in hard and slow, wrapping your arms around his back and holding onto his shoulders before wrapping your legs around his hips, locking your ankles in the dip of his lower back. “There you go, baby, so perfect for me. Stop me if it’s too much, ok?” He lifts your chin with his finger, meeting your eyes to make sure you’re both on the same page. You look wrecked and he’s sure he’s no better off. He leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss far less debauched than the last.

You break away and rest your forehead against his, the gesture releasing a thousand butterflies within him. “Ok, I will, I promise,” you reply sweetly, and Javier lets himself go. He immediately pulls almost completely out of your wet clutch before throwing his hips forward, hard. It punches the air out of your lungs on a scream, so he does it again, and again, speeding up with each thrust until you’re nothing more than an animated moan. Your fingers are clutching at his shoulders, half moon divots of your nails leaving him branded with your pleasure.

Javi knows you’re doing well, that you feel good, but he hasn’t made you make that sound yet, the one he knows so well, the one that makes your eyes roll back and body go limp. He changes the angle, bending his knees and tucking his hips under to get leverage towards the front wall of your soaking cunt.

“JAVI, there, there, there, oh fuck, please, baby, don’t stop, please,” you cry out, your pussy squeezing him so hard he fears he may come right then. You start to whimper, breath hitching over and over and he knows what comes next. You can’t help yourself when it gets like this, he knows, so it doesn’t scare him anymore when he sees you start crying, tears streaming down your cheeks. He knows it’s a way for your body to release, ease the tension that’s been building within you. He moves the hand bracing himself against the cabinets to your cheek, wiping away the tears as they flow, giving you the comfort he knows you need when this happens.

“So beautiful, amorcito, so sweet for me, soft little pussy doing such a good job, baby. She’s holding me so tight, so nicely,” he babbles, listening to the way your pussy absolutely squelches for him. He wonders if you’re right, if you’re ovulating right now. The thought sends a shiver down his spine. The most primal part of his brain ignites, making it hard for him to think about anything other than pumping you full of his spend, his seed, letting it take. You’ve talked about it, you’re both open to the possibility and decided to let nature run its course. If it happens, neither of you will be upset about it, and now, he wants it to happen, wants to be the cause, strut around with his chest puffed out, showing the world that you’re his, his goddess incarnate creating life through nothing but your love and pleasure.

He’s brought back to the present when he feels you rocket through your orgasm. Cunt squeezing him so tightly he thinks you might push him out. He hears you scream his name as he continues to drive hard into your favorite spot, fluttering walls of your pussy massaging him from the inside. “Javi, javi, oh shit, fuck, I’m–Javi, I’m gonna—” he hears you get out before he feels a splash against his lower belly and he looks down just in time to see you squirt all over him and the kitchen floor.

“Cariño, mierda, gorgeous, so fucking amazing, look at you coming for me. You’re unreal, mi diosa, mi cielito,” Javier praises as he slows his thrusts, knowing you need it softer after such an intense experience. He strokes his hand over your hair soothingly, petting you gently before bringing his hand to your cheek, tipping your head to look at him and he smiles when he meets your eyes. “There you are, baby. Did so good. You ok if I keep going? I’m close, promise, I’ll be careful with you.”

You smile back at him and his heart clenches in his chest. Your smaller hand comes up to cup his cheek, mirroring him, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone as he did for you. “Go, baby. Want you to come for me. Want you to come inside me,” you encourage him. Not for the first time this morning, Javier feels time stand still.

“But you said,” he starts.

“I know, I know what I said. Do it. Come inside me, Javi. Dump it deep, make it stick.”

Your words rattle around in his brain on loop, it’s all he can think about as he picks up the pace again. He tucks his arms underneath your knees, lifting them up and pressing them back towards your shoulders, opening your sweet center to him fully. He looks down, watching his big cock disappear and reappear over and over again, shiny wet and covered in your come, the thatch of hair at his base coated in your thick white creaminess. He’s going to do what you asked. He’s going to come so deep inside you that it can’t help but take. He’ll give you whatever you want, would give you his own life if you asked.

You must feel him tensing, knowing he’s close, because he feels you sweetly push his sweaty hair back and lean forward, leaving a soft kiss to his damp forehead before giving the wet beads there a little kitten lick, giggling cutely as you taste the saltiness and curling your tongue back into your mouth. Content little menace, teasing like you didn’t just get fucked within an inch of your life, he thinks. It works for him though, spurs him on as he thinks about more of you, little yous, in the world. He groans and feels his balls pulling up, knows he’s right there.

“Come, Javi, please. Want it, fill me, baby. Come on,” you chant, moving your arms down to grip his ass, pulling him into you. He moans loudly, giving you one, two, three more strong pumps before he releases. He convulses with the force of it, spurt after spurt of thick come coating you from the inside. You hold him tight, stroking your hands gently up and down his back soothingly. He feels cherished here in your arms and he can’t imagine being anywhere else right now.

BRRRRRRRRRING, BRRRRRRRRRING, BRRRRRRRRING, BRRRRRRRRING

You laugh and Javier feels it from inside you. “Eggs are finished cooking,” you say nonchalantly.

“Yeah, hopefully,” Javi says under his breath. He grunts softly as he pulls himself from the warmth of your body. He notices you move to get down and get the eggs and he stops you immediately. “No, you stay right there. And keep your hips up, need all the help we can get,” he says as he nods towards the devastating mess of your pussy.

His words send a shiver through you and you whimper quietly, staying in your position as he requested, reaching a hand down to cup your mound and hold in as much of his come as you can. The sight makes him feel feral and he growls. He leans over and kisses your forehead, lingering for a moment before he pulls away to get the breakfast you so kindly prepared for the two of you out of the oven.

“Mmm, smells delicious, cariño. Thank you for cooking for us,” Javier praises.

“It was nothing, really. Easy recipe. It’ll be a good one to use with kids actually, can use it to trick ‘em into eating their veggies, too. Just load it up with cheese,” you chuckle in reply. Javier looks at you with stars in his eyes, the way you’re already making considerations for an expanding family. He can’t help the way he pulls you in, kissing you with everything he’s feeling, how thankful he is for your presence in his life, how deeply in love he is with you, how excited he is for your future together. You give it to him right back and he knows.

“Thank you,” he reiterates, leaning his forehead against your own.

“Of course, Javier. Can’t imagine doing it for anyone else, with anyone else. Now can you please run to the bedroom and grab me a pair of panties from the drawer? I’d like to be able to use this hand at some point today,” you laugh and he laughs in return.

“I’ve got you, hermosa. Un momento.” Javier scampers to your bedroom, grabbing your favorite pair of comfort panties before making his way back to the kitchen. He holds them up and you smile at him in a way that lets him know he made the right choice. He helps slide them up your legs and over your behind, using his fingers to flatten the waistband around your hips. “Here, let me grab your t-shirt,” Javi says, moving to grab your discarded clothes from the floor.

“No, Jav, it’s ok. Want to wear this one,” you reply, nuzzling your face into the shoulder of his dirty, old t-shirt. He swears his cock gives a feeble twitch at the sight.

“Ok, baby, that’s fine. You can keep that one,” he confirms and holds out a hand to help you hop off the counter.

“Good,” you reply, hands dusting off your thighs, the shirt fitting you in your favorite way, as you’ve told him, just covering your panties. “It makes me feel sexy, I can’t really describe why, but I do. You’re just so fucking broad, baby, your shirts hang off me, it’s hot as fuck,” you’d told him once and he never forgot it.

“We’ll have to get you some more, make sure you have plenty of options,” Javier started. “Need you to be comfy while you cook,” he finished, reaching a hand out to casually graze against your lower stomach. He looks up to find your jaw dropped open, eyes getting that faraway, glazed over look, and he knows what’s coming next. “Baby, your breakfast,” he reasons.

“Fuck breakfast, we have a microwave. Can you go again?” you ask, reaching out to palm at his semi-soft cock.

The feeling of your hand against his sensitive skin makes him shiver. “For you, cariño? Always.”

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deal - cl16 (13/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Sharing the bed with your roommate sounds pretty normal. Until ... just wait and see.

Warnings: 18+ (kissing, fingering, mentions of sex), fluff, Charles being worried

Word Count: 3.2k

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Between sleep and being awake is that brief, fleeting moment when you feel more than you think. Your body is relaxed, your heart beats slowly but firmly, and the thoughts that usually keep you awake at night tend to float around in your head like shallow fog.

You snuggle deeper into bed.

Under the covers, it's as toasty warm as summer. It feels like you're lying in the sun after a nap on the beach and slowly waking up, which you now want to avoid at all costs, so you press your face back into the soft pillow and the warmth envelops you like a cocoon you never want to slip out of.

As the comforter slides down a bit from your chest and finds its place warm and heavy on your waist, goosebumps spread on your bare arms. Annoyed, you reach for the hem of the blanket, expecting to feel the fluffy fabric between your fingers so you can wrap yourself in that warmth again, just so you don't lose that feeling. This feeling of home.

But it's not the blanket that's warm and heavy on you.

Charles' hand slides from your waist over your stomach, or rather, under your shirt, and wraps around your middle to pull you closer to him. His chest is hard and firm against your back, and his splayed fingers burn against the soft skin of your belly. They brush over your ribs until they slide under your body and his thumb pauses at the curve of your breast.

You breathe deeply as his legs tangle with yours under the covers, leaving not a millimeter of space between your bodies. Charles nestles his face into the crook where your neck meets your shoulder, and his lips graze your burning skin.

"You're so warm," he whispers barely audible, his breath gently brushing your cheek like a summer breeze. He slides even closer to you, which is barely possible, and holds you so tightly that you couldn't squirm out of his grip even if you tried.

Which you don't. Why should you? No cozy blanket or nap in the sun has ever felt as good, as right, as Charles does at this moment. Behind you, pressed against you, so close you can breathe him in.

You press closer to him, to his warmth, to that feeling of home that you don't want to let go of, but just as you're about to push against him, he murmurs in your ear.

"Don't do this." His voice is low and raspy, sending a shiver down your spine.

You turn your head a little in his direction so that his lips move from the uncovered part of your shoulder to your jaw, spreading feather-light kisses that set your whole body on fire. Innocently you look at him, though you can feel exactly what you're setting off in him. "Why not?"

His hand pulls a little on your upper body, so you have to turn a little. As his splayed fingers slowly roam over your chest and brush against your nipple, your chest arches into his hand as if of its own accord. You moan softly. It's the most beautiful sound Charles has ever heard.

"Because then I can't guarantee anything." He props himself up on his elbow to look down at you. His gaze searches yours and his sparkling green eyes wait for a reaction from you. Which he gets, as he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger under your shirt. You draw your eyebrows together and whine. You want more. So much more. "And because then I can't stop."

Your hand slides slowly up his hard, uncovered chest, along the nape of his neck, and your fingers weave through his hair, disheveled by sleep. As you tug gently, he moans and leans his head back a little so you can press a kiss to where his jaw meets his neck. As you gently suck on his pulse, a low rumble escapes Charles' throat. "Then don't."

His mouth isn't gentle or soft, but feral and wild as he leans over you and captures your lips like it's the most natural thing in the world. Charles pushes his tongue between your lips in a demanding manner, licking into your mouth as his hand, which was against your chest a moment ago, reaches for the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

Against your expectations, he doesn't immediately pounce on your breasts, as his hand now moves to your neck to curl around it slightly so that his thumb is under your chin. He tilts your head back and his kisses travel from your mouth, to your jaw, across your neck. As he gently slides his teeth over your collarbone, you press his face even closer.

"Slow down, mon amour." He pulls back from you a bit so he can look at you. "I plan to enjoy this." His lips move further down, kissing your flaming skin, and as they close around your left nipple and suck, you nearly lose your mind.

"Charles," you moan, and his name coming out of your mouth sounds to him like a prayer finally being answered.

"What is it, ma cherie?" He lifts his head a little and looks up from your breasts, unrelenting hunger and desire and lust in them. "Tell me what you need, Y/N. I'll give you anything you want." Without taking his eyes off you, he runs his hand down your electrified body and slides under the hem of your panties to linger on the heat between your legs before sitting up to strip you of the last piece of clothing.

"You, Charles," you moan as he's over you again, his finger sliding between your folds and collecting the wetness. Your hand curls around his bicep. For God's sake, he definitely shouldn't stop touching you. "I just need you."

His face is back above yours as his finger gently enters you, and unbridled, you moan into his mouth. "I'm here, mon amour." He kisses the left corner of your mouth, and then your right, as his thumb circles over your swollen bud. All you want, all you feel, is Charles. "I'm yours, mon amour. Forever." As you feel his hard cock against your thigh, you arch toward him.

"But you have to spread your legs a little for me, love. Come on, just a little bit more."

You startle as the door suddenly opens. The blanket is tangled between your legs, and although it doesn't cover you, you're so indescribably hot that it would be a miracle if you didn't sweat through the mattress.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Charles smiles, standing in the doorway dressed only in sweatpants, his arms crossed in front of his chest. You can't miss his powerful biceps. Neither his abs. "Did you sleep well?" Drops of water bead off his wet hair and fall onto his wet chest, where they roll over his skin toward his stomach. Apparently he's just been in the shower.

You'd like to hide under the covers, because having to look your roommate in the face after such a dream is definitely too much so early in the morning.

But Charles' gaze is gentle as he sits down on the foot of the bed. If you were to hide from him right now, he would immediately notice that something was wrong. And explaining your dream to him is definitely out of the question.

"Very well, in fact," you answer truthfully, because you really haven't slept so deeply and soundly in a long time. You are completely rested and refreshed, as if last night never happened. You push aside the thought that Charles is the reason why you slept so well. And even more so the dream that still haunts your brain. "How about you?"

Your friend nods slightly, and apparently the seam of your comforter is so much more interesting than looking you in the face. "Definitely better than on the couch," he smiles. "I got breakfast, by the way. Or brunch, rather. It's already eleven o'clock."

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. "I slept that long?" you ask, horrified, and jump out of bed. Your cell phone tells you that Charles is telling the truth - you slept through half the day.

Charles laughs. "You did. But it's great!" He also gets up from the bed and leaves the bedroom, you follow him. "You said you haven't had a decent night's sleep in a long time. And if I can help you with that, all the better."

You'd love to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

On the kitchen table, breakfast is indeed ready, consisting of two pain au chocolat and two croissants, toppings and orange juice. You give your roommate a look, but Charles just shrugs.

"I remember that tasted good the day before yesterday. I thought we could keep breakfast that way." He sits down in his chair, and the way he's leaning, wearing only sweatpants and his wet hair, you have to look away, because even though you're vehemently trying to shoo the dream from your mind, it's still very present. Heat rushes to your cheeks. How are you supposed to live with this?

With his foot, he pushes your chair off the table so you can sit down.

You point toward the bathroom. "You can go ahead and get started. I'll be right back."

The cold water on your face helps cool you down a little, but unfortunately it can't stop the racing thoughts.

Dreaming like this about Charles, your friend, crosses every single boundary you've set. You also don't know why you dreamed about him like that, after all, he didn't give you any reason to. He didn't flirt with you or touch you in any proper way - so why did your subconscious decide to betray you like this?

You sit down on the toilet lid and put your head in your hands.

The dream felt so good, so real, that you can't possibly leave it behind. Is this what it would feel like if Charles actually kissed you? Touched you? Touched you like this? Would he take your breath away, make your skin burn, devour you completely?

Okay, stop. You definitely don't want to tumble down this rabbit hole.

You quickly comb your hair so you don't look quite so sleepy, and brush your teeth before leaving the bathroom again and joining your friend, who hasn't touched breakfast yet but is looking annoyed at his cell phone in his hand.

"Are you okay?" you ask as you sit down across from him and reach for one of the two pain au chocolat.

Charles, who was so engrossed in his phone, now looks up at you. "My boss texted me. I'm actually on break until next year, but apparently I have to go to a meeting in a few days, which I'm afraid I can't sit out." He puts the phone on the table with the screen down and grabs one of the croissants.

"But if it's just a meeting, it can't take that long, right?" you ask him, tilting your head.

Charles exhales audibly. "You would think so. But the meeting is in Italy and is supposed to last over four days." He pours orange juice into the two empty glasses sitting on the table between you. "So we wouldn't meet again until next week."

You nod your thanks to him and take a sip. "When do you have to leave?"

Charles purses his lips. "The day after tomorrow."

Disappointed, you slump back in your chair. So you only have a day and a half before he leaves. And then you won't see each other for four days.

But maybe the distance would do you good. In two days, you've grown so fond of Charles that it's almost unhealthy. You've become so attached to him that you don't want to let him out of your life, and you already know that you're going to miss him immensely for the whole four days.

After what happened to your old circle of friends, you swore you would never take anyone into your heart so easily again, but Charles - Charles is just Charles. He's nice, friendly and funny, and even though you fight - according to Kika - like an old married couple, you know for sure that you would make up within the next few hours.

Calling Charles just your roommate or friend wouldn't do justice to how you feel about him.

"Can you last that long without me?" you joke, biting into your pain au chocolat.

Charles, grinning, puts his hand on the spot on his chest where his heart beats. "My heart beats only for you, mon amour. It hurts when you're not with me."

At the term of endearment, the dream flickers before your eyes again, and suddenly the pastry in your hands is so exciting that you can't take your eyes off it, while warmth shoots into your cheeks and your heart beats faster.

Maybe the distance is actually doing you good.

And maybe there's nothing wrong with Charles being away for the next few days. Just in case Raphael decides to show up outside your apartment again and wait for you. You want to keep your buddy out of the drama, which would be pretty difficult if your ex suddenly showed up at the apartment door and Charles was here.

Possibly you could talk to Raphael, get him to come to his senses so he'll finally leave you alone. And that would work best if the conversation was between the two of you. Without involving your roommate in the matter.

"You certainly have to work anyway, so time flies. Besides, Kika and Pierre are still in town. They're both quite charmed by you, too."

You pucker your lips into a thin line and knead your hands in your lap. "I'm sorry I didn't let you know I was at Kika's last night. And also for not answering my phone when you called."

Charles takes a sip of his juice. "'It's all right. I was just really worried because you said you'd let me know when you got home. I thought something had happened to you. Especially since your ex-boyfriend won't leave you alone."

Charles is completely right about that, of course. But you don't tell him that, especially since he won't be spending the next few days in Monaco and shouldn't worry about you.

"I'm really sorry, Charles. I didn't want you to worry."

Your roommate leans forward and crosses his fingers on the table. "As long as that guy is still out there doing his thing and bothering you, I'll always worry. But you're a big girl, and I trust you to call me as soon as you need help." He smiles gently. "But if something happens, make sure you call and then I'll come home right away, all right?"

You return his smile. "I promise."

After breakfast and after you've washed the dishes, you clean up the apartment a bit. While you clean the bathroom, Charles dusts the furniture in the living room and wipes the countertop in the kitchen with a damp rag. When you both finish and arrive in the bedroom, you stand indecisively in front of the bed where your sleeping stuff still lies.

Charles looks at you. "What do you think?" He points to the bed with a nod of his head. "Do you have a problem continuing to share the bed with me? And please be honest with me. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in any way."

You look at him. His gaze rests gently on you, and apparently he cares incredibly much that you feel comfortable in his presence. Which makes the guilty conscience that blossoms in you like a sunflower in summer because of the dream grow even bigger. You shouldn't feel that way about your friend. The only reason you could feel uncomfortable is your own thoughts that haunt you and make you wish there was more between you two than friendship.

But you must nip this thought, this hope, in the bud as soon as possible. It's all the better that he won't be here for the next few days.

Charles notices you stepping from one foot to the other. "If you think we might have snuggled tonight, let me reassure you. Nothing happened. And even if something had happened, that would be okay. After all, we're friends sharing a bed. I'd be surprised if we didn't touch each other in our sleep. Or cuddle. After all, it's the most normal thing in the world." He raises his eyebrows. "I mean, as long as you're okay with that."

You take a look at the rumpled bed and covers that are the only barrier between you at night. Like Charles said, you haven't slept as well as you did tonight in ages, and no matter how much you want to tell yourself it's not him, you have to admit to yourself that his presence calms you immensely. Even in your sleep.

You turn to him. "All right. But as soon as things get weird, then we'll end this and go back to our old deal, all right?"

Charles has to grin. "Why? You don't want to cuddle with me, do you? I swear to you, once you cuddle with me, you'll never want to sleep without me again."

You roll your eyes as Charles grin widens. He throws himself full force onto the bed - your side of the bed - and crosses his arms behind his head, revealing his bare muscular chest. For sure, the whole bed will smell like him in a moment.

"When you cuddle me out of bed," you begin, moving around the bed to lie on his side of it, Charles' eyes following your every move and as you snuggle into his bedclothes, blush rises in his cheeks. "If you snuggle me out of bed, I will ban you from the bed and confiscate every single pillow so the couch will be unbearable for you." You close your eyes and enjoy joking with your buddy. Just being with him.

God, you're going to miss him when he's not here for the next few days.

You don't catch how soft and lustful Charles' gaze becomes at the same time as you press your face into his pillow.

And for a brief moment, he imagines your face pressed into his pillow under different circumstances as he kneels behind you and his cock fucks you hard and dirty until you come several times for him - and only for him - and he claims you as his own with marks all over your fucked out body.

He clears his throat briefly, then closes his eyes as well. "Deal."

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How Old Are You? | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob only gets one birthday every four years. When his wife, Molly, realizes it's almost Leap Day, she throws him a party any nine year old would love. And it's the perfect celebration for a thirty-six year old, too.

Warnings: Fluff, adult language, implied smut, 18+

Length: 2500 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC!Molly (this story accompanies The Curveball)

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Bob was half asleep in bed, post orgasm, when the weird conversation started. "So technically you're about to turn nine? Even though you'll be thirty-six? Is that right?"

He cracked his eyes open again as he watched his wife stretch her arms above her head, her nipple piercings glinting in the soft candlelight that had their bedroom aglow. She was nibbling on her lip, and he could practically see her mind working.

"Yeah," he answered cautiously. "Why do you have that expression on your face, Mo? Like you're plotting something scary?"

"I've never plotted something scary a day in my life!" she told him before leaning down and gently biting his bicep. "I was merely considering what I should get you for your special day."

"I don't need anything," he replied quickly, remembering the naked cowboy statue wearing glasses that she gifted to him last year.

"Well," she said, drawing out the single syllable. "That's where I think you're wrong, Bobby."

"Molly, I don't even want anything." Then he had an idea that he hoped would throw her off. "How about you get some pretty new barbells or rings and let me play with them?"

She rolled her eyes. "That would be a gift for me."

He shrugged as she draped herself across him. "Kind of for both of us when you really think about it."

Her soft lips found his jaw as she whispered, "But it's not every day you turn nine, Coach Cute Glasses. You deserve an extra special treat."

He shook his head in exasperation and said, "I'll really be thirty six though."

"Not according to the calendar." She kissed him sweetly before climbing over him to get out of the bed. "I'll go check on Charlie and Flora one last time before we go to sleep." Bob watched her slip his discarded undershirt on and smooth it down over her gorgeous body, perhaps a little more filled out now that they had two kids.

He reached for her hand and said, "Mo, we really need to sell the condo and get a bigger place. They can't share that tiny room forever."

Even though she told him all the time that she loved the condo and didn't want to leave it, she was finally starting to come around. "I think I'm ready to admit that you might be right about that, Uncle Bob."

"Really?" he asked, jolting up in bed.

She nodded and hummed. "Yes. Besides, your birthday party would be a lot easier to plan if we had more space to accommodate all the guests."

Bob groaned and flopped back down again, and Molly removed his glasses for him. "I don't need a birthday party," he insisted. "I just want a nice, quiet evening with you and the kids. Maybe your sister, Ev and Bradley, too, but that's it."

"We'll see," she replied before leaving the bedroom with a wicked smirk on her face.

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"Can you get to my sister's house by noon on your birthday? For your party?" Molly asked as she watched Bob feed a mashed up banana to their one year old daughter.

"I thought we ended that discussion with us both accepting the fact that I do not need a birthday party."

"Yeah... it's too late for that," she replied easily as she and Charlie both ate their own dinners. Molly's favorite hobby was keeping her husband on his toes. She figured his life would be sad and boring without her in it, and since he chose to be with her, he must have a deep-seated love for nonsense. She always made sure to bring it out for him, especially for his birthday.

He gave her a stern look. "It's just a small party, right?"

"Sure, Bobby."

"I don't believe you."

"Oh come on," she whined. "This is your first real birthday since we met!"

She knew he would crack. He gave her what she wanted the vast majority of the time anyway, but when she whined for something harmless, it was always hers.

"Fine."

And with that single word, Molly executed the most epic ninth birthday anyone could ever have. She called the vendors. She ordered the piñata. She invited the guests. She procured a balloon arch. And on Bob's birthday, her own sister and brother-in-law were looking at her with shocked expressions from their back deck when she started setting things up at eight in the morning.

"I thought this was going to be a small party?" Bradley asked as he watched her assemble the red and yellow balloon arch.

Molly just laughed. "That's just what I told Bob. I lied. The pony should be arriving soon."

"Pony?" gasped her sister. "I'm sorry, I must have misheard. Did you say a pony is arriving?"

"Yes," Molly said, speaking a little louder now to make her point. "How the hell are we supposed to have a cowboy birthday party without pony rides?"

Then Everett came tearing out onto the back deck, still in his pajamas, shouting, "Someone is bringing a horse around from the driveway!"

"See?" Molly asked as the pony and handler appeared in the backyard. "Ev is excited. He has good taste."

"He's ten!" Bradley snapped as he went running across the yard. "Is this thing going to tear up the grass that I spent months watering so it looked this nice?" But as soon as he saw how excited Everett was to pet the cute animal, Molly knew her brother-in-law would be on her side. It was just her sister glaring at her now.

"Whatever you mess up out here, you need to clean up. That includes the horse poop!"

"It's just a pony," Molly assured her, although the animal was a lot bigger than she expected. And yes, it was actually pooping. "It's fine. It'll be fine."

She was hoping it would be fine.

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When Bob buckled Charlie and Flora back into their car seats in his truck at Myers park, he checked the time. It was almost noon. "Oh god," he groaned as he opened the driver's door. He had no idea what to expect, but the text from Bradley about how he was going to need help filling in the hoof prints in their yard next week had him on edge.

"Birthday party!" Charlie cheered from the backseat as Bob pulled out onto the main road. Molly had been talking about it so much, their son kept saying it over and over.

"That's right," Bob told him calmly. "But I'm pretty sure Mommy went bananas over the entire thing."

"Nana!" Flora crooned before she burst into tears. He should have known better than to mention her favorite food right in front of her like that. So he drove to his sister-in-law and brother-in-law's house with one delighted child and one who was crying hysterically. When he pulled down their block, there was absolutely nowhere to park, and there was a horse trailer parked right in front of the house.

"Oh, no. No no no. Molly, no," he whispered. When he got closer, he saw the massive banner hanging on the porch that said Happy Birthday, Cowboy Bob. He had to squeeze his truck into the driveway behind the familiar blue Bronco while he gaped at the sight before him.

"Horse!" Charlie screeched. He wasn't wrong. There was some sort of pony walking around the backyard with Everett perched on top of the saddle wearing a cowboy hat. "I want the horse!"

"Okay," Bob told him as he shook his head and climbed out of the truck. He walked around to the back of the house with one child in each arm, and thankfully when Flora saw the pony, she stopped crying, perhaps out of fear.

"Bob!" Molly shouted over the classic country music that was playing as she popped out of the enormous rodeo themed bounce house and ran to him. Literally everyone he'd ever seen in his life seemed to be here, and they were all wearing cowboy hats. Everyone from work was here. Like everyone. Cyclone was wearing a cowboy hat and drinking a beer. Bob thought he saw the doctor that Molly worked with who delivered both of their children. His parents and both of his sisters were here. His niece Piper was taking a turn riding the pony. There were indeed hoof prints in the yard.

Then Molly was somehow in his arms along with both kids, and she was kissing his neck as she said, "Happy birthday," in a voice that would have been a lot more appropriate for their bedroom.

"Mo," he said, shaking his head. "There's a pony. It's making Bradley look constipated."

She just rolled her eyes in response. "He'll get over it as soon as I offer to watch Everett for a few days over spring break so he and my sister can go away and do nasty stuff to each other."

Bob just smiled down at her and said, "You told me this would be a small affair."

"I guess I lied. Oops. Come say hi to Phoenix." She dragged him up onto the deck where Natasha took both kids from him with a kiss to his cheek, and then Molly was yanking his shirt over his head.

"What are you doing?" he asked, standing there in his undershirt with his glasses askew. But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, she was pulling another shirt over his head. It said Birthday Cowboy, and there was a number 9 that looked like it was shaped out of rope.

And that's when everyone started hugging him and running around to get him drinks and chat with him. Mickey was wearing cowboy boots and a cow print vest. Maverick was teaching the kids how to line dance. Bradley's scowl had started to ease up since Everett seemed to be having the time of his life.

"Happy birthday, Uncle Bob," Everett said when he walked over. He hugged Bob and added, "Your birthday party is my favorite birthday party ever, and I can't believe it's in my yard!"

"Thanks, Ev," he replied with a laugh as he watched Molly and Flora dancing with Javy. "It is pretty cool."

"Happy birthday, Bob," his sister-in-law said, handing him a card. "You can open it later. We got you opening day tickets for the Padres. Also, I'm so sorry that my sister is so chaotic, but you should have known what you were getting into when you started dating her."

Bob accepted another kiss on his cheek. "She really can't be stopped once she gets going."

"It's a waste of time to even try. Might as well sit back and enjoy the show."

He did, and the looser he got, the more fun he started to have. He pet the pony while Piper rode around on it. He smashed open a cowboy piñata with one of Everett's baseball bats. He jumped in the bounce house with Charlie and Everett, and Bradley even joined them.

"I'll help you fix your yard next week," Bob promised as Everett did a backflip.

Bradley just laughed and said, "It's hard to be mad about it when Molly just wants everyone to have the time of their life. You're very lucky. Also, I don't know how you deal with her on a daily basis."

Bob laughed, too. "Sometimes I just take it one hour at a time."

"Get ready for cake!" Molly shouted, and it took five people to carry out the biggest sheet cake he'd ever seen in his life. It was cow print and decorated with boots and spurs, and said Happy 9th Birthday, Cowboy Bob!

After he blew out the nine candles he reached for Molly. "Thank you," he whispered, kissing her softly. "I didn't know I needed a ninth birthday party, but I guess I really did."

"You're only a kid once, Bobby," she replied, smiling against his lips.

"You do know I'm actually thirty-six, right?" he asked, pulling her snug against him as her sister started to cut up the cake.

"Not according to the calendar," she responded, patting him gently on the cheek. "Your mom and I had a lovely conversation about how terrible you look for your age."

He tried not to smile, but it was useless. "I'm actually having the best day, Mo."

"I knew it all along."

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Both kids were sound asleep as soon as Molly tucked them into bed. Charlie went on a sugar high and then crashed, and Flora was played with and held by seemingly everyone at the party. They would probably sleep for a solid twelve hours. Which was good, because Molly wanted to give her husband the rest of his birthday presents.

She found him in their bedroom where he was opening up the cards he got with a soft smile on his face. "You have so many friends," she told him, and he turned to look at her. "Everyone loves Bob Floyd."

He actually blushed which made her want to rip all of his clothing to shreds and have her way with him. He shook his head slightly and said, "Everyone loves the amazing Molly Floyd and her beautiful imagination."

"Bobby," she moaned softly, taking the card from his hand and wrapping her arms around him. "Tell me more about how amazing I am."

He laughed and whispered, "You threw me the equivalent of a kids' ninth birthday party, just because you could. My dad participated in the pie eating contest. My mom learned how to line dance. Bradley almost popped a vein in his forehead. It was wonderful."

She sighed in contentment. "In four more years when you turn ten, we'll be in a bigger house, and we can host your party there. But we'll have to wait and see if you're still into cowboys or if your interests change, Kiddo. Now will you please open your present from me? And put on your cowboy hat? I've always wanted to suck a real cowboy's cock."

Bob grinned. "Molly, you suck my cock when I'm wearing my cowboy hat all the time."

"But you've never had assless chaps before."

Bob let out a strangled sound, and when he opened the box that was wrapped in cowboy paper, there were in fact assless chaps inside. "Please, please, please put them on," Molly moaned. "God, I feel like it's my birthday."

As soon as she started whining, he always gave her what she wanted. It was impossible not to. Five minutes later, Bob was standing in the middle of the bedroom wearing the chaps, his birthday shirt, and his old cowboy hat. Molly was panting and biting her knuckle, already obviously raring to go down on him, which just made him harder.

But she took a step toward him and then stopped, a devilish smirk on his face. "Now wait. I'm having a bit of a moral dilemma with you in that shirt. How old are you again?"

"I'm thirty-six," he replied blandly.

"You sure about that, Cowboy Bob?"

"Molly! I'm thirty-six!"

"Okay, okay. Just checking," she said, reaching for the bottom of his shirt. "But let's just remove this anyway."

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I had a blast revisiting these two! I'm so deeply in love with Molly. I hope you enjoyed Bob's birthday celebration. Thanks for reading! And thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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aphrogeneias · 6 months

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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 — dirty talking

pairing: modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: male masturbation, eddie's filthy mouth (needs a warning in itself).

He could still hear the sounds of the party going on in the room next to his.

These days, Eddie never stays too long. The novelty of hotel room after parties wore out some time between their first and second tour — as much as he enjoys getting wasted and preening under the attention of music industry insiders and the groupies they've gathered along the way, it just doesn't feel the same anymore.

It's not that he's unhappy. He's happy to see his bandmates, his friends, have the fun they deserve. He's happy to see they now get to reap the rewards of all their hard work along the years. He's just tired.

He's tired and he misses you.

The clock on his phone tells him it's past 3am, and all Eddie does is stare at the ceiling. His mind is wandering miles away, to where he's sure you're resting on your shared bed, too big for you alone, just like this hotel bed feels too big without you in it.

He groans as he squishes his cheek to the pillow, and his mind keeps wandering. He thinks of what he would do if you were here, all soft and pliant with sleep, if you were within reach.

How he would press your body against his naked one, run his hands all over it until you begged him to touch you where you needed him most, until you were writhing under him. While his imagination runs wild, his hands move on their own accord.

He's frustrated with it, grabbing his cock from where it sits hard against his lower stomach, and takes it on himself, forgetting all the gentleness he'd save to use on you. He wishes it was your hand instead of his, your mouth if he was lucky, wrapping him in soft silk and warm velvet.

Eddie's mind still wanders — he wants to call you, tell you how much he wants you, tell you about all the ways he'd wreck you if you were here, but he can't. He settles for the next best thing. With his free hand, he reaches for his phone, quickly finding your contact, and without thinking too much, presses record.

"Hi, baby. I know it's late, and you're still asleep. Didn't want to bother you in the middle of the night but… ugh, I miss you." He's trying to control his voice but it's hard when his hips are already jutting into his own hand, the other dropping his phone next to his pillows to play with his balls.

"Wish you were here. Need to fuck you so bad, baby. Need to feel you, my hand doesn't feel as good as your sweet pussy." He's whining freely now, breathing heavily as he tugs on his length a little too roughly, getting off on the sting of it. "Need t'feel it, need you on my dick, baby. Fucking taking it like you're meant to."

He's fucking himself with both hands now, knowing he won't last long. The slick sounds of his cock drenched with own precum mixed with his own mewls of pleasure fill the room, "Yeah, that's it. Take it, baby." He whispers, lost in his own fantasy, picturing himself pounding into you, pushing your legs to rest on his shoulders, feeling himself deep inside of your heated core.

"When I see you… mhm… when I see you, you're not leaving this goddamn bed. Gonna fucking ruin you, angel. Gonna ruin that sweet little pussy with my big dick, just the way you like it." A chill runs down his spine as he feels his orgasm building, his cock impossibly hard in his hand, his chest panting as he pulls on it. "Y'like that, don't you? Yeah, I know you do. My dirty fucking girl."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He rambles as he cums, making a mess of his hands and stomach, whispering to you and to himself, "Fuck yes. Take my cum, baby. Take all of it, want you to have it. Wanna watch it drip out of you, wanna lick your pussy clean and make a mess all over again. Fuck."

He shudders as he tries to regulate his breathing, and when he does, he's reaching out for his phone again. "Miss you." He hums, "Love you."

That's all he can manage to say before he hastily turns off the recording and press send, clean himself with a pristine white sheet, and rolls over, falling asleep.

The first thing you do the next morning is listen to the minutes long voice message he left in the middle of the night. The second thing you do is call him.

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cheolism · 3 months

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chasing sleep

✿ sung hanbin x reader ❀ summary: you are so tired but are unable to sleep. your adoring boyfriend, sung hanbin, takes it upon himself to help you out. ✿ wc is approx. 3k ❀ genre: smut, established relationship ✿ warnings: minors do not interact. pet names (princess, angel, baby, etc); oral (fem receiving), fingering & handjobs. ❀ rating: 18+ ✿ tagging @seokgyuu

you couldn't sleep.

you should have been able to. you were exhausted from having gotten up early and being on the move all day, dealing with coworkers and bosses and staring at screens. you weren't hungry either, tummy full from the meal you and hanbin had shared.

the room was cool but you were warm beneath the covers, the natural heat of hanbin's body warming you. he was on his side of the bed, his tattooed arm up from underneath the covers and curled around his bed. you watched him sleep for a while, his natural blush coloring his cheeks and dark lashes fluttering.

it wasn't like you were too energetic, wasn't like you weren't comfortable. you felt tired and felt at home.

but you just couldn't fall asleep.

sighing, you flipped onto your side and stared at the wall. you kicked your feet softly from beneath the covers. you fluffed out the blanket, retucking it around your shoulder.

eventually you reached out and grabbed your phone off of the bedside table. your phone proudly boasted it being midnight, the screen bright and piercing against the dark of the room.

you shifted onto your tummy, placing your phone on the bed. one of your feet rested against a calf. your toes poked out from underneath the blanket.

for a while you browsed on your phone, switching between apps constantly.

then an arm was sliding along your back, fingers slipping underneath your shirt to rest at your hip. hanbin was warm and gentle as he slid against you, lining his body against yours. his leg naturally hooked over yours, chin resting on your shoulder.

"princess,"' he cooed. his voice was slightly hoarse from sleep. hanbin hummed slightly, shifting against you again. "what are you doing?"

"can't sleep," you returned. you turned your head to look over your shoulder at hanbin, nose brushing his. his black hair was flat against his head, bangs nearly obscuring his eyes. hanbin gave you a sleepy grin, though he raised his dark brows at you at your reply. "sorry. i didn't mean to wake you up. i can go to the couch so i won't be bothering you."

hanbin whined. "nooo, baby." he pressed his nose against your cheek. hanbin ran his hand up along your hip, nails slightly scratching your skin. "no leaving the bed. 's so warm 'n comfy."

you grinned back at him, turning your phone off and reaching to toss it back onto the bedside table. you turned to face hanbin, tucking your arm underneath your head. "i really didn't mean to wake you up."

"princess," he chided, voice soft and gruff still. hanbin smiled at you, eyes crinkling. "you're fine. if you can't sleep i want you to wake me up."

"well," you said, "i definitely won't be doing that."

he sighed, shifting closer. hanbin tossed his leg back over you. he reached out with one hand, sliding his fingertips along your cheek and tucking some of your stray hair back behind your ear. "i want to be someone you can rely on, angel."

"i do," you protested. "i rely and trust you so much. but you deserve to have a good night's sleep even if i don't, you know."

hanbin huffed again. "wanna do everything with you," he said. his breath was warm against your face. "my whole life is yours, princess. when you're asleep or awake, when you're at work or you can't sleep. i'm yours, baby."

you were dumbstruck. being hanbin's princess meant you were on the receiving end of his sincere words more often than not, but that didn't make it easier to hear them. his sincerity was completely genuine, his heart pure and devout. sometimes you couldn't believe it; couldn't believe you were on the receiving end of such pure love and adoration. his words touched your heart and warmed it, made you shine from his love, but at the same time you just couldn't help but be astounded by it.

astounded by how easily he gave his love, how freely.

"okay, okay," you mumbled, looking down at his pink mouth. he was wearing a tank top and it hung from his body loosely, and when you flicked your eyes down you could see his tattoo across his collar and his collar bones. "let's try and sleep now."

hanbin hummed, eyes sliding shut. "okay. try and sleep, princess. i love you."

you murmured it back, closing your eyes. hanbin burrowed next to you, face turned down towards the mattress. you aren't sure how long you tried to sleep, but before you knew it your eyes were sliding back open once more.

you still couldn't sleep.

slowly, as to not disturb the leg hanbin had thrown over you, you turned back over to face the wall. you contemplated grabbing your phone again.

but then, just like before, an arm was moving over your body and hanbin was pressing against you. he spooned up against your back, his chest pressed against you. the entire front of him was against you, knees tucked behind your legs and arm over your body.

"princess," he scolded gently. "i know you're not going to grab your phone again."

"i can't sleep," you whined, pouting into the dark. hanbin pressed his face against your hair. "just gonna grab my phone and go to the couch."

"nooo," he said, voice breaking slightly. "let me hold you and see if that helps."

sighing, you relented. hanbin settled, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. his body was warm, the heat of it sinking underneath your own skin and bringing out a small sweat. you weren't uncomfortable, though.

his arm was a comfortable weight across your body, his hand gently splayed over your stomach. you were so fucking relaxed in his arms, safe and loved.

but you couldn't sleep.

hanbin sighed against your head when you began shifting again, his hand gently moving over your skin again. slowly his long fingers dipped to the waistband of your pants. you went completely still, breath catching in your throat.

his fingers went to your underwear band. "this okay, princess?"

you nodded, biting down on your lip in anticipation. hanbin hummed, thumb tapping against your skin. "come on, angel. answer me."

"yes."

and so hanbin pushed his hand further into your pants. he didn't slip his hand underneath your underwear, and instead his skimmed over your mound and dragged along your cunt through your panties, his touch sending a tingling sensation through your cunt.

every single part of your body was focused on hanbin's hand and how it moved against you. his long fingers smoothed along your pussy through the panties, drawing warmth and wetness from it.

hanbin repeatedly rubbed his fingertips along your clit and cunt. your pussy pulsed, juices soaking your panties. he wasn't hurried, stroking your pussy languidly, gently.

you grew antsy, however. you pressed back against him, feeling his dick against your ass, and reached down and wrapped your hand around his wrist. "binnie . . ."

hanbin chuckled into your neck. his lips skimmed against your skin, and when he spoke you could feel the shape of his words. "okay, princess. 's okay, baby. binnie's got you."

and so he pulled at your panties, pushing them aside and moving his fingers to your wet pussy. his breath shuttered against your skin as he comprehended how soaked you really were from him just stroking you through your panties.

"your little pussy's so wet," he mumbled, voice deep in your ear.

hanbin shifted, gently pushing you so you were flat back against the bed. he tossed the blanket back, baring your bodies to the cool of the room.

he pulled at your pants, and once they were pulled down around one of your ankles he brought your leg over his shoulder. hanbin's hand returned to your panties, smoothing and dragging along your pussy. he rubbed his fingers against your cunt, harsh and pulling, making your toes curl and breath shake.

"binnie --"

"i got you, angel," he said. hanbin tugged down your panties, and you shifted a leg to allow him to pull them off. once your entire bottom half was bare to the room you couldn't help but shiver. your cunt was so hot and the room was cool, and your pussy juices were wet and they cooled immediately against you once you spread your legs.

"cutie," hanbin murmured. his hands went to your pussy and then he was spreading your lips. you shivered, legs tightening around him. hanbin ducked down his head and pressed a flat kiss to your cunt.

you couldn't help but flinch with surprise, a little squeal escaping your lips. "hanbin!"

he laughed at you, eyes crinkling at the corners while warmth shone from them. it was odd, you thought, how he could look so sweet and filled with affection while between your legs with his mouth against your cunt.

"you're so fucking cute," hanbin mumbled again, moving his face down to your pussy. your heart fluttered at his curse, and you couldn't help but curl your toes in anticipation.

your cunt clenched, ready. hanbin exhaled a chuckle, and then his mouth was pressed against your hole.

despite knowing that him being between your legs with his face pressed to your cunt meant he was going to be eating you out, you couldn't help the little surprised noise that escaped you as his tongue pressed against your ring of muscle. he didn't press in, tongue just laving gently against your hole and adding to the mess of wetness.

he didn't leave you completely wanting, however. hanbin's hand went to your clit and two of his fingers framed it. he didn't press against your clit directly, letting the sides of his fingers rub against it as he stimulated the area around it, making your middle tingle with electric lust and mouth fall open in a breathless gasp.

hanbin continued at your cunt, tongue licking at your hole and sucking at it, his fingers gently massaging at your cunt, sending sparks up your body that sunk into your brain and turned it to mush.

eventually you were able to moan out his name, your hand reaching down for his hair. you tangled your fingers in his silk black blocks, tugging.

you could feel his exhale against your pussy. your fingers scratched against his scalp, and he just pressed his face to your cunt, unable to do anything due to the sensation.

hanbin lifted his hand from your cunt. his entire lower face was soaked in your juices and his spit, glistening with your wet. his sweet pink lips were red from use. and he looked delighted. hanbin smiled as soon as his eyes met yours, his free hand smoothing over your skin.

"gotta keep your hands out of my hair if you want me to finish this," hanbin said cheekily, teeth flashing.

you let out a shuttering breath, nodding. "sorry. sorry, binnie."

he chuckled, turning his face and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "it's okay, princess. you're doing so good. you're being a good girl, angel."

then hanbin was back to your pussy. his fingers slipped from your clit, trailing down to your hole to replace his mouth. he gently sunk a finger into your hole, the glide smooth. his hands were big, fingers long, and his finger sunk into you so deliciously. hanbin kept his mouth busy, moving to your clit and laving his tongue over it.

hanbin, who worked hard at everything he did, found your core instantly. he grazed his finger along your core, and when you jumped, a high keening whine escaping your mouth, he laughed again.

he withdrew his finger, dragging it against your walls. your cunt clenched down around his digit, trying keep him from withdrawing completely. meanwhile his tongue kept at your clit, gently laving at it, languidly licking as if it were a sweet treat.

hanbin didn't leave you hanging, and soon he was pressing two of his fingers into your pussy. the stretch burned slightly, but it was the sort of ache that had you wanting to fuck down and wanting to moan more.

hanbin began fucking his fingers into you, striking your core. the electricity spread through you, and when he began sucking at your clit your entire body felt like it was alight.

he continued his ministrations through your orgasm, tongue at your clit and fingers in your cunt. your mind traveled, a haze clouding it and making you seem as if you were floating.

when you returned to consciousness hanbin was gently kissing your thighs, his fingers still in your pussy. he darted his eyes up to you after every kiss, and once he realized you were looking back at him he gave you a blinding grin.

"there's my princess," he hummed, leaning his head on your thigh, cheek smooshing. "how you doing, lovely? tired yet?"

you laughed breathlessly, leaning your head back onto the pillow.

hanbin grinned against your skin, and then he was traveling up your body. his mouth skimmed along your skin; over your stomach and over the hills of your tits, stopping to lazily suckle at your nipple. eventually he found his way to your face, and then his mouth was pressing messily against yours.

it was wet. that was the first thing you noticed. you could taste yourself, could taste the juices off of his lips. the slightly bitter taste of your pussy was offset by the sweetness of his kiss, the way his mouth gently moved back and forth over yours; sweet, as if he hadn't just spent however long with his face in your pussy.

his tongue slipped into your cunt, licking into it. he sucked at your lower lip; nipped at it; soothed it with his tongue.

and then his fingers were slipping back down your body and to your pussy. your body tightened.

hanbin hummed. "how are you doing, princess? this okay?"

you nodded. hanbin gave a questioning him, and you murmured an affirmative yes.

his fingers went to your pussy. it was still drenched from your spit and juices, and it was far too easy for him to find your slippery clit. he rubbed at it somewhat harshly, but you welcomed it. it was easy for another orgasm to build up, and you grinded down on his fingers relentlessly, wanting that rigid strength hanbin provided with his fingers.

hanbin mouthed at your lips, breath coming heavily from both of your noses. your mouths began colliding in fervent rushes, tongues rolling out to meet one another, soothing over one another.

your breathing was labored; your moans long. between every sloppy press of your mouths hanbin was murmuring to you. "good girl," he said, "so sweet and good. come on princess, come on; give binnie another one."

your second orgasm was gentler than your first. no fireworks. instead it was a wave, and you welcomed it eagerly with hanbin's mouth still working at yours, his fingers unrelenting.

eventually he withdrew entirely from your cunt. he went back down the bed, spreading your thighs to look at his handiwork. you were, of course, still soaked. your juices were slowly beginning to dry, the stickiness making your thighs stick slightly together.

"what a messy girl," hanbin said fondly. he hurriedly bent down to press a kiss to your stomach. "i'll go grab a wet towel to clean you."

"noo," you whined. "don't leave me."

hanbin grinned up at you, eyes sparkling. "come on, princess. you'll be all sticky and grumpy in the morning."

he was countering your protest but you knew hanbin loved; loved how clingy you would get. he loved it when you wanted him close, when you whined and pouted at him for his attention.

you beckoned him back up your body. hanbin sighed dramatically but he had a large smile on his face. he climbed back up and framed your body with his, legs on either side of yours, arms surrounding your torso. hanbin lowered himself so he could press the tip of his nose against yours.

"hm?" he said, voice taking on a cute tone, "is my princess being all clingy?"

you hummed back, grinning and wrinkling your nose. you settled a gentle hand against his chest, pushing him lightly onto his side. and then you were smoothing your hand down his chest, running it over the fabric of his tank top and slipping underneath his waistband.

hanbin tucked his forehead against yours, looking down and watching as your fingers plucked at the hem of his shorts. "you don't gotta do anything," he said.

but you slid your hand the rest of the way. his cock was hard and warm when you touched it. his cockhead was wet from precum, and you pressed down the flat of your thumb along the tip.

hanbin let out a strangled moan. "angel," he said, voice tight.

you brought your hand from his shorts, and, not having many alternatives, you moved it between your thighs. you nestled it into your cunt. the juices stuck to your thighs were dry, but when you pressed your palm to your pussy and dragged it along you the wetness that still remained.

hanbin moaned loudly when you returned your hand to his dick. your cunt juices made the slide easy, and you kept a slightly loose grip around his cock. hanbin's breathing rose in pitch, and he fucked into your hand.

"tight --" he whimpered, dark brows furrowing. "tighten your fist, baby."

you did as he said. you tightened your fist around his cock, thumb pressing. you twisted your hand up as he fucked into your fist.

"come on, binnie," you mumbled. "cum for me, please."

hanbin groaned, teeth biting into his lip. it was only a handful of seconds more before your sensitive boyfriend was cumming into his pants, groan loud in your ears.

you pulled back, watching him. hanbin's cheeks were flushed red, his lips wide open and dark lashes fluttering. he was so beautiful like this, coming down from his high.

his gaze focused on you. he laughed breathlessly as he caught your eyes, pitching forward and dragging you into his arms, trapping your hand in his pants still.

"baby," he giggled, pressing a loud kiss to your cheek. "how on earth are we supposed to sleep now?"

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forgeofthenine · 4 months

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I love how you write about the tieflings so much! I totally fig all the headcannons and everything!

Now.. in the spirit of the heat and rut stuff.. whatnif the tieflimg ba helors arent in a rut and find their tiefling girlfriends in heat?

Like they walk in and they see their girlfriend fingering themselves or humbing a pillow whimpering and moaning and stuff.

Here's the first post of the year guys! Sorry for the short hiatus, work has been busy and my dog currently has an infection I needed to take him to the vet for (let me know if anyone wants pictures of him in his cone of shame lmao). Starting the year off right, with some heat and rut smut! I tried out a format I've used similarly before, hopefully you guys like it! Thanks for the request Nanitheart :)

The tiefling bachelors (+Halsin) when their partner is in heat

Dammon

Dammon keeps a mental note of when your last heat was and when he can expect your next one

Luckily your heat tends to line up pretty well with his own rut

However, he spends a lot of time at work away from the house and it's really not uncommon for him to come home to the surprise of you in heat

It's apparent as soon as he comes home, finding himself surrounded by your scent the moment he walks over the threshold

By time Dammons made it to your bedroom he's already in his underwear

The two of you will be finding his clothes around the house for weeks

He's already flushed when he reaches you, unbearably hard when he sees you taking advantage of the toy he'd gotten you a while ago

The sound of blood rushing through your ears deafens you to anything else, eyes closed as you arch your back and try to find yet another release. You'd been stuck there all afternoon, writhing in your sheets, and had to resort to the dildo your lover had gifted you. In his absence you'd soon grown bored with just fingers.

A loud moan leaves you as your body trembles, legs splayed and a hand thrusting the toy as deep as possible. The way it stretched you felt good but it wasn't the same. It wasn't Dammon. Only then does your partner make himself known, voice cutting clear through your lust hazed mind.

"Oh, my darling, how long have you been like this?" Dammon asks, crawling over you on the bed. His own hand covers yours to carefully thrust the toy slowly inside you again. "Do you need me to make you feel better? Can't cum again without my help?" It's all teasing, you know it is, but an involuntary whine of his name leaves your throat as you nod.

It's not long before strong hands grip your legs and pull you forward, Dammon kneeling happily between your legs. You're about to whine again before you feel it, the firm tip of his tail brushing over your already full entrance and slipping in alongside the toy.

"Let me prepare you first, baby."

Zevlor

Zevlor keeps a calender in his private study that tracks your heats and his ruts

He actually knows when you're in heat before you do sometimes

On the odd occasion you happen to go on heat unexpectedly, he treats it like a pleasant little surprise

Another one that realises as soon as he opens the front door

Zevlors been through more then a few ruts brought on early by things like this so he's a lot less impatient

Knocks on the bedroom door before entering so he doesn't surprise you

What he wasn't expecting was to hear you already crying out for him, or to open the door and see you knuckle deep fingering yourself

It seems like it's been an eternity since the burning arousal of your heat flooded you, confining you to the plush bed you and Zevlor share. Burying your face into his pillow is one of the few things that helps, indulging in the scent of him as you touch yourself. If you think hard enough you can almost hear him.

Then the bed dips. Soon calloused hands are running up your bare legs as your bleary eyes meet Zevlors. His pupils are mere pinpricks as his rut settles in, his own arousal clear as your eyes dip between his legs. "How long have you been here like this, my love?" He asks, tender words paired with him swatting your hand away to replace it with his own.

You let out a low moan as two of his fingers push into you, stretching you more than your own ever could. "Too long... Please Zev-" You're soon calmed with gentle shushes, Zevlor carefully adding in a third finger as he shifts lower on the bed. Warm breath ghosts over your skin as he leans in, spreading warm kisses up the tops of your thigh.

"It's okay, let me take care of you now."

Rolan

This man has no space in his mind for tracking heats and ruts, he usually forgets when his own rut is going to hit

It's really not a surprise for him to take a while to realise you've gone on heat

What is a surprise is just how long he spent away from the tower this particular time, picking up some things for the store before seeing his siblings

You can imagine his shock when he'd left you relaxing in his office with a book and comes back to you grinding against a pillow on your shared bed

His mouth goes dry at the sight of your hips rolling against it, head thrown back in frustration

Rolans own rut hits him like a truck and all he can think of is how much he needs to fuck you

As soon as you turn to look at him again all bets are off, and soon Rolans clothes are too

You're hardly able to get a glance at your lover before he pounces on you, feeling yourself fall with a rush as a hard body presses you to the bed. Sharp teeth tease and nip at your neck, leaving claiming marks and small bruises in their wake. Soon, you hear the small growl from Rolans chest.

"So fucking desperate you had to grind against my pillow to get off?" He sneers, pulling back to flip you to your stomach. Clawed hand pull your hips so you lie head down and ass up just how he likes. Already you feel him sliding his cock against your entrance, grinding against you.

A whine and a plead leave you, exactly what Rolan likes. His long cock slides in easily with how you're prepared and feels endless as he fills you slowly. Soon you realise that's the only time he'll be slow with you, quickly pulling out before snapping his hips back against yours.

He takes you like this for the rest of the night, teasing and punishing you for making a mess of his pillow. Hands and a tail pull and push you in different positions over and over again. Rolan isn't pleased until you're panting and fucked out beneath him, so full with his cum that it drips down your thighs.

Halsin

Halsin is very aware of heats and ruts, despite not being affected personally

Just ask how he got his scar across his face and you'll realise how familiar he is

Despite not being able to smell when your hormones change like a male tiefling might, he's still very accurate when assuming when you'll go on heat

And there's no better sight in his opinion than walking in on you all flushed and needy right at the begining of your heat

When you just clue on to what's happing and why your thoughts keep straying to your elven lover

Halsins happy to drag things out a little, braiding your hair back if it's long enough, making sure you have food

The entire time you're whining for him, pressing your thighs together in your need for this man, until he finally takes you to bed

Shock rushes through you as you're swept up to a bridal carry, surrounded by firm muscles as you're carried out of the room. It's easy enough to lean up, lips covering the tan neck in front of you with kisses and nips as a chuckle leaves the chest you rest against. Halsin tightens his grip on you, his easygoing grin deceptive compared to his sharp eyes.

You're soon tossed into a pile of blankets and first on your shared bed, trying to shed your clothes once free of Halsins grip. Calloused hands join you, freeing you from fabric confines and running over your bare skin. Two thick fingers run over your entrance, teasing against it before pressing in and stretching you out on him. Even just the two fingers feel unbelievably thick, your back arching as they slip in deeper.

"So beautiful, Silvanus has truly blessed me with this sight." Halsin chuckles, watching as you writhe at the feeling of his fingers and slipping in a third. Every moan you let out goes straight to the mans dick, the sight of it mouthwatering as it presses against the crotch of his pants. You'll have to wait, though, and let your lover bring you to ecstasy with only his fingers first. Repeatedly

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heartsfourdazai · 6 months

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when they walk in on you changing

dazai, atsushi, chuuya, fyodor, akutagawa

warnings: lowercase writing, suggustive? (not to extreme), cursing!

a/n: reader is referred as they/them! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! this is also my first time writing for fyodor!!! plz expect him to be so out of character- 🙃 also- i can't speak russian- so apologies for any spelling mistakes- i used google translate...part two??

dazai osamu 🩹

stop.

he would become such a flirt.

after a long day of work, there was nothing more he wanted than to come home and be greeted by his sweet belladonna.

by long i mean him literally just annoying kunikida to death and not lifting a finger- barely.

the sound of the keys clashing together was deaf in your ears as you were wearing headphones.

you were in your room, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear.

you were rummaging through your drawer, softly singing to yourself as you picked a pair of pajama pants.

meanwhile, your boyfriend has entered the apartment, locking the door behind him.

he called out for you, however no response was given.

he grew suspicious...but didn't panic.

he called out for you again, taking off his tan trenchcoat and hung it on the hook beside the front door.

as he entered deeper into the apartment, he heard the soft sound of your singing.

his eyes lingered over to the half-closed door of your bedroom you and he shared.

he peeked his eye in the crack- and smiled to himself. slowly he opened the door wider, watching you softly shake your butt as you vibed to your song.

headphones still upon your head.

dazai's smile turned into a smirk as he entered the room.

you picked a pair of pants- now putting them on- still unaware dazai was in the room as well.

before you could put your leg into the pant leg- you felt your right headphone lift upward, and a whisper tickled your ear.

"well~ this isn't what i was expecting when coming home~"

"HOLY SHI-"

you screamed.

throwing your pants at dazai's direction and fell backwards on the bedsheets.

his laughter filled the room as he held your pants in his arms- towering over you.

"DAZAI!!"

"hi 'donna~" he winked, and you blushed mad.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

you covered your body with the blankets as dazai gasped; "this isn't just your room! we share this room, remember?"

"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S THE PRESIDENTS ROOM- GET OUT!" you whined, throwing pillows at him and he held his arms up in defense.

"okay-okay! i'm leaving!" he laughed, starting to walk out of the room.

"eh- HEY! GIVE ME MY PANTS BACK!-DAZAI!"

when you finished changing, you awkwardly walked out of the room and peeked your head through the living room where you saw dazai lounging on the couch watching tv.

he noticed you from the corner of his eye and smirked, "and they return from their hiding~"

you blushed.

"shut up! i will shove a sock down your throat-"

"after seeing that body~ i hope it's more then a soc-"

you proceed to toss a pillow at him and tackle him- hitting him over and over again as he begged for mercy.

atsushi nakajima 🐯

dudes a sweetheart.

gives you privacy.

first- he woke you up.

in the sweetest way possible.

with a kiss on the nose, leading to your cheeks, neck, jaw, bridge of your nose, forehead, temple..until he reached your lips.

he smiled hearing you stir awake, "morning, sunshine.." he whispered, brushing your bangs away from your face.

"..mornin'.." you yawned, rubbing your eyes.

he giggled at your cat like strech and kissed your cheek, getting out from under the covers...that just lead to you hiding under all of them- having all the room to yourself.

"you have to get up to, y'know?" he reminded, peeking at the clock that read 5: 56, "we have work!"

all you did was nod.

he smiled and left the room- going to the bathroom with his dress attire.

2 minutes passed and he has yet to come back to the room, so you assumed you'd just get changed here.

so you rolled out of bed, getting your work attire set and ready.

you pulled your shirt off your body, and laid it on your bed. you took your pants off- and was about to put on the pants until you heard the door open.

as atsushi opened the door; you whip your head toward him as you yelped and fell onto the bed and backwards onto the floor.

"OH my god- Y/N!!" he cried, rushing over to you and was about to ask if you were okay until he noticed...you were half-naked.

he screamed, apologies left and right, up and down until he covered his eyes and ran backward, hitting the bed and falling the same way you did perviously.

"I'M SO SORRY BABE- I-I DIDNT KNOW- OH I'M SO SORRY!!!"

as you both were a blushing mess, atsushi ran out.

5 minutes later, you exited the room and saw atsushi in the living room.

he was biting his nails and bouncing his leg.

until he noticed your figure.

"Y/N- i'm so sorry!! i didn't mean to walk in on you- i had no idea! i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable─"

you cupped his face and laughed, "it's okay- atsushi! it was an accident!"

he felt glad you weren't upset with him- and made sure to always make sure to knock when he knows your in the room.

chuuya nakahara 🍷

like atsushi.

he's a gentlemen and respects your privacy.

it was late, and chuuya called to let you know he was working overtime.

your heart flutters each time he lets you know because he remembers you- even doing the most deadliest of jobs known to man.

as he was at work you had the apartment all to yourself; which you of course took advantage of him not being here.

you looked through he wine collection, tasting the ones that seemed to interest you.

you looekd through his hat collection; aka basically his closet- and had your own small fashion show.

hours passed- and the time was 12:26pm.

you didn't get his message about him coming home; so your boyfriend entered the apartment.

"y/n- i'm home!

silence.

he heard some music echo from your bedroom; which sparks his curiousity.

he slowly walked toward the room, and opened he door.

"y/n-"

"CHUUYA!!"

you screamed, having nothing but your pants on and putting on the shirt until you heard him walk in.

his eyes widened as he closed the door- apologizing.

silence.

awkward silence.

as you left your room after getting changed, you found chuuya sitting on the couch leaning forward and playing with ths fingers.

"oh- y/n! h-how was your day?" he asked, suddenly noticing you and sat more comfortably on the couch.

you had a blush on your face as you nod, "my day was...good."

he placed his lips together to make a straight line and nodded; "that's-good.."

you suddenly burst out into laughter, causing him to now blush.

"what-what's so funny?"

"your-haha!-more embarrassed then-haha-i was!!"

he turned red and looked away from you, crossing his arms.

"i-shut up! lock the damn door next time!"

fyodor dostoevsky 🫀

bastard.

FOUCKING bastard.

you begged him; getting on all fours and to his feet; and begged him to take you to the pool he owned...somehow...for some reason (just go with it PLZ)

with a sigh, he agreeded and allowed you to have; what- 3 hours of the pool to yourself?

you ran- SPEED RAN- to your bedroom and packed for the pool.

you know- the essentials. swimsuit, towel, slippers/flip-flops, etc.

he watched you get ready with a sly smile on his face from his desk.

the way you got so excited to go to this pool- pleased him??? idk, he just felt good- anyway.

you called out to him that you'll see him in the pool as well??

hm- we'll see.

timeskip to you reaching the indoor pool.

it was HUGE.

WHY WAS HE KEEPING THIS FROM YOU- WHO EVEN IS HE??

oh yeah- nvm. lmao.

you rushed to the change rooms, excited to step into the pool.

you've been stressed all week; unable to find any relaxation at all- accept this one time...you are 100% taking advantage of this!

because- we'll it was empty, you decided to just change in the middle of the room where the room was.

you took of your shirt- revealing your bare skin.

next was your pants.

as you took them off; you noticed your butt in the mirror reflection-

oh.

okay.

damn, fyodor, that lucky bastard.

you grinned to yourself- wiggling your butt side to side and giggled to yourself.

then, you slapped it gently.

and again- then moved up down your thigh.

suddenly- you heard a familair voice-

"would you rather spend your hours looking at yourself in the mirror; or go in the pool with me? because- i can take either or."

with a scream you bounced backwards toward the mirror.

"HOLY GRAVY AND CHEESE-"

you blushed- realizing it was fyodor.

you quickly tried to grab your towel and wrap it around yourself. before you could try to wrap it all around your body- fyodor suddenly appeared in front of you.

HOW DID HE GET HERE SO FAST-

he rubbed a hand on your hip, close to your stomach.

"hm~ you've been hiding this beautiful body from me for weeks, дорогой?"

you blushed hard. feeling his hot breath on your neck-

"f-fyodor..too-close.."

he kissed your lips, cutting you off.

you melted into fast...

you pulled away panting..

"pool?"

he asked and you nodded slowly...

giggling softly..

"i'm ready when you are..."

akutagawa rynnosuke 🩸

he would be embarrassed

awkwardly leave the room...with a blush on his face.

it was late at night, time was around 11:34pm.

you were tired when you got home from work.

your a member of the ADA; yet dating one of the most dangerous port mafia members.

entering your apartment, you kicked of your shoes and left your coat on the floor.

you had no idea akutagawa was home so when you entered your bedroom you shared with him.

you took off your pants and went to the drawer to pick some pants.

as you found pants, you put them on. now taking off your shirt.

meanwhile, akutagawa exits from the bathroom and walked toward the bedroom.

he didn't notice it a crack open, so as he enters.

you freeze.

he freezes.

he has a blush on his face as he looked at your upper bare body.

you blushed.

he slowly closed the door and left..

you were red.

he just..left?

said nothing?

well what was he suppose to say??

minutes after you finished changing into your pajamas...you went to find akutagawa.

he was just in the living room, staring into a void.

you walked toward him slowly...

"ryu?"

he looked at you and was about o leave-

"wait!!" you stopped him.

"are you okay?"

he held his head low.

"i didn't mean to walk in on you...i assumed you thought i was a creep and so i left...i should be asking if your okay.."

you frowned, "aku- aha! it's okay- your my partner!! it's okay to see each other naked...even if its accidental..." you shrugged.

he nods slightly and held your hand, "please let me know if i ever make you uncomfortable...i hate knowing i did..."

you kisses his knuckles, "of course~ i love you!"

"....i love you, too."

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undertheorangetree · 7 months

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Competition

Summary- Aemond is a big fan of healthy competition.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female Reader. Modern AU. Mutual edging. Handjob. Fingering. Blowjob. Surprisingly fluffy?? Straight up porn.

Author's Note- I wrote this instead of studying for my midterm lmao. This was a request and therefore a tumblr special so I'm posting the full story here below the cut :)

Usually, she finds the competitive nature of her relationship funny.

Aemond has always been competitive. Whether it was a board game amongst friends or trivia night at the pub or something as simple as an arm wrestle, he loved to win. Most of the time, she found the trait endearing and knew it was a habit she shared, especially when he was there to egg her on.

But it is at times like this she thinks perhaps his need for competition has gotten out of hand. Laying naked on their shared bed, Aemond on his knees beside her with his hand between her legs, two fingers pumping in and out of her ceaselessly. Her hand is wrapped around his cock, doing her best to match his pace even while the pleasure his hand is wringing from her licks up her spine, leaving her dizzy and half boneless. He had gotten it into his head that even this had to be a competition, that whoever forced the other to beg to come first would be declared the winner. She doesn't even remember what they're playing for, not now, but she does know that losing is not an option.

Already, they’ve denied each other twice, pulling the other away in their attempt to win. Despite the desperation that is sitting heavy in her gut, her cunt already hyper sensitive and the feeling only getting worse, she can’t make herself look away from Aemond’s face. His eyes are half lidded, the pupil in his real eye blown wide and turning the blue near black, chest heaving with every breath. His hips buck into her hand weakly, matching her strokes as if he wants nothing more than to let the bliss of it pull him under, his need to win the only thing holding him back. She’ll never get tired of that look, the way his features have gone soft and pliant as pleasure runs through him. She wants to immortalize it, stamp it in her mind’s eye and look at it forever.

She knows she looks just as desperate as he does, legs shaking as she feels her orgasm racing toward her. He keeps a steady pace, the sound of her cunt all but echoing through the room while his thumb circles her clit. It’s almost insulting, how well he is working her up even while she does the same to him. She had half hoped that the pleasure running through him would be some kind of distraction but he seems laser focused, staring between her legs as if he never wants to look away. And she's so close. She can feel it right there, knows that if he keeps going she'll fall over the edge, but just as her orgasm is about to run over her, she knocks his hand away. A desperate whine leaves her, hips bucking up to chase his hand despite having been the one to push it away, and she hears him let out a low groan, his wet fingers closing around her knee.

"Fuck, look at you." His other hand comes up to brush across her tits as if he can't stand the thought of not touching her, catching her nipple between his fingers. She jerks, knowing that was more calculated than it was loving, and slaps his hand away irritably. It doesn’t deter him. "You can give up any time you want, baby, just say the word."

Though she's breathless, frustration and disappointment churning in her gut, she knows he hears the petulance in her voice when she says, "Same goes for you, baby."

He grins, hand falling back between her legs again to play with her clit. There's a smugness there she doesn't like, as if he's sure that she will be the one to beg first, and she decides to wipe the arrogance from his face. Turning slightly, she shuffles a little closer, licking the weeping tip of his cock and before sucking the head into her mouth, fist still pumping at the base. She looks up at him with big doe eyes, trying to look as innocent as she can with his cock in her mouth, and very nearly grins at what she sees.

The effect it has on him is almost immediate. His stomach tenses, mouth dropping open and hand going momentarily still as he watches her, black swallowing the blue of his eye whole. She takes full advantage of his distraction, taking him into her mouth a little deeper and hollowing her cheeks. She knows him, knows every mannerism he has just before he falls apart, and she knows from the look on his face and the way he starts thrusting helplessly into her mouth that he's half a second away from finishing.

Unfortunately, he notices it too and she feels his hand in her hair, tugging her gently off his cock with a frustrated groan. A thin cord of spit connects her to him and he lets out an almost pitiful moan at the sight of it, bringing a grin to her face.

He almost sounds as though he's whining as he says, "You're cheating. Don't cheat."

She tilts her head as she takes him back in hand, reveling in the whimper he lets out. "Why? 'Cause you're gonna come?"

"Because I can't put my mouth on you. S'not fair."

She feels her grin broaden. "And we both know how much you like putting your mouth on me."

He very nearly growls at that before all but tackling her to the bed, forcing her onto her back once more. He kisses her hard, almost punishingly, and she moans into his mouth, both hands coming up to capture his face in her hands. She’s happy for the reprieve, the want burning between her legs too distracting, and takes her time kissing him, in feeling his lips pressing against her own.

"You're such a brat," he mutters against her mouth and she laughs, nipping at his bottom lip to further prove his point. His hand falls to spank her lightly in retaliation, making her jolt again before her own hand drops to find revenge in another way.

It takes him less than a second to follow suit, his fingers running through her to collect the arousal that’s gathered there before pushing a finger back inside her, crooking it up immediately to rub against the spot he knows makes her squirm. They’re both on their sides now and she slings her leg over his hip in an attempt to get more comfortable, still kissing him in the hopes that it will be enough to distract her from falling apart. It does little to help, the pleasure rolling to a boiling point in her belly. In any other circumstance, she would be grateful knowing that her boyfriend knew exactly how to touch her, how to work her up so perfectly, but now she knows that it will be her downfall unless she takes matters into her own hands.

Her mouth drops open, a moan escaping her when he begins circling her clit again, fast enough that her whole body shudders. Knowing now that she is sure to lose should he keep that up, she speeds up her hand in an attempt to bring him over the edge before her. She runs her thumb along the head of his cock, stroking at him faster, and fights the urge to giggle when he pulls away to moan, his head dropping to rest against her shoulder. His lips drag along the skin there, leaving lightning bolts of want in his wake, and her free hand comes up to twist in his hair, lifting herself up slightly.

“Please let me make you come,” she breathes near his ear, biting her lip when he moans faintly in response to it. “You look so pretty when you do. Just want to make you feel good, baby, please.”

She grinds down into his hand subconsciously, rolling her hips in her desperate need for more, and revels in the groan he lets out. She can feel herself clenching around nothing, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her, but she refuses to succumb to her want now. Once she wins, she will gladly keep him in this bed all night and let him do whatever he wants to her. But before then, she wants to watch him fall apart.

“C’mon. Be a good boy for me.”

That does it. He lets out another whiney sound, this one half a moan, as his brows knit together, bucking his hips up into her hand. She strokes at him quickly, once, twice, until he spills himself over her fist with another moan, thrusts stuttering as he finishes.

Though his hand stalled while he came, he picks up where he left off the moment he has recovered, not giving her any time to mourn the loss of her fading orgasm. His fingers comes back up to her clit, circling it as hard and fast as she can handle and pulling a yelp from her. His free hand falls to the leg that still rests across his hip, holding her in place as he rubs at her faster and faster, that familiar coil in the pit of her stomach snapping almost as quickly as it begins to form. She writhes beside him as her orgasm washes over her, a whine leaving her as her head tips back, giving him enough room to press a litany of open mouthed kisses across her throat.

All at once, the room falls silent, the faint droning of the TV in the next room still humming on where they left it. They’re both panting and Aemond turns onto his back, his hand keeping her leg splayed across his lap while he does it, a faint stretch burning in her thigh.

"I win," she announces breathlessly, wiping her hand clean of him before flopping onto her side, cheek pressing tight against his chest.

He vibrates under her face with a huffed laugh, his hand comes up to stroke at her hair mindlessly. "I think you already got your prize."

She turns her head up to meet his eye. "And if I want another one?"

He turns down to kiss her again. This time, it’s much gentler, all the desperation that had filled the air between them simmering down to nearly nothing. A part of her thinks that he may be content to simply lay here with her in their disheveled bed but then he reaches for her ass again, using his grip there to tug her to lay flat on top of him. His cock is already half hard between them and she feels the side of her mouth quirk up at the realization that he is, in fact, not quite done yet.

“That can be arranged.”

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burntb4bydoll · 1 year

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If your comfortable with it Could you please write overstimulation with Bill & Tom like reader is a fan and they both liked her and they decided that the one who eats her out the best gets to fuck her (but they just start overstimulating her Couse she tastes addicting) with hair pulling and all that (you can't tell me they never fought over a girl at least a little)

I absolutely love this idea thank you for the request! They literally both had their first kiss with the same girl so I agree

Bill and Tom Kaulitz x Reader

Summery: The twins both want you to themselves but why not have both😇

Warnings: hair pulling, overstimulation, light choking, oral (fem receiving), threesome ish? Idk don’t worry the twins aren’t touching each other or nothing😭

You barely remember how you ended up here. One second you were meeting your favorite band and now your making out with two of the members? You are currently living every girls wet dream. Your train of thought was broken when Tom pulled your face away from Bills.

“Hey, you need to share her Bill. Im sure she wants me more anyways.” Tom smirks, holding your face with one of his hands. Bill rolled his eyes and lightly pushes Toms shoulder.

“Yeah? Well look how flustered she is from kissing me. Im pretty sure she wants both of us so calm down” They were talking about you like you weren’t even there. You huffed, missing their lips on yours. “Aww its ok, Ill give you my attention honey.” Bill coos at you, flashing his beautiful smile at you. But before he could kiss you again, Tom pulls you into him and smashes his lips onto yours. You gasped at the roughness of the boy, which made him smirk into the kiss. He pulls away slowly and tilts your head up to look up at him.

“You want me to touch you baby?” You shake your head quickly leaning closer to him. Bill comes up behind you and starts leaving hot kisses anywhere he can reach. You tip your head back to lay your head against his chest.

“Tom, we need to take turns with her.” Tom sighs and looks at Bill.

“Hmm ok, I wanna go first though” Bill nodded and pulled you towards the hotel bed. Bill sat on the bed and yanked your body so that your back was touching his chest. Tom sits in front of you and starts pulling your pants down. “Is this ok?” You nod at him, which makes him stop his movements “use your words baby, cmon.”

“Yeah its ok Tom” you tell him shakily. Bill plays with your hair to calm you down. Tom finally gets your pants off and immediately rip your underwear off of you. You gasp, he seriously just ripped some of the cutest underwear you owned.

“Don’t worry, we’ll buy you some more.” Bill laughs, making your body bounce against him slightly. You can feel Toms breath against you and you buck your hips up, hoping he gets the hint. He chuckles a bit before looking you in the eyes and attaching his mouth onto you. Both of you moan at the contact. Tom grabs your thighs and pulls you closer, needing to taste more of you. You can feel him groaning into you, sending shocks through your body. You reached up and hold onto Bills arms that we’re holding you in place.

“Fuck, she tastes so damn good.” Tom groans while still using his tongue to fuck you. You whine and grind onto his pretty face. You couldn’t stop yourself from finishing on his mouth. He continued working his mouth on you for a while until Bill stopped him.

“Ok let me have a turn now.” Bill said, shoving Toms head away from you. Tom rolled his eyes and moves to sit behind you like Bill was doing before. He pulls you into his chest and lets his hand rest on your throat. Bill wastes no time, immediately lowering his head between your legs. You whine, already feeling sensitive from Toms mouth. Bill sighs happily and closes his eyes once he tastes you.

“Ah! Bill please- give me a minute I just-“ you were cut off when Tom squeezed your throat and tilted your head up.

“Let him play with you baby, doesn’t he deserve a turn?” He mocked you. You could feel Bill lightly giggling against you. He sped up his movements and dug his nails into your hips. You moved your hips, trying to escape his assault on your clit, but Bill yanked you back and pushed his fingers into you. This made you see stars and you whimpered loudly. Bill can feel you squeezing around his fingers and curls them up to make you cum faster. Once you cum, your left with shaking legs and you chest burns from trying to catch your breath.

“Oh sweet girl, just wait till we fuck you.” Bill smirks. Oh this was about to be a long night.

PART 2

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soap x fem! reader

soap acts mean with you after he caught you humping your teddy while he was out

wc 1.6k

cw degradation, spanking, p in v, pussy slaps, implied dacryphilia ??, orgasm denial, basically johnny being a meanie who loves mocking your voice (neil reference!!)

notes guys i only uses like little scottish vocab because i'm SCARED to try and write a scottish accent, buy i will surely do it in the future !! just don't wanna butcher it right now.

18+ under cut, mdni.

"johnny! please, i'm so close!"

johnny's voice rang in the bedroom, laced with mockery while he purposely tried to make it high-pitched enough to mimic your voice. a wolfish grin adorned his lips as he watched you struggle on top of your teddy pink, your hips twitching and grinding clumsily, you being bare except that shirt you were wearing — which you had seemingly borrowed from him.

"f-fuck you..." you would sob out, your voice nothing but sweet despite the frustration lingering on it.

it all had started off when johnny had caught you humping on your teddy like the needy little thing you are, loud moans leaving your lips. he had just came back home from buying some groceries, and you just couldn't control your needs for a few hours, could you?

you were an embarrassed mess once you had spotted him from the corner of your eyes as he stood at the door of your shared bedroom, his royal blue eyes watching you in amusement. you were quick to hop off your teddy and cover your botton half with a blanket, cheeks all pink whilst excuses and babbles left your lips. "sorry, johnny... didn't mean to! got so needy i just..." you whined in embarrassment, all frustrated and needy from not reaching your climax, yet somewhat ashamed at the same time for being caught.

"tch, such a naughty lil' lass you are." he clicked his tongue and folded his arms, feigning betrayal as a frustrated pout adorned his lips. "havin' fun all without me?" he grumbled under his breath, taking heavy long steps towards the bed, his eyes darkening up a bit.

"go on. why did ya stop, bonnie? don't want me watchin' you?"

that's how you found yourself back on your cute big teddy, arms slung around the big head as you tried to steady yourself, tired legs trembling whilst your wet, aching cunt rubbed against the teddy's torso, your lips letting out soft whimpers.

"oh, come on. my baby wasn't moaning so quietly earlier." johnny chuckled and playfully delivered a gentle smack on your plush ass, his fingers kneading onto the soft flesh before letting it go, callused hands grabbing your waist and lifting you up your teddy with ease.

he was quick to flip you on your stomach and pin your down on the bed, straddling you from above. "fuckin' naughty lass, can't even fuck the poor teddy properly." he clicked his tongue, feigning frustration as his hands moved from your waist and back to your ass, right hand raising up to deliver a harsh slap that was enough to make you sob and bury your face in the soft plush of the pillows.

"what happened to oh please, johnny! or wanna cum so bad!, eh?" he sneered, using that high pitched voice of his once again. he had this sick habit of always mocking your moans and pleas, loving the way you would hide your face in embarrassment while your eyes would tear. you didn't mind it tho, did you? it was all fun, and in the end, he loved you too much to actually hurt your feelings.

"sorry... just want you so bad, can't think anymore..." you would babble in between your sniffles, head turning back a bit to look at him with those teary eyes of yours that were enough to make him melt internally.

"poor baby." he cooed, leaning down to press soft kisses on the back of your neck, your brain going all mushy at the sudden affection. "can't do it on your own, mmh? only need your johnny's cock, right?" he whispered lovingly, that familiar condescending tone lacing his words, making your hips twitch in his grasp.

you were such a mess right now, your ass stinging from the slaps whilst your cunt was a big wet mess, thighs quivering in need while tears streaked your cheeks, your hands grasping onto your teddy and pulling it next to you so you could cuddle it. "please, johnny..." you sobbed quietly, squirming impatiently beneath his weight.

johnny rolled his eyes, pretending to be exhausted of your pleas as he gripped your waist and flipped you on your back, eliciting a surprised squeek from your lips. "actin' like a bitch in heat." he clicked his tongue, his hand quick to snake down to palm your slippery cunt, his thumb pressing down on your clit. his cock was throbbing in his jeans, aching to be free though he resisted the urge, for now.

his fingers would gently dip into your folds to collect the slick precum, slowly spreading it all over your cunty. he was just filthy like that, loved painting everything in your slick. just as you thought he was going to be gentle and take care of you, his raised his hand to gently slap your needy cunt, causing you to squirm in surprise, thick tears rolling down your cheeks.

"this is what you get for not being good and touching yourself without me, m'eudail." he growled in your ear, royal blue eyes flicking up and down your splayed out body — taking in the sight of your tear-streaked face and messy hair, the shirt - his shirt that you were wearing now all hiked up to reveal your tummy, your spread out legs and your flushed cunt. such a messy thing, all for him.

"s'okay, bonnie. gonna make you feel so good that you will forget 'bout anythin' else that could give you pleasure." he grinned cheekily, hands impatiently undoing his jeans, tugging him down alongside his boxers to reveal his cock — a nice length of 7.5 inches, curved and uncut, and oh fuck was it girthy.

his hands would guide your knees to press up against your chest, your hands immedietly supporting your thighs, cheeks flushed in embarrassment while your whole cunt was in full display. "fuckin' gorgeous." he hissed, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your pouty lips before he pulled back and pressed the raging swollen tip of his cock against the entrance of your heat, causing you to gasp and tense up.

"ssh, relax. s'gonna feel so good." he whispered gently, a stark contrast from his earlier mean behavior. he would press kisses on your temple to calm you down, a shy smile forming on your lips as your sniffled, a shaky sigh leaving your lips.

"i love you..." you mumbled out softly, your hands holding onto the back of your thighs tight whilst your teddy was still snugged by your side. johnny would slowly slide his cock into your cunt, feeling your walls instantly tightening around his girth. despite his earlier actions of degrading you, he was very gentle when he was pushing himself in, not wanting to cause any wounds. all sweet, just for you.

"i love you too, lass." he grunted out, hands moving from your knees before he pressed both elbows of his above your shoulders, caging you. "fuck... just like that. so perfect f'me..." he groaned into your ear, face nuzzling into your neck while you felt his stubble tickling your sweaty skin. once his cock was all snug cozy inside your warm, comfy cunt, he began to slowly thrust in and out, hips move in an experienced manner. you both were quite the noisy onea, him grunting and groaning in your ears while you were whimpering and moaning in his ears, your eyes fluterring ship whilst your legs were wide spread. this position made his public hair grind against your clit, causing you to twitch in pleasure.

your ass was all red from his earlier smacks, all marked up by him. no damn teddy could make you cum, only him. was he really being fussy over a teddy? yes. but he couldn't help it! you were only his. his eyes would send glares to the teddy besides you before they focused back on your face, watching your brows knit in pure pleasure as his cock hit the spongy spots inside you, slamming against your cervix whilst stretching your cute cunt out — creating a nice mix of pain and pleasure that you just loved.

his pelvis continued to grind against your throbbing clit whilst his cock fastened up its pace, ramming into your cunt. your legs trembled with each deep thrust while he practically fucked your brain out, your leaking cunt tightening around him. "need to cum, please...!" you sobbed out, feeling the familiar knots tightening up in your stomach.

as soon as you were about to reach your orgasm, johnny stilled inside your cunt, slowly pulling out. you whined in surprise, teary eyes widening in disbelief as you saw a familiar mean grin forming on his lips once again, panting softing. "heh, not so fast, bonnie." he breathed out heavily, his hand giving his throbbing cock a few more strokes before thick strings of cum oozed out of his cock, spraying over your tummy and thighs.

you could only stay still and cry softly while your mean boyfriend denied you your orgasm while cumming all over you, a hoarse chuckle leaving his lips.

"bad lasses don't get to cum. now why don't you beg in that cute whiny voice of yours, eh? then i might reconsider."

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