#Naked 100 Juice

[fannyspammy]

Like A Gold Statue

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: You help Adam wind down ;) for the first time.

Warnings: VERY MUCH 18+!!!, masturbation, a little voyeurism/exhibitionism, very little plot

A/N: fourth part to the Firsts series! If you haven’t read the previous parts yet, my masterlist is here! (Can be read as a stand-alone tho!) A few spicy chapters for y’all but we getting back into fluff soon!

taglist: @spderm4nnnn @nocturnest

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Y/n laid on her bed, legs spread. She and Adam agreed they wouldn’t rush into sleeping together, but after their steamy makeout session the week before — seeing the big, wet stain on Adam’s grey sweats from how she made him feel — her drive was kicked up to 100.

Seeing him in his underwear earlier that day didn’t help. Y/n didn’t mean to walk in on him changing, but she wasn’t sorry she did. Now she was aroused, & she had about an hour to do something about it before they were supposed to meet the other Guardians for dinner.

So there she was, laying on her bed, eyes closed, a hand tucked beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. Y/n played with her clit, flicking it back and forth, playing with the pressure. She stroked it lightly and pretended her fingers were Adam’s tongue, teasing her.

“Ohh, Adam, yes,” she moaned.

Y/n pressed down, applying more pressure, and began to rub slowly.

“Yes.. yes.. mmm, yes.. Adam!”

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

Y/n opened her eyes to find Adam leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, with an amused smirk on his face. His pants were obviously tighter than they were meant to be.

“The front door was open so I let myself in,” Adam continued, eyes glued to her movements.

Y/n didn’t let his gaze stop her. Instead she explained herself. “I’m imagining your head between my legs.”

Adam bit his lip and watched as she continued pleasuring herself, each moan driving him crazy.

“You’re welcome to join me if you’d like,” y/n said, using her free hand to gesture toward the armchair across the bed.

Adam sat down, his erection clearly trying to break free from its fabric home. Now that she had an audience, y/n pulled her shirt over her head and kicked her pants off her ankles. Adam’s eyes widened at the sight of her for the first time. He pulled his golden cock out of his pants and began to stroke it slowly.

“Mm, Adam, you’re so big,” y/n moaned, eyeing his solid length. She dipped her fingers into her folds and spread them. “I’m picturing that big, golden cock right here.”

Adam stroked himself harder, pre-cum leaking from his tip. “You’re so wet for me already, y/n.”

Y/n dipped a finger into her entrance. “So wet for you.”

Adam watched intently as she added another finger, going deeper into herself. He stroked faster as she curled her fingers, her back arching as she did so.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he praised. She moaned his name.

Then she locked her eyes with his. “Adam, baby, take your clothes off for me. I want to see all of you while you touch yourself for me.”

The man obeyed, completely removing his pants & his shirt. He sat naked on her armchair, like a gold statue of a Greek god. The golden vein of his cock shifted as his fist worked its way to his brilliant tip.

“Baby, touch your breasts for me,” he commanded. His eyes were full of lust as she obeyed, rolling a nipple with her free hand.

Her other hand continued working at her wet centre, juices spilling out as she pumped in and out.

“Faster, y/n. Touch yourself faster for me. You’re so pretty touching yourself for me.”

“Mm, Adam… tell me what you want to do to me, please,” y/n asked, her breaths becoming uneven as she began to near her high.

Adam’s strokes quickened as he thought about the ways he wanted her.

“I want you in my lap, riding my cock. I want to stretch you out until you fit perfectly around me. I want to pull your hair as I fuck you from behind and suck on your neck, leaving marks for everyone to see that you’re mine.”

Y/n had never heard her golden boy talk so dirty. He was usually so pure & innocent. But she loved that she was the only one who got to see this side of him. Hearing him tell her that he wanted her as bad as she wanted him — knowing he was picturing railing her and leaving marks on her — was enough to drive her over the edge.

With a few more hard pumps y/n arched her back as she reached her climax, her legs trembling as she touched herself through her high. “Ohh, Adam!”

The sight of his woman sprawled across the bed, a panting mess from her fantasies of him, brought Adam to his own climax, and he came on his torso with a cry of her name. He leaned his head back in bliss as he came down from his high. When he brought his head up again he found y/n standing in front of him.

Y/n got onto her knees & looked Adam in the eyes. Without breaking eye contact she slowly licked the cum off of his abs. As she finished she stood up in front of him, licking her lips.

Adam leaned back in his chair. “I want to taste you.”

With an aroused smirk, y/n swiped 2 fingers through her folds, still slick with her juices. Resting a knee on the portion of the chair between Adam’s legs, she leaned forward and brought her fingers to his lips, her other hand on his chest to steady herself.

Adam took his fingers between his lips and sucked eagerly, relishing in her taste. Y/n moaned softly at the sensation before slowly pulling her fingers out.

Grabbing her by the hair, Adam pulled her into a rough kiss, both of them moaning as he sucked on her tongue. When they finally pulled away for breath, y/n stood up and walked to pick up her clothes.

Adam raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

Y/n pulled her shirt over her head and made her way to the door.

“We’re late for dinner.”

#adam warlock #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg 3 #gotg v3 #guardians of the galaxy #gotg vol 3 #marvel #mcu #will poulter #will poulter imagine #will poulter x reader #will poulter smut #adamwarlock #adam warlock smut #adam warlock imagine #adam warlock x reader

[goquokka00]

The Roomie Effect (Finale)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Summary: You're roommates with your friend Jisung and his boyfriend, Minho. The downsides? You're attracted to both of them, and they're a fairly...active couple. Little do you know; they're also attracted to you. And they want you to be in their relationship with them.

Pairings: Jisung X Reader (F!) X Minho

Genre: Fluff, humor, non-idol au but Stray Kids still knows each other, smut (MDNI)

Warnings: Mentions of sex and alcohol, "vaping" (reader uses diffuser sticks like pure and cloudy, so no nicotine), vomiting, handjob (Minho's jerking Jisung off), Minsung action is caught by reader on accident, cumshot, threesome, Soft and Hard Dom! Minho, Whiny Babbling Needy Sub! Jisung, Whiny Needy Sub! Reader, oral (Male and Female receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, anal sex (Male X Male), A bit of degrading, dirty talk, Cream pie, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)

Word Count: 10.8K

Mornings were always so peaceful to Minho.

Whenever he woke up, he'd always feel warm. Mainly because Jisung would always be curled right up into his chest. The sight of his lover was the one thing that always seemed to melt Minho's heart.

His mouth was slightly open, his cheek squished against the pillow. Soft snores left his mouth, while a peaceful look was on his face. If Jisung had been fucked good enough, sometimes there'd even be drool going down to the pillow.

All in all, it was a sight Minho absolutely bathed in. It was one that always got him to smile, seeing his love like that. Though, when Minho would start moving for the day, it would always stir Jisung, too.

"Mmn...'s too early." Jisung grumbled, Minho just kissing his forehead.

"Good morning to you too, baby." Minho replied. He was just met with Jisung going further into him. "Sleep okay?"

"Yeah..." Jisung nodded, pressing some kisses to Minho's bare chest. "I always do when you fuck me well. You know that."

"I do, I do." Minho smiled at Jisung's small actions. His hand went up to Jisung's hair, a low hum leaving his lips. "You're awfully clingy this morning."

"Can't help it." Jisung mumbled, looking up at Minho. "I had that dream again."

"That dream?" Minho asked, Jisung nodding.

"You know that dream. About her." Jisung said to him.

Of course, that dream. It was one that Jisung had every so often about you. A wet dream about you, that is. Your naked body, your curves out for both him and Minho to see. Jisung would be in between your legs, eating you out and drinking your juices which he firmly believed would taste so, so sweet. As he did that, Minho's cock would be in your mouth, and your moans would be muffled by it.

And then, Jisung would enter you, waiting patiently for Minho to enter him. It was so hot to Jisung, the idea of getting to be inside of you while being filled by Minho. Just thinking about it made Jisung hard on the spot. And once Jisung had cum, Minho would pull out of Jisung and fuck you senseless, just like he did to Jisung every time they've had sex.

Minho had heard this dream come from Jisung a lot, and it would make sense that Jisung would have it the night you had kissed both of them.

"Do you want help?" Minho offered, tilting Jisung's head up.

"Please."

And with that, their lips collided, a mish mash of tongue and urgency. Minho was quick to put Jisung onto his back, hovering over him in an instant. Jisung immediately whined when he felt Minho's dick press against his own, squirming to get friction.

And then, there was a loud bang.

Jisung and Minho both froze upon hearing clattering and stomping, only for a door to swing open, and gagging to follow. The two immediately looked at each other, feeling their hearts drop. They'd have to get back to this later.

"I'll go and get water." Minho said, Jisung nodding as they both got up out of bed, moving to get somewhat dressed. Minho settled on boxers and a T-Shirt, while Jisung just threw on a pair of sweatpants.

From there, they both went their separate ways, Minho going to the kitchen to get some water for you. Jisung went right into the bathroom, seeing you with your head in the toilet as you continued to vomit up the alcohol you had consumed last night.

"Oh, Y/n..." Jisung trailed. He immediately went to you, pulling your hair back and sitting behind you, rubbing your back as you continued to blow chunks. "You're doing good, just let it all come out of your system, okay?"

You wanted to respond, but you couldn't stop vomiting. Your hands gripped the toilet as you kept your head in the bowl, gagging and coughing out the last of it, spitting out any access, only for more to follow. Jisung, while grossed out by it, still stayed by your side, looking away from it but still rubbed your back.

And before long, you finished. You carefully sat back up, still leaning over the toilet bowl slightly, just in case. Small breaths left you as your face scrunched in pain.

"Fuck..." You trailed, holding your head in your hand.

"Better?" Jisung asked, watching your head nod slightly.

"Kind of..."

"Pain killers?"

"Please." Done and done. Jisung carefully got up, grabbing the pill bottle and getting the amount you'd need. Just as he did so, Minho carefully walked in, seeing the both of you still in the bathroom.

"Damn, you look like shit." Minho told you, handing you the water. You just gave him a sarcastic smile as you took it from him, taking the pills from Jisung.

"Gee, thanks. I feel like it too, so you're aware." You said, taking the pills before drinking the meds, reaching up and flushing your bile down the toilet.

"I don't blame you; I mean, you were pretty drunk last night." Jisung said to you. You took another sip of water, carefully standing up as the two boys left the room. You trudged behind them, the three of you going into the kitchen.

"Was I bad?" You asked. Your memories from the previous night were pretty fuzzy. You could remember things here and there, but not too much.

Upon hearing your question, Minho and Jisung looked at each other, blushing a bit. And immediately, your heart dropped.

"Oh god, what did I do?"

"Nothing! You did absolutely nothing, you were perfect!"

"Han Jisung, you and I both know that when I'm drunk, I don't have any filters or boundaries point blank period!"

"Well YEAH, but the real question is why you went drinking without telling either of us! Or inviting me!"

"What the hell does that even matter?"

"Don't you think you should've said something?!"

"Hey!" Minho yelled. Jisung just backed off, running a hand through his hair as you plopped down into a stool near the counter, putting your head back into your hands. "Her head must be pounding, so keep the volume down for a while."

"Fine." Jisung grumbled, sitting next to you.

"However." Minho said, looking to you. "It would be nice to know why you went drinking out of absolute nowhere last night. Without telling either of us."

"Or inviting me."

"Shut up."

Jisung just pouted, putting his head in his arms on the counter. And then, Minho looked to you, only for you to avert your gaze.

"Y/n."

"I just thought that I needed to get out, I guess."

"Okay, and?"

"There isn't an "and". I just wanted to go out."

"If you just wanted to go out, you would've invited Jisung."

"Yeah!" Jisung exclaimed, only to get glares from the both of you. He went back to pouting. And then, Minho gave you a concerned look.

"Hyunjin said you were avoiding some feelings? You know, if you need to talk, you have us, right?"

"I know, but..." You sighed, crossing your arms and looking down. Jisung perked his head back up at your behavior, and Minho tilted his head. "I just...needed to figure it out for myself first, I guess."

"Does it pertain to us?" Jisung asked, looking to you.

"Kind of?" You said, shrugging. "I guess I just...I'm tired of being single. I want to get out there, and I want a guy who treats me like Minho treats you."

"Oh, so you're jealous of what we have?" Jisung asked, watching you nod.

"I guess so, yeah." You concluded. "But enough about that. Can you please tell me what happened last night?"

Minho and Jisung looked to each other, getting nervous once more. They felt that with your hangover, the last thing you needed was finding out you had kissed them. What if you got grossed out? What if you didn't like that?

"Well for starters, you tried to strip in front of me." Jisung told you, which made you blush.

"No shot, did I really?" You asked, Jisung laughing as he nodded.

"You did, really." Jisung told you, watching you whine from embarrassment and hide your face.

"You also wanted cuddles from me." Minho said, only for you to make an embarrassed noise. How could you not?

"Oh my god..." You trailed.

"Hey, I'm not complaining." Minho said, shrugging at your embarrassment. "I'm a cuddly drunk too."

"He is, it's really adorable, actually." Jisung laughed, only to get punched in the shoulder. "Ow! Hey, I was just telling the truth!"

"I'm so sorry, I...I'm horrible." You laughed a bit, the two boys laughing with you.

"Really, don't worry about it. Trust me, it could've been a lot worse." Minho told you.

"That's fair." You giggled.

"Well, now that that's out of the way...can you please make breakfast now?" Jisung asked, looking to Minho.

"What? Why me?"

"Because you make the best hangover food! And Y/n is hungover?"

"So needy..."

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You let out a huff as you set your mug down, leaning back against your chair. Why didn't you do this paper before getting drunk? Being hungover (while most of the symptoms were gone) made it ten times harder to think about what to write. You really hated yourself for that one.

The tea that Minho forced you to drink definitely helped, even though you despised tea and you would much rather have coffee. But coffee already made your stomach hurt, and drinking it while hungover would result with your head back in the toilet.

Speaking of, you had just finished that tea, and knew you should probably start consuming water to really flush out any access alcohol left in your system. Besides, you needed a break from the paper that you were currently working on. And so, you stood up, making your way to the kitchen.

Music blasted through your airpods as you gently swayed to the beat, grabbing a cup and holding it to the faucet. Once it was semi-full, you went to the freezer, getting out some ice and putting it into your glass. After all, the only way you really enjoyed water is if it was ice water.

As you turned to fill up the rest of your glass, you noticed something very familiar on the counter. A very similar looking notebook. You hummed, setting the glass onto the counter before pulling the notebook out from underneath several newspapers and magazines that would always come through the mail. And at the sight of the familiar black cover, your eyes widened.

Jisung's damn lyric book.

It was still out here. Seriously? You couldn't help but sigh, figuring that it hadn't moved since the last time you encountered it. Except this time, you weren't going to look into it. Nope. You learned your lesson the last time.

Instead, you decided that you'd just go and set it into his room. You hadn't seen Jisung or Minho since you had decided to just go and chill in your room, wanting to watch some Netflix or YouTube while working on homework. But you figured that just popping into Jisung's room to return the lyric book would be better than having the book out in the open.

And so, with both airpods still in, you gently hummed to the music, walking to Jisung's room with the book in your hand. Once you got to the closed door (all of you always kept your bedroom doors closed for privacy reasons), you gently knocked, before opening the door.

"Hey, I found this on the--OH MY GOD!" You immediately covered your eyes at the sight of Jisung naked on his couch, Minho behind him as his hand pumped his boyfriend's cock. Just as you yelled that, Jisung cried out, cumming right on the spot.

"Fuck, Y-Y/n, I--"

"I'm so sorry, here, I'll just--I'm just gonna set this here." You said, placing the book on his keyboard. "U-Um...please, carry on, and um...use protection?"

And then, you left, closing the door behind you as you quickly went to your room. Holy Guacamole. That was extremely embarrassing. The second you sat down on your chair, you immediately put your hands over your face and screamed, knowing that your face was probably rivaling a ripe tomato right about now.

How the hell were you supposed to face them now?

You couldn't. There was no way. That image of Jisung leaning back against Minho's chest while getting a handjob from his boyfriend was officially stuck in your head. It was hot, way too hot. But because it happened so damn quickly, you didn't even get a good look at his--

You slapped your cheeks at the thought of that. He was taken. You knew better than to fantasize about your friend's dick. Hell, you knew better than to fantasize about either of them. Or both of them. It was wrong. It was so wrong.

You let out a breath, going and grabbing one of your diffusers. It didn't matter which one it was, you just needed to calm down about this whole situation. As soon as you popped it into your mouth, you took a deep breath, inhaling a lot more of the vapers than you usually would. And then, you slowly breathed out, watching the access flow from your mouth.

It was always so soothing.

After your third puff, you decided that you had to finish your homework. That was your first priority. And so, you turned on Netflix once more, letting out a shaky sigh before getting back to work on your paper. You typed and typed, zoning out somewhere in the work. You finished surprisingly fast, going over your work a few times to check for any spelling or grammar mistakes. And then, you turned in your work.

From there, you glanced back to your TV, which was still playing the show you had decided to watch. Not much of a surprise, you supposed. But, you still had so many thoughts. So many things you had to get out of your head. Your mind was spinning. It was just so hard to think.

So what better way to get it all out than to write about it?

You had a notebook for that, anyway. It was where you kept all of your darkest thoughts, and only came out in times where you couldn't go to anyone. Well, you could. You always could. But sometimes, you really didn't want to.

It was a pink Campus notebook. One that you had labeled "i'm doing okay.", even though most of the stuff inside the notebook definitely didn't seem like you were doing okay.

You flipped to the next empty page, took out a pen, a random color, you didn't really care. And with that, you started writing.

"I really haven't done this in a while, but I need to get this out. These feelings, these thoughts...they're too much. I can barely handle them, I guess. Hell, I got drunk over it last night, so doing this is probably for the better. So, I suppose I'll just start by being blunt.

I like Jisung and Minho.

I know, I know, it's wrong. It's wrong and stupid and selfish. For one, I like my friend. The friend that I've gotten so close to, the friend that I live with. I like him. Well, I guess it's love now? I don't know.

But what's worse? Liking his boyfriend. His boyfriend, Minho, the sweetest lover I think I've ever witnessed in my life. He's someone I've always dreamed about dating. And he's perfect for Jisung. And here I am, wishing that I was dating both of them. God, I want to so badly, but that's selfish. It's inconsiderate, I think. To want both, when they already have each other. It's not fair to them.

I'd be getting in the way of a good relationship. A perfect relationship, actually. I feel like if I were to bring up that I liked them, they'd be uncomfortable. I feel like, in the complete off chance that they feel the same way, I'd still be in the way. I'd ruin something beautiful. I don't want to do that to either of them.

But it seems that I keep making this worse for myself. I looked into Jisung's lyric book, seeing these lyrics that could pertain to me. If they do, then that'd be wild. But I shouldn't have peeked, I shouldn't have looked in there to begin with. Those are personal thoughts and feelings, not to be seen by others. And yet, I still looked. And I wasn't ready to see all of those lyrics that could potentially be about me.

I also walked in on Minho jerking Jisung off. I really didn't mean to, I just wanted to give the lyric book back that had been sitting underneath newspapers and magazines. I saw them both in an intimate light, seeing their bare chests, and kind of Jisung's dick? He came just as I walked in, and whatever I did see I don't even remember. I freaked out and left as soon as I could.

And now...I realize just how awful I am. Some nights, I can hear their moans, but I don't put in my airpods to ignore it. I listen to them. I listen to them, fantasizing about what they're doing, and sometimes, I wonder what it'd be like if I got to see it, or even be a part of it.

God, I sound like a pervert.

I want to be with them, but it's wrong. I shouldn't. But...I can't help who I fall in love with. And yet, at the same time, it just had to be with the two I live with. I guess it's just the roommate effect. Or maybe the Roomie Syndrome? I don't know, whatever it is, I have it and it sucks.

Dated, xx/xx/xxxx"

You set your pen down, shutting your book as you looked outside. It was dark outside. You must've been writing for a while. Probably for the better, seeing as your head felt a lot clearer. But still, you couldn't help but think about what you saw. And so, you did the reasonable thing.

You grabbed a diffuser, as well as your airpod case and phone, before going to your window and doing out to your balcony.

You didn't go out on your balcony often, since you were always busy with homework, or would go out and drink, or whatever else you did. But sometimes, when you really needed to just stop and think, or get some fresh air, you'd go out and just lean on the edge of your balcony, watching the stars or the moon or whatever else you could watch.

And that's exactly what you did for a while. You just watched the stars sparkle through the night sky as you listened to some music with one airpod in. You were able to see some constellations, like the big dipper and the little dipper, and Orion's belt. And with a few puffs from your diffuser, you finally managed to calm down. Until a voice startled the peace.

"Hey..." Jisung. You turned, seeing the man standing in the entry way of your balcony. Immediately, you tensed up.

"Hey." You replied, giving a small smile.

"Can I...um..." Jisung trailed, scratching the back of his head. After letting out a breath, he spoke again. "Is it okay if I join you?"

"Yeah, sure." You responded, nodding. And then, you turned back around, looking up at the stars. Jisung was quick to go next to you, giving you a bit of space.

Immediately, the air between you was tense. So tense, you could cut it with a knife.

The silence was too loud for your liking, too. You just continued to listen to your music, too scared to look over at Jisung. Though, Jisung didn't blame you. After all, you had seen him naked. Obviously, you were going to be a little awkward after that. And so was he.

A whole song passed before Jisung finally spoke again.

"So, um...what are you listening to?"

"Um...Sun Goes Down by Lil' Nas X."

"Really?" Jisung asked, watching you nod shyly. The last time he had seen you this shy was when he first met you. You always were pretty shy. But he liked that about you. "Can I listen with you?"

"Sure." You replied. You got out your airpod case, handing him the other, watching as he slipped it in. It wasn't too loud, so he could still hear you. "It's just a chill playlist. Nothing too energetic."

"That's fine with me." Jisung responded. And just like that, it went quiet again. But the silence was shorter, Jisung speaking up again. "Um...thanks for getting my lyric book back to me."

"It wasn't that big of a deal. I just found it on the counter and figured it'd be better to get it back to you rather than having it sit out."

"Yeah." And then, silence again. God, your insides stung. It was so awkward; it was almost suffocating. So suffocating, you really couldn't handle much more of it. And so, after taking a deep breath, you decided to finally come clean.

"I...really need to tell you something." You started, looking to Jisung. Jisung looked back to you, his eyes nervous. Was this it? Were you going to confess to him? Maybe all of this waiting was worth it.

"Oh, um...okay." Jisung said, nodding to you. He had a light blush on his cheeks, and his heart raced. Yours did, too.

"I...um..." You trailed, taking another deep breath. Why was being honest so hard? "I...I looked through your lyric book."

"You did?" Jisung asked, his eyes widening. Well, this was definitely a confession. Just...not one he was really expecting.

"Y-Yeah. I did." You confirmed. "Look, I know...I know it's a big invasion of privacy. And I'm sorry, really, I am. It was wrong of me, and I know that. I just didn't want to tell you because...because..."

"Because...?"

"Because I didn't want you to think less of me." You finally admitted.

"Well, uh...what all did you see?" Jisung asked, noticing how you didn't look at him.

"I mostly just skimmed through everything." You told him. "I have to admit, I really liked what you were writing. It was good."

"Oh, uh, thanks." Jisung blushed more, nodding in acceptance to your words. You read his lyrics. And that meant you would've had to come across...

Oh god.

"So um, did you also come across the last two?" Jisung asked.

"143 and Want so BAD?"

"Yeah, those."

"Mhm."

Well, shit.

Jisung just groaned, hiding his face in his hands. Those were the two songs you REALLY weren't supposed to see. Well, not yet, at least. He wanted to confess his feelings first, and have Minho confess, rather than you finding out from his stupid book.

"I wasn't supposed to see those, was I?" You asked, Jisung letting out a sigh.

"No, you really weren't." Jisung said, only for you to look away from him. You felt awful, more than you already did. "I kind of wanted to tell you before you saw those lyrics."

"Tell me what?"

"That Minho and I..." Jisung took in a big breath, letting it out a bit. "We both really want to be in a poly relationship."

"I kinda figured from the lyrics--"

"No, I mean, yeah, it's in the lyrics, but..." Jisung let out another sigh, running his hands through his hair. "We want to go poly specifically with you."

Oh.

So that really confirmed things for you. And if that didn't, then what Jisung said definitely did.

"We've been thinking about it for a while. I just...I've always kind of liked you, and since we started living together, Minho took a liking to you too, and then you kissed both of us and it just got worse, and--"

"Wait, I kissed you?" You asked, interrupting Jisung's rant. Instantly, he froze. He...wasn't supposed to tell you that. "I kissed both of you?!"

"Um, no?"

"Han Jisung."

"Okay, yeah, you did! When you were drunk, you openly admitted that I was pretty, and then you kissed me, and I wanted to kiss you back but you were drunk and I knew it was wrong, and then you asked Minho to kiss you and he said that he would if you drank water so you did and then he kissed you and then you let out a really cute whine and it turned both of us on a lot because we always imagined what you'd sound like when you whined, you know? N-Not that we'd ever listen in on you or anything, since we're already really bad, but--"

"Jisung, slow down." You interrupted once more. You placed both of your hands on his shoulders, causing him to look at you with wide eyes. "Why didn't you tell me that this morning?"

"Because we weren't quite sure how you'd react to us telling you that." Jisung admitted. "We weren't sure if you'd get grossed out, or if you'd think less of us because we didn't try to stop you right away."

It was the same as how you felt when you had first looked at Jisung's lyric book. So then...the feelings were mutual about that. If you had to be honest, there were a lot of mutual feelings going on right now.

"Oh." That's all you could really say to that in response to that.

Just like that, the two of you turned back to the stars, trying to look anywhere else than each other. A long silence passed by again. It wasn't as tense, but it was still awkward. At least until you spoke up.

"Is Minho here?" You asked, Jisung nodding. Though, you couldn't see it.

"Yeah, he's working on homework." He responded. Though, it didn't take a genius to figure out why you were asking. "Go get him?"

"Go get him."

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Sure enough, after Jisung filled Minho in on what had happened, the three of you were now on your balcony, awkwardly standing with each other as music played from your phone. You figured that having some form of music playing would be better than awkward silence, because let's be real; if there was awkward silence, you three would suffocate in it immediately.

It took a while, nobody on that balcony really knowing where to start. None of you knew who had the rights to start. Minho had just joined in on the party, while you and Jisung had just confessed some pretty important details. So finding a starting point definitely wasn't easy. Until you spoke up.

"Um...I'm sorry for walking in on you guys earlier." You said, looking away from them both. They still stayed quiet, so you cleared your throat, continuing. "It was...um...It was pretty hot."

Both boys looked at each other, before laughing a bit.

"Was it?" Jisung asked, watching you shyly nod. Minho just gave you a soft smile, even though you couldn't see it.

"You know, we were gonna invite you to join us." Minho admitted, making your eyes go wide. You whipped your head to look at them, shocked by his words.

"Are you serious?" You asked, almost as a whisper yell. And that got both boys to laugh a bit.

"Nope." Minho said.

"In all honesty, after you walked in on me shooting my load, I got too shy to even continue." Jisung admitted. "I mean, the girl of my dreams walked in on me getting jerked off by my boyfriend because I was thinking about you."

"Oh." That got you to blush. You looked away, getting shy again. That was with the awkward silence slowly fading in, only for Minho to counter it.

"We're serious, you know." He said, getting your attention again. "We want you to be in a poly relationship with us."

"But why?" You asked, looking over to them. "What you guys have is perfect. Wouldn't adding a third...I don't know...ruin it?"

"You think you'd ruin our relationship?" Minho asked, raising a brow. You nodded, only for Minho to smile and laugh a bit. "I think you'd make it even better."

"But why?"

"Why not?" Minho asked, turning to face you. "Y/n, I haven't known you for as long as Jisung has, but after living with you for how long, I've found that when you're not here, it feels like something's missing. You're the sweetest person I know, always compensating to do whatever it takes to make us happy, even if it might bother you. You've done things that make my heart wrench from how cute or adorable you're being. Seeing you be happy made me realize how much I want to be the one that makes you happy."

"I 100% agree." Jisung added, giving you a smile. "If I'm being honest, which I totally am, there are times I completely forget that you aren't in a relationship with us. Whenever we have meals, or when we're working on homework in the same room or playing video games or talking in the living room, it feels like we're all in one big happy relationship. The times I do realize it is when you aren't cuddling with either of us, or giving us kisses, or having sex with us, and I really want to do all of that with you. Badly."

Hearing their words made your heart flutter. If you had to be honest, you weren't even sure what to do or say. You wanted to jump for joy, you wanted to kiss both of them, you wanted to squeal, you wanted to do what seemed like a million things at the moment. But your brain was still processing all of it.

"So, uh...what are you thinking?" Jisung asked cautiously.

Instead of answering, you just walked away from the balcony, going to your desk to grab something. The two boys looked to each other, watching you closely as you grabbed your notebook, walking back to where they stood. And then, you flipped to the pages you had written earlier, handing the book to them.

"I think...you need to read this." You told them, watching as they put the book in between them, reading it carefully. As they read, you left them alone, going back into the apartment.

You didn't want to see their reaction. You didn't know how they'd react. Judging by what they told you, if it was even true, they'd be thrilled. But...something deep inside of you still doubted everything they had said. For whatever reason, you firmly believed that what they told you wasn't serious. They just wanted you to feel better about everything that you had done.

Everything you were ashamed of doing.

You eventually went into the living room, pacing. Why were you so nervous? You shouldn't be. If they were telling the truth, they would find you and hug you or something, right? So then what was taking them so long? Why haven't they, yet? Were they still reading? Were they processing? Were they shocked? Horrified? Disgusted?

You didn't know. And you hated that you didn't know. You hated it more than anyone would ever know. And yet, when you turned to continue pacing, you saw Jisung looking at you with widened eyes, his mouth slightly open with a blush covering his cheeks.

So fucking adorable.

"Well?" You asked, stopping your pacing as he walked up to you. You weren't surprised that he was done reading first, as Jisung was always a fast reader. Your heart raced as he stopped just in front of you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

"Last night, when you were drunk, you asked me if I didn't want to kiss you after I didn't kiss you back. But fuck, Y/n--I really wanted to." Jisung said, making you confused. Flustered, but confused.

"What does that have to do with--"

Instead of finishing your sentence, you were cut off by Jisung's lips pressing against yours. A surprised squeak left you, a sound you didn't even know you were capable of making. But here you were, having squeaked as Jisung gently kissed you, not sure if you'd kiss him back.

What...the fuck. What the fuck, Jisung was kissing you! The same guy that was your friend, that had a boyfriend, who you were living with, who wanted to be in a poly relationship with you! The guy you liked! What?

That's some crazy shit.

What was even more crazy was that your eyes fluttered closed as you started kissing him back. You couldn't help it. Jisung's lips were soft, slightly pouty. And the way he kissed was urgent. Urgent, a little sloppy, but if you had to be honest, you didn't really mind. To you, it was who Jisung was. And your lips fit with his perfectly.

His hands left your shoulders, going down to your waist to gently yet firmly hold it, your arms going up and around his neck. God, he was addicting. He was so addicting, it was like a drug. Little did you know, you were the exact same to him. But all good things must come to an end, as he finally pulled away, looking down at you with glossy eyes and puffy lips.

You were pretty sure you didn't look much better.

"I...we really want you to be in our relationship. Please, Y/n. You'd make Minho and I so happy." Jisung begged, his eyes searching yours for something, anything. He just wanted you to be theirs. But before you could respond, Minho raced into the room, looking at Jisung.

"Where is she?" He asked, Jisung stepping back slightly to reveal you to his boyfriend. And the second Minho's eyes landed on you, he immediately took you into his arms, kissing you just as urgently as Jisung.

Double what?

His hands went straight to your hips, his lips much more precise. He knew what he wanted, and he'd make sure he'd get it. And you noticed that his lips fit with yours just as well as Jisung's did. It didn't take long for him to move his tongue into your mouth, which made you whine a bit, your arms quickly going around his neck.

Minho was just as intoxicating as Jisung, if not a little more. You honestly couldn't tell, and you really didn't care.

And then, Minho pulled away, breathing heavily as he looked you over. His tongue went out to wet his top lip, his eyes searching yours just as Jisung's did a few seconds ago. A few minutes ago? Who knew?

Who cared?

"You wanting to be with us isn't selfish. It isn't inconsiderate. And it sure as hell isn't wrong. You hear me?" He said. His voice was low, yet so smooth. It sent shivers down your spine. "You deserve everything in the world. Just like Jisung does. And how he thinks I do. So if you want to be in this relationship with us, consider it done."

"Do you want to?" Jisung asked, looking at you with those doe eyes of his. Those beautiful eyes that almost always threw you into a trance. "We aren't gonna force you into it. At the end of the day, it's your decision."

What kind of question was that? Of course you wanted to. You wanted to be in a relationship with them more than you've ever wanted anything else in life. So were you really going to turn them down right now after they both just kissed you and told you all of that?

Fuck no.

"I...I want to." You said, both Minho and Jisung's eyes widening. It wasn't with shock though, it was with happiness. "I really, really want to."

"Thank fucking god." Minho said, pulling you into a hug. You laughed a bit at his sigh of relief, hugging him back. It didn't take long for you to feel Jisung hug you from behind, which made you smile. You reached a hand up, bringing it to the back of Jisung's head to give him some attention as well.

"You have absolutely no clue how happy this makes us." Jisung told you, kissing your cheek.

"Well, it's making me pretty happy, too. Really happy." You told him, looking to Minho. He had his head buried in the crook of your neck, just clinging to you. "You okay, Minho?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just...really happy." Minho told you, lifting his head up to peck your lips. You really didn't blame him, since you were pretty happy too. The three of you were. And absolutely nothing could make this moment any better--

"So, can we all fuck now?" Jisung suddenly asked, causing you to go bright red and Minho to glare at him. "What?! We should, I mean, it's what we've all been waiting for, right?!"

"Sadly, he has a point." Minho grumbled, looking to you. "We'll only do it if it's okay with you, though. But if I'm being honest, I'd personally really like to fuck you."

"I mean, I'm down." You said, giving them both a smile. With that, you stepped out of their grasp, crossing your arms. "Where do we go?"

"Ooo, we can do my bedroom! I've got a full, so I can fit--"

"Barely you and me." Minho interrupted.

"Oh, right."

"My room's not much better, I've only got a full-sized bed too." Minho said. And that resulted in all eyes going to you.

"Mine's a Queen, so it's a bit better?" You said with a shrug. Upon seeing both of their eyes darken, you got your answer. Your bedroom it was. "Fine, follow me."

And so, you immediately led both boys into your room. You let them go in first, so you could shut the door. They both sat on the bed, watching as you got the door shut, as well as the blinds to your balcony door and window. And then, you took out a small remote, looking to them with curious eyes.

"Any particular color you guys like?" You asked, the boys looking at each other before Jisung spoke up.

"I mean, red is my favorite color." He said. You nodded, pressing a button on your remote. And just like that, the lights in your room went red. That just seemed to surprise them both.

"Since when did you add LEDs to your room?" Minho asked, watching you set the remote down.

"A few days ago." You responded, only for Minho to stop you.

"Well, as nice as they are for setting the mood, I wanna see you without the red lights." Minho told you. You nodded, changing them to a dimmer pink.

"Is this okay?" You asked, only for Jisung to nod.

"Fuck yeah." He said as he stood up, going over to you. In an instant, an arm was wrapped around your waist as Jisung pulled you into a kiss, his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth. A hum left him as your tongues danced, and he gently guided you back to the bed.

Minho watched the two of you make out as Jisung sat on the bed, pulling you to his lap so you'd straddle him. Your hands went up into Jisung's hair and Jisung's hands gently massaging your hips, going up and down your torso. It was hot, seeing you both do this. Not to mention the small hums leaving the both of you.

It didn't take long for Minho to stand up and go behind you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. The feeling of him doing that made you whine. And that whine went straight to their cocks.

"Fuck, you sound so hot, baby." Jisung breathed out, pulling away from your lips. You just smiled lazily, going back and leaving kisses that trailed from his lips to his cheek, going down his jawline and straight to his neck.

While you did this, Minho left your neck and went to Jisung's lips, kissing him just as passionately as Jisung had kissed you. And when you add Minho's kiss with your kisses to his neck, it resulted with Jisung whining again, bucking his hips up into yours, causing both of you to moan out. Minho just smirked, pulling you off of Jisung and onto him, making Jisung whine.

"Minho--"

"Don't start with that, Ji." Minho told Jisung. He quickly maneuvered you to lay back against his chest, continuing to kiss your neck. It didn't take him long to find the hem of your shirt, gently grabbing it and lifting it a bit. "I can take this off, right?"

"Y-Yeah, sure." You said, only for your shirt to be lifted over your head. You could see Jisung's eyes widen, a whine leaving him immediately.

"Oh my god, Min, she's--oh fuck, she's so gorgeous." And like that, Jisung went towards you, feeling your collarbones and arms. He hadn't ever seen you like this, whatever he saw last night gone from his memory. But this?

Oh, Jisung could never get sick of this.

"C-Can I touch you? Please?" Jisung asked, looking up at you with those big doe eyes. How could you say no?

"Please..." You told him. Instantly, his hands went to your chest, gently fondling the mounds. Feeling them. Studying them. They felt so soft, so squishy. He wanted to lay his head on them for forever, he wanted to grope them forever, he wanted to kiss and nibble and suck on them forever.

"Here, let's get this off, shall we?" Minho asked, his hands moving to the clasp of your bra. With a slight nod from you, Minho quickly undid your bra, carefully sliding it off. And it didn't take long for Jisung to gently touch your perky nipples, rolling one in his fingers. That rewarded him with a soft moan from you.

"J-Jisung..." You whined, only for Jisung to let out a moan from your words.

"Please, I-I gotta put one in my mouth, I really need to--...please, please let me?" Jisung asked. You nodded, and within an instant, he latched on, gently sucking and flicking with his tongue. Your back arched up against Minho's chest, his hands holding you steady as Jisung continued to go at your breasts.

Though, Jisung couldn't have all the fun. Minho wanted to have fun with you, too. And so, he reached a hand around, pinching the nipple that wasn't getting any attention. And that got a pretty decent moan out of you.

That moan caused Jisung to buck his hips against the bed, a moan of his own leaving him. God, your noises were like a drug to Jisung. He was fully addicted, any noise you made got him to make one, too. He couldn't help it.

"Hey, pretty." Minho gently cooed in your ear. You looked up at him, those eyes of yours looking glossed over with lust. "Last night when you were drunk, you mentioned that you wanted Jisung's dick in your mouth. You still want it?"

"P-Please...I-If he's okay with it--are you okay with it?" You asked, looking down to Jisung. The noise that Jisung made was either a sob or a groan, you couldn't tell.

"Oh my god, please...please, I--I really want your mouth, baby--I gotta have it, please..." Jisung begged, getting up and scrambling to go and lay down on the bed. With one look to Minho and seeing his approving nod, you followed, crawling over to him.

You carefully made your way over, getting on top of Jisung before kissing his lips again, humming as Jisung kissed you urgently, sloppily...but so, so well. The kiss didn't last long, as your hands grabbed the hem of his own shirt and lifted it up and over, taking it off.

His chest had muscle. He wasn't a body builder by any means, but he definitely wasn't scrawny. His arms and chest were built well. Really well. Defined. Fit. Just the way you liked it.

Your kisses trailed down his chest, your eyes never leaving his as you went to one of his own perky nipples, gently taking it into your mouth and suckling on it, getting a moan out of Jisung's lips. And then, you continued to kiss down his abs, to his V-line, which was where you stopped, being blocked by his sweats.

You looked up at him once more, seeing his eyes on you. They were pleading you, his lips slightly swollen, but just as pouty as they always were. You smiled gently, placing a kiss onto his hard bulge, getting a desperate cry out of him.

And then, you slowly slid his sweats and boxers off, being met with his cock that sprung out, slapping against his bare stomach. You felt your eyes go wide at the sight, and your tongue unintentionally went to wet your lips.

He was beautiful.

His dick was probably 8 inches. He had girth, but he was longer rather than girthy. He had a mushroom tip, angry red and leaking like a faucet. And oh god, was he hard. Harder than you thought he'd be. But it was gorgeous all the same.

"Holy shit..." You trailed, slowly bringing your hand to it. Jisung watched you like a hawk, his body jolting as your hand slowly wrapped around him. "You're so pretty, Ji..."

"Y-You think so?" Jisung asked, watching you nod. God, he felt like he was gonna go feral. Sure, he had seen Minho's hand wrapped around his dick plenty of times, but seeing your smaller, daintier hand around his cock the way it was?

He was shocked he didn't cum on the spot.

"Mhm." You nodded, smiling as you slowly moved your hand up and down. You noticed that as you got to the tip, Jisung would whine and moan pretty loudly. You guessed he had a sensitive tip. You could use that to your advantage.

"M-Mouth...please, I nee-I really need to feel your mouth around me, please, please pl--Oh...shit...!" Jisung immediately cut himself off as your tongue trailed up his shaft, only for your mouth to encase his tip.

Your tongue swirled around him, going around the entirety of his tip before going right in between his slit, making Jisung cry out, looking to Minho, who had been watching the entire time. And as you bobbed your head, Jisung started to moan, looking to Minho.

"Is it up to your expectations?" Minho asked, watching as Jisung gathered your hair into a ponytail, guiding you to the pace he had wanted.

"Mo-More, it's so much more--beyond, I... holy fuck, Min, it's-her mouth is so fucking good, I-I can't last like this, I--"

"You better not." Minho growled, getting out of his own clothes. He walked over to the both of you, carefully pulling you off of Jisung's cock. A whine of disapproval left Jisung, not that Minho cared. "You're gonna cum when I tell you to cum, got it?"

"Bu-But Min, I--"

"Shut it." Minho growled. His voice sent shivers down your spine as his gaze left Jisung, going to you. "As for you. Take those shorts off and lay next to Jisung. Keep your panties on, though."

If you had to be honest, you were too scared to not obey Minho. You quickly got up, letting Minho go and kiss Jisung again. While they made out, you quickly pulled your shorts off, leaving you in your panties before going and lying next to Jisung on your back, waiting patiently. And when Minho looked over to you, he smiled.

"Good girl." Minho praised. It made your chest flutter, if you had to be honest. With that, Minho looked to Jisung, raising a brow. "Well? You said you wanted to taste her. Go and taste her."

"Wait--are you serious?" Jisung asked, his eyes widening at the opportunity. Upon seeing Minho's unwavering expression, Jisung immediately got up, going in between your legs and settling there.

He didn't waste any time pressing kisses to your inner thighs, his eyes not leaving yours as you squirmed in anticipation. And just as Jisung pulled back to take your panties off, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Baby, look at you...you're so wet for us. You're practically leaking through your panties." Jisung commented, gently putting a finger onto the wet patch on the cloth. You immediately squirmed, letting out a whine.

"J-Jisung..." You whimpered, Jisung pressing another kiss to your thigh.

"Don't worry, my baby. Just let me enjoy this, okay?" Jisung asked, watching you nod. He gave you a smile, before finally taking off your panties, only for his jaw to drop at the sight of you. "Oh my god...you're so beautiful, Y/n."

Jisung could barely believe his eyes at the sight of your dripping cunt. He gently spread you out, admiring every last bit of you while you squirmed in anticipation, wanting something, anything from him. It didn't take him long to press a light kiss to your clit, making your body jolt.

And then, he went at it.

He lapped at your juices, like a thirsty man in the middle of the dessert. His main focus was your clit, but every here and there his tongue would dive into your hole, trying to get every last bit of your juices out for him to taste. His tongue was skilled at it, too.

"J-Jisung! Oh my god, y-your tongue...it-it's so fucking good, holy shit!" You cried out, your hips grinding against his face. Jisung just hummed, latching back around your clit, making you squeal.

"He's skilled, isn't he?" Minho asked, kneeling down next to your head. You looked up at him, only for your eyes to widen in shock.

When did he...?

"Jisung's been waiting a long time to taste you, pretty. He's been dreaming about it, fantasizing about how good you'd taste." Minho said as he stroked his cock in front of you.

Unlike Jisung, Minho was shorter in length. You wanted to guess 6.5, maybe 7 inches. But he was way girthier. And he had way more veins. From the moans you heard Jisung let out from previous nights, you were almost 100% certain that he knew how to use it.

"M-Minho--"

"Wanna put me in that pretty mouth of yours too?" Minho asked. He watched as you nodded, another moan leaving you as Jisung put a finger inside your hole, gently pumping it in and out of you. "Go ahead, pretty. I'm not stopping you."

And so, you did. You leaned your head up, wrapping your mouth around his cock as Jisung continued to eat you out. Moans left all of you as you all continued, Jisung from your taste, you from Jisung, and Minho from you.

"Holy shit, your mouth is so addicting...Jesus Christ, baby girl..." Minho moaned out, Jisung pulling away from your pussy as he slipped another finger into you, making you moan around Minho again.

"You-You gotta taste her, Min, she's--...fuck, she's so delicious, her taste is intoxicating...nectar from the gods..." Jisung trailed, only to go back for more. You moaned around Minho once again, only for Minho to pull you off of him. You let out a small whine, though, your hands went down to Jisung's head, gripping onto his hair.

"M'gonna cum...I-It's so good, I'm gonna cum, I--"

"Oh, please, cum in my mouth, my baby. Cum on my tongue, please, I need it, do it, please baby..." Jisung pleaded, Minho leaving you two on the bed. He didn't go very far, though, as he went behind Jisung after grabbing some lube.

You weren't really focused on that though, as your mind was elsewhere. Your hand gripped onto Jisung's head as you held him against your cunt, grinding your hips and using his face to reach your orgasm. And soon enough, you cried out, your body trembling as your walls fluttered on Jisung's fingers.

"Fuck, I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming, I--holy shit, Jisung!" You moaned out, only hearing Jisung's hum of approval. He made quick work of your access juices as Minho slowly guided his hips up to the air. And once Jisung was certain that he had gotten every last bit of your cum, he moved up to hover over you.

"You taste so fucking good, baby...I could spend hours down there, days, even." Jisung cooed, while you just moaned at the sight of him. The entire bottom half of his face was dripping with your arousal and juices, glistening in the dim lights. But he didn't seem to care, leaning down to kiss you all the same. You eagerly kissed back, one of your hands going to his cheeks while the other traveled up and down his back.

And then, Jisung let out the dirtiest, sluttiest moan you've ever heard in your life.

"Fuck! M-Min, I--your fingers are--...ah, they feel so good! Min, please, I-"

"How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?" Minho growled, Jisung just moaning at his words. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. With the way Jisung's hips moved back to Minho, only to be pushed away a bit, along with the expressions on his face, you figured that right now, Minho was prepping Jisung.

And he was doing one hell of a good job at it.

"Sungie..." You cooed, Jisung looking down at you after moaning at your voice. God, he wanted to hear you call him that again. That's all he ever wanted you to call him. And then, when he felt your small hand wrap around his length again?

Oh, the wail he let out was pornographic.

"Y/n, I-I gotta be in you, let me stretch that pussy out, please--...if Min's gonna fuck me, I wanna be fucking you while he does that, it'll feel so good, I promise--I...Let me make you feel good, my baby, pretty please?" Jisung pleaded, his hips bucking into your hand. Your eyes darted from his to Minho's not knowing if it'd be okay.

"Minnie?" You cooed, hearing a small curse leave Minho's lips.

"S'fine with me." Minho said, taking his fingers out of Jisung's ass, only to push his dick up against it. That action alone made Jisung whine, moving his ass back against Minho. "Just let me get into his tight ass first. Does he need a condom, or--"

"No, I-I'm on the pill. I'll be fine." You said, Jisung just groaning at the thought of getting to be inside of you raw.

"Fuck, I can't wait to be inside of you...feeling your walls around me, squeezing so tight, want it so bad, baby..." Jisung whined, only for you to hush him and pull him into another sloppy kiss.

Seeing that Jisung was distracted, Minho smirked, leaning down and placing a few kisses on Jisung's back, getting mewls of satisfaction out of his boyfriend. And then, he finally pushed in, Jisung's mouth gaping open as a loud moan left him. His face was so slutty, his pouty lips accenting the look so well. Just seeing it made you gush.

"Oh my god, M-Minho, you--you're cock's'big, s'good, Min...!" Jisung moaned, feeling Minho start to thrust into him. Minho's thrusts moved Jisung's hips in a way that made his cock grind against your wet cunt, making you whimper at the feeling.

"J-Ji, i-inside...I need you inside, please..." You whined, looking up at him with those big puppy eyes. Seeing them just made Jisung moan out, immediately replacing your hand on his length with his own, before slowly slipping inside of you.

Now it was your turn to let out a moan of satisfaction.

The way that Jisung's cock stretched you out was delicious, though, his length was much nicer, just kissing your cervix. And with Minho continuously thrusting into Jisung, it caused Jisung to thrust into you. That resulted in you and Jisung both moaning loudly, hanging onto each other as Minho fucked you both, essentially.

"Holy shit, you-you're so tight...my baby, you're--fuck--you're so tight, and wet, you're d-dripping all over my cock, baby...fuck fuck fuck!" Jisung wailed, his breath hitching as more moans left him. "M-Min, I can't, Ican'tIcan't, it's so much--too much, m'gonna cum, I can't--"

"Already? Tch, that's pathetic." Minho growled, his hand digging into Jisung's hip as his other hand wrapped around the back of Jisung's neck, driving his hips into him faster, causing both you and Jisung to cry out. "You just got inside of her, and now you're gonna cum prematurely?"

Though, in reality, it made sense to Minho.

Jisung had gotten sucked off pretty well and was already riled up when the three of you had started. And now, he was getting double the stimulation he usually does from having Minho in his ass and his dick in your cunt. Jisung wasn't used to all of this.

However, Jisung also really loved when Minho was unforgiving with his words. It's why Minho got away with a lot of what he said. And he could really tell Jisung liked what Minho was doing, just by the way Jisung moaned out and clenched around him.

"YES, I--Fuck, m'sooo close, Min, I--I'm gonna cum, please, can I? Pleasepleaseplease-"

"I don't know. Y/n, do you think he can cum?" Minho looked down at you, seeing your head thrown back as moans continued to leave your mouth.

"Mhm, please, I-I need it, Sungie...fill me, baby, please, I-I'll cum with you, m'close too, real close..." You managed to get out, Jisung's eyes widening.

"Re-Really?"

"God, yes...!"

The second Jisung heard your words, he moaned out, reaching a hand in between the two of you. It quickly found your clit, and started rubbing quick circles. That got you to squeal, gripping onto Jisung.

"I-I'm--Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" You cried out. Your walls immediately clenched and fluttered as your orgasm coursed through you, Jisung moaning out at the same time.

"Holy shit, baby--M'gonna cum, I-I need to--"

"Inside, do it inside, please, Sungie, cum inside--"

"Fuck! Fuck, I'm cumming!" And like that, Jisung came inside of you, painting your walls white. Minho's thrusts slowed down, guiding the both of you through your orgasms, before he slowly pulled out of Jisung, letting him get off of you.

"Good girl, you're such a good girl." Minho cooed to you as you looked at him, trying to get your breathing in check. Jisung laid next to you, trying to do the same as you, but still watching as Minho lifted your legs up onto his shoulders, rubbing his cock in between your wetness, watching Jisung's seed get smeared on both you and him. "But you're not done yet. You still have me."

"I-But I--" Instead of getting to finish your sentence, Minho collided his lips with yours, kissing you urgently as he lined himself up. And then, as he pulled away from the kiss, Minho slowly entered you, the both of you letting out moans.

"Holy...you are tight, pretty. So tight and wet, holy fuck..." Minho cursed, watching you take his cock inside. You just gripped onto the bedsheets, feeling even fuller than before.

You thought Jisung was a delicious stretch? Oh, Minho's dick was stretching you out even better. You could feel his veins ride up against your walls, and while he didn't reach nearly as far as Jisung did, he still managed to somehow make you feel completely full.

"You-You're so big, Minnie...fucking hell..." You whimpered, Minho just smirking at your words as he started moving. Moans immediately left you as Minho thrusted, somehow hitting nice and deep inside of you.

"Look at you, taking me so well, pretty...fuck--you're sucking me back in, that greedy pussy's sucking me back into you, pretty..." Minho moaned out, leaning forward, almost folding you in half. His hips were moving hard and fast, zero mercy on you. And before you even knew it, his hand was down on your clit, pinching and rolling it effortlessly.

"Min-Minho! Fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum so hard, I-I need to cum, please--"

"Go ahead baby, cum on my cock for me." Minho growled, his pace refusing to slow down. You immediately obeyed, gripping onto his shoulders as your body shook, your legs trembling from your orgasm that had been ripped from you. "Good girl, just like that, such a good girl for me..."

But he didn't slow down or stop abusing your clit. He continued his zero-mercy pace. He heard your screams of bliss; he could feel your hands gripping onto him and your walls clenching around him. But he pressed on, feeling himself getting closer.

"Fuck baby girl, I'm getting close--can you cum one more time? One more time, just like that." Minho moaned out. You took note of his brow furrowing, and his pace starting to get uneven. You nodded, trying to ignore your oversensitivity.

You could do it one more time. Anything for Minho.

"I-I can, I can do it..." You moaned, only to follow up with a sob as Minho went from no mercy to just ruthless. Fast, hard-pressed circles to your clit, his hips just pistoning into you. You felt so good, so tight, so wet, he honestly had no clue to how he made it this far. Yet somehow, he did.

It wasn't gonna last much longer.

"Fuck, I'm there--I'm gonna fill you up, m'gonna fill you up so much that you'll taste me, pretty--oh my god--c-cum, cum for me, cum cum cum cum cum cum--Fuck!" And like that, you both came just milliseconds within each other.

Minho went first, shooting his load deep inside of you. Just as it started, just as he moaned out oh, so loudly, you also came. The moan you let out was pornographic, the way you arched your back and your legs trembled with your eyes rolling back into your head looked like it had been ripped from a professional porno.

You had practically ascended, seeing stars.

The second Minho stilled into you, Jisung rolled over to you, pressing kisses onto your face, shoulder, neck, anywhere he could really get to you. And as Minho pulled out, going to the bathroom so he could clean the three of you up, Jisung started to talk you down.

"Good job, my baby, you did so well for us...you took us both so so well, such a good girl...come back now, okay? Come back to us." Jisung cooed, running his fingers through your hair. As your breathing stilled, you smiled, gently rolling over to Jisung. That got Jisung to smile as well, seeing Minho come back, finishing up with wiping himself off.

"There she is...you grounded now, pretty?" Minho asked, getting back onto the bed as he spread you out, starting to wipe you down.

"Yeah, I am." You mumbled, rubbing your eye a bit. You felt exhausted, and you had every reason to. A small giggle erupted from you, making both boys raise a brow, but smile.

"What are you giggling about?" Jisung asked, kissing your cheek. Minho finished cleaning you off, going to Jisung to do the same to him.

"You both are insane in the bedroom." You said to them. They both just smiled, chuckling a bit with you.

"Yeah, but it was worth it, right?" Jisung asked, watching you nod.

"Definitely."

"Well, now that you both are clean, we can just relax the rest of the night." Minho told you, going and lying down on your left. Jisung scooted closer to you on your right, pulling you into his chest. Minho wrapped his arms around you, pressing his own chest against your back. "Thank you, by the way."

"For what?" You asked, looking over at Minho.

"For being in this relationship with both of us." He told you, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Yeah, you really did make us happy." Jisung told you, placing a kiss onto your forehead. You smiled at their words, nuzzling your head into Jisung's chest while pressing your back into Minho's.

"I should be the one thanking you both for opening it up to me." You told them. "This would've never happened if you guys didn't want to go poly."

"Only for you." Minho told you, Jisung nodding.

"Mhm." Jisung hummed. Nothing more had to be said.

The three of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, content in each other's presence. It felt good, being in their arms. And to them, it felt amazing to have you in theirs. But then, as if on a cue, Jisung spoke up.

"Oh, and for the record..." He said softly, getting both you and Minho's attention. "I think the correct term for what you were looking for was the Roomie Effect."

"What?" You asked, raising a brow.

"Y'know, what you were writing in that pink notebook of yours? This should be called the Roomie Effect!"

"Jisung?" Minho grumbled.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"Don't make me go and get the tissues."

"Really? No shoving your cock in my throat--"

"JISUNG."

"Right, right, sorry."

What a way to end the best night of your life.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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[saleeba]

thigh riding ; jude bellingham 🖤

summary ♡ i mean, literally what it says on the tin.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+ (mdni), smut, established relationship, thigh riding ofccc, softdom!jude (?), dirty talk, reader is a whiny mess, tiny bit of cunnilingus at the start, lots of making out bc jude bellingham having the most perfect lips and me not putting them to work would be an injustice, teeny bit of tit play, 0 plot 100% porn

a/n ♡ (yet another repost since tumblr hates me & decided to delete the last one 🫠) anon hiiii tysm for the request and for the lovely compliment 🥺💘 i hope this is what ur looking for <33 pls lmk if u have any feedback/requests my luvs :3

“oh, oh my god,” you purr, legs akimbo on the soft couch where you’re engaging in all things sinful with your boyfriend who’s kneeling on the stone-cold floor, your back arching off the material which causes jude to moan from the way your pussy pushes further onto his face.

the room is cool but your bodies are lit with the fuel of arousal. you’re completely naked by the way, jude’s one remaining item of clothing being the tight black briefs that put a strain on his rock solid cock. to say you can only see the outline of it would be an understatement. you could have sworn you’ve seen it twitch at least three times.

he’s been at it for the best part of twenty minutes now, tongue dipping in and out of your wet hole, but most of his mouth’s focus is on your growingly sensitive clit, every muscle working hard to suck, tease and kiss the bundle of nerves.

you haven’t been given the gift of even one orgasm in those twenty minutes however, the requests coming from your boyfriend’s swollen and pussy juice-coated lips insisting on you not cumming just yet and if you can hold on now, i promise i’ll make it worth the wait, darling.

jude’s tongue laps increasingly faster as the seconds pass, your eyes almost getting wetter than your soaked cunt over how unfair he’s being right now. your hands restlessly pull at his dark ringlets of hair, the moans leaving your mouth starting to become even more frenzied.

“oh fuck, jude, please,” you elongate the last syllable of that plea to show how desperate you are to finish all over his plump lips and skilled tongue, spine curving even more in an attempt to make him change his mind; change whatever he’s been planning and to just let you coat his mouth and chin with your cum.

his lips pull away from you before his large hands bring your shaking legs together, and you’re unable to comprehend how he can stop eating out your pulsating cunt and leave you unfulfilled so easily. a whine of exasperation subconsciously exits your throat.

jude bites his bottom lip to stifle a chuckle, standing up and sitting in the space on the sofa right next to you, feet firmly planted on the wooden floor.

“i promised that i would make all the teasing worth your while, right, baby?” he leans in to plant a small kiss on your pouting lips, unintentionally deepening it when he finds you laying your palms on his chest and kissing back with all the misplaced fervour you’d lost while chasing a high that never came from when his lips were lower down your body. you whine against the softness of his mouth, your own lips slightly parting to leave breathy moans. jude partially gapes his mouth too, taking in all the sounds and sighs imparting from your throat before he takes your mouth in his again, the two of you now passionately making out on the couch. before you both get carried away in the embrace of each other’s wandering hands, jude pulls away, leaving a conclusive smooch over the pout on your sweet face.

“come sit here then, darling.”

he spreads his legs and pats his left thigh, the one closest to you, and you almost haphazardly roll over in sheer desperation, the thought of your wetness on his bare skin creating a deliciously anticipating feeling in the bottom of your stomach.

as you hover over his thigh, jude can feel the heat of your cunt from inches away, gulping at the way your breathing gets shakier before you position yourself on his toned muscle with a satisfied groan.

“good girl,” he praises as you slip both hands onto his shoulders to anchor yourself, his own hands coming to grip you at the hips and hold you in place. “is my baby gonna ride me now, hm? ride my thigh until she gets what she deserves for being so good for me?” his wanton words make you clench down on the surface of his warm skin. you haven’t done this before but you’re determined to put on a show for jude and to finally enjoy the rewards of a well awaited orgasm.

you give him a hurried nod, shifting all your weight onto your hands and therefore his shoulders as you raise your body up slightly before coming back crashing onto him, a shameless moan leaving your lips when your cunt comes into contact with his thigh.

“ah, jude,” you whine out, hips rocking to run your slippery core up and down him. his spit from earlier and your own arousal helps to lubricate your gyrating movements, the ease of it all only making you move harder and faster on your lover’s thigh.

“you’re doing such a good job, sweetheart, fuck,” jude comments as he guides you on him, the slickness of your pussy turning him on beyond reason. “making a mess though, aren’t ya?” he looks down at the skin of his left thigh, now glistening with your juices.

you don’t move your eyes from his face but only whine some more, panting into the parting of his lips. “o-oh my god, jude, you feel so good.”

he grips onto your hips harder, surely leaving a bruise in the making, but you don’t care, the feeling of his muscular thigh so glorious under your drenched folds.

“you close, baby? let me help you out,” jude’s now grinding you against him himself, almost lunging your entire body into him. again you don’t mind because the sensation is so fucking good, your brain dizzy with the pretty image of his gritted teeth and dark furrowed brows. your clit throbs at the spectacle in front of and below you.

“want you to cum on my thigh, darling, need you to cum on my thigh,” he’s the one getting whiny now, voice reaching an ever so slightly higher frequency. “you deserve it, baby girl, let go for me, angel, cum all over me.” he slips the very tip of his thumb over your clit, making you nearly scream with the contrast of friction over the wet squelches of your cunt rubbing on him.

“jude, fuck, i’m so close, please,” you beg, not sure what you’re really asking for because jude is giving you his all, head ducked down and lips now on your left nipple, sucking and swirling it with his tongue, the stimulation feeding the journey to your orgasm. “shit, fuck, fuck.”

your mewling and moaning get louder, the sounds of your sopping cunt and the quiet groans coming from your lover heating up the air around you. jude pulls his mouth off your tit with a pop before his face comes into line with yours.

“cum for me, darling,” he coos, hands now at your waist to get a more centred control of your rapidly moving body. “my baby girl deserves to cum, been working so hard and so good for me, haven’t ya, sweetheart?” he flexes his thigh suddenly, the muscle seeming like it could almost penetrate you.

and with that, the cord in your lower stomach snaps. the explosive feeling travels right through to your weeping pussy where you make an unholy amount of mess on jude’s thigh, your cum gushing onto his brown skin.

you let out an almost anguished belter of a scream before jude catches it with his mouth, tongue slipping in to cradle yours as your moans get smaller and smaller, dissipating past his lips. pussy now clenching on him, he intensifies the kiss, guiding you to lay down on the sofa as he balances on top of you, hands still clasped on the contour of your waist, yours now hooked around his neck. your aching legs wrap around him instinctively and his mouth is hardworking as ever right now, dancing against yours in a heatedly sweet method.

it feels like hours before you both pull away for the sake of air, neither of you wanting to do so. jude leaves a romantically deep kiss on your lips before pulling his face up to look into your eyes.

“did so good for me, baby,” he mumbles, moving down to leave kisses on your neck as you take this opportunity to finally pant out the effects of your orgasm and catch your breath. “always so good for me.”

you experience the hardness of his cock twitch again, this time feeling it on your inner thigh. you’re not totally spent, right?

you lay a kiss on the tip of his nose before smiling oh so sweetly.

“let me repay you now, jude. please?”

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[the-californicationist]

The Orchard

A gift for my sweet, darling @vampirekilmer...

Price has had enough of your bratty behavior, so he chases you through the woods to teach you a lesson.

Link to AO3

MDNI/18+

TW: Primal play, breeding kink, dubious consent

You scrolled back through all of your text messages with a nasty sort of pride. You’d gone above and beyond with just how sexually explicit and arousing your poses were, splurging on outfits and toys, really putting on a show. John had been on a job for the past two months, deep undercover, and he could receive your messages but he was not able to reply. So, you started off slow; a nip-slip here, a bare butt in a mirror there…but, you’d become almost feral as his leave drew nearer, and your slutty selfies reflected that. You knew you were in trouble, and honestly, you couldn’t wait. 

You got his first message in the middle of your bath, and when you checked your phone, your blood ran cold. 

I am going to ruin you. 

Then, the picture loaded. Price was still in his uniform, driving, holding up a fist full of paracord. He wore a wide, bone-chilling smile, and you knew deep down that he was ready to use his tools against you. 

You scrambled out of your bath and threw on your clothes. You opted for leggings and a tee shirt, grabbing your running shoes and a thick pair of socks. If he was on his way, you needed to get a head start. 

This wasn’t the first time you’d made him hunt for you. He had bought the giant 100 acre ranch for a reason. Price loved space, and he loved chasing you through it even more. 

You sprinted through the house, out of the back door, and into the wide clearing, heading straight for the treeline. The grass crunched beneath your feet. You found some sort of pace other than frantic, and you chose some of the trails less-traveled, hoping to give him a challenge. He found you every time, but you were getting better and better at finding little hiding places. 

This time, though, you were heading for the orange grove. Months ago, you and John had discovered a naturally occurring orchard on the property that you hadn’t seen on the map. The smell from the fallen, rotting fruit was heady and citrusy in the best way, and the ripe globes were full of sticky juice. It was an Eden. 

Now, though, it was the end of spring, and the blossoms on the trees were heavy and wilting. Thousands of petals had fallen to the ground, but thousands more still remained in the branches, white and pink, looking like perpetual snow. The petals made your footfalls soft and inaudible. You found a large tree to hide behind and waited. 

You didn’t have to wait long. 

You heard his boots on the path. He was running, full out, coming for you without hesitation. When the grove came into view, he stopped. You could hear his panting breaths. Even though you couldn’t see him from your hidden spot, you could tell he was still in his fatigues. The swish of the canvas gave him away. 

He didn’t care. John wanted you to hear him. He called to you from the edge of the orchard,

“I know you’re in here, sweet girl. I hope you’re ready.”

There had been times when he didn’t let you hear him coming. Once, you’d hidden in a small cave in the north quadrant of the ranch, thinking you’d finally outsmarted him, and just as you ventured out to check your surroundings, he had snatched you from above the cave like some sort of cryptid, silent and threatening. He dragged you up the rocky hill and ripped your clothes off at the seams. Your screams echoed through the woods, falling on deaf ears. He’d fucked you til you passed out, and he made you walk back with him, naked, his come dripping down your legs shamelessly. He didn’t let you sleep that night. 

This time, though, he was toying with you on purpose. You heard him whistling skillfully. It was one of his favorite folk songs to whistle, sometimes while he was cleaning his guns, or just puttering around the kitchen in the mornings. But now, in the dusky woods, it felt deeply ominous and threatening. His tone was so pure and low, and he held each note out, sending it toward you like a lance, hoping to land his strikes. 

“Come out, come out…” he called again, “Don’t make me wait, darling.”

There was a long, eerily silent pause, and then, not twenty feet behind you, you heard him growl through gritted teeth,

“I’m not a patient man.”

You turned your head to see him standing there in the trees, menacingly smiling at you. His grin was full of genuine joy. The lips were pulled wide, showing sharp white teeth, stretching his full beard, grown out from his time away, and the creases of his lids folded together, pulling tight around his bright blue eyes. His body was enormous. He always seemed bigger when he came home from his tours, as if the muscles had been overused, overworked, swollen from their stimulus. 

You could see how his huge shoulders made the fabric of his shirt ripple and tug across that wide, furry chest hidden beneath the soft cloth. His waist was thick and strong, built like the trunk of some great tree, and his legs looked like they were taken from some Greek statue, referenced in all of the prototypes of strength and speed. 

His gloves were gone, as was his hat; he was dressed for speed. You noticed, in these milliseconds you took to witness him, that he was clutching his paracord in his left hand. 

At that sight, you bolted. Much like a rabbit running from its wolf, you sprinted through the grove, weaving through the thin trunks. You heard him right behind you, his boots ruining the soil, ripping up roots and gaining on you. 

Finally, you felt him lunge for you, and you were caught around your waist, slamming to the ground, chest down. You reached for the roots of one of the trees, putting up a fight with your legs. You knew he liked to feel your fury, and you gave it to him. But, you were already tired, and he was so strong. His stamina allowed him to breathe normally after only a few seconds of having you pinned. You heard the sharp whine of the paracord being let out, length by length, just for you. 

He reached for your hand, panting into your ear,

“C’mere, girl.”

John grabbed your wrist so hard it hurt, and he wrapped the paracord around it cruelly. When he grabbed your other wrist, you fought him, bucking him off of your back, trying to find your footing.

“You bloody little brat. Why are you pouring fucking kerosene on my fire, hmm? Don’t you know how much trouble you’re in?”

He put his hand over your mouth and pulled your head to his chest, forcing you to arch your back. He whispered to you now, dark and threatening,

“Sending me those fucking pictures, tempting me. Making me mad, had me wanting to fuck my hand until I was raw. I’m starving , and you’re the only thing I want to eat.”

With both hands bound behind your back, he let you collapse to the floor of the orchard, your chest and face thudding into the ground, knocking the breath out of you. He raked your shirt and bra up over your breasts roughly, letting your skin feel the cold grass and soil. 

“John, please,” you started to beg, “I promise I’ll be good. I didn’t -“

“Good? You’re gonna be so good for me. Fuck, you’re gonna feel so goddamn good,” he was almost talking more to himself than to you. He was reckless and frantic, pulling your pants down to your boots, letting them bind your ankles on their own. 

He’d left your panties in place, and he began to tug on them, gently at first and then not, letting the back of the thong dig into your flesh. Then, he pulled from the front, lifting your ass up towards him to do so, making the fabric tighten between your wet folds, framing your clit. John let go, but he didn’t bother to return the cloth to its normal position. He left it askew, knowing it would rub against you awkwardly. 

He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you over to him on the grass. The petals and dirt sticking to your skin. John was kneeling, and he let you fall back prone while he undid his belt. You listened to his metal buckles and zippers as he freed his fat, flaccid cock from his pants. 

Your furious lover grabbed your head again and held it up to his hairy base, his rod thicker than the tree roots around his feet. He smiled,

“Suck me hard, love. Won’t take much. Be a good girl, yeah?”

You nodded, but he wasn’t interested in your response. He was already lifting you up, one hand tangled in your sweaty hair and one beneath your chin, angling you to put his cock in your mouth. 

Without hands, you could only use your lips and tongue. You rubbed your cheek against him, trying to find the fleshy tip, trying to show him you could be so good. Eventually, you managed to line him up, and as you did, he pushed forward, filling your mouth with his wide girth. 

He left it there, letting you swallow around it. You couldn’t move your head; you had no leverage. So, once he knew you were good and settled, he moved it for you. He grabbed you by the hair at the base of your skull and pulled you on and off of his soft cock until it began to swell with his warm blood. When it was hard, you started to gag. It was filling up your throat, cutting off your air, puffing out your cheeks with its largeness. 

John began to fuck your throat in earnest. He pressed himself in and out of your mouth, growing harder and thicker with each thrust. He grunted as he fucked himself into you, vulgar and animalistic. Finally, he removed you from his shaft and looked at your fuck-drunk face. He laughed, pushing you back down again,

“You like that cock in your mouth, huh, sweet girl?”

You moaned around him, unable to speak. He continued to praise you,

“Such a perfect fucking throat. Swallow it down, love. Just like that, fuck…” 

He moved his hand from your chin to hold your neck in his warm palm, feeling his cock expanding your skin. With his thumb, he massaged long, soothing circles into your throat, almost like he was jacking himself off through your body. You felt tears run in hot rivulets down your cheeks, fighting your gag reflex to the point of pain, and your chin was coated with your drool. You were fully at his mercy. 

Just to reinforce your helplessness, he shoved your nose into the root of his cock, burying your face in his dense fur, and the soft hairs tickled your nose and lip. You started to panic, realizing you couldn’t inhale nor exhale. Your body turned and writhed, and you could hear the snapping of the leaves as you fought against his unbreakable grasp. He pet your cheek with the back of his hand, coaching you through it,

“Shh, sweet thing. You know better than that. Count to ten for me. I know you can do it. I won’t let anything happen to you. Relax - ungh! - yes, that’s it. Fuckin’ perfect, such a good girl…”

His praise made you melt, and he was right. You weren’t going to suffocate. You were just panicking and needy. You took a moment to calm down, and you began to count.

One… two… three…

His cock slipped further down your throat now that you had managed to relax your muscles, filling you up in a sinfully delicious way.

Four… five… six…

He began to let out a low-toned whine, reeling from the pleasure of feeling you swallow him over and over and over, clenching your throat in a predictable rhythm, slithering your tongue along his aching shaft.

Seven… eight… nine…

The captain was breathing through his teeth now, struggling to hang on. You decided to push his limits and nuzzled into the thick hair, trying to lick it, matting it down, wet and sticky. He moaned and shuddered when you did, much to your acute satisfaction.

“Goddamn, you got me close,” he moaned, but then he pulled himself from you, letting you breathe again, “But, I have other plans. Been thinking about tonight for a long, long time.”

John left you there on the wet ground, and you caught your breath amongst the fallen petals. When you coughed, you could smell and taste the rotten orange blossoms, sickly sweet in your nose and mouth, tinged with just the slightest hint of botanical decay. 

He was behind you now, spreading your legs as far as they’d go with your ankles still bound, and you felt the cool night air rush across your wet center. His fingers traced the outline of your pussy, touching all of its swollen parts except the middle where you needed him most. His big, strong fingers lingered there for too long, petting you softly like a child pets a bunny, the backs of his two fingers feeling your softness and playing around your edges. 

Then, he stopped, and you felt yourself clench around nothing, aching for release. 

“John?”

A loud slap rang out through the trees and you cried out from the pain, crawling away from him, your bare ass cheek burning like it was on fire. He hit you again, and left his hand there to dull the pain. Tears burned in your eyes as you wrenched them shut, feeling almost nauseous from the ache he had caused. 

“That’s for teasing me, you little brat, and this,” he slapped your other ass cheek just as hard, “is for making me chase you through the bloody woods.”

You sobbed out an apology, hoping it would be enough,

“Please, John, I won’t do it again…please…”

You bit your lip to keep from crying, feeling his fingertips graze over the stinging flesh, making it spark and glitter like electricity. 

“Naughty,” he rubbed his dripping cock over his handiwork, “You knew what you were doing. Beggin’ won’t help you now, hm?”

He positioned himself at your entrance and pressed his head to your hole, letting your body know he had arrived. Your pussy grabbed for him, clenching as he popped his flesh inside of yours, sinking into you with a long sigh of satisfaction. It had been so long since you had felt full, and with every agonizing inch of progress, he chased away the emptiness within you, making you whole again. 

It felt good. Too good…

Suddenly, you realized he was fucking you unprotected. You usually used condoms, and he was always so careful. You craned your head to look back at him. 

“John, do you have a condom?” You asked, your voice sounding meek and small, strained from your overwhelming pleasure. He knew you had a safeword, but you weren’t ready to use it. 

“No, love,” he chuckled darkly, “I’m gonna breed you, right here in these bloody fucking woods, tied up like the naughty little brat that you are. Gonna fill you full of my come… all… fuckin’... night. Right here,” he shoved himself up against your womb, reaching it easily and pressing on it until it ached like a bruise, “Right here, deep, fuck…”

His hands were gripping your ass cheeks fiercely, pulling them apart so he could watch himself disappear into you. You felt your body working up an orgasm for him - not for you - he was coaxing it from you like a snake charmer, forcing it to build and build until it grew within you, hot and ready to burst. 

You whimpered under his heavy form, feeling the cold grass licking at your sensitive nipples, tickling your belly and mons, feeling how your walls were gaping open to accommodate John’s huge girth.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and come for me. Want you nice and ready,” he grunted, feeling your contractions as your pleasure mounted to a head, tightening in your core and making your legs shake against his thighs, “Mm, fuck, that’s it! Fuck!” 

“John, don’t come in me,” you whined, your voice slurred from your uncontrollable bliss, “I’ve been off the pill. You’ll get me pregnant if you…ungh…oh, my God…if you - shit!”

Another one, an aftershock, rocked your core. You heard it, wet and sticky, dripping down around his shaft. It made lurid, slick noises that made your cheeks flush with shame. The idea that he would willingly breed you out here in your forest made you unbelievably horny. It was so primal, so brutally feral, and with as much restraint as John usually used with you, his ruthless pounding was making you high on his affection. 

“Yeah, sweet thing. I fuckin’ know,” he bent himself over you to suck on your neck, “I’m gonna bloody well make sure you are,” his voice became a little sinister as he whispered in your ear, “I took a pill before I chased you out here. Won’t be soft for a good while. I’ll just come and come and come until it’s fuckin’ pourin’ out of you. Want you to be drownin’ in it, yeah? Gonna… make… damn… sure.”

Each thrust was an ordeal with how sensitive you were. You could feel his heat pooling inside of you from the incredible friction. You couldn’t help but bear down on him, and he cried out, unable to hold himself back for much longer. 

“John, please…” You weren’t sure what you were even begging for anymore. 

“Say it, love. Use the safeword. Say it, before it’s too late. C’mon…”

You turned your head and met his eyes. The blue of them pierced you like a knife, and the turmoil they displayed made you even hornier for his spilled seed. You managed a tired smile and shut your mouth, turning away from him, knowing you’d won. 

“Oh, fuck me,” he lamented, unable to keep himself contained.

You felt his hot, heavy ropes coat your insides for the first time, and it was everything you thought it would be. The gooey, warm sensation made your whole body tremble, and your pussy fluttered around him as if trying to stroke it all out of his shaft, hungry for more and more of his sweet, spun sugar. 

He buried himself to the hilt and took a few deep breaths. Then, John turned your body over and kept rutting into you, hoisting your ankles over one of his shoulders and grabbing your thighs for support. He was completely fuck-drunk, his pupils blown wide like he was high, and he laughed softly as he looked down at you,

“Look at you, dirty girl. The flowers… so fuckin’ pretty.”

Your hands were tied behind you, digging into your back, forcing you to arch up into him, and the position pushed your breasts up into the air, your nipples filthy with mud and soil, covered in white and pink petals from the orchard’s fallen blooms. He freed one of his hands to smear the vegetation all over your skin, pawing at your breasts and gathering up more petals from the ground to paint your body.

He rested his hand over your lower belly, right where he could feel himself spearing into you, his palm right over your womb. John pressed down with a closed fist right at the end of your hole, where your flesh stopped him, and he pushed his knuckles down, tightening your walls from above. It was a singular sensation, and your body decided it was a good one, sending all sorts of confusing, panicked signals to your brain. You screamed from it, and he chuckled, 

“Mm, yes… squirm for me, sweet thing. I love it when you try to get away. Can’t, can you?” 

“Fuck! John! Please! God!” You were trying anything and everything to keep from coming again. You wanted to fight, and you weren’t ready for him to have the satisfaction. 

But, you were helpless to him. He pounded into you hard and slow, vibrating your whole body every time he hit your wet, sticky end, and you fell into another wave of orgasms. They were difficult to pick apart. You weren’t sure where one ended and the next began. John did not seem concerned about over stimulating you, pinching and holding your clit between his finger and his thumb once he removed his fist from your womb. 

“Good girl… Gonna look so beautiful when you’re all swollen, hmm?” He pet your womb again, unable to stay away from pressing on it rhythmically, “Those breasts full and heavy. Needin’ me. Needin’ me like I fuckin’ need you.”

He thrust harder, pushing your legs down over your arched belly, slamming his length into your stickiness, chasing another orgasm. He found it in you, and you could feel his cockhead nuzzling your womb as it throbbed as if begging for entrance, painting your walls again. 

Then, swiftly, he pulled out of you, lifting your ass into the air, making you take your weight on your shoulders. He put his face between your legs and started to shove his tongue into your pussy, lapping at his own come as it mixed with yours. It was feral and grotesque, and you loved every soft lap of his tongue. He was shoving it inside of you, spitting himself into your swollen slit, using his clean hand to push his come deeper inside, curling his knuckles to rub you to another painful orgasm, watching you come undone. Then, he went back to licking you, gathering any lost spend from your folds and fucking it back inside you with his pink mouth. 

Satisfied with his efforts, he kept you vertical and began to eat your asshole, licking and licking and licking like a hound. He managed to squeeze his tongue inside it, writhing around, sticky and warm. His fingers joined in, pistoning in and out of you together in tandem, convincing your body to clench around him, desperate for more relief. 

He held you tight, digging around in his pocket for a moment before showing you his gift. It was a t-bar plug. You thought he’d slip it into your ass, but he managed to wedge it into your pussy, keeping his come inside of you, safe and sound. 

“Tha’s it. Sweet girl. Doin’ so good, hm? C’mon. Let’s get you inside. Got a long night ahead of us.”

He picked you up around your legs and hoisted you over his back like a sack of flour, marching you out of the orchard and towards home.

#captain john price #captain price #john price #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty fanfic #captain price x reader #captain price x you #cod #cod fanfic #captain johnathan price #feral

[moumouton4]

Itachi x insecure reader (it's her first time) NSFW? Sorry for my bad English

Comfortable || Itachi Uchiha x fem!reader

A/n : Hello my dear ! Just a little disclaimer before : first of all this is going to be very subjectif I’m writing what for me should be ideal in this situation, some may agree ( which I think may be a majority of people ) some won’t and that’s perfectly fine, we’re all different.

Warnings : first time, insecure reader, very reassuring and soft Itachi ( but seriously I bet he is canonly like this ), 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1035

When he started dating you, Itachi never ever thought about sex at any point. He is that ( rare or not idk ) brand of guys who just didn’t care about it at all

He never pressured you into doing anything, even kisses, hugs, cuddles. Nothing, he preferred first to be sure that his ways of showing love and appreciation towards you were consented and liked

But at some point the body and the hormones talk ( I know a lot of people aren’t like that so I’m only generalizing for the fic sake ) and sex, which was Itachi’s last problem came forward as you both went forward in your relationship

He’s not going to set a date for it lol, that would be way to stressful

He’ll let you explain to him what you desire and what your limits are. And of course he too will speaking to you about his desires

The first time your make out session actually goes into a more grinding, humping field you both know this may be it

Itachi may know being naked in front of someone for the first time isn’t the most comfy thing to do ( maybe he knows this from experience or not you choose )

So the only light source of the room is the little daylight coming from under the roller blind or the faint glow of a bedside lamp

But even if he doesn’t see you clearly ( I bet the Sharingan could but he’ll never use it on you without asking first ) he is 100% going to praise how beautiful and amazing you look

If your hands move up to cover yourself - and he knows it’s fine - he is going to take them in his, before pushing you flush against him, like so he can’t see you as much “Don’t hide from me Y/n you look perfect. So soft and huggable” he presses a kiss at the side of your head

With your consent his hands are going to gently explore the contour and softness of your body. Lingering on your waist and breasts area, then on your back as he pulls you flush against him to take your quivering – from stress – body against his strong warm muscular chest – and yes he is hard and stressful too

As soon as he gets used to touching you, his mouth will make its way to your soft skin. Going from your neck, to jaw, to clavicle and down and down

“I promise I won’t be staring at it my Love”

And if you let him, he is going to give you the best oral of your whole life ( in this case it would be the first as well )

He is just so gentle in his movements, as he gently sucks on your clit and licks your juices of your lower lips – you might as well fall asleep if it wasn’t this good “Mhhh so good” he praises

If he sees you’re close to cumming he’ll ask you if you prefer coming on his tongue or after on his cock “Do you want me to push you over the edge or…” though he can’t ring himself to say a word referring to it ahah, he is shy 👉👈

Either he isn't going to rush you into climaxing, as he wants you to get used to the feeling first, not too gets overwhelmed

With his oral he may have prepped you enough. If not, he is going to stretch you with his fingers. Slowly and cautiously adding one after the other, and making scissoring motions inside you with them

Once you’re both sure you’re ready for it, he is going to ask you again several times if you really want to take this step with him, reminding you that at any point you can tell him to stop and that he would never mind you stopping things at any point

But since you’re consenting, he is going to slowly penetrate you. He even has lubricant on the side if you need a little more help

His body will hover over yours, his arms maintaining his sold stature above you not to crush you ( even if he wouldn’t, he ain’t Toji lol )

He is either busy kissing your lips or breathing heavily, his forehead against yours as he encounters how tight your virgin walls are “Don’t worry I’ll go very slow”

He is never going to push if he feels a real resistance and you ask him to wait for you to adjust. And of course once he is fully sheathed in ( which may not always happen for a first time ) he is going to let you as much time to adjust as you need ( but again this is such basic human being stuff I mean everyone should do that )

The pace he is going to set if of course the one he knows you’ll be fine with. I mean you’re the one taking the dick so if someone should be bothered by the pace it’s you

He is just holding you so close the whole time, and it feels very profound for you, as you two merged in the same being, as if you both shared a soul at this very moment. The little strands of words of appreciation that flow out of his mind helps you a lot in feeling even more comfortable with everything currently happening.

He is also going to ask if you’re close when he feels himself nearing the edge. He just doesn’t want to stop and leave you frustrated if you were on the edge too

Besides this as it’s your first time he is surely wearing on a condom, but still he is going to ask if you prefer him to pull out anyways when he cums

After this he is going to stay by your side as much as he can. He doesn’t want you to think that he is going to neglect you now that he has had it. Beside you might be feeling very sensitive and vulnerable after this, so he is going to be there for you

He is helping you clean up, if you’re okay with it, and he is also ready to lend you some clothes to wear “You were amazing Y/n. You felt so good. I hope I was up to the job too”

Of course the following night he is cuddling you the whole night long, proposed drinks and snacks. This just brought you even closer than you two already were and you just can’t wait to see what the future has to offer

#naruto #naruto smut #naruto imagine #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden smut #naruto shippuden imagine #itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha imagine #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha smut #akatsuki #akatsuki smut #akatsuki x reader #akatsuki imagine #itachi x reader #itachi smut #smut #request #miri-writes

[rosescovenwrites]

10th Doctor NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: pegging, spit kink, graphic descriptions of cum, threesomes mentioned, pegging, bondage, the Doctor's massive cock (needs a warning in and of itself)

a = aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

The absolute sweetest boy, he will clean you up, shower you off (might go for round 2 if you're up for it), cuddle with you, and do whatever you want. He gets hungry after sex so he will make you both a little snack.

b = body part (his favorite body part of his and yours)

The Doctor personally favors his hands because he knows how to use them (like fuck have you seen David’s hands, they do those close ups of them for a reason). Whether he’s touching your ass or your pussy, he knows how to get you riled up and ready to take him.

On a cheesy note he adores the cute faces you make when he’s fucking you and just in general. Sexually speaking, he loves your ass. When you're off on another planet he is shameless and grabs it when no one is looking (some planets physical affection in public is totally normal so if someone did catch him no one would bat an eyelash).

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

He cums a lot and can do so several times in a session. Perks of being a time lord. His favorite place to cum is on your body in some way. If he’s taking you from behind he will paint your ass white with his cum. He cums inside you once you feel comfortable with that.

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

The Doctor really enjoys being tied up sometimes and edged and vice versa. He would use his different ties and it is super hot.

e = experienced (how experienced is he? does he know what he’s doing?)

Being over 900 years old he has had his fair share of sexual partners.

f = favorite position (goes without saying)

The Doctor really likes the legs on shoulders position because he can penetrate you deeper and because he likes to look at you during sex. Normal missionary is too boring for you both.

g = goofy (is he more serious in the moment? humorous? etc.)

This is the 10th Doctor we are talking about, so he can be goofy at times during sexy time. Sex isn’t always pretty like it is in the movies, silly things can happen. Sometimes when he is stressed he gets more serious and the sex is always ungodly hot regardless.

h = hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps things clean and trims when needed.

i = intimacy (how is he during the moment? is he romantic?)

He is adorably loving and sweet, always checking how you are and he is a consent king. 

j = jerk off (masturbation headcanon)

Because he is always with you, he really doesn’t need to masturbate. Though there are times when he thinks he’s being sneaky and he masturbates in your shared bedroom in the Tardis and you walk in on him, he is adorable and turns bright red but you of course urge him to keep going. Mutual masturbation is also something you both partake in, usually as a form of foreplay but he does prefer to touch you himself.

k = kink (one or more of his kinks)

Praise kink 100%, you praise him, he praises you and it is so sweet

Sir kink, it makes him so fucking hard when you call him that

Edging, delayed gratification for both parties makes the orgasm so much better

Bondage, nothing too kinky but he loves restraining you with his ties or blindfolding you with one to heighten your senses

Spit kink, spitting in your mouth or you in his to taste each other’s juices/cum

Not sure if this is considered a kink but he is into him being fully clothed while fucking you and you being completely naked.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

Usually in the Tardis of course (not when it's moving though that would be terrifying and no one would be handling the controls), specifically in the bedroom. He likes you both to be comfortable and the bed is typically the best place to do that. Sometimes in the bath or shower when the timing is right.

m = motivation (what turns him on?)

When you wear more revealing clothing or when you wear one of his iconic suits

Simple but effective when you bend over in front of him

When you tug on his hair during a kiss

When you’re confident, it makes him both happy and horny

n = no (something he wouldn’t do)

Nothing that would severely hurt or injure you, spanking and choking is hot but nothing too aggressive.

Nothing to do with bodily fluids (blood, urine, shit, etc.)

No dubious consent he is too sweet for that and it feels icky for him

No weapon play

o = oral (preference on giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves, loves, loves eating you out and he knows you feel so good because you pull on his hair a bit. On the other hand, he loses his mind when you suck him off because the noises you make and the sex in your eyes drives him wild and makes him absolutely feral. When you gag on it, it strokes his ego (clearly not the only thing being stroked ;) ).

p = pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

The Doctor can be either depending on his mood. Regardless of pace he constantly checks with you because he wants to make you happy, safe, and comfortable.

q = quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Usually, the Doctor likes to take his time with you when you have sex. He certainly finds quickies fun and thrilling but he loves to have longer intimate time spent with you. One time you had a quickie it was rough and dirty (which is usually how they go). Jack almost caught the two of you in the act, but he didn’t see anything but he knew because you both had sex hair and you still had his tie around your neck.

r = risk (is he okay with experimenting? does he take risks?)

The Doctor would take risks to an extent, but nothing too crazy. Public sex is not something he would be into because he loves you too much to risk that. However, he doesn’t mind going for a quickie in a bathroom or closet, maybe even in the parked Tardis with the door open if you’re both feeling a bit on the frisky side.

s = stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

He can go about 5-6 rounds and he usually can last anywhere from 10 minutes (for quickies) or 45 minutes (when he wants to take his time with you, he wants to make you cum as many times as possible).

t = toys (does he own toys? how much does he use them? on you or him?)

I feel like there would be a lot of like intergalactic sex toys you find along the way on your travels with the Doctor. I can’t be the only person who thinks how sonic screwdrivers look a whole lot like vibrators. 

On him, he would probably try pegging at least once, but I have a feeling he would really, truly enjoy it.

u = unfair (how much does he like to tease?)

As stated above, edging is huge for the Doctor both when giving and receiving. You tease each other an equal amount and are both switches. Sometimes he will whisper dirty things in your ear when you are out and about and gives you subtle touches but says you have to wait. You tease him too by sucking on a lollipop or popsicle or walking around the Tardis in one of his shirts and nothing else.

v = volume (how loud is he? what kind of noises does he make, etc.)

The Doctor is not afraid to grunt, moan, and be vocal about how good you feel. He also loves to praise the hell out of you and say things like “good girl” but also “my little slut” when he is being mean in bed or is in a mood.

w = wild card (random headcanon)

He would be down for a threesome, usually he wouldn’t want to share you because he loves you and only you (we love a loyal baby girl, 10 is so baby girl sometimes I swear). He might even fuck around with you and the Captain Jack Harkness. The Doctor has always been queer to me and there has always been undertones of that.

I know in the show he hates being called sir in a professional way, but when you say it during sex he loves how obedient and good you’re being for him.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

You know the David Ten-inch joke and I know that’s MASSIVE but in my canon it is 100% accurate. 

y = yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Doctor Who, more like Doctor Horny, this man loves to fuck. He can go multiple rounds in a night/day and has a pretty quick refractory period.

z = zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

I feel like the Doctor would be kind of energetic or “on a high” after sex since he’s not human, he would lie with you because you’re exhausted (especially after going several rounds) and he will eventually drift off to sleep beside you.

#tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor #tenth doctor smut #david tennant #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction

[satocidal]

subby Gojo ftw 100%

You’re so real for this baby<3

Warnings: AFAB! Reader; I’ve not expanded much because I have to write this concept in a fic of mine 💀 but here’s the slightest of it; sub Gojo—dom reader; use of sex toys and calling the reader as “maam”

Smut undercut!!

Must feel a power trip, doesn’t it?

The strongest sorcerer known to mankind, down on his knees for you—he looks so so pretty, the white mess of his hair tussled about from your constant pulling, he loves it.

“Please,” he lets out a whine, his cock left unattended as you fuck yourself in front of him with your dildo—in and out—a steady pace, so much slower than how he’d do it. He’s desperate to show you just how much better he can please you, how much better of a toy he is.

And he’ll whine all the more as you only ever push the dildo inside you—deeper, “Y/n i- please,” a fat tear rolls down his cheek—such a mess he is for you, on his knees, hands bound behind his back to restraint him—so naked and vulnerable beneath your eyes, the view of his glowing red ass providing just the cherry on top through the mirror.

“Should’ve thought about this before, shouldn’t you?” You cooed at him, a smirk tugging on your lips as you got up, steadily walking up to him—fighting within yourself the urge to cum.

Your smiled widened as your eyes fell on his angry red tip, precum dripping down it, demanding your attention instantly, he really was the sight for sore eyes.

Propping yourself in front of him—legs spread you nodded, “Make me cum within two minutes or else you’re not cumming tonight, yeah?”

So used and toyed with he sat there, eager to just please you, “Yes ma’am,” a nod reverent as you sound found him between your thighs, tongue lapping at each and every drop of your juices—“jus’ fuck- toru’” you moaned, literal prayer to his ears, encouraging him all the more—you were already close.

“Such a good boy for me yeah?” And he’d only continue devouring your cunny because nothing else mattered right then, between your legs—except you and your climax.

He after all, really was your good boy.

-

But Satoru is also such a brat<3 which is always what leads him to such situations. He teases you on purpose on certain nights, during dates—of sometimes just embarrasses you in public knowing all too well, so well that right at home you’ll have him bent over the counter.

Legs spread apart to expose him and his hole and to leave his cute dick unattended.

And he loves the thrill of it—feeling a red, searing hot handprint of yours form on his ass—he’s filthy in the way he admires your handiwork on him too. And during all this if you rim his little hole? Baby he’s fighting so hard not to cum—but that’s fine too because then you’ll just punish him more and that’s what he wants<3

#from.someone #☼࿐𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠→ #☼࿐ 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄.𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru smut #gojo saturo #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x you

[octuscle]

As a lawyer I'm on the way to some young criminals as new clients doing some pro bono jobs but my luggage got lost. There's just a suitcase from MIA

I think this is really absolutely great of you. But defense lawyers are famous for their generosity. So it's a pleasure for me to let you have the suitcase. Is it okay if I have it delivered directly to your hotel room? That makes it easier for you in case of doubt.

You're sitting in your room at the Holiday Inn at the airport. If your life plan had worked out, you wouldn't have to work at all at the age of 36. Or you should at least stay at the Grand Hyatt. But in that case, you don't get any money. You can only hope that your calculations will work out and that you will get the two gangsters off. Then your market value should increase considerably. And Holiday Inn will never see you again. The phone rings and someone at the front desk tells you that your luggage has arrived. That's right, the suitcase! You get up, panting. You could have taken the stairs down one floor to the lobby. But you're in a bit of bad shape. Poor diet, little exercise. Have you ever wondered if your appearance has something to do with your professional success?

The suitcase is at least a major hit. A metal suitcase like that must cost over $1,000. And this one is brand new, too. Conveniently, the combination lock is also still factory set to 000. You take the elevator to your room, heave the heavy piece onto your bed and open it. Your hope for an impressive black suit is not fulfilled. But the leather jacket is also impressive. Unfortunately, you have no chance to close the zipper over your paunch. Therefore, you don't even need to try the jeans. But the undershirt should fit somehow. Sure, you can see every roll of flab. But they are always better than the gray, worn-out ones you have.

You go out into the hallway and get a cold beer from the vending machine. Your reflection in the mirror reminds you a bit of Marlon Brando in The Godfather. Unfortunately, the older Marlon Brando… With the beer on the nightstand, you fall asleep. And you have a wet dream about Marlon Brando.

At 07:00 o'clock there is a discreet knock on the door of your room. A bellboy pushes the breakfast cart into the dining room of your suite at the Four Seasons in Down Town. You open the curtains with the iPad on your nightstand, stand up, and hand the bellman a $100 bill. You don't care if he's more excited about it than about seeing the promising new star criminal defense attorney naked. Not before the cappucino and the freshly squeezed orange juice. For the press and also for all the other participants, you are doing the job here pro bono. Because you are shocked at how the American legal system sends people to jail just because of prejudice against disadvantaged immigrants. No one really needs to know that it's not just your lavish expenses that are being paid by the Kazakh oligarch whose two doltish nephews were somewhat unfortunate enough to have shot their way out of a failed business deal. If the nephews' buddies, who are now sitting in the dock for the two idiots, are not acquitted, your client won't care either. You would regret that for a few minutes because of your ego. And then console yourself with two or three weeks on the Cote d'Azur. You may use the house of your client in Antibes. He is never there anyway.

While you congratulate yourself once again on having studied Russian and Kazakh as well as law, you stand in front of the closet and think about what to wear to your get-to-know-your-client visit. Yes, you look great in Brioni. But you feel more comfortable in other clothes. In the ensemble you choose, you look a bit like the young Marlon Brando in "The Wild One," you think.

Maybe your clients will be more open-minded if you look like one of them. But who are you kidding. You look better than anyone!

#male tf #reality change #inked man #wife beater #age reduction

[vewyscawywriting]

Kinktober Week 4 - Overstimulation

Fandom: FNAF SB

Pairing: Sun x Reader x Moon

Wordcount: 669 words

Tags: fingering, overstimulation, punishment

Summary: After you’ve forgotten to tell your animatronic lovers you had the week off, both of them decide you need punishment for your forgetfulness.

You groaned as the lights went back on. Moon had been in a frisky mood, and as soon as he had spotted you in the empty daycare, just here to say hi after one of you security rounds, he had pulled you somewhere out of sight to touch you all over. And it hadn't even started cute like he sometimes would initiate with some kisses, some hugging, maybe even some teasing tickling, no he went straight for his prize; your pants and underwear were down as soon as he had pulled you to a safe spot. 

"Good day to you too, Moon," you said as you realised you were now naked from the waist down,  Moon hovering over you with a shit eating grin, and fingers at the ready. 

 "Naughty little Star," he giggled, voice edged with his signature growl, "When were you going to tell me and Sun that you had the last week off?" 

Oh, that's what you had forgotten. You were a 100% certain you had told Sun at least once, but he might've been in the middle of wrangling some kids, and you had told yourself you'd tell him properly when he'd be able to actually listen to you. And then you'd completely forgotten. 

"I did," you squeaked, but didn't sound very persuasive as Moon already had one finger wriggling inside of you. "Moon, you're really-" 

"Liar, liar, pants on fire," Moon sang, thrusting one long finger in with every word. "For forgetting and lying I'm now going to punish you." 

And what a punishment it was. First you were unsure how him fingering you could be punishment, until you were so close to the edge and you suddenly feared he was going to deny you your orgasm. He didn't. With a growl he told you to come, and you gasped as you did, realising with fear he wasn't stopping his rough thrusting. His other hand had found itself under your shirt, kneading your boobs as he growled against the skin of your thighs. Sharp teeth just rubbing against the skin as his tongue came out to lick up against your outer lips. 

"That's one. Can you keep count for me, Sweetling?" 

And it hadn't stopped at that one, or the one after that, you were already sobbing in the minutes it took for the lights to come back on, sticky and sore as Moon had brought you over the edge quite some times. Relief flooded you as the lights sprung on, but Moon's giggle and the little wave he did promised you more to come. At least being with Sun would grant you some relief from Moon's pleasure turned torture, or so you thought. 

You quickly realised that was not the case as Sun came out, pout in his voice so evident you could've sworn his permanent smile had turned into a frown. 

"Sun, I really told you," you mumbled desperately, weak from Moon's onslaught, and so ready for a little break, but Sun wouldn't hear it.

"I can't remember, Sunflower, and therefore it never, ever happened. My memories are perfect, you know?" He wiggled his fingers, still slick from your juices, inspecting them briefly before pushing you back down onto the little nest that you were in. 

“Please, Sunbun, I need to get back to doing my rounds, my job-“ 

“Can wait,” Sun interrupted, almost sounding mean when he pressed his cool fingers against your clit that was still throbbing and swollen. “Moon had his chance to punish you, and now it’s my turn. It’s only fair!” He leaned down to give you a peck on the lips, but his sweetness was offset by the rubbing of his fingers over your body, telling you he was still being strict with you. Punishment far from over.

His long fingers slipped inside, and you sobbed as you felt you body respond instantly. And really, for all your complaining this was the best kind of punishment you could’ve wished for. It was going to be a long night.

#kinktober 2023 #week 4 #sun x reader x moon #dca x reader #x reader #x y/n #sundrop #moondrop #daycare attendant #smut #nsft #my work #fnaf #LazyGhoulsKinktober2023

[royalsweetteaa]

Title: Make it hot

Pairing: dom!Johnny Storm x sub!reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following fic contains: Explicit smut, porn/no plot, dom/sub dynamic, degradation, objectification (reader is into it), BDSM themes, use of demeaning petnames (whore, slut, fucktoy), protected sex, P in V sex, cum eating, light choking, light slapping, spit swallowing, manhandling.

Summary: Johnny uses you the way you want to be used.

2nd person POV

You and Johnny had the most uncomplicated relationship, and while it had mostly to do with your similar interests and preferences, it was also because of Johnny’s trustworthiness along with his openness to experiment in the bedroom.

Tonight, as you’re staying at the F4 summer vacation house while everyone else is asleep, you want to try something different with your boyfriend and fiery superhero, and he is all ears like always.

You have had this fantasy for a very long time of having him dominate and use you while he speaks degradingly. As you had suggested it, you could see a glint of surprise and excitement in him, but he wanted to be sure you were 100% okay with it before going through with anything.

One last confirming ‘yes’ from you as you both sit naked on the bed is all it takes before Johnny has you lying against his body with his mouth nibbling behind your ear as his hand sneaks down to touch your pussy, and all you have to do is stay still and pretty while welcoming each and every move he performs.

He hums with eagerness as he slips his finger inside with little gentleness, “You’re so wet, baby. It turns you on to be owned by someone who knows how to use this body properly, am I right?”

You nod with a moan in response, and he proceeds to remove it after a few thrusts and reaches up to suck your juices off his finger, groaning lewdly as he takes in the taste. “Perfect cunt making such tasty juices…fuck, I can’t wait to seep into this…” he says huskily as he slaps your puffy pussy lips.

You shudder out a quiet ‘please…’ and Johnny chuckles as he knows what you’re pleading for.

“You want to be fucked right away, huh? Don’t even wanna be prepped? Doubt you’ll need it anyway considering how much I fuck you on a daily basis..”

He puts his hand around your throat and squeezes lightly as he continues speaking filth, “That’s what makes you such an amazing whore…all mine to use whenever I want. Whenever I feel horny, you’ll come running and please this dick like you were made for it.”

He has you thrown beneath him before you can even process it, with a condom already slid on and his length lined up ready into your glistening hole.

As you prepare for his intrusion, Johnny snaps his fingers in front of your face which gets your attention, “Hey…open your mouth, babe.”

You do as he says, and while he’s pulling a smug face, he spits right into your mouth, ordering the following immediately “swallow it.”

Satisfaction spreads on his features when he sees your throat bobbing with a closed mouth, and as he continues sinking his cock inside of you, he grunts and keeps going with his words, “You wanna be used like an object, huh? A toy? A plaything?”

“Fuck! Yes, Johnny!” You mewl as you begin to stroke your clit with need. “I’m just a toy to be used for your pleasure..”

“That’s what I thought…” he keeps drilling his way inside of you until he hits bottom, “Nothing more than a piece of meat- hmm…a fucktoy for my dick…” he whispers the last bit into your ear as he licks a stripe on your neck. You whine at his degrading words and throw your arms around his back, clawing against his skin, making him hiss.

As he begins to move with a steady rhythm, he comes with another request, “Tell me how much you need this…tell me right now.”

“Johnny, I-I…ahh” you stutter as you try to be out your daze to speak. “Please, I need this so bad…I need you to fuck me hard. Please…”

“Oh yes, my little slut…” Johnny purrs as he starts hammering into you, making you become a crying mess. “You’re such a dirty little thing, aren’t you? Such a filthy little whore who needs me to fill her up with my big dick all the time.”

He hoists your hips a bit higher up and penetrates you with rough, holding around your waist as he starts using you in a quite literal sense.

“Love having you as my personal fleshlight. That’s what you are…a fuckin’ cock-sleeve for my dick…”

You can only nod at his claims as you feel your head going numb from thoughts, your moans and whimpers becoming your means of communication.

Johnny knows this, and despite how much of an ego booster he gains from that fact, he doesn’t let you off the hook that easily. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you are.”

With gathered effort, you manage to babble out, “Nghh, I’m your personal fleshlight, Johnny! I’m nothing more than your needy slut!” as you feel yourself clenching around Johnny’s cock at your confession.

He grunts with satisfaction as he fucks his hardest into you, until he finds himself squeezing his eyes shut in moments before ejaculation.

“Ooooh, fucking shit! C-Cumming!” He announces as he snaps his hips against yours roughly one last time, making you throw your head back as you start to shake from your own orgasm. “Aaaah, take my fucking cum, you dirty slut.” He growls before he spills his load into the condom, steam leaving his body as you feel something warming your insides.

Johnny breathes hotly against your face before he pulls out, revealing a condom full of cum slagging at the tip of his cock. He chuckles wickedly and slides off the condom filled up with his jizz and holds the other end as it threatens to leak out. He then rises up and reaches it over your face and grins mischievously as he speaks, “go on…be a good dirty slut and drink it all up…”

You happily oblige as you open your mouth wide open while Johnny squeezes every drop out of the condom into your mouth, watching with fiery eyes as you swallow his stickiness. “What a hot sight…you love being my personal cumdumpster, don’t you? Never have to waste any of it because you welcome it inside all of your holes…” he bites his lip as you respond with an eager nod.

As the last drop escapes into your mouth, you swallow it down your throat and open your mouth once again to reveal it’s all gone. He snickers and pats your chin a little hard as he tosses the condom away, “Yeah, I bet that tasted good for a whore like yourself. Fuckin’ love everything I give you…”

You smile and feel your cheeks heat up as Johnny takes a moment to just look at you, and you witness as his given dominant role fades with how he looks adoringly at you.

He takes you by surprise when he eagerly leans into your face and kisses you passionately before he lies beside you, his blue orbs never leaving your face while you catch your breath.

“So…how did I do, firefly?” He asks with his arm supporting his head as he looks down at you lovingly.

You giggle lightly as you respond, “You were perfect…” and you let out a sigh as you cool down from the intense fucking. “It was exactly how I wanted it to play out.”

“Yeah?” Johnny makes a toothy grin as pride settles in him. “That’s good, baby. The Human Torch always strives to deliver...”

“Oh, you delivered alright.” You respond smugly, and he cracks a wide smile before he wraps his arms around your body and tickles you, making you burst out laughing. You plead him to stop as you feel your eyes getting glossy from all the laughing, and he lays off continuing but remains close to you.

”For the record, I enjoyed this too. Like a lot. Who knew my girl was as filthy as I can be?”

You giggle and let him rest his head on your bare breasts as you give him a nice head scratch, making him groan with satisfaction as you try to come with the best response to what he had said.

You sigh contentedly and shrug, “I guess that’s what makes us perfect for each other.”

Johnny smiles against your skin and rubs your hip with care as he agrees, “Yeah…I think you’re right about that.”

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#johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x you #johnny storm x y/n #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans x reader #johnny Storm x reader smut

[luvsdive]

omg pls write a non con fic for twice 🙏🙏

I loved your bratty nayeon fic so much 💞

WARNING: NONCON

well what would you like me to write about? maybe a dancing teacher who punishes tzuyu in the middle of the rehearsal room after noticing how she's been slacking on her dancing, completely disregarding the other twice girls, slack jawed and wide eyed, watching as you hold a fistfull of tzuyu's hair and force her face against the mirrored wall. pulling her sports bra down to reveal her tits, groping them with your free hand, pinching and pulling on the nipples harshly. baby tzuyu already with tears in her eyes, please don't do this, i promise i'll work harder! everyone is looking, please stop! begging as you lay a heavy smack on her ass, earning yourself a whined gasp from her pouty lips, as well as her members hushed whispers. i don't care that everyone is looking, this is what you get for being a lazy slut, is your only response other than aggressively yanking down of her gym shorts and panties alltogether, bearing her naked cunt to the air conditioned room, already growing uncomfortably wetter with each passing moment. tzuyu feels guilty and gross for being aroused by all of this, but she doesn't know how to stop you, doesn't even know if she wants you to stop. but there's no time to ponder, no preamble, just two fingers roughly shoved inside her, an intrusion that makes her squeal with fright and the stinging sensation of being forcefully taken against her will. there are fat droplets of tears dripping down her face and everytime she tries to turn her gaze away from the reflection of her unnies watching her in astonishment, you only yank her head back into place by the grip on her hair. look at them, you order, adding a third finger into her cunt and watching as her knees buckle, the only thing keeping the maknae standing being your grip on her locks. let them see what will happen if i catch any of you slacking in practice again. and tzuyu can feel herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm, your fingers sliding with increasing ease inside her as she grows wetter by the second, your movements starting to make lewd sounds that seem to reverberate all throughout the quiet practice room, her sniffles turning into short little moans as you speed your movements even further, and even without any stimulation to her clit, tzuyu can feel her toes clenching and the pressure building in her lower tummy that signals she's about to hit her peak, the orgasm so close that a high pitched moan finally escapes her now open lips... and then nothing. the fingers get roughly pulled out from inside her cunt and the rough grip on her hair that's kept her up for the past few minutes all disappear, and she drops to the ground in an ungraceful heap, an undignified and nonsensical whine as her orgasm gets ripped away from her. you crouch down to her level, grabbing her face with your hand, fingers still wet with tzuyu's juices squeezing her own cheeks, leaked arousal mixed with the tears on her skin, before a heavy smack across her face gets her out of her aroused stupor with a gasp. get up and get back to rehearsal, you order, not even lending a hand as the young girl struggles to find her footing, a humiliated flush across her skin as she tries to tug her sports bra back into place, purposefully looking away from her members as she stumbles her way back into formation. and don't let me see you giving anything less than 100%, alright? you barely spare her a glance, grabbing your phone to turn the music back on. tzuyu bites down on her lower lip, struggling to swallow her tears. yes, ma'am. is the only reply she's able to sob out loud. good girl, hope you've learned your lesson.

#asks #girl group smut #twice smut #tzuyu smut #wrote most of this during my lunch break #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #for some of it? i guess? #also there was a momo thing that was supposed to go here but i got lazy lmao

[soliloquiss]

Hello can you please do a (NSFW) K,T amd U with mysta or Ike 😳

( NSFW: K, T, U FEATURING IKE EVELAND ! )

SPECIAL 100 EVENT CLICK TO PARTICIPATE

❥ WARNING: MDNI ! ( x gender neutral! reader )

❥ a/n: thank you for participating !! lowkey went wild with headcanons in this one >; ) i hope you like it <3

(K) Kink = ike absolutely loves wax play hence why he hoards a lot of candles, not just the scented wax ones but also the massage kind. he adores the sounds that you make when he's showering you with heartfelt kisses but also dripping hot wax on your most sensitive parts at the same time. even though your eyes are shut, you could feel ike smiling in the scene as you continually whimper and wince from the temperature of the liquid on your supple skin. after leaving few droplets of the lukewarm wax, he'll massage your body with his skillful hands, casually groping your chest in slow motions. he'd twist and turn your now perked up nipples, you could feel every detail in your foreplay because of the smooth sensation from the liquid wax earlier that melted into essential oils. another reason why it's a turn on for him is that he can see your body glistening with the bright lights of his room, every nook and cranny of your sex could be seen with his naked eyes.

T (Toys) = oh definitely. he's quite an adventurous person whenever the topic is about sexual intercourse. from the outside, he might look like your ordinary-vanilla-guy who likes fluffy intercourses but you were so wrong about that. he had purchased a box of pleasure toys to try for you, as seeing you beg him for the real thing really arouses him. he'd often edge you from your climax just to hear you plead for his dick and rail you until dawn <3 basically, he'd use his toys as a way to sexually rile you up until you cry for his cock, almost as if you're intoxicated from the sexual pleasures he's made you feel.

U (Unfair) = he may not give off the vibe that he likes to tease at first, but he always does whenever he feels extraordinary. although he enjoys your expressions whenever he's being unfair to you, usually he wouldn't be able to resist your charm and will eventually give in. the teasing he's done for you ranges from edging or prolonging the foreplay until you're seeping with your white juices, wanting to be dicked down already. as a bonus, he'd bedaub his fingers with your cum and show how alot of it is coming out of your genitalia, playing with the substance for you to see how naughty you truly are— the strings of cloudy white in color barely breaks between ike's fingers. "look at how much you're yearning for me."

#🜲 soliloquiss 100 #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland smut #luxiem #luxiem x reader #luxiem x reader smut #luxiem smut #nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader #oh god wax play .. mhmmm #luxiem headcanons

[pretendingtoknowhowtowrite]

TITLE: A familiar Scent (part 2 - part 1 here)

Summary: Dean and you just finished having some alone time (part 1) but, unfortunately, the lights were off. He thought that watching you properly was needed.

TAGS: Dean Winchester x Female!reader - smut - 18+ - oral -> female receiving - anal - fingering - uhhhh really smut - domdean with a bratty tone, still the dork he is. Fluffy moment at the end, 100% recommended if you have daddy issues (as always)

Words count: 1.5k

English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes.

I adore feedbacks, so feel free to comment/say stuff anonymously

Dean stared at your body with a smirk. <<Tell me, why didn't we turn on the light before?>> he said while looking at your sweaty waist. You chuckled and shook your head while looking at that smile. <<Come here, dork>> you replied and pointed at the bed again. <<Yes, ma'am>> he giggled and laid on his side. <<Soooo>> he added <<I meant it. I didn't taste you yet>> he continued with his hushed tone while gently caressing your thighs. His hand rapidly went between them, and reached your sweet spot again, his fingers moving around your lips, sending shivers up your spine. A moan of pleasure left your throat, and he took his fingers out and licked them slowly <<Sweet>> he smirked while looking at you <<and delicious>> he added and proceeded to spread your legs wide open. Dean kept his eyes locked on your body; your hips, your thighs were naked for him to observe. He sank his hands into your thighs and went closer to your slit with his face, you could feel his breath on you. The embarrassment and thrill made you crumble, and you quickly tried to cover your face while looking at Dean's. The moment your eyes met; a warm flood reached between your thighs. Dean noticed that and picked up your juices with his fingers. <<Light can be really arousing, uh?>> he said while rubbing his fingers with your juices, his eyes locked on yours. Dean licked his fingers and went down on you. He started tasting you slowly. He quickly found your clit and sucked it a bit, licked it, and bit it gently. Moans of pleasure were filling the room again, and your hands were already grasping the bedsheets as you were screaming Dean's name. You could feel his smirk against your pussy, and shortly after he was tasting your insides, you could feel his hot tongue moving inside of you, searching for your g-spot and savouring every movement.

<<Oh Dean>> you whined and ran your hand through his short hair. The moment Dean felt your hands he looked up at you, his tongue still inside of you. His green, lustful, and craving eyes met yours and another sigh escaped your throat, making him grin while going down on you. He started using his fingers too, in a moment he was pinching and rubbing your clit while his tongue was moving inside your womb.

You couldn't hold it anymore since his experienced fingers didn't let go of your clit for an instant. Shivers went down your spine, knees started weakening and trembling at the same moment. <<Good girl>> He whispered to you, raising his head up to see your face properly <<you did so good... cumming on my tongue and fingers>> he added and went in for a kiss. Your juices mixed with his saliva melted in your mouth, making you crumble with pleasure. <<How couldn't I?>> you asked Dean with a lustful look on your face. <<Oh, Stop looking at me with those eyes Y/N>>, Dean told you while biting his lower lip <<You have no idea how hard I'm gonna fuck you...again. You're so gonna regret this>> he added with a grin. He started touching and folding all your body, taking his time to look at it this time, staring at your curves and your beautiful imperfections, he watched carefully your moles, your skin, your breast, your hips and thighs, all of you. <<You're so fucking beautiful>> he said while fondling your body. Dean Winchester telling you that made you melt. You truly believed he was one of the most gorgeous human beings on earth, and he believed you were a goddess, that thought alone was enough to make you fall apart.

His hands were practically sinking into your skin, he let out a moan just looking at you and then said <<Please Y/N, please tell me you're into anal>>. You burst out laughing and looked at him <<Dean you could have said it in any other way, and you choose that one??>> you replied while smiling. He looked at your face, a bit red with embarrassment, did a downward smile, and added <<Just being honest and making sure you like it>>. You covered your face with a hand and answered <<Yeah Dean, I'm into that>>. Even though you weren't looking at him you heard his giggles of excitement, <<Oh you're so so so going to be the death of me>> he said and started kissing you again. Your bodies were pressed against each other, and you could feel his hard cock against your waist, apparently, Dean's refractory period wasn't too long... <<Baby, turn on your back for me, please>> he said while looking at you with his forest green eyes. He asked for it with such a gentle tone, so you just did it. The moment you were laying on your stomach he smacked your ass, and a gasp left your throat. He began folding it, his gaze was so heavy...you started dripping wet again. <<Oh, look at you>> he said while holding your waist <<so fucking pretty... I'm gonna start slowly, okay?>> he said and pushed one digit inside your ass. A whimper left your body, but you wanted more. Dean got closer to your ear and whispered <<relax Y/N. Everything is gonna be all right>>, as he said that one of his hands went down your waist and reached for your clit, he really wanted to be sure that you were relaxed.

He started rubbing it and stroking it with his fingers while his other digit was stretching your ass. The moment you started slightly trembling he shoved another digit inside of you. Another moan left your body. <<Atta girl>> he whispered with a smirk in your ear. His heavy breath and his sweat were soaking your body, his fingers weren't letting go of your clit and your body was on the verge of collapsing. <<Please Dean>> you whimpered <<put it in>>.

He didn't wait for you to repeat that, and he pushed his tip inside of you. His girth wasn't 2 fucking fingers, and a yell escaped your mouth. He gave you time to adjust around his width and started kissing your back <<Relax baby...do that for me, would you?>> he added and started to slowly push all his length inside of you. You were gripping the bedsheets, sinking your fingernails in the fabric. The pain and the pleasure were filling your mind and your body started trembling around Dean's cock and his experienced fingers. That man wasn't letting go of you for an instant, and it was driving you absolutely insane. His cock was twitching inside of you, Dean started moving slowly but his pace increased. He was moaning in your ear and your lewd noises were filling the room, the pleasure was too much to handle. Dean kept going inside and outside of your ass while biting your neck, stroking your clit, and moaning your name. <<Please cum inside Dean>> you said and turned your head to look at his face. Sweat was dripping from his jaw, his mouth was open to catch a breath, his gaze locked on your bodies, you wanted that moment to last forever. Dean looked at you the moment you said that, and he pulled out in a hurry, turned you on your back, and lifted your legs. He kissed you while keeping your legs up and pushed his dick inside your ass again. His pace was faster, his thrusts were deeper, and you started yelling his name in pleasure. You cummed again while looking at his lustful face, your body tightened up around Dean and his member, so he couldn't help it but to reach the climax, a growl left his throat, and he filled you up with his hot semen. He rested his body against yours; your heavy breathings were echoing in the room.

<<I'm not regretting this>> you giggled. Dean laughed softly and pulled out, you whimpered at the same time, his semen started dripping from your ass. <<Now look at that, how could I have seen that with the lights off?>> he said and went in for a kiss again. This was a gentle one, that made your chest warm and your head light.

<<Let's go take a shower Y/N>> he whispered in your ear and picked you up in his arms. Oh, how much you loved how he could carry you around everywhere. You curled up in his chest and kissed it in the meantime. <<I love you Dean>>you whispered.

<<Me too baby, me too>> he said and turned on the hot water for the two of you. He took care of you, washed your back, your hair, your body, gently smacked your ass (he couldn't help it) and kissed your forehead. You did the same for him but he had to lower his body or you couldn't reach his hair, that silly thing made the two of you chuckle. It was such a sweet moment that made you realise how much you loved Dean Winchester.

#dean winchester x female!reader smut #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #smut #spn smut

[bakusatxuki]

BACHIRA MEGURU (NSFW)

Warnings: this story contains some spoiler about Blue Lock Vs U-20 team.

IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, I SUGGEST YOU NOT TO READ THIS STORY. THANK YOU.

My heart beats fast. After months I will be able to see my cute boyfriend who was chosen to be part of Blue Lock’s project. I really miss him: miss his smile, his sweet voice, his laugh, his presence near mine.

I take a seat with Meguru’s mom, waiting for the game to start. I take a look around, watching the hundreds people who are here tonight, for the most important game: Blue Lock team VS U-20.

Soon, we see both teams enter the stadium with the audience’s screams. I look at Meguru who’s near a boy with black hair, talking with him with a smile on his pretty face.

I really missed him.

The game starts after 15 minutes and I cannot leave my sight from my boyfriend. At the half game’s whistle, the game stops, letting the boys take a quick rest.

<<HEY RURU!>> I scream with a big smile on my face.

<<Uh..?>> He looks confused around him before smiling, <<pretty princess..>>

<<Who’s that girl, Bachira?>> Isagi asks.

<<Oh, that? She’s my girlfriend.>>

<<YOU’RE THE BEST, RURU!>> I scream again.

He looks at me smiling, sending me lots of kisses that makes me blush.

<<Silly Ruru..>> I whisper.

He winks at me, before the game starts again.

They won. They really won.

I run like I’ve never do in my life, searching for Meguru. I see a familiar blond-black hair and I run, jumping on the boy’s back, almost both falling on the ground.

<<RURU!>>

<<Hey princess~>>

We kiss, under the eyes of his teammates.

<<I miss you.>> <<I miss you.>> we both say to each other.

<<Would you mind if I introduce yourself to my friends, neh, princess?~>> He asks.

I nod, following him.

<<Isagi-kun, this is my girlfriend; princess, this is my best friend, Isagi-kun.>> He smiles.

<<Hi.>> I say shyly.

<<Hi, nice to meet you.>>

<<Oh, princess, tomorrow I will be out of here for some days.>>

<<REALLY?>> I scream, happy.

He nods, kissing me again.

<<So, see you tomorrow, princess?>>

<<See you tomorrow, Ruru.>>

As he promised, the next day he’s in my arms. Together. On his bed.

<<Neh, Ruru, I.. I’m ready .. to give you my first time. What do you think?>> I say.

<<Really? No jokes?>>

<<Nope, I’m serious.>>

<<I’m gladly accept, princess~>>

So he kisses me with love, while his hands touch my skin, covered by my shirt.

<<Can I take them off, pretty?>> He whispers, touching my shirt and my shorts.

I nod, lightly scared, kissing him again.

He takes off my clothes, putting his lips on my neck, then on my chest, sucking my nipples.

<<Ruru~>> I moan, closing my eyes.

<<Your skin is so soft, princess~ I love it.>> Murmurs, going down between my legs. After my consensus, he takes off my panties, looking at me, naked, under his body.

I cover myself, blushing really hard.

<<Hey~ don’t cover yourself, pretty. You’re really beautiful. I’m so lucky to be with you. To be able to take your virginity.>>

He starts licking my hole, leaving some kisses on my thighs. I moan, grabbing his hair, drowning in pleasure.

<<Meguru~ I’m feeling strange but.. so good at the same time, don’t stop.~ please~>>

<<As if I want to~>>

He traces every inch of me, giving me a pleasure I didn’t know I could feel. My legs close around his head and I hear him giggling softly.

<<I put one finger inside, that’s ok, pretty?>>

<<P-Please Ruru… >> I moan while he pushes his first finger inside me.

<<You’re pretty wet… and really hot inside, your walls are squeezing around me~>>

<<More, please more~>>

I move my hips, trembling under his touch. He puts a second finger inside, pressing on my G-spot. I feel a hot wave all over my body and I scream, giving him my first orgasm.

<<So pretty~ do it again, princess, please~>> He smiles, licking my juices and looking at me with lustful eyes.

He places his body on top of mine looking at me with a look full of love, caressing my cheek.

<<Are you sure of this, pretty?>>

<<I’m 100% sure, Meguru, please, do it.>>

I place my hands on his shoulders while he slips his dick inside my folds.

<<Meguru~>> I moan into his ear.

<<So tight~ fuck baby, it’s so hot inside you~ >> He moans, kissing my neck, leaving some red-violet marks.

He starts moving lightly, looking at my face, smiling.

<<And you’re so beautiful, my love~>> whispers.

<<Faster, please, please, faster~>> I say, hugging his waist with my legs.

He moves his hips, hitting my skin with his, holding my body into his arms.

<<I love you, pretty~>>

<<L-Love y-you too, Ruru~>>

Soon, my moans become screams, my hands leave red marks on his white skin, making his moves even faster than before.

My walls squeezed his dick when his tip touch my G-spot, making me squirm.

<<M-Me..~>>

<<So tight… I’m gonna cum, baby.. gonna cum…>>

He continues to hit my spot, showing me the stars.

<<M-Meguru… I’m ..>>

<<Yes baby, with me..>> He whispers.

After some other pushes, I cum.

<<Fuck… you’re really beautiful~>> He moans, cumming inside me, painting my walls with his white juice.

He tries to move by my side when I stop him.

<<Don’t. Stay some minutes here.>> I say, leaving his face resting between my boobs.

<<I really love it here, pretty~>> He giggles, rubbing his face against my skin.

After some minutes, we both fall in a deep sleep.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock meguru bachira #bllk bachira #bachira meguru #bachira x you #bachira x y/n #bachira x reader #bachira smut

[bourbon-ontherocks]

this is the depressing ask. beware. 😂 

first I want to thank the writers for so helpful reminding us of 305 with the line about naked suspects. clearly, morgane wasn’t there to witness adam’s frightful interrogation because she’d have eviscerated him then and there (that’s what I like to think, at least). 

bref. the ending. are we really doing this? I feel like this conversation’s been had a thousand times before yet the show doesn’t seem to have heard any of it. or doesn’t care. (I’ll let you list off the reasons why it’s an awful twist, if you feel up to it, because I’m frankly too tired for that) 

I hate the way they showed a sonogram as if to hammer home she’s carrying a child, not a fetus, when it's the other way round. I hate the mamma mia montage, as if figuring out whose genes are involved is the priority. I hate the 306 retcon, get this shit away from me, both their drinks were spiked. I hate that we’re supposed to believe none of these grown adults (the ones who weren’t drugged, at least) considered protection. especially morgane--she’s had DREAMS about this, ffs, there’s no way that wouldn’t cross her mind. I hate the ramifications of every single way this could go down (too long to expound but you get me). I hate that there’s even a shred of doubt about how this will go down. I hate that they served us some watered-down so-called feminist juice for a whole season and still decided to use morgane’s body as an open ground for drama. 

given the way they’ve addressed the question in the ep, I’m very pessimistic about s4. Idk about you but my only solace is knowing it’s out of our hands, anyway, so I don’t have to waste my energy trying to change anybody’s mind. 

thanks for sticking along on this ride. wouldn't have had it any other way. and good luck for the year ahead of us, everybody. the only way out is through! 🤞

Nodding along at everything you said because yeah, and also while I liked Adam's line about naked suspects, your point about Morgane finding out about it just gave me a fantastic idea to add to my WIP, so thank you for that!

Now for the ending.

I think there are two main points to distinguish here because obviously, my personal distaste for pregnancy and baby storylines makes the idea of Morgane bearing a fourth child everything I don't want to see. BUT, had the circumstances been wildly different, I could have come to terms with it and accepted it, as in "Yeah I don't like this turn of events but I can get over it because it makes sense narratively and serves an interesting purpose". What actually makes this finale awful are the circumstances of this pregnancy, and now we're getting to the essay-ish part of this post where I'll try to explain

Why HPI finale is lazy, infuriating, and profoundly anti-feminist

Just like you point out, this mamma mia scenario was already explored in… well… mamma mia, plus countless other stories, zero originality here, I expected better from HPI tbh. And I read just yesterday an interview with the producer saying "Season 4 be like, we're looking for a baby daddy instead of a murderer lolilol", yea guess what, I DON'T CARE. For a while after watching the episode, I dared to hope that the montage in the end was purposefully misleading, that soon Morgane would come to her senses and remember that she did use protection with at least Timothée and David, because I 100% agree with you, it's ridiculous to make us believe that none of these people ever had a thought about contraception. Timothée even said "We're not trying yet", which means he kinda knows how not to try, no? And also I can accept the idea that Morgane isn't on any kind of birth control because it happens (some women react badly to pills and IUDs, etc), but she was with Ludo for half a season so they must have used condoms, she has to know and think about it (and like you said, she's DREAMED of it, and explicitly said that SHE DIDN'T WANT A FOURTH KID - I'll get to that later because it makes me fume). Besides, she's had three kids already, she knows how this all works. So yeah, it's lazy and implausible.

What I find particularly infuriating in this 3-baby-daddies plotline is also the deeply misogynistic trope of seeing a female character unable to enjoy an unapologetic sex life with multiple partners without getting punished by the script with an unwanted pregnancy. This is the literal definition of slut-shaming by the way. I was going to say that I didn't see where you found feminist vibes in the show, but then I remembered how much I loved the way Morgane expresses her feminity, her desire, and her sexuality, and…. yea, this is exactly the point I'm trying to make (also I loved seeing childfree, 40+ characters who were thriving but that's another discussion I guess). Seeing that we're still there in 2023 legitimately makes me sick.

Speaking of misogynistic tropes… I guess the ONE detail that really makes me want to throw spears at the writers is the sixteen weeks' mention. By purposefully making her too far in her pregnancy for abortion, they robbed her of having a choice. I mean, they could have got her two months pregnant, and then for some bad (imo) reasons she'd have decided to keep the baby, it would have made no difference for what's coming next. I wouldn't have loved it, sure, but it would have been fine by me because at least it'd have been her decision. Here she's just subjected to the plot, and like you said, her body is used as a narrative tool, and it feels like a slap in the face. Not to mention that even here they fucked up the timeline, because she fucked Timothée, David, and Adam in the span of like 4 days, right? Literally the day after the LSD adventures she and Adam decide to wait for three months, and the montage insists on how on the schedule they are. And I'd say that 307-308 happen within a week maximum because Redbone's not one to wait three weeks for his money lol. So 3 months is 12, 13 weeks at most, which means that in the end, Morgane is 14 weeks pregnant AT BEST (which makes her still eligible for abortion, mhhhh, see where I'm going with this? 🤔), and not 16. The only valid explanation would be that it's Timothée's baby and that she was already pregnant when she had her other encounters, but since the show seems to go in another direction, then it means that they purposefully fucked up the numbers so that she CANNOT consider abortion, which is the most dehumanizing, disempowering thing you can do to a female character.

They're literally forcing a pregnancy on her, and I want to throw up every time I think about it.

Speaking of which. Morgnane's already had three kids. Also, she told us in season 2 about her first-trimester symptoms. And she's supposed to be smart, hell that's the WHOLE point of the show. So there's no way she wouldn't have noticed that she was pregnant again, unless she denied her pregnancy (which would explain her total absence of symptoms, incredulity at the hospital, and possibly the fact that her brain erased her sexytimes with Adam). Now pregnancy denial is one of my greatest fears in life, so I can hear that this was particularly triggering for me specifically, but still, this is an incredibly traumatic experience to throw at her, and a source of huge emotional distress. SHE STATED SHE DIDN'T WANT A FOURTH KID FOR FUCK'S SAFE AND YOU ARE FORCING HER TO GET ONE WHEN SHE'S AT HER LOWEST, AND YOU'RE EXPECTING US TO FIND THIS FUNNY??????? I mean just go sell potatoes and stop writing shows because this is an insult to the art of writing.

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Sorry I need a minute to have a good cry and yell at the abyss.

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Okay, I'll just close the 16-week essay by saying that I entirely blame Audrey Fleurot for this, and this is what I base my theory on:

I mean, cool bro if it worked for you (except it didn't, do you want to talk again about your post-partum? Is that what you're planning for Morgane?) and I get that acting can be a therapy in some way, but this is getting way too close to the target, just get the fuck out of the writing room if that's what you're going to come up with, PLEASE.

I'm not sure where you see a 306 retcon though, for me it's pretty clear they were both under the influence, had sex, and blacked out about it (which as @earanie and @hemerae-ramblings pointed out, is highly unrealistic since memory losses are NOT a side-effect of LSD, but I can hear the argument of denial here). But speaking of 306, the finale completely doomed this episode for me, because in retrospect it feels like a giant set-up. The LSD scene is ONLY here to make it possible for Adam to have unprotected sex (side point here, I'm actually not mad they hooked up, even though it's kind of frustrating to see it happen this way, because I find the "offscreen banging reveal" a hilarious yet underused trope, and also I like the messiness), and while this last point is in a way funny, the worst part is the three months window at the end, which has in fact NOTHING to do with Adam sorting his feelings or whatever but is only here to forbid the possibility of abortion for Morgane, and this makes me want to stab people multiple times.

Also, one last thing that I find absolutely disgusting is the fact that Morgane and Adam (presumably) conceived a baby against their will (there's a whole other discussion to have about consent here but I won't go there for today) while solving a case about a BABY BORN FROM RAPE. I mean, can you make it more icky than that? Do the writers even acknowledge the irony of this? Do they even care? This baby is doomed by the narrative from the fertilization stage, and we're supposed to enjoy it as a comedy?

And now I assume we'll get to watch a forced coming together between Adam and Morgane due to the circumstances, which means that even if they end up together we'll never know if they actually wanted it? What a way to kill a ship, man, I've seen shows pretty efficient at ship-sinking but this has to be in the top three.

(somehow there's a wild irony in the fact that both the showrunners and the main cast have been saying on repeat from season 1 that they didn't want to make that disappointing season that ruins most shows, and yet they managed to spectacularly fuck-up and promise the worst season ever, and they're already paying for it audience-wise...)

See, all of this is the silver lining I'm holding onto for now, in the hope of a miscarriage (which would also be incredibly traumatic for Morgane, and still an objectified-by-the-plot scenario, but at this point our options are limited. Also for now the showrunners are only mentioning the pregnancy but not the baby so maybe there's a tiny chance she actually doesn't have it), because there's no way anyone could rejoice from this. And if she does have this baby, and if it's Adam's, then I'll officially change their shipname from Brosse Adam to Brosse & Rachel, and this will probably be my last contribution to this fandom. Hated this in Friends, will hate it in HPI.

I'm not pessimistic about season 4, anon, I just don't want to consider it at all. Obviously, I'm ready to withdraw everything I said here if they choose the only acceptable outcome (abortion) and actually make an extremely powerful narrative and political statement about it, but I know it's off the table. Having to endure such a plotline in 2023, at a time when women's right to dispose of their own bodies is threatened everywhere in the world, is a very painful punch in the face, and I sincerely hope they'll get a ton of backlash on social media for this. I just saw this morning that the airing of 308 had the lowest audience numbers ever in the show's history, and I can't say that it makes me unhappy.

(I was lowkey hoping for a cancellation at this point, even though I know the chances weren't great, but I found out today that the show was officially renewed so we won't even get the solace of knowing they can't do any further damage... Eh 🤷‍♀️)

Finally, the thing that saddens me the most isn't even what they did to Morgane and to the show, it's what they did to our community as a result. I have been alone in this fandom for almost a year, and it was incredibly frustrating. And then people joined, created content, interacted, had fun, and we had such an amazing time together, writing, giffing, vidding, sharing theories, jokes, and thoughts. I've met some incredible, witty people, some of them I dare to call friends. And now it feels like everything is falling apart. Friends are leaving, or considering to. Group chats have turned into support groups. The writers didn't only ruin the show, they took away the enjoyment we gathered from it, and it sickens me. Personally, I've had a very rough first semester of 2023, and this community is what has kept me afloat. It's made me smile and laugh in times of sadness, it's given me a shiny, quirky escape that I'll never be grateful enough for. And to witness it all collapsing really hurts. I do hope it's just a bump in the road, that we'll come back eventually, sticking together and collectively despising canon, ignoring it by ferociously writing AUs, and roasting the timeline, and making Daphné-centered vids, but I'm not even sure myself where I stand regarding my own involvement in this fandom. Nothing else to say, I just miss what we had, that's all 😢

Now that I'm thinking about it, "J'avais tellement envie que ça marche entre nous" is exactly how I feel about canon right now. You know when I said that getting into a new hyperfixation felt like falling in love? Well, this shitty ending feels like getting ugly dumped.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, anon, and thank you for sticking with me too. It's too early to say if this is officially the end of Julia's adventures with the HPI anon or not, but please know that I've loved every second of the ride and that I will never forget it 🥲

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#julia's adventures with the hpi anon #this deserves its own post I think #hpi #tf1 hpi #hpi tf1 #hpi finale #hpi season 3 #pregnancy #tropes #misogyny #feminism #patriarchy #morgane alvaro #anon #ask #writing this drained my soul phew #but at least I said what I had to say #I really don't understand how we're expected to believe nobody used protections #I mean maybe that's because I grew up during AIDS years and there were tv ads constantly reminding ppl to wear condoms but #for me this is not something you just overlook

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I fucking missed his birthday but here’s a belated list of Bruce Wayne headcanons no one asked for 🫡

He’s a walking thesaurus

Begrudgingly takes the time to do general maintenance on the kids vehicles but they know it’s how he shows fatherly love

Genuinely disgruntled/confused by social media culture & language

— “Duke, what does -squints at iPhone screen- thotiana mean?”

“……im not qualified for this”

History buff. Loves the history channel & discovery channel. gets hurt on patrol & just vegges for 8+ hrs. when the painkillers kick in he starts scrutinizing & correcting the narrators. Loudly criticizes naked & afraid. Whole fam finds him unbearable (jay is the same way tho)

Enjoys rlly spicy food. Like shit that should be inedible. Prob from years of inhaling toxic gases & fumes. as embarrassing as it may be he doesn’t have much of a palette anymore. Only way to find out if something’s poisonous is the consistency/density & how it sits on his tongue.

— “clark, dare me to eat this pepper?”

“we’re literally on a different planet that thing could kill you bruce”

“I’ll take my chances”

—turns purple or something—

Total geek on vacations or nature walks, points out every creature it’s Greek name, genus, the whole shebang. Loves fossils and seashells can tell you time period of rocks & what type they are. Same with trees.

100% would blow shit up in the bat cave for “scientific research purposes”

— “it’s for the greater good Alfred”

“even the bottle rockets sir?”

“Especially the bottle rockets”

Really fucking hates the cold. Broken bones & scars ache like a bitch in rainy/snowy cold weather.

Hates taking medicine/cough syrup like a giant baby. Alfred has resorted to hiding pills & sedatives in all kinds of creative ways. Stephanie is surprisingly good at baking them into her “special” cupcakes.

wears those horrible Hawaiian shirts and slacks every time the fam goes on vacation. Looks like a walking pattern violation.

as opposite of a morning person as you could get. drinks his coffee black & cant function until he’s finished at least a cup. The longer he sleeps the longer it takes him to recover when he gets up. Pours orange juice into his cereal & that kind of shit. Most of the kids know better & leave him alone to his morning paper but Steph knows it’s the best time to get what she wants so she’ll hassle him relentlessly at the breakfast table. Morning stubble always makes a cameo

Fucking terrible at most video games. The WORST at 1st person shooters. Does enjoy racing & building games (& Skyrim for some reason)

Really good at crossword puzzles & fills them out in the newspaper when he gets the chance.

Truly is the turtleneck king (you lose a lot of heat in the neck)

Has horrible handwriting for someone who grew up with a top tier education. Drives his secretary nuts.

Has like 5 cellphones, very plug of him. nobody understands how he manages to keep track of everything. the one he uses as bruce to contact the kids is an 02 NOKIA that’s probably been to the moon and back (literally)

Very affectionate towards Alfred the cat it’s definitely that ‘dad who vehemently denies the pet/doesn’t want it & then becomes inseparable with it’ type of relationship. He may or may not sneak him friskies much to Damian’s chagrin.

—*tsk* “he’ll become obese father its irresponsible of you”

“ill feed this cat until he has to roll through my house thanks”

Has one of those fancy watches with like 1000 functions thanks to tim. It’s bulky and black looks like some sort of military electronic.

His kids call him inspector gadget.

Wears blankets around his shoulders like the cape/cowl when he’s sick.

Most certainly keeps track of and studies the colony in the cave. The kids have a theory that he has trackers and mics attached to the bats for snooping purposes. (He doesn’t but he’s not telling them that)

Has a collection of crazy socks, ties, and cuff links (mostly from tim & steph) that he wears to work when he’s feeling worn out. They are all hideous and Alfred tells him so but just a glance at some putrid yellow cotton & he already feels better.

Enjoys going to classic car shows with the kids and Alfred. everyone has an opinion if he’s made a new purchase, he pouts if the consensus is bad

Singe-handedly funded the 24/7 food truck services/entrepreneur program for the entirety of Gotham after getting his ass kicked by killer croc one night & by the grace of god & the pity of a concerned man running a taco truck was given the best meal he’s ever tasted in his life. Jay was very on board when he heard about it & actually the entire team is pretty grateful to be able to grab something delicious on the go all hours of the night

Likes to swim and going to the beach in general. One of his favorite things to do with Clark is deep sea fishing — dad shorts baseball cap and socks with sandals kind of fishing.

Contrary to his stony persona, the mans a crier. Cries when he’s sad, cries when he’s happy, cries when he yawns, cries when he laughs, cries when he’s sick, etc. etc. Sometimes tears come out when he’s upside down, he’s just got very active tear ducts 😪

Definitely has a photo of every kid in his wallet, most of them are blurry and cropped weird cause he cut them out himself but all of them are of the kids smiling or laughing. He looks at them all the time to the point that they’re worn down and faded different colors.

Has severe manic & depressive episodes. PTSD as well.

He’s ambidextrous but primarily left handed

#Bruce Wayne #Batman #headcanon #Tim drake #Jason Todd #stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth #mine