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Teach Me

Aemond Targaryen x female reader smut (Rhaenyra & Harwin Laenor Velaryon's daughter)

After your family gathers in King's Landing for Maelor's name day celebrations, tensions build between in more ways than expected. A lesson in High Valryian from your uncle Aemond causes a mutual infatuation to bubble over.

w.c: 9,398 (i know)

c.w: SMUT 18+ , targcest (uncle & niece), NO use of Y/N, oral (m & f receiving), afab reader, foreplay, unprotected p in v sex, the slowest of slowburns to ever exist, mild aemond angst, but also kinda soft aemond(?), fluff to finish ofc, small implied age gap, reader is briefly mentioned to have Srong features, pet names (in high valyrian), use of High Valyrian all translations in text as it is spoken (E.G "Rytsa Skorkydoso glaesā?" (Hi how are you?)) (i didn't translate these everytime bc i used them a lot so: mandianna = niece (child of your older sister), iāpa = uncle), pls let me know if i've missed any

a.n: so this came from a post i did the other day, and @sinistersnakey9419 gave me the idea for this fic and it had me giggling and kicking my feet fr. also, this took me like a week to write because i kept adding more plot teehee.

dividers: @saradika ♡

It was a week into your families stay at King’s Landing. The Red Keep was a familiar place, but it was no Dragonstone. Your Grandsire, King Viserys, had made it his wish of his for his family to be together to celebrate Maelor’s name day which was to be a multiple day affair. And he meant all of his family, regardless of the fabricated tensions that divided you. As Rhaenyra’s second eldest and only surviving daughter, you felt an unspoken pressure to help maintain the peace between the brothers of the family. One side couldn’t help but torment whilst the other was quick to defend his family by any means. You missed being back on Dragonstone, but this was an exciting place to be. Days were filled with activities befitting of a young lady, and you enjoyed spending time with your Aunt Helaena – both of you appreciated a sisterly figure from within each other. There was one presence you couldn’t quite understand. Aemond. Your uncle had watched you closely since you first arrived, it had been a time since you had both seen each other. He had grown into a very tall and incredibly handsome man; he was more pleasing to the eye than he should be. His large frame and equanimous demeanour loomed over you, even from the other side of a room. His gaze stuck upon you like a hound tracking game. You couldn’t help but assume, like most other members of his side of the family, he held nothing but judgemental distain for you and your brown-haired brothers.

The mornings were always the same, Viserys had wished for you all to break your fast together daily. That had started to dwindle until the King had heard of it and demanded you eat together regardless of his presence. It was going about as well as it had the past week, Aegon’s head in a cup, Alicent on edge at every second.

“The maesters have been helping us with our Valyrian.” Spouted Lucerys, he was sweet, too sweet and sensed a smog of tension over the room. Rhaenyra smiled, appreciating your brother’s attempt.

“Let us hear it then.” Daemon announced leaning back in his seat.

“Rēbagon se gerpa kostilus.” (Pass the fruit please). Lucerys seemed impressed with his statement, Daemon seems confused for a moment before leaning forward and sliding the dish of grapes over towards Luke. A short scoff was heard from across the table, Aemond sat casually, smirk laden on his lips.

“Something the matter, Uncle?” Jacaerys spoke through slight gritted teeth. Aemond raised a hand in a defensive motion, smile still playing at his lips.

“What my brother wants to say,” Aegon peeled his face up from the tablecloth and took a swig of whatever was in his cup at this hour, “Is that your ‘High Valyrian’ sounded more like Old Ghiscari.” Lucerys smile faded as he looked to your mother for reassurance. You sighed, looking down at you half-finished plate as yet another verbal disagreement erupted between the men in your life. You rose to your feet with more haste than you anticipated causing your chair to wobble and crash onto the stone floor behind you. The room fell silent, and you felt everyone’s eyes burning into your skin.

Your gaze remained vacant, lingering on the table, “May I please be excused.” You were embarrassed: of your outburst, your family’s inability to get along, your uncles’ comments. Mostly due to the fact they were right, Lucerys’ nor Jacaerys High Valyrian was perfect, and it just added to the rumours that spread about your family. Your mother had barely spoke an ‘of course’ before you took your leave, nails digging crescents into your palms.

Leaves rustled beneath your feet as you paced the grass of the Godswood, it was always a small sanctuary of peace for it’s quiet and empty nature. You closed your eyes and let the sun beam down on your face, if you imagined hard enough you could feel the cold breeze from your balcony at Dragonstone. A harsh snapping of a twig pulled you from your thoughts, your head shooting up towards the direction of the disturbance. Aemond stood a few paces away from you, palm raised in a surrendering motion. You released a breath you had been holding onto, bringing your hands together to fiddle with the clasp of your bracelet. “I did not mean to startle you, Mandianna,” He took a stride closer towards you, hands clasped behind his back. “You caused quite a scene. For a princess.” Your eyes stayed fixated on the ground beneath the two of you. This was the first time you had ever been alone with Aemond, and he was being agreeable? It was hard to deny how beautiful he was, even just from the stolen glances towards him. You knew about sex, parts of what it entailed. From a few detailed paintings to the small snippets you overheard from the younger handmaidens. You hadn’t spent an awful lot of time thinking about it apart from when conversations of finding you a match came around. That was until this week, something about being around Aemond meant fighting away thoughts of him a regular occurrence.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you picked up your chin to meet Aemond’s stare. It was softer, and more inquisitive than his usual piercing gaze. Your stomach dropped as thoughts of him bending you over and fucking you right here in the Godswood clouded your mind, how his hands would feel over your body, his tongue across your neck and between your thighs, how it would feel him sliding – “Keli jiōraton aōha ēngos byka genes?” (Cat got your tongue little mouse?). You felt heat rising towards cheeks and across your chest as you tried to mask your raised heart rate. You were pretty sure Aemond couldn’t read your thoughts, but the small smile that played at his lips made you feel otherwise. Something about your close proximity, the way you could make out each detail of his face, and his intoxicating smell had muzzled you. Lips parted to respond but nothing came out. You felt helpless in the best way possible. “A Velaryon princess who can’t hold a High Valyrian conversation, you disappoint me Mandianna.” Aemond turned on his heel, briskly walking towards the wood’s exit.

Maybe it was the need to please, the burning between your thighs, or the fact he was no longer facing you, but the words escaped your lips before you could even process what you had said, “Teach me.” The small wave of confidence dwindled when he turned his head back to face you.

“Teach you?”

“Teach me what you think I should know, Iāpa.” You didn’t know how he would respond, nor did you know how you wished for him to respond. Aemond raised a brow and smiled to himself, your small use of High Valyrian and how your statement could be interpreted in many different made him intrigued to see where this would lead.

“Tomorrow evening, after supper. Meet me in the library’s reading room.” Without needing a response, he once again made his way out of the wood, leaving you flustered and equally excited, yet dread filled.

As supper slowly began to drew to a close, your excitement manifested in a small bobbing of your leg. Actual conversation rang out between small groups on the table, Lucerys and Helaena had included you in there’s but all you could focus on was keeping your thoughts clear. Everything about Aemond drew you further in his lips softly against his cup, the way his index and middle finger tapped along to the quiet music that had been played, but most of all the way he would catch you watching with a satisfied smile. You partially walked back to your chambers, before feigning forgetting a ring behind at the table, and insisting to your mother and Daemon that it couldn’t wait until morning. Part of you wondered if you shouldn’t have lied, there was a simple explanation: getting lessons in High Valyrian from your uncle Aemond. Except this would not go over well with your immediate family. For you could hold a conversation in High Valyrian, it was Aemond you couldn’t speak to specifically. You were actually quite proficient in High Valyrian, not as much as you’d hoped to be but a whole lot better than your brothers. Whether it was common tongue or Valyrian Aemond rendered you speechless, and now you were willingly walking into a situation where he had complete control. You knew for certain how much you longed for him, but other than glances you couldn’t figure out what he truly felt. Part of you wanted to be under him at every moment possible but if he didn’t feel the same, if his glances were all a trick, you’d be ruined.

After stepping through the library, you took one final breath before opening the heavy oak door to the reading room. It pushed open with a small creak to reveal Aemond sat at the desk, tattered book in hand. “I thought you might’ve gotten cold feet,” he closed the book and softly placed it on the table, “Come take a seat.” He arose, pulling the wooden chair beside him out from the table, allowing you to sit down. You nodded your head slightly before taking a seat, smoothing out any creases in your dress. Taking a moment to examine the reading room in the dark, you noticed the two brass cups and a wine jug, along with numerous High Valyrian scriptures and books with plain parchment and a fresh quill. Aemond himself was wearing his usual attire, except his black coat had been unbuckled a few straps, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. You swallowed, eyeing the wine. Everything seemed real of a sudden. You weren’t used to drinking wine, especially alone at night. Sensing your nervousness, Aemond picked up a cup and placed it in front of you, “Just because it is my drink of choice for the evening,” he poured a small amount into his own cup, “Doesn’t mean I expect you to partake, Mandianna.” You paused for a moment before shaking your head ‘no’ and sliding your cup away. “Very well, read this out for me, I want to hear what you can do already.” He relished in how you squirmed when he was close to you. You looked down at the papers in front of you, ‘Aegon the Conqueror, The High Valyrian Scriptures’. You knew all about Aegon the Dragon, but the words escaped you as Aemond stood behind you, left hand atop your chair, right hand holding up his weight on the table. You felt a few strands of his long hair tickle your shoulder, the closeness of him made you feel as if you could burst. “Go on then, read it.” He said, almost a whisper. His lips were so close yet still too far, you could feel the warmth of his breath when he spoke but not the softness of his lips on your skin. This is the type of torture that scribes should mention.

“Aegon I Targaryen iksin se ēlī āeksio hen sīkuda Dārȳti se-“ (Aegon I Targaryen was the first Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and-). You paused as Aemond moved from behind you to stand beside the table.

“I didn’t say stop.” His firm tone excited you more than you wanted it to.

“se dārys va se Dēmalion Āegenko.” (and king on the Iron Throne). You continued, looking up to Aemond for approval. He nodded before gathering up the papers from in front of you and holding them in his hands. Puzzled, you turned to face him “But-“

“Too easy, you know how the story goes, tell it to me in High Valyrian.” Aemond looked pleased with himself as he sat back into his own chair that now faced yours.

You looked down at the floor for a moment, before continuing “Ziry kithsair bȳre hen sīkuda Dārȳti se-ziry se-“ (He conquered six of the seven kingdoms and-he a-nd-). Yet again, your words escaped your lips as Aemond’s gaze wandered over your body, free to visually devour your form now you were not in the company of others.

He inhaled sharply and rose to his feet, “Valyrio Eglie iksis iā kostōba udrir, se ēdruta sagon spoken hae mēre.  Aōha udra issi nākostōbā, ao ȳdragon tolī rāpa. Eman daor drīve geptot naejot dohaeragon ao byka genes.” (High Valyrian is a powerful language and must be spoken as one. Your words are weak, you speak too softly. I cannot help you little mouse.) His words came at you fast and rather harshly, you hated the effect he had on you, and you hated how he judged you for it. You searched his face for something more, surely all of this was not over, the yearning looks, the candlelight, the wine, did it not mean something more? As your mind raced you looked towards the floor and wished it would envelop you. Aemond sighed, and placed the scriptures that you had read from under your chin and used them to lift you face up towards his. Your brows furrowed slightly as you looked up at him standing over you. “You don’t understand do you Mandianna,” He chuckled softly, tilting you head to his will. “Nyke would qogralbar ao ēva ao could gaomagon daorun yn ilagon isse ñuha baer mirre tubis byka genes.” (I would fuck you until you could do nothing but lay in my bed all day little mouse.) He dropped the scriptures onto the table, taking his leave with such haste that you felt he air pass by through your hair. Once his footsteps dissipated you felt as your jaw went slack. The wetness grew between your legs as you squeezed your thighs together, attempting to relieve some of the mounding pressure.

Your heart thudded in your chest like a drum, you swiftly shut the door to your chambers and tried to steady your shaky breathing. After shedding yourself of your dress you made your way to the vanity and undid your hairstyle of the day. As your fingers worked between your hair you imagined Aemond’s large hands making their way through it, your fingers delicately glided across the crook of your neck before resting upon the warmth of your chest. If Aemond wanted to play games then you would gladly oblige, except this time you knew he wanted to play.

Your reading was interrupted by the ever-persistent King’s Landing ladies in waiting, you’d usually grumble except it was the first day of Maelor’s name day celebrations and you were taught the importance of good first impressions. Today would be important as Lords and Ladies of every great house would be there and you were yet to find a betrothed who was approved by the heir to the iron throne, your brothers, and Daemon, who once sent a young lord away teary eyed with embarrassment. You smiled to yourself as the ladies working on you bickered between what way to style your hair for the occasion. “What about something mostly up, with a few small braids, and the red gem hairpins? I think that’ll match the dress I picked out for tonight.” They glanced between each other, smiled, and got to work on your dark hair. Part of you was filled with excitement, it had been a while since you had an excuse to dress up, and it was even more thrilling at the thought of catching Aemond’s attention over all the other Ladies present. As the late afternoon rolled around you were finally considered presentable to the guests in the great hall. You eyed your reflection, your hair lifted to expose your neck and clavicle, dark fabric fitted to your shape with delicate blood red beading sewn into the neckline and down the sleeves finished with your gold jewellery pieces. Just as the ladies were about to leave you had an idea, “Wait! Do you have any of the rose perfume oil?” You spoke with a smile. A few knowing glances were shared between the two eldest ladies as a younger one brought over the small crystal bottle before dabbing a small amount on each wrist and on either side of your neck.

The rest of your family waited beside the towering doors of the great hall, “Finally, I thought we’d all starve.” Joffrey spouted with a huff earning a short laugh from Lucerys, a half shove from Jacaerys and a raised brow from Daemon. Your mother waved them off and placed her hands either side of your upper arms, “What a beautiful young woman you have become, my sweet child.” Rhaenyra looked upon you with great admiration as always. You smiled and squeezed her hand as you all stood together as the doors were slowly pulled open. You could feel your heart beating in your ears as the chittering in the room slowly dissipated and all heads turned to face you all. You bore a brave face following after your parent’s movements down the steps and towards the King’s table. After greeting the king, you were all seated, the family had grown rather exponentially since Rhaenyra’s wedding to your father Laenor which you had heard many stories about. You sat towards the outer curve to one side of the table, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Aemond, already watching you. So not to give him the pleasure of your gaze, you made conversations with your family next to you.

A short clearing of a throat pulled you from your conversation with Jacaerys, “I am Jorick Lannister, your graces,” He bowed his head towards you, “I was wondering if I may have the honour to ask the Princess to a dance?” He flashed his best smile at you.

You looked expectantly to your mother and Daemon, “If you wish to, then go dance.” Rhaenyra grinned, she gently touched her own elbow against Daemon’s, and he muttered something about there ‘being worse choices in the room’. You stood up from your seat, perhaps a bit too eagerly and walked around to the side of the table where the Lannister stood. He extended his hand, palm up towards you and lead you down the few steps to the crowd of dancers. You stood a pace apart and looked at the man in front of you, he was certainly handsome, dark blonde hair that waved towards the nape of his neck, gentle grey eyes. As you looked into them something caught your eye behind them. Aemond was alert, not sat in his usual laid-back posture with his cup resting in his hand on the arm of his chair. He was sat forward, stiff as a statue and boring daggers into the back of your dance partner. You swallowed as you saw the grip he had around his cup; it was solid metal but from the look on his face alone it could crumble. The music swelled as Jorick took your hand in his and placed his other upon your waist.

As you both moved across the floor, he leaned in to speak to you “How are you enjoying the capital princess.” Jorick spoke above the music.

“There’s a certain beauty to it, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss Dragonstone.” You spoke with truth.

Jorick chuckled, “Ah yes, it is the perfect home for a dragon. I do believe you would grow to like Catserly Rock your grace. It’s no island but the coastline is just as harsh, I miss the sound of it when I try to sleep somewhere new.”

You heartily laughed at his statement as he twirled you in a circle. “I have said that ever since we got here! But no one else seems to understand it.” While he laughed and agreed in return.

Meanwhile at the King’s table, Aemond’s jealousy bubbled harshly. Already did he have a hard time resisting taking you into his arms and treating you as you deserved, but watching another man, a Lannister at that, hold you the way he wanted to, enraged him. He counted the guards in the room to simmer his anger, but then imagined fighting them off as he cut down every person between you and him and taking you into an embrace. He was completely and utterly enamoured with you, ever since he watched you climb off of your dragon from a tower of the Red Keep. Gone had the child he knew as a babe himself and was now replaced with a woman who plagued his thoughts. Your darker hair that framed your face, eyes that crinkled when you laughed and held so much emotion, the way you smile brought him an unmanageable amount of joy. He couldn’t hate you, no matter if he tried. At this moment, he wished for it to be simple. That he wasn’t your mother’s brother, that he was just a Lord of some other house, dancing with you and holding you close. A world in which he could have you, touch you, without bearing the reprehensible disappointment of his mother or the feeling of his heart being crushed right in front of him. He had once and for all had enough after the 6th eager meek had hovered around you after each song had finished to ask for your hand. Aemond rose to his feet and made his way to you on the floor with large strides dipping in between the guests. Queen Alicent watched him with worry, he wasn’t known to dance or partake in many festivities like these.

You parted ways with your last dance partner and smiled as you were approached by yet another Lord, “My princess, I am Erich Baratheon and I would love the honour of-“ He started before being cut off by the sudden appearance of Aemond: he’d brushed past the suitor on his was to you, not harsh in any sense but it definitely took you both off guard.

The broad Baratheon was dwarfed by not only the Targaryen’s height, but his mere presence also. “Perhaps is it my turn for a dance, Mandianna.” The request seemed so lewd and intimate coming from him, despite it being what would otherwise be an innocent dance between family.

“I was just asking the Princess for a dance. Perhaps you may dance with her after?” The Baratheon mustered his bravest voice, a touch deeper than it had been a moment ago. Aemond’s gaze lingered on you a moment longer before he turned his head round and down with a rather dramatic tilt to amplify the inches between the pair. From this angle you could fully admire his jawline and neck. You imagined kissing across his sharp jawline, travelling down to his throat. At this moment you were so overcome with lust you imagine grazing your teeth against it and biting gently just to release some tension. After a very short stare off on the Baratheon’s end, “Perhaps not, uh- goodnight, Princess.” He had turned to walk away before even finishing his sentence, leaving you and Aemond face to face on the floor.

“That wasn’t very proper of you, uncle.” You spoke above a whisper, struggling to hold back a small laugh.

“Luckily it’s not so expected of me.” His face bore a small smile. An actual smile instead of a sly all-knowing smirk.

“I didn’t take you for a dancer either.”

“Well, someone had to put a stop to the herd of sheep begging to stomp on your feet all evening.” You couldn’t help but chuckle in agreement. Some of the Lords had been nice, decent dancers, with something to say. Others spent their time ogling your exposed skin or asking about your inheritance. You could not deny as conversations lulled between some of them, you imagined you were in the arms of Aemond instead. As the music began to swell, he offered you his hand which you gladly accepted whilst his other hand tentatively made its way to your upper waist. As he led the dance, he never looked away from you, it felt as if you were slowly melting into him. Able to ignore the few judgemental looks and quiet whispers from the people around you and just focussing on the man in front of you.

Back at the King’s table, your interaction had not gone unnoticed. Alicent’s worry had faded, she knew you had always been a sweet girl. She looked over to Rhaenyra who had already been watching her to gage a reaction and the two exchanged a small smile each. “Mother, are sister and Uncle Aemond going to get married?” Joffrey asked in matter-of-fact way, causing Rhaenyra to cough on the wine that she had sipped whilst Daemon chuckled and ruffled his dark curls.

You’d made a mental note to thank the gods for the current song choice, a slower one. Your hands flush together as the two of you rotated and eyes never leaving each other’s. As the end of the song drew close Aemond’s body moved behind you, left hand upon your waist and right taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers. The latter part was not a usual for this particular dance. Your breath hitched in your throat as you could feel the strength of his torso behind you. “You know uncle, I have been wanting more lessons in High Valyrian, I think a few more and we could really make some progress.” It wasn’t 100% a lie, Aemond definitely could teach you some High Valyrian, but it was mostly an excuse to be in private with him again.

“Really? Because you did so well last time?” You could practically feel the smirk on his face from behind you. “I know you can ask a lot nicer than that Mandianna.” You shuddered softly at the sensation of his voice so quiet, whispering into your ear. The music pace picked up as you glided across the floor, heart beating within your ears. As the instruments came to a halt, you felt a sense of weightlessness as Aemond dipped you and held you there, so low to the ground you felt the ends of your hair touch against it. You eyed him, brows raised and chest rising and falling, feeling fully in his hands.

“Kostilus, Aemond.” (Please, Aemond) The words left your lips in a soft way that travelled straight down his spine. You could not identify the emotion that swept his face as he swiftly brought you to your feet and ripped his hands from yours. His eyes shut briefly, his hands flexing into tight fist, you were not sure what had happened. As you reached out for his hand he stepped back and kept his eyes to the ground before making his way to the exit of the great hall. You called out to him softly, but he soon disappeared in between the crowds.

Confused and a little hurt, you made your way back to your seat and looked at the remainder of your meal that had surely gone cold. You felt your mother’s hand rest upon yours, and you looked to her and smiled weakly. “Where did your uncle go sweet girl?” She spoke softly and quietly, as to avoid bringing your brothers into it.

“He mentioned that he had to go for something.” Your lie wouldn’t have fooled a stranger, let alone your own mother, but she did not pry. She gave your hand a small squeeze and gave you the mother’s look of ‘I’m here if you need me’.

Aemond briskly made his way down the corridors of the Red Keep. His hands met the roughened wooden doors to a balcony as he pushed them open and felt the chill of the night air cover him. It was not enough as he felt is blood burn hot, coursing through his veins and the sight of you in his arms. Your hair cascading down past you, exposing your neck, the way your breasts filled out your corset and raised with your breathing. That damned perfume you wore and how it mixed with your scent had been a drug to him this night. Your eyes that stared up at him like a doe and looked at him like he was a god. He couldn’t help but remember your soft plump lips, the way they parted slightly when he looked your way, how you bit your lip whilst saddling your dragon and worst of all: how deliciously his name sounded coming out of them. He had not yet heard you say his name, but it being paired with such a submissive plead made it all the more torturous. He slowly breathed through his nose; head tilted back resting on the bricks. Aemond was too infatuated with you to ever hate your effect on him. His frustrations only grew greater the more he knew you. He was at a grand dinner, filled with every food and treat he could ever imagine, yet all he wished to taste was between your legs. He decided then and there on that balcony that his affections for you must go. ‘It should not be so painful’ He thought to himself, after all, you only had a few short days left in the capital.

The following day started even earlier, with the second day of the celebrations taking place in the gardens. You yawned into the palm of your hand and watched as the front side pieces of your hair were brought back and weaved into a delicate braid. “You mustn’t stay up so late princess!” The handmaiden fretted as she pulled out the dress you had chosen yesterday. You eyed it, before glancing towards the window to see the sun breaking out through the clouds, giving you an idea.

“It looks like it could really warm up in the garden under the sun, I was thinking of wearing this dress instead.” You lifted the dark berry coloured dress up in front of your handmaidens.

“I think you may get cold your grace.” One of the younger handmaidens spoke eyeing the dress, after a harsh glare from the eldest maiden she continued, “But you will look perfect no matter what!” She clarified with a nervous chuckle. You smiled at her in reassurance and allowed the cluster of ladies to dress you. Once they had finished arguing over minor details you stood back to look at your reflection. This was a dress you had never worn before, meant for particularly warm weather. It was an off the shoulder cut, that capped your upper arms with a tie. The dark coloured material was thinner than your regular dresses and the skirt flowed with any movement you made. After trying to sound as nonchalant as possible you once again asked for the rose perfume oil. After a few dots were dabbed on your wrists and neck, you thanked your ladies and placed the delicate bottle on the vanity. Once they had filed out you reapplied a few extra drops to your skin before dropping a small amount onto your fingertips and ran it through the ends of your hair. You looked beautiful, and hoped this would gain Aemond’s affections once more.

The garden party was a success from the get-go. Conversations bubbled, drinks were poured, and the food spread was something to marvel at. You were walking through the flowerbeds, arms linked with Baela, both of your laughs travelling from reminiscing on moments from your shared childhoods. “I heard you and Aemond caused quite the stir last night.” Baela giggled, nudging her elbow into yours.

“Word does travel fast in the capital,” You laughed. “And it was not a shared commotion, he was the one who left in a rush after we danced!” You reasoned with her; slight frustration apparent in your tone.

“And what a dance it appears to have been, they’d be able to smell you from Pentos.” You frowned slightly, wondering if you had overdone it today. She turned to face you, placing her hand over yours. “I jest of course, anyone would be lucky to catch your eye.” Baela’s smile was genuine and reassured your worries. You looked around the crowds of people once more, eyes fleeting from face to face. “He’s still not arrived yet.” Your eyes met hers once again as you both burst into loud laughter.

After much convincing from Alicent and a more silent encouragement from approach from Helaena, Aemond was finally making an appearance at the garden party. He thought to himself ‘What could a child so young possibly want with such celebrations?’ He justified his annoyance for his affections for you by dismissing the whole day, but being Maelor’s uncle he was expected to be there at some point. He was mere seconds into his arrival at the party before he overheard a distinct sound that made his heart sting. The familiar song of your laughter rang out from across the gardens. Every fibre of his being urged him to look for you, just to turn his head and see your face once more. Against all odds he kept his eyes trained on the floor and made his way to a quieter corner of the event in an attempt to go against his instincts and hide from you. He stood with his cup, fingers tracing across the details, a few feet away from the largely untouched array of desserts.

You grew frustrated as you looked around once more for your uncle’s presence. “Drink this, it’ll relax your nerves.” Baela handed you a cup with a dark red liquid in the bottom of it. “I know, wine isn’t for you, but this one is sweet! I think you’ll like it.” You nodded and took a sip, there was a slight burn as you swallowed it, but the fruity taste overtook it, and you nodded in agreement with her. As Baela and Jacaerys began talking intently you decided to have a look the foods on offer. You took another sip of your wine, the sweetness made you crave the sugared fruits the cooks always put out after dinner. After glancing over each table filled with every animal you could think of, cooked in every way. Your eyes made contact with a cake that was almost the size of you. Peering round the corner of the tent your eyes spotted something even more tempting. Aemond stood to himself, brows furrowed and finger lightly tapping against his cup in slight sync with the distant music that played.

“Uncle! I thought you were not going to make an appearance.” You tried to hide your excitement as you stepped into the tent and faced him. He seemed taken aback by the sudden presence of someone. His gaze shot up from the floor and lingered on your body, fleeting from your face to the way your dress fitted your figure. Just as he thought he’d mustered the strength to speak a light breeze rustled through the gardens and cascaded through your hair. ‘That damned floral perfume’ he thought to himself as he tried to hold his composure. After taking in her appearance once more, he noticed something unusual.

“I didn’t think you to be a wine drinker.” He spoke to you, his jaw clenched stiff.

You giggled slightly, “Me neither! But this one is Dornish, it’s a lot sweeter.” You took a step closer to him and held up your cup to him. “Would you like to taste?” You looked up at him through your lashes.

‘Yes’, He thought. “No.” He answered bluntly, “Thank you, no thank you.” His Adams apple bobbed in his throat as he answered, and you tilted your head slightly.

“Well, there’s plenty if you change your mind.” You smiled at him and turned towards the desserts table, various cakes, fruit pies, candied treats, decorated the large table.

You placed your cup and traced your finger across the end of the table eyeing the selection, you spotted your favourite sugared fruits. “I love these!” You exclaimed as you made your way over to the selection: cherries, berries of all kinds, plums, and peaches. You selected one of the peach slices and looked towards Aemond to find him watching intently. You popped the slice in your mouth and closed your eyes and exhaled a small ‘mmm’. You eyed the remaining sugar on your thumb and index finger. You looked into Aemond’s eye and popped the tip of your finger into your mouth and sucked the crystals off and releasing your finger with a pop.  He muttered a short ‘gods’ to himself as he watched you round the table, another piece of fruit in hand. You faced him and held out the small piece of fruit. “You should taste it for yourself Aemond.” Something changed on his face, he looked down at you and slapped the fruit out of your hand and grabbed you by your wrist and led you out of the tent into the empty corridor nearby. “Uncle, Uncle!” You protested quietly once you were led far enough away to not be heard by guests.

“Let go,” you demanded, pushing his hand away. You eyed him as he turned away from you, breathing steadily, hands balled into fits. “Why have you dragged me out here?” You exclaimed in a hushed tone.

“Why have I?” He turned to face you, “Why have I?” He roared, stepping a pace towards you. Stepping backwards you felt the stone walls hit your shoulders. “It is you, you who has poisoned my thoughts ever since you got here, you who has made even existing in the same room as you arduous yet being away from you nearly impossible. You danced with every fool this side of The Narrow Sea and even then, you could not keep your eyes on them and not me. Calling me by my name. Now today-“, He furrowed his brows, remembering the sight of you in that tent. “Gods.” He whispered, running a hand over his face. “Do you really wish to torture me so?” He looked up at you, fragments of defeat washing over his face.

You pushed yourself away from the wall, taking a step towards him leaving an impossibly small gap between the two of you. “Nyke pendagon bisa iksin skoros ao jeldan hen nyke, Iāpa.” (I thought this was what you wanted from me, uncle.) His jaw remained tense, as slight confusion washed over him. You rose to the tips of your toes to whisper to him, “Hen aōha byka genes.” (From your little mouse.)

Without hesitation you felt his large hand cup the side of your face, his other snaking around your waist, the force of it pinning you towards the wall. His fingers brushed down your face, resting beneath your chin. His thumb tentatively ran across your bottom lip. Aemond leaned down to the side of your face, “Tell me to stop, tell me to stop and I will walk away.” His breath fanned over you; lips grazing against your neck. It took all of your efforts to not crumble beneath him.

“Ȳdra daor keligon.” (Don’t stop.) Your breath was shaky as Aemond brought his face to yours. You placed a hand against his chest and leaned up to kiss him before a rumble of distant laughter reminded you both of your current location.

He grabbed your hand from upon his chest and led you down the winding corridors of the Red Keep, your slippers tapping twice as fast on the floor to keep up with his long strides. As you both climbed the spiral staircase towards the chambers, voices rang out on the floor in front of you. Aemond brought you both to a halt, keeping his back against the wall and pulled your back towards him to avoid detection. “Why did we st-“ You started before feeling his large hand covering your mouth. He whispered a small shush into your ear. A heat spread across you face feeling a large bulge in his trousers, just above your ass. Once the footsteps had completely disappeared, he climbed the rest of the stairs, hand still firmly gripping yours. His spare hand pushed open the heavy door with such urgency, crashed against the wall beside it. He pulled you into his chambers, almost pulling you off your feet before only breaking eye contact to close and lock the door behind him.

He stepped towards you, unbuckling his jacket from the top. “Tell me to stop.” He once again commanded.

“No.” You spoke so quietly you weren’t even sure it had left your lips, but Aemond had definitely heard it. He pulled you close, keeping your bodies flush and brought a hand to your hair, pulling you closer. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his lips graze yours slightly before delving into a deep kiss. You struggled to keep up with his desperate pace at first, feeling overwhelmed a gasp left your lips in an attempt to catch your breath. Aemond pulled away ever so slightly before planting a small kiss to the side of your mouth and kissing across your jaw.

“Turn around,” He whispered. You did as he instructed and turned your back to him. His hands gathered your hair and looped it over your shoulder. His hands traced down your back to the satin ties of your dress, before undoing the bow. You felt as his pulled your dress down your arms, down your torso and heard it drop to the floor in a light whoosh. You felt exposed, this was your first time in just your undergarments around anyone other than your handmaidens, and a man at that. His hands moved to the lacings of your corset, undoing each loop as his eyes consumed every inch of new flesh he saw. He tossed your corset to the side and pulled the rest of your undergarments off, and your arms instinctively crossed your chest. Grabbing a hold of your hand, he pulled you around to face him once more. A low groan escaped his lips at the sight of you before bringing your face to his in a deep kiss. His body led you to the foot of his bed, your back hitting one of the towering bedposts.

You let out a small gasp as his lips left yours and latched onto your neck. His hand came to your jaw and tilted your head back to look up at him. “Ivestragon nyke skoros jaelā.” (Tell me what you want.) His voice sent a heat that spread across your body.

“I want you to-“ You started before he cut you off, fingers gripping your hair slightly.

“Daor.” (No.) He eyed you, thumb tracing your jawline.

You realised what he was requesting. Your brain sped through thousands of scenarios you could’ve imagined before settling on one. “Obūljagon.” (Kneel.) You spoke with all the confidence you could gather. His typical smirk returned to his lips as he scanned your face. He was not sure what he had expected you to say, but it certainly wasn’t that. A welcomed surprise, he sank to his knees in front of you. You watched as his lips peppered small kisses across your hips, running his hands up your thighs. He parted your legs and lifted your leg up and over his shoulder by the back of your knee. You gripped the footboard of the bed to steady yourself. An almost growl left his lips at the sight of your pussy mere inches away from his face. A sharp gasp left your lips at the feeling of his large fingers spreading your wetness from your core to your clit.

He brought one of his fingers to his lips and sucked the tip of it, watching your face intently. “Mmm, all this for me?” He grumbled rubbing the inside of your thigh at a painfully slow pace.

“Yes- Kessa, syt ao.” (Yes, for you.) You felt your pussy clenching, aching to be touched. His fingers moved to your pussy, teasing your folds before starting to slowly rub circles across your clit. You let out a moan, desperate for more. A smirk painted his lips, watching you in this state. Surrounded by the plush of your thighs, your small moans filling his ears, watching your nails dig into the footboard just to cope with the sensation. His middle and third finger slid down from your clit to the entrance of your pussy.

Your eyes opened and mouth parted to question the lack of contact before you felt his two fingers slide inside of you. You let out a loud moan at the foreign sensation. He worked his fingers in and out of you at slow pace, admiring as he watched them disappear into you, stretching you out and covering them in your slick. He left small kisses on your inner thigh, keeping his eye on your face. “More,” You pleaded in between moans. Aemond considered teasing you further, before giving into your request. His sped up his fingers pumping inside of you, increasing the tightening in your lower stomach. He admired your face screwed up in pleasure for one more moment before latching his lips upon your clit. A loud ‘fuck’ left your lips, and even you were partially surprised by the vulgarity of your language before all you could think about was Aemond’s tongue. He alternated between furiously licking and sucking your clit as his fingers pumped at a rapid pace inside of you. Your other hand moved up the bed post, gripping it for dear life as the man beneath you pleasured you. Your hips involuntarily bucked into his tongue as your moans grew louder and more frequent. A moan that left Aemond’s lips vibrated across your clit pushed you over the edge. You cried out his name and felt your pussy clench around his quick fingers. He continued to thrust them inside of you and delivered a few final licks to your clit, only stopping when your legs began to quiver. He slowly removed his fingers from your pussy and planted a final kiss on your clit, earning a shiver from you. He wiped the wetness from his chin with his cotton shirt before moving your leg off from his shoulder and rose to his feet and held his hand upon your waist sensing your wobbliness. He raised his fingers towards you admiring the wetness that coated them. He brought them up to your lips and you opened your mouth, feeling them run over your tongue towards the back of your throat. You sucked them clean, watching his expression from beneath your eyelashes.

Despite how hungrily he had attended to you, he looked at you like he was starved. “Better than any of the sugared fruits down there.” He gestured towards the window, and you blushed at his remark. Never had you been filled with such desire; you had just reached your peak on Aemond’s tongue, yet you needed more. His hand collected yours, as he led you over to his bed. His lips once again found yours as he pushed you towards the edge of the bed. The backs of your knees hit the bed and you plopped down. His lips left yours and you looked up at him expectantly. His fingers gripped the ends of his shirt before lifting it off of his head and tossing it with the rest of the discarded clothes. You eyed the definition of his chest, down his stomach and his arms that landed either side of your head, pushing you down onto the bed until your head hit the pillows. His lips latched onto your neck and eagerly kissed down your chest between the valley of your breasts.

“You do not know how much I have dreamt of this,” His large hand travelled up your side to cup your breast, his hand playing with the plumpness of it before his thumb ran over your nipple. “Moaning my name, naked in my bed, all needy for me.” His tongue traced the perimeter of your nipple before taking it into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue and earning another moan from you. Those moans that could sustain him for the rest of his life he was pretty sure.

“I also dreamt of you.” You spoke meekly, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear. He raised his head from your breast, brow raised.

“And what did you think about little mouse.” His smirk radiated off of him. You dreamt of him. The tightness in his trousers had become almost unbearable, but he needed to hear your sweet voice talking about him.

“I was touching you, a-and you were enjoying it.” You spoke, interrupted by a moan or two from his touch stimulating your nipples. He hummed a small ‘mmm’ in response before he moving off you and laying beside you, back propped up against the headboard. You turned to your side and looked and him inquisitively, his hand rubbed slowly over the bulge in his trousers and your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape. He patted the bed next to his hips and you knelt facing him, unsure of what to expect. His hands reached for the tie of his trousers before you reached out and placed a hand over his. “Wait!” He looked at you with a hint of concern before you continued, “Can I try? And you tell me what you like along the way?” His jaw stiffened for a moment before he moved his hand to tangle in your hair and bring your lips to his.

You pulled your lips away from kiss and moved to kiss his neck. You started tenderly, mirroring how he had kissed yours as your hand slid down his chest towards his trousers. His breathing became more uneven as your hands touched him. Your hand fumbled with the tie of his trousers, struggling to undo it before you removed your lips from his collarbone to concentrate on the tie. He watched as your brows furrowed together, he felt as if he could finish at the sight of you. Beautiful and naked, trying so desperately to get into his pants. You finally undid the tie and looked up to Aemond with a sheepish smile, “I am not used to trousers it seems.” You giggled, and it seemed by reflex he planted a kiss on your lips.

“Dōna.” (Sweet) Your cheeks burned with his affection.

Your fingers looped over the hem of his trousers, and you pulled them down along with his undergarments as he lifted his hips slightly. Your stomach dropped at the sight of him, his cock was large and red at the tip. You froze for a second – the paintings and stories had not prepared you as well as you’d thought. You watched as his hand came to his cock and pumped it slowly a few times. His free hand reached for yours and replaced it with his own, “Just like this.” You followed the movements he had previously made, concentrating on trying to make him feel good. A small hiss brought your gaze back to his face to see his eye squeezed shut and hands gripping the sheets beneath him. You slowly increased your movements, enjoying the feeling of his cock in your hands, as you noticed a bead of precum spill his tip. Working on instinct you leant your head down and licked your tongue in a broad stroke across the tip of his cock, tasting him in your mouth. His eye immediately snapped open, “Don’t-“ He groaned.

“Sorry I-, I thought it would feel good like it did for me when you…” You trailed off searching his face. He panted, bringing your face to his. He placed his hand over yours and continued pumping his cock indicating for you to continue. He rested your forehead against his and inhaled deeply.

“It does feel good, great even, much too good.” You watched him confused, if it felt so good, why couldn’t you do it? “The difference between you and I, men and women, you may finish as many times as you please.” His voice travelled over you like honey, his free hand sliding down your stomach and rubbed his two middle fingers over your clit. “I may only once, for now, and I intend to do it in your sweet pussy.” His fingers ran small circles over your clit causing a flurry of moans to leave your lips. Your hand continued to run up and down the length of his cock, but it was hard to think straight when Aemond touched you.

“Can I feel your cock inside of me too?” Your question was genuine, if not laden with lust. It was all Aemond needed to hear before his hand reached your hip pushing you onto your back. He kissed you, hungrier than ever, barely giving you chance to keep up.

“Mirros syt ao.” (Anything for you.) He said in between kisses. He spread your legs apart, eyeing your soaking cunt, and stroked himself a couple of times before leaning over you, elbow resting beside your head. You felt as he ran his cock up and down from your clit to your core, a low groan leaving his lips. “Remember to breathe deeply, Dōna.” (Sweet). You nodded, unsure of what to expect. Aemond’s weight shifted, and you gasped as his cock slowly slid into you. Your brows furrowed as the slight discomfort slid away and was replaced with a new pleasure. His cock bottomed out, and you reached your hand to his cheek, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. He slowly started thrusting, the pace was painfully slow, but he was determined to make you feel good. As his pace picked up, his cock continuously hit a spot in your pussy that his fingers did not, causing a rather loud moan to escape your lips. “Mazemā ziry sīr sȳrī.” (You take it so well.) His praise caused a familiar tightening to start to form in your stomach.

“I love the way you feel.” Your moans filled his ears, fuelling him to go faster. His hand free hand snaked between your bodies and found your clit once more. His thrusts pounded into you, as his fingers diligently worked at your sensitive clit. The headboard begun to crack against the wall with each movement, not that either of you noticed. The quiet but delicious moans that left Aemond’s mouth were enough to ride towards your peak, the coil in your stomach tightening as you gripped your nails into his back. “Fuck! Aemond!” You exclaimed. His large cock filling you up and his fingers playing with your clit caused your orgasm to wash over you, feeling yourself tighten around his cock. His thrusts became quick and erratic as you rode out your high and his groans growing louder and more animalistic as he finished inside of you.

He panted, dropping to his elbow, and planting a small kiss upon your cheek, before pulling out of you slowly. You groaned at the loss of the fullness, missing the feeling of him already. Aemond lay beside you, pulling you by your hips to have your back against his chest. As both of your breathing slowly returned to normal you felt a small shiver run across your body, now aware of the breeze through the window. Aemond’s hand came up and ran up and down the length of your arm and pulled you close. “Is it possible to remain here all day.” You sighed, cuddling the blankets in front of you.

Aemond chuckled, “It is not our name day.” He planted a small kiss upon your shoulder. “But I do think people may notice both of our absences.” He spoke softly, with a small amount of his serious tone peeking through. You groaned, liking the feeling of being in Aemond’s arm, in his bed.

“Aemond?” You questioned, turning slightly to face him. He hummed a ‘hmm?’ in response, opening his eye. “Kessa gaomā bona run lēda aōha ēngos arlī gō īlon return naejot se rūklun?” (Will you do that thing with your tongue again before we return to the party?). A playful smirk returned to his face as he shifted above you on the bed.

“Va moriot” (Always).

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[samandcolbyownme]

Warning: These one shots will contain adult content. Please read with caution. 🖤

You can go to my main masterlist to find my other works.

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Telling the World

Rolling with the Punches

Catching Feelings

The Final Straw

Out-Zached the Zach

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[minminyoonjii]

Thinking about having a movie night with Chan and you laying on the couch with your head in his lap, he's bored with the movie but sees that you seem to be into it but after a while he gets annoyed so he starts fingering you while keeping you on the you back on the couch and uses his other hand to let your hair before getting bored and pulling your hoodie up playing with your tits and still fingering you

-🖤🐺 wolfy

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🕯Summary: All you wanted to do want watch a movie. You warned him, you told him it was slow. It's all his fault that his cock took over his brain.

🌹CW

Oral Sex|Squirting|Multiple Orgasms|Oral Fixation|BlowJob|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Fingering|Dirty Talk|Daddy! Bang Chan|Headspace|Degrading Praise Kink|Hand Job|Desperate Orgasm|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

"Channie, hurry the movie is about to start," you said, patting the seat next to you. Chan chuckled, "Okay, okay. I'm coming, princess," he said, pulling you close. You nuzzled into his chest, engrossed in the movie, "Are you sure you wouldn't get bored with this? I know it's a bit of a slow burn," you said, tracing over his clothed abs. He kissed the top of your head, "You seem to forget that I'd do anything for you," he reassured, stroking your hair. "Thank you," you whispered, flustered by his honey-dipped words. 

Chan cooed, loving the domestic feeling warming his chest. "Don't mind me, alright? Just pay attention to the movie," he said, shifting your head onto his lap. You squirmed, getting comfortable with your head on his thigh. Chan rested his hand on your hair, fingers running through them as he mindlessly zoned into the movie. You were right about the movie being a slow burn. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, trying to keep up with the storyline but to no avail. 

He sighed through his nose, hiding his disdain when he noticed your focused expression. His mind started to wonder, the feeling of your cheek pressed against his firm thighs, the way your hair looked so adorable framing your pretty face. Chan smiled, tucking your hair back, to have a good look at your gorgeous side profile. "Such a pretty girl," he whispered, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek. He tilted his head back, a smirk etched on his lips, "You can't be serious Chris," he whispered, in disbelief at how turned on you made him feel. 

Chan gulped, subtly moving his hand from your waist to your hips. You shivered, feeling ticklish at the gesture. Chan bit back a moan, trailing his hand towards your bare legs. He smirked, feeling only your cutesy panties covering your cunt. "You're going to kill me one day, princess," he said, patting your head with his other hand. You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him, "Huh?" you asked, confused by his sudden declaration. Chan chuckled, shaking his head, "Just pay attention to the movie," he said, gently tugging down your panties. 

"But," you mumbled, shivering at the chill air hitting your warm skin. "But nothing, princess. Daddy's just going to take his fill, okay? Watch the movie for me, hm?" he coaxed, stroking your cheek. You melted into his touch, relaxing back into his hold. Chan cooed, "That's my good girl," he praised, cupping your drippy pussy. You rolled your hips, rutting on his palm. "Now, now. Did Daddy say you could do that, princess," he chastised, lightly smacking your inner thighs. 

Your body jolted, "I'm sorry, Daddy," you whispered, focusing your attention back on the movie, ignoring the throbbing need in your abdomen. Chan chuckled, "It's okay, princess. Daddy knows your needy little body couldn't help it," he purred, easing a finger into your warm walls. You bit your bottom lip, trying your hardest not to clench. Chan noticed, slipping his thumb between your lips, "Suck," he instructed, pressing down on your tongue. You hummed, sucking on his finger earnestly, drool dripping down the corners of your lips.  

"My good girl, all mine aren't you?" he asked, easing another finger in, scissoring your tight hole. Whimpers spilt from your lips, tears brimming your eyes from the pleasure burning under your skin. "That's it, pretty girl, can you hear that?" he teased, plunging his fingers in and out of your squelching cunt. You hiccuped, rolling on your back for easier access. Chan grunted, curling his fingers upwards to press against those sensitive nerves of yours, "Such a well-trained girl," he praised, rubbing circles around your neglected clit. 

You bucked your hips, head clouded with arousal, "Daddy," you mumbled, looking up at him with a fucked-out look. Chan growled, clenching his jaw, "Fuck, princess. If only daddy could make your pretty face his wallpaper," he rasped, quickening his thrusts. You moaned around his finger, eyes rolling back at the thought. He laughed, feeling your ribbed walls clench around his fingers, "Oh, you'd like that, yeah? Like being daddy's display slut," he mocked, pulling out his fingers to flick your throbbing clit. 

A muffled cry echoed within the room, your legs quivering from his precise touches. Chan hissed, cock aching beneath his loose sweatpants, "Wouldn't you like something bigger to suck on, princess?" he asked, tugging down the hem off his sweatpants till his precum pooled cockhead slapped against his torso. "Please, please," you pleaded, keeping your hands to yourself in fear of touching without permission. Chan groaned, lightly smacking your clit as he wrapped his hand around his cock. 

You whimpered, "Da-daddy, please," you hiccuped, slipping between headspaces. "Aww, my pretty princess. Daddy's got you, yeah?" he growled, manhandling you on your side. "Open wide," he instructed, pushing his girthy cock past your lips. You whined, eyes crossing at the sheer stretch of his cock filling your throat. Chan groaned, holding the back of your head as he bottomed out. You preened, melting into the pure sexual bliss. 

Chan hissed, tensing his thighs when you swallowed around his cockhead, "Shit, your mouth feels so good," he rasped, rubbing your pulsing clit. Your body trembled, so close to the edge and Chan knew that very well. "I know, princess. Daddy knows," he cooed, slipping his fingers back into your stretched-out cunt in tandem with his thumb rubbing your clit. A broken cry vibrated up your throat when your orgasm snapped. 

Chan growled, pumping his fingers at a relentless pace, "Fuck, fuck. That's it," he gruffed. You sobbed, choking around his cock. Tears and drool soaked his sweatpants. Chan tossed his head back, huffing out heavy breaths, "My perfect little girl," he grunted, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. He eased his cock out of your mouth, letting you take a breather. You sat up, coughing when the air finally entered your lungs properly. 

Chan cooed, "Lay back down, princess. Daddy still hasn't cum yet. Don't you want to help him cum?" he asked, wiping your messy face. You sniffled, laying back down on his thigh, "Wan' help Daddy," you slurred, sucking the base of his cock. Chan hissed, petting your hair, "You can always say your safeword, okay?" he said, slightly worried about taking things too far. You nodded, licking a stripe up towards his frenulum. He groaned, pushing his hands up your hoodie, "Thank you, princess," he grunted, groping your chest between his fingers. 

You stroked the tip of his cock as your mouth sucked and licked around the base. Chan growled, using his free hand to graze your sensitive cunt, "You're going to cum with daddy, yeah? Daddy's good girl," he moaned, instantly pumping your hole with his fingers. Your body tensed, babbles bubbling against your tongue. Chan grunted, knowing it wouldn't take you long to get as close as he is, "Keep stroking, princess," he groaned, shutting his eyes tight, succumbing to the feeling of your breath and hands around his cock. 

You hiccuped, clenching hard around his fingers, "Daddy," you keened, arching your back. "Cum with daddy, princess," he gasped, bucking his hips when your ribbed walls squeezed hard. You wailed, digging your nails into his inner thighs, squirting around his arm. Chan huffed, staring at your cum covered lips, "Messy messy girl," he chuckled, booping your nose. You gulped, exhaustion surrounding your aching body, "Tis' is your fault," you slurred, sulking at his cocky smirk. Chan smiled, lifting you, "Yes, yes, princess. It's all daddy's fault, hm?" he said, rubbing your back. You nodded, "Ahm, horny daddy's fault," you mumbled, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Chan chuckled, "It definitely is, princess," he hummed, preparing a bath for the both of you.

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[madyoghurt]

Hobie Brown whos eyes roll back to his brain when he cums inside you.

His hips stutter and he lets out a breathy whine, spilling thick spurts of white cum into your puffy hole.

He'll hold onto you like youre gonna dissappear, digging his black painted nails into you. His grip slowly easing as he comes out of it, looking down at you while panting. He bends down and peppers your face with kisses, his cold piercing adding to the sensation.

"My perfect baby, Y'alright?"

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[az-flaming-sword]

John Price x Reader – Morning sex

fluff,smut,unprotected sex, fem!reader

Word count: around 1,3k

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The sun shines through the half closed curtains. Two bodies in one bed.

Price was sitting up, leaning against the headboard while stroking through the hair of his fiancé. He was finally home after a long mission. Being gone for 2 Months is a long time after all. And how he missed her during that time. Her smell, her soft skin, her beautiful voice, her loving gaze. He looks between the curtains, outside of their house. A big tree planted in their garden, towering in front of the window and breaking the sunlight into thousand pretty pieces.

The woman next to him started to move and groaned a litte.

"Good morning my love. How did you sleep..?" His soft but raspy voice echoed through the silent room. Only a few birds were heared from the outside.

"Wonderful.. I could lay in bed with you forever…"

A deep chuckle left Johns lips. She truly was adorable in his eyes. The most precious and lovable woman for him.

"And you..?"

She sat up, the blanket falling from her shoulders and revealing her nude body. He smiled and stroke her cheek.

"Wonderful. How could I not when I am back home with the love of my life?"

She leaned closer and crawled on his lap to snuggle against his warm chest.

"Do you know how adorable you are when you're so sleepdrunk..?"

She only shook her head. Warm and strong fingers gripping her chin softly between two fingers.

"Look at me beautiful, I want to see those pretty eyes…"

Warm lips pressing softly against hers and she couldn’t help but melt into that kiss, as she always does when he kisses her like that. His hands slowly moving to her hips and drawing smooth circles over her skin.

"How about some morning sports to get you awake my dear?~"

A simple nod. Nothing more than a simple nod and his lips were already trailing over her neck. A sigh.

"I love you so much John.." her voice was just a whisper while she enjoyed his touch and his lips on her skin. After some time, John placed her back in the soft pillows to make her feel even more relaxed and as if she was in heaven.

Soft and wet kisses trailing down her neck and her collarbone until they reached her breasts. His right hand placed on her right one, twirling her nipple softly between his fingers, the other one being treated with his lips and tongue. Soft fingers stroking his short and messy hair and a soft hum left her. It was clear she enjoyed it, almost falling asleep to that soft treatment. But he doesn’t want it any other way. After some time he was done with her breasts and he moved further down to her waist, leaving more hot kisses on her skin and trailing down to her hip, which he loved so much, and even more, since its one of her insecurities and he wants her to feel comfortable. Her thighs, no differences, god lord, how he loved them, those squishy, thick thighs. He caressed her hips and started to kiss the inside of her thighs. Holding her legs up in place since she was out of this world right now, floating in heaven.

"Don't fall asleep my love..~"

He chuckled, his lips moving up more and more. She whimpered softly when he kissed a sensitive spot on her thighs. He knew her body like no one else.

"Good girl, let me hear more of those sweet sounds~"

She hummed and stroke his hair, a soft moan leaving her lips when his tongue moved skilled over her already wet cunt. Rubbing her clit softly but with enough pressure. Her legs shaking a little since the sleep is still deep down in her muscles.

"Hmm John..~"

She started to squirm a little while he holds her hip in place, enjoying the taste of her a little too much. More and more sweet and sinful moans and whimpers leaving her lips, her legs holding him in place like he holds her in place with his hands. She was sensitive since she just woke up. His tongue dipping into her, eating her out like this was his best breakfast after a while.

"J-John..~" she sounds a little whiny, gripping his hair now and pressing herself more into his direction. His right hand doing more than holding her in place, joining his mouth with his sinful actions. Two of his long fingers pressing slowly into her while he sucked on her clit.

"..'m gonna cum.. gonna cum John..~"

He smirked to himself because she just stated what was thinking.

The closer she came to her orgasm, the more whiny she becomes in her tired stat and before she could say anything else, she was hit by her orgasm and Price, how he is, was tasting it all, being proud of himself. After she came a little down from that height, she freed him from between her legs.

"That's my girl…" Price said and came up to her. A soft moan leaving her lips when she tastes herself on his lips. He towered over her and took her soft hand, guiding her to his dick so she can wrap her smaller hand around it. She started to pump it a little and a deep groan left his lips. "Let me take you now, love..~" he took her hand and pinned it down into the soft sheets. His cock already leaking with precum and he started to tease her a little. Soft whines coming from her until he pushed himself inside. "God.. you’re feeling so good love… so good… made for me… taking me all they way in… That’s my good girl..~"

He didn’t gave her much time and started with slow but intense thrusts, picking up the pace soon after.

"Hm ngh~" She closed her eyes, her head pressing more into the pillow. Johns eyes moving over her body, taking every inch in like he does everytime. He adores her, he can’t help it.

"Christ.. you’re so thight baby… i love you so much..~" his words were answered with a moan. Her eyes rolling back when he just hitted the right spot without much effort. His thrusts became faster again. And faster. The sound of skin clapping against skin filled the air, soft moans, whimpers, groans or grunts and the wet sound of his dick thrusting into her wet cunt.

She was holding his hand, gasping when he hitted a spot which made her see the stars. She was nothing but a little mess now. "Look at you… making such pretty noises for me…~" Price whispered into her ear. She bites her lip, holding back another moan while was hitting that spot over and over again. Her eyes rolling back again while she tried to look at her man.

"Luv you su much~" she tried to say, which worked out pretty good. And another kiss started, muffing the sound of those moans and whimpers.

"I'm close darling, so close.. you're doing so good, so good my love.. you’re made for me…~ So thight around my cock as if you don’t want to let me go..~ So needy your little pussy..~"

She wasn’t able to do anything else but to nod when one of his hands went down between them, to where they are connected, rubbing circles around her clit while thrusting into her. And before she could say anything else, her next orgasm crushed down on her, bringing her up to those heights that she can experience with him and him alone.

"God- so-" he mumbled, thrusting a few times more into her, filling her up when she thightned around him, milking him. She bites her lip while feeling his hot liquid shooting into her womb. It took moment for both to calm down a little and he kissed her forhead caring and then her lips. Stroking softly over her cheek. "Is my princess now awake..?~" she simply hummed to his question and noded. "Yes…" she was satisfied, so was he. He got up and picked her up

"Let's take a shower to get us all clean and fresh again.. then I'll make a little breakfast for my princess..~"

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English is not my first language and it’s been a long time since I've written anything, especially smut but I tried. Starting with some fluffy smut.

I'm 'new' to tumblr, at least if it’s about posting and I'm getting into the cod fandom rn so here's my first post pookies cuz

Trying to take requests

My masterpost

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[yu-huuuu]

Madara smiled as you nestled your face against his neck. He felt his heart flutter with happiness and tenderness as he heard your giggle while he planted a soft kiss on your head.

His arms wrapped around you as the darkness of the room enveloped both of you, but that didn't even matter to him, not as long as he had you in his arms. The warmth of your body pressed against his lulled him to sleep along with the gentle scent of your silky hair.

Madara scoffed at how ridiculous this whole situation was. The man who lead the grand Uchiha clan, the man who could defeat tailed beasts with just his eyes... was defeated by the warmth and tenderness of your embrace.

"Madara", your soft and sweet voice like honey called out to him from the dimness of his sleep, successfully pulling him away from the reverie you had put him in.

He hummed unwilling to pull away from you, simply not wanting to let go of your warmth. His cold hands warmed with the touch of your back. His heart, which sometimes he felt stopped beating, now beat softly and so wonderfully against his chest, making him feel alive after not being by your side all day.

The soft touch of your hand against his cheek caused him to open his eyes, meeting your gaze that looked at him without any fear. Obsidian met the rich color of your eyes. Madara felt his chest flutter. Unconsciously he leaning his head more towards the warmth of your hand, trying to enjoy your touch as much as he could.

"Madara"

There it went again, his name coming out of your soft lips making his ears feel warm. He leaned in trying to meet your eyes. "Yes?"

"Wake up"

He remained silent for a moment, completely confused about what you meant. "What?"

"Please, wake up", you pleaded as your precious eyes were filled with unshed tears.

"I... I don't understand"

"Madara, please wake up, this can't go on like this"

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"Madara... I'm dead"

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"Please... wake up"

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"Wake up"

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Madara woke up from his dream.

Feeling again like a dead man longing for the warmth of a woman who was also dead.

...

fluff and angst? yes please

#naruto shippuden #madara x reader #madara x you #madara uchiha #madara uchiha x reader #uchiha madara #naruto scenarios #naruto x reader #naruto #naruto madara #naruto fanfiction #naruto shipuden fanfiction #madarafanfiction #naruto imagines #fluff smut #naruto au #naruto universe #fluff and angst #naruto fluff #naruto anime #hashirama #tobirama #naruto fic #team 7 naruto #madara x oc #uchiha madara x reader #uchiha x reader #madara fanfiction #madara imagines #uchiha clan

[tatertotsarebomb]

Imagine you come home drunk from a party and your bf kirishima is there waiting for you by the door (thanks to your friends texting him from your phone ahead of time) and guiding you to the couch, curling you up against him in his lap, your head resting by his neck. You start sucking on his sweet spot gently teasing him and he growls in warning. You, not caring and definitely not in the right head space (jejejdhd) start grinding your hips against his thigh, sighing into his ear telling him how good he makes you feel and how much he means to you. Just for everything to switch around. Him grabbing your hips and setting a brutal pace for you and him whispering dirty things in your ear about how good YOU make him feel and how he can't wait until tomorrow to embarrass his precious baby girl about this whole encounter, laughing in your ear and cooing at you until you come undone on his thigh.

Ejejjejsjsje he's a need not a want <3

#kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #obsessed #need him #PLEASEPLEASE #vnsebtnsjsjsns #fluff smut #def aftercare #need this

[misshorrormovies]

Warnings: smut, minors dni please, read at your own risk.

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Let's talk about soft sex with Xavier. Istg this isn't talked about enough. Yes, yes, I get all the sub/dom tropes and being rough but let's be honest, Xavier is like a teddy bear.

He's laying you on his bed, slowly discarding your clothes, piece by piece till your entirely naked under him. You had some hard time concentrating in class even though you tried everything. Drank 2 coffees in 2 hours, go to the bathroom and wash ur face with ice cold water everytime you felt sleepy, go to bed early, even taking pills. Nothing worked.

Xavier knew about your sleeping problem but didn't know it was that bad till he saw you sleeping in Thornhill's class. You two didn't even interacted that much these days.

"God , I missed you so much" he whispers in your ear, trailing kisses down your neck. "Gonna make you feel so good".

"Xavi- please" you whimpered at his words. You truly missed him too, missed this. You missed everything about him.

"I know baby, I know". He takes off his shirt and pants, his kisses going lower and lower to your stomach. His wet, cold hair slightly touching your ribs making you shiver at the sudden contact.

He places kisses to your inner thighs, glancing up at you from time to time to make sure you're alright.

"Xavi cmon" you whine. He kisses your crotch making you jolt. He wastes no time in taking off his boxers and diving inside you, pulling sweet moans out of your throat. He takes his time with you, fucking you slowly and passionate while leaving wet kisses all over your neck. When your moans grow louder and your hips start thrusting back, he knows you're close. So he picks up his pace, going faster now, his own orgasm approaching.

"I'm cl-close-" your words get cut off by your moans. He grabs your waist with one hand, moving with the same passion. His other hand moves to rub at your clit, slow, tight circles. He buries his face in your neck as his own moans and groans grow louder.

#xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe #wednesday #wednesday addams #fluff smut #xavier thorpe x y/n #smut #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe fluff #wednesday 2022 #netflix

[yourimagines]

can we please have NSFW alphabet for arthurtv? :)

Yes of course, I hope you like it

What he likes

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, Kinks, swearing

A - Aftercare, What he likes after sex: he’s a big softy, so he absolutely loves taking care of you and himself after the deed. He likes to take a bath or shower with you, Wearing some cozy clothes and cuddle with you in bed or on the sofa, watching your favourite movie or tv show with some snacks.

B - Body part, his favourite body part of himself and yours: he likes his arms, you grabbed them a lot and that makes him feel good. He loves your thighs, he loves the way you squeeze your legs together as he lays his hand on them. Just loves them

C - Cum, Anything to do with cum: he isn’t a big fan of making a big mess but he likes to see it dripping out of you, just makes him go crazy.

D - Dirty Secret, A dirty secret of himself: he secretly wants to record you guys but he’s afraid. He doesn’t want the videos being leaked on the internet because only he can see and hear you like that. He’s also afraid that you find him a creep so he always makes sure his cameras are off and placed somewhere else.

E - Experience, How experienced is he? Does he know what he’s doing: He knows but is a bit shy and sometimes It looks like he doesn’t know but trust me he knows, he not innocent he’s just a bit shy.

F - Favourite Position: You on top riding him, he loves that. Even during a game or a movie just hop on top and ride him.

G - Goofy, Is he more serious in the moment, or is he more joking around: he jokes around because he’s a bit shy and doesn’t know how to respons, he never makes fun out of you tho only himself.

H - Hair, How well groomed is he: he shaves everything down there. He likes it that it’s clean, he doesn’t really care if you shave or not, he just doesn’t like it on his own private parts.

I - Intimacy, How is he during the moment, on a romantic aspect: Very romantic, sometimes a bit dirty but that’s only when he’s drunk and not shy. He likes to please you and shower you with affection and compliments. He isn’t a big fan of degradation, he wants you to feel loved and that’s not the vibe in his opinion to love someone.

J - Jack Off, Masturbation: he’s shy but not innocent, he will Jack himself off if he sees you posted a beautiful photo of yourself. He thinks a lot about you at night and just loses his fucking mind.

K - Kink, One or more of his kinks: well hes a shyer person but he really loves to role play with you, not to weird but just teasing each other. He loves to tie your hands so you can’t touch yourself.

L - Location, his Favourite places: bathroom or in the bedroom in bed, it’s a safe space for both of you. He also likes to do it in a hot tub but other places than that it’s a big no for him.

M - Motivation, What turns him on: if you straddle his lap, biting your lip, kissing his neck, being a little bit cheeky. He also loves to see you in his clothes that’s a big turn on for him as well.

N - NO, Something he wouldn’t do: No weird stuff like poop or piss stuff, no hitting or really hurting each other and no degradation. For the rest he’s open for everything.

O - Oral, Preference in giving or receiving: he likes both, he likes to go down on you and he likes it if you go down on him.

P - Pace, what is his pace: He’s a softer person so his pace is mostly sweet and slow but sometimes he’s a bit rougher and faster but still makes sure you’re okay with that. He loves when you are on top and goes nuts, he likes when you go rougher and faster because everything wiggles 😉

Q - Quickie, His opinions on quickies rather than proper sex: Big fan of proper sex, he isn’t a fan of quickies. He’s too awkward for that.

R - Risk, Does he likes take risks and game to experiment: no not really, he likes it when you do it, he’s too awkward and too self conscious about it.

S - Stamina, How many rounds can he go for, how long can he last: he can go for one good round, then he needs some time before he can go to the next round.

T - Toy, Does he own toys, Does he use them on you or himself?: he doesn’t own toys, he uses yours on you, he’s open for everything so maybe he will try them together on himself.

U - Unfair, how much he likes to tease: He likes to tease you a little bit because he doesn’t like to be teased so it’s not fair if he does it and you can’t. A little bit can’t hurt anyone right…?

V - Volume, How loud is he and what sounds does he makes: He mostly moans, whimpers and whines, most of the times it’s softly whimpering and some moans.

W - Wild Card: He likes everything you do, you want to go on top then you go top. You want him to fuck you, he fucks you.

X - X-Ray, what’s going on in his pants: he’s average length and it bends slightly to the right, completely shaven and a nice rosy tip.

Y - Yearning, How high is his sex drive: Average, Not every night but also not once a month. He likes sex but he also likes to just cuddle with you.

Z - ZZZ, how quick he falls asleep afterwards: he awake for a while, he’s full of energy and loves to spend some time with you afterwards.

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[eroticdarling]

Song Fic

B☆NN1E 4ND CLYD3

Kakucho × Reader

☆ Cw — ♡ Poc!Reader ♡ Pussy Eating ♡ Vaginal Fingering ♡ Soft Smut ♡ Pet Names (Darling × My Love × Love × Baby × Honey) ♡ Light Choking ♡ Hair Gripping ♡ Praising Kink ♡ Tongue Fucking ♡ Begging Kink ♡ Loud Moaning ♡ Sir Kink ♡

♡ A/n — ☆ Gonna start doing these song fics when I wanna match a song with a character bc I swear every time I listen to a song I think of a certain character nd then wanna make a fic 😩✨️. Nd yes, another pussy eating fic because there's something about it that makes me melt... Bleh idc.

♡ MINORS DNI ♡

(☆)

Bonnie and Clyde by Tink

Kakucho had been in love with you for as long as he could remember. From the moment y'all met, he knew he had found his soulmate. You had an intoxicating energy that he found irresistibly attractive. He loved how you were always fun-loving, open-minded, and never held your tongue for no one.

With you around, his days seemed brighter.

When you both got married, it was like heaven opened the pearly gates for this man. He was in tears when he saw you walk down the aisle with your beautiful white dress. When y'all made your vows, it came from the heart, and promised through sickness and in health, you both would love each other.

Not only was your marriage great, but the sex was as well. Every time he got home from work or when he was off, he would greet you by going behind you and gently grab your waist while kissing your soft melanin skin that smelled like (Your favorite fragrance).

Or when you're sitting down, he would hover over you while holding your hips and kissing your lips all the way down to your chest.

It instantly made you get butterflies in your stomach, and it didn't matter where you were or what you were doing. If he wanted to show you how much he loved or missed you, then trust and believe he would.

You were bending over the kitchen counter on your phone when you were met with familiar hands gripping your waist with his lower abdomen pressing up against your ass.

"Hey Baby," you greeted your husband with a smile as you put your phone down and sat up straight.

His lips then started to plant soft kisses on your moisturized skin.

"Hey my love," He said as he moved one of his hands up to your neck and lightly grabbed it to make you look at him so he could kiss you.

Your lips connected with his, and the kiss was deep and passionate but also desperate. He wanted you so much, and you could tell by the way he kissed you.

His hand let go of your neck, and you broke the kiss for a second to fully turn around and kiss him again with your hands, now palming his warm, blushed face.

The kiss broke once more when Kakucho lifted you up and sat you down on the counter. He kneeled down in between your legs, inches away from your pussy and looked up at you.

"May I, Darling?" He asked for your permission, even though he already knew the answer.

"Of course you can, love." you said, giving him the warmest smile.

His hands unbuttoned your jean pants and pulled them off, "what are you doing this time?" You questioned him because everytime this happened he would either fuck you or eat you out.

"Eating what's mine." He said in a soft tone.

He didn't waste any time in pulling your silky panties off with his teeth while making eye contact.

The way he did this sent tingles from your stomach to your cunt which had your juices dripping down your thighs.

He took the panties from in between his teeth and threw them on the floor before taking your legs and putting them on both of his shoulders.

Kakucho dipped his head down and started off by giving your sweet pussy kitten licks. His tongue slid between your folds then swirled your clit.

While he had his tongue work on your clit, his fingers made its way to your hole dipping his middle and index fingers inside since he didnt need to wet them cause you were already wet. The feeling made you put both hands on his head and gripped his jet black hair.

He was sending you Euphoria how he was multitasking with your pussy. Other than his love, this was another feeling you wanted to feel forever. You loved your husband, and there was no other man that could make you feel like how he made you feel.

"Fuck~ Baby, your tongue feels so good." You moaned out in praise.

He acted like he didn't like it when you praised him, but in reality, he loved it. Every time you praised him, it made him feel like he won a trophy.

He removed his fingers from your abused hole and replaced them with his tongue. When he inserted his tongue, he wasted no time in fucking it into you at a fast speed.

You wrapped your legs around his neck for more support and gripped his hair a bit tighter from the ecstasy. Your head went back, and your body was heating up because of him.

You could also feel the tears form from the corners of your eyes cause of how good he was tongue fucking you with your sweet moans and wet noises filling the kitchen area.

Of course, you weren't the only one who was feeling good because Kakucho was too. The way the sounds combined together was like music to his hears, and his cock was feeling even tighter in his boxers.

He wanted to stop everything he was doing to pull out his dick and pound into you to the point where you couldn't walk for days, but he held himself back.

He wanted to wait until you finally came to do it because he wanted to pleasure you first.

His fingers moved up to your clit and roughly circled it once more making you feel a tight knot in your stomach that was aching to be released.

"Honey, slow down, It's too much!" You moaned out, earning a smirk from your husband.

His first priorities now were making a mess of you and hearing you beg. Some things he also secretly enjoyed, seeing you beg for him to slow down and speed up while you came all over his face or cock was perfect to him.

Your whining and begs for him to slow down only made him go faster. As your moans got louder, his fast pace stayed the same.

Sweat beads were forming from your foreheads, and you could also feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm.

Your walls were clenching onto Kakucho tongue which gave him the impression of you getting ready to cum.

"Cum on my tongue, Princess." He pulled his tongue out to say to you.

"Yes, sir." You moaned with your face all blushed out.

His tongue went back in your pussy and he continued where he had left off, but this time found a way to also add a finger in at the same time and it made you go insane.

The way his tongue and fingers worked inside of you edged your orgasm on, and you physically couldn't take it.

"I'm about to cum, Kaku!" You said as you felt like the knot in your stomach was about to untie.

Kakucho went faster, pushing you closer and closer to your climax. It only took him to put his free hand to work and softly circled your clit which made you cum hard.

You coated his tongue, fingers, and the bottom half of his face, which made his dick twitch.

He couldn't stop here, so when you both finally caught your breaths and calmed down, he picked you up from the counter.

"Sorry, princess, but we're not done yet." He stated as you wrapped your legs and arms around his hips and neck, then laid your head on his shoulder.

"Can we go out for dinner tonight then?" You asked remembering you had to cook before he came home but was too busy procrastinating.

"Anything for you, Darling." He said, making his way upstairs to y'all shared bedroom.

"I'll Be Your Bonnie"

#✎ᝰsʟᴜᴛ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀʏ。°˖⌕ #anime headcanons #anime smut #anime writing blog #smut writing #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x female reader #kakucho hitto #bonten kakucho #kakucho x reader #kakucho smut #kakucho #kakucho hitto smut #soft smut #fluff smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x reader

[bangtanbois]

Familiar Weight

A familiar weight settles on my chest, not suffocating but reassuring, as Jungkook, my cherished bunny, finds his way back to me in the quiet hours of the night. His arms around me holding onto me even in his sleep as my head rests against his chest. I embrace the warmth that seeps into my skin, cocooning me in tranquillity.

Slowly rousing awake from my slumber, my eyes blinking open to the soft morning light filtering through the windows., I feel the lingering heaviness of sleep. Turning towards Jungkook, I nuzzle into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar flowery scent. He stirs but remains in the gentle grasp of dreams, tightening his arms around me, enveloping me in warmth.

I rasp out, "Bunny, what time is it?"

Jungkook groans, checking his phone on the nightstand before replying, "Too early. Keep sleeping."

Contentment washes over me, and I snuggle even closer. This is where I want to be – wrapped up in Jungkook's embrace, safe and loved. Softly, I whisper, "I love you."

"Sleep."

Restlessness tugs at me, and I squirm, attempting to shift away from the grounding weight. His grip tightens, and I hear his tired mutter, "Just go to sleep," his voice strained with exhaustion. Adjusting his position, he sinks lower, resting his head against my breasts. Settling his weight on me like a comforting bunny nestled into his favorite spot.

I run my fingers through his soft hair, appreciating its silkiness. His ever-changing hairstyle always manages to intrigue me. Unable to resist the playful urge, I tease, "Bunny, will you always love me like you do right now?"

He groans a little, clearly tired. Yet, I crave reassurance, coddling, and pampering that only he can provide. "Does this mean you don't love me right now?" I ask with a teasing hint.

"I love you, and I'll love you forever just like this," he replies. "But if you don't go back to sleep right now, I will kiss you, and then we'll both be up and mess up our routine."

"Routine schmoutine," I declare, attempting to wriggle down to steal a kiss. The prospect of our shared morning routine being disrupted is a small price to pay after all.

A bemused expression graces his face as he looks up at me. I know it's just a facade to hide his true amusement. He leans upwards, capturing my lips in a tender kiss that is slow and sweet. His hands slide under my one article of clothing, which happens to be one of his old t-shirts with a random stain on it and find my waist. He gives it a gentle squeeze before suddenly, yanking me down, positioning me perfectly underneath him. All the while, my lips never leave his.

His hands continue their journey upwards while mine explore his hair, neck, and shoulders, unsure where to rest. The urgency within me intensifies, causing my lips to move faster against his. But then he suddenly halts in his movements, with his hands resting just below my chest and his lips dangerously close to mine. I groan in frustration as he down at me with a devilish glint in his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

I'm mad at him. How dare he wake me up with his warm embrace, teasing kisses, and seductive touches, only to leave me wanting and unsatisfied?

The frustration must be evident on my face because he grins even wider, tracing gentle kisses from the corner of my mouth to the edges of my face while his hands resume their journey to my tits. One of his hands cupping my breast and giving it a firm squeeze. My morning sensitivity makes it an endeavor that results in waves of pleasure mixed with the sweetest form of pain course through my body.

I let out a moan and grind my hips against him unwittingly, unable to control myself as I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling his lips back onto mine.

His lips trail down my jaw, towards my neck and I let out a soft moan as he nibbles on the sensitive skin. He continues to move lower, his cock rubbing against me teasingly, making me ache for more. I can feel his warm breath on my chest as his lips finally reach my breasts, blowing gently on my nipples, his hands still cupping them gently.

He looks up at me with a smirk before taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. I arch my back in pleasure and let out another moan. His other hand moves down to my clit, rubbing it in slow circles that make goosebumps erupt all over my body.

I grab onto his shoulders tightly as he continues to pleasure me with his mouth and fingers, the combination sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but just as I'm about to reach it, he suddenly stops eliciting another groan from me.

"Please bunny..." I whine. "I'm up and ready, please make me feel loved," I add with a pout.

I watch as his hand moves to my chest, fingers tangling in the fabric of my shirt before giving a sharp tug, pulling it up and over my head. His eyes roam over my exposed skin hungrily.

My fingers follow his lead, reaching for his shirt and pulling it off him, revealing his chiseled chest and tattoo-covered arm. He must see the desire in my eyes as he pulls himself up and I watch as his fingers deftly pull at the waistband of his shorts, revealing his hardened length.

We begin to move in perfect synchrony, our bodies moving against each other like the ebb and flow of waves crashing on the shore. His movements are skillful and deliberate, each one bringing me closer to the brink of ecstasy. My words turn into desperate pleas as I beg him not to stop. He responds by picking up the pace, intensifying the pleasure coursing through my body. As we reach a new level of passion, I feel myself falling apart, surrendering to the rush of sensations washing over me. With his weight pressing down on me, he shares in my release before collapsing onto me, spent and satisfied. The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breaths and contented sighs, a silence only broken when I ask "I'm yours?"

"Only mine."

"Filled with you."

"Mhmn, mine."

"Don't get up just yet... Lemme be dirty and filled with you."

I feel his amusement, a warm undercurrent in the quiet of our shared moment. The early morning light filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the tousled bed. The room holds traces of our recent fervor—a disarrayed tableau of our passions.

In the soft quiet, I just know that we'll succumb to sleep once again in this intimate haven. The sheets, now witnesses to our shared desires, lie in a tangled dance, silently reflecting the ardor that unfolded here. The room, bathed in the early morning tranquility, becomes a sanctuary where time seems to slow, capturing the essence of our connection.

An unspoken understanding passes between us. Despite the chaos of the disheveled sheets and the untamed passion that brought us to this point, I wouldn't have it any other way. The laundry list may grow with each shared moment, but in this sanctuary of tangled sheets and shared laughter, there's an implicit promise of more mornings like this. Wattpad

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[samandcolbyownme]

high sex with jj? maybe they were friends nd chose to be fwb but maybe one of them breaks? and realizes they wanna be with the other person etc. (you can have creative freedom)

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language high!reader, smoking weed, friends to lovers, flirting, kissing, hair pulling, biting, scratching, semi rough actions, filth

Enjoy!

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You followed JJ’s hand as it moves closer to you, “Want another hit, sweetheart?” Your eyes move up to his and you smirk. You were indeed a lightweight, and JJ knew that, so you just wanted to prove him wrong.

You took the joint from his fingers and took another, longer than intended drag. You hold it in as you hand the joint back of the red eyes squinted, blonde boy sitting next to you.

You exhale the smoke and cough slightly, laying a hand on your chest, “That one burned.” JJ sits up and quickly hands you a water, “Here. Drink this.” He unscrews the cap and hands you the bottle, “Here.”

You take if from him and bring it to your lips, taking a big sip. Water dribbles down your cheek but you can’t help but giggle.

“Can dress you up but we can’t can’t ya out, now can we?” JJ jokes as he swipes the water off your skin with his thumb. Something felt different. The atmosphere feels like it shifted or something because now there’s tension.

Sexual tension, yeah you and JJ have hooked up a few times before - okay. A lot of times before - anytime you can get actually, just like tonight.

You lean back, tilting your head up to look at you, “You’re one to talk,Jayj.” He huffs, plopping back down on the couch, “I think I look pretty great all the time. Even when I’m bruised and bloody.”

You couldn’t lie, you thought JJ was hot as fuck. You were blessed that he barely had a shirt on while just hanging out around the Château, even though he’s caught you looking on multiple occasion.

“You know.” JJ says turning towards you slightly and you turn to face him with your elbow on the back of the couch, “What do I know?” He smirks, “I just wanted to say that the first time I met you, I just knew that you’d fit in here with us.”

Kie introduce you to the rest of the pogues, and JJ just happened to be the lucky one to catch your eye, but you also caught his.

“Really?” You smile, a blush rising over your cheeks, “I love hearing that, thank you, Jayj.” He nods, licking his lips, “Do you, um.” He glances down at the table, your stare making him kind of nervous, “want to smoke more, or?”

You shake your head, “I think..” you look from his lips do his eyes and tilt your head, “I think I want to do something a little different.”

Your confidence skyrockets when you’re high, and you’ve wanted JJ since the second your eyes laid on his, let’s face it. He smirks as he picks up what you’re laying down, “What are you waiting for then?”

You smile as you crawl over to him, your legs moving to straddle his waist. You bite your lip as you look down at him, eyes heavy from the weed in both your systems. He brings a hand up, gently laying it on your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

You lay a hand on his cheek, smiling as you lean down, “I love you, Jayj.” You press your lips to his, sliding your hands down to his bare chest. His hands grip your hips as you continue to make out. He leans back, “I love you.”

He pushes your hips and your dig your nails into his skin as you feel yourself grind down onto his throbbing cock, “J-J..” you whimper out, “I need you.” He smiles against your lips and rubs your hips with his thumbs, “All in good time, baby. Just relax, okay? Let Papa J take care of you.”

You nod and he lays you down onto the couch, his body over yours and your legs hook around his waist. He leans his head down to kiss your neck, his hair bushing against your cheek. You let out a moan as he sucks a deep purple mark into your skin.

He kisses up to your lips and slides his hands up under your sweatshirt. His hands find your bare tits in no time and he’s fondling like his life depends on it. You arch your back, eyes rolling closed as his fingers pinch and pull at your nipples, “How rough do you want me to be?”

Your lips part as you open your eyes, moaning okay as he continues to slowly roll your nipples between his fingers, “F-fuck, Jayj..” you slide a hand around to press it to his cheek, “We can take it slow this time.” You smirk, “Next time I’ll let you throw me around a little.”

His cock hardened more just from hour works, “Goddamn, I love you.” His lips crash onto yours and his pushes his hips into yours, groaning at the thought of being inside of you, “Take off your clothes f’me yeah?” You nod, moving to take your clothes off, tossing them to the floor and within a second of JJ’s shorts dropping, he’s back on top of you.

He brings his fingers to his lips, collecting a little spit before he drops his hand down to your needy cunt. You let out a slightly moan, head already buzzing from the weed, and JJ is adding to it, but in such a good way.

You look up at him, biting down on your lip as you feel him push two fingers into you. A gasp leaves your lips and you slide your hand to the back of his head, “Jayj, no.” You whine, “Please don’t tease.” He smirks against your lips, “Yeah, yeah you’re right.”

He replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, biting down on his lip as you both watch his cock enter your pussy. You grip the cushion, eyes closing as you feel your walls stretching around him, “Fuck, J-Jayj.” You look up at him, face twisting with pleasure as he pulls out pushes back in.

He leans down, hips rolling slowly into yours, “this is the best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever felt.” Your lips move with his as his slightly speeds up his pace. You arch your back, clenching around him as he swallows your moans, “F-fuck, babe. I’m gonna cum if you keep squeezing my cock like that.”

“Feel so good, J.” You moan out, running a hand through his hair, “You fuck me so good.” His eyes search yours as a smirk grows on his face, “I love when you say that shit to me.”

His lips land on yours and you tighten your legs around his waist as you gasp, “fuck, Jayj.” You squeeze his cock, your orgasm literally right there and you cry out quickly, “don’tstopdon’tstopdon’ts-“

“Fuck.” He groans as he fights his grips on your hips, “Come on, pretty lady.” He kisses your lips and leans up, “Let me hear how good I make you feel.” You let out a moan and tighten your grip around him, moaning out him name over and over again as your pulsates around his cock, “Yes! Yes! Fuck, JJ.”

You whine out as JJ manages to keep his thrusts steady enough to guide you through your high before his cock quickly departs from inside of you. He reaches down, stroking his cock while you plant gentle kisses on his face.

You feel his cum spill out into your pelvis and you can’t help but giggle, “So yeah, I love you and I don’t want to be whatever the fuck we are now.” JJ gets up to grab you a towel, “Really?”

You nod, “Really, Jayj.. I’ve turned down every other guy that’s hit on me, down, because of you.” You see his ego boost and he smirks, “Well.” He finishes wiping you off. He leans over, holding his hand out to pull you up, “Just tell everyone who asks, that JJ Maybank is who will be tapping that ass from here on out, I love you and I would love to be able to call you my girlfriend.”

You start to laugh, “Oh my god, JJ. yeah, yes.” JJ laughs, “Yeah?.” You nod, leaning down to grab your sweatshirt, “I guess I’ll be your girlfriend. But.” You stand up putting your pants on, “On one occasion..”

Jj smirks and tilts his head, standing up to put his shorts on, “What’s that?” You look up at him and smile, “You get to be my boyfriend.” JJ stares at you, laughing slightly as he shakes his head, “We really are perfect for each other, but yeah, baby. Of course I’ll be the boyfriend.”

He leans in and pecks your lips, “I love you.” You smile and smile, “I love you.” You kiss his cheek, “I’m going to go make us some food, do you wanna roll us another one.”

He nods, “Anything for you.” He leans forward and you smile, “So you want anything special?”

He reaches up, cupping your cheek with his hand, “Just you, next time I get those clothes off of you.” He pulls you in to press a kiss to your lips and even if you weren’t high, you would still melt into him like you are right now.

“You know, Jayj.. suddenly I’m not that hungry.”

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[minminyoonjii]

Ok, I gotta say this. You know how Felix can vibrate his whole body. Imagine being in charge during sex and riding him when he suddenly starts his vibrating thing and essentially becoming your personal vibrator.

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🕯Summary: Dance practice ended early and Felix had pent up energy. Carving is a strong emotion to deny when it comes to handsome men who can't stop holding you against them.

🌹CW

Rough Sex|Riding|Cowgirl Position|Domestic Teasing|Domestic Sex|Poor Muffins|Praise Kink|Raw Need|Meanie! Lee Felix|Dirty Talk/Rambles|Whiny Dom! Lee Felix|Bold Fem! Reader|Pussy Cupping|Domestic Horny|Felix's Body Twitches When He Tense Up|Aftercare|Lovesick

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

"Angel," Felix grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your body jolted on instinct, "Home so soon?" you asked, shifting yourself to press your cheek against his. Felix hummed, "Practice was cut short," he said, nosing beneath your jaw. You shuddered, "Aw, I was going to make you a little surprise," you said, holding your tray of muffin batter. He sighed, kissing your temple "I'm sorry, angel," he said, holding you tighter. 

You shook your head lightly, "It's alright, I can let it chill in the fridge for a while. I heard that makes the batter fluffy," you said, trying to move but your lover's hold was firm. "Could we stay like this for a moment, angel? I need you in my arms," Felix whispered, touching your neck lightly. You gulped, setting down the tray, "Take your time, love," you whispered back, running your fingers through his hair. 

A deep rumble, vibrated against your back, "You're so good to me. Fuck, you're so good to me," he rasped, taking a deep breath. You frowned, playing with his hair, "Do you want to tell me more, love?" you whispered, biting your lower lip. Felix groaned, "Just everything. I want to show you how much I crave you, how I utterly adore you," he whined, trailing his hands towards your hips. 

You cooed, nuzzling his cheek, "I utterly adore you too, love," you said, tapping the tray down to let the bubbles escape. Felix grunted, rolling his hips sensually against your back, "Angel, please. Can't you see what you're doing to me?" he keened, rutting his clothed cock. You bit your tongue, "Felix," you whispered, eyes darting around at the constant buck of his hips thrusting. Felix whined, panting on your skin, "Please, angel. I. Need. You," he growled, thrusting up with each word uttered from his lips. 

A shiver ran down your spine at the desperation lacing his voice, "How about you let me clean up before we start anything, hm?" you proposed, kissing his cheek. Felix smirked against your shoulder, bringing his hands lower between your thighs, "Hm, I can't help but pleasure you though," he rasped, cupping your clothed cunt. A stuttered gasp escaped your lips, "Felix, this isn't fair," you whined, gripping tight on the tray. 

Felix's hands trembled, rubbing your inner thighs, "I need you, need you dripping on my aching cock, angel," he said, breaking into a whine. Your breath hitched, feeling your arousal drip onto your panties, "Felix, please," you whimpered, submitting to his administration. Felix shushed you, running his fingers up your shirt, "I got you, yeah? Just need your pretty cunt on my lap" he groaned, carrying you bridal style.

A moan slipped past your lips, "Lix, you can't just say shit like that," you grumbled, laying your head on his chest. Felix chuckled, laying back on the bed, "Oh, but you love when I do, angel. Don't deny it," he said, helping you straddle his lap. You rolled your eyes, stripping off your top, "You're lucky I'm in love with you, Lee," you teased, tugging the hem of his pants down. Felix hissed as his cock made contact with the chilling air, "And I'm thankful for that, angel," he chuckled.

You wrapped your hand around his cockhead, drool pooling in your mouth from seeing his precum beading between. Felix groaned, tilting his head back, "Fuck, angel. Your hands look so perfect around my cock like that," he whined, chuckling near the end. You preened, pulling your hands away to moan softly when his cock hit against his abdomen. Felix shivered at your expression, "Does my cock look pretty, sweetheart?" he asked, practically seeing your eyes beam at his question,

You nodded, earnestly "Very fucking pretty," you said, tugging down your panties. He clenched his jaw, blood rushing towards his cheeks, "You're so cute, angel. I can't take it anymore," he grunted,  lining your hips with his cock. You gulped, "Need your fingers first, love," you moaned, pressing your palms on his torso. Felix groaned, slicking his fingers with your slick "So wet. You're sopping, sweetheart," he whined, slipping two fingers up your hole. "There, there, there," you babbled, riding his fingers.

Felix hummed, curling his fingers, "I know, I know but I want you to cream around my cock first. I want to feel your tight cunt squeeze around my cock," he growled, spreading his fingers apart. You groaned, thighs quivering from the pleasure, "Hurry, please," you keened, arching your back. He pulled out his fingers, slicking his cock with your arousal, "Ride what's yours, angel," he grunted, easing your hips down his cock. Your jaw slacked, taking as much of his length up your ribbed walls. 

"That's it. Fuck, fuck. Fuck! Don't clench like that, sweetheart," Felix whined, body vibrating from the sharp pins of pleasure buzzing through his nerves. A gasp escaped your lips, "Holy sh-shit, Lix. Do that again," you whimpered, clenching harder. Felix groaned, vibrating at the pleasure, pressing his cock right against your g-spot. Broken moans echoed within the room. "Felix, please," you pleaded, riding his cock to make him tremble as hard as he is now. 

Felix choked on a moan, gripping your hips tight, "I'm here, shit, I'm here," he stuttered, tensing his body up. You moaned, elbows wobbling from holding yourself up, "Oh, oh, oh, fuck," you keened, riding his cock to the hilt. The vibrations buzzing through his body shook his cock like a sex toy. Pressing deep against your gummy walls. Felix bared his neck, digging his nails into your skin "God, you feel so good," he sobbed, bucking his hips in tandem with yours.

The bed creaked beneath you, leaving no sound to the imagination. You groaned, forcing yourself upwards, "So so deep, love. Look," you preened, rubbing the bulge protruding from your abdomen. Felix thrust his hips in a firm snap, causing a scream to crawl up your throat, "Fucking tease," he growled, tensing his body harder. Sobs broke from your vocal cords, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please. Too much," you cried, quivering at the feeling of his cock pound deeper into you like a vibrator set on its highest settings.

Felix grunted, reaching down to circle your clit, "Cum on me, angel. Soak my cock like the good girl you are. Let me see your pretty cunt milk my cock," he rambled, using the last of his strength to ease you up and down his throbbing length. You whined, mind hazing from the dull buzz of Felix's cockhead pressing against your cervix. "You're mine, angel. Please, please, please, cum," he moaned, letting his body vibrate to its max for your pleasure. 

Your ears rang from the blinding orgasm, and your mouth dropped in a scream silent, "Ah, fuck," you whimpered, groping Felix's pecs. His eyes rolled back from your fluttering walls, clenched and unclenched around his swollen cock, "Fuck," he rasped, staring at the base of his cock where your bodies connected. "Good girl, creaming around my cock," Felix groaned, seeing the familiar ring of bubbles circle his length. You closed your eyes, catching your breath, "When the fuck have you learnt to vibrate like that?" you slurred, resting on his chest.

Felix chuckled, "Shit, beats me, angel," he said, running his fingers through your matted hair. You hummed, tracing his collarbone, "My poor potential muffins," you mumbled, puffing your cheeks. Felix cooed, rolling his hips, "We can bake them later, sweetheart. I'm sure the sugar would do us good," he said, tilting your chin up, to kiss your lips. You melted into the kiss, lazily wrapping your arms around his neck. 

He pulled away, stroking your cheeks, "What are the chances of my dick breaking from how hard you clenched, hm?" he teased, smiling at you with half-lidded eyes. You chuckled, "Not zero that's for sure," you said, booping his nose. Felix sighed, heart swelling, "The things I do for love," he said, dramatically. You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, "Very funny, Yongbok," you said, giving his chest a teasing lick. A sudden gasp escaped your lips in tandem, "Did you just twitch in me?" you asked, eyes widening. Felix gulped, embarrassment burning under his skin, "Ready for round two?" he asked, smirking at your stunned look.

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[thornsnvultures]

fluttering ♡

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: a lazy afternoon with Bucky at the beach.

Warnings: smut (blow job, p in v sex), car sex, dirty talk, pet names (angel, sweetheart, baby), light daddy kink, creampie, some body type descriptions (i was picturing a fat reader while writing this, if that bothers you fuck off idc block me or w/e)

Words: 800+

a/n: I wrote this in an hour on my phone do if you see any mistakes, no you didn't 😌

18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI. IF YOU INTERACT AND YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE VISIBLE ON YOUR BLOG YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI.

It's been so long since Bucky's been to the beach. Him and Steve went all the time as kids, when they could afford to take the train that is. But he hasn't been since...well, he couldn't remember when.

The sounds of distant waves echoed around him. Soon the tide would be at its full height. The water was still too cold to play in but it drew in a calming breeze to brush away the late spring heat.

Your gentle moans drifted up from his lap and Bucky groaned at the slick heat of your throat constricting around him.

"That's it, angel, take me. Take all of me."

His strong hands hold you by the hair as you work over him.

"God, you're so beautiful."

Covered in spit from slobbering all over his dick and all the more beautiful for it, you moaned at his steady stream of praise. His love for you spilled thick and heady from his lips like the precum oozing from his tip.

You couldn't get enough.

Of his love, or his cock if you were honest. 

Bucky would tease you about how relentless you were for his attention, his affection, but he found himself lost in an ocean of your desperation.

The sweet suction of your plump lips around his balls pulled him from his reverie.

"F-fuck, sweetheart, feels so good. Such a good girl." His right hand rubs soothing circles over your back where you're stretched out over the center console. He knows it's not the most comfortable, but you're not complaining. If you did he's tear the gearbox out with his bare hands if it meant he'd get to keep your gorgeous mouth on his cock.

You lick a hot, wet stripe up the underside of his cock and Bucky can barely keep his legs from shaking under your hands.

"God you're so good sweetheart, so good to me. Love that perfect little mouth. Almost as much as that perfect little pussy. Let me have her, baby, I need it. Need to be inside you."

Bucky's needy whines shoot straight to your core and you don't have to think twice about climbing into Bucky's lap in the front seat of his truck.

"Bucky."

Your breathy whine in his ear shudders down his spine.

"I know, baby, I know. Daddy's gonna give it to you, don't worry."

He takes a moment to run his tip through your soaked folds, nudging your sensitive clit and making you jolt over his thighs.

"Daddy, please."

"Shh."

The bulbous head of his fat cock pops into your tight slit and you both groan at the stretch. 

"God, sweetheart, fucking perfect."

You slide down, inch by inch, gripping the black cotton tee covering Bucky's broad shoulders for support. Once Bucky's fully seated inside you he breathes you in deep at the nape of your neck, presses delicate kisses across your collarbones.

"I love you, sweetheart."

You don't even have time to respond before Bucky's pounding his thick length into you, knocking the breath from your lungs and holding your thick hips to keep you steady so he can angle his cock just right to hit that special spot that makes your eyes roll back.

"Ri-right there, Daddy. O-oh god!"

Bucky drops his head to your breast and rolls a pert nipple between his teeth with all the gentleness he can muster. Your sweat slick skin tastes like heaven between Bucky's lips and he tells you as much. He'll never stop telling you how heavenly every inch of you is underneath his fingertips. Every dip and curve and curl. Every stretch mark that makes you uneasy reminds him of the waves crashing in the distance. And if he's not careful they'll pull him under. Wash over him like a divine baptism, cleansed in your waters.

"Come for me, sweetheart. Need to feel you."

His voice is muffled in your hair, whispered close to your temple. You feel his vibrations and you let go, soaking him as he slams into you over and over until there's nothing left and he's meeting you there. Chasing his own high to where you are, floating above him.

"So beautiful."

"You are too, Bucky. You know that, right?"

Your kisses are sweet and scalding across his chest. The kind of love he's still unsure he's worthy of, even in its simplicity.

You sit still with him there in his lap, summer dress fluttering around your waist in the breeze that floats through the open window. Neither of you care about the mess you made, there's no urgency to wipe away the evidence of your love.

The cool metal of Bucky's left hand runs up and down your spine, guiding you to a peaceful sleep in his arms. Puffs of air from your lips hit his neck. And Bucky sits. And listens to the ocean.

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[daisydaphne]

𝔸𝕜𝕚 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

• Kinda hates PDA, he thinks it’s way too cringy for him.

• More than a boyfriend, he’s totally a husband material of course.

• Every single day he prepares your breakfast so you can sleep more.

• He loves the way you touch his hair, that’s why he always keeps it long.

• He loves living with you and the way your shampo smells (he secretly used it but always denied it).

• He would pick you up from your work, not because he thinks you need protection, only because Aki missed you so much that day.

• He won’t buy you flowers, just little gifts that reminds him of you. Those cute earings with a stupid avocado? Buying it. That nice perfume you used to use years before? Buying it.

• His birthdays are kinda lonely, but he doesn’t hate them since you always cook a nice cake and cheer him up.

• He ALWAYS steals your hair ties, so you have to buy an extra tie just for him.

• He loves you no matter what, and that’s the most important thing in the world.

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[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 10: Heat Cycles

Pairing: Tenya Iida x male reader

This guy

Warnings: kissing, fluff, hybrid reader, reader in heat, sex, heat cycles DUH, a lot of horniness, reader and Iida are already dating, idk if men have heats but I don't really care and if you do calm down this is fan fiction.

Word count: 675

Fuck, this again. You were aware that your heat would be happening, but it doesn't make it any less stressful. Your bed was made and your fuck boy for the next few hours was picked out, but you still felt like you were missing something.

Iida had taken off hero duty for the next few days to make sure he was there for when you have your heat. You felt a little bad for being the reason he can't save lives, but not that much. He should be here for you, he decided to date you and therefore decided to ruthlessly fuck you when necessary.

You were preparing to take a nap, knowing damn well that your heat could happen at any time now and you wanted to be well rested. You were sleeping in your bed when ...shit.

Your ear twitched and your tail shook, it was your heat. You called down for Iida, feeling the uncontrollable horniness hit you like a firetruck.

"IIDA IT'S HAPPENING!" You screamed, Iida ran up the stairs as fast as he could, aware of what was happening. He immediately rushed over to you, jumping and landing on top of you.

You take off your shirt and try to take him off, needing to feel the skin-on-skin contact. He realizes this and does it himself, along with both of your pants.

"Now smash me." You begged, needing the burning feeling in your dick to go away.

"Ok sweetie." He said, kissing you deeply while plunging his cock inside you. Foreplay be damned, if he waited only a minute longer you might have gone insane.

He knew almost exactly what you needed. Afterall, this wasn't his first rodeo. In fact, this was about his 16th heat of yours. Now you might think that this sucks for him, having to fuck for hours on end an-. He loved it, now it wasn't as lifesaving as it was for you but being able to smash his cute little boyfriend without interruption, best deal ever.

Now of course he loved you too, how your beautiful face lights up whenever you see a reference anywhere relating to your favorite show, how brutal you are to certain people that you don't like such as Bakugo and... now that's pretty much it.

Which brings us to where we are now, Iida plunging into you, his dick practically smushed up in your guts, lips sucking on your perked up nipple, hand rubbing up and down on your dick.

You could still feel the overwhelming force of blatant horniness, but it had died down thanks to Iida and his wonderful cock that you loved oh so much. He truly was the best, always there for you when you need him, whether that be when you're in your heart, hungry, sad, he really did love you, and you knew that.

You especially loved him when he was on top of you, thrusting rapidly and harshly into your tight ass with the force of a gay man on their way to the mall near Christmas because of all the sales, which is kind of like what this is. His sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, jacked abs above you, dear god you're getting hornier by the second just looking at him. He was just so perfect.

He though the same about you, you're fucked out face contorting in pleasure, tongue hanging out, plump thighs wrapped around his waist, your angelic sounds of pleasure and content. He loved you just as much as you did him.

Even though he's fucking you as hard as a semi-truck, you could still tell how careful he's being, not trying to hurt you, and how he's still trying to make sure you're enjoying this as well. The way his large hand is pumping your member, his mouth interlocking with yours as your tongues dance with each other.

It wasn't long until you've cummed for who knows how many times tonight, and you will cum for many more. Afterall, you two truly did love each other.

THE END

Notes: again, sorry for the delay on this day, I ran out of days I prepared for because I have a terrible procrastination problem. Bysie Dasies

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