#his face is a whole fucking ride from beginning to end

[rebelfell]

Evidently never gonna be done with thoughts of these two... 18+, MDNI 4.8k

older!fem!Harrington!reader x eddie munson

cw: unprotected piv, finishing inside

cont'd from here

The ride back to the house is silent.

No music playing. No words being said. Just the rumble of his van’s engine and the spin of its tires making the floor vibrate underneath your feet. Eddie’s hands keep tensing, his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel never loosening as he navigates the deserted, winding backroads.

The trip that seemed to take only minutes on the way now stretches on interminably. Like when you wake up from a dream and the elasticized time snaps abruptly back in place and you realize your alarm has been going off for over an hour and now you’re definitely late for work.

You swallow thickly as you stare out the window at the blur of trees whipping past, your fingers twisting in your lap as you pick at the skin around your thumbnail. You rack your brain for some words, any words, that might be helpful. That might somehow fix this mess you’ve made.

But there isn’t a lot left to say after the lake.

Eddie, don’t, you can’t say stuff like that.

Why not? It’s the truth, it’s how I feel, I—

Because this can’t go anywhere! I’m leaving, I’m going back to—

Then I’ll leave too! I’ll go with you, I’ll go wherever you go, I just want to be with you.

Stop it, you don’t know what you’re saying.

He tries to tell you he does mean it. He means it more than he’s ever meant anything in his whole life. He doesn’t care about Hawkins or his stupid community college classes or his handful of odd jobs he could do literally anywhere. He’ll pick up and move. He’ll work. He’ll take care of you.

He’ll do anything so long as this doesn’t end.

What about Steve?

You stare at him plainly, certain you’ve delivered a death blow. And his face does flicker, if only for a moment, as the guilt that’s been festering in his gut for months finally shows through. And even as he shakes his head as determinately as he can, the waver in his voice is unmistakable.

I’ll…I’ll explain it to him.

Explain what? That we fucked on every available surface in his house?

Eddie shrank at your harsh words, not ready for the anger that flashed in your eyes, nor the vitriol that rose in your voice when you so crassly described the best summer of his life.

No! Well…yeah, but—I don’t know, I’ll figure it out!

Okay, and then what? We date? You practically spat the word out. Show up for Christmas dinner at your best friend’s house? Sit across the table from him as his aunt’s…as my…

You can’t even say the word “boyfriend”—it feels so juvenile, so high-school.

The argument drags on until the deep, brilliant midnight blue sky begins to tinge gray with the arrival of a cold and sickly dawn. Eddie probably would have kept going until the sun rose, until it hung in the middle of the sky, until it had set and come back up all over again. But you told him as calmly as you could that you had to go back. 

It was time.

His van practically crawls to a stop in the driveway, the screech of his brakes mixing with the soft tweets of birds just beginning to stir. He shifts it into park and reaches up to grab the keys and cut the ignition, but you lay your hand on top of his to stop him.

“I don’t think you should stay,” you tell him, forcing back the wobble in your voice.

And the way he looks at you when you say it makes you feel like you’ve been stabbed. His face crumples, his brow pinching together, his mouth contorted in an ugly shape more snarl than frown.

“Don’t do this…” he says, gritting out the words through a clenched jaw. “Please.”

And it’s not the sort of begging you’re used to hearing out of him. It’s not an eager plea for you to kiss him or touch him, nor a cheeky request to fuck you somewhere you could get caught. This is real begging. It’s him clawing at you from behind a chain link fence, a lost puppy who wants only for you to take him home from the pound.

Not asking for anything but you.

“Eddie, we can’t—”

He reaches out for you, his hands coming up to cup the sides of your face, his touch somehow soft and tender despite the rigid tension you can see in his arms, in his back, in his shoulders.

“We can do anything we want,” he whispers.

His breath is warm on your lips as his forehead rests against yours. He really believes it. And god do you want to believe it too. But…

“I’m sorry.”

Tears brim along your lashline as you wedge your fingers under his to wrench them from your face, rushing to get out of the van before he can stop you. Your footsteps thud on the concrete as you retreat inside the house and lean on the door in the foyer until you hear him backing down the driveway and the glow of his headlights has disappeared completely from view.

You drift back upstairs, heading for your sister’s room that has lain untouched since they left. Past all the places you and he defiled this summer. Past your bed with its rumpled sheets that still smell of Camels and cologne. Past the guest room where Eddie barely slept, lying awake at night thinking of you instead. Past the answering machine and its flashing red light that signals a new message has been left, one you’ll listen to in the morning with bleary bloodshot eyes.

It’s your sister letting you know they’ve changed their flight. They’ll be home tomorrow.

Which is now today.

Having John and Viv back in the house is an adjustment.

Upon playing their message, you and Steve did a sweep of every room trying to get it back up to his mother’s impeccable standards you’d let slide since your arrival…in more ways than one.

You don’t see much of Steve’s father, which feels normal because you never do. Even after all the deals he closed this summer, he somehow only has to work more now that he’s home. Most mornings, he’s up and headed to the office before the rest of the world has hit the first snooze on their alarms. And some nights he stays until long after the rest of the house has gone to bed.

It gives you and your sister lots of time to talk. Well, it gives her time to talk. And the one thing she simply can’t seem to stop talking about is how incredible the yard looks.

She keeps looking out the windows and sighing wistfully as she stares at the haven Eddie has created. She starts to take her morning coffee, her afternoon tea, her evening glass of port out on the patio just to marvel at the perennials just beginning to flower. She’s beyond thrilled.

And you’re…fine. At least you can pretend like you are. Most days.

It’s easy to slip back into the state of numbness that was your home base after everything with your ex. But with him, you had just felt mad. There was no guilt or remorse eating away at your insides. No bottomless pit of doubt in your stomach, no needling thoughts of regret gnawing at you constantly. No part of you left wondering if you’d made a terrible mistake.

Or rather, another one.

What’s really not helping is Viv going out of her way to berate you about how you’re going about this all wrong. She’s quick to scold you for moping around the house, asking if this is what you’ve done all summer. She’s adamant you should be getting back out there—back on the bike or the horse or whatever other tired ass cliche you preferred.

It’s during one of these rants that the phone rings and mercifully cuts her off. Steve is calling. He left his lunch at home and he’s wondering if someone can bring it to him. Vivian grins.

“Your aunt would love to. She was just saying she needed to get out of the house.”

And she’s not wrong, even if it’s her and not the house you need a break from.

But as you make the turn into Family Video’s lot, your stomach drops at the sight of the brown and white van parked out front. Eddie’s long frame leans on the hood, unlit cigarette dangling out of his mouth, his hands resting on the hips of a girl he’s got pressed up against him, his fingers toying with the frilled hem of a baby pink top that flashes the bare skin of her lower back.

Your neck is as stiff as death as you walk past, keeping your eyes glued to the door in front of you, trying to ignore the breathy laugh that floats on the air and punctures your brain. You yank on the handle a little too hard, the silver bell overhead even louder in your already ringing ears.

Steve lets out a loud groan of relief when he sees you, or rather when he sees his lunch, and he tears into it right there on the sales floor. He’s the only one on today and the store is deserted— everyone likely at the pool or out enjoying the last few weeks of freedom and warm weather.

Or going for a gold medal in tonsil hockey.

You fold your arms across your chest and lean on the counter, sneaking a glance over your shoulder you know you’ll regret. Most of the display going on outside is obscured by the decals and posters on the windows, but you can still see plenty.

Eddie’s head dips to whisper something in that girl’s ear and you feel about as tall as the crumbs scattering from Steve’s sandwich.

As he chews, your nephew’s gaze follows yours out the window. His brows raise as Eddie grins and he starts to run his hands down the curve of her spine, slipping them snugly into the back pockets of her jeans. Unable to see the grimace on your face, Steve just nods approvingly.

“About time,” he sighs as he rips off another bite. “He’s been like…catatonic lately.”

The sourness in your stomach only curdles further until you mutter out a goodbye to Steve and turn to make your escape. But the very moment that you do, that girl is taking Eddie by the hand and pulling him along behind her into the store. You and she nearly collide at the door, close enough you can smell the sickly sweet peach lip gloss she’s wearing.

“Oh! Sorry, ma’am,” she says, blithely smiling as she floats over to the new releases.

Behind her, Eddie stands staunchly in the doorway. He takes up the entire exit, his dark clothes seemingly absorbing all the light in the room as you lift your chin to look him in the eye.

You expect to find contempt. Something callous and unfeeling. More than merely smug, you’re sure he will be dripping with arrogance and condescension. Because he’s got every right to be, doesn’t he? You really think I cared about you? Don’t you see how fast I can replace you?

But when you do look at him, there is only pain etched into his features. He holds your gaze for no more than a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity. You think that all of civilization could be crumbling into ruin around you and you would never know because you can’t stand to tear your eyes away from his. And you don’t, until he drops his head and turns sideways to let you pass.

His cologne stings in your nostrils as you do, and your arm brushes the edge of his denim vest. And you don’t make it but a block away before you have to pull off onto a side street and cry.

For the next two weeks, the sky is permanently gray.

Dark and mottled clouds roll in sometime that evening and suddenly even the smallest sliver of sunshine becomes as precious as real gold. Their coverage is dense and the air becomes thick and muggy with humidity that only gets more oppressive, yet never gets any closer to breaking.

Every day, the house seems to get smaller. It’s like you’re a rat in a maze and the scientists who are studying you keep removing portions of it until you’ve been boxed in with no escape. But the idea of going out, the thought of running into Eddie again, is too much for you to bear the risk.

The only thing that brings you any sort of solace is that the school year will start soon and you’ll have work to distract you again. Truthfully, the only reason you have yet to extract yourself from Hawkins is because your new housing—a little craftsman you’re going to rent from the head of your department at the university—won’t be ready for you to move in until the end of August.

But the looming threat of your departure somehow only encourages Vivian.

You should have known something was up the moment she said she wanted to have a “family dinner” to celebrate your last night. You should have known when you came into your room and found a bag from her favorite department store sitting on your bed containing a sundress far too floral for your taste. It might as well have had a post-it on it that said “Wear Me” like your mother used to put on your school clothes when she laid them out for you in the morning.

If you were smart, you might have thrown it out the window. Or maybe even climbed through it yourself and scaled down the trellis to make a run for it. Instead, you put it on. And your feet are like lead on the steps as you come down to find your sister bustling around the dining room.

Your brow furrows as you count four place settings. “I thought Steve had a date,” you say.

“He does,” she hums, shooting you a sidelong glance. “And so do you.”

“Viv, no. Please don’t do this—”

“I haven’t done anything!”

She throws her hands up and smiles, but all the faux innocence in the world can’t disguise that glint of mischief in her eyes. You open your mouth to protest, but you’re cut off by the doorbell.

“That must be him,” she titters, flapping a napkin behind you to shoo you into the foyer. “Go on, now, don’t keep him waiting!”

Eddie parks his van down the street from Steve’s house, under the cover of some tree branches that hang low over the road. He smokes two cigarettes down to the filters and debates on a third as he tries to summon the courage to get out of the car. Every part of his body seems to be at odds with him, unwilling to settle until he finally kicks open the door and gets out.

His feet carry him forward in long, determined strides but they falter when he sees a car he isn’t expecting sitting in the driveway. It’s a cruiser. One Eddie found himself pulled over by on more than a few occasions, being scrutinized by the giant hulking man now ringing the doorbell.

Hopper.

He’s not in uniform. In fact, he’s more dressed up than Eddie has ever seen him, all trussed up in a sport coat over a button down that he’s actually buttoned. Shit, is his shirttail tucked in?

“Munson?” he says in surprise. “What brings you here?”

But before Eddie can answer, the door is opening and it's you on the other side. Eyes widening when they land on him and then blinking furiously when you realize Hopper is there as well.

“Um…hi.”

It’s hard to say who looks more uncomfortable as you step aside so Hopper can come in and you exchange some stilted pleasantries. You remember him from high-school and you aren’t all that surprised the town’s terminal bachelor is the one your sister has decided to foist upon you.

What is surprising is that Eddie is here. And his eyes are searing into you, while you have yet to fully acknowledge him. In all honesty, you're not entirely convinced he isn’t a hallucination. Only when Viv appears and glides into the chaos like a parade float do you actually believe it.

“I thought that was you, Chief. So glad you could make it—Oh, Eddie!” 

Her eyes fall on the boy still hovering in the doorway, her hand coming up to her chest. 

“I’m so sorry, dear, but Steve’s already left for his date. Wait right here, though, I have some money for you for all that work you did.”

“No, you don’t have to—”

Eddie takes a hurried step forward, his white sneakers finally breaching the threshold. Vivian is already gone, though, rushing up the stairs. Leaving you alone. With both of them.

“Hey…Hop. John’s in the den, if you want a drink,” you tell him, pointing the way.

With a terse nod and a gruff sound you presume is him answering in the affirmative, Hopper heads down the hall and leaves you and Eddie to your uncomfortable hovering. He leans on the narrow table in the entryway, staring at his own hand as he traces the edge of the wood with his finger, the rest of his hand closed in a fist. He won’t look at you now. Won’t lift his chin an inch.

“What are you doing here?” you whisper.

Eddie just shrugs, staring now at his sneakers he’s scuffing against the oriental rug under his feet. His mouth parts slightly, but no words come out. His chest rises with the breath he draws, but he swallows his non-response when he hears Vivian at the top of the stairs.

“Here you go, dear,” she says, handing over the envelope full of cash with his name written on it that’s been sitting on her bureau for weeks now.

His head shakes. “You really don’t have to—”

“Nonsense! You did such beautiful work out there, it was so wonderful to come home to. You ought to think about going into landscaping.”

Vivian just about forces the envelope into his hands and he mutters out a thank you, tapping his fingers on it and making furtive glances towards the door as she whirls around to you.

“You two met, right?” she asks. “He must have been here all the time working.”

“Y-yeah, yes, we—”

“Thank you,” Eddie says, stuffing the money into his back pocket and reaching for the doorknob in one motion. Still not looking you in the eye. “I’ll, um…I’m sorry to disturb you…”

He goes to leave, one foot already out the door when she suddenly stops and looks back over his shoulder. You feel your breath catch, his gaze finally lifting to meet yours.

“Have a good night,” he says quietly. And then he’s gone.

The door doesn’t slam. He doesn’t even shut it particularly hard. Still, you can’t help but flinch as it closes soundly behind him. There’s something so final about it, but it doesn’t feel like enough after everything that’s happened—it doesn’t feel right for it to end with something so hollow.

Vivian just smiles and loops her arm with yours.

“Ready to go find the boys?”

You walk Hopper to the door after dinner, more or less coerced into it by your sister.

There’s a slight scuffle as you try and figure out how to say goodnight to one another. He winds up reaching out a hand as big as a bear’s paw and clumsily pats your shoulder, almost like he is one, when he seemingly can’t decide between hugging you or shaking your hand. 

Chuckling through it the best you can, you keep the same fake smile you’ve worn all night firmly plastered in place until the door closes with him on the other side. And you stand there for a minute, not too keen on going back in the kitchen for your impending cross-examination.

But then your eyes land on the vase sitting on the table in the entryway. More specifically, on the folded piece of paper tucked behind it with only a ripped edge peeking out. 

You reach for it, flashing back to a ringed finger tracing the edge of that table, fist clenched around something, and your hands shake as you unfold it to read Eddie’s note scrawled inside.

I’m parked down the street.

It’s just starting to rain as you hurry down the driveway, skulking through shadows as you walk along the quiet street. In the distance, you can hear the rumble of the approaching storm as fat raindrops hit the top of your head and slide down your scalp through the forest of your roots.

A pitch black sky overhead matches the road under your feet, scantly lit by a lone streetlight. The wind picks up as you look around for Eddie’s van and just when you’re starting to think he must have left already, you spot him on the side of the road under the cover of some trees.

At first all you can see is the glowing orange dot at the end of his cigarette, but his face steadily comes into view as you approach the driver’s side door. A blatant attempt to avoid what you know will happen if you climb in the passenger seat.

The rain starts to fall a little harder as he rolls his window down. It soaks the ground at your feet, clouds of steam rising from the pavement. The air is thick and heavy, like standing in a bowl of soup. It has your shoulders sagging with the weight and your lungs struggling to draw breath.

At least that’s what you let yourself believe.

“How was your date?” Eddie asks with a bitter laugh that does little to disguise his disgust. You shake your head, pushing back a wet piece of hair clinging to your cheek.

“It wasn’t a…It was just dinner.”

The hurt in your voice makes his eyes round and soften, cheeks hollowing as he takes a long drag. Seemingly breathing in as deeply as he can to steady his own frayed nerves.

“I was afraid you might have left already,” he says.

“No,” you tell him, eyes falling to your feet. “Not ‘til tomorrow.”

He nods.

“I, uh—I know I shouldn’t just show up like this. But I wanted to tell you…” His jaw is clenched, bottom lip shaking almost imperceptibly, corners of his mouth turning downwards as he stubs out his smoke. “I need you to know that I don’t regret it. Any of it.”

He lifts his gaze to meet yours on the last words, brown eyes like twin black holes that hold all the mysteries of the universe. There’s a terrifying vastness to them, a depth you’ve only barely scratched the surface of. Your lips press together and you pinch your eyes shut as your hand creeps up to rest on the door, fingers curling around it as raindrops splash on the interior.

The thunder only gets louder as the storm nears, the rain now falling in a rapid patter. Here it is, you tell yourself. This is what you knew was coming. This is where you knew you’d end up.

“I don’t regret it either,” you say, raising your voice over the sound of the rain, forcing down the tremble in it. “And I…I’ll never forget it.”

You can only hold his gaze for a second before you have to look away. And as you do, you give the door a tight squeeze, wishing it was his hand instead.

“Bye, Eddie.”

Your feet carry you away like you’re on autopilot.

You’re barely conscious of the steps you take or the direction you head in as the rain ramps up to a downpour and fully soaks through your clothes. Your head is spinning and foggy, unable to register much of anything until one sound breaks through—the creak of the van door swinging open and slamming shut, followed by the splashing of water under sneakers.

The solid weight of his hand on your shoulder makes you start as he turns you towards him, the rain falling harder and the wind blowing faster all around. The trees overhead whip back and forth in a frenzy, their branches dipping low and their leaves swirling wildly in the air.

“Eddie, someone could see—”

He wraps his hands around your wrists to wrench you closer, pulling you into his body, both of your faces splattered with rain, barely able to see anything beyond each other.

“Let them,” he breathes out before his lips slam into yours.

The sound of the storm is only magnified inside of Eddie’s van, every drop of rain on the metal roof practically deafening as you climb through the rear and your bodies slide against the floor. The carpet inside is rough and scratchy, the fibers imbedded with decades worth of dirt and crumbs and tobacco and weed particles, but you can’t find the will within you to care.

All you can think about, all you can focus on, is him.

His kiss is harsh and punishing, lips mashing rough against yours, teeth clacking as he devours you. Aggressive and bruising in a way that, deep down, you know you deserve. 

Your wet clothes cleave to your bodies as you struggle to drag them off, steadfast in their refusal despite your feverish attempts. Eddie’s jeans and boxers only make it to the middle of his thighs before he’s pushing inside of you and a strangled moan releases from his throat.

The stretch makes you writhe, the stinging pain quickly becoming an afterthought as your need for him overrides everything else. You fist his wet shirt in your hands, rivulets of water trickling down your forearms as you clutch it tight to pull his body as close to yours as it can get.

Adrenaline races in your veins as he begins to thrust and you realize it’s the first time he’s taken you bare, the velvet of his skin dragging against your walls with nothing to separate you.

He fucks you fast and hard, your legs kicking up to wrap around his waist, your ass burning from the friction, your muscles tightening and tensing with every move. His whole body is quaking as he drives himself inside, the van rocking, teetering like it’s about to tip over the edge of a cliff.

He fucks you like it’s the last time he’ll get to, because he’s pretty sure it will be.

“Let me come in you,” he groans in your ear, more command than request. “Want to fill you up, want you to feel every…fucking…drop…”

The words are grunted out in time with his thrusts, his hips pushing deeper with every heaving breath, his cock twitching inside you as your walls pulse and tighten around him.

“Fuck, Eddie, oh my god!”

Your fingers weave into his wet curls, twisting them in your grasp at the root, tugging his head up and holding him there so you can stare into his eyes, your own vision strained in the dark.

Lightning flashes through the windshield, followed instantly by a clap of thunder. So close it could have struck right outside. For an instant, the van is illuminated and you see his face fully—eyes wide and wild, hair half-dried in damp coils, tattoos stark against pale skin that glows white.

It only lasts a second, but it shows you everything you need to see.

“Come, Eddie,” you gasp as the lightning dissipates and the whole van rattles from the force. “Want you to come for me, come in me—”

And he does. As fast and hard as the lightning strike, Eddie’s cock bursts with rope after rope of his release spurting inside of you, your center tingling as the feeling of it spreads throughout your body. The noise he makes in your ear is ungodly. It pours out from deep in his throat, guttural and resonant as the echoing claps of thunder. He drops all of his weight onto you, shaking from the force of his orgasm as you’re flattened between him and the floor.

“It’s okay,” you coo softly, your fingers loosening your grip on his hair to stroke it instead, nails dragging soft and slow against his scalp.

He shivers at your gentle and soothing touch, inhaling shaky breaths of you with his face pressed to the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Safe and dark and warm.

“I love you,” he says, his voice cracking in a dry sob as his tears slide off his cheeks to mix with the rainwater and sweat on your skin. Your throat clenches as you swallow, still trying to force down the words that have sat heavy in the center of your chest for weeks now, fighting to be said.

Finally, finally, finally, they make it out.

“I love you too.”

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[the-kipsabian]

i just want everyone to remember that this platinum tier promo exists cause its my everything

#the tension. the feeling. the story #his face is a whole fucking ride from beginning to end #i could sit here forever talking about the choice of words (i do have posts about that tho if you really care lol) #i just looked through my gifs for a thing and the moment where he goes 'you have no idea what its like to be me' is so clear in one of them #i had to find this again and save it since i didnt have it at hand #and now its living rent free in my head again so. here #just listening him talk about this character and crafting it in such a loving manner tonight really did me in fam #wrestling musing #boxman saga #night truly is feeling in this club tonight yall oh gosh oh gee #xoxo

[spenceobsessed]

part 1

this is a part 2 to another fic i did, but can be read as a stand alone!

post!prison reid x fem!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, smut with a plot

summary: after being put on a case with you, spencer realizes he might not hate you as much as he thought.

MDNI 18+

unfortunately, when working for the bau, having time off is very rare. you and spencer were harshly reminded of this. right after your successful arrest of the unsub at the nightclub, you were immediately put on a plane, incredibly sexually frustrated, on your way to another case.

you and spencer had (luckily or unluckily) ended up next to each other on a plane ride to the middle of nowhere in wisconsin. there had been a string of murders in the small town of hayward. four were dead and the unsubs rate of death was accelerating.

the flight was a little under six hours. just sitting next to spencer was excruciating.

the rest of the team had fallen asleep and although you attempted to sleep, you were simply just too horny. not being able to finish earlier, mixed with sheer anticipation had taken over you. you tossed and turned in your seat, a blanket pulled up to your chest. you open your eyes to look at spencer who had a book in his hands, his eyes on you.

you smile softly, sitting upright to get a better look at the handsome man.

“are you okay?" he asks softly, his kind voice still new for you. you nod, watching as he sets his book down over his crotch. hes still hard.

"i'm okay." you respond with a smile. "just, y'know..." you trail off trying to put your thoughts into words.

he laughs softly, completely understanding what you mean. "earlier.” he finishes your sentence with a smirk on his face.

“well i would ask how you feel about ‘earlier’, dr. reid,” you begin, your had moving from the armrest to rub against his chest. “but i can already tell.” you move your had quickly down his chest and hover your hand over his obviously hard cock in his pants. he gasps softly as you use one finger to trace the shape of him.

“fuck.” he groans, the use of a curse word throwing you off (and turning you on). “please.” he begs as you push softly on his cock, feeling a wet spot from precum already forming.

“use your words.” you demand, kindly, your dominance going straight to his dick. spencer liked being dominant, which he most definitely was going to be when the plane fucking lands, but right now he wanted to be taken care of. he needed to be taken care of.

“touch me.” he says simply as you begin to undo his belt quietly.

“ok, pretty boy, but i’m going to need you to keep quiet, can you do that?” you reply, reaching your hand into his underwear, pulling his hard cock out. he was huge, bigger than you would’ve guessed, especially for a relatively skinny guy. his tip was red and angry, begging for your attention.

“yes.” he says breathlessly, watching you hold his cock. you smile, throwing your blanket over his lap and over your arm, deciding that sucking him off would make too much noise.

you use your pointer finger to spread his precum over the tip of his cock, eliciting a muffled groan from the man.

you begin to move your hand down his cock, causing spencer to cover his mouth with his hand. his pupils were blown and his chest rising and falling fast. it was an amazing sight.

you felt yourself getting wet as your hand began to move faster on his cock.

“this feels so good.” he says, his praise only fueling your desire. the man bites back a moan just watching you concentrate on letting him cum.

“fuck, y/n,” he gasps out his hips bucking into your hand. “i’m close.” you pick up your pace a bit, making the handsome man roll his eyes back in his head and cum all over your hand. you stand up and take a look around the jet to make sure everyone was still asleep. luckily, penelope garcia had given the whole team noise cancelling headphones for christmas, so no one heard a thing.

you smile leaning in to give him soft kiss on the lips before walking to the bathroom to wash off your hands. when you return, spencer's eyes are closed and you can't help but kiss his cheek. he opens his eyes slowly, reaching up to grab your waist and pull you onto him. he throws the blanket over your bodies and kisses your forehead softly.

you squirm slightly, still feeling horny. he looks up at you, eyes barely open. "your turn?" he asks, referring to your pleasure. you laugh softly shaking your head. he was half asleep and still offering to make you happy. "no, its okay pretty boy, we'll save that for later." he nods, a smile on his face.

"are you sure?" he asks, turning his head so he could look you in the eyes, perhaps to see if you were lying.

"yes, i promise." he kisses you on the forehead before falling asleep, his arms around you.

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although you managed to get some sleep in spencer's arms, you knew that soon enough someone would wake up and you both would get caught. so, an hour after falling asleep on the handsome man, you painfully peeled yourself off of his lap and back into your own cold seat.

luckily, no one had (seemingly) seen anything, which was good.

as of now, you were leaving the plane to go to the hayward precinct.

"we'll check in with the chief of police, then dave and i will stay over night while you guys go to the inn and get some sleep." emily announced as they began piling into two large black suburbans.

they collectively thanked prentiss and rossi before heading to the inn.

"wait so when she says inn..." you ask, climbing the the back seat. jj nods.

"yeah, this is a small town so there isn't really any place for us to stay near by."

tara climbs in the passengers seat and luke slides in next to you.

the rest of the ride there was relatively normal, minus a few jokes about you & spencer's make out session at the night club, that you chose to ignore.

you arrived to the inn quickly, grabbing your designated room key and head to your room.

“fuck!” you yell, surprised to see someone already in your room.

“shhh.” spencer says, coming up to close the door behind you, taking your bags from your hands and setting them down by his feet.

“i missed you.” he says, causing you to roll your eyes.

“it’s been like thirty minutes, pretty boy.” he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. you laugh as he picks you up easily and carries you over to the queen sized bed.

“i’ve just been thinking about earlier.” he says, laying down next to you.

“oh yeah?” you say, turning you head to face him.

“uh huh,” he says, pulling your body closer to him allowing you to lay your head on his chest. “i want to make you cum now.” he says, his voice low. you look up at him allowing him to tip his head down to kiss your lips.

“jj.. is.. next.. door.” you huff out in between kisses. spencer shrugs, flipping your position so he’s on top of you. he begins kissing and biting down your jaw and neck, using his hands to expertly remove your shirt. he lets out a small groan when he rips the shirt off you, revealing your tiny, lacy bra.

“off please.” is all you manage to say, but somehow he understands. he unclasps your bra in a single motion, throwing it to the floor, exposing your hardened nipples.

“y/n..” he says lowly, his eyes filled with lust. “so pretty.” he continues to trail kisses down your neck and chest, until his mouth lands on your tit, sucking softly as his other hand teases your other nipple.

you groan softly, that familiar wet feeling returning in your underwear for the third time in 24 hours.

although you’ve just started, your groans and boobs had already gone straight to spencer’s cock and as he kissed your body you could already feel his hardness pressed on your leg.

you buck your hips up against spencer, begging for some friction.

“i need you inside of me, spencer.” the use of his name he was so unfamiliar with made his pants grow tighter.

“so needy.” he jokes with a smile, moving to remove your pants, his mouth watering at the sight of your covered pussy, a perfect wet spot in the center.

“so, so pretty.” he sighs, hooking his fingers in your underwear and pulling it off of your legs.

without warning he inserts two of his fingers in you, causing you to gasp and moan at the new sensation. you slowly attempt to remove his shirt as pleasure blinds your senses.

soon enough, spencer is moving down to attach his mouth on your cunt. “spence, please, im gonna cum. i need you inside me.” you moan, your back arching. this garners a moan from the handsome man, his noises echoing in your pussy.

you expect him to pull away, but he doesn’t. you feel your walls begin to tighten as he returns his fingers into you, allowing you to finally cum.

you moan and groan, his name on your lips.

even though your only semi cognizantas you recover from your high, you can’t help but notice the way spencer has begun to crash his hips against the bed.

“inside me.” you demand, your breathing heavy. spencer smiles as he removes his pants, leaving just his boxers, and crawls over top of you. he captures your lips in a heated and sloppy kiss, the remnants of your orgasm on his lips.

you reach down, breaking the kiss to remove his underwear, his hard and leaking cock sticking straight up. you smile as he pecks your lips, moving himself so his cock is aligned with your entrance.

he glides his cock over your slit a few times, causing you to beg him to be inside you. you’ve never felt this desperate before. he slowly pushes his large dick into you, causing you to groan, slightly in pain due to his size.

“you okay, baby?” he whispers, noticing your discomfort. you nod as your walls adjust, his size now feeling incredible.

he begins to pump his cock in and out, immediately hitting you in your sweet spot.

“fuck.” you moan, throwing your head back. he uses his hand to move your face back, towards him.

“i want to see your pretty face when you cum, y/n.” he says, in almost a demanding manner, but still with kind undertones.

his words don’t fail to turn you on, somehow even more.

“oh, you like that?” he says through a moan, as his pace quickens, the leud sounds of his cock driving deep inside you, mixed with moans, fill the small room.

“i’m close,” spencer admits, through breathy moans. you open your mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a deep moan.

you feel his dick twitch inside you as rubs your clit with his fingers.

“cum inside me, please.” you beg, feeling your core tighten around him, your release nearing.

“are you sure?” he asks, his movements becoming more sloppy, his skin coated in a thin layer of sweat.

“yes!” you confirm as you reach your climax for the second time, spencer following quickly.

his hot cum fills you up as he continues his movements, riding you both through your highs.

when you’ve both had a second to catch your breaths, he pulls out of you, leaving you full of his cum, but missing his cock. you smile as he gives you a slow kiss, laying down next to you.

“you’re so perfect.” he whispers into your hair as you lay your head on his chest. you smile, happy, but a little confused how just over a day ago you couldn’t stand this beautiful man.

a/n: thank you all for 100 followers and so much love on my last post. as someone new to tumblr it seriously means a lot. just so you know, my requests are open!!!! thanks again🫶🫶🫶

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[carmenberzattosgf]

OH MY GOD CARMY SMOKING WHILE YOU RIDE HIM walk with me…

maybe you’re at his place, or his office, and you’ve just been kinda needy all day. not to an ‘annoying’ extent, but carmen sees it because he knows you. so when he tugs his jeans and boxers down just enough for you, you pounce

he leans back in his couch/chair, pulling out a cigarette and lazily watches you go at it. maybe he’d tug your shirt up so he could ‘see his girls.’ his nonchalance just drives you fucking crazy and he lets you do it yourself, no matter how many times you whine for him to help because ‘you were fuckin’ gagging for it all day, who am i to interrupt, huh? jus’ keep fuckin’ me like that’

i don’t think he’d blow smoke in your face (intentionally) but if you find it hot he would. and once he’s done he puts out the cigarette, his lax grip on your thighs tightening as he starts snapping his hips against yours

Also includes this ask I got shortly after: Camry smoking a cig during sex has my mind going brrrrrrrrrrrrr. It's so lazy, too. just slow riding him while he lays back and watches. Maybe it's punishment for acting up???? You're just whining on his cock begging for him to help you cum.

I. YEAH. YOU GET IT. Time to expand on these thoughts. ( this ended up being 1670k words of filth)

You find yourself at Carmy’s apartment on his day off. Those don’t come around too often. You expected him to do something by now, but he hasn’t made a single move to get his hands on you. He kissed you when you came in, but that was about it.

You take matters into your own hands. Try to, at least. You are practically all over him, never leaving his side. When he’s standing at his kitchen counter that evening, pouring you a glass of wine, you quietly walk up behind him. Your arms wrap around his waist while you rest your forehead on the center of Carmy’s back. You let your hands gently slide over the taunt muscles of his stomach over his shirt as you speak.

“I’ve missed you, Bear. Missed your hugs. It feels like I’ve hardly seen you all week.” He sighs into your touch.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Carmy turns around to hand you the glass. “Work was extra crazy this week. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to see you.”

“It’s alright. I know it was out of your control…Maybe there’s a way you can make it up to me?” You flash him a look he knows full well.

A breathy chuckle leaves his lips. “Sweetheart, I’m exhausted. Can we just watch some tv?”

You don’t even attempt to hide the pout on your face as you settle next to him on the couch, leaning against him with his arm around you. Carmy put on a show he knows the both of you like.

You only keep your hands to yourself for one whole episode. Your movements start slow. At first you begin to trail your fingertips along his side. It’s not long before your hand slides up under the fabric of his white tee.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Carmen’s voice is smooth and calm. You lean up to press a kiss on his check, followed by a quick one to his neck.

“Oh. Nothing.”

“Let’s not play dumb now. I think you know better than that.” He leans back away from your body, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m going to let you try again. What are you doing?”

You fold instantly. “I need you, Carm. I really need you.”

“Yeah? Missed my cock, huh? Want it so bad that you don’t care about how tired I am?”

“No! No, that’s not it—“ you protest quickly.

“Fine.” Carmy begins to unbuckle his belt as he speaks. “But I’m not putting in any work.” He lowers his jeans and boxers just enough to free his dick.

Without a second thought, you stand up from the couch and pull down your pants and underwear. Once you straddle his hips, you reach down and pump his hard cock, spreading the precum over his length. Carmy takes in the sight of you as you gradually sink down onto him. Slowly, inch by inch.

Despite how many times you've been with Carmy, you still haven't gotten used to the stretch. In a position like this, it almost feels like he's in your stomach. Your eyelids squint shut while you take deep breaths and try to adjust. Though, at the sound of a lighter, your eyes pop right back open, staring down at Carmen with wide-eyes. A cigarette rests between his lips, having just been lit.

“W-what are you doing?” You’re expecting him to start guiding your hips, but he doesn’t. Carmy leans back against the couch, making himself comfortable. He lets his legs spread wide, forcing you to straddle higher up on his hips. The action presses his cock even deeper inside of you. He looks as though he’s having an evening cigarette, only difference is that you’re on top of him.

His tattooed fingers takes the cigarette from his mouth so he can blow out the smoke. Carmy turns his head to the side, blowing the smoke cloud away from you. The smell quickly fills up your nose. "I told you, l'm tired.” His voice is stoic. If it wasn’t for his cock pulsing inside of you, you wouldn’t think he’s turned on. “Go on and get yourself off. I'm going to enjoy my cigarette."

You start slow, grinding your hips on him. Your hands rest on his lower stomach for leverage as you rock against him. His abs are taunt and hard underneath your palms. The motion rubs your clit on his pelvis, causing a breathless moan to leave your throat.

Carmy remains still beneath you, watching you with lust-filled eyes. One of his hands rests on your thigh. His other hand tends to the cigarette in his mouth. He speaks up after a moment of letting you rock against him.

“Should have just let you sit on my thigh if all you’re going to do is grind on me. Thought you said you wanted my cock?” He waits for your response, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips to take a deep drag.

“I-I do—“ Carmy doesn’t let you finish your sentence, lightly blowing smoke into your face. He doesn’t miss the way you clench around him from the simple action, but he chooses not to tease you for it.

“Then fuck yourself on me. You’re a big girl. You can do it by yourself.”

You whimper pitifully. You want his strong arms to grab your hips and slam you down onto his cock, but that wasn’t going to happen. You rise up on your knees, letting his cock thrust almost entirely out of you. Your hips sink right back down onto him afterwards. The pleasure is unexplainable, sending electricity through your veins as he bottoms out.

You set a slow pace, not able to go as fast without Carmy’s help. His pupils are blown wide as he stares up at you, before his gaze moves downwards. He watches as his cock disappears inside of you with each slow thrust. You’re dripping, coating his dick with your arousal. The sight of his thick cock stretching you out hypnotizes him.

His lack of words and refusal to help is killing you. You need him to fuck you. Your thighs burn, growing tired from the repetitive movements. “C-carm. Need you to help. Please- please I need it.” You cry out.

“You were the one gagging for my cock all day. Why should I help? Just keep fucking me like this, yeah?” He’s nearing the end of his cigarette, only a couple more minutes of life left in it. You try your best to continue bouncing on him, but it’s getting more difficult by the minute.

“Carm— fuck!” You exclaim as his cock nudges against that spot deep inside you. Carmy ignores your cries. He takes his hand off of your thigh and tugs the material of your tank top up, exposing your tits.

“There we go. Now I can see my girls.” He still doesn’t go any further than that, letting his hand go back to resting on your thigh. Not even so much as rubbing a thumb over your breast. He goes back to watching you move, fighting the urge to hold your tits for you while you bounce.

The muscles in your legs begin to twitch, but not from being close to your high. Your legs are exhausted, and your pace shows it. You’re getting slower, not going as consistently.

Carmy reaches the end of his cigarette, taking one last long drag. He grabs your face with his hand. His thumb on your chin opens up your lips. Carmen exhales the smoke into your mouth, expecting you to inhale it. You do exactly that, letting the smoke fill up your lungs before blowing it out in the space between the two of you.

Now fully satisfied, Carmy reaches over to stub out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the side table. Without offering a single word, Carmy digs his hands into both of your thighs and starts slamming his hips into yours. Sounds of skin against skin echo against the walls.

“Shit! Fuck, Carmy—“ you moan, not even trying to control your volume. “I can— I can feel you in my stomach, shit—“ You take one of your hands and press beneath your navel, feeling his cock as it thrusts rapidly into your soaking cunt. “Feels so good, Carm.” You’re blabbering at this point, high on the feeling of him inside you. Your orgasm draws close fast.

“Yeah you needed me so bad that you couldn’t get off without me? Is that it? My little girl needed some help?”

“Yes—“

“Then what do you say?” Carmen is nearing his own high, too. His pace grows sloppy.

“T-thank you— fuck— thank you, Carmy.”

“There’s my respectful good girl. Just needed a little bit of punishment to get her back.” He detaches a hand from your thigh, moving it to your aching clit. He rubs tight fast circles on the bud with a calloused thumb. “Go on, baby. Cum for me. Soak my cock.”

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Euphoria floods through your veins as Carmy fucks you through it. You collapse into his body, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. The sounds of your moans and whimpers muffles in the skin of his neck. Your body shakes from pleasure.

Carmy removes his thumb from your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you. You had already been punished enough. His hand rests at the back of your head, cupping it gently. The gentleness of his hands starkly contrasts the way his hips sharply thrust into you.

“Atta girl. Just a bit more—“ he groans, offering you some praise. With a few more powerful thrusts of his hips, Carmy spills inside of you, filling you up with his cum. You both remain wordless in each others’ arms for a moment, trying to catch a breath. Carmy is the first to break the silence. “You happy now?” This time his voice has a hint of laugh to it.

“Mhm.” You kiss his neck. “Very happy. Thank you.”

“I think you know I’ll do anything you want at this point.” He laughs. “Now, can we go clean up and go to sleep? I’m even more exhausted now, baby.”

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear fanfiction #carmen berzatto smut #the bear #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto #I’m actually really proud of this one #hopefully it doesn’t suck! #brain rot

[fortheb0ys]

FUCK ME LIKE THE MEN BETWEEN THOSE PAGES

Bottom John Price x Top Male Reader

Just Price brain rot🤤 I've always wanted to a model for MLM porn sites ngl so I'm living through this fic🙏 As usual not proofread :)

FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI

Prices would be one of those faceless models for those erotic gay romance novels. All his work would be faceless. Just something he did to make money on the side.

It was a secret that was long forgotten. Memories replaced by his military service. His body more scarred than his younger self's. His own books but they were just collecting dust in a box.

When you got together, you had found one of the books Price had forgotten that was on a shelf. Your eyes grew wide as you noiced it was Price's shirtless body on the front cover. A small mole on his left hip was telltale that it was him.

Flipping the book over and reading the synopsis reveals the dirty content of it. All the colour washes from Price's face as he sees what you have in your hand.

Price was about to open his mouth to quickly deny it but saw your giddy excitement. Though Price felt a bit shameful, he told you that there was more. A lot more.

With much hesitation from him and a whole lot more convincing from you, Price lent you the books. His amazing body on every single one of them. A new scar here and there as the

He had been surprised that you never poked fun at him and that you were genuinely interested in his past works.

You'd admit that the sex scenes depicted were the main thing that got you interested. You'd imagine Price vividly as the characters he model on the front covers. It didn't take long for you to read through the lot of them.

When Price would be on deployment, he'd get a text from you.

Cum on the front cover or on the pages. Or others with your erect cock slotted like a bookmark between the pages with the dirtiest scenes, precum dripping onto the sheets.

You'd send worded texts underneath the photo like "Try these with me?" or "What if were we the ones to do this?"

Price hated himself for showing you the books right before the mission, making the wait painfully long.

Sexualy frustrated and slightly pissed he had to wait for his deployment to end, Price would have a lonely wank in his barracks. His fingers didn't feel right. His fantasies never felt like details in the books. Nothing felt like you.

Once he got back, Price had to fight back a boner as the anticipation took over him. He went through countless cigars trying to get his mind on something else. The 141 Boys knew something was up. Soap had to control the intrusive thoughts to ask if you were waiting naked when Price returned home.

Which he wasn't wrong. The moment Price came through that door he was already painfully hard. Before he could even open his mouth to greet you, you were on him like a fly to honey, attacking his neck with bruising kisses. Whispering the dirty dialog from one of the books made Price weak in the knees.

Thus was the beginning of your roleplay sex.

Your playtime is always different. Numerous scenarios with one thing in common: Mind blowing sex.

Price would play a royal guard, and you, the prince. A prince in a loveless engagement to a princess. A guard pleading loyalty as he rides the prince on the royal throne.

A grade slipping college student fucking his teacher in an empty classroom for extra credit. Blowjows underneath desks replaces the outdated method of study and paying attention to lectures.

A hunter who falls in love with a werewolf he's supposed to kill. The wolf is just a dumb puppy who needs to be told what to do. With a collar around his neck, ready to be tugged at and the willingness to please his master, puppy soon becomes skilled at lapping at master's hole.

A rowdy rockstar and his stressed out manager. The musician needing to burn off the adrenaline after the show and the poor management needing the stress fucked out of him. The real show was played backstage. The manager put on quite the proformance, his deep moans sounded much better than your singing.

A sex therapist that prefers to take on a more hands-on approach. That skilled tongue was used more than just giving advice.

Or lastly, a priest beguiled by a gorgeous sinner. Guilt was all he felt but it felt like true heaven. God would forgive any sin if he showed true repentance, right? Wouldn't Jesus have died for nothing if we didn't sin?

Sure, some where terrible written and some were written by women with a fetish for gay men. Seeing you act out the scenes without missing a beat or breaking out into laughter while you quoted the dirtiest and most ridiculous things.

You'd remember every dirty word uttered. Every scenario memorized. Price was starting to understand what those white women on TikTok saw in those fucking books. It was just too bad they couldn't live it out like he could.

#call of duty x male reader #call of duty x reader #x reader #x male reader #john price x reader #john price x male reader #sub character #dom male reader #dom reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mw3

[reztoru]

mdni 18+

tw / cw : smut, choking but gojo is on the recieving end, he cums inside oops

Satoru has had you sitting on his lap, riding him ever since he got home. Telling you, "You gotta work for it," but isn't it his job to do the heavy lifting? You sit pretty, and he takes care of you? Well, that's how it usually goes. However, tonight is different. But that doesn't mean you won't whine about it the whole time.

Pressing your hand against his chest and bringing your hips down to slam against his, all while keeping yourself propped up on your feet. As your thighs start to tense up, you know they'll be sore later, but who cares when your pretty boyfriend is letting you use his dick as your personal fuck toy. But it would be even better if he helped out a little, right?

"Fuck me, fuck- Please- please." You whine to him.

He begins to give in only when your hand slithers up his chest and wraps itself around his neck. Giving him a little squeeze. You feel his dick twitch inside you, followed by a groan and some pathetic moans. Feeling his fingers digging into your hips as he gives you a little thrust.

As your pussy tightens around him, his hips start to stutter and his resolve begins to weaken. And he quickly moves his hands to cup your ass. Digging his heels into the bed before plunging into you.

The sound of sloppy sex filling the room. A swirl of your sloshy pussy paired with skin colliding. As Satoru's moans blend seamlessly with yours, adding to the intensity of the moment.

"so good, toru… s'good. Feels s'good."

He moves his hands from your sides to hold the back of your neck, while sliding the other around your waist. Pulling your face down to his as your hand still grips his throat. Your lashes flutter as you feel him shoot his load inside you. Feeling your slick drizzle down to coat his balls.

And after letting out a final moan, you collapse on top of him. Both too tired to get up just yet, you decide to stay like that for a while. With Satoru running his fingers over the grooves on your back, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. Taking a mental note to just choke him the next time you want him to give in.

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[heartchoi]

OKOK BUT IMAGINEE y/n & txt r having a trip and they make a rest stop. n everyone leaves to go inside the gas station convenience store except for y/n and yj, and bc y/n's so needy they end up doing it BUT what they dont know is that soobin was in the car the whole time 🤭

this would be kind of funny poor soobin

"we'll be back!" taehyun calls out. "text if you need a snack or something!" beomgyu adds, closing the door shut as the three youngest leave.

"mhmm!" yeonjun responds, his smile a bit too wide, eyes barely focusing. how could he? you've been palming him for what felt like forever. he doesn't know how they didn't notice, and if they did, he's damn lucky they didn't bring it up. he would’ve died right then and there.

but now, you have the whole car to yourselves, and there should be enough time to relieve yourselves, right?…

soobin barely notices the car rocking, his drowsy eyes blearily opening in the back seats. he’s laying down in the very back of the car, god bless the fact taehyun rented a huge suv. then he feels the way the car is moving slightly, but not enough for them to still be driving. his brain is too fuzzy with sleep to really understand what’s happening, until—

“f-fuck, jjunie, please, too fast!” you whine, hands stabilizing themselves on the tinted windows, breath fogging it up as yeonjun’s cock ruins you from behind. yeonjun doesn’t reply to you, simply gripping your hips harder and ramming into you slightly faster.

fuck. soobin wants to dissolve into the seats beneath him. he really does. hell, he doesn’t even know where they are, but now he’s stuck in a car with you two fucking, and he’s damn sure the other three aren’t there because they most definitely are not voyeurs.

the worst part is, he can feel his dick twitching in his pants.

“fucking slut. had to tease me until we got to rest stop, huh? practically begging me for you to take you right there, huh?” yeonjun hissed, his pace unrelenting. you struggle to reply, you haven’t been fucked this good in a while. there’s nothing you can do but clench down on his cock, tightening your walls as he groans loudly.

soobin peeks his eyes through the gaps in between the row of seats, catching a glimpse of the way both of your bodies connect, wet cock slamming into your hole, slight bruises forming on your hips from how hard he’s holding you. you both barely even decided to take off your clothes, your shirt riding up to expose your chest while yeonjun has his pants at his thighs. soobin has to stuff his fingers into his mouth to keep himself from making noises, his cheeks reddening from just how hot he finds this. maybe he’s the voyeur, holy fuck.

slowly, his free hand slinks down to unzip his jeans, pulling down his boxers to reveal his cock slightly, his tip just beginning to drip precum as he strokes himself to the sight. you both just look too good, he can never watch regular porn after this.

the sounds of skin slapping and wetness fill the car, and the three of you won’t last long, it seems.

bonus:

“we’re back!” kai cheers. his hands are full of plastic bags full of snacks, beomgyu and taehyun holding cold slushies right behind him.

both you and yeonjun greet the three, beads of sweat lightly beading the top of your foreheads and a little out of breath.

“is soobin still asleep?” beomgyu inquires, looking into the back row. yeonjun stills visibly, beginning to turn pale. “he’s probably dead asleep, that giant.” taehyun jokes, seeing as his form is wrapped up in a blanket, facing away from everyone else, eyes closed.

truly, he’s just recovering from his orgasm and hiding the way he has nut all over his pants and stomach. but he’s also thinking about whether or not if he should bring up what just happened to you guys, and if you’re willing, if he could join.

#txt smut #yeonjun smut #soobin smut #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun hard thoughts #soobin hard thoughts #🍒.yeonjun #🍒.soobin #🍒.asks #🍒.anon

[valkyrayn]

Ride Your King // Marius x Fem!Reader

Tags: light bondage, filthy talking, pussy eating, squirting, blowjob, cock riding, fingering, marking, scratching, praise kink, loud sex, rough fucking, huge cock, breeding kink, multiple rounds, fucking on the: floor, table, wall, bathtub, morning sex, fluff at the end--filthy self-indulgent porn

posted on ao3 if you wanna leave comments there

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“…how long are you going to keep me tied up?” He raises an eyebrow at you, a seductive smirk playing on his lips—oh, he’s absolutely loving this. You watch your fiance with a matching smirk, he’s sat on the floor with his legs spread in front of him, wrists bound behind his back by a silk scarf, his white shirt unbuttoned, damp with his sweat. He looks sinful, like a devil brought solely into your presence to seduce and pleasure you. 

And for that reason alone, he needs to be restrained. You want to be in control this time.

“Until you make me cum,” you reply, sporting a confidence that you never knew you had but that’s what being with Marius does to you. 

You hear him chuckle, his eyes dark with lust as he takes a full view of your body from top to bottom—clad in see-through lingerie, courtesy of him, with its lacy hem resting high above your knees. It’s so revealing you might as well not be wearing anything. He takes a deep breath, satisfied with your choice of clothing and looks up at you with a grin on his face. 

“With my cock or with my mouth…which one do you want first?” He asks so casually. He tilts his head slightly to the side to get a better view of you. “Your choice, my Queen.”

A small whimper escapes you, feeling your cunt throb at his words, immediately providing images in your head on how this is going to end later—with you writhing under him and begging for more… 

Marius’ eyes widen when you suddenly get on all fours on the floor, crawling towards him with a playful smirk on your lips. For someone so confident just a few seconds ago, he’s immediately flustered. “Jiejie…”

You can see his cock twitch behind his pants without you even touching him yet. The sight of him looking so desperate and needy for you makes you wet; feeling yourself begin to soak through the material of the lingerie that he’s bought for you. 

Mustering all the confidence you have, you lean down and start unzipping his pants with your teeth, all while keeping your eyes locked with his. 

He hisses through his teeth, lifting his hips off the floor, desperately trying to get closer to you only for you to push him back down by putting your weight on him. 

“Don’t be rude, Marius…good boys must be patient. Are you a good boy?”

He inhaled deeply. “Only if you want me to be…”

You click your tongue as you slowly slip your hand down his pants, earning another hiss from him the second your fingers make contact with his cock. “Babe…shit…” He curses under his breath when you finally pull his cock out, hot and heavy in your hand—the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. Your small fingers can’t even wrap fully around him, swearing it has gotten bigger since the last time you saw it. 

You look at it with fascination, tracing the vein on the underside with your thumb, up to the tip, pink and leaking with precum. You latch onto the head with your lips before it could drip, licking it off with your tongue, relishing in the sweet salty taste of him while he’s struggling to keep himself composed. 

You release him with a pop but keep your hand around him as you stroke him gently. 

“Be a good boy and don’t cum until I say so…” His hips jerk upwards when you once again wrap your lips around him, taking him in inch by inch until your jaw hurts. His girth is simply too much for your small mouth—no amount of practice could get you to take him in whole, not without his help. So you settle for sealing your lips tightly around him, as deep as you can and swirl your tongue around him to stimulate him even further. You know how desperately he wants to grab you by the hair right now, to push you down even deeper, to fuck your throat until you gag—and heaven knows how much you want it too but you can’t give in just yet. 

You lift your head slightly to look at him and gods above, the sight of him alone can make you cum. His whole shirt is now unbuttoned–you can see the blush blooming on his cheeks up to his ears and despite the blasting air conditioner, he is sweating, covering his beautifully sculpted body with a thin sheen of perspiration. Your eyes follow that one droplet of sweat trailing down his neck, disappearing between his heaving chest—the expensive material of his white shirt is now sticking to his skin.

“Nngh…jiejie please…” You hear him say in between grunts.

Locking eyes with him, you give an inward lick before pulling your mouth off only to immediately go back in, sealing your lips around the head of his cock and licking between the slit to swallow more of his leaking precum. “Fuck, baby–!”

Fuck is right. His cock feels so fucking good in your mouth, you can’t help but moan as you swallow more of him, feeling it twitch when it finally touches the back of your throat. You only manage to keep him in there for a few seconds before yanking your head off to breathe, leaving a trail of saliva hanging between you and his tip. 

Marius’ eyes are rolled to the back of his skull, teeth biting his lower lip and nails sinking into his palms, willing himself not to cum even when he so desperately wants to. Knowing him, he’s already planning a hundred ways to get back at you after this and honestly, you’re excited for what’s to come. 

Releasing your grip around his dick, you smile at him innocently before standing up, leaving him flustered and breathless. Marius struggles with his restraints, trying to free himself, the regret finally sinking in for letting you tie him up in the first place because all he wants is to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked. To bury his cock so deep inside all your holes and have you begging for more like you always do.

“Babe…what did I say about being patient?”

You seductively lift the hem of your lingerie dress, showing your soaking cunt, putting on a small show for him by rubbing your clit with one hand. The erotic display is making his cock even harder and you watch as it twitches, begging to be sat on. You pull away your fingers, showing him how wet you are before leaning down to smear it against his pecs. “Behave or I’m not letting you fuck me…” 

Like an obedient pet, Marius immediately stops struggling, looking up at you with dark eyes slightly covered by his hair. You can sense his frustration but you know he’s just as turned on as you.

You step closer to him, bending down to whisper next to his ear. “Will you make me cum with your mouth, Marius?” 

He smirks. “You ask as if I don’t already do that for you every morning, babe.”

Smart mouth; time to put it to good use. You roll your eyes and stand up, positioning your cunt in front of him, slowly pushing yourself against his mouth as you thread your fingers through his hair below you. He doesn’t waste any time, immediately latching onto your pussy before you can even prepare yourself, causing you to fall forward then grabbing onto the door of the wardrobe to keep yourself upright. 

“Oh my fucking god, Marius—” Your fingers tighten around him to keep yourself steady as you push your hips closer to him. 

He pulls back to spit on your cunt before diving back in—pushing his tongue in and out of your hole, feeling your walls clench around him, filling your ears with wet schlicking sound of him eating out your pussy sloppily. He licks a stripe in between your folds, relishing at the taste of your creamy cunt. And then he wraps his lips around your little nub, suckling on it gently and swirling his tongue around it—sending waves of intense pleasure throughout your body. 

Marius knows all your sweet spots. The spot behind your ear he likes to caress that makes you sigh his name breathlessly. The spot inside your pussy that he likes to ram into with his cock because every time without fail, it makes your knees buckle as you come undone with a scream. 

The little nub of your cunt that he loves to tease with his tongue because it gives you such an intense pleasure you end up squirting all over him like a fountain. 

“God…Marius I’m cumming—”

He shoves his tongue back inside even deeper—the sudden intrusion pushes you instantly to the edge, making you gush uncontrollably into his mouth. 

His tongue is caught in between your quivering walls, so he proceeds to swirl it around inside you, savouring your taste and prolonging your orgasm until he’s all but drenched in your release. 

When you’re done, you step back with your barely stable legs and look down at him. His shirt is completely drenched now, your juices dripping from his chin and down his neck travelling all the way down his abs, flexing as he begins to move again to adjust his hands behind him.

The realisation finally sunk in that he had made you cum with his mouth alone, without the help of his fingers. Almost as if he could read your mind, “What’s wrong, babe? Missing my fingers already?” he laughs as he flips his hair back to keep it out of his face. 

“No…”

“Let me go and I’ll show you how good my fingers feel inside you? Remember you need to prep before you can take me…”

A small noise came out of you at the thought. He’s right, it takes a lot of prep and foreplay for you to be able to fully take him in, and he always makes sure that you are ready before he even sheathes it inside you. 

But no, you’ve decided that today, you will finally get used to his size. You want to feel the stretch of your pussy as it accommodates him. 

“Mmmm…you’ve done enough. Just sit tight and enjoy…”

Marius’ eyes widened at that, but immediately followed by a proud smile. His cock stands stiff between his legs, his balls heavy with cum waiting to unload inside you. He relaxes his shoulders and leans back against the wardrobe behind him, cocking his eyebrow at you as an invitation to sit on him.

“Well then. Why don’t you come here and ride your King.”

His deep voice reignites the fire deep within your womb, making your cunt throb with the desperate need to be filled by him.

And so you position yourself above him, lifting the hem of your skirt just slightly so you can press the tip of his cock against your dripping entrance. He watches you intently, fighting the voice inside his head telling him to just push his hips up so he can finally be inside you. 

Set in a squatting position above him, you finally, slowly push yourself down on him. “Oh fuck—” you curse under your breath at the feeling of his cock stretching your tight cunt, feeling every ridge and vein against your walls. You’re grateful for the foreplay because at least you’re lubricated enough to help him slide his way through and finally, finally—with a long satisfied moan, his cock is now fully inside you.

You lean forward and grab both sides of his face with your hands before kissing him, licking and biting as you slowly move your hips. He moans against your mouth, his impatience kicking in and then he’s suddenly pushing his hips up to meet you halfway—making you scream.

“Marius!” 

“Fuck baby—I need you to move…please…”

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you pull yourself up slowly, leaving only his tip inside you just so you can hear him groan in frustration. Leaning down, you gently kiss him on the lips. “So impatient…” 

And then you slam your hips back down, taking him in fully, mind reeling at how big he feels inside you. “Oh my god…” You start moving your hips faster, bouncing yourself on his cock, filling the room with the sound of your ass smacking against his thighs. String of curses leave his lips when you start grinding even harder, taking him in deeper. 

“Touch yourself…let me see you play with that pussy while you ride me.” 

As if entranced, you lift the hem of your skirt with one hand and start rubbing your clit with the other—making you gasp upon contact, the sensation sending electric throughout your body. But it doesn’t feel the same as having his fingers inside you. His long slender fingers, the way they would skillfully play with your clit and slide into you…you need his hands. 

Just as you’re about to reach out behind him to untie his bounds, you suddenly feel his large hands on your hips, making you snap your head up to look at him with eyes wide in surprise that he’s escaped from the restraints. With a shit-eating grin, he slides his body down to lie flat on his back and with his hands still tightly gripping onto your hips he then starts fucking up into you with no mercy. 

“Shit—Marius! Ah—too deep!” You scream, planting your palms against his chest as you fall forward from his rough thrusting. One of his hands move from your hips to rip the top of your lingerie off to fully expose your breasts to him so he can watch them bounce as he begins to fuck you even faster. “Marius what the fuck—”

He latches onto one of your nipples and starts suckling while his right hand starts kneading the other, so plump and soft in his grasp. Loud moans leave you with abandon, the perks of finally moving in together, isolated from the rest of the world, away from the ears of people. There isn’t a need for soundproof walls because you two are the only residents in this entire floor.

A high-pitched scream is ripped out of you when his cock presses against that sweet spot inside your pussy, sending you gushing around him as if a dam has been broken.

“That’s it…baby. Cum for me…drench me just like that…” 

“Fuck oh my god—Mar…” Your whole body twitches and trembles on top of him as you ride the wave of your orgasm, leaving your whole body sensitive even to the slightest brush of wind against your skin. 

His abs and thighs are drenched with your release so he wipes them with his shirt before they could drip onto the floor. While he waits for you to fully regain your strength, he makes a move to remove his entire pants before carrying you off the floor—with his cock still plugged inside you. 

You wrap your arms around him and bury your face against the crook of his neck as you let yourself be carried onto the corner of the room, before he slowly places you down onto the desk, right on top of the floor plan layout that he had drawn just this morning. 

Marius presses his hands against the underside of your thighs to keep your legs apart as he tantalisingly slides his stiff cock in and out of you. Meanwhile, you’re still drunk and incoherent, yet to fully recover from your release. 

“You’re creaming so much around my cock, jiejie…so fucking wet for me…” 

He watches with fascination at the way your cream is smeared on his dick every time he pulls out. He runs his fingers through your hair before yanking your head back, rough enough to make you gasp—and then he’s leaving open mouth kisses up your neck towards the back of your ear. “Mmmngghh…babe…” you sigh when he licks the spot behind your ear, his breath hot against your skin. 

“Am I allowed to cum now? I’ve been a very good boy…”

Suddenly he’s pushing his fingers inside your mouth and you wrap your tongue around them instinctively, sighing as he slowly pulls them out and drags them down your body—leaving wet trails of your saliva down between the valley of your breasts and towards your waiting pussy. He pulls his cock out of you, leaving you empty and lets it stand erect between you. And before you can whine in frustration, your body jerks when his fingers suddenly make contact with your clit, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. 

Marius flicks your nub with his thumb as he sinks two of his long slender fingers inside you—the sensation of having your hole stretched makes your eyes roll back. 

“Will you let me fill you up, baby? Hmm?” He pushes in deeper, spreading them apart inside you. “Can you feel that? Your pretty little pussy is begging for my cum—it’s clenching around my fingers…” He hooks his fingers upwards making your body jerk against him, scrunching the paper beneath you. No words come out of you, just moans and pathetic whimpers, willing your body at his mercy. 

“Yes please…want—”

“Mmm you want to be fucked so bad don’t you…To fill you up…” He starts pumping his fingers, in—and out. “...with load after load…” A third finger goes in, stretching your walls even wider. “...until you’re leaking…and dripping…all over the floor with my cum…”

“Marius…please…”

Without warning, he suddenly pulls out his fingers from you and immediately sheathes his stiff cock inside you—ripping out a scream from your lungs. Marius pushes your thighs apart even wider, holding tight onto your ankles as he starts fucking your wet heat with abandon. You grab onto the sides of the table, nails sinking into the wood to hold yourself steady as you take his rough fucking like a champ. 

“My god…your pussy feels so fucking good…so fucking good…” He growls, somehow going even harder and faster, making your tits bounce wildly at every slam of his hips against your ass. He’s watching you through the curtains of his unkempt hair, damp with sweat and your release—eyes dark and blown with lust, promising a night full of hard, nasty and obscene fucking until your body is begging for respite.

Goosebumps rise all over your arms, nearing your edge as you begin to clench around his cock even tighter. The table moves and screeches against the tiles beneath you, knocking everything else off the table at the same time—pencils and papers rolling onto the floor. The sound of your squelching pussy and the wet smack of skin against skin fills your ear, stimulating you even further towards insanity. 

Whimpers turn into moans and moans turn into screams. Marius grabs you by the hair again and pulls your body up before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you roughly, sucking and biting your lips—only releasing you when you start gasping for air. Occasionally his necklace would brush against your skin, pulling you back into a state of awareness every time your vision starts turning white.

Your arms are wrapped around him, fingers sinking into his back, leaving scratches deep enough to mark him. Meanwhile, he’s sucking into the skin above your collarbones, branding you with several angry red marks.

His cock begins to twitch erratically within your walls, signalling that he’s close to release. 

“Watch me fuck my load inside you—” He folds your body forward so you can look at where your body is connected, his huge cock pumping in and out in quick rough thrusts, jamming himself so deep until he finally explodes inside you, spraying your walls with his scalding hot spend. Immediately after, you start gushing around him. 

Your body convulses against him, the wave of orgasm comes crashing on you like a ton of bricks, so intense to a point of blacking out. Marius is not doing any better but he manages to hold onto your weight with one arm, pumping his cock with his other hand ensuring every single drop of his cum ends up inside you. Your gushing release is not helping in the matter, causing everything to overflow out of you, dripping between the crack of your ass and onto the paper beneath you. 

The floor plan drawing is now ruined with splotches of wet marks, a combination of both of your fluids, seeped into the paper. 

“Marius…the floor plan—“

He pulls you off the table and pushes your body against the wall beside you, tits and cheek pressed against the cold surface. Marius’ huge body pins you from behind, cock heavy and resting against your ass, twitching and ready for more. He slides his hand towards your pussy so he can splay your folds with his fingers, teasing your clit as he slowly eases his cock back inside you from behind, dragging out the most salacious moan out of you. 

With your forearms on either side of your head against the wall, you stick your ass out instinctively to meet his thrusts, hips steadied by his large hands as he begins to jam himself even deeper. Your combined fluids fall freely down your thighs, both your ass and his hips completely soaked with slick. 

The sight of your cunt creaming around him pushes him to the brink almost instantly and with stuttering hips and one particularly hard slam of his hips against your ass, he explodes again deep within you. You whimper breathlessly in pleasure, drooling on yourself as you relish at the feeling of his hot semen filling your womb. 

“Nnnghh babe…we’re making such a mess.” You hear him say, keeping your hips in place as he pulls out of you suddenly to watch his spend leak out of you. There’s so much of it, and you feel so full of him—feeling it exit your body profusely, dripping messily onto the, thankfully, marbled floor. 

Still, he’s nowhere near done with you. 

“Time to clean up!” He chuckles lightly and then he’s throwing you over his shoulder, making you yelp in surprise but make no effort to resist. You’re just grateful that it’s finally time to clean up and rest. 

Unfortunately for you, you thought wrong. 

After stripping you both completely naked, Marius bends you over the bathtub and starts fucking you once again, sliding in so easily with the help of his previous loads inside you. The sound of the water running filling up the tub is drowned out by the obscene wet sound of his balls slapping against your pussy. Your tits bounce heavily from the force of his hard fucking, nipples grazing against the cold porcelain, making them even more erect and swollen, overstimulating you to the point of crying in extreme pleasure. 

“Marius…oh my god…so good…please…want…” You look so debauched, with tears streaming down your face as you breathe with your mouth open almost as if the oxygen isn’t getting to your lungs fast enough. 

Your delirious ramblings made him chuckle. He’s completely fucked you dumb that words fail you and yet all you want is more of him inside you. You’ll never have enough of him and him of you. He’s practically sex on legs, his mere presence and voice can make you come untouched. Most days when he makes love to you, it’s gentle and romantic, pampering and spoiling you with pleasure like a Queen. On some particularly unhinged days like today, he’ll fuck you like a whore, unforgiving and rough, until the sun is up and until you’re filled to the absolute brim with his cum and then maybe, he’ll stop. 

The man’s stamina is something that needs to be studied, because what the fuck. 

Marius pulls your body upright, lifting up your right leg and then starts fucking you where you stand, penetrating you even deeper with his cock in that position. He circles his hand around your neck, pulling your body taut against him so he can nibble on your earlobe. “Can you take more, jiejie…hmm?”

His hand moves from your neck to massage your breast, pinching and pulling on your nipple and then doing the same to the other one. You mewl under his touch, every movement pushing you closer to the edge. 

“...please, yes. I can…want…more…”

“Fuck…” He growls against your ear, his movements quickly becoming more aggressive, determined to fuck you until your cunt remembers his shape. He lifts your leg up even higher, thankful for your flexibility because at this angle he gets to penetrate you even deeper, until the tip of his dick touches the opening of your womb. His large hand presses onto the spot just below your stomach, squeezing it slightly, mind going feral at the prospect of filling you up again for the nth time that night. Maybe you’re going insane but you swear your belly feels slightly distended every time he thrusts inside you. 

Feeling the pressure growing in the pit of your stomach, you turn your head slightly and watch him through half lidded eyes; his brows furrowed, eyes focused on his cock going in and out of you, his hair damp with sweat, cheeks red and sweat dripping down his chin from the heat—he looks so fucking sexy, especially when he’s reduced to that because of you. 

He notices you looking at him, and winks at you—but immediately throws his head back when your walls start to clamp tighter around him. His jaw clenches, pecs tightening as he will himself not to come undone just yet but you’re not making it easier for him as you deliberately begin to push your ass towards him, sliding him even deeper inside your tight walls. 

“Shit…you little minx…”

“The bathtub is filling up…” 

“Mmmm…you know what else is filling up?” He grins, rotating his hips to adjust himself in an angle before spearing straight into that sweet spot inside you, reaching a depth that makes your heart stop for a split second. You both moan loudly, coming undone together in explosive orgasms—your voice pitching to a hoarse scream as your cunt squeezes around him, coaxing every drop of cum from his balls. 

You’re so sickeningly full of him that every plunge pushes more and more of his cum out, past your joined flesh until it drips onto the floor. Some of it leaks down the inside of your thigh so he pulls out, scoops it up with the tip of his cock and pushes it back inside you, not letting any more go to waste. “Mmm…let’s keep it all inside yeah? Good girl…” He slumps against you, grinning against your neck. 

It’s difficult to think straight when you’re still in the midst of your orgasm so you nod lightly and rest your head against him, your body weak and trembling. 

Still plugged inside you, he wraps his arms around you from the back and kisses the top of your head before leaning over to turn off the tap, just in time before the water overflows. 

When he finally pulls out of you, you turn around and slide down his body, trailing your nails down his abs as you sink to your knees in front of him before wrapping your fingers around his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his skull and you hear him hiss the moment your tongue wraps around his cock. You begin to suck him off sloppily, his hips stuttering as he cums again at record speed, spurting semen inside the hot caverns of your mouth to which you swallow obediently. You moan happily around him, sending vibrations throughout his body, making him moan your name to the ceiling in pleasure. 

You pull him out of your mouth and continue stroking him with your small hand, watching his cock twitch as it shoots more cum onto your face and bare tits, drenching you with his scent. The smell of sex hangs heavily in the air, absolutely not helping at calming down your libido.

When he’s done, and you’ve drained every single drop of cum out of him, or so you thought, you lightly tap his cock against your breasts, smearing the fluids all over your skin just to get a reaction out of him. 

“You know babe…it’s almost as if you don’t want me to stop fucking you—” He laughs before scooping you off the floor and then gently places you inside the tub. Your body is welcomed by the warm temperature of the water, rewarding a brief respite that your body desperately needs after the sex marathon it went through. 

Marius slides in behind you, adjusting you to sit in between his legs so you can lean back against him. He runs his fingers through your hair and starts gently massaging your head before moving down to the same to your shoulders. You hum contentedly as you relax under his touch, soft and gentle, a huge contrast from all the manhandling previously. 

He lifts your arm and entwines his fingers with yours, his hand so big compared to yours. He brings your hand towards his lips and kisses your ring before dipping in to kiss the side of your head. “My wife…”

You chuckle softly. “Nuh-uh, not yet…”

He laughs and pokes your cheek playfully. “I just did things to you that are exclusively husband and wife things…”

You turn around and give him a look. “But you’ve been doing those ‘things’ to me even before you put this ring on my finger so—” 

“Okay fine, you don’t have to call me out like that…” He whines and buries his face against the crook of your neck, nuzzling like a cat. “I guess I’ve always considered you my wife…mine and mine only…” His voice is muffled but you hear him clearly. He’s so sweet it makes your heart clench. 

You pull away from him and crane your neck to plant a soft kiss on his pouty lips. Big baby. 

“I’m yours, Marius. And you’re mine. My big giant baby…” You kiss him on the cheek. “Always so needy…’ And then the tip of his nose. “Who just so happens to be very handsome…” Between his brows. “...and extremely sexy...” 

“Just like you.”

“Shhh…this is about you.”

“Mmmm yes please, praise me more.”

You clear your throat. “With an extremely big…giant…”

“...cock.” 

“...heart.”

Your eyes widen with surprise, feeling his stiff cock pressing against your back. His hands start kneading your breasts, causing your body to burn with desire once more almost instantly. 

“Marius…”

“I love you…need you…again…” He breathes against your skin, his touches making you melt against him willingly, ready for pleasure. He lifts your hips up, positions his cock against your hole and then gently sinks you down on him—stretching your cunt so deliciously. 

The warm water sloshes around you, threatening to flow over the bathtub as he begins to bounce you on his cock. You grip onto the sides of the tub to hold yourself steady as he pistons into you from below, the position allowing him to reach deeper inside you and it feels so fucking good.

It’s only an hour later and when your fingers have turned into prunes did you finally finish bathing, for real. 

In the comfort of your bed, you snuggle against the heat of his body, cheek pressed on his chest as you listen to his steady heartbeat. Soon after, with the exhaustion finally creeping in, you are both lulled into a deep slumber, safe and comfy in each other's arms.

When the gentle ray of sunshine hits your eye in the morning, you are stirred awake by Marius’ large hand squeezing onto the fat of your thigh. His eyes are still closed so he’s either still asleep or at least pretending to be. You reach up slowly to flick his eyelashes, too long for his own good as if he even needs them—and then poke his nose playfully. 

“Good morning…” You whisper softly, in a sing-songy tone and then watch as his mouth curls into a smirk. 

“Morning babe…” He responds, his morning voice husky and deep. He wraps his strong arm around you and pulls you close, pressing his morning erection against your clothed pussy. You mewl involuntarily, noticing how he’s already pulled his cock out of his briefs because you feel how hot and heavy he is against you. 

This is mornings with Marius. You’re either stirred awake by him eating your pussy or with his erection pressed against you, twitching and begging for attention. You have no complaints though, since you’re as needy as he is—your libidos are never fully satiated. So mornings like these help you to at least get it out of your system so you can go to work without thinking about wanting to get railed in the middle of typing a report. 

Marius moves closer to you and pulls your panties aside then starts rubbing his tip in between your folds, smearing them with precum. You wrap your arms around his neck and push yourself against him, so he can sink his cock inside you, joining your flesh once again. 

The morning sex is always gentle, as he will rock his hips against you, fucking you slowly while he wraps you in a tight embrace. It does however turn into something hot and heavy a few minutes later, with you gripping onto the sheet as you are washed over with back arching, toe curling orgasms, yes plural, because Marius is just too fucking good at using his cock to let you leave the bed with just one. 

It finally ends with him unloading inside you, filling your womb with a copious amount of cum until you leak messily onto the sheets, staining it white. Luckily for you, he’s learned how to do laundry and he promises to be the one to wash it whenever this happens.

On a hilarious note, you can imagine Payton jumping with joy at the thought of not having to wash whatever suspicious stains on Marius’ sheets ever again ever since you both decide to move out of the mansion. Bless the old man. 

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a/n: are yall breathing cus i most certainly am not lmao dm me with your thoughts and share me more brainrot 💜

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Agora Hills

Symphony Smut Series Day 14: Doja Cat's Agora Hills

Lyric - Suck a little dick in the bathroom

Pairings: bf!Chan × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, thigh riding, dry humping, oral (m recieving), missionary, oral stimulation, dom!chan, sub!reader, dirty talk, no actual sex just fingering and oral, implied p in v at the end, semi-public sex, Hannah is a menace.

A/N: I am really sorry for the slow pace with the fics everyone! But classes have started again and I'm kinda getting busy nowadays but I promise I'll complete the other ones in no time!

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Australia. Hot and Humid.

Even hotter with your boyfriend grilling meat on the beach, clad in a white tanktop which fitted around his muscles perfectly, making you almost visibly drool.

"You good unnie?" Hannah sat down on the warm sand next to you, "You've been staring at my brother for like half an hour."

"Im fine babe." You smiled at her as he handed you your popsicle, "I'm just admiring him."

"Normally I would say 'ew love' but I've noticed you've been very dick ridden for a long time." Hannah giggled, "So I have a solution."

"A solution to what exactly?" You asked her, tearing your eyes away from Chan's arms.

"So your problem is the sound right? Cause our house isn't exactly a sound proof studio." Hannah nudged closer to you, an impish smile on her face, "But through my recent experiments I've found out that the storage locker right next to you guys' bedroom is actually sound proof."

"Isn't a sound proof storage locker kinda dangerous?" You raised your brow at her to which she brushed it off and kept talking.

"Babygirl all I'm telling you is that my parents will be out for the whole afternoon tomorrow. So get in that storage locker and have some fun! Moan as loud as you want, no one's gonna hear. Well atleast the friends I'm inviting tomorrow won't."

You laughed at Hannah's unseriousness and ate the delicious popsicle in your hand, going back to drooling over your boyfriend's arms.

It wasn't a great plan, but it was the only one you had to fulfill your aching cunt

The next day went quicker than you had anticipated and before you know it, you were in the storage locker, with you mouth near Chan's cock, and his hands on the top of your hair.

Giving him head really wasn't a great beginning but you wanted to convince him to fuck you in his parents' storage locker so it was for the best.

You start with gentle long, slow licks from top to bottom the base, you know you´re doing a good job, when you hear Chan letting out his moans. You tease him a little with your tongue and he immediately responds by pushing your head further to him, your nose hitting his lower belly.

You make eye contact with him, both of your faces are sharing the same lust, that is now the main emotion, anger can´t no longer be found. You hold him in your throat for a few second before pulling out for a air, but you want to show him you can do it, so you dive back in, making him moan louder this time. You hoped fervently that Hannah was right about the sound proofness of the room. You could hear her friends and her laughing raucously in her room.

You can feel him twitch inside your mouth, he is close. Your movements are now slower and everything is just messier, spit is coming down your chin, onto your tits, which makes Chan go feral.

"Fuck- just like that, baby." You moan against him, which sends shivers up and down his spine. "You´re doing so good, so fucking good."

You move closer to him, his dick hitting the back of your throat, your hands are slowly coming to his balls, playing with them which makes Chan cum righ away.

Keeping still so he can send his full load down your throat, you proudly swallow it whole, like the good girl you are. "Just like that, good, very good-" Chan says out of breath. You lick him clean, not letting a single drip of cum go to waste.

You look like a mess, but so does Chan. One of his fingers finds your chin and he wipes the little cum you had on your lower lip. Bringing the finger into his mouth and tasting himself. "Hm, I don´t blame you, why are you so addicted to my taste... I’m quite delicious." He makes you stand up. "Oh shit the floor." You can see that you´ve ruined the carpet, it´s completly drenched from your juices. "We can clean the floor later baby, I need your cunt first."

Chan gripped your hips tight and sat you down on his thigh, as he plopped into an old armchair, which was weirdly very pristine in its conditon.

"Take what you want, sweetheart." He whispered, hot breath brushing against your neck. A soft moan couldn't help but seep through the parting of your lips as Chan began to rock your hips against his leg - arousal pooling further in your panties.

"Chan," you groan when he cups your breasts, squeezing firmly but not too hard, just the way you love it, his fingers grazing over your nipples and pulling on them softly, dragging more sinful noises out of you. "I need you," you sigh out, lolling your head back as he starts to kiss down your jaw and along your neck, nibbling softly and smirking against yours skin at the feeling of your hips grinding against her harder, needing to ease the incessant throb between your legs, the intolerable heat that only he could help you with, "Please."

"You're so impatient baby," he teases, sucking on part of your skin to leave a mark, his hands moving away from your chest to your ass, guiding you against his thigh once again, a groan leaving you at his slower pace. "You'll get what you want soon," Chan murmurs, tilting his head back up to meet your lips, claiming them briefly and messily before lowering his head to kiss along your collar bones, sucking another mark as he knew you loved it. His parents might question where those marks came from, but the mosquito population was quite high in Australia so it wasn't a stress for Chan.

Chan gripped your hips again and took you off of his thigh, swiftly ripping your panties off and disposing of them by the side.

"Bend against that counter for me darling." He commanded, leading you over to the marble counter, "let me fuck you from behind yeah?"

“Oh my g-god, Chan!” You loudly whined before he covered your mouth with his big palm, other hand pushing your hips a bit forward so he could probably bend your body however he pleased, making your ass perfectly stick out for him to fuck.

He groaned behind you as you felt his hand squeezing your hip, abdomen already slapping against your back while you choked on your sobs behind his hand.

“Oh f-fuck,” he dropped his forehead against the back of your head as the pace of his hips went up, making you roll your eyes into the back of your head.

"Oh fuck this." Chan growled, before pulling out and flipping you over with agression filling his veins. He hadn't fucked you for so long and he was relishing the noises you were making which was always his favourite song.

“Channie, please!” You begged in a whiny tone, making him chuckle, “Please what, little one? You have to tell me what you want or I can’t give it to you,” he kissed your shoulder blade before he focused his eyes on his two fingers and how they were rubbing your clit before he shoved them slowly into you, making your head fall forward.

“Oh no, no, no baby,” he laughed deeply, “you stay here while I play with you,” he harshly grabbed the roots of your hair and pulled your head back up, making you groan as he continued fingering your wet cunt.

Your toes curled and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his thumb make contact with your clit, the nub already starting to stimulate just by the touch of his finger. You felt your clit throb against his fingers as he rubbed small circles on it, the rhythm in sync with the fingers he was pushing inside of you.

Your back flushed against his chest as you felt yourself getting closer to that sweet release of euphoria, your shaky breaths and whimpers getting muffled as you pressed the palm of your hand against your mouth. Just as you were approaching that all too familiar release, Chan pulled his hands away quickly.

"Channie!" You protested, reaching for his hands again, in your dumb doll state.

"Tch tch so impatient for me." Chan clicked his tongue, looking at you with dark eyes, "you'll get my cock darling don't worry."

"And I'll make sure everyone hears what sort of a needy cockdumb slut you are for me."

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[wingedjellyfishflight]

The Bang Game

Ghost hated being paired with a female sniper. He thought Price was joking at first, and he tried his hardest to force you to wash you out. You refused to quit, despite ending up in medical several times due to his abusive tactics. You always made up a cover story for it, though. He didn't know that for weeks until a nurse asked him to look out for you and your clumsiness.

When he did give in, it was all-encompassing. No one else was allowed to hurt or push you, or they would face his wrath. A game developed between the two of you. "Who is the sneakier sniper?" The goal was to sneak up on the other without being seen until you touch them or whisper, "bang" in their ear. This has led to both you and Ghost being impossible to find for days and sometimes weeks at a time when between missions. At first, the competition was who could sneak up on others, but the wheezing and heart clutching that Price did when you whispered "bang" and Ghost stood up a few feet away, cursing you out, scared you both a bit too much, so you agreed to limit it getting each other.

Ultimately, this has led to some rather uncomfortable situations between you and a building tension as you see each other in more and more compromising situations. The first time you see Ghost taking his mask off, you stand up, covering your eyes, game be damned. He startles, then realizes what you are doing. "Luv, just look and be done with it. No secrets between us, now." You brace yourself, then lower your hands, drinking in every inch of his face before he lowers the mask back over it. "Now, get out." You nearly run from the room with a blinding smile on your face.

When you felt a caress while touching yourself in your bed a week later, you had to bite back a moan. Ghost's eyes were wide, pupils blown, watching your every move. Covering yourself, you sent him packing, evening ruined and feeling guilty thinking that his name was what you were chanting in your head.

A week later, you sneak under his bed to wait for him. He walks in hours later, locking the door behind him, and takes off his mask, hanging it up. Laying back on his bed with his boots flat on the floor, you hear him unbuttoning his pants. You flush, trying to ignore the sounds of him slowly stroking himself, but fail, feeling your body heat up. After what feels like an immensely long time, you hear, "You gonna tap out or join in, Luv?" Sliding out on your belly and standing, you glance at the locked door before turning to face him.

"You sure, Ghost? Can't turn back once you fuck me," you say with a wink, confidence pouring off of you, despite the nervousness in your gut. Your eyes feel nearly locked onto his cock as he slowly strokes up and down.

He growls, "I'm not worried. You're stuck with me now." You nod and unlace your boots, toeing them off, then begin unbuttoning your pants. He stands, pressing his cock into your stomach, and wraps his long fingers around your wrists. "Allow me." When you pause, he grabs your shirt and rips it off of you. Your noise of protest goes unacknowledged, but he is less destructive with the rest of your clothes, carefully unhooking your bra and tugging your panties off.

You reach for his hem and push his hands away when he tries to help. Slowly lifting it, you kiss each scar that is revealed. Once you have it off, you push him back down onto his bed and jerk his pants out of the way. You straddle his thighs and lean in for a kiss. "Last chance to back out, Ghost." He smirks at your teasing grin.

"Ride my cock, Luv. Show me what you've got." You line yourself up, slowly sinking down on his long cock. The grin is gone by the halfway point, replaced by a look of concentration as he fills your passage to its limits. When your hips meet, your cunt is already clenching tight around him. "Attagirl, takin my whole cock. You gonna cum on me already? C'mon, move your hips." He smirks at you, thinking he may have to take over and show you what a man can do.

You growl at his cocky attitude and start moving quickly, squeezing tightly as he slides in. His smirk is wiped away, and with every roll of your hips, it becomes clear to Ghost that he will not last long. He pulls you down into a kiss before flipping you on all fours so he can take charge. He drives deep into you, lifting your hips until he finds an angle that makes you whimper excitedly. Sighing in relief internally, he reaches down to tease your clit. "That's it, Luv. Cum for me." He drives harder into that spot and you try and fail to form words, looking back at him over your shoulder, which he delights in. "Fuckin you dumb just might become my new favorite thing after all." His smirk is back in full force. If he times it right, he knows, he can make you cum twice.

Suddenly, you're over the edge, gripping his cock tight inside and squirting on his stomach. The sudden splash across his abs makes him positively feral. He drives hard and fast into you, cock throbbing as he lets loose, filling your cunt with cum.

"Sorry, tried to warn you," you pant back at him with a wry grin, collapsing onto your front with a sigh.

"Never fuckin warn me, Luv. You were right. God damn addicting." He carefully pulls out and stands up. He finally undresses, taking off his boots and clothes. He cleans you with the remains of your shirt, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Pulling away, you start to get up only for him to press you back down. "You're not gonna run off now. Nobody'll miss us for at least a day or two. You can spend the night, though I won't guarantee much sleep." The feeling when he wraps his entire body around yours, nuzzling into your shoulder, is almost as good as sex. You've never known Ghost to be this gentle and this affectionate, but you could definitely get used to this in the privacy of his quarters. And the way he kisses your neck has you already well on the way to round two.

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[awritessomething]

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 | max verstappen x fem!reader

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | After Max broke Sebastian Vettels 9 win in a row record, his girlfriend wants to show how proud she is by doing the same.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut, pre-established relationship, sub!max dom!reader, p in v, riding, doggy, shower sex, oral both!receiving, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink, toys, dacryphilia, somnophilia, dry humping, thigh-fucking, semi-public sex, fluff at beginning and end. No use of Y/N.

Inspired by: @buckyhad

After Max won the race and broke Sebastian Vettel’s record, his girlfriend and just about every other fan of his in the world was screaming and cheering for him. Excitement and disappointment washed over the crowd of Formula 1 fans, everyone taking in Max’s win in different ways. He seemed to be impossible to beat seeing as he just got the new record and had defeated the Monza curse all in one race.

When he came searching for his girlfriend once he finished up with all the formalities and celebrations with the public, he found her sitting in his driver room. The second Max walked in, he was met with the girl in his arms. She pulled him down into a loving and excited kiss. Her arms remained tight around him, making Max smile into the kiss. He could feel how proud she was even when she hadn’t said anything yet.

“Good job, Max! I’m so proud of you, baby.” She peppered kisses all along his face and jaw. Even when they had been dating for quite some time, she still managed to get him flustered. “You did so good.” The praises just kept on coming as she now moved him to sit on the couch she had been sitting on. She was perched on his lap, running her hands through his hair. Of course he was tired and wanting a bit of a break, but he knew that it was impossible to get that with her there.

“Thank you.” Max smiled up at his girlfriend, not telling her anything about how tired he was. She knew that he was exhausted and slipped off of his lap. He assumed that she would just be heading off to talk to the other drivers and WAGs, but no. He watched as she dropped to her knees in front of him and pressed a kiss to his thigh. “What are you doing?” He asked and brushed her hair out of her face, wanting to see her.

“Congratulating you?” She said it as if it was the world’s most obvious thing. She was quick to pull down his pants, leaving him barely any time to even react. He had gotten decently hard just from her sitting on his lap, so with a few quick strokes of her hand, he was fully erect.

“No teasing, please.” Max watched her with furrowed brows and when she glanced up at him, his breath hitched. Her pupils were blown and her lips were bitten from how she had been thinking about him earlier and from how she had kissed him messily just a few moments prior.

“I didn’t plan on it.” She gave him an innocent smile that left when she wrapped her mouth around his cock, tongue swirling around the tip. His head fell back with a groan, hand staying on the back of her head. Max didn’t push her head down, he just kept his hand there to feel her. She slowly took him all the way into her mouth, gagging slightly when she felt his tip hit the back of her throat. His hips jumped at the vibrations of her throat and she choked but continued to suck him off. One of her hands moved to his balls, gently fondling and squeezing them. Max knew to stay quiet while they did this, the other drivers or anyone outside might be able to hear what they were doing.

“Shit- I’m already close.” With Max’s words, her lips tightened around his cock and she moaned quietly, vibrations flowing through his whole body. His legs shook for a moment and his thigh muscles flexed as he bucked his hips, cumming down her throat. Max’s head fell back as he gasped her name. His eyes opened as he looked down at her, feeling her mouth leave his cock with a pop. She opened her mouth, showing how she had swallowed every drop of his cum.

“Good?” She asked, teasing him slightly as his chest heaved while he caught his breath. He nodded and she pulled his pants back up. After he went out to get some drinks with the other drivers, Max would come home and find her there waiting for him.

“I’ve got to go, I’ll see you in a while?” He brushed the hair from her eyes and she nodded. She had stood up and so had Max, looking down at her.

“Yeah, of course. Again, congrats on the win.” She pressed a kiss to her boyfriend’s cheek and watched as he walked away. She didn’t have much left to do, so she went back home. She didn’t talk too much with the other WAGs or drivers, so there was nothing left for her. She arrived at their house and just laid around, playing with their cats and looking at clips from the race. That was when she got an idea. 10 wins was his record on the track, in bed his record was about 5 in a day. She wanted to beat that as well.

One down, nine to go.

When she arrived back at their house, she laid on their bed, wondering what she might be able to do to beat that record. She had a little box sitting under the bed, it had different toys in it that she only really used when Max was off in some other country for a race and she couldn’t wait. Thinking about that box, she leaned off of the bed and pulled it out. The contents inside were sort of limiting what she could do. Dildo? No. Handcuffs? Maybe. Vibrator? That thought lingered for a moment as she imagined the things she could do to him using one. Yes.

Max would come back home soon, it was still early in the afternoon and she knew that she had to squeeze in nine orgasms for him. When she heard the front door open and heard him call out her name, she got onto her feet almost immediately. She rushed down the stairs and into his arms.

“Jeez, you’re excited.” Max teased but hugged her back. He couldn’t see the smirk that she held, nor could he know her intentions. She reached up and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, dragging him into the living room and shoving him down onto a chair. “What are you doing?” He looked up at her when she moved onto his lap.

“What do you think?” She could feel the forming bulge in his pants and smiled at him innocently. Max shifted underneath her for some friction, groaning loudly.

“You’re insatiable.” He put his hands on her hips. He mainly expected for them both to just strip naked, but when he slowly started moving her hips against his, he knew that wouldn’t happen. Max sucked in a sharp breath, biting his lip.

“You ok?” She gently touched his chin and made him look up at her while she ground her hips down onto his. He could barely meet her eyes, his brows knit together. His cock was still somewhat sensitive from earlier, but it made everything just feel better.

“I’m not gonna last…” Max’s fingers dug I go her hips so hard that they would likely leave bruises.

“That’s fine, Max. Cum for me.” She let go of his chin but still watched his face when he came. His muscles tensed as he groaned out curses of her name. When she stood back up, she could see the little wet spot on his jeans.

“Damn it, I gotta buy new jeans.” He grumbled and stood up. She hummed and reached over for his belt buckle, undoing it and slipping it off before pushing his pants down to the hardwood floor. He looked down at her, a bit taken back by her sudden boldness.

Two down, eight to go.

“May as well take them off then, right?” She cupped the bulge in his boxers and smiled. His eyes shut from the touch and he moved away for a moment. Max reopened his eyes and looked at his girlfriend, smiling and ruffling her hair.

“Cute.” He scoffed and then followed her upstairs and into their room. When they laid down together, both doing their own things, Max thought that maybe she was done with sex for the day. She was reading a book and he was watching clips from the race and looking at posts on social media. That was until she took one hand off of her book and slipped it under the covers, moving it into his boxers. He glared at her.

“What are you looking at, Max?” She leaned over and looked at his phone, her head on his shoulder. He could feel her arm moving against his own while she jerked him off.

“C- shit… clips from the race.” Max choked out when her grip on his cock tightened ever so slightly. Her hand was working him quickly, making his lips part.

“Can you explain some to me?” She asked, glancing up at him for a second. His eyes were clouded from lust, but he did his best to try and explain things to her. Every sentence would be interrupted with a moan or a groan. She moved onto kissing his neck at the same time, leaving him whining and sighing her name.

“I cant…” Max whispered, his back slightly arched off of the bed. She used part of her arm to push him back down flat on the bed as she continued to stroke him. His head fell to the side and he dropped his phone onto his chest.

“Its ok, Max. You’re fine.” Her voice was soft in his ear while she pressed a kiss to it. He groaned her name and thrusted up into her hand. She pulled down the covers a bit to see how his shirt had ridden up and his abdomen was exposed.

“Too fast!” His thighs tensed and he hissed through his teeth. She looked over at him and slowed her hand but felt him groan in frustration. Taking another look at him, she knew what he was meaning by that. Max wasn’t complaining about the speed, he was just embarrassed about how fast he was about to cum again. She went back up to her former speed and heard him let out a loud groan. With one more flex of his abs and a buck of his hips, he came all along his shirt and lower abdomen.

Three down, seven to go.

“There you go.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek and stood up from the bed while he was still panting. Walking into their shared washroom, she grabbed a cloth and washed her hands. She wiped off the cum on his abdomen and watched as he pulled off his shirt. When she laid back down, he pulled her into his arms and then continued watching the video from before.

“You’re killing me, by the way.” He mumbled in her ear and she simply laughed. Her hands were brought to her chest and she was pretty much laying on top of him. Maxs hand slid down her stomach and went to go push away her panties, feeling guilty that she hadn’t had the chance to cum yet. She moved away from him shook her head. Max looked at her with a blank expression, not quite sure of what she might want.

“Not with your hands, Max. I need more than that from you.” She gave him a quick pat on the chest and smiled. Max felt his cock twitch at the idea of taking her, although he was still recovering from his previous orgasm. “Can you do it?” Her voice was teasing as she sat up and slipped off her panties.

“I can.” Max tried to sound more confident than he truly was. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last. Sitting up beside her, he watched as she moved to lay on her stomach, back arched to put her ass in the air. His hands gripped her hips and he took in a deep breath before pushing his cock into her.

“Shit…” She hissed when his hips were pressed up against her, leaving him balls deep inside of her. Max let out a quiet whimper and an even quieter moan of her name. His legs shook a little while they both took a second to adjust. Once decent, his thrusts picked up, slow and steady. Max had to bite his lip to contain his whines while he grew a bit more confident and moves his hips quicker. Her eyes rolled back while she gripped the sheets, moaning his name shamelessly.

“Oh my god-“ Max groaned and his head fell back, trying desperately to hold back his orgasm that was approaching at such an embarrassing rate. He wanted her to cum first, he wouldn’t be able to deal with himself if he couldn’t make her cum. Watching her twitch and tremble under him made him feel better about himself as his cock dragged against her walls. She clamped down around him as if she was trying to cut off his dick, making him whine out her name.

“More!” She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts desperately, feeling one of his hands move under her to go to her clit. Rubbing at the bundle of nerves, her eyes rolled back. Max panted and his legs shook. With just a couple more hard and deeper thrusts, she came with a moan of his name. Max kept moving for a couple more seconds before shooting his cum inside of her, his grip on her hips becoming bruising.

They stayed connected for a while longer, catching their breaths before Max pulled out with a grunt. Letting go of her hips, she laid back down comfortably on the bed. Max pressed a kiss to the space between her breasts and smiled.

“Thank you.” She looked up at him and moved his sweaty hair out of his forehead. The strands of blonde hair stuck to his skin. Max pulled her into his arms and she put her legs around him.

Four down, six to go.

She was running out of ideas as to how she could make him cum. With only two more real ideas, she wasn’t sure what to do. She grabbed onto one of his arms, looking at his watch to check the time. It was getting somewhat late now.

“What are you looking at?” Max asked, watching his girlfriends movements closely. She hummed quietly and put his arm back around her.

“The time. Its only 7:00, 5 hours until midnight.” He was confused by this statement but nodded along. He still hadn’t caught on to what she was doing to him. With two ideas left, she would have to find four other ways to make him cum within five hours. She let his eyes close while he held onto her, drifting off to sleep. This was fine with her seeing as it would let him get back some of his energy as well as giving her new ideas. Her mind raced with the possibilities and she came up with four.

About an hour or so later, Max was still asleep but she had managed to wiggle out of his arms. Pressing a kiss to her boyfriends cheek, one of her hands moved down and slowly started pumping him, feeling him harden in her hand. Slipping under the covers, she moved down to his cock, wrapping her lips around it and sucking at his tip. His breathing quickened but he still hadn’t woken up quite yet. Quiet moans left his throat and when she took him all the way down her throat, that was when he woke up. He hadn’t fully comprehended what was happening until he found himself peeking under the covers and seeing her there, lips around him. His head fell back and he let out a guttural moan.

“Shit…” Max’s hand got tangled in her hair, gently guiding her and pushing her a little bit. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes when her nose ticked his abdomen and his cock hit the back of her throat. He picked his head back up and looked under the covers again, watching her. Her mascara was running as a tear ran down her face. Max thrusted up into her throat and wrapped his fingers up in her hair, now taking control of her movements.

With each push of her head, the tip of his cock slammed against the back of her throat. She was holding onto his thighs to even stay upright as she whined around his cock. Max had turned her hair into a ponytail in his hands, tugging at it roughly. She couldn’t have asked for anything more. Max could barely even keep his eyes open as the pleasure and sensitivity was completely ruining him, turning him into some animal.

His voice was almost completely gone as he cried her name while cumming down her throat, holding her head there. He didn’t even notice that he was choking her until she gave him a pat on the thigh to ask for air.

“I’m sorry. Are you ok?” Max asked as she had her eyes closed with her head out from under the sheets. She opened them and then opened her mouth, showing she swallowed every drop of his cum. Max felt his cock manage to twitch again.

Five down, five more to go.

“I’m fine, honey.” She kissed him on the cheek and laid down with her head on his chest. When she felt his hands holding onto her thighs and slowly spreading them, she lifted her head. “Max?” She muttered his name, her confusion obvious as she watched.

“I wanna return the favor.” Max whispered in her ear before moving under the sheets and putting his head in between her thighs. Her close were long discarded, leaving him complete access to everything he wanted. She couldnt turn down his offer, so she simply watched him lick experimental stripes up her folds. Each touch had shivers running down her spine.

“Max no I cant let you…” She cut herself off with a moan once one of his fingers pressed inside of her. No more words besides embarrassing pleas and curses of his name left her lips. Max pumped his fingers inside of her, curling them ever so often as he ran them against her G-spot. Her sobs and begs were enough for Max to rut his hips against the bed in hopes of release. She was tugging on his hair and trying to push his head away as he sucked on her clit, flicking it with his tongue.

Max felt his sixth orgasm approaching and struggled to keep up with his movements but put everything towards trying to help her feel good as well. Her words were completely unintelligible as her eyes squeezed shut, the only warning of her climax being her shaking legs and the tightened grip on his hair. Hearing her whines and cries of his name followed with begs to stop, he came once again without her even knowing. Max released her and sat back up, moving to her side.

“I feel bad, Max. I didn’t even get to touch you.” She apologized and put her head on his shoulder, catching her breath. Max stroked her hair and shrugged.

“Its ok… I came.” Her head lifted so that she could glance at him. The ends of her lips twitched into a smile.

Six down, four to go.

“Aww… ok. Come on, let’s take a shower.” She watched as Max stood up and put out his hand for her, bringing her up onto her feet and leading her into their washroom.

“Whats been up with you today? I cant even breathe without you on top of me.” He was genuinely curious as to what she was doing. Somehow, he hadn’t managed to catch on yet.

“Nothing, just really need you.” She breathed out her words as she stepped under the water. Max followed her in and put his hands on her hips, keeping her close as his face fell into the crook of her neck. She could feel his cock pressed up against her. When he started thrusting between her thighs, fucking them, she squeezed her thighs together. That extra friction drew a moan out of Max as he held onto her hips with a bruising grip.

“Shit… you feel so good.” Max grunted as he dropped his face into the crook of her neck and panted. She put a hand on the cold and wet shower wall, using it to keep herself standing. She felt as Max dropped his head into the crook of her neck, allowing her to hear his quiet sounds that were muffled by her skin.

“I won’t last… so sensitive.” He gasped and his rhythm began to falter. She crossed her legs just partially to make it even tighter around his cock. Max choked out a strangled moan and came with a gasp of her name and Dutch gibberish. His cum went right down the drain.

“What a waste…” She sighed quietly and let him pull away. She pressed a kiss to his lips once she turned around. Maxs legs were a bit shaky, pretty much forcing her to give his cock a teasing squeeze to hear him cry.

Seven down, three to go.

The rest of the shower was innocent, just a couple washing each other. Her hands barely ever left his body, almost always touching him. Max was absolutely exhausted though, so he couldn’t have pushed her away or denied her even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t. Once she stepped out of the shower, he followed right behind her like a lost puppy. Apparently 7 orgasms can make a man a bit clingier than normal. The towel fell to the floor once she reached the side of their bed. Max watched it fall and then allowed his to follow.

“I’m so tired…” Max’s voice was soft as he laid down next to her. His head was resting on her chest and his eyes were beginning to close until she slid out of the bed and grabbed the box kept under it. Of course he had seen it once or twice when she showed him what she did when they were apart, but that was it. “What are you doing?” He asked drowsily, watching her open up the shoebox and pull something from it. He couldn’t make out what it was, so he let it go.

There was a movie playing on their TV, one that she had turned on to distract Max and think he was being delusional about the box. Once she was back in bed, the toy was laid beside her. He looked so tired that for a split second, she almost felt guilty for overstimulating him like this. It wasn’t something they had ever done before, it was usually 3 orgasms max and then they were done. In all honesty, she was a bit surprised that Max was able to take it. After the third one, she did notice the shaking and trembling in his abs.

“Max, you ok?” She whispered and ran her hands through his hair. His head was resting on her chest and his eyes shut.

“I’m fine, just tired.”

“You ok for a little bit more? You know the safe word, baby.”

“Mhm…” Max sounded so drowsy that she wasn’t exactly sure that he knew what he was saying. She pressed a sweet kiss to the top of his head while nudging him to get him to sit up. He did as he was told, sitting up with his head resting on the headboard. Her touches started off gentle, gentle kisses along his face moving to one’s down his neck and chest. He slowly woke up more and more as he could feel his cock beginning to grow harder once more. Her kisses went lower and lower until her lips touched his abdomen, using her teeth to nip at the thin skin. Max winced and gripped onto the sheets, watching her every move. He wondered if she would go to suck him off again, but knew that it was unlikely.

“Give me your hands, Max.” Her voice was demanding and not as soft as it had been before. Max obliged, putting out his hands and seeing how she reached for the ties that she had picked out before. She tied his wrists to the bed posts, not allowing him to touch her. Max put his head on the pillow and looked up at her, eyes widened in a mix of excitement and fear.

“What are you doing?” Max whispered softly, lifting his hips towards her to get more comfortable. She ran her hands over his abdomen, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his hip bone. His breath hitched as he felt her hand wrap around his overly sensitive cock. His mind went blank with the simple touch, the feeling of pain melting away into pleasure. Every little touch of her hand was too much, he was already squirming under her.

“Sit still.” She hissed and used her other hand to keep his hips pinned to the bed. Max let out a frustrated whine and felt his body twitch. He didn’t know what he had planned for her. His voice was scratchy and about to completely just vanish as he choked out strangled and weak moans with each stroke.

“Too- ah- too sensitive.” Max arched his back, moaning and whining shamelessly. She was entertained by how he acted over a haphazard handjob.

“You know our system, Max. You can stop me if you want to. Color?” She let go of his cock and heard him groan.

“…green.” He whispered embarrassedly, trying to lift his hips and find her hand once more. She hummed and reached over to the vibrator, flicking it on to the lowest setting. His eyes widened but before he could even fully process what was happening, the toy was pressed against his tip. “Fuck!” Max thrashed his head to the side, his whole body spasming.

The vibrator buzzed around his tip, speeding up as she flicked it to the 2nd setting. He came once again, crying her name and feeling tears stream down his cheeks.

Eight down, two to go.

The overstimulation made his mind go completely blank. Her small hand wrapped around his cock, adding onto the stimulation. For some reason, seeing him writhe and sob was enough for her to turn the vibrator up to the highest setting. His moans got quieter and she looked up to see him with his jaw dropped, silent moans being all he could give. With a messy thrust of his hips, he came again.

“You didn’t even last a minute, Maxie.” She smiled and turned the vibrator off. He panted and eventually caught his breath and collected his thoughts.

Nine down, one more to go.

“Wait… how many times have I…?” Max panted out his question, chest heaving.

“Nine, baby.” She never kept track of the numbers unless she was doing it for something. That ended up being how Max figured out what was going on.

“You sneaky little bitch. I see what you’ve been doing.” Max hissed but she just laughed at him. He couldn’t hold back a little smile from hearing her laughter.

“Well, can you give me one more? Or are you just… done.” She teased, her fingers tracing loving shapes over his chest. Max looked up at him, admiring her every move.

“One more. May as well, right?” Max accepted what she was trying to do. She smiled and nodded.

“Just let me know if you change your mind.” She reassured him while moving on top of him. She watched as he tugged on the restraints, desperately trying to hold onto her hips or just touch her as she rubbed his tip over her entrance. Max was already pushing crescents into his palms, gasping.

With one quick movement, she dropped onto his cock. He filled her up perfectly and for a quick moment, she had forgotten to watch him. Max was writhing beneath her, back arched, eyes rolled back. Her jaw dropped at the sight of him, so she decided to roll her hips against him. Max choked out a strangled moan, hips thrusting up.

“I’m not gonna last long..” Max warned her between sobs. She stroked his cheek and smiled.

“I don’t need you to last.” She whispered and started riding him, focusing on making him feel good. Max could barely even breathe from the pleasure that coursed through his whole body. He couldn’t handle it. His chest was heaving, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Please-“ Max choked and bucked his hips again. He whined and continued trying to escape the restraints. “Let me hold you.” He begged and she bit her lip before nodding and removing the restraints from his wrists. Max immediately moved to hold onto her.

“Come on, handsome.” She smiled down at him and wiggled her hips. He clung to her as if she would leave the second he let go. His cock was twitching inside of her, begging for release. She knew his body as if it was her own. “Cum for me, baby.”

“Oh fuuuuck…” Max moaned out a curse and then a groan of her name following, cumming almost immediately from her words. He bucked his hips up, whole body twitching.

Ten down.

She pulled off of his cock and laid down next to him, humming and pulling him into her arms. She let him cling to her while he calmed down from his tenth orgasm.

“You did it, Max.” She smiled, tracing comforting patterns over his back. Max closed his eyes and buried his head into the crook of her neck.

“I’m gonna get you back for that.” Max warned and she laughed as he moved impossibly closer to her. Whispering soft praises in his ear, she let him fall asleep in her arms.

#max verstappen #max verstappen smut #formula1 #formula1 smut #f1 #f1 smut #mv1

[oracle-of-dream]

Sweetness #5

Minors DNI

Summary: This is a continuation of Sweetness #4, Sohee's been avoiding you–much to your dismay. You're going to have to corner him if you want to keep your plan on track...

Warnings: Male Reader, Virgin Sohee, Blowjob, Handjob, Riding, Pet names (Love, Sweetness), Thick Cock Sohee, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Crying, Cum swallowing, Creampie, Cockwarming, Talking through it

Wordcount: 3.6k

Your dreams were almost a review of the last few days. Sungchan, Anton, Seunghan, Eunseok, and now Shotaro. A collection of memories, each full of pleasure made you sweat under the covers. The whole thing seemed silly at this point. Fucking your friends to get back at them for trying to take advantage of you. Was anyone really being punished? Or were you actually just wanting to have fun with each of them? So what if you enjoyed having sex with them? It's not like things would be different... right?

You tossed and turned as doubt stacked in your mind. Were you really making the right call by going overboard in your plan? It was just supposed to be an act to catch them, but you still ended up having sex by the end of it. With Shotaro, you didn't even bother keeping up the act for long...

If you stopped now, what would they think? What if Sohee thought you hated him? You can't stop now. You have to see it through to the end.

In the morning, your thighs were still sore from your early morning visit to the bathroom with Shotaro so you took your time before getting out of bed. It was 11 AM when you came out of your room, the others were whispering with each other which stopped when you walked in.

"Good morning, y/n... How are you feeling?" Anton asked.

You rubbed the back of your neck. "I'm okay, I think the pain in my back and neck is almost gone. I must've slept weird and it messed me up pretty badly."

The others exchanged looks with each other, all having some sort of understanding in their eyes. They were probably talking about if they'd tell you–maybe then you'd come clean.

"We're glad you're doing a bit better. Sungchan's finishing breakfast any minute now, so come sit." Seunghan told you as he pulled out a chair.

"Aww, I wanted y/n to sit next to me!" Shotaro complained.

"He sat with you last time," Eunseok said, seated on the other side of your empty chair. Sitting between them reminded you of being sandwiched between them in bed. You shook your head, tossing the thought aside, as you fixed your pants so your bulge wouldn't show. You only thought about it for a split-second but you were already getting hard from remembering it.

"I'll sit next to Sohee and Wonbin," You said as you moved toward the two.

"Shotaro, you can have my seat since you want to sit with y/n," Sohee muttered. Shotaro was happy to take Sohee's seat if he could sit by you. You noted Sohee's distance from you but knew you couldn't bring it up now. It would only make noise where you didn't need it.

Sungchan served breakfast, slightly burned sausages with waffles and juice. Everyone ate quietly, the sound from the nearby TV kept the room from completely silent. The news said that the snowstorm was ending, and the ice should begin to melt tonight, meaning you could go home tomorrow. You were running out of time... You eyed Sohee as he ate, he tried to avoid your gaze but you knew he could see you looking at him. As soon as he finished his plate, you stood and scooped it off the table.

"I'll take this for you, Sohee," You said warmly, smiling at him.

He nodded, trying not to look at your face. "Thank you," He muttered before getting up and moving to the couch in the living room to be closer to the TV. You put the dishes in the sink, which Anton was responsible for cleaning according to the others, and made your way to sit on the couch. You were a comfortable distance from Sohee, but you noticed he shifted away from you as you sat down. Only a few minutes before he got up and walked into the bathroom. Wonbin took his place on the couch, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Why are you following Sohee so closely?"

"I'm not–"

"You watched him like a cat on a rat. I'm sure he felt it."

You sighed. "Does Sohee have an issue with me? He's not normally so distant... Did I do something?"

Wonbin chuckled before leaning in to whisper, "You mean other than fuck his bandmates?"

You hit his shoulder. "Shut up! He only knows about Sungchan and Anton."

"And we all know about Shotaro."

Your eyes rang. "Huh, how'd you know about that?"

"Do you think we're all deaf? No one moans that loud in the bathroom with seven other people in the house unless someone is helping them." Wonbin smirked at you and poked you with his elbow. "And, Shotaro came clean before you woke up. The guilt of breaking the promise ate him up, I suppose."

"Thanks for the heads up."

"Are you planning on going after Sohee next? Or me? We're the last two you haven't seduced." Wonbin's light-hearted smirk shifted sharply with an analyzing glare. "I don't know that game you're playing, but I think I'm starting to figure you out."

"Wonnie, I don't have a game anymore... It was funny at first, but things just spiraled. I don't know if I can keep it up anymore." You sighed heavier as you leaned your head on Wonbin's shoulder.

He pulled you closer, shifting so you could lay your body on his. "I don't think Sohee hates you or anything. I think he's nervous for his turn with you."

"Why would he be nervous–it's not like I want to hurt him."

Wonbin looked around, checking to see the bathroom door still shut. "Don't tell him I told you. Sohee's still a virgin, he's nervous about his first time–not just because it's you, but he's never been with someone else."

You buried your head in Wonbin's chest. "How can I do it now!? I can't do that to him... His first time should be with someone he cares about, something special. Not something I trick him into..."

"Well, you can't really back out. He's expecting you to approach him now. He told all of us after Shotaro spilled the news."

"How can I approach him? The cover is that he has to make me. He's too sweet to do that."

Wonbin shrugged. "That's not really my problem. You're the one he's nervous about. So, find a way to make him comfortable or something." He rubbed your head softly. "Or, you can skip him–probably break his kind heart, and fuck me."

You turned over to look at him. "I didn't think you'd be so excited to have sex with me."

"I feel like I'm owed for keeping all this a secret, plus helping you with Sohee. And it's only right I get a turn if everyone else does. I deserve you most, don't you think?" Wonbin's playful smirk came back. He loved to tease you, pulling you by your waist to make you blush; moaning in your ear, making you brush his hair, even grabbing your ass when he passed. If anyone in Riize felt like your boyfriend, it was him. Maybe that's why you were always so open with him.

"Well, regardless if you think you deserve me, I'm getting Sohee first. I'd cry if I made him sad..." You heard the bathroom door open. "I've gotta go, keep the others busy?"

"We already promised Sohee we'd stay out of his way."

"Since when did you guys have so many secret conversations without me?"

Wonbin pushed you off him, urging you toward Sohee's room. "Since you started fucking us. Now, go get him."

You awkwardly walked toward Sohee's bedroom, looking back into the living room. The others were watching you as you walked away. They were waiting for you to leap on Sohee... All of them knew you were faking the hypnosis now, so it made sense they'd be cautious of you, but your skin burned under their watch.

Sohee's door was closed. You knocked on it, breathing in sharply. "Sohee? Can we chat for a minute?"

"Y-Y/n!? Um–Give me a second!" Sohee replied nervously as you heard things being thrown around the room. You waited patiently at the door, still looking over your shoulder every few seconds to see if any members were trying to watch from around the corner. No one was there. After a minute passed, Sohee's door opened slowly. The room was dimly lit, with the curtains swallowing all the sunlight from the window. "Come in, please," Sohee's smile was a cover to hide his nervousness. You entered the room and Sohee closed the door behind you, the lock faintly clicking. He sat on one end of his bed while you sat on the other. "So... what did you want to talk about?"

The light in the room shined in his eyes as he looked at you, his face focused and careful.

"I wanted to talk about... you."

"Me?"

You tried to think of something clever, but with him looking at you so close you couldn't. "Wonbin told me that you wanted to speak to me about something, but you were feeling really nervous about it. I want you to know you can tell me anything. Anything."

Sohee swallowed hard. "I do have something... a confession really." He shifted closer toward you until your knees were touching. "We've been keeping a secret from you, and I don't think I can keep it any longer." He got closer, placing his hand on your thigh. "The others have been having sex with you while you've been hypnotized. Then we all lied about it to you and I feel horrible..."

You cracked a smile. "Sohee. I've got a secret too... I'm not hypnotized anymore. I've been aware of everyone's intention to take advantage of me from the beginning and made a plan to get back at everyone."

Sohee's shoulders slumped as their burden was relieved. "So, you knew? And let me think I was holding such a big secret."

"One by one, the others found out after I told them. They've been keeping the secret for me so I can punish you all."

"That means I'm next, right?" Sohee's eyes shimmered expectantly.

"I–I don't know. I thought it was a punishment, but now it feels like I'm taking advantage of you guys in return. I don't know what they told you, but Wonbin told me... That you haven't been with someone... Sexually."

Sohee's ears turned pink. "Y-Yeah, I haven't had sex before. But if it's with you, I'm okay with that."

"You should have sex with people you want to have it with. Not some trick, Sohee. What I did was a bad thing."

"Well, you're not tricking me right now! We're both being honest, consenting adults. So we can still do it, right?"

"Sohee–" You were cut off by Sohee planting a kiss on your lips, his eyes closed as his hands tightened their grip on the fabric of your pants. His breath was cool and tasted like he'd eaten a handful of mints. His lips were soft and gentle, but also stiff and unmoving. He really wanted you, more than he could put into words. You placed his hand on your neck, showing him how to hold you. Sohee's moans emerged immediately as you deepened the kiss, pushing past his lips. His body tensed, so you massaged his shoulders until he could relax. He moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth more as you sucked on his tongue.

You pulled away from this kiss after a few moments. "Now you try."

Letting Sohee lead, you pulled you in for another kiss. He confidently pushed past your lips, sucking on your tongue as you offered it to him. You moaned into it, which made his brain glitch as he pulled away.

"Sorry! I–"

"That was a good sound. You want me to do that, and I want to hear you too, Sohee."

"C-Can I ask for something?" You looked at him, it was taking all his courage to ask. You nodded, allowing him to speak. "Can you call me something else? Sohee is my name, but I want something special."

"Something like, Baby?" You watched Sohee deflate a little. He must not like that one. "Or Love?"

"Love sounds amazing," He said breathlessly.

"For you, Love. I'll call you whatever you like." You climbed onto him, straddling him, his hands were stuck to the bed while he watched you. "It's okay, you can touch me." You slide your shirt over your head, tossing it aside. You pulled on his shirt. "Can we lose this?" Sohee raised his arms as you pulled it over his head. You let your hands slide over his torso, leaning forward and encouraging him to do the same to you. He was awkward, but his hands eventually found their favorite place on your waist. "Ready for the next part?"

He nodded.

"Words, Love."

"I'm ready, Sweetness." Sohee smiled at you.

You tried to keep face, but your heart skipped a few beats as his name for you. "You know that doesn't work anymore, right?"

"Sorry, I think it fits you. I hope it doesn't bother you."

You got off the bed and slowly stripped your pants off, watching Sohee's face. He didn't know where to look, trying not to look at your bugle but also not wanting to look at your face. "You can look at me. We're both getting undressed, remember?"

Sohee nodded. "That's why it's dark... I'm a little shy."

You wanted to bite him for being so cute. He was so self-conscious that he'd rather have his first time in the dark so he doesn't have to acknowledge his own body... You knew this had to be perfect for him. You tossed your underwear aside, standing naked in front of Sohee. He was in awe–he wasn't moving, just watching you... Which was starting to get embarrassing.

"You should get undressed too, I don't want to stand here alone..." Sohee scrambled to his feet, trying to get out of his pants. "Wait–be slow about it." You got close to him, getting on your knees. "Like this," You whisper as you slowly slide his pants down his legs, helping him step out of them. You were about to slide off his underwear before you looked up at him. "We can stop at any time, Sohee. Just say something."

"I understand. Let's keep going."

You nodded as you slid his underwear, letting his hard cock point up at you. It was probably the shortest of all the members but it was thick. It was hard and red, and his tip was swollen and throbbing. It was begging for you to touch it, leaking precum in a steady stream. You took it in hand. "That so thick, Love. I think I might have trouble putting it in my mouth..."

"S-Sorry," Sohee moaned as he leaned against the bed for stability.

"It's nothing to be sorry about, it's beautiful. Cute, just like you." You kissed his tip, earning a loud moan from him. His ears turned red as he covered his mouth.

"S-Sorry..."

"Love, if you apologize every time I do something, this will be hard for you..."

"Right. So–I mean, okay."

"Sit if you're not comfortable." Sohee listened obediently, sitting on the bed with his legs spread as he watched you. You focused on his cock again, it throbbed in your hands and radiated heat. His balls were heavy and thick. Did he not ever jerk off? You moved your hands slowly, up and down as you felt around for his sensitive spots. Sohee's knees shook as he moaned into his hand. You could tell he couldn't last as long as the others, from the way his moans were so breathless–he was in bliss. "Want more?"

"So bad, please." Sohee's eyes closed as his head fell back.

"Call me that name again."

Sohee looked at you. "Sweetness?"

"Now, tell me what you want." You smiled, assuring it was okay.

"Please... Put it in your mouth, Sweetness..." Sohee mumbled, embarrassed of the words leaving his lips.

You smiled. "Of course, Love. Anything for you." You opened wide as you put his tip in your mouth. You were right. It’ll be tough to hold it all in your mouth but for him, you'd do it. Sohee's moans went high-pitched, sounding rapidly as you bobbed your head on him. His knee couldn't' stop bouncing, his hips gently bucked, and his hands found your head. To your surprise, Sohee massaged your ears gently as you sucked him off. No one had ever touched your ears, but it was even more of a turn-on. You had to close your eyes and take a breath before pushing deep. His cock stretched your throat as it pulsed.

"Oh! Woah, Y/n, I–I'm gonna–" Sohee tried to put the words together, but it was too late. He came down your throat with a loud moan, his body twitching as his fingers massaged you faster. He was trying not to hurt you, but as you sucked him through his climax you felt his hips lift slightly–forcing you to take more.

You slowly pulled off his cock, swallowing anything left in your mouth before finally breathing again. It was hot–Sohee's cum, you could feel it making its way down your throat. Warning your insides.

"I didn't mean to," Sohee paused to breathe. "I didn't mean to cum so soon. We didn't even go that far..."

You chuckled. "Did you want more?"

Sohee nodded.

"What a greedy one, aren't you, Love?" You pushed Sohee on his back as you straddled his hips.

"I'm sorry for being greedy... But I want to be inside you, so bad, y/n."

You looked at Sohee under you, he was a mess. His lips parted, shaking whimpers falling from them, and his cock twitched–ready for more. "I want you in me too," You whispered as you lifted your hips, lining his cock with your hole. Slowly, you sank down onto Sohee's dick, earning whines and moans from the other. You felt him pushing inside you, his thickness stretched you more as each inch passed deeper into you. Once you had him inside you completely, he took a few moments, breathing heavily as you adjusted to his size. Sohee was shaking from overstimulation, and his eyes rolled back. "Are you still with me, Love?"

Your voice snapped Sohee back. "Y-Yes! I'm h-here, I'll be here till you're satisfied. Please–use me how you like..." Sohee could barely get through his sentences, moaning every other word as he felt your walls tighten around him. Sohee was in another world. He couldn't have imagined how you'd feel around him, but it was so warm and every twitch made him want to bust.

"Sohee," You moaned his name, in a tone that gnawed at the rope of sanity that Sohee was trying to hold onto. "You're so big... I need your help." Placing his hands on your hips, Sohee gripped you tightly as you started listing yourself. Once high enough, you'd sink back down and stuff yourself full of cock again. Sohee's eyes watered as a few tears streaked down his face, his voice was hoarse from the nonstop moaning. You drank up every second of it as you enjoyed riding him. You went faster and harder, making Sohee's moans louder and higher–borderline screaming.

"I–" Sohee had to swallow hard, "I'm gonna fucking cum!" Sohee usually tried not to swear, there was never a reason to do it. But your fucking him was more than enough to make him let loose every sweat he knew. "Fucking, shit! You're so tight, I can't stop, fuck! You feel so good..."

You grind your hips into him, pushing his cock deeper. "Cum for me, Love. All inside me!"

That was enough to push him over the edge. His hips found new strength as he pushed up, lifting you slightly and holding you there. His cock plunged deeper than before as he came for the second time, his moan on his lips was your name as he shot into you. "Fuck! Fuck! Fu–I'm sorry... I'm sorry, y/n... I can't do it anymore," Sohee hiccuped as his eyes streamed with tears. His convulsions were intense, making his cock shift inside you which made his convulse again. He was stuck in a shaking cycle until you kissed him, stroking his cheek as you calmed him down.

"You did so good, Sohee. I'm so proud," You cooed in his ear.

Sohee twitched, softer now. "T-Thank you... I'm sorry–I couldn't make you cum..." Even after having sensory overload from two intense orgasms, he still cared about you. How sweet.

You gently lifted yourself off him, trying not to make it worse for him. But Sohee stopped you. "Fuck!" Sohee's grip on your hips tightened and he slammed you back down onto him. Maybe it was luck, but he hit your spot–dead center. You came all over Sohee's chest, cum even shooting onto his face. Your head rolled back as your orgasm ripped through you, your walls tightening which made Sohee whine again. "I'm sorry! Sorry–Please don't leave. It's so sensitive, can we just... lay here? For a little?"

You nodded, your jaw too tight to speak. You laid on his chest as you stroked his hair, letting him drift to sleep... Once it was clear you could move, you climbed off of him–even while sleeping Sohee didn't want to let you go. You found your clothes, tucked Sohee into his bed, and opened the door to leave his room.

Wonbin was waiting for you at the door. "You done?"

You nodded.

"Good. Come out here," Wonbin ordered as he grabbed your wrist, dragging you with him.

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[munivrse]

11:32pm

Jake couldn't help but admire how pretty you looked while talking up his friends. Tonight you both were sat in a booth on the terrace of a wine bar, the party as whole more tipsy than anyone would like to admit.

Jake takes the time to admire your pretty little outfit. He thinks the color dress you chose matches your skin tone so well that he cant help but feel his cheeks heat up. He wants you. right now. he takes one hand and presses it to your thigh, the other coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear as you continue conversing with his friends.

you take a bit of a break, looking back to see jake flashing his million dollar smile. you give him a quick kiss and turn back around to continue doing the conversating as it was clear that Jake was going to be of no use.

Jake licks his lips. he needed to figure out how to get you the fuck out of this bar and on to his bed. he scoots closer to you, the hand on your thigh inching up, breath fanning at the back of your neck. he looks around, scanning the crowd to make sure there were no peaking eyes. as soon as he confirms safely, he presses a kiss on the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

"Y/n..."

the scratchiness of his voice makes your thighs rub together. you muster up the courage to respond,

"yes jaeyun?"

"lemme take you home," jakes hand begins to shimmy its way in between your thighs.

"stop playing, we are out with your friends."

jake scoffs and continues to move his fingers deftly up your thighs, now reaching the outline of your panties,

"I'd fuck you in front of them too but i figured you'd be more comfortable in our bedroom."

You turn around, scandalized. cheeks red and jaw just about on the floor. jake sees this and giggles, reaching to close your mouth,

"careful baby, you'll catch flies."

"Jake I'm serious. let me socialize in peace."

jake pretends to think about it and then sits back with a sigh, hand now moving up and down your thigh.

he ponders more on how to get you into his bed. at this point he's nearly salivating. you have a pretty vivienne westwood choker on and it's making him dizzy. he sits up again to whisper in your ear,

"c'mon baby, let me take care of you, hmm?" jake softly kisses your earlobe.

you sigh in contentment, letting jake continue his ministrations,

"don't you want me to make you feel good? stretch you out? make you cum?"

jake is now leaving kisses behind your ear and down your neck. it's a miracle nobody's noticed.

you sigh again, a slow nod forcing its way out. jake jumps up and announces that you guys are gonna have an early night in. after some swift goodbyes, you are walking out of the bar, jake bouncing as he walks.

he walks behind you with his hands pressed against your stomach, whole body pressing against you to hide how hard he is,

"Y/n i swear to god i'm gonna let you ride my face for hours."

you giggle in return, swatting at his hands. secretly you hoped he meant it.

And mean it he did.

you'd gotten home an hour ago, stripping clothes starting at the door, heavy petting through the kitchen, fucking the first round out in the hallway, the second round on the edge of the bed, and now you're hovering over jake's face.

Jake kisses where he can reach on your thighs trying to coax you into relaxing.

"Y/n, baby, I know you're nervous but if i die i promise i'll die a happy and content man."

"you're so fucking unserious sim."

you begin to climb off when jakes hand grabs you by the thigh,

"you tryna take this pretty pussy away from me?"

his hands move up to your hips, guiding you back over his mouth.

"sit y/n."

your legs shake out of nerves. you'd never sat on a mans face before out of fear of suffocating them and your previous partners we're never great at giving and would much rather be on the receiving end. Jake, however, was a giver. Jake loved to give. jake would eat your pussy all day long if you'd let him.

"Please baby, sit on my face."

Jake looks up at you with puppy eyes and you cant help but give in. As you lower yourself down jake whimpers out, mouth in search of your cunt before you are fully situated.

After 15 minutes, jake has made you cum twice, refusing to let you up until hes covered in you.

"jake- please baby"

jake hums and continues moving his tongue in and out of you, thumb circling your clit.

"I'm too sensitive."

you try and push his head away. jake grunts,

"one more baby. please give me one more."

"jaeyun..."

Jake looks up at you, pupils blown wide, cheeks red and lips glossy.

"I need it angel, just one more for me."

You think on it for a second. your legs are sore and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"My thighs hurt."

jakes eyebrows raise in concern,

"You wanna stop?"

you quickly shake your head no- as sore as you were there was nothing quite as hot as pussy drunk jake. your first two orgasms he mightve been moaning more than you.

jake begins to kiss at your thighs, massaging them.

"tell me you want to keep going. I'll flip you over and bury my head between your thighs so that you won't have to lift a finger, but i need you to tell me you want it."

your stomach swirls delightfully,

"I want it."

jake gives you a boyish grin,

"'Atta girl."

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[toxicanonymity]

Hey look at that! That's your stepdad!Joel 😁

roadside (set in the past)

700 words, stepdad!Joel x f!reader

stepdad masterlist

A/N: Alright, I guess I'm doing another alt timeline where he gets in trouble, damnit 😭. SUMMARY: Alt. ending to uber. WARNINGS: I8+ PWP, groping, BJ, mutual touching, humiliation, the usual baiting/pressure from reader.

You feel a damp spot under your palm as you grope him through his joggers. When you reach into his waistband and feel the smooth skin of his shaft for the first time, he swerves, and red and blue lights flash behind you. "FUCK. Happy now?"

The cops make him do a field sobriety test and his massive erection is tenting his sweats the whole time. Holding his arms straight out with his hair sticking every which way, his tight white t-shirt rides up and his silhouette in the red and blue lights looks like a slutty scarecrow with a raging hard-on. The cops get a kick out of it. Combined with the little damp spot, it's obvious the real reason he swerved, but they cuff him for a few minutes just to teach him a lesson while they give you both a lecture about how there's a time and a place. Then when he's uncuffed, he can finally adjust himself. One of the cops nods toward Joel's crotch and says, "shouldn't drive with that big'a distraction" and fails to suppress a smirk. "If ya needa finish, just put on your hazards, k?"

The cops laugh as they get in their patrol car and drive off. You get in the car in silence and put on the hazards then reach for his cock again. He throws your wrist away and you say "you heard him, c'mon." He shakes his head, jaw clenched, glasses beginning to fog up, refusing to look at you.

"Just lemme get it wet for you," you plead.

"FUCK," he yells and bangs the steering wheel. "God damnit," he mutters and checks you out. "Fuck," he whispers and tilts his seat all the way back.

He buries his eyes in the crook of his elbow, bulging arm muscles straining his sleeves, and his shirt rides up again, exposing his happy trail. You take his hard cock out and inhale his musk, memorizing the scent. Your clit twitches and you just barely move his smooth, warm skin over the stiff shaft as you admire it. God, he has a nice one. It could be used a sex toy mold, no shit. You lick from base to tip then swirl your tongue around the tip and he gasps as you take his length into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You suck and tongue him hard, and before long he's moaning, and his chest is rising and falling with heavier breaths.

"Alright," he grumbles when he's close, and you keep going. "That's enough," he snaps. Then he pulls up his shirt, takes his cock from you, pumps it twice, and begins to release with a shudder. You clench your thighs together as you watch and the sight alone almost makes you cum untouched.

Holy shit, the cum. The look on his face. His brows furrowed, eyes pinched shut, mouth hanging open with rope after rope making a mess of his tummy.

"Holy shit," you mutter, knowing that whatever happens, this is something you won't forget. Your cunt spasms just thinking about what if you were on his dick right now getting all of that pumped into you. You reach between your legs and rub yourself for a frantic 10 seconds. Holding a breast with your other hand, then you moan. And Jesus, he's just now finishing. When you moan, he shoves his hand under you to catch your release. He's catching his breath, hand soaked between your legs, and says "it aint happeninn, sweetheart," slowly withdrawing his hand which goes straight to his nose and mouth.

You use your balled up stockings to dry yourself off, then he yanks them away from you and stuffs them in his pocket. He puts the seat back up, starts the car, and drives you home in silence with his t-shirt sticking to the massive trail of cum on his stomach.

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For another alt timeline of stepdad getting in trouble, see "what if you bailed Joel out for indecent exposure?" 😭

NOTE: In SD canon you, don't jack him off or blow him until subsequent parts of the story.

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[angelwoozi]

it's your birthday! (m) | kmg

it's his birthday. and you, being his sweet, loving wife, take it upon yourself to surprise him. what better way to do it than by riding him as soon he wakes up, starting his day with the sweetest gift.

pairing ; husband!mingyu x reader (f)

rating/genre ; 18+ // smut, pure porn lol, established relationship

warnings ; swearing, blowjob, riding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lol), pet names, bottom!gyu (he switches for the next round but we don't talk about that lol), morning sex, overstimulation (slight), kissing, mention of the gyoobies.

wc ; 1.2k

note ; mingyu birthday drabble hehe!!! idk what I've wrote tbh, but enjoy cause it's pure porn — from the beginning to the end, lol. unedited!! please let me know your thots (thoughts) :)) listen to earned it by the weeknd as the mood song.

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You sigh as you sit down on your husband's cock, with your palms pressed flat on his chest. His hands on your hips steady you, allowing your cunt to engulf his length with ease. The stretch makes you hiss, but you can't even complain because that's what you wanted.

It's Mingyu's birthday, and you woke him up with the sweetest kiss ever. You have the whole day planned – and it starts with you riding him. The smile on his face as he had opened his eyes, giddy and happy had made your heart swell with pride. It's you, the cause of his happiness. The smile that had made its way on your lips after his happy admission was involuntary, and you were quick to swing your leg over his form, pushing his shirt up with soft kisses and sweet praises.

He had gasped as you had licked your way down his semi hard length, making him grasp at your morning hair. The whimpers he had let out were music to your ears, and you had gleefully gifted him with your tongue, swallowing his praises. A while later he had tugged at your hair, asking you to stop. You had whined at the fact that you wouldn't be able to swallow him, but his wish was to come inside you – and who were you to say no to the birthday boy.

So now here you are, rocking your hips, while mounting his cock. His fingers dig into your naked hips, and your nails form indents on his bare chest as you increase your pace. The pleasure is so crazy that you match Mingyu's whimpers, moaning in harmony – like a love song in the fresh morning.

"You look so beautiful, baby." he rasps out, in his deep morning voice and you shudder, biting your lips to stop the whimper that wants to make its way out. He is irresistible, and he knows that – especially the way his voice makes your senses go haywire.

Your arousal coats his cock, making it easy for you to fuck yourself on it. You gasp when you feel him tightening his hold on you, guiding your hips to make you move faster. You throw your head back, raking your nails down his torso as your hands reach his abs. It's like the feeling of heaven, when he sighs out your name and thrusts his hips upwards, meeting you halfway.

You open your eyes and look at him with your eyelids drooping low. The sight in front of you has you gasping for breath, as it hitches in your throat.

Mingyu is lying on the bed in all his glory, the morning sun illuminating his face, making it glow softly. His lips are red, from the way he has been biting on them and his hair frame his face beautifully, adding to his glow. There's a sheen of sweat covering his naked body, and your pussy clenches when you see the tightness of his abdomen as he thrusts upwards.

"Faster, angel." he pleads and you almost die when his sweet voice rings in your ears.

"As you wish, birthday boy." you preen and feel him shiver under you. The lust clouds your mind, and you curl your toes as you lean back. With your palms resting on his thighs you fuck yourself onto him – deep and ruthless. He uses your hips to guide you, and you both move in tandem, like a practised dance which takes you to a different height of pleasure every time you perform it.

"Gyu." you sigh out as you feel the familiar tightening of your core, and clench your walls around his cock. He moans loudly when you rock quicker against him, your ass hitting his thighs deliciously. His hand travels away from your hips and grabs a hold of your ass, as he rubs his thumb into your plump flesh.

"You're doing so well, baby." his eyes are closed and your feet shake as his cock hits all the right spots inside you repeatedly.

"M close." he mumbles and you nod, even though you don't know if he can see you or not, given that your eyes are screwed shut in pure bliss.

The rawness of his cock drives you to the edge, sweetly pushing you so you hang by a thread, barely. The thread breaks and you finally fall down as he snaps his hips upwards, making you moan out loudly as your orgasm washes over you.

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Your husband grips your hips, and helps you ride through your intense orgasm, the sound of his balls hitting your skin getting louder, mixed with the slick sound of your juices as they coat them. You faintly register his groans, but they sound otherworldly – as if you are drowning deep, and he is at the surface, calling out to you.

You hardly reach the surface, get coherent again, that he spills inside you, coating your walls. The warmth of his cum drags you down again and you moan with him, digging your nails into the skin of his thighs. He is still moving under you, and you grimace when the feeling gets too overbearing.

"Baby stop." and he immediately halts all of his movements. You catch your breath after a while, and when you open your eyes, you see how his skin is still hot and red, his chest moving up and down in a broken rhythm and eyes closed.

A small smile graces his lips and you bend down, his cock still lodged inside you and peck his smile, a similar one forming etching its way on your face too.

"Happy birthday." you mumble against his lips and he wraps his hands around your form, pulling you into his chest. His smile transforms into a grin when your boobs press against his body, and he holds you tighter, making it unable for you to move.

"I love you so fucking much." is his word and you nuzzle your nose against his cheek, reveling in his warmth.

He pulls out with a grunt and you both cringe at the feeling, but the afterglow of the orgasm doesn't let you feel it for long. The haziness that surrounds you is angelic, and Mingyu turns sideways, taking you with him, as your body lands on the bed.

"Thank you," he pecks your lips and you laugh, wrapping your hands around his torso,"for the best birthday gift ever."

"I'll give it to you everyday."

"Fuck me if I ever say no to that offer." he laughs and you slap his chest, later feeling his tits.

"It's because I love you and your boobies a little too much." you mumble and place a kiss on his chest.

"Not my cock?" he pouts, and God does it make you wanna mount him again. You fight the urge to bite his chest and kiss him mad as you sit up with a groan.

"Cmon big boy, the day is long." you completely ignore his question but he is quick to pull you back to his chest with a single tug at your arm. You fall back on him with a shocked gasp and he laughs as he quickly flips your positions, hovering over you.

His lip curls devilishly as he bends down and nips at your jaw, making you curse for his sake.

"I guess your moans will answer my question." he rasps out and you once again see stars in broad daylight.

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[pandoraslxna]

Congrats on 10 K ,Luna!We're all so proud of you,thank you for contributing to our whole community😊🎀

As for your asks,could I request 📝? I was thinking Neteyam being submissive (because I just love how you write him, especially in Unwinding Together and on the Cockwarming prompt from Kinkmas,that always makes me crazyyyy😩)

Here's a cake to celebrate!!🎂 So proud of you!!!

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Thank you so much, pookie!! I hope you like it 🥹🩵

Neteyam x female human reader, minors dni 🔞

He has never seen a silk dress before, but great mother do you wear that little piece of tawtute [sky people] clothing well.

Neteyam closes his eyes and inhales shakily as you leave a red lipped kiss on his lips. The next time he opens them, it’s all darkness behind the fine woven cloth you’ve bound around his head, taking away his sight. Now your fingers are trailing down the exposed skin on his abs, lower and lower, before they suddenly stop and he lets out a whine. That earns him a mean little bite to his earlobe. It stings, but makes him quiet. The night has just begun, anyway.

The warmth of your mouth wandering from his ear to his throat makes him shudder, but he doesn't make a peep. He’s not ready for another bite... yet.

Five solid minutes of silence, safe for the sound of his heavy breathing as you kiss up and down his face, throat and collarbone, before Neteyam begins to hear something wet. By your following heady breaths, he realizes you must’ve started touching yourself, right in front of him. Silence falls again but is quickly broken when he feels your moist fingers against his bottom lip. "Taste", you tell him, and his tail whips against your mattress in excitement.

"You want more, hm?" You purr and he moans around your fingers, and that‘s all the approval you need.

Neteyam feels the silk of your thighs framing his head just before you push your wet cunt down harshly against his mouth. With one hand tangled in his braids, and one against the wall behind your bed to support your balance, you begin to ride him. His mouth sets to work immediately, tongue swirling around your clit, lips kissing and sucking wherever you guide him, and you let your head fall back as you enjoy the ride.

"Good- Fuck, N-Nete!" But then you push yourself away just as he's about to push you over the edge. The groan of protest earns him a tug to his tail, that has been trashing around right next to you this entire time. This time it’s enough to elicit a complain from his parted lips that you couldn’t quite understand.

"What was that?"

"Nothing", he mumbles, then hisses when you tug on his tail again, harder this time. A reminder of his manners. "Thank you, yawne. I'm sorry, yawne."

You reach behind yourself then, fingers slowly tracing the tip of his cock, dipping down to teasingly stroke the thick girth of his shaft. You can practically see him vibrating with the force of staying still, but you know he's strong enough to break the ropes around his wrists at any moment. He doesn’t, though. He just loves this game just as much as you, and he’s not ready for it to end yet.

"What do you want, Teyam? Do you want me to take you in my mouth, choking on you even while I deny you permission to come? Or does my filthy little pet want to get his dick wet, hm? Want me to ride you nice and slow, see how long it’ll take you to beg for it? What do you want? Speak." You command, squeezing especially hard around his base and he groans.

"I want... you, yawne." You giggle, oh so sweetly, as he stiffens in your hold. "Hmm, that's not an answer. Why don’t you show me, baby?"

The last thing you see before he rips those leather ropes to shreds and takes you, are his fangs poking out from under his slick covered lips as he grins at you. He’s strong, almost too strong and your heart races as he drills his cock into you in one fluid thrust. He still can’t see through that blindfold, but he has your knees over his shoulders and you sandwiched between him and the mattress.

"Take. It. Off." Though the pleasure coursing through your veins you finally figure out he’s talking about the blindfold. Pulling it down his face, you see the fire in his golden eyes a split second before his tongue is down your throat, probing and tasting as he fucks you hard enough to make you cry out. You cling to him, his cock brushing against your g-spot flawlessly as he slams into you like a jackhammer, all feral rage and passion. He bites down on your neck and you scream as your orgasm makes you tighten around him. He only follows after the final tremors of your orgasm have been forced out by his length.

When he finally stills, all cum successfully planted deep inside your core, he’s laying himself down on top of you, panting against your hair with his face buried against your throat.

"Did I please you, yawne?" He asks coyly, tail wagging behind his back in anticipation.

"God, yes," You respond in a hushed giggle, a little short of breath, "You did good. So good."

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