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geltears · 3 months

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3's a crowd

(dad) Nanami Kento x Reader

Nanami works hard to give his daughter another sibling cw: shameless smut, dad!Nanami, fem!reader, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, breeding, fingering, spit kink, pure filth, dirty-talk -> prequel of heart throb

Nanami's heart pounds in his chest as he walks back to your shared bedroom. Your daughter's words have left his mind reeling, heart thrashing like a bird in a cage as her words replay on a loop.

"All my friends have siblings, I wanna be a big sister too."

Namiko was young, clueless and entirely oblivious to the true extent of what she had just asked of him. She was a cute baby,— she is an adorable child—and he honestly wouldn't mind another. He doesn't realise where his feet have taken him until he bounces his toe on the foot of your bed, groaning in pain soon after.

When you look up from your book, your eyebrows are scrunched in worry as you reach for your husband's arm. Like a pre-mature teenage boy, his cock twitches in his pants at the mere feel of your skin on his.

"Nami? Everything alright?"

"Mhm," he hums, "There's just something we need to talk about."

Nanami's breath becomes more rapid as he moves closer to you on the bed and his tongue seems to have a mind of it's own, desperate to speak to you, "Namiko wants a sibling."

His words are punctuated by the rough pads of his fingers rubbing loving circles into your clit through your thin panties as he tries to get you in the mood and it suddenly becomes all too clear what his intentions are--

He plans to give her the sibling she so desperately wants.

Your husband is large as he crawls on top of you, his big burly shoulders easily overshadow your frame and it makes your pussy twitch in anticipation. Your heart is thumping savagely in your chest with the rapid rise and fall of your tits— if Nanami was a bit sicker he would've slipped them into his big palms: one tit per hand and he would fondle and tease your sensitive nipples until you were leaking through your panties against his knee.

But Nanami is impatient, eager to bury every inch of his throbbing cock in your tight heat and ruin you until he was sure there was another little blonde baby in your belly.

He leans down to capture your lips in a sloppy and mushy kiss, "Hmm. Another baby wouldn't be so bad, right?" he breathes against your lips.

You've been married for years but you feel filthy with the way he's speaking to you, string of spit still connecting your lips and glistening in your dimly lit room.

"We make cute babies," you agree, in the way that a woman does when her husband plucks the stars out of the sky for her, "Make me a mommy again, Ken."

He shivers at your tone, feeling very much like a virgin again- Had his wife always been this coy? Or were the hearts in your eyes just extra big tonight?

You whimper at the feel of his ring and middle fingers easing into you, cold metal of his wedding ring pressing snuggly against your pussy. Nanami bends down to get an eye-level view of your pussy, hot breath fanning against your slick folds as he regards, "I love you and your sloppy cunt."

He keeps his fingers nestled against that squishy spot that makes your toes curl and digs them in to rub deliciously at your sweet spot and spits a fat glob of spit onto your clit.

"Hngg right there Ken."

And then he's sucking your throbbing clit into his mouth, tongue swirling as he steadily thrusts his fingers in and out of you until your thighs are shaking around his head. He eats your pussy through your orgasm, loving gaze drinking in your blissful expression as his tongue teases your hole to taste your cum.

"Nami kiss me," you're practically begging, flimsy arms outstretched to take him into your embrace.

You suck his tongue into your mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue in a way so lewd that both your faces flush bright red. His gaze is filled with nothing but love and lust— you think you could get pregnant just from the way he's ogling you.

"Nami- Nami put it in," you gasp, small hands fumbling with his belt as you try to get to his cock, "Please, Ken."

Nanami swats your hand away sternly.

"Lie back," he says and you obey gingerly. "Now show me your cunt."

When he thinks you're taking too long, he reaches down himself and spreads your legs to reveal your glistening cunt to the cold air. Your hole twitches under his stare, clenching around nothing as you desperately wait for him to fuck you.

Nanami is in love with you, he has been since senior year and he'll stay in love with you even after you're both dead. He'd do anything for you so he's determine to give you another baby.

It'll have your eyes— just like your little girl— he thinks and presses the leaking tip of his cock into you. "Oh god- Kento, you're so fucking big," you squeal, "I can't take it- Nonono."

He shushes you softly with a kiss, one that instantly makes you loosen up a bit and lets him push another inch into you. "I know," he whispers against your skin, "How're you gonna give me a baby if you won't even let me in?"

Desperate to please your husband, you cunt seems to welcome him gracefully, making wet sounds as he bottoms out. His moan as his balls press against your ass is sinful, making you groan all the same.

You squeeze your eyes shut, heat pooling in your belly as he twitches inside you. He's so big and thick and you love him and his fat cock. When you start to hump yourself against his cock, he squeezes your hip roughly and draws his hips back until just the tip is still nestled inside your cunt.

Your slick bubbles out of your hole around his tip and squelches when his hips slam back into you. "Pussy's fucking soaked- she's begging me for a baby." You whine in response, pretty manicured nails raking down his back in an attempt to keep him deep inside of you.

The tip of his cock bumps deliciously against your cervix and tears dribble from the corners of your eyes. He feels so fucking good- this is what it's like to have sex to make a baby. A baby born of love.

"Yesyesyes, cum in me Nami," you babble, mind lost with pleasure, "Gimme your cum- put a baby in me."

His pace is rabid now, hips shaking like a dog as he fucks into you wildly. His balls smack against your ass and your pussy squeezes him like a vice, working to milk him for all he's worth— for your precious baby. And he'll give it to you- he'll fill you up and keep your pussy stuffed of him until you're both satisfied.

"Tell me you want my baby- tell me you want me," he rasps. His hand snakes between your sweaty bodies to fiddle with your clit. He flicks it softly and rolls your wet nub between his fingers, pushing you closer to the edge.

"C'mon say it and I'll make you cum all over my cock."

"I want your baby, Nami! I only want you," your words slur as he cuts you off with a sweet kiss.

He meshes his tongue with yours and fucks your throat with his tongue as his cock plunges roughly into you. He makes you pussy sore and your heart ache as your entire body shakes and convulses in a series of bursts. And your pussy becomes so impossibly tight that he's got no choice but to slot his hips against yours and buck strangely into you as he cums.

He cums in hot, thick spurts and he makes sure to press his tip right up against the depths of your cunt so it all rests nicely in your belly.

Ao3

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buckyalpine · 6 months

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Actor Bucky and actress reader

He cums accidentally while trying to hold it together during a sex scene.

Imagine a gorgeous but shy beefy Bucky nervous as hell filming an intimate scene with his co star because hes harbouring the most massive crush on her.

He in nothing but a tiny cup covering his most private parts, his perky sculpted ass barely covered by the thin sheet laid on top you both.

“You okay?” He whispers, always checking in on you, his large mass covering you entirely. You give him a shy smile, nodding, the feel of your hands moving to drape around his shoulder making him blush.

“Alright! Get ready to sell it Barnes” Tony calls out, hushing everyone before he starts rolling, signalling a thumbs up to sam to start filming “and action!!”

Bucky braces himself on his forearms keeping his body off yours, moving forward instead of actually thrusting. The lewd sounds you start to make make his hips involuntarily buck forward more than necessary and he nearly stutters.

“Oh God! Please, slow down” you cry softly, portraying your role as a shy house wife perfectly, nervous to consummate her marriage.

Bucky doesn’t think he can take your delicate pleading, his cock straining, desperate for some relief. He can feel it leaking the more you moan, his knuckles turning white gripping onto the sheets.

“So good to me” Bucky whispers back, swallowing thickly as his mind starts to wander over how you’d sound it he was actually stretching you out. Would you moan about how he was too big? Would you beg for him to keep going till he dripped right out of your sweet cunt? Would you want to lick and taste how wet he got for you, moaning over how fat and thick his dick was, worried over how you’d fit all of him inside you? His massive size carried all over, the blush on his face spreading to his neck when his erection nearly brushes against your covered core.

You blink up at him, staring into his baby blue eyes feeling his hardness press against you as it grows, nearly wetting the sheets. Your eyes are locked together and Bucky’s sure he’s not going to control himself, not when you’re looking at him like that. Not when you’re biting your lip, he could’ve sworn he felt your hips buck up, your thighs spreading slightly.

You let out a whimper, his warm breath fanning over your face and he can smell how fucking wet you are. He’s humping the air, just centimetres from where he really wants to be, fuck he wasn’t going to hold it, his balls felt tight, his cock was going to fucking burst-

“Kiss me My love” you say your final line before pulling him down for a heated kiss, letting it get more hot and heavy that the script intended. As soon as he tastes your tongue on his, he moans into your mouth, eyes rolling back, his back muscles flexed and tensed as he soaks the with his cum. He doesn’t pull away, tearing the sheets with his grip as he cums hard, his cock throbbing, till he can feel the front all warm and damp, whimpering till he’s all empty.

“AND CUT! FANTASTIC” Tony cheers, over the moon with how it turned out, “that was great and nice touch ripping the sheets Barnes, made it look real. Everyone take 5 and we’ll shoot that diner scene”

Everyone starts to pack up to get ready for the next shoot and Bucky swears he hears you let out a little giggle as you pull away, smiling at his flustered state.

“You okay, Buck?” You coo while he bites back a whine, his softening cock now sensitive and aching. Your assistant runs over to slip you into a robe, dragging you off to hair and makeup while he holds the sheet to the lower half of his body.

He grabs the robe Steve hands to him, smirking at his best friend with his head cocked to the side.

“You sure that was acting, Buck?” Steve snorts, nodding to the wet patch on the sheet while Bucky groans, grabbing it and stuffing it away before running off to his room.

“Shut up”

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coeurify · 5 months

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Ellabs fucking you dirtyyy with breeding straps…

Like strap sucking is so underrated to begin with but strap sucking + a breeding strap facial??? A need. Like breeding straps aren’t limited to cuming inside the reader just imagine kneeling for Ellie and Abby and hearing them coo at you encouragingly while you suck them off. Or Ellie behind you talking about how deep she’s gonna breed you while Abby shoves her strap down your throat. OR Ellie holding you open for Abby as her strap feels so deep you’re sure she’s actually in your guts. Just need reader to be left a completely limp fucked out mess covered is ellabs cum😊

omg !!!!! 18 +

“In—” you beg, your lip quivering, your shaking hands grasping at Abby’s moving hips, fingers hooking in the tight, black harness that hug her waist, keeping her strap snug against her— the strap that drilled into your soaked cunt, clenching around every punishing thrust.

“In what baby?” Ellie’s voice cooed, soft lips pressed against your temple, ogling the filthy sight in front of her as she lounged, her own strap laying heavily between her relaxed thighs.

“W’nt abs to cum inside me-” you continue, your toes curling with Abby’s thrusts quickened at your words, your sweaty face tipping back, taken over by a moan.

“Switch.” Abby’s voice came out muffled, gritted by the pearly white teeth she clenched as she shoved you off of her strap, another loud hiss falling from Ellie’s lips at the sight of the shiny slick that covered the base, a squeal sounding from your own mouth. “No-” you beg pathetically at the empty feeling, not even attempting to fight as two sets of large hands grasp your hips, maneuvering you around like their own personal ragdoll.

“Want her mouth,” someone— you can barely tell in your fucked out state— demands as your face is shoved down against the sheets, your cheek hitting the soft material with a small whimper, a harsh grip pulling your hips up, shoving them back against someone’s pelvis.

“My turn with this pretty pussy, huh? Gonna let me fill you up baby? Gonna let me watch it spill out?” Ellie questions, your floating brain finally finding its way back to your skull as you nod quickly, pulling a chuckle from the green eyed girl. Hands that are too big to be Ellie’s lift you up on your elbows, nearly hanging off the edge of the bed as Abby grips your cheeks, standing at the edge of the bed as she forces your fluttering eyes to focus on her. “Open your mouth.”

You waste no time, your mouth falling open at the very moment Ellie’s fingers part your sticky folds, the tip of her strap teasing the clenching hole.

Your moan is swallowed by the wet silicone that invaded your mouth, gaping your lips as Abby groans like it’s her own cock sitting pretty against your tongue.

“There you go princess.” Abby grunts, the delicious friction of the harness against her clit has her head tilting back, your own slight gag against the strap adding to the shock of pleasure that rolls through her body. Your hips grind back, slipping the first inch of Ellie into you.

“Fuckk, look how she’s swallowing me,” Ellie marvels to the blonde, who cranes her neck to watch as Ellie slams you completely back on her cock, your moan muffled by Abby’s own strap, a small gag causing drool to pool in your mouth, dripping from the corners of your lips.

“Give it to her, Els,” Abby demands, the slow, calculated thrusts that Ellie gives you not up to the blonde’s standards. Ellie, always quick to listen, adjusts her position, blunt nails digging into the fatty flesh of your hips as she pistons harder into you. If you could wail out at the feeling— at how it hit that perfect spot in you, you would. But all that comes is a gargled noise, more spit dripping down your chin, collecting on the messy sheets beneath you.

“Shit,” Ellie husked, trying to keep her own moans from the rubbing against her clit quiet— too keen on hearing the squelched noises that come from beneath her, the creamy ring of your wetness on the purple silicone enchanting her glazed over eyes, bottom lip sucked between her lips.

“Such— a fuckin—perfect— mouth—” Abby bites, each word followed by a thrust. Her hand gripping the nape of your neck, reveling in the tears that pooled in the corner of your pretty eyes, your eyelashes fluttering, catching the droplets of water as you tried your best to be good for your girls, gripping the sheet under your fists.

“ ‘M close Abby,” Ellie warned, her thrusts un-uniformed and messy, searching more pressure against the throbbing clit under her harness.

“Me too,” Abby huffed, her cheeks flushed so red that if your mouth wasn’t full, you probably would’ve made a bratty comment about it. Instead you do your best to relax your jaw, welcoming Abby’s cock even deeper in, a bitten off groan following.

Sometimes you swore these girl’s could really feel the way you wrapped around them.

“Gonna fill you up,” Ellie babbled, her trembling hand moving down to grip the base of her strap, eyes catching on Abby, waiting for the right moment. “You gonna let us fuck our babies into you, hm?” Ellie continued, always the noisier one. Her words are slurred, spurred on by how her stomach clenches with each plunge into you, nearing her own climax as your thighs shake with the impending feeling of your own enclosing in on your blotchy vision.

“Fuck—Now,” Abby rasps, her own words sounding slightly more whiny, her hand grasping to push you closer against her, hips grinding into the pressure of her harness, free wrist moving to grip her own strap.

Your gargled, choked out moan sounds as you cum around Ellie’s strap, your back arching as much as it can, knees giving out— but Ellie is quick to wrap an arm around your waist— holding you up as both girl’s squeeze their straps.

The breeding liquid floods every damn sense you can imagine, eyes rolling back as the warmth fills your used pussy, Ellie groaning as she cums at the very same time, the back of her strap harness wet with her own finish, thrusts slowing as she swears under her breath, pulling out with little warning.

Abby takes a few more shallow thrusts, hissing at the little choked coughs you make around her. When she finally does finish, she shivers, holding your head flush against her as she rides out the orgasm. The minute she pulls out, a messy string of spit mixed with the thick breeding strsp cream connects the silicone to your lips. Your elbows shake, falling against the bed with your fucked our body, your front half finding the comfort of the bed beneath you as you cough, your wet face sticking to the sheets.

“Come look at this mess,” Ellie’s voice wavers, arm still keeping your back half up, admiring how your cunt pulses, globs of creamy liquid dripping over and out your folds.

“Fuck angel,” Abby croons, following Ellie’s voice to eye the sight.

“You were fuckin’ made to be bred.”

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freedomfireflies · 8 months

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Take Me*

Summary: An extra for Teach Me*

The one where you and your best friend, Harry, decide to move in together.

And christen every inch of the new apartment.

Word Count: 4.6k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Harry, you can’t be serious—”

“I am. Sit.”

With a huff, you step closer to where he’s lying on the floor, those beautiful, big green eyes peering up at you. “We have a ton of work to do, okay? And the movers will be here any minute—”

“Don’t care.” He shifts a bit, back arching from the carpet as he smooths his shirt down, getting ready. “Sit.”

Your hands find your hips and you toss him an amused frown. “Harry—”

He grabs your ankles. Tugs until you lose your balance and go crashing to the ground. And he catches you, palms on your waist to make sure you’re steady before sliding them down to your thighs.

“Harry—”

“Shh. I’m busy.”

He pulls you to his face, fingers slipping around the crotch of your large cotton shorts until he can pull them aside. He smirks when he sees there’s nothing else underneath.

“Well, well, well,” he tsks, and you could smack the dimples off his face. “Seems you forgot something.”

You snort. “All of my underwear is packed, okay—”

“Sure.” He grins. “Yeah, no, I’m sure that’s it. I’m sure you definitely didn’t think to leave any out for today. Especially since we’re doing so much packing. And moving. And running around.”

Your expression gives you away. As does the subtle whine that rips free when he lets the tip of his nose ghost across the tender skin of your leg. “Harry…we can’t—”

“We can.” His voice is resolute as he trails his lips closer to your cunt. Tongue licking his bottom lip in anticipation. “This is our place, baby. We can do whatever we fucking want.”

Our place. It makes your heart as warm as your cheeks, and you can’t help but smile.

It’d taken a bit of convincing from Harry to get you to move in with him. But after some extensive apartment hunting, you both found the place you wanted to call home.

And now, here you are, in your new home. Surrounded by boxes and somewhat empty rooms as Harry insists on christening this new adventure with you by having you sit on his face.

In fact, you’d no sooner walked through the door and set some of your stuff down before he suggested it.

And proceeded to throw himself onto the ground in wait.

“Harry,” you try again. A desperate whimper that seems to urge him on.

“Darling,” he retorts, fingers curling around your skin as he plants you above his mouth. “Just let me have a taste, hm? Wanna remember today like this.”

And you’re barely able to reply with a fatigued nod before he yanks you down and sucks you between his lips.

He starts fast. Quick licks to your folds and clit. Just enjoying you. Enjoying how easily you fall apart. Your hands in his hair, scratching and pulling. The pain.

He loves the pain.

Teasing you is far too easy. Circling your hole, feeling you out, flicking the delicate nerves. But the sounds of his lapping at you like a dying man with a drink of fresh water is excruciating.

It echoes around the empty room and it’s so very loud. But it’s everything. And he’s beautiful. And he’s doing this to you purely for his own enjoyment. He loves to taste you. Loves to make you squirm on his face as you plead with him for mercy.

Everything is wet. So goddamn wet. Your pussy, his mouth, his face. He's not trying to remain poised. Not trying to keep clean. He wants all of it. Wants to share his saliva with your already soaked pussy and drink you down until there's nothing left. Let his tongue slip in, out, and through you until you can't breathe. Until he can't breathe.

His hand suddenly smacks your thigh. Once. Twice. Three times, and the sting makes you clench around the little bit of his tongue he’s taunting you with.

He grins. “Keep going, baby. Ride my tongue. Go.”

So, you do. Hands finding the floor beside his head as you roll your hips over his face. Over and over until you feel dizzy. Until his hold on your body is the only thing keeping you upright.

It’s sinfully sweet, but before you can really lose yourself in his lips, you hear the giant moving truck parking down below. Hear the men opening the large door as they begin unloading your furniture and carrying it inside.

However, Harry doesn’t seem to be stopping, and the idea that these men will hear you as they approach is mortifying. But just when you think it’s game over, he nips your clit with his teeth and pulls.

Dazed, you smack your palm over your mouth and cry out, the orgasm ripping through you. You feel weak, nearly wilting in his hold as he struggles to keep you up right. Smirking with endless amounts of satisfaction as your thighs squeeze his head.

The moment you’ve caught your breath, there’s a knock on the door, and Harry chuckles as he calls, “Just a minute.”

He gently pinches your leg and readjusts your shorts before he’s dragging you down for a kiss. Palm around the back of your neck as he slips his tongue in beside yours. Allowing you a taste and then some.

And you whimper through every second of it before he’s suddenly popping off your mouth with a gleeful hum and jumping onto his feet to answer the door.

Leaving you to sit on the apartment floor with your heart in your throat.

“Bee, shit…fuck, I can’t…I can’t—”

“You can. Know you can, baby. M’so close…just hold on a little longer for me, okay?”

Harry’s eyes roll back while his arms tug on the heavy rope keeping him tied to the headboard.

His expression is pained but blissfully fucked. Sweat collecting in his hairline as his swollen lips part for a desperate groan.

You figured this was the best way to break in the new bedding you’d purchased for the room. The beautiful king-sized mattress with a sturdy headboard.

And after seeing him flop down onto the freshly washed duvet, you knew what you wanted to christen next.

So, you’d grabbed the restraints and wrestled his wrists to the bars. Keeping him stuck as you begin yanking his pants down his legs.

He was intrigued, to say the least. And more than willing to put the control in your hands once you grabbed the cock ring.

But he had no idea what you really had in store.

“Bee,” he tries again, gasping the closer he gets to his orgasm. Watching as your tits bounce directly in his face. “Bee, please…please, lovie—”

“I know,” you coo, one hand scratching down his chest while the other squeezes your nipple between determined fingers. “Soon, I promise. Doing so fucking good—”

“Shit.” His head drops back as his hips buck up. Body wrecked with inescapable pleasure that he can’t seem to find.

You’ve kept him edged for almost an hour now. First by taking him into your mouth and sucking him right to the brink before leaving him there.

Then by fucking yourself with his cock, hard and with fervor only to pop off just when he was about to cum.

And finally, to really make sure he got the most of your torture, you’d slid on the vibrating cock ring, and began bouncing on him again.

He’s felt you cum around him twice already, and each time, it’s nearly killed him. Because it’s brought him that much closer before abandoning him there.

You have to admit, he’s doing incredibly well. Even when he had the chance to cum, he held back as best he could. Obeying your instructions as you got the most of his prolonged erection.

And he loves it. Loves when you use him as your own personal toy. Perhaps even more than you love it.

“Can’t…fuck, can’t hold it,” he pants, eyes pleading with you before he looks down at where your cunt is sliding down his incredibly hard cock. “Shit…shit, please. Bee, please. Do anything…anything, please—”

“Anything?” you hum, biting back a smile as you roll your hips forward just to hear him whimper.

He nods quickly. “Yes, anything. Fucking anything you want, swear…I swear…”

He sounds so depraved like this. A submissive tone of voice that breeds a certain yearning deep in your stomach.

You love this man. Love how beautiful he sounds when he’s begging. Love that you get to live with him and start a new chapter of your lives together.

You’ve never felt so lucky.

“Okay, baby,” you murmur, lifting yourself off as he whines quietly and glances down at the arousal you've left behind on his cock. “M’gonna take the ring off, okay? And I want you to tell me where you wanna cum—”

“In you,” he says before you can even finish the question. “Fucking please, Bee. Please let me cum in you. Please…be so good. Need…need to cum in you.”

You grin. “In me where, hm? You want my throat?”

His head shakes, lips pushed into a pout.

“No?” You slide the toy up the length of him, making him hiss through gritted teeth. “Do you wanna cum in my pussy, then, sweet boy?”

He makes another noise that nearly breaks your heart as you toss the ring to the other side of the bed and return to him. “Yes…shit, yes. Please…please—”

“So pretty when you’re polite, you know that?” you hum, reaching out to cup his cheek.

In turn, he nuzzles into your palm, seeming to settle gratefully. Looking at you like you paint the stars in the sky.

You take hold of him in your other hand and guide him back to your fluttering hole. “Okay, baby. Want you to cum for me, yeah? Give me all of it.”

He steels himself, attempting to straighten up despite the way he’s bound. Placing his feet flat on the mattress while your knees come down beside his hips.

It doesn’t take long for him to reach that inevitable end. Only a few thrusts up into you as you clench around him until he’s finishing. And you don’t even mind because he feels so good. Fucking love the way he spills inside of your cunt. The way it drips back out the minute you lift up. The way it looks, smearing across your thighs and the tip of his cock.

You both moan rather lewdly, surely horrifying your new neighbors, but you don’t mind. Because this is everything you’ve ever wanted.

Everything.

“Har? You awake?”

The perpetually sleepy man hums as he nuzzles his face further into your neck. One arm draped over your stomach while the other is tucked beneath your neck. “Yeah.”

You smirk. “Are you sure? You seem a little out of it. Do you wanna go to bed?”

His head shakes slowly as he takes another deep breath, lashes fluttering against your skin. “No, m’fine. Just comfortable.”

You reach out to brush your fingers through his curls, smiling when you hear him sigh contently. “We can finish the movie another time, H. Come on, let’s go to bed—”

His grip constricts around your hip as he keeps you planted to the sofa. “No,” he repeats, lips disappearing into your shoulder. “No, we spent all day getting the TV and speakers set up. Wanna sit here with you and enjoy it.”

“But you’re not enjoying it. You’re sleeping,” you insist playfully. “We can finish it tomorrow, really—”

“No,” he breathes. Unrelenting. “This couch is really comfy and if you move, I’ll cry.”

You grin a bit bigger. “Fine.”

“Thank you.”

The next couple of minutes are quiet. His face is still nestled just beneath your jaw. Happy. But he’s not watching a single thing that’s happening on the screen and you have to bite back a laugh.

You love a lot of things about Harry, but one of them is his inability to admit when he’s tired. He’ll keep himself awake all night before he’ll acknowledge how sleepy he really is. In fact, he could be mid-yawn and still insist he’s fine.

However, just when you think he’s begun to drift off, you feel the hand on your hip smooth down your stomach. Stopping near the band of your sweatpants—almost innocently—before quickly dipping inside.

Warm fingers dance beneath the lace of your underwear until they can find your folds. A mindless action. Stroking softly and without devious intent. Almost as if touching you just to touch you.

You press your cheek into the top of his head. “Whatcha doin’?” you whisper.

“Nothing,” he hums. “S’just comfortable.”

“Touching me is comfortable?”

He nods once and continues gently moving his digits up and down. “I like playing with you. Makes me feel relaxed.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Like a stress ball but better.”

You lightly scratch your nails down his scalp. “You’re cute.”

“And you’re soft,” he murmurs, taking a deep, content breath. “Always so soft, Bee. And warm. Have no idea how good you feel.”

“I mean, I have some idea,” you tease. “It’s not like I haven’t touched myself before.”

“Funny.” His movements are lazy. There’s no alternative motive, he simply wants to feel you. “M’very happy.”

Your heart leaps into your throat as you glance down. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He rolls his head back to meet your eye. “Wanna warm my fingers in you…can I?”

There’s a racing in your chest that can’t be contained as you nod and spread your left leg a little further. Allowing him the room he needs while he pulls his hand out and sticks two fingers into his mouth.

He sucks on them slowly, coating them just so before dipping back in and smoothing the soaking digits down to your hole.

You exhale shakily at the feel of him stretching you slowly. The way your body draws him in, bends to his intentions. Clenches around him and keeps him warm.

He makes a satisfied noise of approval before nuzzling his face back into your neck, seemingly oblivious to the way you’re beginning to squirm.

But after a moment, the ache begins to dull. And you feel happy to merely lay with him like this, one of his legs tucked over yours, his fingers sitting deep in your cunt.

It’s serene, this moment. Perfectly blissful and endlessly safe.

Here in his arms.

“Harry…if you don’t stop—”

“What?” His grin is cheeky as he aims the showerhead down at the tile floor, allowing the water to dance down the drain. “M’just helping you get clean.”

“No, you’re being a menace,” you correct with a smirk. “I told you, no funny business—”

“I’m not being funny.” His finger taps along the cord, almost as if readying himself. “I mean, what’s the point of having a handheld showerhead if you don’t use it?”

You can’t argue that he has a point. After all, this was one of the features that drew you to the apartment in the first place, but you also know that he’s deliberately trying to tease you. “Harry, we came in here to shower because we have to leave in thirty minutes—”

“So—”

“So we don’t have time,” you remind him, handing him the loofa. “Okay, so clean yourself off, and we can try it out another time.”

However, he doesn’t accept the sponge, instead stepping even closer to you as the stream of water begins to rise. “That was before I saw how pretty you look…all soaped up and wet.”

You shoot him an amused yet playful frown. “Har…”

“What?” His eyes travel down your dripping torso and toward your cunt, the stream seeming to follow his line of focus. “I’m just helping you rinse off. S’what you wanted, right?”

The warm water feels amazing against your skin, but the pressure feels…

Your lashes flutter as you reach back to press your hands against the shower wall, needing something to brace yourself with as he continues stepping closer. “Harry…”

“What?” he says again, but it’s soft. Dangerous. Keeping the water on your inner thighs before moving up to your clit. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

But you couldn’t tell him even if you wanted to. Because the sensation of the pointed stream hitting you just right is turning your muscles to jello. Your vision is hazy, and your head is spinning, and your body is trembling—

“Har,” you whimper, undone by the look of adoration on his face as he loops an arm around your lower back. Holding you steady as he angles the water a bit lower. “Please…”

“Please what?” His voice is a soft purr. Sexy and silky and you feel powerless to resist him. “What do you want, Bee, hm? Tell Daddy what you want.”

Your head falls back against the tile, needing some stability. You’re too far gone, too lost in his eyes. In his need to unravel you. Legs shaking as the water does everything you need it to.

Slowly, he begins to lower himself into a crouch. Now eye level with your pussy as he readjusts his grip on the showerhead. Studying you with purpose as he works you closer.

“Come on,” he coos, glancing up through wet lashes. “Come on, lovie. Let me take care of you, yeah? Just wanna make you feel good—”

Your fingers reach for his freshly washed curls, tugging hard on the soaked strands as you whine. “Don’t stop.”

He smirks. “Never.”

With that, he lowers the water, and surges forward. Lips wrapping around your clit until you gasp out his name and thrust your hips toward his mouth.

He rotates between using his tongue and the showerhead. Pushing and pulling you toward that sweet release as all other thoughts and cares melt away.

“Just like that,” he murmurs, one hand reaching back to knead your ass in his palm. Practically tugging you down before landing a firm spank to the wet skin.

The sound echoes around the small room, the sharp contact making your pussy clench as you nearly lose your balance.

“That’s my girl.” He massages the flesh before smacking it again, and your eyes nearly roll out of your head. “Gonna cum for me, Bee?”

You nod quickly, chest heaving as you settle into the steam rising around you. “M’so close, Har…please…”

“I know,” he says, dipping down to nudge his nose against your clit. “Can see your pretty little hole fluttering for me. Just so…fucking…empty.”

Two wet fingers slip inside you, and it’s nearly impossible to remain steady with the way he beckons the orgasm out of you.

The pressure of the water against your clit, the fingers in your cunt, the goddamn smirk on his face. It’s everything and everywhere and you lose your grip on reality as you’re dragged through such euphoric harmony.

He rides you through for a couple minutes more before he’s standing back up and pressing his body into yours. Chest to chest, wet and flushed. His lips effortlessly capturing your own as you whimper against his tongue and throw your arms around his neck.

And maybe being late isn’t the worst thing.

Harry is beautiful.

In every way. And it’s not just his face or his body. But his heart. The way he speaks to you. Speaks to others. The way he carries himself, carries you. Protects you, loves you, fights for you.

The way he betters himself for you.

And now, you get to wake up to this man every day. In this beautiful new room with large windows and sunshine and promise. A moment of tranquility reserved just for you as you count the faint freckles across his nose. As you press your finger into the dimple on his cheek. As you study the rogue, messy curls that are matted to his forehead.

You could watch him sleep for hours. Would happily lay beside him until morning turned into afternoon.

But today? You have other plans.

It doesn’t take long for him to realize, eyes shooting open as you take him further down your throat.

He chokes on a strangled breath before glancing down, mouth dropping open with the sound of your name.

You pop off long enough to smile and whisper, “Morning, baby,” before you’re dragging your tongue along his tip.

His head falls back into the fluffy pillows, too heavy to stay upright. Streams of golden light dance through the curtains and hit the side of his face in the most magical way you’ve ever seen. Setting that beautifully structured profile aglow in the warm hue as he sighs gratefully.

Your hands curl around his thighs, squeezing gently as you scoot closer. Getting comfortable while you bob your head up and down the length of him.

His stomach is beautiful. Muscles quivering and skin soft. Littered with a few tattoos. The same tattoos you love to run your hands down. Your lips. Your pussy.

You could stare at him for a lifetime. And your heart feels like it’s going to burst inside your chest as you suck the man you love further into your mouth.

You love waking him up like this. Granted, it’s a rare occurrence, but each time, it’s ceaselessly enchanting.

And it’s another kink the two of you have found you adore. After giving each other consent to use the other’s body as a wake-up call, you found that there was something…safe about the experience. About knowing you trusted each other enough to allow them to decide for you.

It might not happen often, but you’re grateful for the times it does. Like now. When you get to see him look at you with lust and appreciation.

“Bee,” he whispers, reaching out to brush his hand along your head. Cupping it gently and without force. Letting you choose how much of him you want to take. “God, m’so lucky.”

You hum around him, and he groans. “Taste so good, Daddy. Just had to have a taste.”

His thumb brushes along your cheek, feeling the way it swells with his cock. “Can have anything you want, baby girl,” he sighs. “You know that. I’m all yours. Can take whatever you want, whenever you want it.”

You’d smile if you could, instead squeezing his thighs three times to tell him you love him.

“There you go,” he grunts when you lean back to spit on him. “Fucking just like that…shit. So fucking good, baby—”

Your hand works the base of him while your lips and tongue focus on the tip. Spreading the extra lubrication around until the room fills with the sound of your pumps.

His hips are bucking up, but you can tell he’s resisting the urge to drive himself into your mouth. He wants to be gentle for you. Wants you to have the control, but he’s losing the battle quickly.

So, you shoot him a soft grin, and murmur, “Fuck my throat, Daddy. Just wanna feel good for you.”

Which is all he needs to hear in order to weave his fingers through your hair and tug.

“Is that right, hm?” he whispers deviously. “Then be a good girl…and fucking take me.”

So…you do.

The paper towel roll goes flying to the floor, along with a bag of coffee grounds and the mail.

Harry has you bent over the kitchen island, cock deep in your cunt while his hand tugs on your hair.

“That’s a good girl,” he groans, forcing your cheek into the marble. “Fucking take me, Bee. Just like that.”

Your tits are pressed to the cold counter as you whimper something that resembles his name. Followed by a very lascivious moan when he angles his thrusts up.

He’s been insatiable all afternoon. Starting with eating you out at the breakfast table, just to edge you with seconds to spare.

Then, the firm smacks to your ass every time he walked by. Along with sneaking up behind you to scatter hickies along your exposed neck.

And now this.

You’d been unpacking some of the kitchen utensils and newly bought groceries when the idea hit him. Wild eyes watching you closely as you sat atop the island and rummaged through a box.

He’d slipped his way between your dangling legs and began to kiss you. Hand dancing down to your shorts to feel you out. Toying with you until you realized what he really wanted.

Not long after, he had you down on the ground. Your panties shoved around your ankles as he took you from behind.

And you figured unpacking could wait.

“Har,” you whisper now, attempting to meet his rhythm with gentle rolls of your own. “Please…”

“What, baby girl?” he coos, feet kicking your legs further apart. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

And it is. It has been ever since he started eating you out on the newly built table. Warm and deliciously skilled mouth on your cunt as the dishes and plates rattled beside you.

You’d cursed him to hell for stopping before you could finish but you’re more than grateful for his remedy now. Because while his lips and tongue are divine, his cock is what you really crave.

He pulls out and lands a firm spank to your dripping and sensitive cunt. The sensation and the sound nearly making your knees buckle until he has to slip an arm around your stomach and keep you still.

Then, he does it again. And once more for good measure before he’s driving himself back in.

“Fucking hell,” he murmurs behind you, his palm still pressed to your head to keep you down. “S’fucking pretty. This sweet little hole just takes me so well, you know that? Gets me all nice and wet. Lets me fuck it the way I want. Fucking begs for me, doesn’t it?”

You nod beneath his hold, nails scraping down the counter in bliss.

“So fucking pretty.” His other hand comes back to your thigh to squeeze it harshly before moving for your ass. Spreading you even further so he can see the way he disappears into you. “God, just like that. So cute when you’re desperate. Know you aren’t gonna last much longer, are you, lovie?”

“No,” you whimper, gasping when his cock brushes the perfect spot. “Shit, no. Can’t…can’t hold it.”

“Then you better fucking ask, hm?” he taunts, quickly yanking on your hair to force you up. “Ask me to cum. Beg me to let you cum on my cock—”

“Please,” you obey without pause. Desolate and deranged. “Please, H, please—”

“Do better,” he hisses, spanking your ass in retaliation. “Know you can do better than that, Bee. So come on, let’s hear it—”

“Daddy, please,” you correct, tears in your eyes as you try to hold back the pleasure threatening to escape. “Please, I’m so close…can’t hold it—”

“No,” he grunts, landing another smack to your skin. “Again.”

You choke on a moan and work to find the right words. Or any words at all. “Please, Daddy. Please let me cum on your cock. Need it so bad, can’t…can’t fucking stand it. Just need you, Daddy. Need you, please…”

You feel him twitch inside you before he’s growling through a clenched jaw and murmuring, “Good fucking girl…go. Right now, Bee. Fucking cum—”

And you do. Only seconds before he inevitably follows, and the overwhelming rush nearly breaks you. The way he spills inside you, the way he holds you upright, the way he presses his fingers to your clit in order to drag you even further.

He ignores your whimpers and cries for mercy, tugging your squirming frame back into his chest until you go quiet. Lips nuzzled to your cheek as he whispers, “There you go, you’re all right. Deep breath, baby. You’re okay, just want one more—”

“Daddy—”

“Shh. Just one more.” His voice is gentle although his touch is anything but. Pressing and rubbing against the overused nerves until you’re actively arching in his hold. “One more, baby girl, you can give me one more. Know you can. Doing so good—”

It doesn’t take long for the second one to find you, and you feel him smile against your jaw as you come down from his fingers.

“There you go,” he praises quietly before taking his hand away and crouching down. The tip of his tongue ghosting up your inner thigh as you sigh.

You feel him smirk.

“Now…let's do something about this mess.”

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lovelytsunoda · 9 months

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i want candy // lando norris

summary: two podiums in a row for her lover boy. it’s time to celebrate.

pairing: lando norris x female reader

warnings: pure smut, but also giggly and kind of giddy.

“I mean, I stopped counting max’s wins like three races ago so in my books, you’re the big winner.” she laughs, settling across from him on the bed.

“if only the fia saw it that way.” lando laughed, clinking his glass against hers before tilting the champagne to his lips. “but two p2s in a row isn’t too bad, is it?”

“I’m proud of you, lando norris.”

lando smiled, leaning in to kiss her softly. “I’m glad you’re here.”

they crossed their arms over each others, chugging back their glasses. landos thumb rested on her upper thigh, near the hem of her tennis dress as he rubbed gentle circles on her skin. he leaned in, growling playfully as he sucked a hickey onto her neck.

“lando!” she giggled, jumping slightly at the contact against her sensitive skin, dropping the glass and frowning as the champagne worked its way across her skin, dripping onto the hotel bedspread.

“sorry, love.” he laughs, leaning down to lick up the champagne on her thigh.

she moans at the contact, placing the now empty glass on her nightstand before she leans back against the pillows, going up her skirt as lando sucks and kicks his way up her thigh, leaving hickeys and the stick of alcohol in his wake.

“come claim your prize, podium sitter:” she laughs, opening her thighs wider to expose the glittery orange panties she’s wearing. “it’s all for you, pretty boy.”

lando bites his bottom lip, hungry hands reaching to pull down her soaked panties, trying his best not to tear them.”

“lando..” she whined “you’re going too slowly.”

lando giggled, nuzzling his face into her thigh with a kiss. “I forgot how needy champagne makes you.”

“oh fuck off.” she laughs, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “please, lando.”

the driver crept his way up her thigh, blowing cool air over her clit, relishing in watching her drip onto the bedsheets. he leaned in and kissed her sopping core softly, gently teasing her with his tongue.

“you taste just like candy, love. and I want more.”

he kissed her again with even more intensity, slipping his tongue inside of her as she let out a hearty moan, arching her back from the bed before landos large hands pressed her back towards the mattress.

“lando!” she whined “fuck, god, please keep doing that.”

he grinned, witching his focus higher to suck her clit, sneaking a few fingers inside her while he was distracted. she moaned heartily, thighs threatening to close around his head as he rapidly plunged his fingers in and out of her opening, appendages covered in evidence of her arousal.

“try and keep your thighs open, baby. be a good girl for me.” lando cooed, pinching her clit with his free hand.

she screamed his name, bucking against his fingers and fighting the urge to touch her hard nipples underneath her dress. she settled for clutching the sheets, fingers becoming stiff from how hard she clutches the pristine white fabric.

it still astounded her how quickly lando could reduce her to this babbling moaning mess. she doesn’t beg, ever, but somehow lando could get her chanting ‘please’ like it was the only word in the dictionary, like it was a prayer for salvation.

“I can feel you clenching around my fingers, pretty girl.” lando chuckled, picking up the pace he was scissoring his fingers at, changing up the rhythm for better sensations, ones he knew would push her over the edge. “is my good girl going to come for me? come on my fingers, love, don’t be scared. soak my fingers in your come.”

“oh god!” she whines, things finally closing in around her lover as he uses his thumb to draw desperate circles on her clit, her fingers pulling on his curls, a growl leaving his throat. “lando, I’m gonna-“

“that’s it, pretty one. come for me. come, come. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”

“yes, god, lando, only you.” she babbled, unable to say much else as she came, walls contracting around landos fingers. “only you.”

he pulled his fingers out, slipping them into his mouth and sucking her juices off them. her eyes rolled back at the sight as lando positioned himself above her, a noticeable tent in his trousers.

“now look what you’ve done, pretty girl.” he chuckled, kissing her softly, allowing her to pull him into his arms. “I think you should take that dress off and let me unwrap the rest of my prize, because there’s no way in hell I’m done with you yet.”

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lunargrapejuice · 8 months

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neuvillette x afab!reader

the first time neuvi experiences the feeling of your pretty mouth<3

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, oral (male receiving hehe), cum eating

neuvillette had never considered pleasure such as this; your delicate lips pressing kisses over the bulge in his boxers the moment you had unzipped his slacks enough to get to it. his cock was already aching at your light touch and the heat of your breath through the little fabric that separated you spread through his entire body quickly. he had not known this to be something that humans indulged in or that you would be so eager as to do so in his office when stopping by to visit him at work but your dear monsieur neuvillette was never one to deny you.

heavy lashes darken the violet eyes that stare down at you on your knees in front of hin, nestled between his thighs, your own sparkling orbs unable to leave the impressive length that you reveal upon freeing him from his fabric confines. of course you knew how big he was. it wasn’t the first time you had been intimate together but the sight of his devine cock, long and thick with a pretty pink tip, always made your mouth water and right now you found that to be especially true.

before you could move further however, the familiar texture of his gloves brushes against the underside of your chin and with such tenderness he lifts your gaze to his. sunlight pours in from the windows and illuminates him in a soft glow, the rosiness of his cheeks unmistakable on his pale skin and so striking against the swirling purple of his primal, loving, eyes.

“you are breathtaking, my love.”

if you weren’t flushed under his attention before it was certainly evident that you were now with how his words affected you, adorably shy for someone so needy on their knees before him. his honest and sweet words made your heart beat uncontrollably and you nuzzle into the large hand still lifting your chin before slipping from his grasp to do what you had been so desperate to do.

the way the air left his lungs the moment your tongue licked up the underside of his cock, flat and hot, right along a pretty vein that ran straight up to his flushed tip, was enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing and the taste of him only added to the wetness that damped your panties.

he wants to speak, tell you how good you feel but the back of his gloved hand on his mouth trying to stifle the groans rumbling from his chest keeps him from getting any words out. and when your delicate hand grabs the base of cock to give you a better angle to envelope his tip between your lips, slowly -inch by inch taking him until he hits the back of your throat, he does not know if can speak at all.

your throat tight around him, the heaviness of him on your tongue, his precum melting against your tastebuds and sticking in your mouth. he had indeed never experienced this type of pleasure and was so very in love with the sweet whimpers you let out as you seemed to be enjoying this as well.

his was fixated on you, pupils thin slits in the lavender glow of his eyes taking in every bit of you. the squeeze of your legs looking for friction. the wetness of the side of your lips and hand that pumps what you can not fit in your mouth. your other hand holding tightly onto his muscular thigh, just above where the tops of his boot rested. the flutter of your eyelashes with each intoxicating motion of your hollowed cheeks and eager tongue.

with a deep, primal, groan you feel him pulse in your hand and against the tip of your tongue when, after taking him as deep as you could, you pull away for a moment of air, your mouth messy with webs of precum and salvia. he doesn’t miss the sinful sight or the way it makes him greed to taste you too despite having just learned of this.. activity.

even needing air isn’t enough to pull you completely from him, not when it was this addicting to have him like this. through the deep breaths you took you continued to kiss the length of him, swirl the pad of your thumb over his leaking slit, licking him teasingly that gave a growl to his tone.

“mhm- i would appreciate your good behavior darling.”

“i can’t help myself,” you pout, undoubtedly cock drunk but you didn’t care how evident it was, loving how he reacts to you but stopping your fleeting touches to give him proper attention, kissing and sucking his tip, cashmere soft, coating your lips in him.

instinct led him to bury a hand into your hair, first moving back the tresses that had escaped from their place behind your ear, his heart skipping far too many beats at your honied hums when you lean into his touch and pump his dick thrice before taking him in your warm mouth once more.

his fingers flex in your hair, a light tug that would never hurt you falling in time with a groan of your name from the esteemed chief justice who was losing himself at your ministrations. with each attentive lick and swallow of his length, each time you try to take him deeper a small choke contracting around his cock followed by a muffled moan, he grew closer and closer to his release.

with the way you bobbed up and down on him, he can’t help but throw his head back, looking away for the first time since you got on your knees, cascades of long white spilling over the edges of his seat. his fingers tangle further into your own hair and his hips rocks lightly in sync with your movements. deep, hot, breaths turn into a rumble within the depths of his chest as he spills his cum down your throat, plentiful and thick, unable to hold back a single drop with how well you take him and suck him through his orgasm.

amethyst eyes find you before you can pull off of him completely with a pop, though hazy post orgasm bliss watching the string of saliva and cum that still connects you break and make your lips glisten in a mix of you both that he’s quick to taste. his tongue is on your lips before you have even calmed down yourself, powerful hands cradling your face with gentleness despite how desperate his kiss is with him hovering about you. you whimper as his tongue slides into your mouth and claims you desperately, like the taste of him on your tongue was the nourishment he’d been needing for so long.

“neuvillette~” you say breathlessly against his lips when he pulls away to allow you a moment to breathe but your mind is full of nothing but him, how badly you need him and love him and couldn’t bear to be apart from him, not an inch.

he knew, feeling very much the same and kisses you passionately in reply, devouring and swallowing every little murmur you give him. he continues his kisses while helping you to your feet without breaking from you, strong arms being your strength when your knees feel numb but you’re hardly standing for more than a moment before he pulls you into his lap. bangs white as snow and soft as feathers tickling your face at this proximity, your arms wrap around his neck and his embrace tightening around you as if you were not close enough already when he speaks against your lips.

“when i taste you, will you call my name then as well?”

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pastelclovds · 4 months

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can u do ABO au with slashers going through their heat and asking the reader coughbeggingcough for help?

cw: this was longer than expected, dom!top!gn!alpha!reader, sub!bottom!omega!michael myers, knotting, heats, praise kink, condom use, michael is implied to be a virgin, male omegas have pussies and dicks, all alphas have dicks. word count: 1.3 k

michael had experienced many things in his life, but one thing he never experienced, were his heats. because he was in the mental institution, michael was given suppressants by the doctors all his life up until he escaped and started his rampage.

but five days after his escape, he began feeling hot and sweaty, his vision was blurry, and his pussy was leaking slick like crazy. michael didn’t know what was happening to him, and for the first time in his life, he was confused and scared. it soon got worse to the point where michael couldn’t even walk and hid himself in an alley. that’s when he meet you. you were an alpha that was throwing out the trash behind your house, when you caught the scent of an omega in heat.

you were obviously worried for the poor soul, so you followed the scent, and there you found the infamous bogeyman. michael gripped onto his knife with a shaky hold and tried to attack you, but his movements were slow and you quickly slapped the knife out of his hands. michael let out a threatening growl and pounced on top of you, the air was pushed out of your lungs as michael’s hands were put beside your head and made you stay down. “h-hey, i just want to help you. an omega shouldn’t be out in public during their heat, you’re in pain, aren’t you?” you asked, trying to keep a calm voice and pumping out comforting pheromones.

michael let out deep pants of air, you could tell he was holding onto his last bit of strength by the way his body was shaking. michael unexpectedly whines when he unknowingly rubs his clothed hard-on against your thigh. you gently put your hand on his plastic cheek, you ask, “has this ever happened to you?” michael shakes his head no, you know enough about this guy to know that he was dangerous, but you couldn’t just leave him here to suffer through his first heat.

“let me help you, please,” you pleaded, michael thought long and hard, and eventually agreed. you led him inside your house, up to your bedroom, and quickly got to business. before you could even remove your boxers, michael pushed you onto your bed, dry humping you like a feral beast. you pulled michael in for a kiss against his covered lips as you zipped him out of his jumpsuit so that he was just in his underwear. as michael fought with your mouth for dominance, you flip the both of you over so that michael’s back was on the mattress.

you reach for your nightstand and take out lube and a condom pack from the drawer. michael’s breath hitches as he watches you pull your cock out and slide the condom on. you smile down at the bogeyman and went to kiss so dangerously close to his abdomen up to his large chest. “you have such a beautiful body, michael. your abs, arms, and thighs are strong,” you pull michael’s underwear down, and place your hands between his thick thighs to pull them apart and reveal his wet entrance. “oh what i would give to have my head between these things, and have you ride my face. perhaps we could do it next time, if you want to,” michael’s dick twitched in interest as more slick spilled from his cunt. he liked praise, noted.

you didn’t want to tease him too much because once again, he was in heat, and you were slightly scared of what he would do if you kept him waiting any longer. you wanted to make his first heat as pleasurable as possible.

you slipped in a finger, his walls took you in with ease. michael moaned when you began to work your finger inside him, he’d never had something that big inside him before. you were putting his comfort above your own pleasure, precum gathered at the tip of michael’s cock. he let out another loud whine when you put another finger inside him, he moved to cover his mouth. there was so much slick that you didn’t think he even needed lube, michael thrusted against your fingers, desperately looking for the relief he needed. deciding he was loose enough, you pulled your fingers out of his pussy (he glared at you through his mask for doing so), grabbed the lube, and poured it over your slick covered hand to bathe your cock in.

you held out your hand for michael, “let me know if you feel uncomfortable, okay?” michael was taken aback by your gentleness, but nodded and took your hand in his. you wrapped his legs around your waist, lined your cock up to his dripping pussy, and slowly pushed inside, thankfully he was wet and loose enough so you bottom out with ease. michael squeezed your hand as he breathed heavily, his walls were so warm, you resisted the urge to just plow him then and there.

it wasn’t until he was grinding his hips that he silently told you to fuck him. you set a deep but slow pace, michael let out guttural groans when the fat heat of your cock hit his sweet spot. slaps of skin against skin filled your ears, along with you and michael’s mixed moans made your hips speed up. michael gasped when you grabbed his legs and pushed them against his chest, the new angle made you thrust deeper into him. “you feel- oh, so good for me, mikey. gonna make me cum soon,” michael moans breathlessly in your ear as his hands grip desperately on your back.

the bed slammed against your wall in sync with your pace, the smell of heat and sex filled the room, and if there was anyone in your house, they would be able to hear you two fucking like animals. michael could feel his walls tighten around you before slick and cum dirty your thighs and chest. he holds you as tight as he can, overstimulation overcoming him as you relentlessly use him to chase your end. your knot starts to expand, making it harder to thrust until you finally bottom out and fill the condom with hot cum.

michael and yourself were cover in a thin layer of sweat as you both let your orgasms wash over you. it took awhile until your knot lessened enough to pull out, “you were so good for me michael, relax while i get us some water and napkins,” michael watched as you threw away the used condom and left the room, he felt so much better than earlier, albeit sweaty, but still good. you came back with two glasses of water and a tissue box and sat beside michael. you made a move to take off his mask, but he took your wrist in a death grin and let out a warning grown.

“sorry baby, but you need to drink something,” michael was silent, you sighed and put the glass on top of the nightstand beside the bed. “after i’m done cleaning you up, i’m going to sleep, you can drink then. i don’t want you having a sore throat.” you rip a few tissue out of the box and begins cleaning michael and yourself. michael was watching you like a hawk the entire time, your face, your neck that didn’t have a mating mark (yet), and your cock. once you’re done, you wrap your bedsheets around michael and yourself. you smile at michael before kissing his masked cheek and resting your head on a pillow facing him, “goodnight, michael.” he watches as you drift off to sleep and you begin drooling on the pillow case. you looked so peaceful when you sleep.

the morning came, and michael was was not beside you. you were fully expecting him to kill you in your sleep, but thankfully he didn’t. you thought that would be the last and only time you’ll ever see the bogeyman. oh how wrong you were. you weren’t upset though, in fact, you were gleeful.

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sea-lanterns · 10 months

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LAST FRIDAY NIGHT

synopsis: party hookups with the inazuma girls

featuring: miko, sara, ei, shinobu, ayaka, yoimiya, kokomi

rating: 18+ n.s.f.w (men and minors dni)

warning(s): sub! afab fem reader (miko, sara, ei, shinobu), dom! afab fem reader (ayaka, yoimiya, kokomi), alcohol, slightly drunk s.ex, semi-public s.ex, swearing, vibrators, cunnilingus, fingering, marking, hickies, thigh riding, skinny dipping, may be ooc.

art credits: bai lijin among mortals

MIKO

“They’re drunk, they won’t notice we’re gone…”

Miko’s tongue dragged over your lips as she kept lustfully kissing you in the watery heat of the party’s hot tub, hands gripping at your sides to keep you situated firmly on her lap, almost as if she wanted to keep you from squirming away. Right now, Miko was supposed to be out mingling with guests as she was the host leading this party. However, things have changed, as Miko couldn’t help but let her eyes wander over the sculpture of your figure. Tongue itching for a taste, as she practically dragged you over to the hot tub for what she so desperately desired.

You.

“Miko, they’re looking for you…” you gasped breathlessly, hands roaming down the arch of your back and squeezing your ass when she finally came down to it.

“And…?” Miko purred out lustfully, teeth nipping at your lips to get a better taste of your body. “Why would I pay attention to a bunch of drunkards when I have you right here…”

She was right, you know. A hot girl in your lap in a hot tub, who wouldn’t want to just stay there forever? Miko understood, as her strong grip kept you sitting against her with her tongue diving in to taste yours. The cute whimpers that left your throat enough for the hostess to groan with pleasure, wanting, craving for more more more…

“You’re so sweet…” Miko whispers, fingers trailing down to the strings of your swimsuit. “May I? I’ll be quick…”

You laughed softly at her curious beg for consent, the party girl staring up at you with big, lustful puppy-like eyes. “You’re very cute, for someone so flirty…” you whispered, allowing her to slide a finger up into your bottoms and slot themselves in between your lower lips.

“Likewise, pretty girl…” she murmurs against your upper ones, swallowing up the small moans you let out while she slowly starts to push her fingers in…

SARA

“Don’t worry, Miko won’t know we’re in here…”

Sara pushed you up against the wall and started grunting into your neck the further she pressed into you, teeth grazing your skin as firm arms caged you in with no means of escape. What started off as a few drinks with the jock of your women’s basketball team led to a few slips of a tongue as you found yourself making out with the infamous Kujou Sara at Yae Miko’s annual party. Something neither you or Sara herself would ever imagine doing.

She held you up in her arms and kept your legs wrapped around her waist. Large, calloused hands cupping your ass as she ground your clothed cunt against hers. “Wait…not too loud— mmh…” Sara didn’t listen, sucking dark hickies on your neck as she continued grinding you hard against the wall.

“It’s okay, Miko’s my friend. She wouldn’t mind…” Sara sighs and squeezes your ass, “If anything, she’s probably fucking a girl too…”

You feel her fingers dip into the waistband of your shorts, toying with the upper skin of your folds before slowly trailing down. “Just…don’t tell Miko we’re doing this in her room, okay?”

While you’re sure the party hostess wouldn’t mind given how close she and Sara were, you still held a tinge of worry in your eyes as Sara hoisted you up with your strength until she was eye level with your unzipped shorts. Fabric already darkened from your arousal as she used her teeth to pull the zipper.

“So wet already…” she groans, leaning in to press her tongue against your panties and taste you through the cotton. “So good…”

Sara was strong in every way, but her tongue, oh her tongue. It was brutal as it pushed its way through the cotton layer and managed to make you feel just how thick it was. The warm muscle sliding up to the waistband of your panties as her teeth threatened to pull the fabric down, leaving you bare and naked to the all-seeing eye of the jock of the basketball team…

“I bet you’re just dripping for me under there…” Sara whispers hotly as her teeth latch on and yank your underwear for her to see. Eyes glazing over with lust as your twitching, pretty pussy lay on display for her mouth to devour…

“Hush, I can’t concentrate…”

Hidden away in the basement of Miko’s mansion, Ei was playing on the Switch Miko had, with you seated on her lap and trying not to tremble at the vibrator she taped to your clit. It was fortunate that you were the only two in the basement, as the party was happening upstairs. But literally anyone could walk down and see you like this; trembling, whimpering, and creaming all over Ei’s lap while she absentmindedly clicked through another level of her video game.

“Ei…is this the last level?” You asked shakily, the vibrating sensations edging you for release. It wasn’t enough, you needed more. Where did Ei even get this thing anyway? You assumed she must’ve borrowed it from Miko…

“Just one more darling, I promise…” Ei kisses your ear and reaches over to grab the remote of the vibrator, switching it up to a higher setting.

“Oh!” Damn! That felt good…

“Is that better?” Ei hums, toying around with the controller as she quickly glances at your face. Oh, the sight was beautiful. Your pretty eyes all teary and close to crying, cheeks blemished in a way that had her gripping you closely. You were the definition of a good time at this party…

“Alright, fine. You win…” Ei sighs softly, pausing her game and scooping you up in her lap, setting you down on the couch before pulling out the vibrator.

As the toy’s wire slid out from between your folds, you gasped and whimpered at the loss of stimuli. “Ei…” you groaned, trying to glare at her angrily for depleting you of pleasure entirely. “You better make up for this…”

“I will, I will…” the usually quiet girl reaches down and pulls your shorts completely off, throwing it somewhere on the floor of the basement. “Just don’t be so whiny, there’s people upstairs…”

Plunging her fingers into your slick, she slid them in with ease and kissed the skin of your stomach, pushing your shirt up to expose more of your torso while feeling you clench and squeeze all over her.

SHINOBU

“You’re very good at riding me, you know…”

Shinobu smiles as you ground your hips down against her thigh, slick folds sliding up and down the toned muscle while she flexes every so often to keep you lurching for more. An angry knock at the bathroom door signifies that you’ve been in there for too long, but do you and Shinobu care? Hell no.

“There’s other bathrooms…” Shinobu grins, hands gripping your waist as she maneuvers you back and forth in her thigh, “It’s Miko’s house after all…”

You groaned and clung onto Shinobu’s shoulders for support, rocking your hips against the girl’s toned legs while she sucked your nipples with her tongue. Tweaking it with the tip and leaving dark bruising marks on your skin from her teeth.

“Hey! You’ve been in here for ten minutes!” A voice called out from outside the door. The punkette groaning and gripping your hips tighter, still rocking you brutally as she leans back against the toilet lid.

“Use the other ones! I’m busy!” Shinobu swallowed up the moan you let out when she flexed her muscle against your clit. Tongue delving deep into your mouth as she prodded and pressed her tongue against yours. One hand reaching up to grope your left breast and massage it as you rode.

Although you were worried about taking up one of the bathrooms with Shinobu, you had to admit that it was one of the best things you ever did as your eyes rolled back in pleasure from the way she drove you back. “Fuck— ‘nobu…” you could feel yourself creaming over her thighs as sticky squelches and smacks could be heard throughout the room. Shinobu’s purple eyes glazing with lust as she leaned in to kiss you.

“You’re so fucking hot…” She murmurs, pink tongue licking over her teeth as she contemplates what else to do with you. “Can you bend over against the sink? I have some more ideas.”

AYAKA

“More please…Ah…”

Innocent girl Ayaka who had one too many drinks and ended up head over heels for you. Spotting you from across the pool and core absolutely throbbing the moment she saw you…

She wanted you, she needed you. You were so hot and she wondered how many ways you’d make her cum with Miko’s party music blasting in the distance. Ohhh she needed you so bad, evident with how her thighs squished together as heat pulsed through her core. You noticed, of course you did. And instead of trying to sober her up like the kind hearted girl you were, you ended up stumbling into one of Miko’s guest rooms with Ayaka below you, peppering sweet kisses against her neck with her legs wrapped around your waist.

“Mmh…!” Ayaka was so adorably whiny, bare legs in the air as her shiny cunt took your fingers so well. She was so wet, she must’ve been soaked while talking to you by the poolside, precum globbing inside her underwear as just hearing your voice made the woman want to cry.

“You’re so wet…” You groaned, smelling the alcohol from innocent Ayaka’s body, “Were you like this when you were staring at me…?”

You wanted to laugh at how pathetically guilty she looked as she nodded. Too tipsy to realize how honest she was being as she swallowed more of your fingers in. “You’re so cute…”

God! Why did you have to praise her!?

You felt Ayaka’s walls spasm the moment you called her cute and she squirted all over the palm of your hand. Your eyes widened at the sight, Ayaka even more so as she blushed and covered her mouth in shame. Fuck, that was so hot…

“I’m sor—” Ayaka gasped when you sped up the pace, not quite done with her yet as she gripped onto your shoulders to ride her orgasm. “Oh…oh…mm!”

“That was so hot…” you whispered out breathlessly, squeezing the woman tighter against you as her walls clenched and tightened around you. “Guess you’re not as innocent as it seems…”

YOIMIYA

“Yikes! That’s cold…”

As the liquor trickled down Yoimiya’s neck and down her breasts, you found yourself licking your lips at the sight and moving in to taste the trail. Yoimiya squeaks at the warm sensation from your tongue and quietly groans in pleasure, looking down at you with a heavy blush on her cheeks.

“H-Hey…that’s not fair…” she giggles, taking another shot of liquor and tipping it towards you to drink. “You have to drink too, I can’t be the only one getting tipsy…”

You chuckled and let her feed you through the glass, liquid burning down your throat as it slid down your gullet with ease. Yoimiya was a tricky one however, as she purposely spilled a little bit past your lips and smirked when she saw you squirm.

Oh, she shouldn’t have done that…

Tongue immediately on her lips, you French kissed her into submission and pulled her body flush against yours, cocktail dresses all drenched in the mess as you dove your tongue in to meet hers. Yoimiya was flustered, heavily so as the mix of alcohol and you on her tongue had her thighs pressing together to keep the wetness from spreading. She was so turned on…

“Hah…why don’t we…go somewhere more secluded…?” Yoimiya giggles nervously, staring up at you with the cutest awkward look you’ve ever seen on a girl. She presses a small kiss to the edge of your mouth and shyly tugs your wrist forward. “We can continue in one of Miko’s guest rooms. Come on…”

Her words were simple. Just head to one of the guest rooms and continue there, right? Wrong. If only you two were able to keep your hands to yourselves, hands grabbing at Yoimiya’s breasts as she finally caves and lets you pin her to the wall of some distant hallway. Deciding to just ‘fuck it’ and pray no one wanders down this way.

“Ah…dammit.” Yoimiya whines as your tongue trails over a nipple, sucking on it with ease. She grips onto the scalp of your hair and tugs you down to go lower. “Too much…’s too much..”

Too much she says? You chuckle and kneel down to be eye level with her dress, flipping it up to give her the best cunnilingus she’d ever receive…

KOKOMI

“It’s not that cold I promise…”

Kokomi smiles up at you as she stands there naked in the water behind Miko’s beach house. Out of everyone attending the party, you didn’t expect Kokomi of all people to suggest skinny dipping in the dark. Her clothes all scattered on the sandy beach shore while she beckons for you to come closer.

“I swear it’s not that cold…”

Yeah, right. You roll your eyes playfully and begin stripping off your underwear to get in, Kokomi’s eyes locked on your figure as she runs over the sculpt of your ass in awe. Damn, you’re hot…

Perhaps Kokomi wasn’t as innocent as she seemed to be, as the moment you dove into the water she quickly swam up to you and pressed her naked body against yours, pushing you alongside the stone wall as you felt her pussy bump into yours. “Kokomi…!” You laughed in genuine surprise, her breasts rubbing up against yours as she leans in for a kiss under the moonlight.

“I think you’re drunk.” You say with a smirk, blocking her lips from reaching yours.

“I think you’re wrong.” Kokomi rebuttals, a playful smile joining her face as she leans forward to whisper in your ear. “I haven’t had a drink all night. I just wanted to do this with you…”

Okay, this wasn’t the quiet girl Kokomi you knew, but wow was it hot. Perhaps you’ve awakened something in her during her stay at this particular party. After all, it seems that everyone has found a hookup one way or another tonight. It might just be something in the air…

‘Ah fuck it.’ You only live once and decided to lean in and scoop Kokomi up in your arms. Squeals emitting from her perfect lips as you kissed and molded her body against yours. The way she hooked her legs around your waist was everything, and as you pinned her back to the wall and began grinding at her cunt, all you could think was…

‘Thank god it’s Friday…’

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bunnyreaper · 6 months

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Hello! First of all, I LOVE your blog!! Could you please do forced breeding with John Price if you haven't? Maybe older roomate Price..

ahh hi, thank you!

older roommate!price, who you moved in with due to a recommendation from a friend in the military. otherwise you probably would've been pretty hesitant to move in with any kind of older guy, but your friend assured you john price was a good, decent man.

plus he was barely ever there--basically a guest in his own flat rather than anything else. most of the time you had free reign as he was deployed or on base. when he was home, he was incredibly courteous--neat and organised and not at all a nuisance.

you knew john worked hard, saw some shit, so when he was home you liked to cook and bake for him, grab him beers and keep him company--and you managed to only blush a little when he made a joke about how you're basically his young, pretty housewife.

the truth is that you want him, bad. you shouldn't have a crush on your older roommate who surely doesn't view you in that way. but it's hard to not feel something when he greets you in the kitchen, tight shirt and grey sweatpants, a lazy smile as he reaches around you to grab a mug--all while telling you something smells amazing (and those baby blues are looking straight at you and not the food)

or when you're sat watching a movie together and you get distracted watching the way his hand wraps around the neck of the beer bottle you just fetched for him (while he gave you a wink and a thanks, love) or the way his neck bobs as he swallows or how he so happily will watch anything with you even if he hates it.

so it shouldn't have surprised you too much when he caught you staring, and finally decided to do something about it. everything changed in an instant as he pulls you into his laps, fingers splaying over your thighs as he pushes you down onto his clothed, hard cock.

he takes everything slow, stripping you down while he remains dressed--kissing your cheek, your neck, the tops of your breasts. he makes you drip and tremble, systematically undoes you under tender kisses and lingering touches that move closer and closer to where you need him most.

he has you exposed, fully at his disposal as he lounges back and pushes his sweatpants down, freeing his thickness that looks way too fucking big to be inside you. with the way he's touching you, with the way he's rubbing the head through your slick, drippy holes, it's so hard to think. and he just leads so naturally, coaxes you into everything he wants under his convincing touch and devilish lips.

you know you should say something when he slips inside, you know you should tell him he has to pull out but it just feels so fucking good. he's older, experienced, knows exactly how to touch you, how to roll your hips against him in just the right way to steal your breath from you.

and he looks so fucking feral, driving his cock as deep inside you as it'll possibly go, grinding himself against your insides and getting lost in the pleasure. you're practically a doll on top of him, being manipulated by his large, rough hands. "feels too good, love. jus' wanna make you feel good too. you deserve it, f'being my little wife."

wife. the word shoots through you like lightning, not technically true and yet so accurate in many ways. you keep his home warm, keep his belly fed and now have committed to keeping his balls drained. all the duties a good little wife tends to. you moan out deliciously, lost in the idea of being his.

his arms wrap around your waist, anchoring you to him with no escape.

"how about i make you a mother, yeah?" he coos, rocking in deeper--clearly losing his mind with the pleasure. "really make you mine."

it's just the dirty talk, you convince yourself, its not something he's going to actually do.

"ill come home knowing I have a pretty little thing like you growing my kid." his words turn to growls, his arms like a vice around you as panic sets in and you try to wriggle free. "john, please I don't--" it's hard to finish your sentence with the surge of pleasure as he bounces you up and down his length, latches onto your neck with a filthy kiss. you're so young, and he's so much older, you can't become a mother...

and yet every movement of john's hips brings you closer and closer to that eventuality, his strength too much for you to overcome as you try to free yourself from your fate.

john's eyes fix on yours, something so soft in his gaze despite the way he's forcing you to take his cum. "shhh, i know what's best for yer, promise, darling. just let me fuck a kid into you."

#john price x reader #captain price x reader #captain john price x reader #bunny mail #lmaoooo today really is breeding day in the bunny house

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cas-skz · 1 year

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Okay can I please request a smut with hyunjin?

Can you use size kink as well?

Thank you 🙏

I HOPE I DID JUSTICE 🫡

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

| non-idol au | smut | established/new relationship

18+!!! MDNI plz&thnx

[requests- closed]

His cock was too big for you. For the first few weeks of your relationship, time and time again you tried to fit him inside you. Hyunjin was worried about hurting you, and insisted it was okay, but you wanted him bad.

You sat on his waist, his large cock clenched between your wet pussy lips as you glided on him.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” You moaned softly, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

His head fell back as you continued to glide and tease your entrance, pushing him deeper each time.

You were soaking wet, having already came twice when Hyunjin ate you out earlier.

“Ah— Fuck.” You gasped, settling slowly onto his cock. You could feel him stretching you, the warmth of his cock making you tremble.

His eyes watched your every move, his hands ran along your body as his head fell back, “You’re so fucking tight my love.” Hyunjin moaned, lacing his hands with yours.

You bit your lip as you slowly started to rut against him, feeling your wetness dripping down. Once you felt adjusted, you started to slowly ride him.

Your walls started to relax around him, allowing his cock to reach places you’d never felt.

Hyunjin grabbed your thighs, stopping your body.

You pouted down at him, trying to keep yourself moving, only to have his grip tighten.

“You’re gonna make me cum, like immediately.” He chuckled, pulled you down to him. He kissed your lips deeply, running his hands up for body to cup your face.

“But I wanna make you cum.” You whispered against his lips. His cock twitched at your words, giving you an idea.

You started to contract your walls, using keagles to your advantage. “Don’t you wanna cum for me?” You moaned, trailing your lips to his neck, sucking softly at his sweet skin.

His body was tense underneath you, like he was using all his might not to burst.

You started to move your hips again, each thrust filling you out as your release dripped down.

Hyunjin’s arms wrapped around your waist as his hips started to move with yours, pushing his cock even deeper into you. “Fuck.” You moaned in his ear, your nails digging into his chest. “Just like that…Fuck…Give me your fucking cum.”

His thrusts started to pick up, your breathing was fast and hot against his ear. Your head felt fuzzy as you started to peak, a wave of bliss and pleasure rocking through you as felt him release inside you. Your bodies came to stop simultaneously, the feeling of both your orgasms making you shake on top of him.

His hand slapped down on your butt cheek as he brought your lips back to his, “You feel so good on my big cock.” He moaned between sloppy kisses.

Hyunjin sat up with you still connected, his fingers running slowly up and down your back. “You’re so beautiful, I can’t believe your mine.”

“Always yours babe.” You held his face in your hands, gently kissing his lips.

“Always?”

“Always.”

He leaned you back slowly onto the near by bed as he continued to kiss you, his large cock slipping out as he readjusted you both.

Hyunjin ran the tip of his cock along your clit before slowly pushing back inside, “You okay baby?”

You nodded, “So good.”

Your hand snuck down to your clit, “Don’t move Hyunie.” You moaned, swirling your fingers around your wet bud.

Hyunjin leaned back a bit, admiring you as you played with yourself.

“Fuck you’re so sexy baby.” Hyunjin groaned, his hips starting to thrust the tiniest bit. “Cum on my big cock so I can fuck my cum deeper into you.”

You giggled up at him, “Nice and slow? So I can feel every inch of you?”

“That’s what you want?” He tilted his head at you, licking his lips as your body started to pulse through the next orgasm. “All of it?”

“All of it.” You moaned, your back arching slightly off the bed as you continued to cum on his firm length.

Hyunjin thrusted slowly, pushing himself deeper and deeper until he was fully in.

He leaned down to kiss you again, biting your bottom lip, “My good girl.” He whispered, his soft kisses matching pace with his slow thrusts.

Your hand balled in his hair as you moaned into the kiss, every inch of his cock filling you out.

“Fuck I love you, Hyunjin.”

You didn’t even realize that you had just told him you love him for the first time.

“I love you too, so fucking much.” He kissed you deep and passionately, finding your free hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

Your head fell back as his thrusts started to pick up, the sound of your wetness filling the room between the loud moans.

“Baby.” You gasped, feeling his teeth dig into your neck as his cock stiffened inside you.

It pushed you over the edge. Sending you into a nearly screaming orgasm, Hyunjin’s lips found yours again, roughly kissing you and muffling your moans.

It felt like you lost consciousness as Hyunjin started to cum with you, each deep stroke hitting your gspot.

He held you close to him as his load continued to unload, twitching and throbbing inside your wet filled pussy.

When you finally came to rest, Hyunjin pulled you close to him, holding you as he whispered sweet words of love and comfort into your ear.

“I meant what I said.” You said faintly, turning the slightest bit to look at him. “I’m sorry it came out like that…”

Hyunjin let out a sleepy laugh as his eyes fluttered open to look at you. “You have no reason to apologize.” He turned himself a bit more to kiss you deeply, “I’ve been in love with you for years, and now you’re finally mine.” He gently kissed your lips a few more times before pecking your nose. “I love you, my queen.”

You couldn’t hold back as tears started to form in your eyes, the flutter in your heart making you feel overjoyed. “I love you too, so much.”

#this started as a Chan fic tbh #stray kids #skz #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #skz smut #skz fanfic #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x female reader #hyunjin x y/n #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin x you

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tasteracha · 1 year

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the best man - part II

word count: 1.5k

pairing: lee minho x afab!reader

warnings: multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, smut - MINORS DNI

synposis: the best man and the maid of honor have to fuck after the wedding, right? it's the rules. there is a part I, but can be read as a stand-alone.

by the time the two of you stumble out of the elevator on your way up to his hotel room, your lips are red bitten and his collar is crooked, both of you slightly out of breath as if you had taken the stairs instead. he pulls you into his room without a word, shaky hand swiping the keycard and taking three tries to get it right. he pulls you back into a kiss before the door closes, pressing you up against the wall with his body crowding into yours.

“you look so fucking hot in this,” you mumble against his lips, hands fisting into his lapels as you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip.

“me?” he says, pulling back with his eyes wide. his arms are framing you, hands pressed against the wall on either side of your head. “look at you, i couldn’t keep my eyes off of you all night.”

“likewise,” you smirk, pulling him in by his tie to recapture his lips. you’re both breathing hard again but you don’t care - this has been building up for so long that nothing could ruin it. his lips taste like the champagne you toasted with earlier, he smells like flowers and sweet cologne, so strong you feel yourself getting drunk on it. he’s so intoxicating that when he pulls back by a few steps you whine at the loss of his warmth against you.

he moves to sit on the large loveseat in the corner of the room, right next to the big windows, instead of the bed where you expected him to go. you follow him like an obedient pet until his words make you freeze, just steps away from him.

“c’mon pretty, come sit on my lap,” he says, unbuckling his belt, slipping it out of the loops of his pants and throwing it off to the side. he pats his leg when you don’t move, starry eyes looking up at you.

you move towards him again and go to lift up your dress to take it off, but he hums at you and reaches for your hand.

“leave it on,” he says, ears tinting a little pink as he averts his eyes. you shrug and hold back a grin as you climb into his lap, pressing your face into his neck before you can think about this situation too much. the dress hikes up to your thighs, pooling around his hips. you grind down against him and he groans into your hair, hands moving to grip at your waist and still you.

“you’re driving me crazy,” he moans as you mouth down his neck, sucking gently and resisting the urge to sink your teeth into his skin.

“if you’re crazy, then i’m insane,” you speak into his skin, fumbling at the fly of his pants, trying to get it open so you can finally feel him. you don’t think you can wait any longer.

his cock is pink and flushed, hard in your grip when you finally get him out of his pants. you stroke him a few times, marveling at the way he’s already leaking at the tip and his chest is heaving. you’re leaking into your panties, you can feel it as your hips twitch against his thigh. it’s not enough, too little stimulation, but it still makes your entire body shiver.

“can i sit on your cock?” you ask, the question coming out of you brazenly in a way you never thought you could. you’ve always been a little shy about asking for what you want like this, you prefer to let others guide you, but with him you can’t help but want.

“fuck,” he breaths out as you continue to stroke him in slow, rhythmic motions. “yeah, okay. please.”

and it’s like you’re moving in fast forward as you pull your underwear down and line him up at your leaking entrance, your hole clenching in anticipation. he guides you down onto him with a bruising grip on your hips, and you gasp and throw your head back a little when you’re fully seated. you’re so full, he’s filling every inch of you so perfectly that you can feel his cock twitch inside of you when you start to move. you unbutton his shirt as you move, impressed with your own ability to multitask; you run your hands over his chest once it’s free, the smooth planes of muscles feeling like butter under your fingertips.

“we should open the windows, hmm?” he teases, words coming out in breaths of air as you swirl your hips on his in an increasing pace. he pulls you into him until your body is flush with his, his arms wrapping around you, pinning you to him, needing you close. “show everyone just how pretty you look on top of me.”

the words punch a breath out of you, the sweetness of his arms around you mixing with his dirty words makes you dizzy. it hits you that this is the real minho - all salty sugar, a perfect blend of savory and sweet mixing together on your tongue. you wonder how many people have known him like this.

all you know is that you plan to be the last.

one of his hands moves to rub at your clit, making shapes with his fingers that send waves of pleasure rippling throughout your body. he’s too good at this, too good at knowing how to touch you just right, given that it’s your first time together. your orgasm approaches quicker than you were prepared for, and you shake on his cock as you fall apart in disorienting pleasure. he groans under you as you tighten around him; his hands rub circles into your back while you come down, slumped against him.

you’re jolted out of your daze when you feel the gravity leave your body, the only thing keeping you upright was his arms holding you up as he carries you to the bed. it shocks you, the blatant display of strength sending tender shocks through you and you gasp when he fucks up into you a little. he’s still inside of you.

he dumps you onto the bed, gentle enough that it doesn’t hurt as much as take your breath away for the hundredth time that night. he wastes no time crawling over you and settling himself back in, pausing to let you get used to him again.

“been wanting this for so long,” he pants into your neck, starting to slide in and out of you, like he was made to do it. “waiting for you.”

“me,” you gasp out when he thrusts up into you just right, hitting that spot inside of you that makes stars flash through your eyes. “me too.”

he fucks you like his life depends on it, like he won’t be able to breath if he wasn’t connected with you in every way. him hard inside of you, his lips fluttering at your jaw, his fingers entangled with yours where they lay above your head. he’s consumed you and all you can do is lay there and take what he’s giving you. he pulls the dress off of you at some point, helping you sit up so he can maneuver your arms out of it, and he wastes no time taking advantage of the newfound patches of skin he can rake his nails over.

another orgasm washes over you like a tsunami, slowly edging back and then hitting you all at once, and you almost black out when he doesn’t stop. he’s fucking you through it, his thrusts going off-rhythm as he nears his own high.

“no, stay,” you plead when he tries to pull out, aftershocks jolting your body with every millimeter he moves.

“i know this is cheesy enough, but we can’t get pregnant at our best friends’ wedding,” he says in a strangled voice, his control almost snapping with the way you were clenching around him.

“i’m on birth control, dumbass,” you roll your eyes fondly, choking on a gasp when he fucks back into you at your words. the snark leaves you in an instant as your body goes limp, your heart fluttering in anticipation as he roughly thrusts into you again. it doesn’t take long, the sight of you fucked out with your hair messily haloed around your head enough of a sight to send him over the edge. he lets out a stringy moan as he buries himself deeper than you thought he could go, spurts of hot cum filling you as his hips jerk in little aborted movements. he collapses next to you a moment later, taking in lungfuls of air as he stares at the ceiling with wide eyes.

“that was amazing,” he breathes out, turning to look at you with a small smile on his face, blinking slowly as he takes you in. you roll over into his body with a nod, throwing a leg over his and settling your head onto his shoulder.

“you know what else would be amazing?” you look up at him through your eyelashes, pouting a bit. “some cake.”

“why do we need cake when i have some right here?” he swats your butt with a delighted cackle, making you squawk and bite his shoulder in retaliation. you meet eyes and burst into laughter, curling around each other as you try and control yourselves.

you doze off a few moments later, only to be woken up with a knock from room service announcing the arrival of your cake.

part I

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yxngbxkkie · 7 months

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simp for me (s.c)

seeing 3racha has given me writing inspiration, and i thank them 😌 i'm super glad i finally got a good idea for changbin! i've been trying to write for him more 💓 anyway, i hope you all like this!

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

"What time is your soundcheck in the morning?" You ask Changbin, your boyfriend of three years.

He glances at you through the mirror in the hotel room. "It's at ten," Changbin mentions while turning to face you.

The two of you smile at each other, your heart swelling in your chest. "You're so handsome, Changbinnie," you boast, sitting up from the king-sized bed.

"And you're so pretty, baby," he smiles shyly, walking over to where you're sitting. You spread your legs so he can stand between them.

"Just pretty?" You joke with him, laying your hands against his outer thighs. Changbin rolls his eyes at you beforehand, setting his hands on your cheeks.

"Beyond pretty, baby. Ethereal," he mentions and kisses your lips quickly. Your cheeks flush at his compliment, smiling up at him. "Thank you for coming with me."

"Of course, honey," you giggle, leaning forward to rest your head against his stomach. "I knew you were gonna ask anyway."

Changbin combs his fingers through your hair, a giggle escaping his lips. "Oh, yeah? And, how'd you know?" He asks you, and you shift your head so you can look at him.

"Because you're a simp for me," you giggle, moving your hands to grab a hold of his.

"I hate you so much," he laughs, shaking his head. A sigh leaves his lips shortly after before making eye contact with you again. "But, you're so right."

"I love you too," you laugh as you intertwine your fingers with his.

Changbin squeezes your hand in his, leaning forward to kiss the crown of your head. "Do you wanna go get dinner?" He asks you, glancing towards the clock. "It's almost seven, and neither of us has eaten yet."

"Yeah, I'm down for dinner," you nod your head. Your boyfriend steps away from you, dropping your hands to grab his shoes. "Do you want me to invite Ji and Channie?"

He sits down beside you on the bed before putting his shoes on. "Can it just be us? I'm feeling a little selfish today," Changbin mentions with pink cheeks, his eyes darting between you and his shoes.

Your heart skips a beat in your chest, and you nod without hesitation. "I'm so in love with you, Changbin," you sigh, shaking your head at how cute he is. "Of course, it can just be us. Just a normal couple in a big city."

He smiles at you, taking your hand in his. He brings it to his lips and gently places a few kisses on the back of your hand. "So, that means I can hold your hand?" Changing asks with a large grin, feeling him squeeze your conjoined hands.

"Yes, baby," you giggle, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "But, can I have my hand so I can get my shoes??"

"No," he teases, tugging your hand towards him, bringing you closer to him again.

You let your body collide with his, causing the two of you to fall back on the bed. Giggles escape both of your lips as you place your free hand on his buff chest.

"How are we going to get dinner like this, hm?" You ask him with a smile, drumming your fingertips against his clothed chest.

"Can I have a kiss?" Changbin asks you with a pout.

You scoff in disbelief and lean forward to capture his lips. The kiss doesn't last very long. You pull away before he has the chance to deepen it. A small whine comes from him after you break apart.

"Don't you want to eat, bunny?" The nickname slips from your lips, and Changbin's eyes soften.

"Bunny?" He questions, squeezing your hand.

You avert your gaze, feeling embarrassed a little. "You're just so cute… like a bunny," you whisper to him, moving away from his body.

Changbin releases your hand before wrapping an arm around your waist. He keeps you close to him as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. "I like it when you call me bunny," he mumbles against your skin.

"Yeah?"

He hums, planting a couple of kisses on your neck. You comb your fingers through his hair, feeling yourself getting warmer. "I like how flustered it makes you too," he giggles, pulling his head back.

You playfully roll your eyes, grinning. "Of course you do," you giggle, cupping his cheek.

"Go get your shoes. I'm gonna treat you tonight," Changbin mentions while patting your hip.

"Such a romantic," you beam and move your hand to cup his chin, pressing a quick kiss on his lips before getting off of the bed.

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hearts4chriss · 3 months

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Fucking Mine.

Toxic Chris x girl fwb

prompt: chris finds you at party flirting with other guys and puts you in ur place but you use ur safe word pink

Part 1

warnings: SMUT!! degrading, p in v, dirty talk, fingering, eating it from the back, creampie, squirting, overstimulation, pet names ( slut, ma, baby, ), use of safe word

readers pov

the second I stepped over to him I knew exactly what I was doing. I felt Chris’s eyes burning into me from across the room with rage as I flirted with this random ass guy. Chris was pissed. But it was kinda hot, he knew nobody could fuck me like him and so did I. I just wanted to piss him off.

Chris pov

Fucking hell.

I sit and watch her flirt with the random ass guy right in front of me, does she not know who she belongs too? Her and I both know only I can fuck her as good as she likes. And for fucks sake she looks so good, that red mini dress emphasizes her curves and her ass, her tits practically all in his face. She looks so damn good. That’s my girl and she’s gonna fucking know.

As I was talking to this guy whose eyes are anywhere but mine I feel a hand sneak around my waist and warm breath on my ear

“bathroom, now”

wetness pools between my legs from Chris’s words as he guides me with his hands on my waist pushing me in the large bathroom locking it.

What the fuck was that? He spoke both agitated and angry.

I don’t know what ur talking about. I played dumb as he grabbed my neck pushing me against the sink his boner rubbing against my thigh

Don’t play fucking dumb with me you know what you were doing.

If you wanted me to fuck you baby all you had to do was ask. Chris said with a smirk before crashing his lips onto mine.

His hands slide down to my waist then my ass squeezing it slightly making me gasp into his mouth before slipping his tongue inside.

Chris was eager, I soon felt his hands tug at my dress.

Take it off, all of it. He stood back leaning on the wall

I removed the dress off my sleeves and I let it fall too the floor leaving me just my panties.

So fucking gorgeous baby all for me right? He says grabbing my tits in his hands.

Yes Chris all yours. I breathed out and he smirked

Good girl, now bend over and take ur panties off.

I did as I was told and heard him fumbling with his belt and I heard it fall on the tile and he came behind me slapping his cock on my ass.

Now I want you to do something for me. Chris whispered in my ear and I perked my head back

See that mirror? I nod

I want you to watch me while I fuck you.

Before I could speak he forced his large cock inside my pussy squeezing around it and fucking shit he was so big, like as if I was made for it

Ohh fuck Chris!

I cried out lowering my head before he grabbed my neck forcing me to look in the mirror as he pounded into me with force.

Shitt So tight around my dick-

he praised as he fucked me into the counter not slowing down at any point the feeling almost too much as he ruined me in this bathroom.

Fuck fuck fuckk! I whimpered trying to keep my body in the mirror as he instructed but god it was impossible, the only thing heard was my ass clapping and my moans and screams it was euphoric I was getting fucked out.

Could he fuck like you I can? Chris whispers on my neck as I moaned in response.

Can. He. Fuck. You. Like. I. Can. His hips snapped harder each word slapping my ass in between and I cried out clenching the mirror.

No- f- FUCK! He can’t! He can’t! I screamed my jaw locking wide open his thrusts becoming deeper and rougher.

Chris had no intention of slowing down his tip ramming into my g-spot perfectly making me cry out as he was practically balls deep inside me.

oh god Chris- shit shit shit! I cried out as he pulled my hair making me arch my back into him as my head rests on his shoulder.

Fuck baby you look at you taking all of me like the fucking slut you are. Chris says almost above a whisper through gritted teeth forcing my head to stay up and watch him in the mirror.

Chris I’m- I’m gonna cum! I groan loudly making eye contact with him in the mirror and he smirked.

that’s right baby make a fucking mess of my cock. Chris thrusts upward more making me scream his name and grip the counter top as I creamed his dick. But he kept going!

Ch-Chris w-wait! I whimper as he continued pounding into me relentlessly as squelching sounds were made and I knew what that means hearing Chris chuckle from behind me.

Damn ma you’re about to squirt all over me. He mocks his thrusts getting sloppy again as I felt myself squirt all over his lower stomach and him releasing inside of me.

Assuming after two orgasms he’d be done with me, boy was I wrong.

Fuck look at the mess you made. Chris mutters once he pulled out of me admiring my appearance.

My legs were already shaking a bit as my cum started leaking out of me.

Well guess I gotta clean you up right? He smirked getting on his knees spreading my asscheeks apart diving right in.

F-fuck Chris! S-sensitive! I whimpered gripping his hair making him groan into my pussy sending vibrations all throughout my lower body.

You know the safe word. He said before going back to kitten licking my clit slurping every last drop as if it’d be his last.

Fuck Chris! Fuckk! I cried out resting on the counter my hand tangled in his hair gripping it with force.

Chris started nibbling and I swore I felt him smirk as I cried out louder rocking my ass into his face feeling his hands grab a handful of both.

such a pretty ass baby, to bad I have to ruin it. He mutters before diving back into my dripping cunt wasting no time to start spelling shit.

“Chris”

“Mine”

“My pussy”

“Slut”

All pulling me closer to another orgasm

Mmhm- FUCKK CHRIS! G-gonna cum! I screamed nearly echoing off the walls as I came hard over his face, but once again he showed no sign of stopping

CHRIS I CANT FUCK!! I cried out helplessly as he sucked away at my abused pussy pushing his tongue in my hole licking everything up quickly bringing me too squirt over his face drenching him completely.

Chris stood up running a finger along my slit before sticking it in his mouth.

Such a sweet pussy. He chuckles seeing my current state, my lashes bound to come off, my weeve was on the verge of coming out and my ass was bound to be full of Chris’s hand prints.

Chris picked me up spreading my legs on the counter running two fingers along making me jolt.

Hmm sensitive aren’t you? He teased thrusting both of fingers inside me easily, moaning in response to how right I was around his fingers.

Fuck look at the way she squeezes my fingers. He bites his lip as I throw my head against the mirror crying out.

C-Chris it’s too much! I whimper pushing his hand away but he grips my jaw.

Don’t push my hand away ever again understand? He spoke adding a third finger and I felt my body grow weaker as time passed Chris added his thumb rubbing my clit sending me almost over the edge, I unexpectedly started squirting everywhere and I couldn’t stop.

Fuck ma you made a fucking mess again. He smirks continuing to be knuckles deep inside me before adding his tongue again and it was just too much

FUCK CHRIS PINK PINK! I sobbed and he immediately stopped everything he was doing and cupped my cheeks.

Shit I’m so sorry baby are you okay? Chris said softly running his fingers over my tears.

I’m okay that was just- a lot don’t beat urself up about it. I smile pushing my hair out of my face.

How about I clean you up and we get outta here and cuddle and watch some movies at my place? He kissed my cheek

Sounds perfect. I smile as Chris started cleaning me up

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freedomfireflies · 8 months

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Guide Me*

Summary: An extra for Teach Me*

Your best friend Harry wants to experiment with something else in the bedroom. A collar...and a leash.

The only catch?

He wants them both in your hands.

Word Count: 3.9k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“I’m sorry, you want me to what?”

Harry grins as he tosses the bag aside and steps closer. His large hands grip the leather collar and leash with reverence and intrigue as he studies it, raising it slightly so you can get a better look. “Come on, don’t tell me you’ve never considered it before.”

“I have,” you agree, eyebrow raised as you glance over the object he’s offering to you. “I just didn’t expect you to.”

His broad shoulder lifts and falls in a casual shrug. “We’ve tried a lot of things together. Figured this shouldn’t be any different.”

You take the collar and weigh it in your palms. Feeling the soft but dangerous material as you notice his eyes get a bit bigger. “And you want me to use this…on you?”

He nods. “Thought about it when I was at the store. How it would look in your hand. Wrapped around your pretty fist as you kept me close to you.”

There’s a drop in his voice. Dark and somewhat dangerous. Yet laced within the devious instruction…submission.

You can see it written all over his face. That desperate, insatiable need to be taken care of by you. To see you in control of him. To be yours.

And you aren’t opposed to the idea. You love this side of him. Love getting to see him all fucked out and needy. It’s one of your favorite things in the world, and he does it so well.

You’ve no sooner begun to consider this proposition when he suddenly and slowly begins to drop to his knees before you. Those big, beautiful eyes following you all the way down, filled with nothing but lust and adoration.

Your breath hitches as he starts to pull on your hands, bringing you and the collar closer while his lips part with wonder. Silently pleading with you to trust him. Have him. Ruin him.

“Please, baby,” he whispers, and it makes your stomach drop. “Just wanna feel you. Feel you pull on me. Feel you lead me. Want you to make me good for you. Want you to use me anyway you want.”

The idea is tantalizing. The image in your head of his shaky hands and pliable body. Eager to please you. Make you feel good.

“Wanna be buried in you,” he continues. “Want you to keep me trapped between your thighs. Want you to wrap it around that pretty fist, no slack. Until I can’t breathe.”

You bite back your own whine.

“Want you to tug on me,” he says, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. “Put me where you want me. Guide me. Yank on me. Make me kiss you so you can taste yourself on my tongue. Make me do whatever you want me to do.”

The world shifts on a dime as you stumble over a deep breath and stare at him.

He’s far too good at this.

You slip your fingers free of his grasp to delicately ghost them down his cheek. “Yeah?”

His lashes flutter at your touch. “Yeah. Please, Bee. Make me good for you.”

He continues to guide the items toward his throat, hoping you get the hint, and your pulse stumbles as he shifts on the floor.

“Please,” he says again. It’s a gentle whimper, filled with hope, and it forces the last of your resolve to crumble.

Overwhelmed by excitement and desire, you nod once, and his entire demeanor shifts as he grins up at you. Tugging on your wrists until you’re forced to bend down and crash your lips into his.

He thanks you through this kiss, sighing against your mouth as he melts beneath you. Already submitting to you before you’ve even obliged his request.

But you do oblige, fingers fiddling with the buckle until you can loosen it and make sure it’s ready.

And once it is, you check with him, wanting to make sure he’s still all right.

His expression softens when he sees the slight hesitancy on your face. In turn, he brings your palm to his mouth so he can leave a chaste, reassuring kiss before nuzzling his cheek against your hand.

“I love you,” he whispers. “And I trust you. And I want to do this. Wanna do this with you.”

It’s what you’d needed to hear. The confirmation that he’ll be okay. That this is truly what he wants. And not what he thinks he should want.

It gives you the confidence to continue, slipping the leather around his neck before fastening it and making sure it’s just right.

You feel his breath catch as your fingers graze across his throat. The way he swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing beneath the collar while he looks up at you longingly. As if you put the sun in the sky.

You grin. “How’s it feel, baby?”

“Good.” He places his hands on his thighs, fingers curling into his pants. “Perfect.”

“Good,” you echo before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Where do you wanna be? On the bed?”

“I wanna be wherever you want me,” he says, and you feel your thighs clench. “Tell me where to go. Take me where you want to go.”

You smile at this before hesitantly bringing the clip on the leash toward his neck. “Are you sure?”

“Very,” he replies instantaneously. Almost before you’ve even finished the question. “Guide me, Bee. Please.”

Your eyes search his. “And you know what happens once I put this on?”

He says nothing, instead waiting for you to tell him what happens. Like the obedient boy you know he is.

You dip down, lips hovering near his as you clip him in. “You belong to me. You’re mine. Your hands, your mouth, your cock. It’s all mine.”

“Yes,” he exhales, scooting up as if impatient to be closer to you. “Shit, yes. Always.”

Your heart feels like it explodes in your chest as you kiss him again and straighten up, nodding for him to do the same.

You take his hand and lead him to the bed, pulling him down after you as you crawl back toward the headboard, and he crawls between your thighs.

And once you’re settled, he reaches for the leash you had let drop and shoves it back into your palm.

You aren’t used to holding it, you realize. Aren’t used to guiding him in such a way, and he seems to understand this as he squeezes your fist closed around the leather and smiles softly.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs again, attempting to reassure you a second time. “S’okay, baby. Just need you. Fucking need you, Bee. Please”

You want to do this for him. Want to do this for both of you, and you allow yourself to grow comfortable with this role as you give him your consent and grip it tight.

It’s new territory for you both. A strange sort of dominance you aren’t quite sure you know what to do with. But you love it. Love the way he looks at you as his body now bends to your will. The way he settles onto his hands and knees like he was always meant to be there.

Warily, you make the first tug, bringing him closer so you can kiss him again. Needing the taste of his lips to help you through.

He obliges. More than willingly while squeezing your hips three times to remind you he loves you.

And as the scene officially begins, you finally find your nerve.

You jut your chin toward your legs and softly command, “Take them off.”

He does, instantly, hands reaching for the zipper on your pants to tug them down. He works fast, ridding you of the material within seconds, and you feel slightly enamored watching those hands of his you love dance with such determination.

He then moves for your underwear but hesitates when he realizes he doesn’t have the explicit instruction.

You smile. “Go ahead.”

He does. Ripping them down your thighs until he can toss them aside.

The cool air sends a shiver down your spine as you watch him gaze at your cunt like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Even when he’s seen it a hundred times.

His eyes then flick up to yours, desperate and willing. Silently begging you for more as you readjust your grip on the leash and tug again.

You remember his previous suggestion and wrap the leather around your knuckles a time or two until there’s no slack. Until he has no other choice but to stay stuck between your legs.

And as you stare at each other, you feel exactly how much he appreciates you in this moment. How much he loves you. Trusts you. Feels enchanted by you.

It’s everything in the world you need.

“Go,” you finally whisper, and his hands tighten on your legs. “And don’t stop until I tell you.”

With that, you allow him to dip down and chase after your pussy with his mouth. Surging forward to capture your clit between his lips as if it’s all he’s been wanting. Which you imagine it is.

You watch his head bob with each lick to your folds. Each suck, each wet kiss, each whimper from your taste. He loves this. Eats you like fucking dessert, and your thighs clench in his hold as he goes.

You know his technique well. Know what he loves to do the most. How he loves to tease. Like the way he’ll slip the tip of his tongue inside your fluttering hole just to pull back and lick beside it. Above it. Anywhere but where you need him most.

He does this now. Repeats the torture until you can hardly stand it. Then, he takes hold of your clit with his teeth and makes you cry out his name.

He pushes your legs into the bed. Holds you down—traps you. Makes sure you can’t squirm away from him the way you’re so apt to do.

Everything about him is perfect, you realize. His hair, his nose, his fingers. The rings and the way they shimmer beneath the soft light of the lamp in the bedroom. His chin, and the way it glistens with your arousal. His body and the way it rocks into the bed from how hard he must be.

Then, he pulls back just enough to pucker those pretty pink lips and spit directly onto your already soaked pussy. Using his tongue to spread it around and allow the sounds of your drenched cunt to echo between you.

“Harry,” you mewl again, and out of reflex, your arm jerks. Yanking on the leash and collar until Harry is wrenched forward.

He moans, louder than you think you’ve ever heard, and it’s so lewd. So deliciously pornographic that it makes your stomach quiver as he’s pressed right up against you, nose and mouth buried deep within your cunt.

You imagine he can’t breathe now, exactly like how he’d wanted. But he doesn’t seem to mind as he takes you into his lungs. Nipping, kissing, and sucking on you with such zealous fascination that you wonder if he’ll ever stop.

His arms loop beneath your legs and hips until he’s nearly pulling you through him. Groaning appreciatively as your eyes roll back.

“Shit…shit, Har,” you whimper, toes curling into the duvet as your free hand lands in his hair. Scraping down his scalp while his lashes flutter.

He makes another noise that vibrates across your clit, and it’s a symphony of sex and pleasure that almost kills you. But you do it again just to memorize the sensation one last time.

“Please,” you faintly hear him whisper, and it makes your heart leap as you look down. “Fuck, please, Bee. Please come for me. Want you to come. Want you to come so bad.”

And you know he does. Not because he wants to be through or because he wants his own satisfaction but because feeling you come, seeing it, tasting it…is his favorite part.

Especially because it means he can make you come again.

“Need it,” he says now, and you feel his nails curls into your hips as your grip on the leash gets tighter. “Need it, baby, please…please—”

“I know,” you pant, back arching from the bed as your legs push against his hold, desperate to close around his head. “M’almost there. Doing so good for me.”

The praise makes his submissive and needy noises louder before he drives his tongue back inside your hole. Groaning when you clench around him, and growling when he tastes you. Swallows you. Indulges in you.

And when you finally come undone, it nearly wrecks you. Rips your body in two, violent and unforgiving. Your entire being recoils away from the overwhelming rush as the leash is pulled tight in your hand.

But Harry doesn’t mind. He presses his face into your thigh and watches you. Mesmerized and infatuated. Grinning happily as his tongue runs over his lip to collect what’s left.

And once you’ve caught your breath, he squeezes your hips three times.

Before going again.

Remembering your instruction not to stop until you’ve told him, he moves back to your pussy and presses his mouth into the swollen, sensitive nerves.

His name rips from your throat as you scrape down his scalp once more. Overwhelmed by the feel and the look on his face.

Soft, kitten licks are laid against your folds before he grows a bit more determined. Pressing and flicking anywhere he can reach.

He blows on your clit to make you cry out before thrusting his tongue back in your hole. A devilish pace that has you seeing stars before you’re coming again.

And as you’re unraveling for the second time, he moves back up. Sucking you into his mouth before using his teeth to tease you. Gentle, of course, but enough to activate your pain kink.

You writhe, the leash clutched tightly in your hand as you attempt to loosen your grip. But you can’t, not with the way he’s overstimulating you, and the moment your third one hits, you gasp, “Stop.”

He does, instantly, pulling back as far as the restraint will allow to watch you fall apart for him.

You’re almost dizzy, lost in the euphoria and in the look on his face.

He moves his mouth to your thighs this time around, kissing the skin tenderly as his lashes flutter shut.

When you finally feel strong enough to sit up, you shoot him a smile, and delicately yank on him until he’s forced to bring his kisses to you. Which he does, eagerly sharing your taste while you both sigh.

You find comfort in the feel of his body as it settles atop yours. In his strong arms, his warm skin, his effortless ability to make you feel safe.

And he seems to feel the same as he makes a home above you, worshiping every inch of your body his hands can roam.

The room is much quieter now. Broken only by the sound of soft breaths and lazy kisses. You simply exist together. And it’s the most wonderful thing in the world to be loved by him.

Then, he shifts, and you hear him release a rather wounded sound.

Worried, you glance down, only to see his rather obvious and presumably painful erection now pushing against his pants.

A bit relieved but mostly intrigued, you begin to smile as you catch the way he subtly rocks his body into your leg. Desperate to find some sort of friction and release.

“Please,” he suddenly whispers into your neck, lips nuzzling under your jaw as though to hide. “Please…”

Pretending to be oblivious, you ghost your lips across his forehead. “Please?”

He exhales a shaky breath, as if it physically pains him, and the sound almost breaks your heart. “Need you…”

“Oh, honey,” you coo, brushing your thumb along his cheekbone. “Does it hurt?”

He nods, and the knowledge that he gets so worked up just from having you makes your chest swell with adoration.

“I bet.” You brush back a rogue curl from his temple as you study his pained expression. “Bet you wanna make it go away, hm? Wanna make it feel better?”

He nods quickly, the leash shaking in your hand as a result, and you grin a bit bigger.

“Think I should let you?” you ask, and his eyes grow wide. “Think you’ve been good enough to come?”

He nods again, pressing his mouth into your thumb as you trail your finger across his lip.

“Maybe I will,” you murmur, and you can almost see his heart leap into his throat. “Maybe I’ll let you come for me.”

“Please,” he soughs, scooting closer in an attempt to kiss you, but you swiftly tug on the collar to keep him back.

“But if I let you come…” you add, “…you do it alone.”

His features twist into a different sort of pain now, and it almost hurts you to do this to him—to both of you—but you carry on.

“I won’t touch you,” you tell him. “If you wanna come, you make yourself come. You be good, and you do it for me.”

It’s obvious that the idea of not getting to feel you kills him, but the throbbing in his pants is unmistakable. And you know he’ll take what he can get.

So, with a rather pretty pout, he agrees to your stipulation and moves to pull his jeans down.

You watch eagerly, ready to see the sight of him, mouth almost drooling.

He fumbles around for a minute, clearly too worked up to really think straight, but eventually, he manages to pull himself free.

It’s hard, and heavy, and so very red. Angry and swollen, desperate to be touched, and you almost cave. Almost wrap your lips around him to taste the precum dripping, and it takes every ounce of willpower you don’t have to resist.

Tentatively, his hand wraps around the base. He starts with soft, gentle strokes, his head dropping back and his mouth opening in bliss.

It’s so very beautiful. Like artwork in a museum and you clench pitifully at the sight.

Struck with an idea, you tug on him again, capturing his attention as his curious eyes find yours.

You gesture toward your cunt, feeling rather breathless yourself as your legs slide open. “Go on.”

He instantly understands, nearly melting while quickly reaching forward to run his fingers through your arousal. Collecting it in his hand before bringing it back to his cock.

He smooths it over the tip before dragging it down, and the noises that rip from his throat are unholy. Dangerous and devilish. Sex in a sound, and you swallow a moan as you watch him work himself faster.

He braces himself with a hand on the bed beside your thigh. Close enough that you can feel his body heat, but far enough that your bodies never touch.

It’s as painful for you as you imagine it is for him. But it’s so worth it to see him touch his cock so reverently. Lids squeezed shut as he pictures whatever it is that gets him off. As the sweat begins to form along his hairline from the steady but anguished pace.

“S’it feel good?” you whisper, and he nods quickly. “Yeah? What do you think about when you touch yourself, hm? You think about me?”

He leans forward, almost as if the weight of your suggestion is going to knock him over, and you smile.

“Think about fucking me?” you continue. “Think about the way I love to ride this pretty cock? Until you can see it in my tummy? Like to see it, don’t you? Like to feel how deep you are?”

He steels himself from the thought, soft, anxious whimpers slipping free as he squeezes the tip.

“Or do you think about how I love to take it down my throat?” you ask. “Fucking love to swallow around you. Lick you clean, taste how good you are for me.”

Another groan, louder and more depraved.

“S’my favorite cock in the whole world,” you tell him, and you can see the rush of emotion on his face. “Wish I could taste it now. Or feel it, stretching me open. Love to feel you stretch me, baby. Love to bounce on you. Make you feel good.”

“Bee,” he breathes, and you swear your heart skips. “Bee, please…please—”

“What?” You tug him closer, bringing his lips only inches from yours. Close, but not close enough. “What is it, honey?”

He whines, hand desperately running up and down his cock that now lies centimeters away from your cunt. It would be far too easy for him to slip inside, and he knows this. The wounded expression returning as he stares down at your pussy with regret.

“Please,” he tries again, hoping to sway you. He knows the drop in his voice is your weakness. Knows how to play you like a fucking violin and you swallow thickly as you readjust beneath him.

“Please what?” you taunt, gripping the leash tight in your hand, trapping him where he is. “You wanted to come, baby. And I’m letting you come.”

He groans, but it’s so very sweet. A beautiful melody of his despair, and when he sees the way you clench from the sound, his eyes nearly roll out of his head.

“Bee, please,” he nearly wails, trying to get closer only to be stopped by the leather around his neck.

“No.” You trail your fingers along your inner thigh before moving for your cunt. Fanning the flames as you dip through the collected wetness to bring it to your mouth.

And he watches you suck yourself off your fingers. Watches you revel in the taste as you make a noise of appreciation.

The veins in his arms push desperately against his skin and you feel oddly giddy to see the physical reaction to your teasing. Beholden by his beauty.

“I’m…m’close,” he suddenly gasps, as if running out of air. Out of time, out of patience. “Please…please—”

“Yeah?” You glance down, noticing his sloppy pace. His willingness to give you everything he has. “Think I should let you?”

He nods quickly, tugging on his lip so hard with his teeth that you can see the skin tear.

And you know he’s been good for you. Know he’s done everything you’ve asked of him, and truth be told…you need him to come more than he probably does.

“All right,” you finally agree. “Go ahead, baby. Come for me.”

He does, almost instantly. As if trained by the sound of your voice, and the sight of him painting his hand, his stomach, your cunt, and your thighs with his release is mesmeric.

The moment he’s given you everything he has, he collapses in your arms. Needing to be surrounded by you in order to come to.

And you smile as you run your fingers through his hair. Loving the feel of his lips on your throat. The way he kisses you tenderly as he whispers, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

It’s everything.

But when he leans back to see you, you offer him a devious smile. “Where you going, hm?”

You yank on the leather until he’s forced back down between your legs. Now eye level with his come as it drips down your pussy.

He begins to grin as he looks up at you.

Then…you tug.

“You aren’t done yet.”

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apollyonsdarksecrets · 10 months

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Too Much

Joel Miller X Afab!Reader

Summary: Just a Drabble about Joel being to big and making you take it because you were being a brat

Warnings: SMUT 18 + Only MDNI, Mean Joel, cussing, unprotected sex (p in v) dirty talk, Dacryphilia, size kink, rough sex, cream pie, slight breeding kink use of a few derogatory terms, after care, pet names, let me know if I missed anything!

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A/n: I’m in the middle of writing two other stories and I just 🙃 have no motivation for either of them. So here is a little something to show I’m still alive and my brain is still rotted by this man.

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You had begged, pleaded and even acted like a brat to get here, months and months of working up to this point and here you are, hips hovering over his lap, the head of his cock brushing your sopping cunt and you are suddenly rethinking everything you’ve done.

Joel sees it in your face, the way your eyebrows furrow and how you chew on your kiss bitten lower lip. “Well?” He starts, his smile dark as your eyes meet his. “Thought you wanted to ride me baby, go right ahead.”

“I-I am… I just…” You hesitate, glancing back down to his cock, it’s… big, to thick to wrap your hand around and his length is nearly to your belly button. The large mushroom head leaks precum and the veins prominent along his shaft pulse slightly. It’s intimidating really, but makes you clench nonetheless. “I didn’t… know you were so… well endowed...”

Joel laughs, a loud rumbling sound from his chest and you pout down at him. Your thighs shake with the effort of holding yourself up, hands splayed on his shoulders for support as his squeeze your hips.

“I told you, I needed to work you open for me, but no, you had to go and be a brat about it. Tellin all your little girlfriends how I don’t give you nothin’.” He sits up suddenly, his grip the only thing keeping you balanced as he’s suddenly in your face. Your eyes widen, holding your breath as his smile turns more devilish. His hooded gaze rakes over your naked body, the hunger there evident. Palpable even.

“I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t… I was just-.”

He tuts at you, a hand slipping up your back to circle your neck, holding you firmly in place. “You wanted it so bad, you’re gonna take it.”

He doesn’t give you time to process his words before he abruptly pulls you down, bucking his hips up at the same time. He thrusts into you in one fluid motion, burying himself to the hilt and you cry out. Pain blooms between your legs and tears collect in your lashes, your nails digging into his corded muscles.

“Fuck!” You hiss between clenched teeth, his grip unyielding as you wiggle and squirm against him, fighting to ease the burn.

“Shh, Shh baby. I know.” His voice is almost condescending, the fake pout of his lips mocking your own. “But you said you could take it and now look at you. Stretched out so pretty on my cock.”

Joel lifts you easily, your cunt clenching around him before he lets go, letting gravity do the work for him as you slide back down his length. The cry that leaves your lips is almost something you’d hear in a bad porno. You can feel every ridge and vein, feel the head of his cock sitting snuggly against your cervix making your body pulse.

“That’s right,” Joel drops his gaze from your teary eyes to where you are both connected, a low moan escaping his lips as he repeats his movements, your arousal coating his cock before it disappears back into your aching pussy. “Fuck baby you look so good like this.”

“J-Joel… s’to much.” You babble as the first tear escapes down your red cheek, only making him groan louder, fucking up into you with hard stokes.

“Wanna act like a brat, I’ll treat ya like one.” He growls, and suddenly he’s flipping your positions, your back now on the bed and he’s looming over you making your breath stutter.

Joel doesn’t ease up as his hands find the meat of your thighs and he practically bends you in half, fucking into you with a brutal pace that leaves you crying and clawing at the sheets.

“Knew this-fuck- knew this pussy would feel this good.” He pants, watching the tears stream down your face, ruining your mascara. He can feel your pussy clenching around him, rhythmic with your hiccuping breath. Joel can see the pain edging away, pleasure beginning to bloom as your eyes flutter slightly, head pressing into the mattress with each stroke.

“Pl-please… I… I can’t…” Your mouth falls open from a loud moan, his fingers having moved from bruising your thigh to rubbing lazy circles over your throbbing clit. “Joooel.” You whine, toes curling as your orgasm begins to bloom at the base of your spine, radiating out into your stomach.

He chuckles lowly, letting you bear more of his weight as his thrusts slow in speed but keep that punishing power. “Gonna cum already? Such a desperate fucking slut you can’t wait any longer?”

You shake your head vigorously, face scrunching as his fingers work faster, the sloppy sound of skin hitting skin filling the room above the whines and moans ripping your throat apart. “Please!”

“Oh you can do better than that, baby. Beg for it.”

Your eyes fly open, zeroing in on his face. His tussled curly hair, the deep chocolate color of his irises, the way his jaw clenches before relaxing again. Joel’s eyes hold a challenge, a dare even, that you won’t say no to him, that you’ll do exactly as he says.

And he’s right.

“Please, please I wanna cum so bad, I-I wanna cum on your cock so bad!” The sheer desperation in your quacking voice makes a shiver shoot down his spine, a deep, guttural moan ripping through his body into yours as he leans down, kissing you messily.

It’s not sweet, none of it is as his fingers double their efforts, and between teeth and spit you scream with the force of your orgasm. The tide of pleasure rolling over you as your back lifts what little it can off the bed, your thighs shaking against Joel’s sternum, fingers turning white around the sheets.

Your pussy convulses around his cock, sucking him in with a death grip that makes his hips stutter and his own body tense. He’s mumbling against your lips, something along the lines of “fuck baby” and “I’m about to cum” with curses and grunts sprinkled in between.

There’s no catching onto whatever it is though, not fully, as you ride your orgasm, the pounding of his cock making it last longer, making it more intense as you cry a muddled version of his name. Joel’s fingers slip from your abused clit, digging into your hip as he starts to moan louder, his head tipping back, muscles bunching under his skin as his orgasm rushes up on him.

“Gonna fuck you full of me, little girl, breed this little pussy like how it’s meant to be.” His words make your eyes roll, a whimper slipping past your lips when you feel the first pulse of cock. Stream after stream of hot release paints your velvety walls, and something in your body relaxes, your hips opening just that much wider to take it as he ruts against you.

Joel notices, because of course he does, and a soft cooe fills your ears making your lashes flutter. Your eyes are distant, like you aren’t quiet with him, as he continues to empty his spend into your throbbing cunt. “Sweet honey, this what ya needed? Just needed to be full of my cum to make you all submissive and sweet for me?”

All you can manage is a small nod, making him smile down at you. Joel pulls out fully leaving you to fill empty but placated, your legs falling to the bed as your eyes close.

Seconds or maybe minutes could of flown by when you’re suddenly awoken, a warm cloth pressing between your legs and the sound of Joel humming fills the room. He cleans you up and then himself before he comes back to the bedroom. You’ve curled up on your side, arm tucked under your head and breath heavy and even. He tucks himself in behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist and drawing you back against him.

He kisses the side of your head, content with the idea that you have learned your lesson.

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fandomxpreferences · 11 months

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Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter Nine: I'm Uncomfy When People Do Nice Things

Series Masterlist

Pairing:Rafe Cameron x Maybank!reader, Twin!JJ Maybank x reader

TW:pregnancy, mild trauma (?), I think thats it

Summary: Rafe proves just how far he's willing to go to take care of you.

Word Count:2k

A/N: Listen, I did minimal editing on this so just ignore any typos okay

To say you've been stressed is an understatement. At nearly twenty-eight weeks pregnant, the clock is ticking and each second that you don't have a plan worked out feels a little more like you're suffocating.

Rafe has just gotten you back to a relatively normal state; making sure you get enough sleep and eat to your heart's content. However, despite your flare-up settling down, you haven't been able to take a full breath since the conversation about your living situation a few weeks ago.

With the babies much more active and your back constantly aching, everything feels too real and it's finally sunk in that this is really happening.

"What's on your mind?"

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden sound of Rafe's voice and your hand comes to rest over your heart.

"What's not on my mind is the real question. We're only two months out from the babies being born and we don't have anything figured out. We don't have cribs or any necessities; which I mean, why would we? It's not like we have anywhere to set them up."

Rafe can see your anxiety rising as your breathing picks up and releases a deep sigh. You watch as he sticks his hand out, eyeing him skeptically before taking it.

"Come on."

He pulls you up with ease, both of his hands settling on your waist to keep you steady. Your clumsiness has reached new heights as your center of gravity continues to shift and pregnancy brain wreaks havoc.

"Where are we going?" You whine, and Rafe just shoots you a look. He stops for a second to allow you to slip on sandals before dragging you out to the Rover.

He buckles you in like usual before rounding the front and climbing into the driver's side and you watch the scenery blur as he heads away from the cut. The drive is silent, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your thigh.

You frown when he turns down an unfamiliar road, somewhere between the cut and figure eight. Your eyes widen as you take in all the large homes, awestruck at the beauty of the quaint neighborhood.

He pulls into a driveway and parks, taking a deep breath before looking over at you. The confusion is evident on your feature; your brows scrunched, and a quizzical look in your eyes.

"Where are we?"

Again, Rafe doesn't answer. Instead, he gets out and opens your door to help you down.

"Rafe, this is someone's house. We can't just trespass." You urge, and he remains stoic.

You drag your feet as he leads you up the steps to the door, completely at a loss. It's a beautiful beachfront house with a screened-in sun room and at least two stories. It's the type of house you grew up dreaming about.

The type of house that would be perfect for raising a family, large but cozy with big windows for sticky little hands to smudge up.

Your stomach does a flip when he pulls out a set of keys and turns to face you.

"You know that I'll always take care of you, right?" He asks, and you nod slowly.

"And you trust me when I say that I'll always find a way to provide and you'll never have to worry again?"

You nod once more, blinking quickly as tears sting your waterline. He places the key in the knob and opens the door, using the hand placed on your lower back to nudge you inside.

Your feet move on their own accord, and you step past the threshold.

"Welcome home, baby."

You whip around to face him, shocked despite your suspicions.

"What do you mean? Did you rent this place?" You breathe, and he chuckles.

"Nope. It's all ours. Closed escrow last week. I've just been trying to work out some last-second details."

Your mouth hangs open as you stare up at him.

"No you fucking didn't. Rafe Cameron, you did not buy a house. Certainly not this house. It's huge!"

He laughs at your genuine bafflement and nods his head toward the open space.

"Go take a look around. There are five bedrooms and four baths."

You stay cemented in place, trying to process the new information. He takes it upon himself to lead you around as you follow behind him like a lost puppy. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head when you see the kitchen that's half the size of the house you grew up in, and he laughs.

"If you think this is nice, wait till you see the pool and private beach access. It's our own little slice of heaven."

His heart sinks when he sees a tear fall, and he's eye level in an instant.

"What's wrong? Do you not like it?" He asks in a panic as his thumbs try to wipe away the rapidly falling tears.

"It's beautiful Rafe. It's just… I can't leave JJ. I can't sleep knowing I'm here while he's still slumming it." You cry, and Rafe breathes a sigh of relief.

"Come on."

He takes you outside, surpassing the aforementioned pool to stop in front of a second building.

"It's a guest house. I figured you'd have an issue with leaving JJ, so I thought maybe he could live here. Might help to have an extra set of hands." He shrugs, and you freeze.

An uneasy feeling washes over you, and your first instinct is to run for the hills. By all means, what Rafe has done is thoughtful and mind-blowing. However, you struggle with him buying you little things, and he's handing you the keys to a house? Not just you, but your brother as well?

Your mind can't quite process and Rafe notices immediately when your hands start ringing together and your pupils dilate.

"Hey, stay with me. I know it's a lot, but I couldn't stand to see you so stressed out. I thought it could be a fun little project with Sarah. You know, decorating and picking out furniture." He scrambles, and you finally look up at him.

"Why?" You whisper, and Rafe truly doesn't understand how you could think he wouldn't pluck the sun out of the sky and hand it to you if he was able.

"Because I love you, and you deserve nice things. I plan on giving you those nice things, whether you like it or not."

Your lip quivers as you look around at the vast property and you shake your head.

"But a house?"

Rafe's large hands envelop yours and lay them against his chest; a grounding tactic he's learned over the past few months to help with your anxiety.

"Baby, I would buy the whole town if it would make you smile. So yes, I'm giving you a house so we can turn it into a home."

You pull him down by his neck, pressing a salty kiss to his lips before pressing your forehead to his.

"Thank you."

Rafe kisses the tip of your nose and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he can with your large belly.

"Anything for you."

The two of you stay like that for a second before you take a deep breath and rub your stomach. Your eyes light up suddenly and Rafe smiles at the way you're practically buzzing.

"Can we show JJ?"

He nods with a chuckle and leads you back to the truck.

"Of course."

The whole drive back you're shifting in your seat, nerves and eagerness oozing out of your pores. You practically leap from the seat despite Rafe's protest as soon as he parks, and race inside to the best of your ability.

"JJ, come with me." You sing, and your brother looks at you like you've lost your mind before glancing at Rafe.

"Everyone can come if they want." Rafe offers, and the rest of the group shares a look before nodding.

You take JJ in the truck with you while the rest follow in the Twinkie, ignoring his line of interrogation the same way Rafe had with you.

"Where the fuck are we?" JJ questions the second you pull into the driveway, and everyone spills out of the Twinkie.

"What is this?" Sarah asks, and you just give Rafe a knowing smile.

They frown as the two of you walk to the door, hanging back in case someone comes out with a shotgun. Their frowns turn to shock when Rafe unlocks the deadbolt and nods his head to signal everyone to enter.

They do so slowly, arms crossed as they look around the same way you did.

"Welcome to our not-so-humble abode!"

As soon as the words leave your mouth, everyone gasps and turns to face you.

"What?!" JB shouts, and you nod while laughing.

"Rafe bought the most expensive surprise ever." You say, and Sarah's most drops open.

"You didn't let me help?" She scolds with a slap to Rafe's arm and he back away with a mock scowl.

"Relax, I already told Y/N that the two of you have free reign to decorate however you want."

This seems to improve her mood as she squeals and claps happily.

You turn to face JJ, and he gives you a half grin. It doesn't meet his eyes, and you can tell that he's trying to be happy for you despite his qualms.

"You wanna see outside?" You murmur, and he tries to appear excited. Rafe motions for the rest to hang back, aware that you need a moment alone.

JJ lets out a low whistle when he sees the pool and the beach just a few yards away.

"This is insane. I'm happy for you."

He pulls you into a hug and you squeeze him a little tighter.

"Do you like it?" You press, and he cocks his head to the side.

"Shit, what's not to like? You got the happy ending you deserve."

You hum in agreement before motioning toward the guest house.

"Well, it's a good thing since you'll be living here too. If you want to, that is."

The speed at which JJ's head whips to look at you is almost concerning and he studies your face for any signs of humor.

"Are you crazy? I can't impose like that!" He exclaims, his arms moving wildly as he gesticulates to emphasize his point.

"How do you even know the word impose? Anyway, you wouldn't be. You'd be living in the guest house. It's all yours." You explain, and for the first time in your life, JJ is at a loss for words.

"Is Rafe okay with that?" He finally asks and you nod.

"It was his idea. The babies are going to want Uncle JJ around, and I guess I wouldn't hate having you here either." You tease, bumping his shoulder with your own.

You're interrupted by loud chatter as the rest of the pogues walk out, John B already talking about the surf break and house parties.

"What's going on over here?" Kie smiles, and you shrug casually.

"Just talking about how nice it's gonna be to have JJ living in the guest house."

Rafe pulls your back into his chest, his hands sneaking around your front to rest on your belly. Everyone looks around, completely baffled at the new information. JJ is still staring at the guest house, unsure how to react.

It's nice; bigger than the shit hole the two of you grew up in. He's barely ever had a room to himself, let alone an entire place. Living in his sister and Rafe Cameron's fancy guest house isn't exactly how he saw his life unfolding, but he isn't mad at it.

His thoughts are interrupted by John B and Pope slapping him on the back.

"You good?" Pope frowns, and JJ blows out a long breath.

"Yeah, man. Just surprised."

John B nods in understanding before he breaks out into a smile.

"You know this means we're crashing here all the time right? Why hang out at the chateau when we can chill at a five-star resort?" He jokes, and JJ smiles brightly.

"Shit yeah, man. We're practically kooks now."

Rafe interrupts with a loud scoff and shakes his head.

"I wouldn't go that far, Maybank. Besides, being a kook isn't all it's cracked up to be."

JJ slips off his boots and jumps in the pool before surfacing to stare down your boyfriend.

"I don't know, bro. This seems pretty fucking awesome."

There's a moment of silence before Rafe laughs loudly.

"Yeah, it's not too shabby."

You just stand and watch all the people you love most in your backyard, trying to commit the image to memory.

"We need to start shopping, like, yesterday." Sarah suddenly says, and you wrap an arm around her shoulder.

"We can look online tonight." You assure her, and she kisses your cheek before Rafe playfully pushes her away. Her lips are replaced with his and he nuzzles into your neck.

"Are you happy, baby?"

You shift to look at him, and his heart melts at the way you're glowing.

"The happiest." You sigh, and Rafe kisses your throat softly.

"Then so am I."

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