Tumgik
#let the V of your shirt get deeper challenge
andy-clutterbuck · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Rick Grimes + Plaid | requested by Anonymous
229 notes · View notes
urdepressedslut · 11 months
Text
Tickle Fights
♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Bucky discovers you’re ticklish, leading to a tickle fight which shifts into something not so innocent.
♡ Warnings: fluff, SMUT unprotected sex, (p in v), boob worship, riding, cockwarming, language
main masterlist
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ CONTENT
Tumblr media
The room was dark besides the glow of the TV, shining on you and Bucky. You were cuddled together, engrossed in the crime documentary that was playing. It had been a calming day, running into the night. Day spent eating out, going to multiple parks, flower collecting— your favorite. Lastly, you ended the night with some entertainment, mostly taking advantage of the down time to melt into each others embrace.
You never wanted the days to end where it was just you and Bucky, wishing that everyday could end up like this one.
You let out a small yawn, Bucky’s warmth too comfortable. His body shook with a light chuckle.
“Tired already? It’s only nine.” He teased, pulling you tighter against him.
“I can’t help it, you’re so comfy.” You mumbled, snuggling deeper into him.
He chuckled again, lowering his arm from your shoulders to your side, gently grabbing the flesh to pull you closer. His fingers digging into your sides had you letting out a gasp, tensing in his hold. Bucky noticed and furrowed his brows, eyes wide in concern.
“You okay baby? What was that?” He asked with genuine worry.
You relaxed back into his hold, trying to steer the conversation away. You waved him off.
“Nothing, just getting comfortable.” You tried to convince him.
Bucky stared at you for a couple more moments, until a grin started to form on his face. He repeated his previous action, softly gripping your side— his theory being confirmed when you gasped and tensed again.
“Doll… are you ticklish?” He asked, grinning at crimson flushing your cheeks.
You scoffed, shaking your head in ridiculousness.
“No— I was just getting comfortable.” You argued.
“Then why’d you jump?” He pushed, loving the way you were getting all flustered.
“You caught me off guard that’s all.” You tried to convince him, but knew it was a pathetic try.
He hummed in agreement, letting you think for just a second that he believed you. You huffed out in small celebration, relaxing back into his arms. The room went back to a comfy silence, almost ready to drift off— until you felt his hand grip your side again.
You yelped, jumping in his hold. You whipped your face to his, not surprised to find a mischievous grin.
“Bucky…” You warned.
He chuckled again, keeping a firm grip of you, trapping you in his hold.
“I didn’t know you were ticklish.” He observed, watching you squirm under his stare.
“Yeah well, this is why I didn’t want you to know.” You tried to sound annoyed, but your chest was warm with joy.
“You make it sound like I’m gonna torture you.” He says sarcastically.
You attempt to escape his arms, blushing profusely under his stare. To no avail, he is much stronger than you, and if he wanted to keep you held in his arms. There was no way to escape it— not that you really wanted to.
“Seriously, it’s not a big deal.” You tried to brush off nonchalantly.
You weren’t sure what came over you, but the thought passed through you. Before you knew it— you were poking Bucky’s side. Your eyes widened, a huge grin forming on your face when you witnessed him jump.
His eyes darkened, his jaw tensing in challenge. Before you could process what was happening— Bucky dug his hands into your sides, wiggling his fingers into your flesh.
You gasped, laughing uncontrollably at his attack. You tried to pry and push his hands away, but your attempts were weak. Your whole body was buzzing, pleasure morphing into a dull agony.
“Bucky please! I can’t— Please I can’t!” You pleaded, breathing heavy from the laughter.
Bucky ignored your begging for him to stop, instead he slipped his flesh and metal hand under your shirt— and started to tickle your skin directly. You gasped, and whined at his deeper attack.
“Okay! You win, you win! Bucky please!” You whined.
He chuckled in triumph, maneuvering himself where he was falling backwards against the couch— lying down and pulling you on top of him. He quit his torture on your sides, wrapping his arms around you. You felt as if you were coming down from a high, breathing heavily on top his chest.
You could feel his heart beating in rhythm with yours, the thumping against each others chests. Calmed enough down, you glanced up into his eyes. His orbs sparkled with contentment, his gaze loving and warm.
The slight shift of your body had you realizing the position you were in— impossibly close. You circled your hips just barely over his crotch, the slightest friction pulling a gasp from him. His arms tightened around you.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish doll.” He warned.
You bit your lip, circling your hips again— this time harder against him. His hands fisted into the back of your shirt, his breath heavily fanning your face. You tilted your head, pouting innocently.
“What? I’m just trying to get comfortable.” You teasingly hinted from earlier.
Bucky’s eyes darkened at your teasing, licking his lips in hunger. His member beginning to strain between your bodies. Aching for more friction, he bucked his hips up, earning a gasp from you.
Your teasing demeanor disappeared, your throbbing core desperate for more. You sat up, stayed straddled on him— grinding down hard. The friction of his outlined member on your clothed clit was delicious.
He watched you whimper with shaky breaths, attempting to chase your release.
“Getting comfortable huh?” He breathed out.
You needed more, your hunger insatiable. His voice was dark, husky— sending shivers through your body. Your nipples aching, pushing through your shirt.
He bit his lip, sneaking his hands under the front hem of your shirt. Caressing your soft skin up until he got to your breasts. You grabbed both his wrist desperately, placing his hands on your mounds. He chuckled darkly at your neediness, rubbing his thumb over your swollen bud.
You instinctively leaned into his touch, whimpering at the sensation, the feeling shooting straight to your core.
“You like that baby?” He purred, circling his thumb around your nipple.
You nodded, leaning your head back, chest pushing into his hands. He flicked your bud, making you whine.
“Words baby.” He demanded lowly, swiping his thumb back over the raised flesh.
“Mhm yes… feels good.” You moaned out, hips instinctively grinding over his.
He removed his hands, quickly removing your shirt, leaving your chest bare to him. He leaned up, his metal arm keeping you on his lap. He licked his lips, lowering himself to your chest. He captured your nipple with his lips, his tongue circling around before swiping across the flushed tip. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, nearly falling apart from just the feeling of his mouth of your chest.
“Oh Buck— feels s’good.” You keened.
He switched to the other one, giving your nipple an open mouthed kiss, swirling his tongue around— before he gently grazed his teeth over the bud. You whined loudly, pushing your chest further into his face.
You cradled the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his thick locks. Occasionally you’d give a slight tug of his hair, the sensation of his mouth sometimes too much to handle. Plus, you knew how much he loved having his hair pulled.
You started grinding harder, faster against him. The sensation of his mouth on your tits added with the friction of his clothed member to your clit had you dizzy. Your whimpers were growing needier.
“Fuck doll,” He moaned out, his straining member aching for more, “Hold on.”
He slid you off his lap, quickly removing his pants and boxers. He sat back into position, his cock painfully hard— springing up to his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of his flushed tip, his slit leaking precum.
“C’mere baby.” He patted his lap.
You held his gaze, shimming your shorts and panties off and climbing back on his lap— straddling him. He reached out and grabbed your hips, pulling you down onto him. You both sighed at the feeling of each other, completely bare and warm.
He snuck his metal arm in between your bodies, running his fingers through your wet folds. You whined from the coolness meeting with your hot flesh.
“You’re so wet… All from just getting comfortable?” He teased, grazing his metal digits over your clit— making you jump and gasp.
You tried to respond but couldn’t voice the words, instead letting out a breathy moan— grinding yourself on his fingers.
He gathered some wetness and brought it to your clit, rubbing slow circles around the bud.
“Let me take care of you baby.” He breathed out, his breath fanning your neck.
“I’m all yours James.” You moaned out, looping your arms around his neck— faces close and your noses touching.
Hearing you say his real name had him groaning, the way it sounded rolling off your tongue— needy. He instinctively bucked his hips up into his hand— into you.
He removed his metal hand from you, causing you to whine in starvation. He chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose.
“I know baby,” He cooed, bucking his hips up again, letting the tip of his member bump through your folds, “You’re so whiny.”
You rubbed yourself against him, covering his cock with your juices. You were just finding a comfortable rhythm before you were lifted up slightly by him. He ran the head of his cock through your folds a couple times before lining up with your entrance. You were buzzing with desire, immediately sinking down on his cock, letting him fill you to the brim.
“Fuck James.” You moaned out, fingernails digging into his shoulders— only making him groan with desire.
This certainly wasn’t the first time you and Bucky were having sex, but he never failed to make you feel so full. He was able to hit spots that you didn’t even know existed.
“You feel s’good baby.” He breathed out, staying still despite the difficulty, letting you adjust.
You started to lift yourself, until his tip was almost out— then you were lowering yourself down again. You started repeating the motion, hands gripping his shoulders harshly.
He practically growled at the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock. The slight pain of your nails digging into his flesh only adding to the pleasure. He bucked his hips up into you, matching your rhythm. A particular hard thrust from him had your vision spotty, his tip grazing your sensitive spot.
You slowed your hips, body jolting from the sensation. He was watching your face scrunch with pleasure, his heavy breathing hitting your cheeks. He thrusted again into the same spot, his tip meeting the bumpy flesh. You whimpered as your back arched, pulling him tight to your chest.
“Oh James… R- right there.” You barely whined out, breathless from the feeling, your vision hazy.
He smirked, pulling you flush against him as he thrusted up into you at a rough pace. You were thankful that he had a firm grip on you because the sensation was becoming too much for you to stay upright.
The familiar coil tightening in your lower stomach had you snapping from the haze, your breaths heavier as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge.
He heard your breathing change, and quickly lowered himself to your chest again. Licking and sucking on your bud while his cock was hitting your spot repeatedly.
The feeling had your eyes rolling back, your arms going slack around his neck— the only thing keeping you upright was his strong arms holding you tight to his chest.
“C’mon baby, let go.” He purred out, before latching hip lips back around your bud.
You whimpered from the stimulation. He grazed his teeth lightly over your nipple and with a final deep thrust into you, the coil snapped.
You cried out, vision going black as your body twitched. Bucky moaned, his own eyes rolling back at the feeling of your fluttering walls massaging his member— milking him to his own release. He held onto you tight, letting his forehead rest against yours, your breaths mixing as you both came down from your highs.
You were coming back down to earth, your hearing and vision coming back gradually. You let out a breathy moan, the feeling of his twitching member inside you wondrous.
Cracking your eyes open, you found Bucky gazing at you with hooded eyes— his orbs sparkling with tenderness. You smiled with flushed cheeks, giving him a weak and lazy kiss. You felt his arms tighten around your lower back, the two of you just molding together.
“I love you so much baby.” He whispered against your lips.
“I love you James.” You gave his lips one last peck.
You snuggled up into him, burying your face into his neck as your eyes started drooping shut from exhaustion. He smiled to himself, leaning back into a comfortable position on the couch, gently rubbing your back.
The forgotten show played as a soft ambience in the background as the two of you fell asleep in each others embrace. All while his member was still buried deep inside you.
A/N: i don’t write smut that often so pls tell me what you think 🥴
thanks bestie for helping me with ideas @foreverrandomwritings <333
2K notes · View notes
janaispunk · 8 months
Text
making forts under covers
Tumblr media
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
A/N: Written for Mandy's Sweater Weather Writing Challenge by @she-likesorchids using the "Let's just stay in bed" prompt. This is my first time writing about Joel and also my first time writing at all in over a year, so I'm a little nervous, but I really wanted to put this out.
Word count: ~1.9k
Summary: You and Joel wake up to a gloomy fall morning and all you want to do is drink your morning coffee and stay in bed.
Warnings/Tags: post outbreak, Jackson era, fluff, unprotected p in v (don't do it, this isn’t the apocalypse), fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, so many pet names, Joel is a menace, tiny hints of dom!Joel but he's very soft, able-bodied reader, explicit 18+ content, MDNI! (let me know if I missed any)
Tumblr media
You blink your eyes open to the gloomy light of an early fall morning and the sound of rain against the window. The air in the bedroom has a slight chill to it and you burrow deeper under the covers.
Joel is still asleep, laying on his side turned towards you.
You marvel at the sight of his handsome face, for once relaxed, his brow unfurrowed and his breath going slowly. You rarely see him like this; usually he's the one that rises before you do when you sleep over, waking you up with a cup of steaming coffee and a soft kiss to your forehead, mumbling, “G'mornin'” into your hair. Your relationship is still relatively new, and you like this routine that is slowly forming between the two of you, but you could also get used to waking up to him like this.
You take in his face for a few more moments, a small smile tugging at your lips, before you quietly slip out of his bed. Goosebumps errupt on your bare skin and you tug on the flannel that Joel discarded on the chair in the corner last night, enjoying the way that his smell clings to the fabric and engulfs you.
You pad down the stairs to the kitchen and busy yourself with preparing coffee for the both of you, then wander into the living room while it's brewing. You stop in front of his bookshelf and run your hands over the wood carving of an owl that you've admired several times before. The ability to craft something so detailed out of a simple piece of wood fascinates you, especially when you think about Joel and his large, strong hands, using them to make something this delicate.
You fill two cups of coffee, reveling in the feeling of comfort and cozyness that the smell of the hot liquid always brings you, then carry them back up to the bedroom where Joel is still asleep. You set one cup on his nightstand, take a sip from your own one and slip back under the sheets to snuggle up to Joel and nuzzle your face into his bare chest, inhaling his scent and enjoying the warmth that is radiating from his body.
Joel grumbles and wraps a strong arm around you, encompassing you further in his warmth and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he mutters, “Mornin' sweetheart,” his southern drawl more pronounced and his voice still heavy with sleep.
You shyly smile up at him, grateful that you're one of the few people who are allowed to look past his rough exterior and to catch glimpses of the gentleness inside him that one only get to see when you're this close to him, and whisper, “Good morning,” before stretching up in his arms to reach his mouth with your lips.
His grasp around your waist tightens and you giggle, pecking his lips again before you lean away and say, “I brought you coffee, for once.” He sits up against the headboard, pulling you with him until you're leaning against his chest, one of his arms slung around your shoulder while he picks up the cup with his free hand and lets you do the same, before he leans down to kiss your forehead again and murmurs, “Thank you, darlin'.”
You both sip on your coffees for a few minutes, enjoying the quiet morning. His fingers draw lazy circles on your arm and shoulder, his eyes falling down to the flannel that's halfway slipped off. “Nice shirt,” he drawls into your ear and you giggle.
“Thanks, it's new.”
He chuckles and tugs you closer as he finishes off his coffee, places both of your cups on the nightstand and carefully cups your face, tilting your chin up to kiss your mouth. The feeling of his big roughened palm on your cheek, combined with the gentle way he touches you, has butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
Joel deepens his kiss, his tongue dipping out and licking against your bottom lip, causing you to whimper softly and open your mouth for him as heat starts pooling inside of you and he pulls you on top of him.
“C'mere, darlin'.”
You melt into him as his strong arms wrap around you, his scent engulfing you and he's running his hands down your sides, leaving a trail of heat over your body as he slides the flannel completely off your body and dips his hands under the tank top that you slept in. Your lips connect again and you mewl into his mouth, your hips grinding down on him and his hold tightens around your waist, pressing you onto his growing hardness.
“Shhh, I got you,” he murmurs as his mouth moves down to your neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin there, causing you to shudder and sink your nails into his bare shoulders. He separates his mouth from your skin to push the tank top up and off your body, revealing your breasts and your already pebbled nipples. He groans softly and leans forward to suck on the soft skin there, your back arching and pressing yourself closer to him.
“Joel, please...” you whine, “I need...”
He leans back, his hands back on your sides, his thumbs brushing just below your breasts.
“Yeah? What d'you need, baby?”
You rock your hips against him, feeling his bulge press against your panties and another whimper falls from your lips.
“Need you Joel, please...”
It's almost embarrassing, how quickly he gets you to this point, but you can't bring yourself to care, not when he's this close, with his hands all over your body and his painfully handsome face right in front of you.
He smirks and pulls you into him again, murmuring, “Good girl, asking so nicely,” before he seals his lips back over yours and kisses you until you're breathless and squirming against him before he flips you over, his face hovering above yours. His hand travels down to your underwear and dips beneath the fabric, finding you already slick and swollen with need. He circles your clit slowly, making you gasp and buck your hips up against his hand.
“You're so pretty like this. Just ready and waitin' for me, aren't you?”
His hand trails down further, one finger dipping into your entrance.
“Y-yes, need you so badly, please Joel...”
He smirks, adding a second finger and slowly pumping them into you.
“I know, baby. Don't you worry, I'll take care of you. You're bein' so good for me.”
The praise makes you keen, the fact that this usually so stoically quiet man can't stop running his mouth when you're together like this, while he's reducing you to a blubbering mess that can barely get any words out.
You eagerly slip your hand into his underwear, wrapping your fingers around him, causing him to hiss and thrust into you particularly hard. You grab at his boxers, pulling them down his hips, wanting him as close as possible. He chuckles at your impatience but indulges you, the look in his eyes telling you that he's just as desperate for you as you are for him, helping you to get rid of his underwear and tugging yours off of you as well.
Joel grabs his hard length and slides it through your slick folds, causing you to moan and arch your hips up into his touch. He leans down and kisses you again, his cock nudging at your entrance as he whispers, “You want it, sweetheart?”, to which you respond with an eager nod. He tuts, cupping your face in his large hand.
“Words, baby. Tell me. Tell me what you want, how much you need it.”
You whine softly, feeling yourself blush at the thought of putting your desire into words.
“I- so much, Joel. Please, I- I need you to- to fuck me, please?”
You bite your lip and he groans softly, murmuring, “Good girl,” against your mouth as he pushes into you in one hard thrust, filling you to the brim.
You cry out as your walls clench around him, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion, to the way he always feels so big inside of you, and the exquisite bliss that only Joel can bring you is taking over your body. Your hands grab at his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin and moans of his name falling from your mouth as he pounds into you with long, deep movements. His mouth finds your neck again, sucking hard and biting down on your skin, before soothing the sting with his tongue.
His arms wrap around you and he holds you close while he keeps thrusting into you, whispering into your ear.
“Fuck, you're such a dream... Feels good, yeah? This what you wanted?”
You nod frantically, one of your hands scratching down his back while the other grabs at the curls on his neck as you're barely able to form words.
“S-so good Joel, fuck, 's perfect...”
He hums in smug agreement, his thrusts becoming even deeper and his fingers sliding between your bodies to toy with your clit. The heat inside your body threatens to spill over at his touch and you moan loudly, your earlier inhibitions about voicing your needs wiped from your mind.
“Yes! Just there, please- please dont stop, oh god...”
He's rubbing precise circles over your clit, keeping his gaze on your face as your eyes glaze over, your moans growing even louder.
“That's it, good girl. So tight around me, fuck... Show me how pretty you come for me, go on. I know you can.”
Your jaw falls slack and your whole body trembles, your walls clenching rhythmically around him and soaking him in your wetness as your orgasm washes over you. He growls at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock and pounds into you a few more times before he pulls out and spills himself over your stomach.
He stills and his head falls forward, both of you panting hard and not moving for a few moments. He leans forward to kiss your cheek, smiling at your blissed out expression, before he gets up from the bed and pads to the bathroom. He returns with a washcloth and cleans you up, gently stroking your sides and making you hum happily.
When he's finished and collapses back beside you on the bed, you turn around, wrapping the both of you up in his blanket and pepper his face with kisses. “Good morning indeed,” you grin and he huffs, ruffling through your hair and pulling you tighter into his embrace.
“You got anything planned today?” he asks after a moment of peaceful silence and you shake your head. “Nope, I'm all yours.”
“Good,” he smiles, letting your head rest on his chest and pulling the blanket up to your chin, so that you're entirely shielded from the slight chill in the air. Gloomy light filters into the room and you can still hear the rain splattering against the window. Joel kisses your forehead softly.
“Let's just stay in bed, then.”
Tumblr media
banners/dividers by @saradika <3
526 notes · View notes
tpwkwriter · 8 months
Note
pease do where Harry took her v card last night and the morning after like when shes bleeding and harry being really caring and protective
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Warnings: mentions of the deed, cursing, fluff<3
—————————The morning after————————
Y/n sat up in the empty bed, the bed where her Innocence had been taken the night prior, her T-shirt and his boxers where the only things clad on her body, her hair felt scruffy, and her bones definitely had an ache.
Flashbacks to evening before y/n wasn’t sure she’s felt so many butterflies and flutters in her stomach in one night.
Her mind kept going back to the way his hands roamed her body, they way his forearms would be either side of her head, he was just so Devine.
“What’s on your pretty mind?” Said a voice throwing her out of thought.
Harry entered the room placing a cup of water on her bedside table and a kiss to the top of her head.
“Y’alrigh?” He asks plopping down next to her.
“Mmm” she smiled, taking a sip of her water
She leaned her head on his bicep which further elevated her comfort, he pressed another kiss in return.
“Want me to run y’bath” he asked
“Yes please, and can y’add some of that lavender stuff, will help with my legs” she bashfully admitted.
“Y’legs?, y’in pain?” He asks, eyebrows furrowing and now moving to look at her.
“Just a Bit achy, just how is is H, don’t panic”
“M’sorry love, was as slow and gentle as I could be” he muttered into her hair
“You were amazing” he added
A red colour stained her cheeks as he continued to utter these words and pressing kisses to her like there’s no tomorrow.
“Want that bath?” He offered again.
“Yes please”
—————————
Y/n slowly made her way towards the bathroom, though standing up was definitely a challenge.
“Shit” she winced standing up from the bed.
“Slowly love” Harry said, gently putting a hand on the low of her back to guide her.
Once y/n got into the tub Harry thought this was an ideal time to properly clean the bed and change the sheets.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t overthinking last night, was he too rough? Was she okay? Did he check on her enough?
Y/n sat in the tub and seeing her red raw inner thighs made her let out a small chuckle at the memory of the night before, it somewhat felt surreal that her virginity was taken by someone who she adored so much, Harry shew her so much love and attention that it made her heart race 10x much.
“Y’okay beauty” Harry called from the bedroom, knocking y/n from her reminiscing.
“Yes love, come sit with me” she answered.
Normally y/n was a very private and shy individual, but there was something Harry carried with him that radiates safety and comfort and after the previous night his words made her feel so beautiful.
Without a word he presses a kiss to her forehead and proceeds to sit on the closed toilet Sid which sat next to the tub.
Y/n loved admiring the beauty that was her boyfriend, her eyes drunk him all in and enjoyed it thoroughly.
“Thank you for last night” Harry admits knocking the train out of her mind.
“Harry” she began
“Thank you, you treated me lovely” she stressed wanting it to get through his head.
“S’jus, such a vulnerable moment and you shared y’first with me” he smiles.
“And there’s no one else I would’ve rathered” she said looking directly at him.
“Love”
“S’true” she sighed.
“Y’gonna make blush n shit” he chortled.
“That’s because your just a big sap” y/n teased
A moment of comfortable silence washed over them enjoying the bliss of simply just each others company.
“Love?” Harry asked.
“Hmm”
“Was last night painful?” He asked his green eyes filling with slight concern
“Harry-“ she started.
“Y/n” he answered a slight more serious and deeper tone.
“Baby, only a teeny bit it’s normal, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t bleed slightly in the bathroom after but it’s so normal Harry-“
But he wouldn’t take that.
“What?” He asked eyes pinching closed and tighter as each word rolled off her tongue
“Baby stop beating yourself up-“
“I made you fucking bleed?”
“Harry listen to me”
Clearly lost in his own brain overthinking the worst things ever.
“It’s normal, before you I was a virgin it’s fine, harry it’s not your fault you didn’t cause anything, hell it didn’t even hurt, m’used to periods and much worse love so stop letting your brain win”
Harry looked up at her, her beautiful eyes and face were the death of him.
“Fuck love” he said quick to move off of the toilet lid and kneel beside the tub to level with her face.
“I love you so much Harry, your the best boyfriend, I felt so safe, so loved in your arms last night, as sickly as that sounds” she quietly said while studying his features.
“I love you y/n, I never want to hurt you, cause ya pain ever ever ever” he rambled.
“I know silly, now gimme a kiss you big sap” y/n requested.
A kiss she received.
——————————————————————————
409 notes · View notes
fuck-i-burnt-the-tea · 2 months
Text
𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒑𝒑 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
Tumblr media
Scenario: He hate fucks you after an argument
Warnings: rough sex, p in v sex, creampie, choking, degrading, make up sex, a bit of arguing in the beginning, reader is referred to as 'you' and is mentioned to be wearing a skirt, little bit of angst and fluff towards the end!
A/N: My ovaries are trembling, you're welcome. No context for the argument, you're also welcome ☺‼️ Since this is something rougher, I did include aftercare because it's so so SO important after sexual activities
Tumblr media
"If you don't want me, I'll just find someone who does!" You yelled, getting close to him. You two were arguing in the living room, you don't even remember about what, but now Johnny was threatening to break up with you.
His chest grew tight at this. His eyes were locked on yours, a jealous twinkle reflected in them. "He won't be me though" He spoke like it was a threat, narrowing his eyes at you.
You decided to keep taunting him, "Jealous?" You asked with a smirk on your face.
He hated that you knew his weaknesses, hated that you knew you were his biggest weakness. "Shut up."
"Make me." You challenged, keeping that stupid smirk on your face
Something in him just broke, wanting to put you in your place. Within seconds it seemed, he had grabbed you by the waist, pushing you down onto the couch. Gently enough that he didn't hurt you, but rough enough for you to know he wasn't playing. "Don't play that game with me, princess." He warned, his voice deeper, but there was a clear edge of anger and jealousy to it.
"What game? If you let me go, I'm free to sleep with whoever I want." You were bluffing, but he didn't need to know that.
He gritted his teeth, this was getting under his skin now. "You wouldn't." He said, his voice was deep with a slight bit of rasp to it. It was clear he intended to keep you all for himself.
"Would I?" You continued to challenge him, hoping to break him, let his primal urges take over
"Better fucking not" He replied, letting his eyes linger over your body, before letting his hand move up your thigh, under your skirt, his hand stopping just short of your aching heat
You couldn't help but feel your pussy flutter around nothing at his touch. You were in such a vulnerable position, being under him with your legs slightly spread, it made your breathing turn heavy. "And what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?" You teased, looking up at him with an innocent look on your face, even though nothing about this situation was innocent
"Gonna fuck that thought out of your pretty little head until you understand that I'm the only one who can have you," He warned, yanking your panties off. Two fingers rubbing against your wet cunt before pushing inside, making you gasp and arch your back at the intrusion, the pain quickly turning into pleasure as he worked his fingers against your g-spot. "The only one who could fucking touch you like this, could make you feel this good."
It didn't take long before his pants and boxers were discarded, and he pulled his fingers out of you. Your shirt pushed up by him as he unclipped your bra, setting your tits free. He rubbed the mushroom tip of his hard, leaking cock against your wet folds, before pushing it inside you while rubbing your clit. He barely gave you a chance to get used to his size before he was fucking into you roughly, your tits bouncing with each harsh slam of his hips.
You couldn't help the sounds that escaped your lips, moans and desperate pleas of "Don't stop, fuck, please, feels so good"
Everytime the tip of his cock brushed against that sweet spot inside you, you could swear you were seeing stars, but then he wrapped his dominate hand around your throat, his other hand on your waist, and gave it a small squeeze. God, it made your brain feel so fuzzy, like you were seconds away from falling off the edge.
"Would any other guy fuck you this good? Fuck you like the dumb slut you are? Fucking like that, huh?" He spoke, his words low.
He was so pussy drunk on you, on the way your cunt squeezed his cock, dirty nonsense just kept spilling from his mouth. "This what you wanted? Wanted me to fucking ravage you, make it so you can't walk tomorrow?" He said through pants and low groans, the sound of his hips slapping against you filling the room. He was so close, so fucking close.
He took his hand off your waist, still keeping the one on your throat there, and moving his thumb over your clit, desperately rubbing the sensitive bud, "Need you to cum with me, baby, cum while I fill you up" He wasn't asking, he was commanding.
The pleasure off all his actions were quickly building up, the fuzzy feeling in your head from his hand around your throat, his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit, and the rough thrusts of his cock inside you, it was all too much, the coil of pleasure in your stomach threatening to snap. "I'm so close... Johnny, 'm gonna cum" You cried, the pleasure overwhelming you
"Cum for me, princess" He demanded, and that's all it took for blinding pleasure to wash over you as you screamed his name, you could've swore your vision blacked out for a second. It took a few more sloppy thrusts before he pushed himself in deeply one last time, his sperm painting your walls.
You both were panting heavily, as he removed his hand from around your throat, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. "Was that okay, baby? Does it hurt anywhere?" He asked as he pulled his softening cock out of you.
You shook your head in reply, looking up at him. He just needed that little conformation that you weren't hurting before he cleaned you up. "Okay, I'm gonna get a warm washcloth to clean you up, stay here." He said with a smile before quickly leaving, coming back a minute later.
As he was cleaning you up, you spoke softly, "I'm sorry for what I said, I don't want anyone else, I just wanted to get a reaction out of you."
He smiled and kissed your forehead "I know, baby. I'm sorry too, I don't want to break up" He whispered, before planting another kiss against your lips. "I love you, more than anything."
Tumblr media
As always, likes, follows, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated! Thank you for reading and supporting my work 🫶
☆ like what you've read? masterlist
204 notes · View notes
Note
I know you wrote for Kappa/Euro. Hear me out.. could you write for Euro/Dead from lords of chaos? No one writes for jack kilmer and it drives me insane‼️😭
Pure Fucking Armaggedon
Summary: In the midst of a heavy night of partying with the Black Circle, you crave your boyfriend's attention but just like so often lately, he's very much not interested, leading you to meet your needs somewhere else…
Pairing: Dead x fem!Reader x Euronymous
Word Count: ~3.7k
Content Warnings: Trve Kvlt Smvt 18+!, Talk About Depression/Mental Illness, Talk About Self-Harm, Very Angsty, Hurt/Comfort...ish, Alcohol, Smoking, Cheating…But With A Twist, Fingering, Unprotected P In V, Creampie, Pet Names
A/N: Hi, anonnie! Thank you very much for this ask <3 Before everybody jumps into my inbox about Jack Kilmer: Please don’t, okay? He’s not tickling my brain like Rory does and I’d hate to let y’all down by having requests sitting in my inbox collecting dust 🖤 However, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't having a lot of fun writing this chaos!
Massive thanks to @spookyorchid for endlessly entertaining my rambles and inspiring me!
Disclaimer: This is solely based on the characters depicted in Lords Of Chaos!
Tagging the horny horde:
@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @lifelessvessel @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai @fan-goddess @shady-the-simp
Tumblr media
Could you stomach it anymore
Could you stand to be a breath away
Can you feel the way your face distorts
Did you think that it could be this way
- Stomach It By Crywolf
Your upper lip twitched a little as your gaze darted right into your boyfriend's chestnut-coloured eyes. In a rather stark contrast to yours, Pelle's expression was indifferent whilst he stared back at you, face smeared with a now gray amalgamation of once black and white corpse paint.
"Sorry…" He muttered, his voice lacking the depth and sympathy to really sell his point.
"No…it's, it's okay, really. It makes no sense to pressure yourself when you're not in the mood, no." You shrugged your shoulders at him, very much meaning what you said whilst you still felt that massive rock of repeated disappointment settling down in your stomach.
"I'm gonna go grab another beer then…can I get you something?" Pelle shook his head lightly.
"No, but thanks. I think I should just go to sleep now." The Swede with the long blonde hair allowed himself to slump deeper down into the old, worn out sofa, crossing his arms in front of his chest and with that not just verbally but also physically blocking you out.
"Nighty then…" You mumbled, turning away from your boyfriend to hide just how hard you fought to keep your composure.
Neither the heavy leather jacket, the edgy metal studs and spikes all over nor your trusty Darkthrone shirt hugging your torso were able to shield you from the emotional hurt raging inside of you. It's been months since Pelle last touched or so much as kissed you on the mouth. You knew just fine that something wasn't alright with him, that he was going through an episode again and the last thing you intended on doing was putting any blame for that on him but fuck was it challenging you this time. It didn't go past you how the I love you's had become more and more scarce, how he turned his back to you at night whilst you stared at the ceiling hoping for the oncoming episode to wash over him in a few, swift weeks but his current black hole of depression was unlike anything before. You hardly recognised your boyfriend anymore and felt like nothing but an accessory to the whole band persona he'd put up to cover up how much he was actually hurting on the inside.
To not come off as a soft, little crybaby to everybody else, you stifled your breath and wiped the emerging gush of tears from your lower lash line as fast as you could before making your way out to the densely crowded yard again. Empty bottles of beer lined the way whilst partially smoked-up cigarettes laid scattered all over, the heavy smell of a raging bonfire filled the crisp night breeze. Whilst almost violently looking to the ground to avoid anybody seeing you being about to burst into tears, you rushed to one of the cooling boxes to grab a beer or preferably something stronger. A sense of recklessness washed through you as you dug a deeply green, still halfway full glass bottle from the cooler. Jägermeister would serve you just fine right now.
Armed with the strong booze, you went right back into the house, hiding yourself away from all the action to simply get drunk in peace and solitude.
"Ugh…" Your whole body quivered as the herbal liquor shot down your throat, drenching your mouth in its bitter taste.
Right after the sensation eased up a little, you chased the first swig with a second, deeper one, the alcohol burning its way through your stomach before you'd even reached the corner of the house that could be described as a guest room to slump down on an array of dusty mattresses. With the intense warmth of heavy liquor washing through your body, you curled yourself up, shoving an old pillow underneath your head and before you really realized it, vagrant, quiet tears trickled from the corners of your eyes, pooling at the tear duct to eventually swap over the bridge of your nose. If you were honest with yourself, you felt sick of it, sick of being ignored and pushed away but at the same time you just couldn't bring yourself to point the finger at Per. He simply didn't choose this way of being and feeling yet it felt like he wasn't even trying anymore…which, again, would just be another symptom. You sighed in defeat before treating yourself to another numbing mouthful of booze.
Allowing the tears to just run down your face at their very own pace, you simply wanted to get drunk as fast as possible but even that wouldn't be granted to you, a gentle knock on the slightly ajar door pulling you from your thoughts.
"Huh?" You muttered, sitting up straight again and wiping the wetness from your cheeks.
"Hey…are you okay?" The familiar voice belonging to Øystein asked.
His head peaked through the open door, a messy bunch of black hair framing his face in wavy strands.
"Saw you rushing through the yard and thought checking up on you wouldn't hurt…" He slid his lean statue through the small opening, stepping towards you before crouching down to meet your gaze.
"See? That's part of the problem…you, you care and Pelle just…he just sits there." The words blubbered out of you in an uncontrolled rush accompanied by a new surge of hot tears.
"Hey now…", Euronymous quickly sat down, tucking the frizzy hair behind his ears, "What's going on, hm?"
"I'm so sick of this shit, Øystein… I can't help him, I can't fix him and he just pushes me away time and time again. I'm so done with this bullshit." It practically gushed out of your mouth in a poorly choked-back wail.
"There's a whole horde of people out there, Euro, yet I feel so terribly fucking lonely all the time. Everybody's cheering for Mayhem and for Dead, going on about how fucking cool and true he is for what he's doing to himself on stage but you know what?", You tried to stifle your shaky breaths, "It's not cool. None of it. It's actually fucking terrifying…and it's me who's got to stitch him back to gether every damn time."
With every one of your words, Øystein's eyes widened a little more, partly in understanding about just how much his friend was dragging you through but also in plain sympathy for you.
"Come'ere, yeah? C'mon…if it helps you can squeeze me as hard as you want to, okay?" Euronymous spread both his arms, inviting you in for a tight hug.
Not wasting a second thought on it, you leaned in, wrapping your shaking hands around his shoulders to squeeze and press as tightly as you could.
"There you go…that's it, right there." Euronymous encouraged you, the palms of his broad hands resting at the back of your head to soothe you with gentle pets and strokes.
"I wish I could help you but none of us really gets through to him anymore…I'm so sorry." Øystein sighed into the curve of your neck, the tip of his nose almost touching the cold, black leather of your jacket.
"I don't even know what's going on with him anymore. Everything is just so terribly wrong and I don't know how much longer I can do this shit, Euro, I really don't." You sniffled, inevitably having the vastly different scent of Euronymous right in front of you sneaking up into your nostrils.
Unlike Pelle, he smelled like stale cigarette smoke, cheap aftershave and beer…maybe not exactly a crowd pleaser but you found comfort in it.
"It's okay. I don't judge you." He whispered to you in a soft tone and it threatened to break you apart from the inside.
"Thank you…", You croaked into his hair, your voice getting weaker with every letter, "I feel so shitty for thinking about it like that but…but I'm so goddamn tired. I-...I just wanna feel loved again."
"To remind you…there's a whole horde of people out there who love you." He tried to cheer you up but ultimately missed the point.
"Not…not like that. Ugh, I sound stupid…" You felt the need to take the words straight back and to just go with Øystein's attempt of calming you.
"No, you don't, seriously.", Euronymous led his fingers to get lost in your hair, fingertips softly stroking across your scalp down to the nape of your neck, "I can't imagine how you came up with enough energy to stay this long in the first place. We both know it's not his fault, neither is it yours or mine but we've all been watching you breaking away because of him. You're not smiling anymore, not screaming your lungs out at the gigs, you're barely even here anymore…he's eating you up."
"I can't just leave, Øystein…" You gradually loosened your death grip around his torso to lean back, your face wet with slowly subsiding tears.
"I know…all I'm saying is that it might be time to think about yourself a little more. It won't help anybody if you get lost in his chaos, too." Before you could raise your own hand to wipe the sleeve of your jacket across your face, Euronymous was already on it, his thumb brushing over your cheek.
Whilst taking a deep breath to steady yourself a bit more, the two of you just stared at each other for a moment. You followed how he slightly grinded his teeth together, jaws clenching, withholding something you couldn't quite decipher.
"Øystein?" You furrowed your brows a little, the feeling of something being violently off ebbing through your chest.
"I'm sorry…" That's all he offered to you before cupping your face with the full length of his palm and leaning in to press an anything but timid kiss to your trembling lips.
A part of you, the voice of reason within, practically screamed at you to pull away, to scurry back and to let this go down as nothing but an awkward, boozy, little slip-up, but you didn't move by just an inch as the pungent taste of smoked cigarettes and cheap beer swept into your mouth alongside Euronymous' daring tongue. You simply let it happen, allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth and intoxicate you with the dangerously addictive feeling of being wanted, desired by someone.
"Fuck…" You groaned into the nearly bruising kiss, hands reaching out to claw at his utterly worn out Venom shirt to pull him closer to you.
Catching the notion that he had dared to make the right move at the right time, Øystein's palm left your face, both hands roaming over your back down to your ass to simply scoop you into his lap, your legs wrapping themselves around the cold of his bullet-shell belt as the hem of your washed-out, gray denim skirt rode up generously over your fishnet-stocking covered thighs.
"I got you…just hold on to me." Euronymous muttered, trying to catch his breath a little whilst his fingers dug themselves into the curve of your behind, causing you to whine out as you arched your hips impossibly close towards his crotch.
The aching need to feel just something again practically pulsed through every nerve ending and every muscle, pulling you into his tight grasp and for your hands to slip under the soft fabric of his shirt, skin against skin leaving you to crave more. Whilst one of his hands left it's place cupping your ass to hurry down between your bodies, awkwardly fumbling with the buckle of his belt before almost violently pulling down the zipper, a short but heavy pang of guilt jolted through your ribcage, nearly causing you to flinch on the spot. Nothing about this situation at hand was right or somehow, in some crooked way, justifiable to you and yet you made not a single move to stop any of it from happening. You didn’t grasp for Øystein's hand as it hushed from his unzipped pants amidst your legs, the sound of your tights tearing and ripping thundering in your ears, right before curious fingertips brushed over thin lace panties, no. The only reaction it pulled from your body was a needy moan.
"Right there, yeah?" You heard the smirk in his tone without even needing to see it.
Nodding softly, you placed your mouth back onto his, teeth teasingly grazing over his bottom lip.
"Bet that feels even better, babe." At first you didn't know what struck you harder, the endearing pet name or Euronymous' fingers snaking past your slip, dipping right into your soaked folds to draw achingly slow circles around your entrance.
"Please…" You hummed into the kiss, your forehead leaning against his.
"Please, what?", He inquired, fingertips prodding and nudging against your cunt, "Want me to fill you up, no? Such a greedy little thing."
You choked back a whine as Øystein withdrew his hand from your slip to shove the fabric to the side, fingers freeing his rock-hard cock from the confines of his shorts right before thrusting into you with a precise rock of his hips against yours.
"Oh, fuck…" Your moan got lost in his mouth, the delicious feeling of being stretched out so harshly rippling through you.
"How long has it been, huh?" He pushed, drilling himself into you until it threatened to hurt.
"I dunno…four months, maybe five." You couldn't stop your eyes from fluttering shut, the burning heat of arousal and shame creeping into your face in equal parts.
"Yeesh, couldn't leave a girl like you untouched for that long." Euronymous huffed, his other hand steadying your posture with his palm flat against your back as he started rolling his hips, practically bouncing you on his cock.
With your entire body flush with the sensation of Øystein spearheading into you in a firm pace, the last bit of your coherent brain busy muffling and holding back desperate mewls and whimpers, you rendered completely oblivious to what was happening around you…unlike the black-haired guitarist. From the very corner of his eyes, Øystein's attention got pulled towards the semi-open door, the old, wooden floor in front of it creaking treacherously. Just by the way a well familiar pair of thoroughly worn out combat boots barely peaked across the lines of the door frame, he knew that the both of you had been caught right in the act but he didn't so much as even bother to stop from guiding you up and down his throbbing hard on.
"You at least got yourself off here and there, no?" You shook your head.
"Didn't feel right. I- I just hoped things would get back to normal…" You groaned, the sensation of Euronymous' cock stroking over that extra sensitive spot inside of you sending cold, little shivers down your spine.
"Oh, love, then I better make sure to give it to you better than Per ever could…lazy fucker." Øystein scoffed more to his friend and singer hiding next to the door frame than to you but you didn't take any notice of that, your senses way too busy with just keeping it together.
For a moment, Øystein felt actual and very real rage gushing through him. Anger towards his friend for being such an oblivious prick regarding the suffering and all-round neglect he was dragging you through. It was a terribly self-righteous emotion, that he knew for sure, however, he couldn't help himself but to let it fuel the way he rutted into you, burying himself as deep as possible inside of your wet pussy.
The rather morbid thing both of you failed to take notice of was what Dead was doing hidden away in the shadows of the hallway, the crushing humiliation not only going straight to his heart but to his awfully throbbing cock as well, the bitter-sweet masochistic rush leading him to palm himself through his trousers whilst biting down on his fist to not let just one singular sound escape from his twitching lips. The Swede was shamelessly jerking himself off to you getting railed by his closest friend.
"Gonna take good care of you, babe." Øystein groaned in a lust-riddled tone, both of his hands now closing down around your hips to hammer your form onto his cock with every jut and snap of his hips.
It had you bashfully nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, the cigarette smoke soaked leather of his jacked cold against your cheek, whilst you still clawed at his sides underneath his shirt.
Your fingers dug into his skin as you felt your walls starting to flutter and contract around Øystein's hard on, the first crushing jolts of your pent-up orgasm rippling through your body, senses being sent into blissful overdrive.
"Good girl…fuck, pulling me in so hard now, huh?" Euronymous' voice cracked and eventually faltered just like the rolls of his lap against yours.
"Issok…", He talked you through your release, shoving himself balls deep into your spasming cunt before flooding your insides with white-hot ropes of his seed, a guttural groan ripping itself free from the depths of his lungs, "Just let yourself go. I gotchu."
The earth-shattering sensation of all the pent-up sexual desperation mixed in with shame and crushing guilt washing through your system had you biting down on his leather-clad shoulder, a fresh surge of tears threatening to swap over your lower lash line at any second.
"Aw, shit." A sore croak from outside the room led both of you to turn your heads so suddenly that it nearly gave you whiplash.
"The fuck?!" You shrieked out, practically jumping from Øystein's lap whilst he was equally busy with tucking himself back in and getting off the mattress.
"I got this!" Euronymous tried to calm you, awkwardly stumbling away from you before tearing the door open and vanishing into the dark hallway.
For a split second your overworked synapses tried to get a vague grasp on what was going down. Feet were hammering down stairs, noisy commotion erupted from inside the house before the sound of shattering glass and incomprehensible screaming and shouting filled the yard.
"Oh fuck no…" You huffed under your breath, wobbly legs nearly giving out as you tried to pull yourself from the mattress.
As soon as you stood upright again, you felt Øystein's load oozing out of you, soaking the flimsy fabric of your slip with every step you took. You dreaded the scenario that was unfolding outside because the yelling didn't seem to die down but much rather escalate further.
"You fucking traitor!" Pelle's raspy voice cut through the night air, hitting you as soon as you slid out the front door.
"Fucking traitor?!", Øystein spat right back whilst your eyes scanned the scenery anxiously, "You're the spineless loser, Per!"
"You fucked my girlfriend, Øystein!" Dead yelled and with his words you noticed Metallion and Jan Axel staring right at you, nothing but drunk confusion washing over their faces.
"And you pathetic fuck got off to it!" Euronymous had to duck down to dodge an empty beer bottle being sent his way.
"You what?!" You directed the question right at your boyfriend before you noticed a tell-tale damp and soaked-through spot right around his zipper.
"Yes, please tell her how you stood outside the room jerking off to your girl breaking down in front of me, Per!" Your bewildered stare rushed towards Øystein now.
"Huh? You…you saw him or what now?!?" The guitarist shrugged his shoulders and nodded.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" Jan Axel tried to intervene but both Per and Øystein shushed him almost simultaneously.
"You shut the fuck up!" Pelle sneered, looking like he was about ready to throw one of the plenty empty bottles of beer after his drummer too.
"No.", You huffed, wrapping your leather jacket around your torso to shield you from the creeping cold, "He actually got a point, because…what the hell?!"
"Pumpkin, I can explain, I promise." Per raised his hands in a soothing manner but you didn't feel like having any of it.
"Don't you dare sweet-talk me now, Pelle! You've been pushing me away for months but…you get off to, well, this?" You indirectly confirmed all that had been happening between Øystein and you.
"No. Just no. You know what? Fuck you. Fuck this shit. I'm not even remotely drunk enough to deal with this shitshow right now." To undoubtedly cement your point, you took a few swift steps toward Øystein who was looking at you with wide eyes as you fished for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, drawing one for yourself before deliberately putting it to your lips.
"Yes, I fucked Øystein.", You threw your hands into the air after lighting the cigarette, "Maybe I should've done that much sooner, who knows?"
The last sentence was solely aimed to hurt Per as much as he had hurt you.
"Fucking hell, I'm so sick of all this dysfunctional shit…", You just shook your head before heading back inside, "Better none of you disrupt the date I have with a piss-warm bottle of Jägermeister now or you fucking bet I'll cut your dick off!"
372 notes · View notes
itsmealaiah · 3 months
Note
I'm so in love with Bill's star tattoo SOOO
Female reader asking bill why he did it and her secretly loving it she ends up teasing him so much that he punishes her by overestimating her
You just love this, don't you?
Tumblr media Tumblr media
tags/ warnings: smut under cut, p in v, riding dom! bill, reader teasing bill about the tattoo, overstimulation, squirting, begging and cursing.
MDNI
pairing: bill x fem reader (not described)
Your POV:
As I was making myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, I glanced over at Bill, who was sprawled out on the couch in our apartment, flipping through channels. His broad chest rose and fell with each breath, and I couldn't help but admire the new star tattoo that curved around his hip. It was a perfect addition to his already impressive ink collection. He glanced up at me as I walked into the living room, his brown eyes meeting mine. "What's up, baby?" he asked, voice laced with lazy humor.
I paused for a moment, debating whether or not to ask him about the tattoo. I knew it had been awhile since he'd gotten inked, but I hadn't seen any pictures of it yet. "Hey, Bill? Why'd you get that new star tattoo?" I pointed to the small, intricate design on his hip. He chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully.
"Oh, come on, you really want to know?" he teased. I grinned, stepping closer to him.
"Maybe I just want to see if it's as sexy in real life as it is in the pictures." His smirk grew, and I could feel a blush creeping up my neck. "It's pretty nice, I guess." I laughed, trying to play it cool. "Don't you think?"
He shrugged, still smiling. "I mean, it's alright, I guess." I couldn't help but laugh at his modesty. "But it's not like you're going to forget about it anytime soon." His words hung in the air, and for a moment I wondered if I'd gone too far with my teasing. But then, he let out a soft groan and stood up, towering over me.
"You're just saying that because you like it," he growled playfully, reaching out to grab my wrist and pull me closer to him. His grip was firm, but not painful. "You know I could make you forget about it, if I wanted to." His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.
I raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze. "Oh yeah?" I challenged, my heart beginning to race. "And how would you do that, exactly?" I could feel the heat between my legs start to build, and I knew exactly what he was going to do.
He grinned, his perfect lips curving into a wicked smile. "I could make you forget about it with this," he whispered, his fingers brushing against my stomach before moving lower, over the lace of my underwear. My breath hitched as I felt his warm, calloused hand stroke me through the fabric, and all coherent thoughts fled from my mind.
"Ohhh…" I moaned, arching my back against his touch. He chuckled, his hand moving faster, his fingers curling deeper inside of me. I couldn't believe how good it felt, how much I needed this. His other hand found its way under my shirt, tracing patterns on my bare skin as he continued to tease me. "Bill…" I breathed his name, my hips moving of their own accord in time with his touch.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "You like that, baby?" he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "You like how it feels?" My answer came out in a wordless moan as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer still. His other hand left my stomach to cup my breast through my shirt, squeezing gently before rolling my nipple between his fingers.
"Bill…" I whimpered, my head falling back against the couch as I lost myself in the sensation of his touch. He increased the pace, his fingers thrusting deeper inside of me, and I could feel my release building, growing closer with every thrust of his hand. His lips traveled up my neck, sucking and nipping at my skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body.
"That's it, baby," he murmured against my skin. "Let it go." And with those words, I felt my orgasm crash over me, washing away all thought and leaving only the exquisite sensation of his touch. He continued to stroke me through my release, his fingers never losing their rhythm, until my breathing began to steady again. Only then did he finally pull his hand away, allowing me to catch my breath.
He pressed his lips to mine, soft and gentle at first, before deepening the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine. His other hand found its way back up to cup my breast, squeezing gently. I moaned into his mouth, arching my back, wanting more. His touch was like a drug, addictive and impossible to resist. He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes burning with desire. "You are so sexy," he breathed, his fingers still kneading my breast. "I could spend hours just touching you like this."
The words sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be wanted like this. His fingers continued their dance, teasing my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair, urging him closer. "Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our breathing. "Don't stop."
He smiled down at me, his eyes darkening. "I won't," he promised, before lowering his head again, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth. He suckled hard, and I cried out, arching my back further. His other hand moved lower, slipping between my legs, parting the folds of my wetness. His fingers brushed against my clitoris, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to do this again"
His fingers began to move in a rhythm that mirrored his lips on my nipple, and I felt my body tighten in response. His other hand left my breast, moving up to cup my face, his thumb stroking over my lips. "I want to taste you," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you on my tongue."
He released my nipple, and I felt the loss acutely, but his touch on my clit only intensified, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He leaned down, his lips finding mine, his tongue dancing with mine, and I could feel his erection pressing against my leg. I moaned into the kiss, arching into him, wanting more. His fingers never stopped moving, his touch growing more urgent as he neared the brink.
With a groan, he pulled away from the kiss, his breath hot against my ear. "I can't wait anymore," he whispered, his voice strained. He positioned himself between my legs, and I felt the head of his erection at my entrance. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice barely audible above the pulsing need that filled the air between us.
I nodded, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he began to push inside, inch by agonizing inch. His skin was hot and smooth against mine, and I felt every inch of him as he filled me. He paused, letting us both adjust to the new sensation, and then began to move, thrusting slowly at first and then with growing urgency. His hips slapped against mine in rhythm with his thrusts, and I could feel him deep inside me, so close to where I needed him to be.
His hands moved to my hips, steadying himself as he pumped harder, faster. The couch creaked beneath us, the springs protesting at the force of our movements. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I could feel my body tense in anticipation, the familiar tightening in my core. "Closer," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Oh, God, I'm so close."
His answering groan vibrated against my neck, his hips thrusting deeper still. "Me too," he gritted out. "I'm going to lose control." His fingers dug into my flesh, and I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own, needing the release that was building within me.
The pressure built, and I felt the familiar tightening in my core. My hips bucked upwards, seeking the friction I needed, and he responded with a groan, thrusting harder. His hands left my hips, moving up to grasp my shoulders, his fingers digging into my flesh as he held on tight.
I arched my back, lifting myself to meet his thrusts, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensation was exquisite, overwhelming, and I knew it was only a matter of moments before I lost control. His movements became more urgent, his breath hot and ragged against my neck, his body tense with the effort of holding back.
And then, with a groan that seemed to come from deep within him, he pushed deeper, harder, faster, and I felt the release building, rising like a wave within me. I couldn't hold back anymore, and as he thrust one final time, I cried out, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.
Hot liquid sprayed across his stomach, his chest, his hands, as I squirted for what felt like an eternity. He followed suit, his body tense as he arched into me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he emptied himself deep inside me.
Our bodies slid together, slick with sweat and my own juices, as we both tried to catch our breath. He collapsed onto me, his weight pressing me into the couch, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, our hearts racing and our bodies still joined in the most intimate of unions.
Finally, his breathing slowed and his weight eased, but he didn't move to pull out. Instead, he rolled us over, still inside me, so that I was sprawled across him, legs dangling over the sides of his hips. "Ride"
I let my head fall back against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin against my own, as I began to move my hips, slowly at first, and then with growing urgency. His erection fit me perfectly, filling me with each thrust, and I felt the familiar tugging deep inside as my body began to respond once more to his touch.
As I moved, my breasts brushed against his chest, the rough texture of his skin sending delicious shivers down my spine. His hands slid up my back, cupping them around my shoulders, holding me close as he watched me, his gaze intense.
I could feel my orgasm building again, the pressure growing in my core, the sensation of being so full of him overwhelming me in the best possible way. With a moan, I arched my back, my hips moving faster, my body responding to the delicious friction he created.
His hands slid down my back, cupping my ass, and his thrusts became deeper, harder, more urgent. He growled into my neck, his hips meeting mine with each powerful stroke. The couch beneath us creaked, the springs straining as we moved together, our bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of our passion.
As I neared the brink again, my muscles tensed, my breath coming in ragged gasps, I could feel my inner walls contracting around him, milking him, wanting more. And then, with a cry that was part pain, part pleasure, I came again, my body shuddering with the force of the release. Another jet of my essence sprayed across his chest, his stomach, his hands. It looked…clear? what the fuck did I just do? I wondered.
"hey baby? what's this white stuff? it looks transparent" i asked.
"I think you just squirted?" he replied, his voice slightly unsteady.
I blushed, mortified. I didn't even know that was possible. "I… I did?" I asked, still trying to catch my breath.
He laughed, the sound warm and deep. "Yes, you did.." He ran his fingers through my hair, tracing patterns on my skin. "Don't be embarrassed. It's natural." He leaned in, kissing my forehead. "Besides, it just means I made you feel amazing." His words made me blush even deeper, and I could feel the heat spreading across my chest, down to my core.
a/n: requests are open! keep sending them in! love you all
156 notes · View notes
seungmin-mongmong · 4 months
Text
A Stupid Bet
pairing: seungmin x fem.reader
warnings: degrading, unprotected sex, names (whore, slut, brat), slight cussing, edging, fingering, oral (f. receiving), hair pulling
Seungmin always liked to make challenges and bets with you. Mostly because he always won, but he just loved seeing you struggle to keep the bet.
This time, the rules for the bet were; no touching yourself, and no sex. It was weird, since you and Seungmin liked to watch movies toghether, cuddle, and end up in the bedroom. But now, watching movies were so boring. It has been 5 days, and its almost the weekend, and you’re doing fine. Atleast until today. The problem is, you cant stop thinking about his cock. Especially when Seungmin decides to tease you with wandering around with only his boxers on in the morning.
“Good morning, jagiya” he says. You cant help but stare at his toned body, and just imagining him over you. “Hello? Y/n?” he says again. You snap back, seeing that he has sat down opposite you. “A-ah, good morning” you reply abruptly. “Were you distracted? Hah, do you like what you see?” he says. You cant focus on anything he says. All you can think about is him fucking you. But you can’t. If you do, you’ll lose the bet.
You didnt hear what he said but hum in reply. “Anyway, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he asks you. Shit. You look at the time on your phone. Oh your boss is going to kill you. “My god, i have to go, love you!” you shout as you run out the door.
You’re almost ready to drive home from your work place when you get a notification from Seungmin. He rarely texted you while you were at work. You open your messages and see a picture. A mirror picture of Seungmin, with wet hair, and a towel wrapped around his waist. The towel wrapped so low on his waist, you could see his v-line, and his damp skin, and the fog on the mirror. His slim hands holding the phone. Seungmin was driving you insane now. All this was just to tease you even more.
You couldnt take it anymore. You needed Seungmin so urgently. This was complete torture, watching your boyfriend, half naked, in towels, whatever was making you want him. Your cunt was getting wet, and you knew you couldnt ask him to just fuck you. The car started, and you drove off immediately. He was making you horny on purpose. He wanted you to lose, and it was starting to work too. The urge to touch yourself was getting too strong. It was as if Seungmin controlled your thoughts.
You parked outside your house, and quickly opened the door. You see Seungmin, lying on the couch in shorts and a black oversized t-shirt. Even just seeing him like that made you go mad. “Hey jagi” he said. “Did you like the picture?” It was almost as if your cunt was dripping now. You went upstairs, to your bedroom and laid down on the bed. There was nothing else in your thoughts, than Seungmin fucking you dumb.
You got your pants off, and your hand automatically went down underneath your panties to your clit. Seungmin was definitely winning this bet. You just couldn’t resist yourself. Rubbing slowly in circles as you think of him. If only it were his slim, long fingers inside you, pleasuring you, but no. You dip two fingers in, moaning. Then, you forgot, the door is open and Seungmin is right underneath you. Did he hear it? You cover your mouth with the other hand as you go faster, sliding in and out, whimpering in your hand. You couldn’t go and close the door now, and you were sure Seungmin heard you moan, but still continued, going even deeper and faster. You felt a pleasure, but it wasnt the same. It wasnt as good as Seungmins cock inside you, hitting your spot. You whined in desperation, wanting him so bad, going even faster.
Then you heard steps. They were coming from the stairs, and you slowed down the pace, letting out a small whimper. It was over, Seungmin had seen you now.
“You really enjoyed that picture huh? Getting all worked up over me in a towel? What a whore.” he said. You felt too embarrassed to answer, slowly pulling your fingers out. He had bet 1,000$ on this challenge. You look at him, feeling ashamed. He takes a step closer, and almost whispers, “Looks like i’ve won this challenge. Again.” He chuckles to himself, and looks at you with dark eyes. You cant even answer him, from embarrassment. All you do is stare at him, and his cock. “Looks like you need punishment. Especially whores like you that cant follow rules.” he says cold.
“Get on your knees.” he demands. You follow his orders, although he has never been this strict. He was way more controlling now, but you kind of liked it, seeing him take control of you.
He slipped his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. You could see his hardened cock, flushed. Seeing that cock right in front of you makes you so needy. “Come on, make me cum.” he says. You would take his cock anywhere, any time, no matter what.
You start licking his tip, tasting him. Your panties are almost soaked at this point. His long cock twitches as you kiss his tip, and starts sucking. He groans while you suck, grabbing your hair. “Ngh, come on, do it properly.” he says, pushing his cock into your mouth. He goes deep in your throat, almost making you choke, but the pleasure is too good to stop. You only want more of him, sucking and licking him, as his hips buck up. He groans and pulls your hair, while you sit there on your knees, spit hanging on your chin. Its almost like you’re his toy, being used just to make him cum. He pulls your hair harder making you choke on his dick, while his orgasm approaches. He whimpers and breathes heavily. “Im gonna fvcking cum in your mouth, and you’ll swallow every single drop like the slut you are. Got that?” he says.
He thrusts into your mouth one more time, and his load fill your mouth. Theres just something so good about the taste of Seungmins cum. You swallow it all and open your mouth just to show him you can be a good girl. It makes you so horny, thinking of being his slut. Something about him being like this makes you feel helpless and desperate, but you love it.
“Of course you swallowed it all like the whore you are. You just love being used by me, dont you.” he snaps. “Now stand up. Im not finished with you yet.” he says with a smirk. You stand up, without hesitation and look him in his dark eyes, waiting for your next order. “You’re just a little brat, my little fuck-toy.” he says. You can only stand there, staring at him and his dick. “Aren’t you?” he asks. “Y-yes Min.” you respond. Within a second, he pushes you down onto the bed. Seungmin drags your wet panties off, seeing your soaked pussy. “You’re such a whore.” he mutters.
He brings your knees up, missionary, and slowly enters you. “Fuck, you’re such a slut for me, aren’t you.” he breathes out. Finally, his cock in you, feeling so good. The feeling you longed after. He thrusts deeply into you while grunting. His cock sliding in and out was just the best feeling. It was as if Seungmins dick was made for you, fitting right in your hole. He starts going faster, making you moan his name. You could already feel him hitting your spot. The pleasure builds for the both of you, moaning, and whimpering. His movements quickens, and becomes sloppier. He thrusts into your spot again, almost making you cum. “Fuck, Min, im gonna cum.” you groan. He smiles at you as he pulls out, edging you. “Please, just let me cum Min, please.” you whimper. “I cant just let you get what you want. You broke the rules, you get punished.” he says, leaving your body squirming in desperation.
“Min, please, i need you inside me.” you cry. You reach your hand down to finish off yourself, but Seungmins hand grabs your wrist. “Behave you little slut.” he snaps. “You’re that desperate huh?” he smirks. You can only look at him with pleading eyes, whimpering. “Get up, I’m tired of doing all the work. Now it’s your turn.” he commands as he lies down on his back. You immediately know what to do, and climb on top of him. Putting his dick in, you whine. You bounce up and down in his cock, going deep. The feeling was too good, making you moan his name. “Such a brat” he says. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. Seungmin moans, and bucks his hips up, thrusting into that spot. One more time, and you’ll cum. “Fuck, im close.” you whine. You ride him faster, grinding on his cock. He breathes shakily, thrusting one more time, as your orgasm crashes onto you. Seungmin cums in you, moaning, while you form a ring of cum around his cock.
As you get off him, you feel his cum seep out of your hole. That warm feeling, trickling down your inner thigh. “My little slut, taking my cock so good.” he says. You lie down beside him, meeting his eyes. His gaze was softer now. “I love you.” you whisper, giving him a kiss. He looks at you, smiling. “You’re such a good slut for me.” he responds. “I love you too.”
44 notes · View notes
munsonsbabygirl · 1 year
Note
Congratulations on 500!!! I’d love to make a celebration request 🤍
eddie munson + "don't you hide that cute face from me. i wanna see all of you." 😩🫶🏻
thank you so much and thank you for requesting :)
18+ MINORS DNI!!! unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before u tap it folks)
join my 500 follower party!
You can tell Eddie’s missed you by the way he greets you when he answers the door when you knock. It’s only been a few days, but he pulls you inside the trailer quickly, barely letting the door slam shut behind you before judging you up against it. He cuts off your hello by pressing his lips against yours, sweetly at first, then a little more firm when you get over your shock and start to kiss back. 
His hands are roaming up and down your back throughout, but it's not until one of them wanders down to give your ass a squeeze that you pull away, tilting your head at him. 
“What’s up with you, Eds?” You pant, licking your already kiss-swollen lips as your eyes dart around his face. His cheeks flush pink, chin dipping down towards his chest like he's bashful now. 
“Missed you, s’all,” He mumbles, peering back up at you doe-like with those brown eyes you've grown accustomed to. “S’been a long time.” 
“It’s been two days,” You chuckle, looping your arms around his neck. His face falls. “Hey, no. I didn’t mean it like that, I missed you too, Eds.” 
“Yeah?” He looks pleased now. 
“‘Course I did. Two whole days without you!” 
“How much?” 
“You tell me first,” You shoot back, lips quirking up into a challenge wrapped in a smile. It’s like a switch flips in Eddie’s demeanor at your words, because he smirks, shifting both hands under your ass and hefting you into his arms easily before connecting your lips again on his way to the bedroom. 
He dumps you unceremoniously on his bed, ridding himself of his shirt in record speed. You’re able to get all your clothes off by the time he manages to undo his belt buckle, scooting up towards the headboard and propping yourself up on your elbows whilst you wait for him to finish tripping out of his jeans. 
“Took you long enough,” You tease, kissing him once he’s crawled up the bed and settled between your legs. His arms bracket your head as he leans over you, licking into the warm heat of your mouth in a sloppy kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth, definitely showing just how much Eddie’s missed you over the past couple days. “You really weren’t kidding,” You manage to mumble between kisses, fingers tangling into Eddie’s messy curls. 
He just grunts in response, abandoning your mouth in favor of trailing his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses in his wake as he makes his way down to the valley of your tits. There’s a split second of hesitation that’s over before you can complain, then Eddie latches on to your nipple, dragging his tongue around the pebbled bud, sucking, licking, soothing. 
“Oh my god, Eddie,” You moan, back arching, chest pushing deeper into his mouth. Every swirl of his tongue goes right down to your cunt, growing achier and achier for him to be inside you with every second that passes. You know it’s getting him all riled up too, because you can feel the gradual hardening of his cock against your thigh. Then he stops, lifting himself back onto his palms and just looking at you. 
“You’re so pretty,” He murmurs, taking in the sight of you bare underneath him like he’s trying to commit it to memory. His eyes rake along the the hills and valleys of your naked body hungrily, darting from your tits, to your glistening cunt, back to your tits, up to your face—it’s a cycle that continues for what seems like forever, and you’re growing more self conscious by the second.
You know Eddie’s not doing it with any intent other than to admire you, but you feel…exposed. 
“Eddie…” You whine, bringing your hands up to cover your face bashfully. 
“Nuh uh, stop that,” He tuts, coaxing your wrists apart with his own hands. “Don’t you hide that cute face from me. I wanna see all of you.” 
“Just hurry up and fuck me, would you?” You huff, and he grins devilishly. 
“Yes, ma’am.” He nods, wasting no time in lining up his hard cock at your entrance. He swipes the tip of it across your clit teasingly, once, twice, a third time, before pushing inside about halfway. A high pitched whimper leaves your mouth, nearly drowned out by the low groan that escapes his at your cunt squeezing around his dick. “Fucking hell, sweetheart. So goddamn tight, s’like you were made for me.”
He starts to move, shallowly thrusting at first just so you’re able to get used to him, but growing a little deeper as soon as your legs come up to lock around his back. 
“More, please Eds, I need all of you!” You breathe, fingers scrabbling at his biceps. 
Eddie falters in his stroke, eyes widening at you. He’s never bottomed out before, he’s always been too scared of hurting you. “You sure?” 
“Yes, yes, please,” You nod frantically, practically fucking yourself on his cock since he’s not doing it himself. He nods, inhaling a quick breath in preparation before thrusting all the way. You hiss at the stretch of his entire length, but he’s quick to soothe, bringing his hand down to rub slow circles against your puffy clit. “I’m okay. You can keep going.” 
Once he starts moving, he can’t seem to stop. He’s rocking into you needily as if he’s a man possessed, whining and moaning and letting out a colorful array of curses with each thrust of his hips against yours. You’re chanting his name like a mantra, and it doesn’t take long for both of you to reach your highs.
Eddie’s fingers speed up against your clit in a chivalrous attempt to push you over the edge first. It works. Your deliciously mellifluous moans give him the nudge to reach his own, and he spills inside you only a few seconds later with a strangled shout, hips stuttering to a stop. He pulls out slowly, chest heaving as he throws himself down next to you. 
“Maybe we should go without seeing each other more often if this is what happens afterwards,” You joke weakly, letting Eddie cuddle up against you comfortably. 
“Don’t say that. Two days was torturous enough, I’d keep you here forever if I had my way,” He murmurs, lips pressed against your sweaty hairline. 
“I’d be okay with that.” 
“Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.” 
91 notes · View notes
rabbitcruiser · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
A new red-and-white maple leaf design was adopted as the flag of Canada on February 15, 1965, replacing the old Canadian Red Ensign banner.
National Flag of Canada Day 
National Flag of Canada Day is observed every year on February 15. This day marks the inauguration of the present flag of Canada with the red maple leaf. The flag signifies the common values that unite all citizens of Canada — equality, diversity, and inclusion. On this day, you might see the Canadian flag waving in glory from building tops and people distributing miniature flags on the streets. Some people prefer wearing pins in the design of the flag to honor this occasion. In many schools, special lessons are delivered on the history of the flag and its significance. Let’s dive a little deeper to find out more about this auspicious day.
History of National Flag of Canada Day
The history of Canada’s red and white maple leaf flag is quite eventful. You might be surprised to know that it hasn’t been around for all that long. Although Canada’s quest for a national flag had begun in the late 19th century, the current version of the flag only emerged during the 1960s. Even after Confederation in 1867, Canada showcased the royal union flag of the United Kingdom as its own. By the 1870s, the Red Ensign — a combination of the Union Jack and the shield of Canada — began to be used unofficially as a national symbol. As the nation started growing, its people felt the need for distinct symbols to represent their nationality. In 1921, King George V granted Royal Arms to Canada, and this found its place on the Red Ensign. This new version was used as a patriotic emblem during World War II.
In the following years, several protests were carried out, with a number of Canadians losing their lives in the struggle. Then, in 1960, Lester B. Pearson, the leader of the opposition, decided to put an end to the problem of the flag. This eventually led to the Great Flag Debate which ended in the approval of the present design of the Canadian flag.   George Stanley was the person behind the design, which features a stylized red maple leaf on a white surface flanked by red borders.
The new flag became official after Queen Elizabeth II proclaimed it on January 28, 1965. On February 15 that same year, it was hoisted on Parliament Hill at the stroke of noon. That’s how the maple leaf flag came into being!
National Flag of Canada Day timeline
1965 The First Flag Raising
Queen Elizabeth II proclaims Canada’s iconic flag with its red and white stripes and it is raised for the very first time.
1982 The Flag is Hiked Up Mount Everest
The Canadian flag travels to the highest peak in the world — Mount Everest — with mountaineer Laurie Skreslet.
1984 Reaching Interstellar Heights
The National Flag of Canada takes its first flight to space on NASA’s space shuttle, Challenger.
2011 The Recognition of Patriotism
Stephen Harper, the Prime Minister of Canada, observes National Flag of Canada Day by presenting the flag to two citizens for their honorary contribution to the military.
National Flag of Canada Day FAQs
What is the purpose of the National Flag of Canada Act?
The purpose of this piece of legislation is to encourage Canadians to display their national flag.
What does Canada’s flag look like?
The Canadian flag has two vertical red stripes on either side with a white block in the middle. A red maple leaf is depicted in the white block.
What is the meaning of Canada’s flag?
The red-and-white ensemble with its maple leaf represents Canada’s cultural heritage as well as the nation’s values of hope, peace, and neutrality.
National Flag of Canada Day Activities
Wear the colors of the flag
Organize a flag-hoisting ceremony
Get creative
On this holiday, add a flash of red and a dab of white to your outfit and carry the pride of your nation in your clothes. One idea would be to throw a red tie over your formal suit for a change. Ladies, a pair of red trousers might go well with a plain white shirt.
Invite your friends over for a little flag-raising ceremony and sing the national anthem. Think about all the reasons that you’re grateful to be Canadian — or the reasons you wish you were Canadian.
A great way of paying tribute to the national flag would be to create something of your own. You could try making your own flag or creating some artwork using the color code of the flag.
5 Important Facts About The Canadian Flag
A million flags were handed out
The Betsy Ross of Canada
The flag is a thing of beauty
The design is incredibly precise
There are flag rules to follow
In 1996, a million flags were distributed among Canadians as part of the One in a Million National Flag Challenge so they could display them the following year.
Joan O’Malley, a retired civil servant, sewed the first samples of the present Canadian flag.
Flag experts often regard the Canadian flag as one of the world's most beautiful owing to its uniform color contrast and captivating design.
The maple leaf on the Canadian flag was styled with eleven points.
When the Canadian flag is raised, lowered, or carried in a parade, men must remove their hats, and everyone must face the flag in silence.
Why We Love National Flag of Canada Day
It’s a historic day
It symbolizes national values
It’s a chance to unite with your fellow countrymen
This holiday is a historic one as it commemorates the day the Canadian flag was raised for the first time. This was a proud moment in Canada’s history.
This is a day for all Canadians to come together and celebrate the values that their flag stands for. It’s an opportunity to remember to uphold kindness, equality, and politeness.
This holiday calls for all Canadians to leave behind their differences and join hands as one people. This isn’t limited to just one day — it is a reminder to always be kind and just.
Source
6 notes · View notes
andy-clutterbuck · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
7x08 - Hearts Still Beating | requested by Anonymous
184 notes · View notes
thefanbasewhore · 3 years
Text
His
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Prompt no. 31 from @sweeterthanthis's "Quote me on it" 6k writing challenge! - Suck me, beautiful. - Also sorry for all the repost! - tags problem
Summary || Bucky doesn't like when his things gets touched.
Paring || Biker! Bucky Barnes x female reader
Word count || 4,015
Warning || (18+, content) , degradation, slight dub-con (but not really, reader is willing), p in v, oral receiving , jealous!Bucky, - you have been warned.
Side note || shout out to my bestie @fuckandfluff for beta reading this for me <3
It is hard to miss his eyes, the way they darken just enough to show interest. Dark and shallow like the depths of the deepest canyon – shallow with no sign of life. Sparking in this little game of predator and prey but no one dares to make a move.
Tugging his lip between teeth the moment he catches your glance, smirking as flirty eyes run up and down your body but then back to his friend. His gaze is hot - pure lava that burns the skin, but it feels so, so good.
To have the attention of James Barnes, a man your mother would never approve of and other men cower to. He is beautiful, seafoam blue eyes that accompany strong features, and soft, pink lips to top it off.
You smile shyly, cheeks darkening under the gaze as top off the few coffees on at the bar. Bucky watches at the corner of his peripheral, casually conversing but cannot help but notice the way the man comes behind you, pressing a hand to the small of your back as he joins into the conversation.
Bucky leans forward, listening intensely as the hand slips lower and lower until it cups the curve of your ass. Bucky stands so fast with blurred vision, with one goal in mind; protect his girl’s honor but he watches the way your lips twitch into a polite smile as you throw your head back to laugh, quickly excusing yourself but not before catching the intense, darkening gaze of Bucky.
Two rather large hands grasp your arm, pulling you into the side pantry, located right before the kitchen doors with force.
"Wh-." You don't even get the chance to speak before being pressed against the wall - a heavy weight, chest crushing against your back. Soft, heavy breaths as a hand anchors your hip, pressing you harshly into the metal preparation table. A hand flat against your shoulder and lowers you down until your stomach touches the table, bending you to his will.
"You wanted this, didn't you, pretty girl?" He coos as the curve of his nose runs through your hair, taking a lungful of scent, floral mixed with strawberry shampoo and a hint of grease. You let out an exaggerated squeal as he pushes his hips deeper against your ass to feel the heavy thickness of his aching cock. "Oh, you did."
Calloused but gentle hands grasp your shoulders, running up and down the length of back as he presses a few meaningful kisses to your spine. "Want me to fuck you right here? Mmmm, you dirty girl."
"James, we can’t do this -."
"I'll do whatever I want." He hisses against your skin, "When I want to and there's nothing you can do about it."
Warm, smooth lips press into your shoulder following with a thick line of spit from his hot tongue and nipping teeth.
Nimble fingers dig into the skin of your shoulder, turning you around to face him with a deep scowl. A gentle hand cups your face - angling your eyes to meet his face, fingers soaking the skin of your hairline. He does not move, not breath fanning your face as he just stares.
So beautiful like this, flushed and hair messily forming knots from his hands and a few loose pieces stick to your wet skin. A cool hand against your neck releases a gasp from your lips but he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip and molding his body into your own.
It is feverish, the way your hands raise to spread into his hair, feeling his breath hitch. A rough hand pulls at the blouse of your dress, exposing the heavy breast. Bucky presses his lips into your own watching as your eyelashes flutter close and inhale deeply.
"Sweet girl, tell me -." He rubs his harness roughly against you, nipping at the skin of your neck. "Did you like his hands on you?"
A whine gets stuck in your throat as harsh teeth nip at your lip with a growl and in response lean forward to connect the invisible line, but he stops you with the press of his fingers, but you continue to reach forward to split his lips open and slide your tongue in. Eyes tightening with envy, lips long and thinning as a result but it does not stop him from returning it, sliding his tongue against your own with ferocity.
Bucky huffs - hands falling to cup your ass, massaging the fat between his hand with a squeeze. "You're making it hard to stay mad at you."
Buck’s eyes flutter, eyelashes soothing the skin of your breast with a huff. He says for a second, evaluating the situation: his hardness throbbing, pressed between your creamy thighs.
“Buck..” The whine of his name wanting and feral shoots straight to his aching cock.
Fingers cup your chin and grip to watch lip’s part with want, while two metal fingers touch your tongue, sliding along the ridges of it until they reach the back of your throat, gagging around them but Bucky doesn't pull away instead holds them there, a cocky smirk pressing against your cheek with harsh kisses. "You don't get a say, keep your mouth shut, do you understand?"
"Yes, I'm sorr -."
"What are you sorry for? Tell me, sweet girl."
You try to speak but Bucky does not give you the chance, "Say sorry for being a little whore."
"Buck!" Two thick, cold fingers run along the underside of your breast, slow and antagonizing as they trail across the skin of your stomach to the hem of your panties teasingly.
The other hand - still wrapped around your hair pulls tightly, "I told you to say sorry."
"I'm sorry!" You whine and peer up into his eyes with a quivering bottom lip, only to be met with the intense dark gaze.
"For what?"
"Being a little whore." You whine pathetically, "I'm sorry!"
Two large fingers spread over your clothed pussy with a loud whine, pushing your hips into the working digits. "Please, please."
To your surprise Bucky moves closer, sinking to his knees with a few seconds of silence to commit the sight to his memory. Hips lift from the cool table as Bucky clicks his tongue under his breath, lips move agonizingly slow, hands cupping both of her breasts through the fabric of your bra feeling nipples react instantly, hard through the thin material of the shirt.
“I-I..” Tears of frustration, wet eyes, wanting to cry and beg but it would be no use. Not with those cold, daring eyes.
Bucky can't help but stare, the light-colored fabric left little to the imagination, dark hairs shape against it, the wet patching showing just how badly you want him.
With your eyes closed, it is practically sensory overload. Skin on fire, small bee stings follow the warmness of his touch. Ears twitch with heat, breath against the skin of your thighs as lips touch the inner skin. Buck makes sure to take his time, spreading the wetness around the bare mound with his thumb, throat dry and his mouth parting with want.
Eyelashes flutter with a moan, skin flushing pink with chest heaving with deep breaths, grinding your own desperate hips against his hand.
His hand leaves you completely with a loud protest, but it is cut short with a hand against your hip to flip you around onto your stomach, face pressing against the cool metal as the same hand digs into your right hip, dragging them high into the air.
His length is heavy, straining against the back of your thigh. Pressing a kiss to your lower back up to the bare skin of shoulder blades. The swirling and clanking of vibranium plates as a barbarous hand kisses the flesh of your ass, harsh and brutal with every clench of his jaw.
A gentle palm smooths the burning, reddening skin. His other thumb spreading across your clit, whining with the contact. His finger’s hook inside with no warning, filling you to the brink
The two fingers scissor against your walls, coat with her arousal that helps him trust them back into you again until they hit that spongy part that makes you squeal. The instant the sound leaves your lips, your hand cups your mouth to conceal the noise but he only slaps it away with threatening eyes, "I want to hear every single sound, understand?"
You squeeze around him, hips naturally fighting his own trust of his fingers. "You look so fucking good, moaning my name so everyone can hear you."
He groans at the tightness and it instantly sends shivers down his skin, electric shocks down his spine to his dripping cock, pre-cum smearing against the confides of his boxers, a wet patch seeping through the dark, jean material.
Fingers never lead up, filling and entering as soon as they left, over and over again until you feel a sudden snap, a wave of heat that curls inside your stomach, mouth ajar as Bucky quickens the pace, pressing soft kisses to your underthighs, watching his fingers move in and out. Lips sucking softly on the skin, huffing in frustration at his own arousal throbs to replace his fingers, watching as you drip into his fingers down his hand and your thighs.
“Buck!” it’s a warning to make him suck harder; fingers so good it makes you mewl.
“Cum pretty girl, give it to me.”
All it takes is seven words and his finger to milk you through your orgasm. Legs begin to tremble, his heart thumping inside his chest as your walls squeeze his fingers with a cry. "That's it, good girl."
Your chest falls and raises quickly against the table, but Bucky’s fingers do not leave the heat between your thighs. Blind fingers reach behind to palm his hardness, it's so gentle and it’s an experimental touch that makes him groan and heart flutter but he chooses to ignore it and grunt loudly.
He uses this time to look at you, completely soaked, begging for more as your thighs squeeze together.
"Greedy Girl, stop that."
Hands spread across the back of bare thighs, trailing to squeeze a large handful of your cheek. "You look so good like this."
His arms flexes and expands against your thighs again as fingers curl into the softness of them, anchoring himself as lips closing around your clit, suckling softly.
“Buck - wait!” it is a whine of surprise as his tongue flickers against the sensitive bundle and sinks into the gaping hole. His finger’s moving faster, pace increasing with every squeal, scream or sound that’s made.
His tongue does not let up from your clit as his fingers pushed deeper inside, purposely messaging the spot found in the deepest of your pussy, his cock throbbing at the thought of feeling it.
Hips lifting off the table trying to escape his brutal lips, but he does not allow it as his free hand fell to hips, roughly pushing you back down against the cool surface. “Stay.” The vibrations make you cry, begging for more.
Fingers curling in you to collect any juice they possibly could spreading against you as much as he could manage through the way your hips jolt, a soft mumble makes you moan.
The familiar feeling of heat building up and bubbling in your lower abdomen spreading warmth throughout your whole body as he continued to finger fuck you as fast he could. The heavenly sound of wetness dripping to his hand, covering his face and onto the table. “Give it to daddy, princess, I want more."
“I’m -.“ His name is like a prayer on your lips and his only reply is slamming his finger back into as hard as he could, lips puckering against your clit one more time. Eyes rolling back into your head as the delicious swirl of heat ignites deep inside your stomach and he sucks up everything he could manage.
The instant your body slumps, Bucky's fingers grab at your hips and presses a kiss against your lower back as you hear the jingle of his belt, pulling it from the loops before carelessly throwing it across the room.
His sweetness is short-lived as a hand cups your jaw, his chest pressing against your back with a whisper. "On your knees."
The shuffle from the table to the floor is easy, positioning yourself right in front of his crotch, he is hard, head poking through the top of his boxers easily visible from his unbuttoned pants.
"Suck me, beautiful..." Bucky peers down at you, using his digit to run along the line of you jaw - thumb pinching at the pit of your chin. "Open those pretty lips for me."
Despite the burning of your knees in contrast of the hard, tile floor you oblige, mouth parting as the skin of his appendage dips to your tongue, pressing hard on it. His other hand reaches down to pull his pants, along with the black briefs down his legs just enough to release him.
He groans as his eyes never leave your face - over the soft curve of your nose watching as your lips wrap tightly around it and suck.
"You are so sexy.." beautiful, round, doe eyes peer up at him as he wraps his free hand around his cock, tutting his hips into the tightness of his clasped hand.
He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, pressing the Bulbous head onto your lips. Lips parting to your mouth and stick your tongue out. "Such a good girl. You like sucking cock huh?"
"Yes." Lips closing around the head, sucking slightly but only for a fist to pull at your hair.
"Did I tell you to suck yet?" He snarls, eyes darkening, "Are you that much of a little slut? Or pretending it's his."
The last word he hisses, curling his fingers for he gains the upper hand and feels the knots of your hair fill the gaps between fingers. "I asked you a question, sweets."
"No." The pull that burns your scalp makes you moan in pain, the reply muffled by the heaviness of his cock still lying between open lips. "Not for him, for you."
"Really? Is that why you were letting him touch you, mm?"
"I didn't know - I thought you didn't want to -."
"Didn't want you? While else would I waste my time, mm?" He kisses his teeth with words laced with venom, "Are you that much of a dumb whore to realize?"
He doesn't give you the chance to answer, “Let me tell you what's going to happen, I'm going to fuck you and you're gon’a walk right up to him with my cum running down your thighs and tell him to fuck off, you're not interested, understand beautiful?"
"Yes." With a wanton cry as a wave of heat runs through your body, a soft hand reaching down to cup the softness of your breast. In response clench your tights to create some kind of friction between your throbbing cunt.
"What a dirty girl..." He loves to see the sight, the mess he makes of your big, innocent eyes on the floor of this dirty diner, ready to be fucked like a whore. "Suck it, gorgeous."
The angry bulbous head kisses your lips as a gentle thumb roams over your hairline, "Don't be shy now."
Lips part as Bucky's smell takes over your senses - the smell of soap and chapped, warmed leather as he hits the back of your throat, nose brushing against the dark ringlets of hair. He moans softly biting down on his lower lip as a he pinches the skin of your jaw to lift you head up, "Eyes on me."
Bucky gives a small thrust, just enough to make your eyes water and to fit the rest of his hard-on into your mouth. His fingers clutch the corner of the metal table as a small groan falls from his lips watching as you bring a hand up to cup his balls, not daring to take your eyes away.
"Trying to make up for being a bad girl, huh?" he taunts with a small gasp, but you ignore his teasing and bob your head up and down with precise, slow movements.
He's growing frustrated, face flushing a deep pink color, chewing on his bottom lip but it only gets interrupted by the loud moan every time you bob your head. His fingers burn the base of your skull, throat closing around his cock as you're forced to breath out your nose, but that's even hard as wet tears stain your face and gather above your cupid's bow.
"Enough.." The words are spoken through gritted teeth as if it hurt to mutter, but you don't even get time to think about it before a hand wraps around your arm, lifting you up and muttering, "On the table, hands and knees."
Bucky groans at the sight of you, skirt pulled up to your waist, pussy high with hips in the air for him. A rough hand kneads over the flesh of your ass check, the other one comes up to spank you so hard you cry as tingles of pain mix with pleasure to send goose bumps up your back. Lips coming down to pressing a small kiss against the harsh mark as it welts with pulsing pain, "You look so pretty marked by me, gorgeous girl."
A large hand guides down your back feeling the grooves of your spine against his own fingertips until his hand reached the back of your neck and with one hard grab forces your cheek against the table. Both hands start to knead at your cheeks, brushing over your soaked entrance, a lingering heat trails where his fingers touch, across the back of your thighs, your ass. Whining softly as he speaks, "Something tells me you don't want me here, you would rather it be him."
The click of his tongue tells you he’s disappointed, panic tearing through your throat as his finger moved further from where you need him most, tears of frustration prickling eyes as his hand pushes your head deeper into the table. “No! No – please touch me. I want it, need you so bad.“ With one last crack of your voice words spewing at any effort of some type of relief. "Do whatever you want to me, I'm yours, I'm yours."
The way he tenses and throbs between your ass cheeks is delicious. Not only does he affect you but judging by the way his chest does not dare move, drawing a huff of air at the words. Suddenly there is something soft against your back, a few gentle kisses that make your heart flutter.
Before you know it, Bucky pushes you up the table to make enough room to get onto it himself, kneeling between your thighs. His left leg against your inner knee, spreading you just enough so he can fit. Arching your back against him earns a loud warning - a rumble from his chest. "You take what I give you, understand?"
"Yes, I'm sorry."
He doesn’t give any warning, the act draws your breath away at the sudden feeling of a burning but pleasurable stretching causing a small gasp to fall from your swollen lips. With one callous thrust he splits you open, nudging that spot that makes jump forward but his hand cupping over your deltoid keep you grounded.
Bucky’s finger come behind to tease the bundle of nerves, making your whine as he sinks every inch of his cock until he is nestled so deep it’s hard to breath, it burns so deliciously. Mouth falling agape, cannot even manage to form words so he speaks instead, "So good, baby."
Buck’s hands rest against the swells of your ass, eyes tilting towards the filthy sight of him snuggly pressing into you, testing the waters with one deep, slow thrust. The sound you make is straight up sinful, makes him groan on his own accord as you clench around him.
Hips snap faster watching his cock disappear and reappear into your silky opening over and over again a wave of pleasure tingling his spine every time he hits the spot that makes you dumb. He wants to comment on it but the feelings of you squeezing him with every inch it's impossible to form words, especially the sight of his cock covered in your arousal. His thighs shake until they are numb, his stomach swirling with the familiar feeling building deep inside, body on fire. With every push of his hips, strokes are strong and harsh but hit that spot every. single. time.
The sounds falling from your lips don't help, mixed between pleasure and pain. He loves every second of it, rolling his lips as your pussy drips, smearing his thighs, droplets leaking down your own. His eyes never leave your ass - bouncing against this hips with squeals of his name.
"Shit, gorgeous." It is so sexy, so effortless the way you take him. Back arching pushing him deeper inside of you to hit that spot that makes you cry as a hand rest against the small of back giving him a better angle to fuck you senseless. “Bucky, holy fuck, so goood --."
Small crescents from his nails digging into the flesh of your hip as sweat beads across his forehead and chest, a wave of heat rushing over his body as he grows closer and closer. His thrust growing disorganized and haphazard forming a new pattern that makes your toes girl and he can barely get the words out as his head clouds, "Tell me you want it."
"I want it so bad, Bucky, please, please. Fill me up." It is so sudden, your orgasm hits you blindly with white, searing pleasure that makes small black orbs form in your vision. Bucky chokes at how hard you clench around him but continues to drive his cock deep inside you, milking you for all you have.
With the last of his trust he explodes, his cum lines your walls, filling you to the brink and stuffing you full. There's so much of it, it drips onto the table leaking between the both of you, but he doesn't dare move only peers down at you with those pretty blue eyes.
Sagging into the table and completely spent as a soft hand rubs your hair, fingers lovingly running across your hairline. He presses a kiss to your forehead, one against your cheek before cupping where his lips touched, angling your face to his own to press a soft kiss against your lips. With one last kiss to your nose, he helps put your arms back through the sleeves of your stress, sighing softly against your skin, "You okay?"
"Mmm." You agree, eyes shutting gently but only lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. "I'm yours, Buck."
"Yes, you are, honey." He promises and slides out of you with a hiss but that does not stop his eyes from dipping between your legs, smirking as you instinctually spread them, revealing the beautiful sight of him leaking from you. Two large fingers roam over the hood of your pussy, rubbing the folds before they split you open again. The sound that follows is filthy and he hums in response.
Those same fingers now prod against your lips, parting them open until the salty, blank taste invades your mouth.
"I want you stuffed in every hole, I want you smelling like me before you tell that asshole." You watch wide eyed and blank as he pulls up his pants and tucks himself back in. Pressing one more kiss to your lips before picking the panties off the ground shoving them into his pocket.
"Baby, I need those -."
"You didn't think I was serious huh?" Bucky chuckles darkly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, you're gonna tell him and everyone in this diner is going to know you're mine."
tags: @kpopgirlbtssvt, @slytherdorxmd, @sugarpunch-princess, @old-enough-to-know-better73, @maxsaturdayhatesnarwhals, @Fajitasandfics, @devilswaldorf, @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123, @grubler, @SodDy030, @agent-catfish-kenobi,@scarletglowss, @abitchforbarnes, @xxlovingfandomsxx, @jewishdelis, @klorpski, @kaitieskidmore1, @peterpstuff, @akaaaaashiiii, @angelsandsorcery, @moony-is-bae, @yliumy, @watermelonsponge, @stolenxkissess, @peakascum, @imhereforthelolzdontyellatme, @crvecem, @likealadygodiva, @harrysthiccthighss, @burnerbitchh, @sergeantjamesbbarnes, @amelia-song-pond, , @Jallen0126
398 notes · View notes
belleta · 3 years
Text
9:36pm
Includes: Switch!Bang Chan, switch reader, praise, slightly sensitive reader, fingering, slight bondage, edging, slight soft dom reader, music listening(headphones for best experience)
Straddling Chris’s lap, slightly aggressively kissing. Moving with one another in perfect sync. Swaying to a silent rhythm, grabbing desperately, but passionately. Every kiss, every touch, every pull on each's scalp was ethereal. Feeling each other on levels others wouldn’t understand. You ran your hands from his cheeks to his nape and raked my fingers up, through his strands. Tugging, causing him to moan quietly. Pulling you in for more, sliding his hands up and down your back, tangling with your soft locks. Rolling bodies like sea waves on shore, with no specific roles. Submission and dominance were not present. 
Feeling bored of the lounge, you pushed Chris back a little with a challenging kiss. Gripping the neck of his shirt, pulling him back towards the edge of the couch. After a few moments, you pushed him back to rest on the sofa. Tugged him forward while lightly pulling on his bottom lip, slightly baring your teeth with commanding eyes as you leaned back without him. He tried to follow but you swiftly pushed his chest back with a little force. He hit with a soft thud, mouth still agape, love and lust evidentially in his eyes. His arms raised to the head of the back pillow as you senually rose from my seat on his thighs. Chris’s eyes followed you, however his head didn’t. It stayed lowered even as you arose. Making him a hooded stare with his now swollen bottom lip, legs in a man spread. Giving him a lasting gaze as you slowly walked to our bedroom. He got up and followed. Just as he got to you, you quickly grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him close. Bringing your face close to his, mouth ajared. Moving your lips close, breath fluttering on your faces. As you brushed your noses against each other. Foreheads pressing, together lovingly. You pulled him with me into our bedroom. Pulling Chris in front of you. Moving your head up slightly to just miss his face with a breath, before softly pushing him down on the mattress. Getting in between his legs, moving your head all the way up to his face. Kissing him with such powerful emotion it could make you tear, but you held it in. Running your hands everywhere, all over his body. Making his skin needy for skin to skin contact. He started reaching for his hem, and you completed his action by pulling it up. He raised himself to sitting to let the shirt slide off. Cupping his face and kissing him passionately, which he returned. Lightly pushing him back on the bed. Placing one last kiss on his perfect now reddish lips, before sliding up to walk over to your shared closet. You quickly opened it to see the remotes for mood lights and surround sound. Turning the lights dimmer with a red tint, and playing your “Night Playlist”. You put the remotes down and grabbed a black with metal edges, medium sized chest that had a lock on it. The key was on top of it. Taking the key, put it in the lock and turned. It unlocked, opening to a bunch of toys and different restraints. You reached in to find the dark rope with silk restraints and leather cuffs. Finally grabbing a long black silk ribbon and closed the chest.                            (Listen to “Love is a Bitch” by Two Feet) Locking it and closing the closet doors, you turned back to see Chris lying back on the pillows of your shared bed looking tense. As you strode back over to him, you couldn’t tell if he was excited, afraid, or inpatient. Holding his hand and smiling down at him, he returned it relaxing a bit. You raised his hand and kissed his wrist, working your way to his shoulder and then his collar bone. Crawling on top of him, you sat just above his crotch and grinded on him. Kissing his neck and collarbones in all the right places or more of wrong places. His body started reacting, tingling with sexual frustration. You continued to kiss, lick and lightly bite his skin all over his favorite spots. His skin felt like it was on fire with desperation. Wanting something to push against his shorts. You were at his jawline, his breathing was irregular and he was letting out some involuntary whines as you would brush your hips at the top of his crotch but then move back up again. You started moving down again, sucking and playing with his nipples. Chris’s whines were breathy and now were slurred with soft moans. You started your way down again. Kissing his first rib moving towards the top of his abs. Kissing, lightly licking and nosing them. Breathing on his muscles as you reached his v-line. Paying even more attention to it then any other bit of him. Driving him absolutely crazy. You could hear him pulling on his cuffs. “Please….please…..please...baby.” He was now lifting his hip to your touch, whining for you to touch him there. “Please what baby?” You saw his hand try to reach my head to nudge your attention lower it was quickly stopped by his restrants, he let out a desperate whiny groan. You smiled, “Such a cute baby.” You stopped kissing and moved your head lower to hover above where he wanted it most. “P-please….”, You raised your hand in a scratching position and lightly glided your fingers on his clothed cock. “Please what, sweet baby?”. Waiting for his response as he raised his head up and down, shyly trying to fold the pillow around his face. “Please touch me”, he said quietly. You weren't accepting his request at that volume. “I’m sorry baby, but if you want something, you have to speak up.” You told him softly lacing with lust. “Please rub my cock”, he repeated louder. Now obliging with his words, moving your hand below it, putting pressure and rubbed it slowly once. He let out a choked moan. “Yes, yes….y-yes please...thank you baby”. He bucked his hips and met with my hand. You let it slide, he looked so beautiful. Flushed red, bottom lip sucked between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed in a needy way. Sweet, beautiful sounds escaped his mouth as he occasionally opened his mouth fully letting out even more sinful noises. The sight made you needy to get his basketball shorts out of the way, pulling at the band. He immediately responded and raised his hips. You pulled them off to meet a painful looking hard-on through his underwear. “Awww, does it hurt?......hmm?” You dirty talked him as he nodded, “Do you want me to stroke it until it explodes?” His ears and face darkened “Hmhm....”, he nodded. You started outlining and rubbing him through his black boxers. “Y-yes......p-lease, make my cock explode.” You chuckled darkly “Well you’re going to have to wait babyboy” Chris looked up confused. You swiftly flipped and roughly pulled down his underwear, making him squeal into the pillows. You then harshly pulled his hips in the air. His veiny cock didn’t even move away from his lower abdomen, it was so hard from being teased. The music around you making his body move unintentionally to the beat. You moved your eyes away from his length to his tight darker pink entrance. You brought your touch to your lips and rather lewdly suck on them. Making sure that Chris could hear you. You advanced them to his ass circling his tight rim with your wet index and middle finger. Desperate and impatient, Chris pushes back, forcing the wet digit inside him. You feel the stretch and moan with him as he fails his hands, not knowing where to put them. “Please move, g-god please fuck me please please.” He looked so beggerly spread out, his dark hair now a mess, thighs quivering. You began to slowly fuck him, trying to start a steady rhythm. You were growing impatient, wanting high whines, lewder noises. You pushed your finger around his walls as he sucked in a shuddery breath. One became three, filling him up as pushes back towards your digits, starting to bring vocals from deep in his throat as you thrust. Voice cracking, his walls clenching around you. You flip Chris over back on his back, his neglected cock dripping. Lifting his legs slightly you shove your fingers back into his greedy hole, deeper than before. Hitting his prostate dead on, his eyes rolled back, tongue lolling as he pants and moans. “F-fuck Don’t....fUck fuck im-” You grip his cock with your other hand, pumping at a relentlessly, hammering your fingers into his hole at the same pace. Chris’s knuckles are almost white due how hard he’s gripping at the sheets under him, his toes curling in the air, gasping for breath. “I-IM GONNA CUM FUCK FUCK F-UCK~”. You stopped, pulling out, growling. He cried out, losing his high. Getting up with the black silk and rope restraints you moved to the base of the bed, tying his legs down. You stand back to admire him, only to be awestruck. He looked unreal. All flushed, lust clouding his eyes, love bites painted across his milky skin, hole wet and cock red and throbbing. The lighting hitting him just right making him look sinfully angelic. You strode over to him, grabbing his left then right hand. Cuffing and loosely tying them to the headboard as he whined. The cuffs really completed the sight. You climbed back on the bed, briskly grabbing onto his length. His voice cracked as his eyes glossed over. “You look ethereal.” You said gazing at him. He whined out at both the praise and the feeling of you slowly jerking him off as you came closer to his face. He can’t help but thrust up into your hand, it just feels so good. He was aching to reach the previous pleasure he had received “Faster….please?” he moaned. “Anything for you, sweet baby. You’re so good for me, so polite,” you continue to shower him with praise, cooing, knowing how much he loves it, as you speed up your strokes. “B-baby” Chris shakily whimpers. His fists clenching and unclenching the sheets, legs trembling with every swipe of your thumb. His moans mixing with the melody, making the most beautiful music to your ears. Knowing your boyfriend's body all too well so you completely withdraw your hand. Dismissing his release once more. His head threw back in a lewd long wail. Your lips moved on his thigh, peppering light kisses on the abused skin. “I’m close..Fuck.. S-so close baby….PLEASE” he whimpers trying his hardest to not cum right then and there. You wait a little for his orgasm to fade away completely. “Such a good boy” you praised him, as he stopped whining.  (Listen to “It Won’t” by Sevyn Streeter ft. Chris Brown) “Baby”, you called, he raised his teary gaze. You lifted your hips, so that you were standing on your knees. You looked him in the eyes as you moved with the music playing all around you. Swaying and moving your hands all over your body, while you sensually remove your clothing in front of him. His eyes darkened despite his position tied to the bed and previous events done to him. Sliding up to him, removing your underwear lying next to him. You kiss him passionately, as he hungrily pushes back on your lips. You remove his cuffs and he grabs your waist, pulling you on top of him. He raised himself to sitting with you clung onto him. Your heat dragged down his cock, he groaned, you moaning. You kissed each other sensually with hunger. You move back, Chris not breaking the kiss. You removed his foot restraints. He immediately pulled you into his lap. Kissing with such passion it completely consumed the both of you. He pulled your hunches up closer to his abs, leaning back. The breathless whines coming out of your mouths as you lowered yourself down onto him. The sensation was absolutely intoxicating, filling your heads and blocking out any other thoughts. Everything fit perfectly, your hands locking around each together, his wrapping around you, while yours in his shadowy curls, lips enclasping, your connection. Sliding, clenching, holding both of you physically and spiritually. While your bodies entwined, pleasuring and loving each other. Your souls left and bounded as one, nurturing the other. Filling in what their other half lacks and they possess. Forming a perfect whole bond. The music consuming you, both swaying to the rhythm. The both of you let out sighs of pleasure, as you finally connect in the way you needed most. It was relaxed at first, but quickly sped up as you felt just how needy you really were. You held onto him, pressing your bodies together in a panting hug. Your skin on his, feeling each other. “Fuck… You feel so good.” He groaned. Chris’s hands reach out to touch any part of you he can. You bury your face in his neck, holding him tightly. Tears bead at the corner of your eyes from the sensation. Your happiness, the pleasure and love for him overflowing. “Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...” He murmurs incessantly, feeling his orgasm build again. “Please...let me cum… Fu...fuck please...” The breathless begging adds to your own arousal. “Cum for me, baby.” You whispered into his ear while pulling an arm out from under him. “Fuck... Don't stop. Please...don't fucking stop...” He says in between moans. As if you had any intention to. His nails dig into your back to keep you in place, while leaving scratches in their wake. His continuous begging echoed through your skull. “Fuck...” You groan while sitting back up. You slow your hips to an almost agonizing pace, just to hear him whine and beg even more.
“No...no...please...” His desperation makes your walls clench and pulsate around him. “Please...don't stop...” “Don't worry, I'm not.” He sped up, “F-faster please,” Chris pleaded, his voice close to breaking. You were happy to oblige, rolling your hips harder on his. He filled you up so perfectly, just like he always did, and you couldn’t help moaning out loud, the music blending your echoing voices. Chris’s breathless whimpers sounded in your ears and you returned the favor in his. Chris reached up to grip your waist. “God you feel so good around me bab-” he cut himself off with a whiny scream as you clenched around him. You couldn’t help it, hearing him say that made you swell up inside. Leaning back for a second, seeing him covered in a thin sheen of sweat and moaning in that fucking voice of his, it was almost too much for you. “Really?” you asked huffing, “Yes baby, you fit so perfectly around me and in my arms.” You slowed down your motions, and so did he. You stare into each other’s eyes, then you kissed him. Resuming both of your movements. You whispered in his ear “I love you Christopher”, You felt his cheek pressed against your shoulder, warming up as he mixed light giggles in his pants. “I love you more Y/N”, then he kissed you with so much love it could literally be felt in the air. You sped up, moving as fast as you could muster, while clenching as hard as you could. Chris cried out, squeezing his eyes shut, “fuck fuck fuck, please don’t stop, oh g-god.” “You gonna cum soon, baby boy?” you asked him, changing your technique. His voice got caught in his throat, he couldn’t speak, just nodded his head. You could feel him start to twitch inside of you, signaling that he was close. Frantically, Chris thrusted upwards to get more friction, hitting your g spot straight on. You moaned out loudly, letting your head fall on his shoulder as you trembled in pleasure. You rocked back and forth, holding onto Chris’s shoulders as he thrusted upwards over and over again, hitting you in all the right spots. You screamed out in pleasure, shaking, and Chris’s desperate sobs echoed in your ears. His hands came up to grab your hips and shoulder pushing and pulling you down in a harsh manner made you see stars. His hold would leave marks, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. “F-FUCK!” Chris screamed, “I‘m gonna c-cum!” he cried out. “I’m gonna cum, so ffucking ha-” His words cut as you felt him thrust into you, bucking his hips uncontrollably. That was all it took for you to clench violently and come apart squeezing him tightly against you, the force of your orgasm leaving you seeing white. Chris was right with you, shaking uncontrollably as he filled you up with his cum, voice cracking, letting out some of the most arousing high sounds you’ve heard. The two of your were left fucked out, intertwined in each other, not willing to let go. Both covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Chris slowly laid both of you back down, your legs shifting. He quickly moved you to his side, to make sure your connection didn’t break yet. “Can we stay like this?” he asked shyly, breathing into your hair. Taking in your unique sweet smell of fruits, flowers, cakes, and sweets. You turned your neck to him, smiling, pressing your lips against his nose softly. “Yes, we can. I don’t want to leave you anyways.” He smiled, his dimples showing, “I love you.” He nuzzled into your face. You mirrored and kissed his nose again, “I love you too.” You said bringing your hand up to cup and caress his cheek. Kissing his lips and parting, you tangled your fingers through his hair and as he rested his tired head, wrapping his arm around you. You let him stay there, pressing your lips to his forehead as “Get You” by Daniel Caesar played. You pulled out without waking your now sleeping boyfriend
“Good Night Baby”
337 notes · View notes
keilemlucent · 3 years
Text
lavender latte xi (no longer canon)
NOTE: Chapters X and XI are not longer considered canon in Lavender Latte.
....
(explicit, r18+)
hawks | takami keigo x reader
ao3
|| series masterlist  ||
word count: ~6.8k
beta’ed: @hawnks (thank u!! 💕)
heat in two ways 
warnings: spicy content, a little bit of overstimulation. enjoy, loves ;^)
...
a/n: a little recap from last chapter, because its been awhile! keigo and reader ‘nested’ together after that nasty little panic attack from a few chapters ago. and now? guess you gotta see find out!! ;^) enjoy my loves!!!!
Things felt calmer, later. Your combined world had settled into the sheets with slumber. 
Thank god. 
When you both awoke, the sun was just beginning to set. 
The light that filtered in from the cracks in the curtains was amber, painting orange streaks across your dark bedroom.
The two of you had shifted, somewhat, perhaps falling even deeper into the nest you’d made, the softness of it forming to the contours and curves of your snuggled-up bodies. 
It was cozy, burrowing your face into Keigo’s chest, hardly awake and vaguely aware of the way his hands pressed wide against your lower back. 
You felt melted in the best way. 
“Comfy,” The word slipped from your lips without much thought, snuggling closer.
Your skull was no longer throbbing, neither was your hand or foot. 
It just felt calm, the only sensations Keigo’s breath and heart, and the ambient hum of the rest of the world. 
“Am I now?” Keigo chuckled from above you, voice crackling with sleep. “I have to say the same about you.”
You made a high sound in the back of your throat, shifting the slightest bit to drag your lips along his throat, bearing into the flesh with the barest drags of your teeth.  
He shuddered, squeezing the fat around your hips.
Maybe it was that your mind was still somewhat raw, but you were feeling particularly gooey. 
Maybe, it was that your mind didn’t have the will or the way to be too guarded, not when you felt so safe, especially in contrast to the hellish mindscape you’d been in hours before.
Not that you remembered it all that well— and good, you didn’t want to.
Your only bits of lucidity were in the present.
And god, did that feel good.
 Keigo tended to wake up quickly.  
It was just how he ticked, as tired as he was at any given time, he could always pull himself to wakefulness so quickly. 
With you, all warm and fucking perfect against his side, it was both a blessing and a curse.
Sure, he could’ve gotten to sleepily awaken with you, if his body hadn’t startled him from REM sleep the moment you shifted and whined against him. 
Though, being awake meant he got to watch you wake, and that in and of itself was a privilege he coveted.
It was new, even with the few ‘sleepovers’ the two of you had shared, all that sleepy peace was nearly untouched. The stillness and natural slowness of it was something that Keigo had come to crave.
He traced shapes against your ribs, leaning into the feel of you.
“How are you feeling?” His words were muffled into the top of your hair. 
“Good.”
“Very descriptive.”
“‘M sleepy,” You truly whined, twisting your legs with his own. “Don’t wanna think right now, Kei’.”
He suppressed a shiver at the little nickname on your lips. 
“That can be arranged,” Keigo hummed, pulling a blanket higher on your shoulders. “Do you want to keep sleeping? I can run out and grab some food?”
There was a moment of silence before you sniffled, burrowing your face into his neck.
Still so fragile.
“D-don’t leave yet, okay? Just a little more, please,” Your voice was pitched up with sleep, wobbling as Keigo felt the smallest tears begin to wet his sleep shirt.
His heart sank.
 “I’m not leaving, not unless you ask me to,” He murmured into your hair. “I’ll keep telling you that as long as I need to.”
The multiple meanings of his words mostly went over your head, yet you felt overwhelming and instant relief of knowing that Keigo wouldn’t be leaving your nest on his own volition anytime soon.
The assurance made your heart swell, even if your tired mind couldn’t swim in the depths of his tone.
All the same, you sucked in a breath before pulling him down into a needy kiss. 
It was reminiscent of the kind that you’d shared earlier. All desperate and clawing for grounding and stability in touch. 
Keigo gave it freely in the same way you gave it without knowing.
He nipped at your bottom lip, relishing the high keen that pulled from the back of your throat.
You’d done this all before, heated kisses and much-needed touches, but there had always been a line to stay away from. Especially on such an intense day, the last thing Keigo wanted to do was push your limits. 
 But, maybe you wanted to.
You tugged at Keigo’s waves, snuggling closer in time with the way you kitten-licked into his mouth. 
He groaned, shifting against you. You moved with him, craving him in any way you could get.
His leg shifted between your thighs. Immediately, you squeezed around it, feeling his own tight, lean muscle.
You’d gotten good at repressing your desire for his touch, barring yourself from any contact that could push past your threshold toward overstimulated disaster. Maybe, you had been overcautious, but it seemed better than scaring Keigo away with your potential shortcomings.
Wound together in the heat of your ‘nest’, though? 
Your quirk and mind had already detonated and didn’t have anything left in you besides fumes. All that burned in your gut was the swell of want and heat. 
You ground against him, barely, whining against his lips. 
Your heart panged a bit when Keigo pulled back, lips wet and pupils wide. 
He opened his mouth to speak, but you carefully rolled your hips against, the hardening bulge in his joggers pressing against your navel.
“I want to feel you,” It slipped out desperate and sticky as you locked your hands around the back of his neck.
 It was more than okay, better than okay.
 “I promise, I’ll stop us if anything gets to be too much,” You told him, a little more sheepish as Keigo stared up at you, wide-eyed. 
His lips parted as his words got lost between his mind and mouth. His hands stayed still at his sides by sheer power of will. 
“I just...” Your voice wobbled as you rubbed at your eyes. “Is this okay?”
 You were too soft for too much, but Keigo didn’t mind; he never did. 
“Very.”
He pulled you down by the collar of your shirt to show you how ‘okay’ it was. 
Admittedly, he was needy with his touches. His palms cupped your ass, squeezing and massaging over your shorts. Keigo had been holding himself back in the weeks prior without issue, but getting more of you, in any way was intoxicating.
That was not to say that he didn’t keep in mind your fragile state, no, he just made sure his touch was firmer, and his breath ran hotter.
Sensation served as a gentle reminder that ‘Keigo was right there, and he wasn’t letting you go. 
 You kept a tight grip on his sweater as he flipped the two of you, nudging your booted-leg to splay out comfortably. 
“Fank’ you,” You mumbled against his lips, chasing them for a moment as he drew away.
“Of course,” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, trailing lower to nip at your neck.
You whimpered when he reached a particularly sensitive patch
“This okay?” Keigo hummed.
“V-Very,” You replied, playing with the hem of his cropped sweater. “Please keep going.”
 (Like you had to ask.)
 You kept an eye on your fragile state, but with how little there was left in you and the quiet of the surroundings, there wasn’t much to watch. All you could feel was the roll and heat of each other’s bodies. There was nothing else to ring loudly in your skull.
Just Keigo and you, twisted up in each other and the bedding of your nest.
Perfect. 
You snuck your hands up the back of his sweater, running your nails down his back, just barely teasing at the roots of his outstretched wings. Teasing him was easier than you’d thought it’d be, considering you knew how gooey he got any time you even got close to his wings.
The shudder he gave you was confirmation of that.
“Careful there,” Keigo warned with a chuckle. Despite his laughter, you could feel the way his breath stutter with each sweet touch. 
“Why? Whatcha gonna do about it, Kei’?” You grinned back, smitten, as he stilled around your collarbones. 
“There’s plenty I could do,” It was a warning, one that enticed you to no end. 
“Oh yeah? Tell me about it.,” You challenged. 
“I think you’d like that too much,” Keigo chuckled against your neck. “Seems you’re pretty excited already too, hm?”  
A few of his fingers teased at the waistband of your shorts. 
He wasn’t wrong.
(At all.)
You scraped your nails along the base of his wings and much to your joy, Keigo’s spine arched and he practically whimpered. 
“Cute,” You snorted, rolling your hips up into his. “You’re not so tough, either.” 
Something like a growl rumbled from the back of his throat.
“Hush, dove,” Keigo cooed, far too sweetly for how his hands were dipping underneath your shirt. “Neither are you.” 
Both of you were so damn doughy for the other, the banter fell away. There was plenty of time for teasing, but both of you were thinking of a very different kind. 
Before you could quip back, Keigo was palming at your breast, teasing your pebbled nipple. You bit your lip to suppress a whine, shots of pleasure turning you even gooier and pliant. 
“I’m sure you’ve got plenty of soft points,” Keigo sounded all too pleased with himself as he hovered his face over yours. He gave a few slow blinks, pupils blown wide. “And I cannot fucking wait to find them all.”
...
If you hadn't soaked through your panties before, you certainly had now. 
Keigo could do anything to you, you decided. Having him over you, all sleep golds and heat was warming your insides in the best ways.
And you wanted more. 
You stared up at him, wide-eyed, and quickly melted as your shirt was pushed higher and higher. Every piece of you, raw and needy, wanted Keigo, needed him close, even closer— 
And Keigo fed the flames your mutually hot desire without shame.
“I’ve really wanted to learn you like this,” His fingers slowly traced over your side, taking his time to watch you squirm. His voice slowed to drawl, “All the ways I can get you fucked off my touch.”
Oh, what a prospect.
The thought of Keigo wrecking you was only a smidge daunting. It was easy to forget any potential unease when you let your relax against his touch, imagining all of the things he could do to you. 
God, did you want him to have his way. 
“You’re welcome to t-try,” You gently challenged as Keigo hiked your shirt over your tits, teeth scraping over the skin of your neck once more. 
With a chuckle, he lapped at your pulse point, “Gladly.”
Despite his confidence and your waning will, you weren’t to be outdone.
You wound your fingers into the small, fluffy feathers at the base of his wings, teasing the roots with the pads of your thumbs. 
In the earlier weeks, you’d found Keigo to be surprisingly sensitive. He joked occasionally about touch-starvation, but you knew there was a fair amount of truth to it. There had to be, with how his breath hitched with even your lightest touch.
His wings were the culmination of that thrumming need and craving for contact, and you were more than willing to exploit this knowledge. 
Keigo moaned against your neck with the stroke of your fingers, cursing under his breath. Your light massaging only seemed to spur him on, nails digging lightly into the soft flesh of your chest.
Despite the pricklings of pain, you still felt so soft. 
You were too weak for him, all wound up in the softness of the bedding and him, in every sensory sense, to put up too much of your own front. He felt too good not to invite and urge closer.
You tugged him up by the hair on the back of his head, pressing your lips together and stroking your thumbs down his cheeks. 
 Keigo kept his hips mostly still but was very aware of his own ragingly hard cock. Maybe, he was leaking into his boxer. 
Maybe.
You gasped against his lips, all breathy and sweet, “F-fuck, Keigo.” 
His mind ran blank, white-hot from the pleasure of mere words. 
He mentally repeated your words a few times, in your perfect cadence. The way your breath stuttered in your chest, the heat of your surrounding him, the softness of your body and the break in your voice— 
No one had ever said his name like that before and God, did he want more of it. 
He’d pull it from his lips as long as you’d let him. 
You pulled away only to meet his eyes with your blown pupils and upturned lips.
He calmed himself at the sight, reminding himself carefully that the last thing he would want to do is push you over your invisible edge of overstimulation. 
“You okay?” Keigo asked instinctively, running a hand through your hair to soothe any potential ills.
“I-I am, very okay,” You swallowed, “Two things, though.”
“Shoot.”
“One, can you lose this?” You fiddled with the hem of his sweater. “I’m not... sure how to get it off with your wings.” 
Yes, yes, yes. Holy fuck. 
Maybe, Keigo was acting a bit too needy, but he couldn’t make himself care. With the sweetness on your face and the insistence in your touch, you were right there with him.
Keigo immediately sat up over your hips, tugging his shirt from around the base of his wings.
He swore his heart was going to burst as he took in the absolutely love-drunk look in your eyes. Your throat bobbed as you took him in, 
You reached up to run a hand along his navel, visibly swallowing, “Keigo... you’re so gorgeous— it’s kinda overwhelming sometimes. In a good way.”
Fuck his ego being ‘boosted’, more like inflated.
Maybe ego wasn’t the right word. His chest felt too full for it to just be some superficial sense of pride. It all felt too raw and sweet to just be some baseless confidence. 
It was that earnestness of yours again, lighting him up from the inside out.
“Sweetness,” The name rolled off his tongue, new and comfortable. “You’re too kind, really. But, I gotta know, what was that second thing you mentioned?”
You blinked back your stupor, shaking your head.
“Uh, fuck, it made more sense before, sorry, it’s alright.”
Keigo frowned, lowering himself back down to brace his arms on either side of your head. 
“Nah, tell me, dove. I want to know.”
You bit your lip, turning your head and gaze away. Keigo tapped your chin back to center, nuzzling into your nose with his own.
“You sure?” You asked softly, hand trailing up and behind his shoulders.
“Of course.”
“Earlier it just seemed like you were... uh—” You averted your gaze again. “Holding back is all. On my neck. You don’t need to.” 
Keigo cocked his head to the side, “What do you mean?” 
“Like...” You were struggling to get the words out, face heating up. “I would really like it if you marked me up a bit, you know. In that sense. You know?”
 The gears turned in his mind, something burning deep in his chest.
If his cock wasn’t rock hard before, it was now.
The thought of marking you, his sweet, somewhat injured partner (mate), up in the comfort of the nest the two of you made together made something stir in his gut and mind. 
And fuck, if he wasn’t going to act on it. 
Keigo fully slipped your shirt off, trying to take in as much of you with his eyes before his hands and mouth got their turn. 
Hungrily, he wound a hand into the hair on the side of your head, pulling to bear your neck shoulder full to him. With a growl, his teeth raked over your neck, hard enough that your moans cracked as they fell.
Without thought, Keigo spoke, earnest and hushed, “You have no fucking idea how much I want to wreck you, do you?” 
You swallowed, “Show me then.”
...
That honesty was going to be the death of him and you, he was sure of it.
Keigo held nothing back as he sucked and bit along your neck and shoulders, leaving bruises and marks in his wake wherever he could. 
The little glimpses of red and purple had him scalding under his skin. 
 Much the same for you, notably.
“Fuck, Keigo!” You gasped when he sucked a bruise onto the underside of your breast, lips moving to the bud of your nipple later to massage and suck and tease and generally make you undone.
Your cunt physically ached with the need to be touched, the little bit of friction you could manage from grinding against Keigo pelvis was something, sure, but hardly enough.
Not to mention you wanted to feel more of him too.
“C-Can I touch you? Please?” You asked, breathless and pushed yourself up on your elbows. 
Keigo pulled your shirt up and over your tits, panting.
Idly, he traced over the hickeys and bites he’d left.
“How do you want to touch me, dove?” 
He left the question open, eyeing you with a half-lidded, nearly black gaze.
You swallowed down any fears you might’ve had, body thrumming, but quirk sufficiently dormant.
You slid your hand between the two of your bodies, cupping Keigo’s cock over his sweats.
“However makes you feel good.”
Keigo’s expression nearly broke, but he retained his composure, barely between his ragged breaths and hungry eyes.
“Can I suck your cock? Please?”
 Keigo couldn’t hold back the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head. 
You, begging for his cock, bruised and bitten all for him with the sweetest whine to your voice.
“P-please, dove, please.”
Oh, to hear Keigo beg for your mouth, for your touch— for you. 
You obliged eagerly. 
Keigo slipped off his joggers, palming himself through his boxer as he kneeled in the bedding. His wings had assembled themselves more fully, the red plumage outstretched and almost rippling with the heat of the room.
You knelt below him, mouth watering.
“You sure, sweetness?” Keigo asked, giving you a last chance.
“Very, please, let me make you feel good,” Your voice nearly broke. 
It was all the confirmation you needed.
 Nimble fingers pulled down the front of his boxers, cock springing up, pearly and wet on the head.
He was curved and thick, darker in the head with a bit of well-groomed blond trimming patched around the base. His balls were fattened, swelling with need and hot to the touch.
Part of you wanted to make a joke, crack some line about how ‘excited’ Keigo was, but your bodily reaction was far louder.
You thumbed at the head of his cock, biting your lip as Keigo tossed his head back, cursing under his breath. 
You wanted to hear more of him breathing your touch, you had to.
Leaning forward, you licked away the preek before spitting back onto his cock.
 Keigo had to be fucking dreaming because his cock was in your mouth and you were doing so well.
He babbled out sweet praises as you swallowed around him, twisting your wrist and the base and bobbing your head. You always felt so good, but this was a new kind of good, the kind that made his balls tighten and head light.
“W-woah, dove,” He could feel how close he was as he buried a hand in your hair. “Slow down—” 
You pulled off his cock was a pop, looking up at him with tear-pricked eyes, “Don’t you wanna come down my throat, Kei’?”
He audibly whined, stroking a finger down the softness of your cheek with a slow nod. 
Like that, you were licking up the underside of his cock, pulling him back into your mouth.
His hands tangled into your hair, not pulling too much or too hard, only bracing himself on you as you dragged him closer and closer to the edge. 
Keigo reached a gasping end as your nose brushed against his navel, painting your throat white in ecstasy and god, did you let him. His wings stretched and puffed outwards, shuddering and twitching with his high as he choked out a moan against his clenched fist. 
Your nails left crescent indents on his hips as he pulled you off his cock, drool and spittle dripping from him and off of your own chin.
You were certain you looked fucked out and fuck, did you feel it.
Blinking up at him with teary eyes, you cracked a wide smile. 
“Dove, you’re so good,” Keigo dropped from his knees to smother you in the best possible way. “So, so good.”
He meant it.
He peppered your face with kisses, wiping and licking away any spare spit that stickied your chin. There was so much care in his actions, considering how fucked out he was and filthy the two of you were.
Not that either of you minded.
Keigo had you on your back again, surrounded by softness, as a brief reprieve.  
“How was that?” You asked cheekily. “Feeling good?”
“So good, dove,” Keigo sighed, lowering himself against you. “That being said, could I help make you feel good?
You swallowed, assessing yourself. 
Your panties were soaked, thighs sticky beneath your shorts. You knew you were ambiently squirming for a fucking crumb to satisfying your craving and need for touch, for him.
“Y-yes,” You stuttered, something akin to relief rushing through you. “Please.” 
 Keigo didn’t need to be told twice.
His head spun, pleasantly love-drunk in all the best ways. With you splayed out below him, heat singing in your cheeks and heat at the surface of your skin wherever his fingertips drifted.
“Get comfy, dove,” Keigo pushed lightly on your sternum, encouraging you back into the plushness of the nest. He allowed himself a moment to compose himself, trying to calm the tremble in his hands.
Maybe he was a little... nervous. 
Not for any good reason. He knew his own prowess, and he was confident that he could easily make you come undone in any number of ways.
The anxiety tied up in his gut and his own perked up arousal made his palms go clammy.
The source of it all was also splayed out before him.
It was you, and that made this feel a hell of a lot more important than any of his previous trysts. 
He was stumbling. 
 You noticed.
Keigo’s jaw tightened visibly, and he chewed at his lip— 
All he needs is a little push.
 An idea formed in your head. 
“Hey, Keigo? Can we try something?”
“Anything,” His gaze refocused, alight and rewarming. 
And, God, was his voice fucking desperate and dripping with something hot and infectious.
You stopped your hand at the waistband of your sleep shorts, sinfully soft and thin. 
With a shaking breath, you cracked “I-I know I could get overwhelmed, but I trust you, you know? I love you.”
Your breaths hitched in time with each other. 
“I love you too,” Keigo’s exhale matched yours, hands finding their home on your hips, “So much.”
The words had a lot in them for how new they were, and you only wanted more held in each syllable.
And preferably, something stuffing your cunt. 
You bit your lip, sliding your hand closer to your aching sex, silently praying you’d get your words right.
“Tell me what to do.”
There was a moment of quiet as you tore your gaze from Keigo and you immediately cursed yourself.
“I-I mean–” You tried to backpedal. 
Keigo was quick to hush you with a kiss, something deep that made you shudder. 
“Elaborate,” As he pulled away, he stayed close, thumbing at your burning cheeks, “How far do you want me to take that statement, dove?”
“Like...” You kept your confidence as strong as you could. “Tell me how to touch myself.”
Keigo was silent for a moment, a shaking breath dripping from his lips as his feathers in all their places practically writhed. 
“Gladly.” 
 Keigo pulled himself together, despite how weak-kneed he felt. His breath out over the back of your neck, his words curling against your ears as he watched your hand linger near your neglected cunt.
Pity.
“First, shorts off.”
You nodded, wiggling out of the soft fabric with Keigo’s help, though he made sure to keep your panties on. Ideas were spinning in his skull, too many, probably, but it wasn’t too hard to narrow down particular pleasures that you obviously needed.
The vulnerability of it all made your insides twist.
How long had it been since you were this bare with another person...
A while.
You had to be gentle with yourself.
And Keigo needed to be soft with you. 
He pulled you from your thoughts with a coo, tracing little nonsense shapes on your stomach from between your parted thighs. 
“Dove,” Keigo dripped something that made your insides boil. “Touch yourself a little for me. Just over your panties, tease yourself. I want to see you .”
You keened in the back of your throat, going to mush in his arms as two of your fingers traced over the wet patch on your panties. 
(Keigo mentally stored that you got off on being told what to do, suppressing the way his eyes wanted to roll back into his skull and ignoring the way his dick switched..)
One of his broad hands ran over your hips, squeezing the fat of your thighs as he coaxed you onto your back. 
It was more vulnerable for you like this, almost entirely exposed to him, but in the lowlight and softness of the room, it wasn’t nearly so intimidating.
It helped that within moments, your lips caught his, a moan muffled into his mouth.
As you broke apart, Keigo tugged at the elastic of your panties, “You’ve already gotten these pretty messy, hm? Let’s get them off.”
They followed your shorts onto the floor. 
Keigo let his wings do as they pleased as he took you in, watching your expressions, feeling your breath and heartbeat with each twitch of your body. 
It was like putting together some divinely crafted puzzle.
He meant it, ‘learning you’, and your suggestion of guiding your own getting off was the perfect time to sample your pleasures, mutually.
 You pulled Keigo from his thoughts with a kiss, snaking out a hand to grab his, and pressing it between your thighs.
“Oh? You want me to show you now?” Keigo murmured against your lips, tracing patterns on your thighs.
“P-please.”
Keigo clicked his tongue, eye half-lidded, “You know, I could get used to you begging.” 
Any retort died on your lips as he slid two fingers up and down your slit, stopping to roll and circle your clit.
Pleasure burned across your insides in the best way.
You’d craved his touch in this way for so long, why had it taken so long to let him touch you like this?
Maybe, the barest bits of your quirk activated as he rose from your side to slide down your body, little kisses and touches in your wake. Your mouth filled with sweet cream and cinnamon as you caught his gaze, burning and doughy all at the same time.
One of his fingers crooked into your cunt and you swore you saw stars and sweet fruits from that alone.
“Oh, good, dove, let it out,” Keigo’s voice felt too sweet, perfectly, as he kissed your thighs, heating you through and through. 
It was all so tender, you could feel stray tears leaking down over your temples. 
When was the last time someone touched you like this?
(Never.)
Keigo was supposed to be fast and frizzy, but nothing about the way he licked your cunt was even close to that. He was supposed to be flighty, but with the way he laid between your thighs, sucking at your clit and stretching you on his fingers, he was anything but. 
Your hand buried in his hair, your ground against his face, thighs squeezing his cheeks. The heat of it all burned you in the best way, singed you with syrupy fire that you’d wholly let consume you. 
“K-Keigo!” Your voice shattered as he massaged at your insides in time with the stroking of his tongue. 
You’d thought he’d tease, but he was enjoying this as much as you were, wrapped up in it all.
With your eyes screwed shut, you couldn’t see the way his wings wrapped around and hid the two of you from the world. You couldn’t see how he’d shift his gaze to your slack jaw and watery eyes, all fucked out and open-mouth. 
Each sensation of you around him, in the comfort of the little nest you’d made together, made him wild.
Keigo had wondered briefly, how love worked, considering he didn’t know much about it. Not beyond what he’d seen in movies and books, or the fragments of it from his own upbringings. None of his old flings ever held anything close to how he felt towards you. 
Love was different than all of what he knew, which is probably what made it so easy. 
He had a blank slate to etch with you, and god, if he wasn’t excited.
And only a piece of that was the way he fucked his fingers into your cunt, the wet sounds mingling in his ears with your high moans and little pleads. He could feel you fluttering around his fingers, practically pouring into his mouth.
He drank each drop of you down.
 It was all so good—
Too good. 
Each touch was like sweet flames, pouring down your throat to your toes and cunt, stirring you up and never letting you settle. Keigo’s tongue and touch were heaven, sweet relief and addicting in every way.
Except when the embers became too hot, burning you instead of warming you. The honey in your mouth went stale and the cinnamon singed like broken glass.
You’d passed over your threshold.
It happened so suddenly, you felt like you were drowning. Your moans choked in your throat, stuffed with wet wool. You grappled with sensation, eyes going wide as your chest began to heave. Burning and floating, you threw your arm over your eyes.
You tried to take a deep breath, but all of the sensation flowing through your fried body weighed too heavily to be fought through. 
“W-wait, stop.”
...
Everything had already gone still.
Keigo was far too perceptive and sensitive to let you slip too far.
“You’re okay, we can stop, whatever you need,” Keigo rose, pulling a stray blanket over you as he scrambled for other ways to comfort you.
 You reached down, shaky and teary, “N-no more, please, can I hold you?”
Any sort of barriers of shame or reluctance were gone, now that you were fried through and through. 
Keigo was at your side in a moment, carefully tucking you into his side after some insistent tugging at his biceps. 
“I’ve got you,” He hushed you, pressing his wet lips over your damp crown. “Big breaths.”
“Uh-huh,” You clung to his words, sucking down his scent of sweat and comforting spices. “Big breaths. 
Keigo rubbed your back and shoulders as firmly as felt right, resting his chin over your head as you shook against him.
“I promise, I don’t get overstimulated this much,” You whispered in his chest. “This is ridiculous.
“You’ve had a long day, dove,” Keigo reminded you with a laugh. “The fact that you almost came is impressive.”
“... You could tell I was close?”
“Of course. I love you, dove, you know?” Keigo breathed, almost soundless, mostly to himself. “I gotta know that kind of stuff. 
But, the room was too quiet and far too still for the words to not to be noticed. 
“I love you too,” You kissed the underside of his chin, the stubble still sticky with you. Maybe it was a bit gross, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. With your own light giggle, you shook your head. “I can’t believe my quirk edged me.”
Keigo’s chest rumbled for a moment before he squeezed you, hard, busting into a full fit of laughter that you couldn’t help but join. 
And it felt so good.
The last spinnings of your quirk faded as you caught your breaths, Keigo’s airy giggles tickling your nose and sending trailing touches at the base of your spine. 
As you caught a glimpse of his bare, dewy chest rising and falling and the sweetest smile you’d ever seen stretched across his lips, you decided you’d do anything to keep it there whenever you could.
A mission of goodness, as pure and idealistic as it was. 
Neither of you minded. 
You both rested, for however many moments, until you both were able to shift, still leaning into each other, but rising up in your nest. 
You wore a sheepish smile as you tucked a bit of Keigo’s unruly waves from his face, “Wanna try that again sometime?” 
He went literally soft, leaning into you. 
“Anytime,” Keigo kissed your wrist. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
“So you say.”
“And I’ll keep saying it—” 
Keigo’s hands squeezed your thighs as he pounced, pushing you back into the sheets, pressing kiss after kiss to your salty cheeks, wings fluttering above the two of you.
It was all perfect, truthfully and truly.
The way you spent the rest of the night held by each other, not as heated as before, but still, just as safely and comfortably. Over a bit of takeout, an endless amount of banter and laughter, and a goodnight’s sleep, you were both feeling miles better than the days and hours before.
It was all as perfect as it could get, between the two of you. 
(But, perhaps, the inevitable details would come into play. Perhaps.)
 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
 Keigo felt refreshed for the first time in months when he arrived at his agency the next morning.
He’d gotten to wake with you slowly for once, what a fucking treat, he was sure he’d never tire of it with you pressed again him. After some rolling, early morning kisses, he packed up his things and tucked you back into the nest of sheets to rest as much as you needed.
You’d been quick to drift off, a few of his stray feathers staying close by even in your slumber. 
Despite how energized he was, he was sipped on the canned coffee (had it always tasted this bad?) and preparing for his office day. 
He waved to his interns, smiling something real with a pep in his step as he entered his seldom used office. 
As Keigo organized himself, he practically had to dust off his far-too professional looking desk before setting his bag down, and starting up his computer.
The door clicked open moments later, and a ruffled-looking Akane gave him a stern look from the doorway.
“Hello, Hawks. I need to talk to you—” 
“Paperwork will be done by noon, don’t you worry about that,” Keigo laughed off her oblivious irritation as he clicked into his desktop. “I know taking a personal day isn’t really my thing— “
“It isn’t, and this isn’t about your paperwork.”
She reached behind her to click the lock in place.
Keigo’s gaze drifted to the diamond insignia on her breast pocket, almost twin to the one he wore on his bodysuit.
Both wards of the same beast, one could say.
When he was younger, still being trained so ruthlessly, they assigned him ‘handlers’, like some sort of animal. Once he’d gotten his own agency, he’d been assigned Akane, raised and trained in a similar way he had been. Another product of a failed system and an opportunistic, greedy power structure.
They understood each other in that way. 
“I said I needed to talk to you two days ago and I meant it,” Akane sighed, shaking her head and approached his desk. “I’ve managed to cover you so far, but I need an answer.”
“...About?”
It wasn’t like her to be cryptic.
Akane fished around in her side bag for a tablet, clicking it to unlock and tapping.
“I know there are things you do that the bosses don’t even tell me about, and that’s how I justified all of this, continually.”
She placed the tablet in front of Keigo, an image displayed and glowing. 
His eyes went wide when he saw the picture.
It was him, flying to your balcony. It was late, the warm glow of the nearby streetlights half-illuminating his face, even from far away.
Akane scrolled to another picture, much the same, except taken in daylight. 
Keigo bit the inside of his lip to keep on his plastic smile as Akane scrolled through picture after picture, all of him coming and going from your apartment.
A pit was growing in his stomach. 
“We’ve been paying tabloids off, blacklisting folks. I know you’ve had a lot on your plate and have been particularly distracted, so I put it on work we aren’t allowed to know about. Still, I wanted some confirmation.”
Keigo’s heart dropped like lead slick with mercury in his chest, a poison feeling spreading over his gut— 
“It didn’t seem right though. And then I got some confirmation with this one— “
The next picture made him burn. 
“It’s  from yesterday morning.”
Yesterday morning.
From the balcony window, the early light was perfect to see directly and clearly into your apartment.
It captured Keigo kneeling on the floor, wings slack and resting on the floor, softened with a concerned quirk in his lips. 
He held your forearm in his, pressing an obvious kiss to the back of your bandaged hand. 
And then there was you.
You.
Teary-eyed, even in the photo, haggard and tired, but still obviously looking at him with love that made Keigo break in his ribs. 
“We caught this one last night. Your publicist is pissed, but I covered for you. That being said, I need an answer. I’m not blind.”
His mouth went dry.
“Who the hell is that, Hawks?”
...
The two of you hadn’t talked about this yet.
The publicity of your relationship, if and when, was something that had been alluded to, but never deeply conversed about. There was too much glowing new love and healing being done to worry about the details.
But now, the details were staring him in the face.
Thank god for his training, and his ability to keep his expression even.
“Sorry about all that!” He laughed, leaning back and propping up his feet. He pushed away the tablet with the toe of his boot. “Just some work and play for a mission. It’s been getting a little... interpersonal, if you know what I mean.”
He wiggled an eyebrow to really sell himself.
 Akane met his express with a dry glare. 
“... And you took a personal day for that?”
An incongruence. 
Keigo kept on his sickly smile as Akane sized him up.
“Had to be nonchalant, right?”
He was coming to hate lying, after being so intimately around your candor. 
The feeling of illness in his chest grew.
Sentiment was terrifying.
“... Right,” Akane ran a hand through her hair before taking back the tablet. “I won’t say anything, and I’ll tell your publicist to keep doing what she’s doing. Just try to be less obvious about all of this... ‘interpersonal work’.”
She wasn’t convinced.
Maybe Keigo had become a shittier actor, or maybe Akane had just come to know him too well.
Akane fished around in her bag, pulling forth a small piece of folded paper. She placed it on his desk, and slid it until it bumped his boot.
“Just in case you’re interested, these are the names of the photographers responsible. Do with that what you will.”
She gave him a darkened look as he sat up, unfolding the note and taking in the names.
They wouldn’t be hard to find, if needed. 
“Thank you, Akane. I appreciate it.”
“Of course.”
She turned to leave, but paused, hand hovering over the door handle.
“Hawks?” Her voice went more gentle than he was used to. “I mean it, I won’t say anything. To anyone. Just... whoever they are to you, be careful, alright?”
Akane’s gaze drifted back to his, a sharpness there that she’d been hiding. 
Knowingness.
Despite the smile he still managed to wear, his must’ve looked quite grim as Akane left his office, leaving him in the almost silence with plenty to stew over. 
+++++
💕 tipjar 💕
+++++
taglist (send me an ask to be added!): 
@thepandapopo @hawksexual @sinclairsamess @darcia22 @inhalingsoysauce   @yee-fxcking-haw  @call-me-rhee @peach-buns-unicorns @amethyst-rose-17 @mega-bastard @an-untamed-rose @ravioliplease @keigosangel @gobestupidsomewhereelse @themusingsofmany @mariiloei @hecatve @assassinslittlesister  @thepuckishrogue  @sleepylittlebarista @cathy8taffy @heydae20 @crapimahuman @indecisivehusky @levawks @hawkscumslutt
if your url is crossed out, i was unable to tag you due to your accounts settings. let me know if you’re able to adjust them! 
472 notes · View notes
arduadastra · 3 years
Note
Just a thot but reader being really upset and javi helping her the only way he knows how ;)
Rough Angsty crying sex is hot ngl🥵
Hot DAMN anon you sure know how to get a gal going. I’m going with overly emotional crying with this one rather than actual sadness because I don’t think it’s humanly possible to be upset while you’re getting annihilated by Javier Pena.
Tumblr media
Warnings: Narcos spoilers (I actually haven't seen the season this happens so who knows how accurate it is...), slight choking, unprotected p in v and swearing.
**NSFW - 18+** F!Reader
You don’t often cry. Working for the Columbian Embassy meant you had to be made of some tough shit but when you do? You sob. It’s like you can’t control it once the dam breaks and your entire body reacts in turn.
Javi doesn’t deal especially well with big displays of emotion, he especially hates to see you sad and even more so when it’s his fault.
The argument was big and you had slammed the apartment door on his face when he tried to get back in. He could hear you throwing things behind the door as he called out to you but soon all he could hear were muffled whimpers and gasping breaths.
He pressed his forehead to the door and sighed, “Hermosa? Please let me in, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner I just...I didn’t know what to do.”
Suddenly the door swings open and Javi stumbles forward into you, his eyes meet your tearful ones and he groans, “Baby I-”
“You didn’t know what to do?! You’re getting deported Javi. I might never fucking see you again and you tell me now?!” You laugh humorlessly and walk back inside, Javi notes you leave the door open so he steps inside and shuts it behind him.
You have your back to him and he sees your shoulders shaking as your hand comes up to cover your mouth. He approaches you slowly and runs his palms down your arms to turn you into his chest.
You don’t hesitate to grip his shirt tightly in your fists as sobs wrack your body. You can’t even breathe as you hiccup into his chest and you feel his hands awkwardly rest on your lower back and nape.
“Javi I can’t lose you, I can’t- I don’t want to. Don’t make me live without you please...talk to someone...I’ll file against it...fu-ck I need-”
Javi grips your face tightly between his huge palms and meets your eyes, “Mirame. You’re not losing me, I’m right here.”  He sees the helplessness in your eyes and he can’t stand it so he crushes his lips with your trembling ones.
Javi was never one to talk about feelings but he damn well knew how to show them to you instead.
He pushes you back towards the bedroom, large hands roaming over your hips and ass as he finds the bed. His lips move to your neck as you mewl into the air, his scent of smoke and cologne is intoxicating as he ravishes you.
You fall onto the mattress and Javi climbs over you, a powerful force that never fails to take your breath away. His lips find your pulse, thrumming against your neck and you can’t help the shaky exhale that passes past your lips.
“Javi-we aren’t finish-“
“Shhhh…” Javi breathes into your hair, “no talking now…”
You close your eyes as you feel his mouth getting lower and lower, pulling your shirt up over your ribcage to kiss the sensitive skin there.
You gasp when you feel his moustache on your thighs, as he pulls your underwear aside to taste you.
“God, Javi. Mas, baby, mas”
You feel him smile as the slip of Spanish. “That’s it, focus on me. Focus on how good it feels.”
His tongue drags sinfully slow up your slit and you feel more tears gather in your eyes as he comes back up to suck on your clit. His tongue rubs in slow circles as you cry out.
He looks up and groans at the sight, rubbing himself into the bed as you writhe above him. He’s still fully clothed but he loves the harsh friction he receives.
He feels your fingers slide into his hair and tug, a wordless plea to continue as he goes back to tasting you. He grabs your thighs and pushes himself deeper, his dick now straining against his already tight jeans.
You feel tears run down your cheeks and you moan, “Javi please, I need to feel you please baby...”
Javi growls and suddenly lurches forward, one hand coming to cradle your jaw in a harsh push of lips and teeth. He bites down hard on your lip and you squeeze your eyes together at the sensation.
He’s gasping when he pulls his jeans off, tugging his boxers down just low enough that his cock springs free and wastes no time with prepping you before he slams into you and growls again.
“Mierda, tan apretada...so fucking tight...shit...” His hand still frames your jaw in a tight grip as he fucks into you, shoving your body up the bed while his other hand grasps at your tits, “Always so desperate, preciosa, perfect”
He’s so deep and pushing into you so harshly, you couldn’t help the onslaught of emotion if you tried. He was here, alive and with you but you knew it wouldn’t last. He would leave and you’d be alone.
Javi has a knee bent and you whine at the new angle, his dick hitting that sweet spot inside you as the hand on your tits move to brush against your clit again and your hands find his shoulder blades. 
“Baby, bab-y” you hiccup, “har-harder, don’t let me forget th-this. Please, mak-make me fe-eel it.”
Javi takes the challenge and roughly fingers your clit and moves his hand to your neck, squeezing slightly and feels the moan you let out at the sensation.
The sudden harshness of it all brings that familiar heat from your belly and you feel yourself flood around Javi’s cock as your orgasm surprises you out of nowhere. The pleasure mixed with pain is too much and you sob through it, raking your nails down Javi’s back leaving angry red marks in their wake.
Javi grunts and pushes faster, hips snapping into your wet pussy until he groans long and hard into your neck, still clamping his hand around your throat as he pumps you full.
You feel his eyes on you as you cry, so overwhelmed and breathless as you feel his hand slowly release. The new bought of oxygen fills your lungs as you gasp out more whimpers and sobs.
Javi rolls you both over and cradles you to his chest, still inside you as you cling to him. You feel the rumble of his chest as he speaks and you cry harder thinking just how much you’ll miss this when he’s gone.
“Shhh carino, sssh. I have you. I have you.”
Javi’s heart breaks as you continue to cry. He tugs you tighter to his chest as he feels his own eyes swim with tears. He closes them fast before they have a chance to spill and breathes deep, slowly running his hands through your hair as you fall asleep - exhausted.
As he looks at the early morning sunrise peeking over the houses of Bogata he thinks how he never wants to see another one unless you’re there too.
It scares the shit out of him.
--------
Want more? Ask Away!
I write Javi, Ezra, Max Phillips, Whiskey, Din Djarin, Oberyn and Frankie Morales
143 notes · View notes
ilovefandoms102 · 4 years
Text
Where Loyalties Lie
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader
Summary: A forbidden romance is betrayed when the very dark wizard who is out to kill you is your lovers master...
Taglist:
@jeyramarie @drewswannabegirl @teamnick @jiaraendgame @agirlwholovescoffee @outerbongs @jaxxandcomet @velyssaraptor @baby-pogue @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon @must-be-a-weasley-92 @kaitieskidmore1 @ma10427 @ifilwtmfc @lasnaro @justcallmesams @judayyyw @lonely-kermit @gviosca @iamaunicorn4704 @jellyfishbeansontoast @fernweh-fangirl @runway-to-my-aid @eb15 @hurricane-abigail @tangledinsparkles @amanda-rotigliano @hxfflxpxffs @bannerbubble @hybridfamily @coldlilheart  @fandom-phaser @sunwardsss @http-cherries @bibliophilewednesday @evaporatedrosepetals @thetomatosaucee @tomatosauceagent @redosmo @ilikealotofpeople-younotsomuch @susceptible-but-siriusexual @kindahavefeelingskindaheartless  @obx-direction-sos​ @thefandomplace​
Part 2
Note: The people have spoken and I am excited to start this! I made a blurb about this topic, but I am going to make this part to provide more of the back story.
There will be multiple parts so if you want tagged message me or comment on this post! I tagged everyone in my overall taglists so if you don’t want to be in this fic just let me know!
Tumblr media
===============================
How far would you go to save the person you loved? 
When did it become too much?
These were the questions that burned in my brain on a daily basis. My forbidden romance to my brother’s worst enemy looming over as it became harder to hide. I was sure at least Hermione knew, she had caught on to the longing looks between us. She never mentioned it, but she’s a genius so of course she suspected. 
Sixth year had started, and with the rise of Voldemort it became the upmost importance to find out everything we could about him. I was supposed to be helping Harry with becoming closer to Professor Slughorn, but I couldn’t stop the nagging feeling about Draco. Something was different with him, and I was going to find out.
Harry had come into the Great Hall, his face covered in blood. Just before that Draco had entered, so I suspected that got into a bit of a scuffle. After Dumbledores speech, I waited in the hall as everyone else began to pile out. Draco was the last to exit, having known I’d be waiting for him. He reached out to caress my cheek, smiling softly. 
“You messed up my brother’s face pretty bad, why?” I asked, holding on to his suit jacket.
“Payback for my father.” he murmured.
“I was there too, you gonna punch me?” I mumbled, looking down when I couldn’t meet his gaze.
“I wouldn’t ever lay a hand on you, you know that.” he hissed, moving his hand to take a fist full of my hair.
Draco pulled me tightly against him, leaning to join our lips. We hadn’t been able to see each other for the entire summer, the pent up emotions leaking from both of us. He licked my bottom lip, my tongue came out immediately to play with his. Our kiss became deeper, hands leaving to feel every inch of each other. 
Once we pulled away, he stayed close to lean his forehead on mine. I hugged him tightly to me, taking in this precious time we had together. We were both damaged on the inside, so I saw that as as sign that we were meant to be together. 
“We should go before the Prefects come looking for us.” Draco mumbled, but not making any moves to let go.
“I’ll see you this weekend though right?” I inquired hopefully.
“As always darling, good night.” he spoke, kissing my lips gently.
He walked towards his common room, turning to glance at me one more time. I blew him a kiss to which he caught and held to his heart. I too made my way back to the common room, being met with the inquisitive look of Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
“Where have you been?” Harry interrogated, folding his arms across his chest.
“I was talking with Luna,” I lied, shrugging my shoulders.
“You’re lying y/n.” he hissed.
“Can we save the interrogation for a later time, I’d like to go to bed.” I snapped.
“You realize we have a job to do, if Dumbledore didn’t entrust us with this it wouldn’t be important!” he scolded.
“You think I don’t know that! Stop acting like you’re the only one affected by all of this Harry! I was there too, I have a scar just as you do!” I bellowed.
“This isn’t helping anything you two! We all just need to go to bed.” Hermione mediated.
I stomped off to my room, throwing my bag under my bed. I did my nightly routine, then huddled into bed. I was still aggravated with my brother, so it made it almost impossible for me to be comfortable. After some time of me shuffling around, I finally made it so I could drift off to sleep.
==================================
After a stressful first week of classes, the weekend was finally here. I was excited to finally spend some time with Draco, now just having to make up an excuse to get away from my brother, Ron, and Hermione. I grabbed the invisibility cloak, stuffing it in my bag. The trio came down in the common room where I was currently sitting by the fire.
“Are you not coming to Hogsmeade?” Harry questioned.
“No, I think I’m going to stay in and study for herbology. I have a big paper that I need to get started on.” I lied easily.
“I’m rubbing off on you aren’t I y/n?” Hermione joked.
“I think so, have fun guys!” I grinned, watching until they disappeared.
I waited for a minute before jumping up from my spot, jerking the cloak out of my bag to throw it on. I walked quickly to mine and Darco’s meeting spot, choosing the Room of Requirement. I imagined a room with a fireplace, and a huge comfy king sized bed. 
==================================
I waited hours, starting to get extremely angry. How could he just blow me off like that? I was about to leave when Draco entered the room, worry in his eyes. Something was off about his movements, he was jerky and nervous. He relaxed when his eyes fell on me however, but I was still boiling with rage.
“It’s a little late Dray,” I griped, turning away from him.
“I’m sorry darling, I was...I was caught up with something.” he stammered. 
“Caught up with Pansy?” I snapped, folding my arms over my chest.
“Y/n, you know it’s not like that.” he griped, gripping my chin to make me face him.
“You looked pretty cozy in potions the other day.” I challenged.
Draco pulled me in his arms, my arms going around his middle. I pouted up at him, his hands coming to hold my face. He smirked, knowing that I was jealous. I hated that we had to hide our relationship. Until this war was over, we had to cherish each moment we had with each other.
“You know you needn’t worry about my feelings for you, you mean the world to me.” he spoke, leaning down to connect our lips.
I held on to his sides as I kissed him, our tongues immediately coming out to explore the other’s mouth. His hands traveled over my body, I felt a scorching heat despite still having clothes on. I took a step, moving him back towards the bed. He hummed deep in his chest, not pulling away from our kiss. Both of us shoved our shoes off, Draco sitting on the bed as I stood between his legs.
I pulled back from him, my eyes wildly staring into his. I pulled his shirt off, feeling his bare shoulders down to where I could reach. I stopped at his pants, and he stood from the bed. He shucked his pants off, my eyes being met with his very hard manhood. Draco grabbed under my jaw, yanking me so I was flush against him. 
“Are you sure?” he asked, a nod coming from me.
His demeanor changed then, pushing my shoulders so I was on my knees. He gripped my hair in a ponytail, shoving me to his dick. He took his member in his hands, tapping it on my lips. I opened my mouth to take him down my throat, moving until I gagged. He threw his head back, his abs flexing when he moved back to look at me. Draco assisted in moving my head by tugging on my hair, his breathing starting to become more labored. 
I bobbed my head faster, my hands taking place on his thighs. I flicked my tongue over his head, causing him to let out a choked moan. He tried to push me down further, but I dug my nails into his skin. I gagged when he tried to fuck up into my mouth. 
“I know you can take all of me.” he gritted.
I took a deep breath and pushed until my forehead touched his v-line, shaking my head against him. He gasped loudly, his hands coming to hold the back of my head. One of my hands came up to fondle his balls, squeezing them lightly. 
He yanked me off of him, pulling me to my feet. He turned around to shove me roughly on the bed, following as I crawled up the bed. Draco ripped my clothes off, leaving me naked before him. He got right to it, throwing my legs over his shoulders. I whimpered when he took my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue out. He licked all over my heat, coming back to suck on the nub.
His fingers prodded around my entrance, my body twitching in response. I moaned loudly when he slowly entered his fingers, curling them up into me. He moved faster, pounding his fingers into me. My body tried to raise off the bed, but Draco wrapped his arms around my hips to hold me down. I dug my hands into his blonde hair, tugging harshly on the strands. He moaned on me, making my orgasm hit me out of nowhere.
I yelped, writhing on the bed as he continued his movements. Draco hovered over me, lining up with my entrance. He pushed in slowly, both of us tensing up. I stared into his eyes as we became one, both our panting breaths hitting each other’s skin.
“I love you,” Draco confessed, my heart taking flight.
“I love you Dray, always.” I breathed, bringing his lips to mine. 
He held still for a minute, letting me get used to the feeling of him being inside of me. He moved his hips a little, sending a wave of explicit pleasure through me. I cursed loudly, my legs coming around him. He smirked, doing to movement again. I hissed through my teeth, digging my nails into his back. 
Draco picked up his pace, starting to go a little faster. I dug my head deeper in the pillows, whining loudly at how good I felt. I could already feel my second high nearing, my hips now leaving to meet with his. I choked out a moan when Draco moved one of his hands to rub my clit, staring at where we were connected.
He rubbed me faster, jamming his hips into mine. His other hand squeezing my hip bone hard enough I knew there’d be a bruise, but I didn’t care. He let out little moans, leaning down to leave his mark on my neck. I could feel myself building closer, my muscles starting to tense up. One particular thrust hit that spot inside me that made me lose it, arching my back completely. Draco continued to move until he stilled inside me, his seed splashing in my walls.
Draco collapsed on top of me, rolling over slightly so all his weight wasn’t on me. We held each other for hours, basking in the after glow. I ended up falling asleep to Draco combing his fingers gently through my hair.
================================
It had been weeks since that night which had me on edge. I noticed that Draco had become more distant than ever, skipping meals, class, and he looked so tired.
What was he up to?
Did his parents have him roped into something?
We were in the Great Hall one morning, Harry still reading that stupid potions book he was obsessed with. Hermione caught our attention, calling for us.
“There’s Katie, Katie Bell.” she spoke. 
The both of us shot up from our seat, going towards the girl that was hexed. 
“Katie,” Harry called.
“How are you?” I asked.
“I know what you both are going to ask...but I don’t know who cursed me. I wish I could remember, but I just can’t. I-” she stopped, staring at someone behind us.
We turned to see Draco, looking like he had just seen a ghost. My heart dropped to my stomach, a thought clicked in my head about that night weeks ago. He was late because of Katie, he cursed her. Harry took off, chasing after Draco who had ran out of the Hall. It took me a moment before I followed, running after my brother who was set to no doubt kill or harm my lover.
“Harry! Stop!” I shouted.
He didn’t listen though, bursting into the men’s room. I heard crying, seeing Draco hunched over the sink. I clutched at my chest, my heart feeling like it was going to burst from my chest. 
“It was you. You hexed Katie didn’t you Malfoy?” Harry taunted, my arm shooting out to grab his wrist.
“Harry,” I hissed, but he ended up pushing the both of us down. Draco fired a spell at us that I didn’t see coming. 
The three of us fired spells back and forth, I purposefully missed Draco. Harry yelled out a spell I had never heard before, hearing a thud as Draco hit the floor. My instincts kicked in as I ran to him, blood covering his whole upper body.
“Harry, what did you do?! Oh Merlin! Dray, baby can you hear me?” I cried, pulling him into my lap. 
I started to cry uncontrollably, unsure of how to reverse the damage. Harry stared at me as realization came to his features, Before he could say anything, Professor Snape came through the entry way. He came to the other side of me, Harry running out of the room. 
“Help him Professor, please.” I blubbered, sobs wracking though my body.
672 notes · View notes