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odigaon · 11 months

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baby

summary: you and your boyfriend decide to start a family together

rating: smut, 18+

characters: optional bias x afab reader

word count: 1,161

warnings: dumbification, oral (female receiving) impreg, unprotected sex

unedited!

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there you were. spread out, dripping, and anticipating what he was going to do next. the thick fog of subspace hazing your brain was preventing any fully coherent thought from forming in your head. it was okay though. you knew that he was there.

for the last hour you had been bent into multiple positions all over your apartment (and outside): the car before you even arrived home, the front door, the couch, and the dining room table before he finally got you into the bedroom. your poor cunt was swollen and tender from cumming so many times, but every touch from him still felt as good as ever.

now he had you here on your shared bed. on your back with your legs spread and knees pushed up to your chest. his face was buried in your pussy, no doubt that his mouth was covered in spit and cum. how many times had you been eaten out tonight? three? four? it feels so good your brain is practically melting out of your ears.

at this point you think he must be doing it for his pleasure and not yours. every swipe of his tongue and suckle from his mouth has you keening and whimpering. words aren’t even being formed but he knows just what you need.

what gets you the most though? his moaning and whining. every time he feels you clench around his tongue makes him want to stop just slide into you and feel it on his cock. when he hears your voice pick up in pitch, he presses your knees further into your chest and avidly continues exactly what he was doing in order to get you your release for the fifth time that night.

you feel the knot in your tummy start to tighten. toes curling and fingers grasping on to the sheets as best you can, you try your best to warn him, but the only thing that can leave your lips are moans and whines.

letting out a loud squeal, your release hits you like a freight train. white hot pleasure radiates from the top of your head to the bottoms of your feet. black spots dot your vision as you try to come down from your high. you feel him pull away from your cunt and sit up slowly. trying to blink away the haze, you do your best to follow him with your eyes.

he massages your thighs and whispers, “are you feeling okay, baby?”

when all you can do is sigh and blink at him he giggles, “silly me. why am i asking you when you’re too fucked out to answer? i’m sorry. my dumb little baby can only think with her pretty pussy right?”

you feel your cheeks flare up. even fucked out, you can tell his tone is the one he uses in times like this: a bit mean but still conveying his love and adoration for you.

“not dumb.” you muster out

“oh so my pretty girl can use her voice! what do you want next baby? no begging. just tell me and i’ll give it to you. but you have to use that pretty voice of yours or i’m gonna have you the way i want,” he says while lightly tracing the outer folds of your pussy.

“cock!”

embarrassing. you meant to form a full sentence, but evidently it’s not in the cards for you tonight.

“aw does my pretty baby want my cock?”

you nod your head frantically

“uh uh uh. words, baby.”

“yes. wan’ your cock please.”

he smiles one of smiles he saves for when you do something especially cute. pushing him self up slightly, he readjusts you both to be a bit more comfortable.

“you ready?”

“mmhm.”

he lines him self up, and slides home. or at least it might as well be home.

the first slide in is always his favorite. the sound you make is a drawn out combination of a moan and a whine. that sounds almost makes him blow every time.

he presses into you further and you think you feel all the air leave your lungs. he’s so deep, you think you feel him in your stomach. every inch deeper is making you lose your mind and before you know it, all train of thought leaves you and you are solely focused on his cock inside you. the loud ground that leaves him sends you over the edge again; tightening up on him and preventing him from moving .

“fuck baby. i love you so fucking much. your cunt was made for me. i wish i could spend the rest of my life inside you, pretty girl.”

god. the things he’s saying.

if that’s one thing you love about him fucking you: he always ends up fucking the both of you dumb.

the slow, deep thrusts leave you clenching and unclenching around him uncontrollably. one small change in the position, putting your knees back up to your chest, leaves him grazing your g spot. now your mouth has become a waterfall of whines and moans, if anyone tried to quiet you right now, you don’t think they could.

you feel him leaning down close to your ear and nuzzling your neck.

“yeah? that feel good baby? god i wanna cum inside you so bad. will you let me?”

all you can do is wrap your arms around his back and sink your nails into his broad shoulders.

“yeah? want me to cum inside? fuck, pretty girl wants me cum inside her and get her pregnant, huh?”

at that, your eyes nearly roll back in your head. pregnant? he always talked about wanting kids, but you didn’t know that he wanted them this bad.

a chorus of “yeses” start leaving your mouth. all you want, all you’ve been thinking about for the past couple months while the both of you had sex was how bad you wanted him to cum in you.

“you’d look so beautiful pregnant.”

it’s the last straw. as you’re cumming again you muster enough effort to reply to him.

“i want them to have your laugh.”

he starts picking up the pace and leans away slightly to look at you clearly. the pretty smile and misty eyes tell you that he loves you.

“I want them to look just like you, baby. your eyes, your smile, your cute little nose. i want them to know how great of a mommy they have.”

your eyes start to tear up. how can this man make you feel like this while still fucking you so good?

whimpering louder, you clench down on him in an effort to keep him inside. you want nothing more than for him to fill you up with his cum and get you pregnant right now in this moment.

his groans and moaning grow in volume as he gets closer to his release.

whispering out a small, “please. fill me up. i want it all. please. i wanna make you a daddy.”

his thrusts start to grow sloppy and he begins thrusting into you without his earlier finesse.

“you want it all? i’ll give it all to you baby. only you.”

with a handful more thrusts, your boyfriend is finishing inside you. his head drops into your neck while he rides out his high, whimpering in your ear. reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, you ask, “you really think i’ll be a pretty mom?”

he chuckles a bit at that, smiling into your skin and giving you a small kiss.

“i said beautiful. not just pretty.”

a soft blush colors your cheeks. he lightly strokes the side of your face while he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“you really wanna be parents right now?”

at that he lifts up, gives you small kiss on the forehead, nose, and then lips. he grasps your sides gently and shuffles the both of you around to where your head now lays on his shuddering chest.

“i want nothing more, baby. i’d do or give up anything in order to start a family with you.”

at that, your eyes mist over. god, you really love this man.

“should we start thinking of baby names and nicknames then?”

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lavenderkiyoko · 9 months

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𝟏𝟔:𝟎𝟑

▸ Pairing: unspecified male oc x female oc, not a reader insert

▸ Genre: angst no comfort

▸ Warnings: major character death, mentions of blood

▸ A/n: A small work that I wrote because I couldn't write my actual chapters for my book. Couldn't make it gender neutral because it was written with two specific ocs in mind.

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

"I feel tired," her voice sounded weak. She could feel a fishy taste rise up her throat as her eyelids started feeling heavy. 'This was it then', she thought.

Slowly, it was getting harder to hold herself upright as she danced the final dance with him. She knew that they'd end up in this way; either one of them being on the edge. They were doomed from the very beginning and shouldn't have crossed paths. Even with so many warnings and opportunities given to both to separate from each other, they insisted on continuing, knowing the end would be ugly for both. It's just, it wasn't decided that which of them would take the hit.

It was becoming apparent now as it was too late. This really was it; the end.

Still, she had a few couple minutes maybe and knowing there was no other way, she closed her eyes for a brief moment, accepting the reality. So, opening her eyes, she looked around the brightly lit ballroom where many others were dancing along with the music. How happy they looked, dancing without much worry or without feeling the heaviness of an impending sense of doom hanging on top of their heads.

Her lips gently curled up into a smile as she finally turned her head back to look at him for the final couple of moments left with him. Tears could be clearly seen clouding his eyes even when he refused to look at her, feeling a sharp pain in the back of his throat from guilt. It should have been him instead of her. He mentally cursed her for not letting him take her away to somewhere safe where they wouldn't have had this ending. However, her stubborn nature disagreed and now they were here, dancing in the midst of a ballroom, about to lose each other.

"Wouldn't you let me see your face for this one last time," she asked in a meek voice that wavered due to her own emotions. Not hearing any reply from him, she put her head against his chest, trying to find comfort in his heartbeat and calm herself.

"Why would you want to see the face of someone who caused you this?"

The fishy taste grew stronger as she could feel the blood rise up her throat faster. If it hadn't been for him holding her tightly, she would have fallen down as she felt her slowly losing her strength to even stand. Determined to not leave without looking at each other, she backed up a bit and with a great amount of effort lifted her hand to cup his face and make him face her.

Feeling her weak and soft hand against his cheek, he couldn't resist her. The moment he looked at her, the first drop of tear fell from his eyes. She looked so frail. He wanted to pick her up and run to a doctor to save her but deep down both of them knew that it was too late for that now.

This time when she spoke up, her voice was barely audible as she finally coughed up mouthfuls of blood caused by the poison; the ultimate sign.

"Thank you for loving me. I hope we can meet in another life where this wouldn't be our ending." Even when saying this, her beautiful smile never left her face.

With this, she felt her consciousness slipping away from her as she leaned forward in his arms for the final time. He held her tightly as he let the tears fall from his eyes freely now. Falling on his knees with her in his arms, he shook her head gently with his one hand once before cradling her figure close to him and letting all his emotions out. He screamed aloud in the middle of the ballroom gaining attention from everyone around him.

Not caring about anyone, he wailed out loud as he rocked back and forth while continuing to cradle her body and cursing the stars. Everyone else could just watch in silence as they knew the couple's ending too but none could have interfered as the ones to give the orders were not only his parents but also the rulers of the country.

Star crossed lovers

(adj)

refers to any lovers whose affection for each other is doomed to end in tragedy.

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multidxni · 1 year

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multidxni masterlist

Hello! I decided I should start a masterlist for my works since I started writing sooo here I am. 🥰

My works include short/ long kpop idols imagines. (requests are always open)

You will find everything I write here. ❤️

Total works: 11

Optional bias x fem!reader:

safe in his arms - fluff

happier than ever - fluff

ending up in his bed again - angst, fluff, smut

Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader:

but "just friends" don't look at each other like that - fluff, friends to lovers

Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader:

naps on rainy afternoons - fluff, established relationship

you’re all I need - fluff, established relationship

distraction - smut, established relationship

warm - fluff, established relationship

Suh Johnny x fem!reader:

hugs and kisses - fluff, established relationship

Hwang In Yeop x fem!reader:

The way I love you - fluff, established relationship

Wen Junhui x fem!reader:

comfort zone - fluff, established relationship

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headintheclouds-posts · 9 months

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🔞 MDNI FemReader OptionalMale

“Be a good girl and stay quiet, I don’t want us getting caught”

As usual, any event you were both invited too ended up with you hauled up in the nearest empty room devouring each other. It was something about the way a suit clung to his body that made you want him to take you at any given moment.

So here you are hoisted up onto the bathroom sink at your friends birthday party, making out with your husband as his fingers attack your entrance.

He quickens the pace of his fingers in your hole, the squelching sound of your wetness is barely heard due to the pounding music outside the door. He quickens his pace, matching his slender digits with the beat of the house track playing.

He continues to whisper praises in between kisses as you tighten your walls around his fingers, waves of pleasure building up inside of you.

“That’s my girl, cum for daddy” he growls, knowing your body reacts to his commands. Ripples of pleasure satisfy you as you unravel in his arms, whimpers and rasped praise leaving your lips.

Soon you’re back at the party, face flushed from the recent escapade. You look over to him, he’s talking to a friend and smiling as they discuss old memories.

At a glance he looked normal, nothing out of the ordinary…but if you really looked, you would see the drying wet patch on the lower part of his white shirt from where you squirted all over him, and the way he occasionally brings his fingers to his lips, the same fingers that were deep inside you not too long ago.

What people wouldn’t know is the unsaid promise you can see in his eyes, the promise that says it won’t just be his fingers making you see stars later.

Not my best, so I do apologise.

Also comments and reblogs make my day ♥️

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writerpetals · 1 year

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pillows | 🔞

; optional female lead smut | ☁️

She has always been your closest friend, from when you were little scraping knees against concrete when you played, to when you got older discussing boys, and even sometimes girls. You confide in her all of your secrets, as she does the same. And even when she becomes busy with all her work and schedules, and you become busy with everything else, you still manage to plan at least one night a month for your most favorite pastime.

Sleepovers, full of junk food, scary movies, and of course, gossiping. You laugh loud enough for the neighbors to be annoyed, cry because of it, and then laugh harder. Even if the both of you are adults, well past the age for skinned knees and broken hearts from silly boys, you still act like you always have.

Spending the night with her might have been a mistake, however. Not that you don’t want to spend time with one of your closest friends (Lord knows you don’t get many chances to see her often), but that night in particular, when it is well past midnight, laying next to one another in her small, yet comfy bed between the satin, lilac sheets, the questions that spill from her lips have your heart racing.

“What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever pleasured yourself with?”

“What?” You scoff, before snickering, fearful of waking anyone else she shared an apartment with. The last thing you need is her roommates overhearing all the ridiculous questions she just loves to ask you.

“Answer me,” she giggles, turning on her side to face you in her dimly lit bedroom. She brushes a few hairs from your face, making sure you see her as she stares, waiting on your response.

“Why are you so weird?” You huff, but not being able to stifle your giggles as she smacks her lips a second later, still awaiting your answer. “Nothing too absurd, I guess.” It's the truth, nodding matter-of-factly against your pillow with pursed lips.

“Oh c’mon. That’s boring!” Her crinkled nose at your response has you frowning.

“Well, what’s your answer?” The moment you ask, you immediately regret it, knowing her response would be anything from ordinary from the way her lips curl in a grin. “Or… do I want to know?”

“Well,” she begins, propping herself up on her elbow, “other than fingers? Sometimes I use my toys I ordered secretly.”

“That’s boring,” you mimic her, earning a shove against your shoulder while you chuckle. Even you have toys, and even you know that is nothing out of the ordinary.

“And sometimes,” she says, cocking her head to the side, “I use my pillow.”

You blink, waiting for her to giggle or laugh or say she is kidding. But she never does, only staring at you with wide eyes and pursed lips as you take in her confession.

“A pillow?!” She immediately brings a finger to your lips to hush you, not even aware of your volume when it finally clicks that she is entirely serious. You lower your voice to a whisper. “A pillow?”

“Yes,” she confirms. “Don’t sound so surprised, like it’s bad or something.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re being judgy,” she scoffs, before her bottom lip protrudes in a pout.

“Am not,” you state, not backing down no matter how cute she looks. A moment later you adjust yourself on your knees, staring between her pouty face and the pillow your head has been resting against. “But how can that possibly feel good? Does it feel that good?”

“It feels so good,” she beams, as if the two of you are talking about something completely normal. The conversation would normally have you blushing and shying away, but her nonchalant tone somewhat relaxes you as she continues, copying your position on her knees. “You just straddle it, press against it, move your hips and…”

“And what?” You lean in, realizing you are hanging on to every word as she speaks.

“Well,” she hums, grinning, “I could tell you, or I could show you.”

“Sh-show me?” You gulp.

“Sure.” She shrugs, remaining cool and casual through the whole ordeal. Meanwhile your heart pounds harder against your chest every second, thoughts of how she could show you racing through your mind. “If you’re not scared to try something absurd.” The last word has her grinning as she mocks you, but you only roll your eyes.

“Fine,” you agree with a sigh of her name. “But I’m only going to do this because I still think you’re weird and I want to prove my point.”

A devious smirk paints her pink lips. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

With that, she earns another eye roll as she grabs two pillows near her headboard, pushing out of the way the other two you both have been using for your sleepover. She hands you one as you grab it cautiously, watching her fold the flimsy thing in half before pressing it to the sheets.

“See?” she says, and you watch her intently. “Just straddle it.” Before you can respond, she has the pillow between her legs, lowering herself down onto it while holding up her nightshirt for you to get a better view. Her crimson panties press to the soft lilac hue of her pillowcase, and your eyes grow wide once she begins moving her hips ever so subtly in a circle.

Calling her name, you find yourself gulping again, skin burning hot as you watch.

“Try it.” Her voice trembles, and your gaze shifts to her face to notice her eyes flutter to a close and her bottom lip slips between her teeth in a gentle tug.

You are nearly stunned, thinking she was only teasing you, telling you she would show you as a joke or an attempt to be silly. However, when the first soft moan releases from her lips sends a shiver down your spine, you know it’s anything but a joke.

“I-I don’t…” You aren’t sure what to say, eyes bouncing between her face full of bliss, to the pillow between her thighs, and finally down to the one you have in your own hands.

“It feels so good,” she whimpers, breathless while moving her hips just a bit harder against her pillow, “I promise.”

You watch her for a few more seconds, hypnotized by the movements of her hips, before gaining the courage to slip the pillow in your hands between your legs. You pull your own shirt up over your stomach, eyes lowering to see yourself settle against the pillow.

“Move your hips,” she giggles, just as breathless as before, with her eyes slowly opening to watch you as she slips her fingers through her hair, arching her back just a bit and showing you how to maneuver your body.

You can’t pull your eyes from her hips as you begin to move your own, slowly at first, feeling the softness press against your folds, the pillowcase against your panties. You bite down on your lip, lowering yourself even more so until there is enough pressure against your clit to have your breath catching in your throat while you move back and forth.

“How does it feel?” Your eyes shoot up to meet hers once she asks, seeing her gaze, dark and half-lidded, lips parted and ecstasy apparent in her expression.

“It f-feels,” you stutter, closing your eyes and gulping down any whimpers when you push against the pillow harder, “so good.”

She holds back any I told you so’s, instead keeping quiet as she leans just a little closer to reach for your hips, gentle fingers pressing to your warming skin.

“Move your hips in a circle,” she instructs, pushing carefully on your waist to guide you, all the while never stopping her own thrusting against her pillow. You gasp at the sensation, realizing the friction was much, much better her way. “Does it feel good?” Her words release in a breathy whisper, causing you to nod before tilting your head back.

“Mhm,” you whine, lowering your hand to hers that rest over your hip, not wanting her to pull away. She has never touched you in such ways, but neither of you can deny how you both enjoy it.

“You know what feels even better?” You open your eyes at the question, curiously awaiting her to inform you. “It feels amazing without your panties in the way.”

You can’t respond quick enough before she dips her hand between your thighs and the pillow, causing you to raise yourself enough to allow her fingers to slip your underwear to the side to uncover your slit.

You whimper her name, licking your lips and getting lost in the moment when she presses against your aching folds.

“It feels so good if you’re wet, too.” A breathless moan fills the small room when she begins caressing the length of your slit, priming your folds with arousal that leaked out as soon as her fingertips pressed against your clit. Your jaw slacks, eyes fluttering as she circles patterns against the swollen nub, seconds before her other hand eases between her own thighs to push her panties to the side, not wasting time in pleasuring herself as well “Now try it.”

When she pulls her hand away a few moments later, you are tempted to protest, already missing the feeling of her fingers against your skin, but quickly ignore the longing as you press yourself against the pillow once more. The feeling of your folds, now soaked and dripping as you begin to grind yourself against the satin pillowcase is enough to have you releasing a steady rhythm of whimpers.

Her breathless moans mixing with yours send shivers through your body, goosebumps forming along your skin any time you open your eyes to get just a peek of the bliss that fills her face. She has no shame in watching you, her own sights lowering to the pillow between your thighs, watching you buck your hips back and forth, faster each second as the pleasure overwhelms you.

When she reaches for you again, hands against your hips, fingers pressing into your skin, you hold her there with a trembling grasp, not wanting her to pull away a second time. She leans into you, daring to take it a step further with her mouth lingering an inch in front of yours. Her parted lips with desperate moans that fill your ears quiver with need, giving you all the signs before you met her in a forbidden kiss.

The noises she makes against your lips fill your body with pure bliss, nearing you closer to the edge and causing you to grind against the pillow harder. You reach for her, pulling her body closer and deepening the kiss with a swipe of your tongue over her bottom lip, allowing you entrance. Her nails grasp at your side, encouraging you to move faster, knowing from your moans that tickle against her skin you are getting so, so close, only needing one last push before you pummel yourself toward ecstasy.

Her hands that rest against your hips rise to your breasts, one palm soothing gentle caresses over your skin, the other hand with fingers that dare to circle an erect nipple, sending electricity coursing through you when she pinches or pulls. You can’t hold back anymore, pulling away from her lips to release one final whimper, choking on your own breath as the pleasure swells from between your thighs. You tremble, with twitching legs and desperate hands that reach for her as you come undone.

She holds you through it all, allowing your body to melt against her, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head until you are able to attempt to catch your breath. When you pull away, sitting up right and realizing she still has yet to come, the only thing you want to do is return the favor.

“Here,” you say, voice still shaky, still so unsure but you know you want to make her feel good. You reach for her, slipping your hand between her glistening folds and the pillow, feeling how wet she has become, feeling how good her skin feels on your fingertips. She lowers herself in an instant, beginning to rock herself against your hand, allowing you to caress her clit as the moment consumes her entirely once again.

You can’t help yourself as you lean in, pressing your lips to her lips, her flushed cheek, her neck with a sheen of her sweat from getting so, so worked up just for you. You move your fingers faster, teeth scraping along her flesh just to hear those extra few enticing noises she makes, breathless, whimpering, nearly whining for release and begging without words.

“C’mon, babe,” you call for her, unexpectedly with a pet name but from the way she moans and presses harder against your hand, moving her hips faster, she loves every single bit of it. “Come for me,” you encourage her, wanting her to feel the same release you had moments ago.

You see her jaw drop, body hunch forward until she falls into you the same way she allowed you to do, losing all control in the moment as she reaches her own end. She gasps, nails digging into your skin but it only encourages you to rub her clit faster, draining every ounce of pleasure out of her until she finally slumps into the bed.

“Wow,” you giggle, meeting her against the sheets, both of your bodies lying side by side as she catches her breath. “You came really hard.”

“I normally,” she exhales, “do.” Then she laughs, still breathless but it has you giggling once again.

“Really?” You raise your brows, still grinning.

“Well, not that hard.” She bites her lip, sleepiness settling on her face. “But since I had some amazing help this time…”

“Mhm,” you tease, knowing both of you have left the other completely satisfied.

“So, do you still think it’s weird?” She asks suddenly as she reaches to fix her panties, before tossing both of the soiled pillows, damp with both of your arousals, to the floor for clean-up later.

“If it’s you,” you tell her, grinning and gaining her full attention, “it’s still weird.” She chuckles, laying back down next to you and sneakily slipping an arm around to pull you closer to her, accepting the fact that you will never admit how much you enjoyed it.

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decantingstxrs · 1 year

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sneaking around was so sexy to you.

you loved waiting till your roommate left for classes to sneak into your other roommate’s room for some fun. was it the risk of getting caught? or maybe the fact that you shared this dirty little secret with just him? whatever it was, did it get you going.

luckily it was an early day. your roommate left for a grad school interview while your secret lover took a ‘sick day’ from work.

“so. i’ve got a couple quick questions for ya,” you ask, placing a hand on his chest. he eagerly responds to your body language, reaching behind to cup your asscheeks in his hands.

“shoot.”

“how long do you think he’ll be gone?”

“i’d say a couple hours.”

“right. and how many rounds is that?”

“two, maybe three.”

“four?”

“five if you can cum quick enough.”

“i’ll take that bet.”

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crowboss-whore · 9 months

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Thinking…

Thinking abt Honkai Star men being dragged to a concert.

(Can be read platonic or romantic)

Sampo is so totally down for it. He just gives the energy of someone who wouldn’t say no to a free concert ticket (AND HONESTLY?? ME TOO BESTIE)

100% gives his all because why the fuck not? And it’s so much fun. Like— BABES. When I tell you that this man probably hypes you up hella hard when you start belting it out— I MEAN IT.

He’s taking pictures, he’s taking videos. (He’s 100% taking advantage of your excitement to get a few free drinks)

Okay— but Sampo would totally be happy for you. And he’s also really happy. Like you’re yelling your lungs out. Singing screaming— it does not matter. Both of your throats are GONE by tomorrow.

Speaking of— Sampo probably almost made you two late. By accident. He just kept forgetting things or tried buying stuff.

It’s fine, after the concert he was a gentleman with guiding you back to the room. You both knock the fuck out though. Your heads hit those pillows and you were GONERS.

It’s NOT Gepard’s first concert. I refuse to believe that man has never attended any of Serval’s concerts. He’s got the best tickets, the best placing, he knows when to get ready and when to go— Dawg is your best man to be with for concerts.

He’s not good at singing, but fuck that. You’re both singing and losing your voices. Both of you are standing and fucking rocking out to the music.

And if Serval is trying to get people onstage?? SHUT UP, YOU TWO ARE TRYING TO GET THE OTHER ONSTAGE. It’s such a funny mess because you guys are too high on energy and pointing at one another.

Doesn’t matter— neither of you are chosen. But that’s okay bc you two are laughing so hard and leaning against each other. Like jfc you guys lost a lung AND your voices.

Gepard had to awkwardly tell Bronya that he couldn’t make it to work today. Why? Oh… you know. No voice, haha.

She knows and is happy he’s getting time to have fun.

Dan Heng?? How tf did you get him to go?

It’s not that hard actually. March and Stelle tag teamed his ass into going.

But that’s fiiine. He’s perfect for navigation and knows where stuff is. He’s got your back with the good hotels and restaurants.

At first, this man is QUIET. He’s nodding his head to the beat, but that’s it. It isn’t until later when the energy is really out there, that you catch him standing.

He probably doesn’t yell or scream like you, March, and Stelle. Dawg probably smiles like a dumbass though and is shaking his head. You guys won’t have voices for shit tomorrow. That’s okay, he can help soothe your sore throats in the morning.

He won’t admit it (he does but not verbally), but he enjoyed the concert. Like he loved seeing you guys let loose and go wild. Makes him feel like shit is gonna be okay.

After the concert is so funny tho. March is riding that energy high, Stelle wants to devour food (and probably inedible stuff), and you’re slowly crashing. So he’s got you leaning against him while trying to convince the other two to get back to the hotel room.

He’s semi-successful.

NOW JING YUAN— I am so biased towards this man. You guys don’t even know.

But he’s slightly unsure what to do, but whatever. He’ll follow your lead.

Fuck the before— DURING?? His hand is hovering over the small of your back. Any open drink you have is covered so it doesn’t spill on your outfit. He’s watching out for you with the softest and happiest smile. Because he’d trade the world for you to be this carefree.

You’re yelling, screaming, singing— you definitely have a sore throat. But that’s okay. He’ll take care of you. He promises.

Bro probably is laughing and smiling so hard. Like— you take his hand and start scream-singing the lyrics and he’s for it. Do that sway stay-in place dance with him. Please. He’s overjoyed every time you face him with that smile.

Okay, but afterwards, he’s probably still dealing with lingering energy. You two are clearly dropping in energy levels, and he’s urging you to the hotel room. Saying stuff “we can see it tomorrow, just rest for now,” while helping you deal with a very sore throat.

… this man has my heart wtf. I am so biased with him.

For Blade? Good luck. I actually don’t know how you’d get his ass to go. But if you do, you’re the safest motherfucker there.

Your drinks? Safe. Your items? Safe. You? Safest person to exist. He’s responsible for your ass now… much to his dismay.

I don’t have a good grasp of his character yet, but I think he’d be a bit irked. Irked… but slightly smug knowing you chose him over Kafka and Silver Wolf. Because, hey, that’s shit he can say he’s done that the other two haven’t.

Oh, but he’s so over it at the end. “Get your merch and let’s go” type bs. Literally picks you up and makes his way to the hotel room— bc we all know he wouldn’t settle for some cheap ass hotel. Dude made sure it was nice enough where there was two beds and easy to secure.

You probably had at least one argument the entire day. Maybe more bc it’s Blade.

It’s fun though bc you’re smiling and don’t put up that bad of a fuss. Especially when he tosses you onto the bed and almost threatens you to sleep.

You knock out about thirty minutes after.

Blade just lets you sleep and debates if he wants to let you deal with that sore throat or not. (Spoiler; he doesn’t)

#went to see Katy Perry and jfc #my throat hurts dawg #talking isn’t an option for tomorrow #but it was worth it #crow writes #honkai star rail x reader #sampo x reader #sampo koski x reader #gepard x reader #gepard landau x reader #dan heng x reader #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #hsr blade x reader #also Stelle mc bias bc I use her and she’s so fucking laid back and reckless

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iamthejinyouarethejin · 1 year

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an afternoon with him :)

inspired by my boy niall

He caressed me in all the right places, his hands practically floating around my body. He makes me feel so good without trying, but that moment outshone all the others. He treated every part of me like I was some delicate little butterfly, capable of breaking. He always did. He always made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. He would hold me for hours on end, keeping my body still on his, slowly swaying back and forth.

"This feel good to you baby?"

But I couldn't speak. I was drifting off into ecstasy.

"Mm..." I drowsily murmured, completely love-drunk.

"I'll take that as a yes." he chuckled.

Ah,

slow hands.

Slow, slow hands-

Hands that slowed the racing of my heart, hands that calmed my heavy breaths, hands that stopped the trembling of my body, and the torment of my own mind.

"So good," I sighed. "So good."

It wasn't sexual, just my man pouring out his pure love through his palms and his fingers, tracing and practically rewriting every part of me.

"It's so good because I love you," he spoke softly into my skin. "No one else gets this."

"Mmhm..."

"No one." His husky voice made my stomach clench, his head rubbing against mine.

"Because I’m yours?” I looked up.

“Because you’re mine,” he nodded. “Completely mine.” He gently kissed my temples, massaging my hips.

“Yours.” I spoke, more myself than to him.

Sometimes I had to remind myself of that.

He’s yours. You’re his.

Nothing could bring me more peace in that moment.

“I don’t want you to leave me,” he cooed.

“I-”

“Stay.”

“Baby…”

“No. Stay. Stay with me.”

“I can’t.”

“No.”

“I can’t-”

“You can!”

Shaking his head, he glanced away, still holding me close.

“I’m sorry.”

“Baby-”

“No- I… You don’t understand. I would do anything to be with you, just for a little while longer.”

“Don’t say that. I can’t have you going out and doing something stupid.”

“But I love you.” He spun me around so that I was facing him, pulling my face close to his. “So what- maybe I’d want cut my arm off just to be able to pick you up early from work. I will go to that asshole of a supervisor and tell him that he’s been treating my lady like shit and he needs to stop. You’ve been working overtime, baby.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Every night. 8-12. Tuesday through Saturday. Past 2 weeks.

“For us.”

“No.”

“I’m doing this for us, baby.”

“No! You don’t get to just-”

“Yes! For us- All three of us.”

“No, you... Th-three?” he spoke shallowly.

“Three.” I placed a hand on his cheek, our lips barely centimeters away from the other's.

“We’re- you’re having a baby?”

“A baby of our own,” I smiled.

“So then I would definitely cut my arm off to get you off of work early.”

“Baby!”

if you guys liked this i’ll think about continuing the- achem… series. 🫣

Put some suggested names in the comments for the baby!

#crush x reader #reader x crush #crush imagine #crush imagines #crush scenarios #skz #got7 #nct #sungchan #bangchan ff #optional bias

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odigaon · 5 months

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soft

summary: oc is friends with the girl of his dreams and after his friend tries to make a move, he takes her to his room and shows her what she’s been missing out on

parings: male pov x thicc! virgin! female reader

word count: 4,945

warnings: loss of virginity, creampie, oral (f. receiving)

he couldn’t help the way his eyes always seem to drift to her. the way her soft, pink lips pursed and stretched to form words, smiles, and various other expressions that he always found endearing. even when she was angry, frustrated tears pooling at her waterline and threatening to spill over as her voice grew louder and her words were coming out choppy and stuttered, as if she was trying to get every thought out at once and her poor mouth struggled to keep up. she was even precious then.

everything about her was soft. nothing on her was sharp unless you counted her tongue and the occasional eyeliner wing she would wear. her soft doe eyes becoming sultry and siren like, suggesting that she knew all of your darkest desires and would make all of them come true.

even then softness seemed to be a quality of hers. he wanted to spend the rest of his life caressing the soft curves of her body.

he knew she wasn’t innocent. far from it actually. from the elfish upward turn of her lips, to the small giggles and loud laughs that would wrack her body when someone told a dirty joke was evidence of that. she was untouched though. no one had ever lain their hands on her body to make her feel as good as she could make herself feel; as good as he could make her feel. no one had ever settled their hands across the wide expanse of her hips or gripped the backs of her thighs to push her knees up to her chest while thrusting into her. he could only imagine what soft sounds he could force out of her by taking her like that. or the pretty faces she’d make as he grazed that one spot inside her that made her see stars.

it was hard for him to be around her. every time she leaned forward to say something to someone his eyes would wander towards the soft fullness of her chest. whenever she expressed any full body emotion her breasts would softly move with her. anytime he hugged her it was pure torture. it became a challenge for him to prevent her from feeling how hard he was, especially since his cock was always so firmly pressed against her tummy.

she was so small compared to him. although her body was quite vivacious in some areas, her size was incomparable to his. his broad shoulders and sharply defined planes of his chest and abs were complimented by the taut muscles that lay underneath his skin. he was everything she wasn’t and vice versa.

pressing her body to him made him feel safe for some reason. breathing in her scent made him feel even safer. he felt like a protector. her protector. anything she could ever need or want him to be: he was always there.

he wanted to tell her how he felt, but self-doubt always made him reconsider.

“what if she doesn’t like older guys?” she’s said multiple times that she does.

“what if she doesn’t feel the same?” both of your guys’ friends have been trying to set you two up for months.

it isn’t until he witnesses one of his best friends sidling up to her during one of their movie nights does he finally snap.

the movie nights weren’t uncommon, in fact, they happened every friday night at 8pm sharp and typically lasted until the last person fell asleep. it was almost always him and her who stayed awake the longest. whispering to each other how their weeks had been, what was happening in the movie (neither one of them knew. they had both stopped paying attention two movies ago.), and the funniest jokes or pick up lines they could think of. occasionally they made it a game to see who could stay quiet the longest, slipping an airpod into an ear and frantically dancing around the living room and kitchen in aims to get the other person to laugh and (accidentally) wake up the others.

this night was supposed to be no different. popcorn had been made, the first movie of the night had been queued up for its excited audience, and everyone had found their respective places in the living room and had settled in.

everyone except her.

she had texted early during the day to say she was going to be late for their weekly movie night and was met with the childish teasing and whining from their friends. after apologizing she had promised to bring ice cream to which she was promptly forgiven and told to take all the time she needed.

he knew she’d be frigid after whatever errands she was running. it was the beginning of december and she had a tendency to get cold in the middle of summer so he had prepared the works for her: fluffy socks, sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie (one of his. he liked seeing her in them just as much as she loved wearing them.). he had even gotten her a heated blanket as an early christmas present. call him whipped, but he can’t stand seeing his girl cold.

the beeps of the keypad on the door break him from his thoughts. whipping his head to the door as it opens he’s met with possibly the cutest sight he’s ever seen.

she’s cold. even through the thick layers of clothing bundled around her body and the beanie resting atop her head he can see how badly she’s shivering. her head and arms are covered with a light dusting of snow and her nose and cheeks are dusted with a light shade of pink.

“it started snowing!” she says with a smile lighting up her face as she starts to strip off her outer layers.

“oh really? i thought you were smuggling coke and got a little on you.” one of their friends says sarcastically

her demeanor doesn’t change for a second. “aren’t you excited?! it’s so pretty outside! if i wasn’t so cold i’d go make snow angels!”

he grins at that. after years of growing up and becoming an adult, her childlike innocence and fondness for the simple things never goes away.

he pushes himself out of his designated spot on the couch and swiftly walks to her side to help her shed off the rest of her layers.

“but you are cold, pretty. and you’re not going back outside until i’m sure you’re not gonna catch a cold from being out there already.” he says very matter-of-factly.

“okay. but i have one question for you.” she gestures him closer with the frantic flapping of her hand. intrigued at her behavior he leans down and brings his ear closer to her mouth only to be asked in her somewhat sing-songy voice, “do you wanna build a snowman?”

he leans away from her to get a good look at her face and notices that even though her expression is full of wonder and hopefulness, she is being totally serious with her request.

his laugh comes out more like a scoff, but he acquiesces, “of course i’ll build a snowman with you. but first, we’re getting you changed into some warmer clothes.”

“yay! thank you, thank you, thank you bub!” she exclaims as she throws her arms around him and gives him a small kiss on the cheek. as she scurries off to his room to go change he’s left standing there with his heart fluttering in his chest before he snaps himself out of it and goes to make her a cup of hot chocolate.

•••

this was not the sight he wanted to see.

after making her hot chocolate, he walked back to the living room fully expecting their usual seats on the couch to be empty. instead, he wanders in on his best friend with his girl in their seats. he’s way too close for his liking. her legs are slung over his lap and his arm around her lower back nearly make him drop the steaming mugs in his hand. the stupid fucking smile on his friend’s face while he looks at her with stars in his eyes. she doesn’t even realize the way people look at her. the way she brings so much joy and happiness to people. he loves that about her, but it makes him fucking sick when other people look at her the way only he should. and he tells himself he’s not possessive.

he quickly masks his anger and the shaking of his hands and walks over to where they’re sitting.

“here pretty. made something to keep you warm.”

“hot chocolate! bubs you shouldn’t have!”

“don’t worry about it. can’t let my girl be cold can i?”

“thank you bubs.” she says softly. her shy giggles set him at ease and slightly release some of the tension form her shoulders.

his eyes lock with his friend’s and he hopes and prays his silent warning was received: keep your hands to yourself.

•••

fifteen minutes into the movie and he’s ready to launch himself through the air and strangle his friend. not only did he not receive the silent warning, no, no, no, his friend has taken it upon himself to scoot her further onto his lap and into his hold.

he can’t hold any of it against her. she loves skinship and takes any opportunity she can to be as physically close to people as possible.

her enraptured state in the movie makes her oblivious to most of what’s going on around her: including one of his friend’s arms wrapped around her waist while his other hand is gently moving across her arm.

he swears to god that he sees red.

•••

before he knows it the first movie is over and everyone decides it’s time for a bathroom break.

when his friend gently squeezes her sides in a silent plea for her to get up so he can use the restroom, he thanks his lucky stars and practically bolts over to take his seat when he’s out of sight.

“jesus christ okay i wasn’t expecting that.”

“we always sit together on movie nights. it’s our tradition.” he huffs out unconvincingly.

“uh huh. and it had nothing to do with the way your best friend had me sitting on his lap?”

“oh shit”, he thinks “was i really not that subtle?”

“if you wanted to sit together i could’ve sat with you over there!”

his head falls forward into her shoulder as he releases an embarrassed groan.

“i’m sorry if i seemed like an asshole. i just - “

he can’t get himself to say it. even when she’s looking at him with those soft, hopeful of hers, he can barely look her in the eye and tell her how much she means to him.

“do you wanna go up to your room and talk for a bit? i’m kinda movied out.”

he brightens up a little at her suggestion, and instead of giving her a verbal answer, he swiftly stands up, takes her hand in his and walks her to his room.

•••

“…and then my pants got snagged on an uncovered nail and my whole ass was nearly revealed to the world and you’re not paying attention.”

oh my god she just caught me staring at her lips

“what are you talking about? of course i was listening to you!”

“oh you were, were you? do me a favor and give me the short version of the story i just told you.”

“um it was something about your ass right?” he shyly utters

“of course that’s the only thing you remember. c’mon man! you threw a tantrum because of the seating situation and now that we’re alone and can talk all we want you’re not even paying attention to me! is there something on your mind?” she says while lightly grasping his hands.

god if you only knew what things were going through his mind right now. sure he was distracted, but he was definitely paying attention to you.

“bubs?”

“i’m sorry, pretty. i just have a lot weighing on me right now and i guess i just got distracted.”

“no don’t be sorry! i’ve talking about how clumsy i am this whole time and you have more important things going on. tell me what’s wrong.”

he’s sweating. that much he knows. there’s no way you don’t see his panicked expression or the sweat gathering on his brow.

“i don’t wanna bore you with the details, princess.”

wow that was a first. princess? what the hell were you thinking? wait a minute. is she blushing?

“nothing you talk about could ever bore me. unless you just don’t feel comfortable telling me?”

noticing the slight hurt on her face, his mouth decides to disconnect from his brain and he does the one thing he didn’t think he would ever do with her.

he kisses her.

the kiss isn’t passionate. it isn’t one you see in romance movies, ones that lovers will share together in the rain. or one of the top ten kisses of all time. it’s simple. it only lasts about three seconds. three seconds too long and too short for him.

in those three seconds he realizes that he’s in love with her. but in those same three seconds he realizes one other thing: she’s not kissing him back.

he breaks away from her using every ounce of willpower he has in his body. before he knows it he’s apologizing to her repeatedly.

“oh my god i am so so sorry. i don’t know what came over me. are you alright?”

her silence makes his skin crawl. she hasn’t said a word but she’s continuing to stare right at him.

thoughts of their friendship ending pass through his mind and it makes him sick to his stomach.

this whole interaction probably only takes about a minute, he guesses. but to him, it feels like the longest minute of his entire existence.

he’s in the middle of contemplating where the nearest cliff is that he can go chuck himself off of when he realizes a small finger is looped around the necklace he currently has on. looking up from it, he observes how her tongue peeks out to briefly wet her lips and how her gaze wanders from his eyes down towards his lips. after three quick glances between his eyes and lips, she pulls him forward using her leverage on his necklace and crashes her lips into his.

there’s no battle for dominance, just two people frantically trying to make up for lost time.

she pulls away after a few minutes, breathing heavily.

“why the fuck did it take you so long to do that?” she exasperatedly sighs out

he fumbles with his words, “w-what do you mean?”

“c’mon. you’re telling me that you don’t like me?”

the smirk on her lips makes him want to kiss her to get rid of it. is she really teasing him right now?

“i mean i um. like yeah i think that uh.”

why the fuck can he not form a coherent sentence?

“well i mean i guess if you don’t i’ll just go back downstairs and keep watching movies.”

flashes of his friend kissing her the way he just did along with other less family friendly images fly through his mind and it’s these particular thoughts light a fire underneath him.

steeling his nerves, his hands grasp her hips firmly and he drags her up onto his lap. the noise she lets out is cute, but he isn’t preoccupied with that right now. his hand travels up her waist, up her neck and eventually lands on the side of her face.

“do not act like you’d rather be anywhere but right here.”

and with that, he pulls her in again. this time, however, there’s no frantic urgency in his kisses. he’s planing on taking his time with her. and he wants everyone to hear.

the small squeaks and moans she lets out while he has her in his hold are music to his ears and apparently his cock too. he doesn’t think she realizes what her hands and body are currently doing: desperately grasping at his hair like it’s a lifeline and grinding her hips down into his in slow movements.

it all feels like a dream to him, but he knows how real it is. his mind would never be able to conjure up this scenario. he could never imagine how it really felt to have her like this or what she would sound like with him.

lying down on his back and gently turning so he could be on top of her was probably the best idea he could’ve had. pulling away from her allows him to see how hard her chest is heaving. how her eyes have darkened in lust.

“are you okay with this? we don’t have to go any farther if you don’t feel comfortable.” he whispers out

“i’m um. it’s okay. we can keep going going, but uh. i’m a virgin.”

he laughs lightly at that.

“i know that already silly girl. you’ve told me before, remember?”

he didn’t think it was possible but her face gets even redder than it was before.

“oh. right. sorry.”

“don’t be sorry, pretty. just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

she nods her head silently in response, but he needs to hear her.

“words, pretty. i wanna hear you tell me all the things you want me to do to you.”

•••

he begins by giving her soft kisses. starting at her mouth and making his way down her neck; stopping every few seconds to leave purple and pink blossoms across her skin that he knows will look so pretty on her in the morning. he grasps the hem of her (his) hoodie and t-shirt. looking up to her eyes for confirmation, she smiles and whispers out “it’s okay. you can take it off.”

his lips turn upward at that. he loves her being vocal with him. now he wants to hear more.

he lifts the offending material up and away from her body. as soon as the sleeves are free he tosses them somewhere off behind him. looking down at her like this is a sight he hopes he’ll never forget. she’s only wearing a simple sports bra, but with their movements, her breasts have shifted and are halfway out of the top. he tries not to stare, but the smirk on her face tells him that she caught him already.

“you like what you see or something?”

“shut up.”

with that short remark, he leans down and starts peppering kisses down her neck once more. he places a couple of kisses to the top of breasts and then continues down her tummy; all the way to the waistband of her pants. hearing her breathing quickly leads him to look up to her face once more.

“everything alright?”

“fuck. please just get on with it already.”

damn. he’s never heard her talk like that before.

“someone’s impatient.” he chuckles out.

“eager. i wanna feel you.” she says while reaching out for him.

holy hell. where did that come from?

“slow and steady wins the race, baby. i wanna take my time with you. and you are going to lay back and take it all like a good girl. right?”

he swears her eyes roll to the back of her head. he didn’t realize talking like that would provoke such a reaction.

he curls his fingers into her waistband after tapping her on the thigh to signal her to lift her hips.

“is this okay?”

“yes, fuck just please take them off and stop teasing me so much. i can’t take it anymore,” she sobs out.

“teasing? baby i’ve barely begun to tease you.”

he begins pulling down her pants, but makes sure that her underwear stay on. he can’t reveal what he’s worked so hard for, not yet. after he strips her of the sweats, he haphazardly throws the material behind him, already long forgotten.

and there she is in all her half-naked glory. he swears the sight is enough to have him cumming i’m no time. he holds off though. no way is he going to cut this any shorter than it needs to be.

her eyes wander over him, but make sure to follow every calculated movement he makes. the heaving of her chest leads him to look at her breasts again. he trails his fingers up her thigh, hip, side, and land at the band surrounding her torso.

“can i take it off?”

the frantic nodding of her head paired with the quiet “yes” is all the confirmation he needs.

“arms up.”

once more, he gingerly lifts the garment off her and flings it out of sight.

fuck.

what has he gotten himself into?

he will never be the same ever again.

this woman in front of him is like a visage of aphrodite.

her nipples have started to pebble in the slight chill of the air in his room and god do they look like they’d fit perfectly in his mouth.

leaning down, he begins to press kisses to her lips all while letting his hands trail over her breasts. taking them into his hands, he begins by massaging them and gently pinching and pulling at her nipples. letting his lips wander, he laves kisses down the valley of her breasts and expanse of them before lightly leaving kisses on her right nipple before taking it into his mouth. he lets his tongue drag across it before he applies light suction. he lets his eyes close a minute. to revel in the feeling before opening them again to find her staring at him with big doe eyes. he smirks a little at that and takes his time in making her feel good. he pulls away with a light pop before giving the same attention to the other.

he begins to trail his lips downward towards the waistline of her underwear. he lets her watch him pause, hovering over her covered heat before licking a stripe upwards outside her underwear. he hears her let out a quiet moan and knows he must be doing something right. he settles in between her thighs and grips them tightly in his palms. he starts grinding into the bed all while licking at her through her under wear, soaking the material, and nuzzling his nose into her clit. everything gets to be too much for him and before he knows it he’s sitting up and stripping her underwear down her legs. spreading her legs once again he comes face to face with her newly uncovered pussy and groan out loud. he’s been waiting so long for this and has to stop himself from burying his face between her legs before he’s fully taken it in. she’s so pink and wet. it makes his cock twitch in his pants to think he’s about to taste her properly for the first time.

darting his tongue out, he slowly trails upwards from her soaked entrance to her clit and the both of them moan. loudly. his hips grind into the bed at her noises before he starts to practically make out with her pussy. the taste of her makes him groan continuously while he alternates between licking at her entrance and clit to suckling on both as well. he can tell that she’s already getting close after a few minutes of him sucking more harshly on her clit.

“are you gonna cum? cum for me baby. please. wanna feel you cum all over my face.”

she can’t get any words out, but she nods frantically. he smirks against her pussy again begins to suck more vigorously on her clit. her hips start to grind against his face.

“that’s it baby. use me. use my face to get yourself off.”

her hands thread through his hair and she lets out louder moans. he secretly hopes that his friend can hear how good he’s making her feel. her moans increase in volume until she’s nearly screaming and she cums with tremors wracking her body.

“that’s a good girl. feels so good to finally cum, yeah?”

she’s trembling so hard from the after shocks of the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave her that he almost feels bad for pushing his middle finger into her entrance slowly.

“hnng, oh fuck!”

he pushes in a little deeper to let her get used to it before he pushes another one in. after all, he has to stretch her out for his cock.

her walls are fluttering around his fingers like butterfly wings. the tightness of her is enough to make him cum untouched, but he holds out once again. he begins to slowly pump them in and out of her to prep her walls for him. her moaning starts to pick up again before she whispers out a quiet “faster!” and his fingers start to pick up the pace. her hips begin to grind down into his hand as he watches her lustful eyes. he is intoxicated by her. everything little movement. every little sound has him yearning for her. she whines out a quiet “i’m cumming!” before she’s releasing all over his hand. he keeps postponing his finger in and out of her to draw out her orgasm. her whines, like chopped little hiccups, flow out of her like water. she can’t get any words out but he knows she’s on the verge of cumming again with the way her walls contract around his fingers.

“that’s it baby girl. let go. i got you, yeah?” he whispers out.

with a long drawn out whine she orgasms again. he slows down his fingers before gently pulling them out, earning a small wince from her as well as her walls fluttering at the emptiness. as he places his fingers in his mouth to clean them off, her eyes dazedly watch him as she tries to reach out for his other hand. he watches her grab his fingers, lick her lips, then put them to her mouth. he sucks his fingers clean before puling them out of his mouth and pushing his other fingers into hers. she swirls her tongue around his fingers as if they were his cock and he feels himself twitch in his pants. he lets her have her fun for a few minutes before pulling them out and sliding off the bed to rid himself of his pants and boxers.

he uses his fingers that were just in her mouth to pull his cock out and begin pumping it slowly. her eyes are locked on to his cock and hand that that’s jerking himself off. her chest is absolutely heaving with the after effects of her orgasms he so generously gave her.

“you ready baby? you ready for my cock?” he asks her.

“yes please.” she answers quietly, eyes never leaving him.

he clambers back onto the bed before lining up with her entrance.

“are you okay? are you sure you want to do this?”

all she does is smile at him before pulling him into a sweet kiss. that’s all the confirmation he needs. he prepares himself and slides in and god does he think he dies a little inside.

she’s so tight and wet that he has to remind himself that this is her first time and that he can’t be too rough with his girl.

her wince is enough to pull him from his thoughts.

“do you feel alright baby?”

she nods slowly, “just. wow. you’re big.”

his pride inflates a little before he’s asking her if it’s okay for him to move and she once again tells him she’s okay. he pulls out a little and thrusts back into her. he keeps going at a snails pace before her pussy starts quivering around him again and he speeds up a little. her little moans start to bounce off the walls as he gives her the best first time of her life.

“i-i. i think i’m gonna cum again.” she whispers out.

he takes this as a sign to keep doing what he was doing to get her to her peak. with a slight change in angle, he’s got her right where he wants her. he’s grinding right into her g spot and before he knows it she’s actually managing to cum all over him again. her pussy flutters around him and he takes this as his cue to ask her where she wants him to cum.

“anywhere you want.”

he groans out loud before pistoning his hips faster into her. he’s going to cum inside her. he can’t resist her when she’s like this, all spread out in front of him. his hips pound into her harshly before he’s groaning loudly and releasing into her with a chorus of thank you’s. his head drops into the crook of her neck, leaving kisses there while his hips continue to softly thrust in and out of her.

“was that okay, baby?”

all she does is giggle and leaves a little kiss on the side of his face.

“more than okay. it was better than i could’ve asked for.”

“you deserve it more than anything.”

she just laughs again before holding him tightly to her chest.

“thank you. really. for everything.”

he flips them over to where she’s laying on his chest.

“i love you.” he whispers out

“i love you more.” she whispers back

and just like that, they fall asleep in each others arms to the beating of each others hearts.

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kazumaple · 10 months

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𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢𝐧 | 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 : ̗̀➛ 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟! 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝.

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭! 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐲 @𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐭!

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒:

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱! 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 :)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

genshin impact - yoimiya, baby you’re a firework! - haikaveh, summertime sadness - haikaveh, born to die - haikaveh greek god headcanons - (wip) alhaitham, mirage of whispering petals

optional bias!

- cupcakes, high school!au - privacy, married couple!au - privacy (2) married couple!au - now or never, enemies!au - cherry, highschool/enemies!au

golden child! - now or never, kim jibeom

verivery! - you, clouds, rain, jo gyehyeon - rest, bae hoyoung - melancholy tears of sadness, lee dongheon

requested!

- bling bling, the boyz, hyunjae

the reader is always gender neutral unless specified otherwise. thanks for checking out my blog ♥

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multidxni · 2 years

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Optional bias x reader fluff

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"Babyyyy..."

"Hmmm?" He answers, not taking his eyes off the sheets in his lap.

"Don't you want to take a break??" I say and massage his shoulders.

I feel him sighing and relaxing under my touch.

"Baby, I need to finish these." He smiles at me, but he looks tired.

"You're so hardworking babe." I smile, brushing his hair back.

"And you notice this now?" He smirks.

I find myself giggling kissing his dimples.

"Yah, you're actually distracting me!" He makes a shocking face as he realizes.

I pout then laugh. "I'm sorry you're just cute when you're concentrated like this... You look like a baby."

He scrunches his nose as his adorable dimples appear.

"Ahh y/n, you do this on purpose!" He complains and places the sheets on the table, too flustered to go on with his work.

Our eyes meet as I sit on his lap. "I love you." I bow to kiss his forehead. "But I think you know it too well already."

"I love you more my girl." He pulls me back as we fall on the couch laughing.

He gets closer to me, or noses brushing each other and foreheads touching.

"I love you so much." He whispers, his breath hot on my lips.

My fingers tickle his cheek and the next second our lips connect in a soft, loving kiss.

Our fingers intertwine, as he holds one of my hands.

His other hand travels down my waist, pulling my body closer to him. There is no more space between us at all.

As we pull apart to catch our breaths, his eyes flicker with thousands of emotions and I loose myself into the way his face turns red and he chuckles.

"What?" He says shyly.

I'm sure my face is even redder than his.

"Nothing... I'm happy." I answer.

And I am.

Happier than ever.

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headintheclouds-posts · 10 months

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🔞 MDNI

He quickens the pace of his fingers, curling directly into your g-spot. The feeling is almost indescribable, it’s a mixture of pleasure and pain at this point as he has been edging you for the past hour.

Your body is tired from the constant teasing and the thought of your orgasm not being fulfilled again makes you feel heavy and desperate. Your mind almost goes blank as you feel the pressure begin to rise again in the pit of your stomach.

You were close, so close in fact that you could almost see the electricity painstakingly shoot throughout your body…not again, you can’t have this taken away from you again. No matter how angry he is going to be, you need this release more than anything right now, and with that your body reacts before your mind does.

You reach out grabbing the wrist of the hand that’s penetrating you and begin to thrust his fingers further inside you. It’s crazy I know, using his own hand as your personal toy, but this is what his torment has gotten you too.

Daringly you look into his eyes which is filled with bewildered amusement, shocked that he has pushed you to your limits and a small smirk tugs at his lips.

With that you are hurled towards your finishing line, your fingers digging into the skin on his wrist as you gasp out in pleasure and writhe beneath his broad chest.

“Well well, enjoy yourself did you?” a taunting voice breaks through the air.

You were past the point of responding, still coming down from your immaculate high.

“You really think I’d let you get away with that”? he warned, still trying to hide the smile playing on his lips and the raging erection he had from watching you fall apart from his fingers…fingers you had used to fuck yourself.

“Now, what am I going to do with you”

Were you a little nervous for what he had in mind… a little.

But was it worth it,

Yes.

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ateezworlds · 2 years

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little bit of bedtime fluff, inspired by a dancer i like but i left it male optional bias. reader isn't explicitly female but has long ish hair. enjoy!

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"No. Leave it down." His wrist grabs my own softly, halting the claw clip halfway to my hair in its motion. My hair tumbles free from its unsecured makeshift bun, framing my face and shoulders messily - it already feels annoying, the sweep of my bangs guaranteeing the lack of peace I'd have trying to fall asleep tonight with my hair in my face.

"But you know my hair gets tangled at night if I don't braid it... " I trail off and look up, seeking out my lover's face in the dimly lit room. The late hour does us no favors as we get ready for bed - I have to squint a little to distinguish my lover from the night swirling around him. I am met with warm brown eyes - so intense that his gaze sears into me. My eyebrows raise in question - I tie my hair up before bed every night, and he's never quite raised protest before.

"I don't think I've said this before but - waking up with you in my arms, and my face buried in your hair - I just don't know how to explain. The smell of your shampoo when your head is tucked into my neck, the faint brush of your hair against my jaw, the curve of your body pressed into mine - every single morning I realize all over again that there's nothing in the world I'd rather wake up to each day. Could you sleep with your hair down tonight, my love ?" He speaks with his mouth against my temple, and I feel the heat of his words, feel him speak his love into my hair.

His eyes have fallen to the inch of space between us on the bed, flitting from the edge of the pillowcase I rest on to the plush quilt covering our waists waiting for my reply.

His name falls from my lips in a sigh, and my hands drop the clip I was holding in favor of cradling his face instead, pulling him down so he is level with me. Our noses brush, and his hands still brace my wrists with the gentlest of holds. I feel each of his soft breaths against my own mouth and tilt my head ever so slightly, letting my fingers graze the barely there stubble of his jaw.

His gaze darts back up to meet mine - tentative, shy almost, but I watch as he finds the answer he's searching for in my eyes. I let him close the sliver of distance between us, brushing his mouth against mine as his hands slip into my curls- letting him hold me to him with his hands tangled in my hair.

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writerpetals · 11 months

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1st down | 🔞

; optional female lead smut | ☁️

“So, how do I look?”

She comes bouncing into the living room with a bubbly smile on her face as she does a twirl, allowing you to take in the blue and gold cheerleading outfit of a fictional college she decided to wear for Halloween. The hem of the top cuts off just at her ribs while the skirt hugs her hips nicely, bouncing pigtails and glittery gold and blue eyeshadow to match.

“You look like every girl I had a crush on in high school,” you say in a playful, teasing tone as she smacks her lips.

“Excuse me, I look better than those girls and I mean what do you think of my costume?” She crosses her arms to feign offense as she pouts, as if she isn’t aware she looks incredible. You know she only enjoys your praises and attention, so it becomes fun to mess with your girlfriend from time to time.

“It looks great,” you say honestly, watching the proud smile cross her lips as she wiggles her hips and does a happy dance.

“Thanks! I think you look great, too!” Both of your eyes fall to your own costume of a lazily put together football jersey and cap that match the colors of her uniform, deciding you weren’t really in the mood for dressing up, or going to parties, as much as she was. After weeks of planning to have a movie night by watching horror flicks and eating popcorn, she surprised you with the news of you both attending a party thrown by a friend of hers. Even though you made it clear you weren’t in the mood for loud, drunk, and obnoxious party goers, she finally convinced you with some sweet talk and a few pouty kisses. “I can just say you’re a fan cheering me on from the stands.”

“That was the plan, sweetheart,” you tease her as she giggles. Luckily, she wasn’t too upset you didn’t put in effort to dress up, leaving it all up to her to get the both of you in the Halloween spirit. “You really do look great,” you add, causing her to blush and bite her lip a second before she goes to you as you remain settled on the sofa.

“Thank you,” she coos, leaning in to kiss your lips once, twice, and again to show her appreciation of the compliment. Chuckling, you grip her hips and hold her in place, lingering against her lips as she whimpers into the kiss playfully. “We should really get going. I promised I would help set up some trays of appetizers.”

“We could…” Your voice trails off in a devious tone just as your hands begin to wander over her body, earning giggles from her lips. “Or we could stay here and kiss a little longer.”

Her face scrunches up in a cute expression, either excited about Halloween, her outfit, or just kissing you, but you want to believe it’s your kisses as you meet her lips with your own once again. She chuckles breathlessly into the kiss, not being able to help herself from reaching for you, trembling fingers gripping your jersey to pull her close.

“What about… the… party?” The words stammer as your lips fall to her neck, kissing, nibbling, sucking even before your tongue licks a stripe up to her ear. “If you keep kissing me like this…”

“Hm?” you hum against her delicate flesh, listening to her breathy moans between words.

“I-I won’t be able… able to stop,” she exhales, every word heavy and dripping with temptation. “We’ll be… late…”

Of course, you have no problems with being a little late. If you’re going to have to go to a party you don’t want to go to just to make her happy, there’s no harm in having a little fun before you leave. At least, you convince yourself of it because you love her breathless words and the way she whimpers as you grip her hips and tease her neck. You always knew it was a sensitive spot for her, never failing to get her body worked up.

“We can be fashionably late,” you reason with her after pulling away from kissing her neck for a moment. “You look too damn good not to and this outfit is definitely doing it for me right now.”

With that, she’s giggling again before she moans your name, feeling your kisses lower to her shoulder and collar bones as your hands rise. Her head falls back, giving you permission as she exposes more of herself to you.

“Okay,” she exhales, the words shaking from her tongue, “but we have to hurry.”

It’s a good enough compromise, you decide, pulling away from her as she begins to reach for the zipper on the side of her skirt.

“Wait,” you say, stopping her, “leave it on…”

A devious smirk forms over her lips as she gets the hint. She realizes you weren’t kidding about her costume doing things to you, and even though it makes you shy to admit, you can’t deny that you want to have a little fun if she’s dressed up.

“I should have dressed up like this sooner,” she jokes, causing you both to chuckle. Then your hand slips between her thighs, fingers brush over her slit to have her whimpering a second later. “I didn’t know you were… were so into it.” Her words begin to stall as you tease between her legs, caressing her slit over thin panties, feeling her warmth as your fingers message up and down.

“You look incredible,” you tell her, watching her blush and turn her eyes away, “I can’t help myself.” You apply more pressure between her thighs, caressing her clit through her panties. Her moans begin to spill from her lips while her hips move against your motions, rocking herself against your hand and getting lost in the moment.

“Then do something about it,” she challenges you, but her voice wavers and her breaths become unsteady. You accept the challenge, however, knowing she’s forgetting all about having to hurry and be on time thanks to the need for release overwhelming her.

Just to tease, you slip her panties to the side, brushing over her folds just to hear the way she whimpers. Her eyes flutter closed, inhaling a sharp breath and gulping down her pleas before she begins to beg you.

“Let’s take these panties off,” you suggest, slipping to the floor beneath her while settling on your knees.

She agrees while reaching around to tug the zipper to her top, allowing it to slip from her shoulders and reveal her bare breasts beneath. You look up at her with a smirk, taking in her exposed body, feeling the ache form between your legs while gripping her panties to tug down her legs. Within seconds, all she adorns is her cheerleader skirt and a pair of knee high socks, causing your breath to catch in your throat at the sight of her leaning back while parting her legs for you after bringing them to her chest. As if she already knows what you want to do to her, she readies herself with a heavy sigh falling from her lips.

“Fuck, you look incredible,” you say beneath your breath, as if you’re talking to yourself and not her, but the words still make her giggle. Your hand rises to rest against her mound, a single thumb falling to her clit to begin to tease. She moans in response, head falling back, eyes closing softly. “I swear I could taste you all night.”

With that, you lean in, flicking your tongue over her slit before leaving opening-mouthed kisses against her flesh. Her gasp spills into the room before she’s moaning once again, not hesitating to reach for you and entangle fingers in your hair.

“You really know how to get a girl worked up,” she teases you breathlessly, chuckling softly before another moan slips from her lips. You hum between her thighs while your tongue slips between her folds, tasting her, teasing her, causing her to whimper your name as you lick from her clit down to entrance, then back up. “God, that feels so good.”

Her words become whispers but they still fill you with confidence while you massage her clit with your tongue. You admit you’re taking your time because you want her to feel good, but also the later you are to the party, the quicker you can leave. Not like she is currently complaining. From her whimpers and moans to the juices dripping from her entrance, it’s clear she’s enjoying herself more having you eating her out than being at any boring party.

“Don’t stop,” she begins to whimper, rocking her hips, grinding her clit against your tongue as you hum against her flesh. “I-I don’t care if we go to the party or not just… don’t… stop.”

Her desperate cries and pleas fill you with warmth. You already know your panties will be soaked by the time you’re done, but now you’re not thinking of the party, either. All you can think about is getting her off and feeling her body tremble as she comes on your tongue. Her legs are already twitching as you suck her clit, hearing her gasps and sighs, curses beneath her breath. She tugs on your hair and holds you in place, thighs threatening to close around you as the pleasure overwhelms her in the moment. Adding more bliss between her legs, you align two fingers at her entrance before easing them inside of her. Another gasp fills the living room and her body tenses around you. She no longer controls the volume of her moans or the way she begs you for more, hoping the neighbors won’t hear her becoming a complete mess thanks to your fingers and tongue.

“God, don’t stop,” she repeats again and again, cupping her own breasts and toying with her erect nipples, getting lost in the bliss, “I’m getting so close.” The warning has your diligently circling and sucking and massaging her clit while your fingers curl and pump into her. Her juices drip against your flesh and she squeezes herself around your digits. You know she won’t last much longer. From the way she moves her hips to the noises she releases, it becomes clear.

A few more seconds of you tending to her body has her spilling over the edge. She reaches cloud nine in a desperate gasp, thighs trembling, jaw slacking, face twisting into pure ecstasy. A few curses spill to mix with your name and you don’t dare pull away from her even after she begins to come down. You tease her sensitive clit, leaving your fingers buried into her dripping clit while flicking your tongue back and forth over the swollen bud. Suddenly she shivers and giggles from the overstimulation, and when you’re satisfied she’s actually had enough is when you finally pull away from her.

With a wipe of your mouth you’re smirking at her disheveled appearance. No doubt she will have to fix her pigtails and make-up while cleaning herself up, but it boosts your ego to know you have such an effect on her.

“Come here my little naughty cheerleader,” you say while teasing her, watching her grin with a sudden shyness and she leans closer to kiss your lips. You moan into the kiss, against her flesh, feeling how warm and worked up she is but your lips ease the tension in her body. “Ready to be fashionably late to the party?”

Her eyes grow wide for a split second before she creases her brow. “Party?” As she speaks, she begins pulling you close by a tight grip on your jersey until you’re straddling her lap with your knees sinking into the couch. “You think you’re getting off that easy?”

“Oh?” you question with a raise of your brow.

“I wanna make you come, too.”

Her words have a shiver racing down your spine. From the ache between your legs and the arousal dripping through your panties, you are too worked up to turn her away. She wastes no time gripping the hem of your jersey, pulling it over your head to toss to the side as the cap slips off right along with it. Both end up on the floor, leaving you in your bra and a pair of simple leggings you wore beneath the jersey to complete your lazy Halloween costume. A sigh falls as she begins caressing your hips while your lips crash into her own. You can’t stop your hips from rolling, grinding yourself against her as she kisses you, teasing you, working you up even more while you become desperate for release.

“Ride me,” she says with a giggle when she pulls away, “ride my thigh. I wanna see you come.”

For a moment, you’re hesitant, never having tried anything like that before, but there’s a fire inside of you that has you giving in to her wishes. Positioning yourself with one leg on either side of her thigh, you lower your body to sink your slit against her. Meanwhile, she reaches around to unfasten the clasp of your bra, revealing bare breasts in return that she begins to massage with two eager palms.

“Move your hips, just like you’re riding that toy I love to use on you.” She no doubt has intentions to taunt you, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash over you when the images of you riding the strap-on she loves to fuck you with flash through your mind.

But you do as she says as she teases your breasts, moving your hips back and forth, grinding your slit against her thigh as she tenses her leg beneath you. Your clit moves against the thin fabric of your panties but the friction fills you with bliss. You can’t stop your moans, eyes fluttering close and lips parting slightly. Your hips move quicker, becoming greedy for pleasure while dying for release.

“That’s so sexy,” she giggles again, taunting you but you’re far past the point of caring. “I bet you’re so wet between your thighs, aren’t you?” With that, she hooks a finger into the front of your leggings, pulling the stretchy material down until she can spot your clothed mound. She only gets a hint of the white cotton peeking through, urging her to grip the hem of your underwear and peel them back as you continue to ride her thigh.

Finally she sees your soaked slit after pulling your leggings and panties farther down your hips. She notices the string of arousal from your folds to the base of your panties, and the wet spot you’ve left in the middle of the flimsy fabric. At the sight, she moans and giggles before she releases her grip on your clothes, leaving you to roll your hips against her thigh some more.

“God, you’re soaked,” she taunts you, causing you to whimper as she raises her thigh, adding more pressure between your legs while her hands return to your breasts. “Did eating me out turn you on, baby?” Now the tables have turned. Now she’s the one to tease you with words because you’re the one that’s grown so desperate. Her giggles add to the embarrassment but you would be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

You moan her name with urgency, but then bite your bottom lip to keep from being any louder. Then tension begins to build within you, heat swelling from between your thighs, continuing to ride her and grind your slit against her bare flesh. As you do so, she leans closer, mouth meeting your flesh as she wraps her lips around an erect nipple. She begins sucking, adding to the pleasure and causing your head to fall back, your jaw to remain slacked. She sucks and massages your tits, moaning against your flesh, loving the way you feel against her.

Every motion feels like pure ecstasy. Your head grows numb, fuzzy even, as the heat surges your body. You’re so close, picking up pace, moaning, whimpering, curses and her name. Your body shakes and each word from your tongue is strained, trying to warn her how close you are but it’s no use.

The final thread snaps as the tension unravels. Heat reaches every limb in a wave of pure bliss. Your body doubles over, gasping for air as the pleasure surges through you. It’s mind-numbingly hot and feels amazing and leaves you quivering from the inside until you can take no more. Your hips stall and she continues licking and sucking on your breasts between giggles. You heave a heavy sigh before rolling away from her, collapsing onto the couch with your eyes shut and your body limp.

“Mm, you look so cute after you come.” She never gets enough of teasing you while she curls up next to you. All you can do is sport a tired grin as you catch your breath and feel her arms wrap around you. “Don’t worry about the party,” she adds, surprising you while she pampers your face with sweet, soft kisses.

“How come?” you ask, wanting to make sure she means it. Of course, for her you would go, so you wonder why she suddenly has a change of heart.

“I don’t know, it sounds boring now,” she says with a chuckle, causing you to grin. “Maybe a movie night cuddling with you while watching horror flicks is better, anyway.”

You have to admit, she’s right.

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