#poc!reader

[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT a needy Choso Kamo ♡︎.

He can’t help it. Ever since you first introduced him to sex, he just can’t get enough. It’s not his fault that your cunt is so addicting, so much so that he’s often begging you to let him fuck you on his cock. It’s not his fault that you moan so beautifully that he can’t help but thrust into you harder so you’ll make more of those pretty sounds for him. It’s not his fault that you taste so good and he has to have you on his tongue, drinking your juices until you’re shaking and crying. He doesn’t mean to be so needy, but you bring out this side of him he can’t control.

How is he supposed to control himself when you walk around in those skimpy clothes, showing off your plump ass and perfect tits? It’s impossible. He’ll try to resist, have some self-control. But it isn’t long before he’s hugging you from behind, dotting wet kisses along your neck and pushing his hard-on into your ass. All while he’s begging you let him feel your wet cunt. And of course you’ll let him, how could you say no to your cute desperate boyfriend.

The minute you agree he has you laid out under him as he fucks his big cock into your tight cunt. Moaning and whimpering about how good it feels to be inside you again, his face red as he pushes every last inch of himself into you. He uses his weight to thrust into you, which only made your head go dizzy. He has you in a lazy mating press and your plush thighs slap against his hips every time he comes down, the sound of Choso’s deep thrusts is so musical, his tip abusing your womb to the point your eyes roll back. His mouth is so filthy too, and the worst part is, is that he doesn’t even realize it. “Fuck, baby... you’re sucking me in... your pussy’s so tight.” He groans into your ear, sucking onto your skin and leaving purple marks behind, intent on marking you as his. Although there was no point since you still had the hickeys from your last encounter, but it was never enough for Choso.

The poor curse is so in love with your body that he’ll go on for hours and hours just playing with your body. If it was up to him, you both would never leave the bed. Who needs to eat when he can just eat your cunt and you can suck his cock? Who needs to sleep when there’s a new position he wants to try? This man will not stop because that’s how addicted he is to your cunt. You curse the curse’s stamina and sometimes wish you had a normal boyfriend, but he usually fucks those thoughts right out of your head before you can try and act on them. “Choso… ngh!— h-hold on, my body…” you mumbled, unable to fully say your sentence. He hits a particularly sensitive spot and you let out a strangled cry, bucking your hips wildly to try and get that same pleasure again. Choso eyed your reaction, angling his hips to continue hitting that spot over and over again til you’re seeing stars and screaming out his name. You had no thoughts about shame, or how you should lower your voice, not when your handsome boy was fucking you within an inch of your life.

“Right there? ‘s that the spot, dove?” He pants, voice hoarse from his overwhelming desire for you. You’ve lost track of time, to obsessed with the way Choso has you creaming around his cock for the nth time. Everything was too much, but you loved it, in an addictive way. The overstimulation was addicting. His words were addicting. The sound of the bed hitting the wall was addicting. His cock was addicting. He was addicting. You always tease Choso about his neediness when in reality, you’re just as needy and obsessed as he is. You can tell Choso is close by the way his cock twitched inside you and how he speeds up his movements, rutting into you with wild abandon and chasing his orgasm.

You throw your head back into a pillow, your vision almost going black as you were consumed with ecstasy. The air was knocked out of your lungs with every snap of his hips, your senses filled with just the pressure of Choso. It felt like you were gonna throw up, but not in a bad way. “Baby… babybabybabybaby! A-ah! Mgn…” you cried out in pleasure, clawing at the sheets below you. Choso’s hands tightened around your hips, his careful grip growing into a bruising hold as he was solely focused on reaching his climax. “Hah— you feel sososososo good, dove. I love you, I love you so much,” he whimpered. It was right there, he could feel it, just a couple more thrusts and he’ll finally have his release. He wants to cum so bad, he needs to cum.

“Hey dove? C-can I fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Wanna cum inside you,” he begged, his voice broken as he pleads with you. “Please, my love… I want to stuff your pussy with my cum, wanna fill you up…” he continues, kissing your ankle and calf to convince you further. You didn’t need much convincing though, you were already to dumb and out-of-it to deny the poor curse. Frantically, you nodded your head, just wanting to feel his hot semen inside you. And you finally got your wish after a few more sloppy thrusts, before Choso goes still and empties his balls into your awaiting cavern. He lets out a guttural moan as ropes of cum spurt out. Slowly, he pulls out, his cock coated in a translucent white, his thighs and pelvis sticky from a mix of sweat and cum.

You both lay there in silence, the sounds of your labored breathing being the only noise echoing through the room. While coming down from your high, you remember that the reason you even got dressed today was because you had work. Annoyed, you lightly smack the upside of Choso’s head, complaining about how he made you late while you go to get out of bed and put your clothes back on. Choso rubs the area where you hit him as he watched you struggle to move and get out of bed, he looks at you like a kicked puppy and he knows he should be sorry for making you late but he can’t find it in him to feel guilty. Instead, Choso reaches out and wraps his arms around you, pulling you back further onto the bed and flushed against his sweaty chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and he lines soft kisses to your nape.

“I’m sorry, dove… Why don’t you call out and let me eat your pussy as an apology?”

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[lilmashae]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ pony — enha hyung line (18+)

✩ in which enha hyung lets you ride them!

cw: dry!humping, thigh!riding, pet-names, drabble-ish, pnv, short little drabbles, smut (so 18+)

i hv more ateez, op, aot, n other smut comin soon 🤍

heeseung

normally, heeseung liked to fuck you—rough and hard while pressing his hand firmly on his bulge which was visible through your stomach, "do you feel that, pretty girl? i'm right there." he'd sweetly whisper into your ear. however, today he felt like making you work. something about the way you struggled to bounce up and down on his length, babbling, and struggling to stay balanced turned him on.

"such a good girl... fucking yourself on my dick." he held your face softly, breathlessly laughing and watching as your expression continuously twisted—his other hand roughly gripped your waist (somewhat "guiding" you). his honey-like praises flooded your ears, "you're so good, princess—so good."

jay

your chest heaved heavily. you sat on jay's lap, his cock buried deep inside of your cunt as he gamed. "j-jay..." you huffed out. your boyfriend kept moving underneath you, occasionally thrusting up when he'd jump out of frustration. "i'm sorry honey—" he mumbled against your cheek, placing a firm kiss on your skin. god, you wanted to move so bad—but he'd promised you a reward if you remained still until he was done. however, with his constant movements it was getting harder.

fuck it.

slowly you began lifting yourself up and down. shakily you continued fucking yourself on his shaft. "y/n...i'm almost done, my love, i promise, just... ah, just stop moving." you whined upon hearing him say that. "please, baby, i promise i'll fuck you so good after this okay? you just have to be patient 'n wait for me."

sunghoon

it was a normal day—you and sunghoon sat spread across the couch of your apartment watching some movie. his hand lay relaxed, splayed across your upper thigh tracing small circles. you shift in your seat moving closer to him, placing small kisses on his neck. "hmm," sunghoon hummed in response, turning to face you, "you're bored, right?" you nod and he chuckles. "i think i can help with that, baby."

sunghoon gently pulled you onto his lap, letting his hands grasp onto your hips to smoothly guide you back-and-forth.

he latched onto your lips, nipping at your bottom lip and sliding his tongue into your mouth. the two of you move simultaneously as he continues guiding you. your movements became more frantic by the minute, the friction of shifting fabric between you two rubbing against your clit. sunghoon bucked his hips up into your covered heat as he kept you steadily rolling your hips, begging for more. his fingers were squeezing firmly into your lower back as he pressed you further into his bulge. the pressure building up in your lower abdomen causes you to grind harder down onto him and squirm. "sunghoon—fuck!" you writhed and whimpered above him.

jake

"come on, sweetheart, no one's here! just us... what's the worst that could happen?" that's what jake was telling you. you sat on the edge of the hotel pool with your feet sitting in the water. "we could get caught, jake!" you whisper-shouted back at him. he chuckled reaching his hands out towards you from the water, rubbing your thighs. "come on... please?" of course he flashed you that sly grin and you melted right into his hands.

it almost felt cliche, the way you two had slid out of the hotel room and into the pool—or the way he untied your bikini's top and slid the cute little bottoms over to slide his cock inside your warmth. also the way he strongly held you up as you two stood fucking: you bouncing dumbly on his dick as the water around you splashed.

#lil-ma-shae #fem!reader #smut #fanfiction #black!reader #poc!reader #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #sunghoon #heeseung #jake #jay #sunghoon smut #jake smut #heeseung smut #jay smut

[dominicfikue]

first time with chris but yall are high affffffff 😭😭😭 yall are giggling and moaning and it’s just so cute but it also feels so good LMFAO

𝐨𝐨𝐨. 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒! ┆ featuring christopher sturniolo.

pairing. experienced!chris x virgin!reader. — wc: 1.4k

beware of. SMUT! oral ( f!receiving ). mentions of hickies. unprotected sex. floor sex 😭. super duper fluffy. use of weed. reader’s first time— chris talks reader through it(?)

✶ ׅ ࣪ headline. it’s hard to keep focus when you & chris are high out of your minds.

♡　＃　𓂃 after him being away for three weeks in boston, you & chris finally get to see each other. you both lay on the soft pink carpet that adorns your bedroom floor, chris listening as you describe how disgustingly rude your uber driver was the other day.

“—then he kept slamming on his breaks hella hard.. on purpose! i swear, it was the worst 40 minutes of my life.” you sigh, getting worked up as you explain the mans sour mood to your boyfriend. chris’ expression instantly turns into a frown, not seeing how anyone could be so mean to an angel like you.

“bro sounds like the most miserable man in the world. you don’t deserve shit like that, mama.” he comforts, leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead. you nod as you sit up criss-cross applesauce. “i just wish i had something to distract me, y’know?” you sigh. you look up at chris to see a bright smile on his face.

you narrow your eyes at the boy, certain he had one of many tricks up his sleeve. he suddenly gets up from his spot on the floor to walk over to the overnight bag he had on your nightstand. “luckily for you…” he pauses as he rummages through the duffel. “i’ve got just the trick. here she is.” he says, taking out a perfectly rolled joint, giving it a quick peck before putting it in between his lips.

you’ve dabbled in the drug maybe once or twice— either with your friends or chris but never alone. you definitely weren’t a stoner but you would never turn it down if someone offered.

“you’ll forget all about that loser after we smoke. trust me.” chris assures you as he grabs your candle lighter and holds it up to the joint, sparking up. he takes the first hit, inhaling the drug before pulling it away and passing it to you. you copy his actions, your body immediately relaxing as you lay back down.

chris returns to the floor, his warm body laying next to yours this time. you turn over to look at him to see him already staring at you. the two of you immediately start giggling, knowing this was going to be the best high ever.

it’s been 30 minutes, you guys smoked about half of it before putting it out. nothing but giggles and talks of nonsense has been thrown around the room as your highs increase. you decided to turn on some music so superpowers by daniel caesar plays softly from the tv.

your head lays against chris’ chest, listening to his heartbeat and the sound of his voice as he speaks. “you feel better?” he questions, rubbing your back soothingly. you smile up at him and giggle. “way better. thank you, baby.” you thank him, leaning up and kissing his lips. the kiss that was supposed to be slow and sensual soon turns into something more heated and sloppy. full of tongue and spit.

when he pulls away, his eyes scan your features, taking you in. “c-can i try somethin’?” he asks, slightly stumbling over his words. your eyebrows furrow but nonetheless, you agree, nodding your head to give him the green light. theres a twinkle in his eyes as he situates himself in between your legs. he soon leans back in, connecting his lips with your neck.

he bites down on the skin before running his tongue over the now wound. the whimpers leaving your mouth quickly mix into soft laughter as he continues marking your neck and chest with hickies.

chris sits up for a moment to pull your tank top above your head, grateful that you decided not to wear a bra. his lips quickly latch onto one of your nipples while his hand massaged the other. “feels so, so good. oh my god!” you yelp when you feel him bite down on the bud. you slap his arm as you both get caught in a fit of giggles.

he tries to fight through his giddiness as he kisses down the valley of your boobs & your stomach before reaching just above the spot you needed him most. chris pulls your shorts off incredibly slow as he remains eye contact with you. you let out a whine as you throw your head back, clearly not a fan of his teasing.

“patience, mama. patience.” he whispers against your pantie-covered core. he tugs at the waistband, letting the lacy material snap back against your skin. a chuckle escapes your throat, the stinging feeling starting to tickle you.

chris pulls your underwear down, instantly diving into his meal. his tongue darts in every way imaginable, your moans doing nothing but spurring the boy on. he brings his middle finger up to trace your entrance before sliding it in, adding on to pleasure. the light stubble on his face grazes against your thighs causing your moans turn into with laughter. you can feel his infamous smile on his lips as they wrap around your clit.

he suddenly adds a second finger, speeding up the pace as your back arches up off the ground. he gives the pearl one last kiss before resting his cheek against your thigh, his bloodshot eyes focused on you. his fingers continue their brutal movements as he speaks.

“c’mon, baby. let go for me.. let it all out.” chris mumbles against your skin, feeling your tight walls clench him. his words seem to work as your legs begin to shake, pornagraphic whimpers leaving you when your orgasm washes over. he dives back in, licking up all everything you had to offer. your thighs try & close around his head, still being extremely sensitive. “o-okay! chris!” you yelp.

when he finally comes up for air, his lips are plump and wet— glistening in your juices. he immediately places a kiss on your lips causing you to taste yourself on his lips. “tastes good, don’t you?” he asks between kisses, giggles spewing out from the both of you. your freshly done acrylics weave their way down his chest to the very evident bulge in his sweats, palming him through the material.

a low groan leaves his lips before he reconnects them with yours. “i’m ready.” you whisper against him. he looks into your eyes for any sign of doubt or nervousness, only to find none. “you sure?” he questions, knowing this would be a big step for you. you nod with an assuring smile before pulling him back in for a sloppy kiss.

he shimmies out of his pants & boxers without disconnecting your lips, his dick grazing against the inside of your thigh. your fingers find his hair, tugging on his curls as he spreads your legs farther.

chris backs away slightly, looking down to where your bodies were soon to be connected. he pumps himself lazily, squeezing at the base before running his length through your wet folds, using your arousal as a lube. a throaty moan leaves your mouth at the sensation, your high enhancing the feeling. after a moment of teasing, he finally slides in— staying still so you can adjust to his size.

once you give him the go ahead, he begins moving at a slow pace. chris’ head dips down into the crook of your neck, burying his soft whimpers into your skin. “faster.. please.” you whisper as your nails harshly claw at his back covered by the black muscle tee.

he quickly complies, rocking his hips into yours with no mercy. “doing so good for me, angel. f-fuck. if you keep that up, i’m n-not gonna last long.” he grumbles, referring to the way your walls clenched around him tightly. you can’t do anything but moan & whine, the feeling completely fogging up your brain.

you soon feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter but before you can warn him, chris reaches down in between you two, his slender fingers landing on your clit. a borderline scream escapes your throat as the pleasure takes over.

“m’gonna cum!” you manage to squeak out, his pace not letting up at all. open mouthed kisses are placed on your neck, only adding onto this euphoric feeling. “there ya go.. my sweet girl.” he whimpers as you release all over his cock. it seems the brunette isn’t to far behind you, his thrusts becoming sloppy. you’re all delirious and dizzy that the overstimulation doesn’t even register.

with one last thrust, chris releases his seed inside your cunt, broken moans falling left & right. he finally looks up to see you all fucked out, a goofy grin taking over his features. “fucking beautiful.” he giggles, his lips connecting with yours.

if this is where smoking weed got you, being a stoner didn’t sound too bad.

solai speaks! — long n awaited chris fic can we say amen!!!!!! im exhausted like you have no clue ugh. surfer!chris blurbs coming soon so keep a eye out <3.

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#◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐀. #reader & chris r so cutie pie goodnight #i hope this is giggily enough!! #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo angst #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt stuniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo angst #matt sturniolo fluff #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #virgin!reader #poc!reader

[rissouu]

plug!connie who kisses all over your stomach pudge before eating you out. besides your beautiful pussy, his favorite thing about you was your belly. he always made sure to treat your stomach just how he treated your pussy— with care. “ouu fuck pa!” you cried out trying to shut your legs around his head, but he wouldn’t let you move. “nah keep em open mama, lemme eat.” your fresh set of acrylic nails (that he paid for) ran through his buzz cut, all you could do was cry. the overstimulation was finally getting to you and connie knew that, he just had no intentions of stopping anytime soon. “mm you finna squirt on my face pretty girl? let it out.” he coached you through it while rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit. your face scrunched up once you felt the familiar pit in your stomach. you knew it was coming, and apparently so did he because as soon as he saw that beautiful facial expression, he pressed down on your lower stomach.. sending you into a frenzy as squirt flew out of you like it was nothing. “oh fuck yeah mama, give daddy all dat’ shit.”

#malora’s works! #yes this is black/chubby reader but anyone can read #connie smut #plug!connie #drabble #connie springer smut #connie springer x black reader #connie x black reader #plug!conniespringer #poc!reader #aot x chubby reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot fluff #aot x black reader #chubby reader #black reader #black!y/n #connie x poc!reader

[melaninforkings]

a piece of me dies every time im reading a fic and taylor swift lyrics pop up😭 then i realize the description of the oc or “reader” are very white coded like OH! that’s not…

#black reader #x reader #x oc #LIKE PLSSS I PROMISE THERE ARE OTHER ARTISTS WITH BETTER SONG TO USE #austin butler x black!reader #timothee chalamet x reader #black!reader #carmen berzatto x reader #paul atreides x reader #jake sully x reader #austin butler x reader #kennedy talks #peeta mellark x reader #finnick odair x reader #poc!reader

[berrygrls]

geto suguru prn links ₊˚⊹♡

★tw: size kink, creampie, oral, spitting, choking, rough sex.

★notes: mdni, first time posting pls take it easy on me, art credit: @/goooooogeeeee

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Pls pls pls let me know if the links stop working and leave feedback <333

content, images not mine, any minors or blank blogs will be blocked.

#content: twt #twt links #geto x y/n #jjk geto #getou suguru x y/n #geto x reader #geto smut #geto x you #suguru x y/n #suguru x you #suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #poc reader #poc!reader

[boowritess]

second addition to this post lol

retired!simon riley - sorry chef!simon riley x reader

imagine this motherfucker learns how to cook your cultures traditional foods better than you.

like maybe he had hit up an aunty, your ma, your dad, uncle, sister, brother, cousin, nan, granddad - whoever - to ask about one of your cultures traditional food that's special to you.

so they come teach him, or send him detailed steps, or probably video call him (but let's be fr they probably went over to teach him)

and that is the only time he doesn't ever raise his voice or back talks the person he's sharing a kitchen with - because why would he??? they're teaching him.

idk i just - AHHH i find it so cute imagining this towering fucking goliath of a man standing next to your nan or maybe even your dad - whoever - and he's just listening and watching so intensely.

the kitchen is filled with spices, there's music playing that he doesn’t quite understand the lyrics but it's nice and catchy.

but you come home, and you think that perhaps a family member come in and cooked it because there's no way - yet there he is. making it himself in the kitchen. hands working far better than yours at a task that you were practically raised doing.

and when you sit to eat, maybe you should feel jealous - but fuck

it tastes exactly like your family member that makes it... maybe even better.

as you eat, you look at him, eyes shining with a sort of warmth that's not just loving - it's far more intimate - more homey and one that's so personal. and he can tell because when he's looking in your eyes and there's thousands more staring back at him.

"you're making more of this..." the demand is firm, but with the way you speak, it's clear it's just covering up how much it means to you that he did this.

"whatever you want, lovie..." he softly chuckles, more than happy to adhere to your demands, pressing a kiss to your forehead before eating it himself.

a/n: something for my fellow ethnic babies xx

#my post #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon x reader #simon riley x poc reader #simon riley x brown reader #simon riley x black reader #black!reader #brown!reader #poc!reader #retired!simon #simon riley x reader #cod #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod mwii imagines #for my ethnic girlies

[thewriterg]

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

pairing(s): miles morales x fem!reader, miles morales x witch!reader, earth!42 Miles x fem!reader? earth!42 miles x witch!reader,

summary: You had been dating your vigilante boyfriend for a few months now but to his surprise you were hiding something a little more than complicated

word count: 2.4k+

request: Hi, if your request are open. Can I ask for a Miles Morales x fem witch reader or headcanons. Fem reader has powers and is a witch. She always carries a Spellbook and can always sense danger when it happens. How would Miles react and feel about reader being a witch? Sorry, if this is to much lovely. -@mbruben-stein

warning(s): reader hurts miles on accident, spidey/prowler activities, mentions of blood, spells, witchcraft, a little angst (I couldn’t help myself 😖), very VERY rusty Spanish it’s been a while, kisses, pet names, Both Miles are older in this like 17, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @manny-jacinto & @xmoon-soul-vibrationsx, @merakyn & — This was too fun to write 😭

1610 Miles 𖤐

Being honest completely and totally honest he would find out by total ACCIDENT

I feel like you would knew he was Spiderman your young, but with your craft you’ve matured and gotten a lot wiser

Everyone’s vibrations were different but it was something about Miles that simply was not… normal

That and the fact every time he’d cancel on you with a million apologies Spiderman would seemingly be spotted somewhere around Brooklyn in ten minutes tops

coincidence? You think not.

One day Miles was on his secret patrol or so he thought and your nerves got too bad you just felt that tingling, scratch worthy, sensation that told you that something bad was going to happen

what you did not expect was Miles to find out about your… power that very day

You switched off the TV with a small sigh the News Reporters speech dying down in their throat as you nuzzled a cup of warm tea to your chest the last foreign voice in your apartment talked about a Spiderman chance against a few criminals who thought it was a perfect day to rob a convenient store

Letting out a soft hum you made sure you caught yourself before you were lost in a heavy trance Miles found you like that a lot and it made you chuckle the first couple of times since he was so… shaken about it now it was a normal occurrence and he’d just wrapped his arms around you standing rocking side to side and a few minutes later you were out of it and greeted him softly

You weren’t dumb far from it you were wise and had an older mind you caught on that your boyfriend was the spider portraying vigilante the second time he had ran out from one of your dates that coincidentally as soon as your boyfriend left your presence Spiderman was magically making an appearance around New York

You could also feel Miles vibrations when he was around you and they were very abnormal from your average human being. You could feel his discomfort when he came back from his ‘secret’ patrolling by simply being around him

long story short he couldn’t really hide anything from you.

You cleared your throat as you snapped out of the trance you had tried ever so hard to stay out a few vintage framed pictures shaking on your wall

You weren’t usually this… jumpy it was usually only when Miles went on patrol and you needed to stop scaring yourself with the endless possibilities you just needed to clear your mind it would be a while before Miles got home so you stepped to your shelves of jars with different herbs, plants, and books sitting atop of it

Grabbing your jar of salt and a stick of chalk crouching down to draw a big enough circle for you to sit in as you stood in the middle of it before lining the outer line with salt you finally sat down

“Papilio lux, papilio lux, papilio lux” You muttered repeatedly your spell book left unopened on the coffee table beside you you’ve done this spell more than you can count it was your first spell you learned actually

You felt the heavy weight lift from your chest as a comforting wind slipped through your hair and the atmosphere of your home

💌💌💌💌

Miles swung from building to building the wind that was usually comforting and cool was now nipping and frigid against his skin

Your apartment building was in view and he found himself breathing in a fresh breath of air and pushed through even more determined to crawl his way into your arms when you needed him to take the weight of the world of his chest to help him breathe properly

Sometimes Miles just need you to put all of your weight and more on his body sometimes he just needed you to hold him sharing the weight of the world together

So with a harsh breath he crawled up your building to your window taking off his mask putting it up to his mouth to hold before pushing up the latch with one arm and crawling in with the other

What he expected least was to be thrown into a wall with the feeling of his windpipe being cramped down to practically nothing his eyes widened as he looked at you sitting cross legged in a circle eyes closed your hair softly whirling in different directions as he struggled to breathe clawing at his neck

Suddenly he watched as you gasped before he dropped to the grown coughing profusely and you rushed to him reaching out to touch him before you retracted your hand not wanting to scare him more than you already had

You explained to Miles everything a short while after that you made sure to get him some water first and sit him down comfortably making sure he was ready

My brother was in AWE as you explained your craft to him

You promised him 1,000 times that you wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt him that when the spell was interrupted with another presence it wasn’t approached with it tried to eliminate the potential threat

He reassured you that he knew that you wouldn’t actually hurt him

“I know you would never intentionally hurt me mi amor”

His secret already very prominent to you his suit being the biggest flag you could see to check off but he decided to offer the now but so secret to you anyways to make you feel better

“If, if it’s not obvious I’m Spiderman” His voice slightly cracked when he spoke and you softly giggled a bit as he hid his flushed out face in your shoulder and the beginning of your neck

“Hmm I can see that, but if it’s not obvious I’ve know since our second date” My boy was on the brink of WHIPLASH the way he looked up at you with the speed of light

“YOU KNEW!?”

After that day there was a lot more peace and comfort in your relationship especially with not having to keep anymore major secrets

He finds your ability to know when something bad is going to happen the coolest

Calls you his twin because his spidey senses are very similar

SPEAKING OF SPIDEY SENSES

THEY DO NOT GO OFF WHEN HES AROUND YOU AT ALL

Like if you guys are in your apartment or his Dorm? And you sneak up on him?

GASPING FOR HIS LIFE.

Like Gwen, Gankee, any classmates of his? FAIL. EVERY. TIME

BUT YOU!?

He needs his inhaler.

Also your spell book is so beautiful in it’s own way to him

Does not even TAP it if you don’t give him permission

He’s very big on respecting boundaries he would feel very flustered and embarrassed if you were to look through his sketchbook so he channels that into your spell book

If you do let him hold it and peak around in it? Internally screaming.

It’s leather cover, filled pages, stained Hogwarts letter looking paper in his words

He’s once again in awe

Brags about you ALL THE DAMN TIME.

Hobie is honestly tired of hearing him being such a “lovesick daft”

He’s literally the most happy for you both

Loves when you take care of him

He just a ‘wittle baby 😖

Make him a cup of tea when he comes back from a rough patrol, rubbing circles on his back as he practically lies on top of you

Miles has gotten used to the feeling and knows when you’re “working your magic”

Suddenly he’ll feel a strong peace slip into his head traveling through his skull, down his spine, and into the rest of his bones

Then the feeling he gets when he gets home from a long day and embraces you, puts his face in your neck, the bliss?

He feels that times a hundred

He likes to say “he can feel you” and you’d say “I feel you too”

He’s falling asleep in like 10 minutes MAX and that’s when he’s fighting it

We love witchy gf and spidey bf 😊

Earth 42 Miles 𖤐

I’m getting hero/villain trope

You’re a masked vigilante making sure New York is safe and he’s the prowler trying to make money so you, his mom, his uncle and him can be straight

The way you both found out about each other was so heartbreaking tbh

Miles did not want you to find out like that, hell he didn’t want you to find out AT ALL

You were trying to protect New York and he was trying to wreck it

Neither of you knew who you were fighting underneath your masks

Felt like his world was crumbling when he finally snatched off your mask

You wheeze slightly crouching on the top of an abandoned building putting pressure on your side tapping the small black piece in your ear as the prowlers voice rings through your senses

“I’m close I just need more time” The mask he wore distorted his voice as he mumbled something to another person over the phone you could hear his steps as he breathed heavily into his mic having hacked into it

“You don’t have that time the police are in Route!” That voice was familiar to you, too familiar.

“Listen you kill this chick? You’re set full ride you, your moms, your girl.” Aaron Davis? What the hell did he have to do with the prowler?

“Miles you get this done? And you’re out for good.” Your breath hitched in your throat along with bile that burned your mouth as much as you wanted to believe that this was just coincidental there were too many pieces that added up

Aaron Davis

Nights you didn’t go on patrol and randomly woke up to Miles gone

The recent excessive money

When he didn’t answer his phone for hours at a time when it was closing dawn

It just made sense.

Everything else was a blur as you reached underneath your mask taking your earpiece and throwing it across the rooftop of the abandon building it cracking into bits as it landed harshly

You were so… angry

“Come on asshole” You muttered having jumped down from the the top of the building your body pressed against the the side of the brick wall waiting for him to walk by and as soon as you heard the first step you were already throwing a direct kick to his chest causing him to stumble in his step just a bit but enough for you to have an open window of opportunity

“Motus” Your hands moving through the air swiftly as the prowler went flying backwards into a wall debris crumbling around him before he was back on his feet tackling you to the ground trying to get you hands pent up above your head before you spoke

“All this time you’ve been lying to me Miles!” You shouted and his attack stuttered as either of his thighs rested on the side of your torso his hands pinning your wrist down to the floor

“How do you know my name?” He questioned gruffly the realization that you knew hadn’t registered

“After everything, out of anybody, you lied to me!” You yelled tears swelling up in your eyes and finally his gripped loosened and his gaze softened under his mask You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of how much he hurt you but it did hurt and maybe you were a hypocrite because you kept something from him too but he knew how you felt about the prowler

“Y/n?” Miles mask opened on command it showing the exact person who you knew it would his carmel skin complimenting his doe brown eyes his braids falling down and stopping at his shoulders carefully he brought a hand down towards the lining of you mask before he slipped it off carefully, delicately as if you hadn’t kicked each others asses for weeks on end his breath slowed and the world seemed to stop as he looked down at your face sweating and bleeding from a cut above your brow

“Out of everyone you were supposed to keep it real with me you said I was your ace, you said that. This, this is just a joke, un juego” You hope he felt like you did betrayed, hurt, like time had slowed down and the world had stopped.

“Espero que haya valido la pena” And then you were gone right from underneath him into the thick tension filled air he sat on the blood snatching off the mask from the back of his head and throwing it with a curse before placing his head in his hands

“oh mi vida”

You would think that after everything that had happened Miles would give you space

and he would… not

Blowing your phone UP.

Would try to stop by your house and your mom loves him and Rio as well would tell him how you’ve been down recently maybe not eating abs that he should talk to you later when you came back from running errands for her

Then realizes you haven’t told anyone he was the prowler and that makes him feel ten times worse

YOURE AVOIDING HIM HEAVY TBH

he’s sending you gifts and flowers every day. Jewelry, clothes, shoes, food, just about everything

He’s not good with words or expressing his feelings whatsoever.

Gets to a point where he can’t take it anymore and he’s at your your door step on his knees for you to forgive he doesn’t care how desperate he looks because he is to make it up to you

“por favor dame una oportunidad mami, don’t close the door”

“Miles please get up, ese suelo está sucio”

“Jus’ let me explain and if you don’t forgive me than that’s that”

he was lying out his ass.. as if he would ever be over you pshhh

You wanted to say no

Just say no

NO.

“you have three minutes”

FUCK.

That’s all he needed y/n 😖🙏🏽

Goes on a full blown rant about how he felt about you and how he wanted to keep you away and safe from all that stuff

probably the most he’s talked about his feelings in one setting your whole relationship

He loves you so much and wants to see you good and well

he loves her more trope? Yes.

You also apologize for keeping your crime fighting a secret

You guys have stuff to work on but you’ll get through it

“I love you mi reina”

“I love you too querido”

💌💌💌💌

I’ve been so brains dead when it comes to writing request 💀

trying my best 😖🙏🏽

request are back open

#miles molares #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #spider man across the spider verse #miles morales x reader #atsv fic #witch!reader #poc!reader #black!reader #fem!reader #black!fem!reader #romance #fluff #angst #i love you #thewriterg #2023

[bvbygrl-writes]

Wash Day (Johnnie Guilbert x Black!Reader)

A/N: I had a dream about this last night so I gotta write it even though this probably will not resonate with a lot of people, idk how much of Johnnie's fanbase is black but if I exist there's gotta be more of us!

Word Count: 1.3k

It was that dreaded day that almost every black girl hated, Wash Day, and (Y/n) was no exception. People thought because she had locs that that made wash day less of a stressful problem due to the frequency she had to wash her hair. And why yes, locs were convenient for day to day life as all she had to do was mist her shit and go, wash day was not any less stressful for her. 

After years of growing out her hair and keeping it natural, she had finally taken the steps to loc it and from the beginning, she had been the one in charge of her loc journey. She started them herself, dyed them herself, and did every retwist and style by herself (along with help from youtube of course). But she was tired and what do you do when you’re tired? Get your man to do it for you! Walking down the hallway, her freshly washed hair tossed up into an old and raggedy t-shirt, she busted through the bedroom door. 

Johnnie was used to her antics at this point, barely budging from his spot on the bed. His blue eyes peered up to look at her, eyes focusing on the t-shirt on the top of her head. “Ran out of towels?” he asked, confused. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at him, walking over to the drawer (that was formerly for Johnnie’s t-shirts) and started to pull out all the products she needed for her hair. Metal clips, gel, ponytail holders, that ratty black comb for her roots, spray bottle with the combination of oils and conditions that worked for her hair, and oil for her scalp.

“Cotton shirts are better for your hair. You should probably switch to them too since white men tend to bald prematurely.” she quipped, peeking over her shoulder to smile at him. He laughed at her sass, shaking his head as he kicked his legs over to the side of the bed to face her. “You busy?”

“Not necessarily, I already filmed and edited my video for tomorrow. Why?” she hummed at his response, pondering for a moment before dropping all the hair on the bed next to him. Dropping the towel from her body and ignoring the feeling of the long stare on her backside, she grabbed one of Johnnie’s shirts and a pair of gray gym shorts. It didn’t matter to either of them that his shirts clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination, spots of the already dark shirt growing a bit darker from her wet skin.

“If I teach you how to do my hair, will you do it for me?” she asked, removing the soaked shirt from her head and tossing it into a random corner of the room. Johnnie froze, body stiffening up a bit. He had years and years of doing his own hair, dying it and cutting it since he was 13. Hell, he had even helped some of his friends with their own but never had he done anything with hair of (Y/n)’s texture, let alone locs. From what she had told him, locs could handle a lot but they can also be quite tedious and in some cases even be more fragile.And she had lovely ones, they were healthy, shiny, and reached just beyond her shoulders. He had watched his girlfriend style her locs into intricate styles, the hours it’d take her, and how tired she’d be afterwards.She never let anyone do it but herself, saying she didn’t trust anyone to not ‘mess her shit up’.  What if he- “You’re not going to fuck it up, don’t worry. Imma walk you through it all, okay?” she said, stroking his cheek gently, the tip of her acrylic thumbnail lightly dragging across his cheek.

“Babe, I don’t know…”

“Pleaseee? Pleaseee? PLEASEEE?”

He sighed, walking behind the chair she had pulled in front of the bed, patting the headrest. “Fine, fine. Only if I can control the music.”

(Y/n) had taken 2ponytail holders, sectioning off the middle and front of her head, leaving the back down. “Okay, you see how my roots are kind of stuck together almost? What Imma need you to do first is gently pull them apart so we can have clean parts.” she instructed, demonstrating herself. Although she couldn’t see his face, she could tell by his silence that he was watching her intensely. 

And she was right, with his lip pulled between his teeth, he watched the movements of her skilled hands. He nervously lifted his hands to the back of her head, grabbing two locs like he had seen her do. “Like this?” he asked, pulling a lot softer than she had instructed. She giggled some, leaning her head back to look at him.

“You gone have to pull it a bit harder than that, baby. You’re not gonna hurt me. Trust me, I’ll let you know if you were.” she reassured, readjusting her head. He nodded at her words, pulling and massaging at the connected roots, celebrating silently as the parts formed a clean line. “There ya go! Now, take some of that gel, and put it around the base of the loc and a little on the root. We do that so the retwist will hold and help the roots loc but also so it’ll be neat.” she said, demonstrating what to do. “Then, you’re gonna take the comb and run it through the root a little bit, use the edge to smooth it out, and then roll it in your hands like this.” he made a small noise of amazement as her hands rolled the loc between her palms. He knew she put a lot of work into her hair, but never did he realize exactly how much was going into it. That explains all the times he’d find her passed out on the couch, products scattered all along the floor and table. 

“I never realized how much you had to do. I wish you would’ve told me sooner. I would’ve loved to help you out.” he said softly. Her heart soared at his words.

“It’s okay. This is only one row out of a shit ton more so let’s get through this!”

The sun had begun to set as they got to the front of (Y/n)’s head.Johnnie’s nerves had gone down a lot with (Y/n)’s constant encouragement and all of her jokes and by the time he got to the last row of the back, he felt like he was a pro!  All the metal clips jingled as she turned the chair to face him, figuring it’d be better that way for him to get the front done. (Y/n) watched her lover’s face, a soft smile on her own at how focused he was. His tongue stuck out the side of his mouth as he misted her hair. Leaning forward, she softly planted a kiss on his lips which he gladly reciprocated. It was short and sweet, full of appreciation for him helping her out. “Thank you, Johnnie.” she said softly.

“It was my pleasure, really. I’m glad you trust me enough to help you out. Plus, I’m a high school drop out. I’ll need another career option after Youtube dies.” he joked, causing them both to laugh at the thought of him as an emo loctician. “Annnd I’m done. What’do you think?” he asked.

Standing up, (Y/n) stretched, groaning as her body snapped, crackled, and popped from how long she had been sitting. Turning around, she looked in the mirror gasping a happy smile taking over her face. Johnnie had done an amazing job despite never doing anything of the sort. He watched happily as his girlfriend twirled around, admiring his work from all the different angles. The clips were still on, but you could still see from the preview that it was going to look great when it dried. Lunging forward, she threw herself into his arms, causing him to fall backward onto the bed. He made an ‘oof’ but reciprocated, wrapping his pale arms around her, burying his face in her neck, heart racing at the scent of shea butter and vanilla.

“You did so good!”

“Put your bonnet on before you mess it up!”

#x black reader #black reader #black!reader #black!fem!reader #poc reader #poc!reader #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert imagine

[zepskies]

A Little Danger

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized!Reader (Latina)

Summary: While relaxing together in the bunker, Dean takes your playful teasing to a new level. (And he’s too horny to care about the consequences.)

AN: Couch sex, basically. This is another one for the Espresso-verse! Includes a call back to Devour Me.

Word Count: 2K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Smutty smut in a semi-public place. Hair pulling, flirty teasing, endearments, “twist” ending.

Start from the beginning of the series: ⤵️

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Usually, Dean likes the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

Like now, on a rare day of quiet relaxation after a long hunt. When Mary’s out and Sam’s on a grocery run. And Dean’s laid out across the couch in the library, arms crossed, earbuds in while Zeppelin’s “Going to California” plays in stereo, his head and shoulders resting against your plush thigh.

Your feet are propped up on the coffee table, your mostly bare legs crossed at the ankles. You have a book in one hand while you’ve been absently massaging his head…

But when you start to get weary of reading, in your boredom, your clever fingers become less soothing through his light brown hair, and more playful in their ministrations. You start to push his hair in the opposite direction, making it spike forward in disarray.

Dean frowns. You can’t see it, but you sense the change, in the way he stops bobbing his head lightly in time with the music.

You bite back a smile and continue your little game, even tugging a little on the strands when you push them forward. Like rubbing a cat the wrong way.

Letting out an annoyed breath through his nose, Dean takes out one earbud.

“What. Are you doing?” he asks.

It takes everything within you not to laugh.

“You’re my erizito,” you reply, smiling. You take a peek at his profile and catch the way his brows furrow.

“What the hell’s that?” he asks.

“My little hedgehog,” you translate the Spanish endearment for him, and you tease him, tugging again on his soft strands.

You finally have to giggle at the way he looks back at you from the corner of his eye. You get maybe one more time to sweep your fingers through his hair the wrong way, before he grabs your hand and turns over.

Your resulting squeal turns into laughter when he yanks his earbuds off and plucks your book out of your hand.

“Eh, eh! Don’t lose my place,” you warn, stopping him from closing the book all the way. He allows you to dog-ear your page, but he then tosses the book onto the coffee table to join his phone and earbuds.

“Come ‘ere,” he mutters.

Then he grabs your crossed legs and manhandles you beneath him on the couch. You allow it with a yelp of surprise and much giggling when he jostles you, pulling you down by your hips. Dean lowers himself between your legs, where he’s so often welcome, and settles his body over yours.

You smirk in his face. His hair is all kinds of fucked up.

He can see you’re admiring your handiwork. Little hedgehog, huh?

With a shake of his head, he bows down and silences your teasing with a kiss.

Your eyes fall closed. You breathe in and utter a sound of contentment. You frame his face with your hands and follow the familiar dance of his lips against yours.

A delicious push and pull that has his teeth grazing your full lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, his fingers tangling in your hair. His other arm is perched high above your head, giving him leverage to completely cage you with his broad, heavy frame.

But it’s a good heavy. You like the feel of him laid out over you, protective and claiming all at once. And he likes the feeling of every soft curve of yours; thighs, breasts, and soft middle all a welcoming place for him to rest—and then ravage.

His lips veer away from your mouth, allowing you both to catch your breath. He burns a warm, sloppy path along your jawline. You wrap your arms around him and splay your hands across his back. They slide lower as he moves down, and down your neck.

“Babe,” you prompt quietly in his ear. You can’t help but smile. “We’ve gotten in trouble on this couch before.”

As in, you both have been caught buck ass naked and tangled together on this couch. By his brother. Twice.

Dean smirks, just before he starts to tease the shell of your ear with his tongue.

“Tell me you don’t like a little danger,” he says. 

Right, you think, with a shudder at his tongue. Or, he just has no fucking shame.

You have to giggle regardless. The trembling in your chest moves both of you, makes the shape of Dean’s smile press into your skin. He continues his downward path and rucks up your shirt.

Your knees bend further on reflex and squeeze his hips when his tongue dips between your breasts, still pushed up by your bra. You arch your back so he can slip a hand under your back and unclip the white lace. He slides it off your body, along with getting your shirt up and over your head.

Your hands dive under his layers of red plaid and black undershirt, sliding up and down the smooth slopes of his back, grazing with your nails, getting him worked up enough to have him yank off the layers himself.

He’s left in his jeans, which begin to find friction against your clothed center through the little shorts you often wear around the bunker. Dean both likes them and hates them.

Likes them, because you fill them out well, and he likes getting a handful of your ass (like he’s doing now, while he begins to rock the hard bulge in his jeans against your core while kissing you hungrily).

He also hates these little spandex shorts, because he’d rather his brother not get to see you in them. Still, Dean gets too much enjoyment out of slipping his fingers under them, squeezing your thigh, letting his thumb brush down towards your center.

Already your pussy’s throbbing.

“Need you,” you pant against his lips.

It’s been a bit too long since you two have had this kind of time alone together, not to mention the energy to fool around. It’s making you not really give a fuck about being out in the open in the middle of the library, when your shared bedroom is just down the hall.

Dean nods, then he finally palms one of your breasts like he’s reacquainting himself with an old friend. He rolls a budding nipple between his fingers and moans when he gets the other into his mouth, swirling with his tongue.

He drags a moan out of you too. You delve your hand into his wrecked hair and grip tight to keep him there.

You find yourself writhing underneath him, your hips rolling against his with need.

“Dean…” Your voice is pleading.

“Okay, I gotcha,” he says against your skin. He drags down your little shorts by the hem and reveals bare ass against the couch cushions. He hums with interest. “No panties today?”

“Surprised you didn’t notice,” you quip.

Though you do the work of unclipping his belt and helping him shimmy out of the jeans, letting them pool to the floor alongside your clothes. You roll down his boxer briefs far enough to let his cock spring free. He grabs your arm and utters a deep groan at the way you handle him, with a gentle but firm hand along his shaft.

“Guess I’ve been distracted,” he admits. He presses a forehead against your shoulder and bucks into your hand, the more you tease him. “Fuck, how long’s it been since—”

“A couple weeks,” you answer him. You begin to kiss down his neck, occasionally nipping his skin. “Too long.”

“Too damn long,” he agrees, with another sound of pleasure. He stops your hand so he can concentrate on getting you ready. He slips a long finger down your slit and between the wet folds of your pussy, where you’re already soaking for him, coating his digit.

“Fuck,” he mutters again, “all this for me, baby?”

You breathe a laugh and drag your nails down the back of his neck. “Always.”

Dean grins. Just to be thorough, he slips two fingers into your wet channel. He revels at the way you hold him close by the back of his neck and moan encouragements into his ear. But you cry out when his thumb finds your clit, and circles it with precision. Then the rest of his fingers open you up and rub against your most sensitive places.

As your inner walls tighten, so does your hand; it moves back into his hair so you have something better to hold onto. 

“Dean,” you utter a warning. He nods and withdraws his hand from inside you. He peeks over the couch again, just to make sure no one’s coming. You both know this is about to be quick and dirty.

You both are panting when he grasps your hips and gives himself a better angle. You hook your thighs around his waist and give him an encouraging nod. With that, Dean positions himself at your entrance and slowly sheathes his cock deep inside you.

You release a shuddering breath, pressing your head back into the cushions. Your hair is a tangled mess fanning underneath you. He still has a hand planted on the couch’s arm above your head; you grasp his arm for stability. Dean rubs one of your thighs, in part to also get himself together as your inner walls spasm tight around him.

Fuck, it has been a while.

But he’s making up for lost time. He gives you long, steady strokes at first, letting you feel every inch of his cock as he drives back into you. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine and you arch against him, your hands clasped on his arms.

Your heels pressing into his ass spur him on and speed up his rhythm, until he’s hitting so hard and deep against your cervix that it almost hurts. It’s a mix of intense pleasure tinged with that briefest bit of pain as he also hits your G-spot over and over.

But a few purposeful swipes of his thumb over your clit ensures that you come with him when he finally spills into you. He buries his face where your neck meets your shoulder, and a ragged grunt rolls from his throat as his release truly hits him.

You hold him to you, your own thighs quivering along with his last few strokes inside you. That hot coil snaps and you let out a gasping moan—one he swallows up with a deep kiss.

“Jesus,” you breathe, after he releases your lips. Dean catches his breath and gives you a shrug, despite his smug grin.

You smirk and once again sweep your hand through his ridiculous hair. It’s even more wild than before. You pull your hands through it, sliding down his neck on both sides. 

“I stand corrected,” you say slyly. “Now you’re my erizote.”

Dean snorts. “And that would be?”

“My big hedgehog,” you tease.

Dean rolls his eyes, even as his face warms. He tries not to laugh in the face of your unending giggles.

Neither of you register the footsteps coming closer until it’s just about too late.

“Dean, are you—Oh!”

His face falls, and his eyes widen when they meet his mother’s over the back of the couch.

“Shit!” he exclaims, covering you with his body when you gasp. But it’s not really you that you’re worried about her seeing.

No mother should have to see her adult son’s naked ass.

Mary stands there behind the couch with her hand over her eyes.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t see…anything,” she says. Usually she’s a better liar.

“I’m so sorry, Mary,” you try to say, but she waves you off.

“Just…clean the sofa. Okay, guys?” she says. Then she walks away without looking back.

Dean grimaces like he’s in pain.

“Sorry, Mom,” He calls to her retreating back.

He releases a breath and lowers his forehead into the crook of your neck. Your body shakes with involuntary giggles while you hold him, soothing him with a caress of his cheek. He’s still buried deep inside you, but by now he’s released your thighs from being wrapped around his hips.

“At least it wasn’t Sam this time,” you offer.

“I don’t know what’s worse at this point,” Dean grumbles.

You bite your lip. “Well, I mean, I did warn you—”

Dean gives you a playful slap on the ass to shut you up. But your resulting squeal and laughter just makes him smile.

AN: 😅 This one-shot started out innocent, I swear. What was once a simple "chilling on the couch" drabble turned into smut somehow, but I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think. 😘

Keep Reading:

Next up in this series is "In Bad Weather." It acts as the finale of the Espresso-verse, though I'm still writing stories within the world to fill in the gaps when different prompts come to mind:

Summary: You and Dean tackle the biggest possible monkey wrench in your relationship yet: could Chuck have been manipulating you two all along? [Set in S15 - “Fix It” for season finale]

▶️ Next Story: In Bad Weather

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[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT having office sex with Nanami Kento ♡︎.

At first, Nanami didn’t even like you. While he works his ass off, you sit lazily at your desk and only care about your appearance. More invested in reapplying lipgloss to your brown lip-lined lips, or wondering if you should wear your natural afro out or braid your hair. You’d walk around the office with those tight little pencil skirts that could barely be considered professional, and those blouses that always found some way to accentuate your boobs.

But the icing on the cake was how dumb you were. It’s a miracle you even landed this job with how incompetent you were. Always asking him or your other colleagues to help you with a report, and if you were feeling really lazy, then you’d just ask them to do the whole thing entirely. You’d always flash them a sweet and innocent smile while you bent over beside them, offering an insincere apology for burdening them. No one could get mad at you though, well, no one except Nanami that is.

He’s had enough of your antics and decided you needed to learn that your beauty isn’t gonna get you anywhere around him. But he’s lesson, turned out to be having you sit naked on his lap with his cock stuffing you full. Your back was to his chest and he tied your wrist together behind you with his tie. Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to smudge your perfect makeup but that was the least of your worries right now. Soft mewls left your lips and you begged for mercy, wanting him to move and grant you some kind of relief. But your pleas fell on deaf ears as Nanami continued to do his work, he had to work overtime because of you so you wouldn’t be getting any pleasure from him until he finished all the reports you dumped onto him earlier that day.

He’ll have you like that for what seems like hours when really it’s a few minutes because your reports really aren’t that hard. And when he’s done, best believe you’re in a world of hurt. The minute he clicks submit on the last assignment, he’s moving and bringing you along with him. Nanami surges up and brings you forward with a yelp of surprise. Without much care, he’ll have you fall onto his desk, forcing your back into an arch so that his cock stayed inside you. “See, did that take so long for me to do? It’s not hard if you put actual effort into it,” he says, thrusting into you from behind. One of his hands holding your arm to bring your body back so you took the full force of his strokes, the other hand is holding the back of your neck and pushing your face down into the cold plastic of his cubicle desk.

Clicking his tongue in disappointment, Nanami drank in your desperation as you moaned and whined shamelessly. For a moment, he allowed himself to enjoy the glazed, tearful look on your face. It was much more appealing in his opinion than your smug and ditzy expression that you constantly sported. Because he knew very well that you were such a whore underneath that innocent facade, and it was just a matter of time before someone put you in your place. His thrust were punishing, The sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room, the desk beneath you rocking with each forceful movement, creaking and groaning under the force of Nanami’s powerful movements.

Your moans mingled with the lewd slapping sounds that echoed in the office, fueling his desire further. Nanami's hips moved in a relentless dance of pleasure and possession, his own need building. He smoothly moved his fingers from your nape to entangle in your hair, before suddenly gripping it and pulling your head up as he leaned down to meet you halfway so he could speak in your ear.

“At least you’re good for something. You’re better suited as a well kept whore than an office worker, but don’t worry, I’ll fix that soon enough.”

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[lilmashae]

munchie ! — drabble ! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

jake's a munch — maybe the biggest munch of all. he'll be more than happy eating you out wherever and whenever you want. he's proud too — bragging when he makes you cum so easily.

one of his favorite things to do is making you squirt all over his face — he looks up at you with chin absolutely slick and his glasses foggy. his hair lazily falls his hooded eyes as he huffs. " 'just getting started baby... take whatever jakey gives you yeah? all you want's his tongue on that cute little cunt? i know... i know..." the grip of jake's hand holding your thighs a part is insane — bruises and little indents forming on the plush of your skin.

his hair’s messy and he’s clad in hardly anything — his bare chest lay against your mattress. the grey sweatpants he wore are ruined — they’re uncomfortably sticky— hot with your boyfriends cum. "fuck! look at that princess... pussy's so good i came soon as i tasted you." when jake cums — which he does by getting off on your sweet moans and rutting into the mattress like he's in heat.

you reach out to him and let your fingers tangle in his hair. they massaging his scalp as you push his head further into your heat. another one of jake's favorite things to do is overstimulates you — deliciously so. hearing the sopping wet sounds of your leaking cunt and his slicked slimy tongue drives you. he's not stopping until all you can do is chant his name.

one finger and then two. three if he really wants too stretch you out. " 'going to take it like my good girl? want another? here... take it baby. shit... 'swallow me up s'good."

his dexterous slender fingers slowly plunge themselves deeper and deeper into your wet sloppy cunt. his thick digits pump themselves in and out of your tight hole — soft moans and gasps escape your lips. occasionally he'll unvaccum his lips from around your clit to swallow your cries in a kiss.

suddenly, that knot in your stomach — all too familiar — has returned. your orgasm washes strongly over you as the vibrations of jake's humming around you clit send shivers down your arched spine. your eyes rolling whilst jake whispers into your cunt.

“pussy's so good princess. yeah? 'make you feel good baby? 'taste so fuckin' sweet — could eat the pretty pussy for hours..." jake mutters satisfied. you buck your hips begging for more of him — you’ll take whatever he gives you.

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[fluorynn]

༊*·˚ — Avatar Characters with poc!human!reader who wears lipgloss.

ೃ⁀➷ Includes : Jake and Neytiri, Quaritch, Neteyam, Lo’ak

ೃ⁀➷ Warnings / Mentions : kissing, lipgloss, kissing, lipgloss, kissing, mentions of Jake and Neytiri wanting relationship with reader, Neteyam being a curious sweet gentleman, making out!

author’s note : I sincerely don’t even know what this is, lol. Some things feel a little dry to me — so I tried leaving this then coming back with the right motivation 😭 it just came together and I wanted to get it out of the drafts! Comment, reblog, do what you must! Enjoy<33

༊*·˚ Jake & Neytiri !

ೃ⁀➷ Neytiri was the first to notice this.

ೃ⁀➷ She had been engaged in a conversation with you, and thanks to her swift glances, you didn’t catch the way she would look at your mouth as words tumbled out of it.

ೃ⁀➷ a shimmer of something on your flesh, somehow…enlightening your entire face? What is this thing you wear? She thought.

ೃ⁀➷ It was odd — she had even had the urge to reach and dab the point of her thumb against your lower lip, wanting to smear off this…liquid you carried. But, she did not want to ruin the conversation she had with you, the way you happily spoke to her. So, with the best of her abilities, she ignored this oddness.

ೃ⁀➷ She had mentioned it to her mate, Jake. Both had set their eyes on you, a lovely, most intriguing human to them.

ೃ⁀➷ During Jake’s ‘good’ ol’ human days back on Earth, he of course recalled how women wore makeup — subtle to the most vivid and quite impressive work.

ೃ⁀➷ He was more of the natural beauty type of guy, but he didn’t mind if his future girl was into these kinds of things — he’d appreciate the added on beauty she’d give herself.

ೃ⁀➷ But he didn’t think he’d ever catch a glimpse of makeup in Pandora, the Na’vi don’t seem to need anything like that and the humans in the outpost didn’t really care much for these kinds of things anymore—

ೃ⁀➷ But he never expected to hear this from Neytiri. He had furrowed his brows at her words, asking what exactly was the issue? He didn’t understand, and all Neytiri did was huff, roll her eyes, and walk away from a confused Jake 🫥🫥

ೃ⁀➷ But then he sees you wearing this — don’t get him wrong; you’re already beautiful in his eyes. But when he catches a glimpse of lipgloss accentuating those lips of yours, it shoots something in him that’s …rather less questionable and more thrilling.

ೃ⁀➷ you didn’t think too much on it when he commented on it one day in the human outpost, wanting to visit Norm and you— not until you catch his eyes falter on your mouth a few more seconds longer than he usually does; his tail swishing around, the tip of it lightly brushing your leg emitting a raised brow from you.

ೃ⁀➷ “Trying new stuff now, huh?”

ೃ⁀➷ He’s not complaining though!

ೃ⁀➷ He likes when your upper lip curled up to give a smile and eye roll, and the shininess of that lipgloss only seems to add onto that happy gleam.

ೃ⁀➷ And then Neytiri came to view, which surprises you because she never comes around here, she gives him a look as to indicate what she was talking about, and you were incredibly confused as to why a laugh boomed out of him and why Neytiri gave him a venomous glare.

ೃ⁀➷ “Neytiri, baby — it’s lipgloss. Nothing harmful, nothing bad. Jus’ something to make her feel good…right?”

ೃ⁀➷ You then elaborated to Neytiri more about lipgloss once you were informed of what these two were on about, having them both crouched in front of you.

ೃ⁀➷ “…you do not feel good then, tawtute?” A furrow to her forehead, a purse to her lips as she spoke this.

ೃ⁀➷ You glared at Jake. “Jake ... .seriously— no, it’s not that I don’t feel good, Tiri. I just wanted to…change things up a bit. That’s all.”

ೃ⁀➷ “what flavor is it?”

ೃ⁀➷ “I’m sorry?”

ೃ⁀➷ There he goes and gives you that charming lopsided grin. “C’mon — what flavor is it?”

ೃ⁀➷ “I don’t see why it matter to you, but it’s raspberry—”

ೃ⁀➷ “Can I have some?”

ೃ⁀➷ this confused the both of you, but Jake only threw Neytiri a wink and looked back down at you.

ೃ⁀➷ “I left it back…in my room though—”

ೃ⁀➷ The next thing you know, a firm touch pressed over your ajar mouth, and you blinked once, twice, three times when he pulled away, his own mouth slightly glistening with your lipgloss and the addition of the moist added from his tongue as it slowly dragged over his lower lip.

ೃ⁀➷ “huh, yeah you’re right. It does taste like raspberry— baby Neytiri, you want some? It’s good.” The golds of his eyes shimmered as he said this, and your shock was added onto when he pecked her mouth.

ೃ⁀➷ She blinks in surprise, but catches the fruitful taste. She looks at him, then at you, a subtle quirk to her mouth.

ೃ⁀➷ “I believe I need a better taste…tawtute? I can?”

ೃ⁀➷ You don’t have time to reply however, for she pulls you close, and places a much softer, much lingering kiss on your lips.

ೃ⁀➷ Your insides are stirred, your mind a turmoil of emotions but don’t fight it. Not when this strong ass, goddess-like woman is holding you and kissing you, trying to find taste in the lipgloss you wear.

ೃ⁀➷ Jake only watches with a grin, his tail swishing side to side in anticipation when she pulls away from you, a pensive look in those golden eyes while little poor you is left in a haze.

ೃ⁀➷ “Yes. You are right, It does not taste odd.”

ೃ⁀➷ she then pulls you to her chest and smushed her cheek against your forehead. “Though you are good enough without it.”

ೃ⁀➷ your face would be very flustered, blood boiling beneath the flesh of your cheeks at what was occurring. You glance at Jake questionably and he only grins and crouches closer to you both.

ೃ⁀➷ “yeah, she’s right. Good girl.” He cheeks, and you could only find hiding in burying your face in Neytiri’s lithe chest, hearing the purring motions she created while feeling Jake’s chin prop over your shoulder.

༊*·˚ Recom Quaritch

ೃ⁀➷ Picking through from Miles Quaritch’s, he has a vague idea of what’s that lipgloss you like to wear.

ೃ⁀➷ He does that raised eye brow expression when he sees you wearing it, scrutinizing the way words fall from that sweet mouth of yours.

ೃ⁀➷ His own mouth puckers out when he watches you apply it, following the slow, smooth movements your gloss creates over the surface of your lips.

ೃ⁀➷ He’s a bit confused as to why his tail is swaying too much, Lyle being the one to point it out with a smirk.

ೃ⁀➷ “looks like someone’s gotta crush, sir.😏😏”

ೃ⁀➷ “Shut it, Lyle.”

ೃ⁀➷ but it is pretty obvious, by the way he lumbers constantly over your small frame, the way his eyes scrutinize you every time you come into view.

ೃ⁀➷ because of his enhanced Na’vi senses, he can catch a strong whiff of those scented lipglosses you wear; his personal favorite is a strawberry like one — it has a much stronger spark and pigment than the others. A much stronger affect on him.

ೃ⁀➷ He knows he’s not an expert on woman but somehow, after catching the way his nose flared and tail swiveled the other day from talking to you, crouched down to meet your eye level, you seemed to wear that specific one more?

ೃ⁀➷ love LOVES the way you chew on your lower lip when he stares down at you so deeply, a playful grin across his face as he crouches down.

ೃ⁀➷ takes another whiff because why not?

ೃ⁀➷ “y’smell nice, doll. That mouth of yours,” Chin tilts down to your lips. “ ‘t’s gonna be the end of someone one day….can I test it out?”

ೃ⁀➷ you don’t even have time to answer! He just goes and pulls you in, your forearms stuff against his chest as a small squeak meets his awaiting mouth.

ೃ⁀➷ it’s a firm, toe curling type of kiss. You wouldn’t have expected it from Quaritch to be honest.

ೃ⁀➷ you don’t tell him that of course —

ೃ⁀➷ pulls back with a deep furrow between his brows, that mouth purse of his returning, in additional with your gloss pasted over.

ೃ⁀➷ “hm. Not bad, cupcake, not bad…”

ೃ⁀➷ That Cheshire Cat like smile erupts as he stares down at your flushed expression, long fingers winding around your hips.

ೃ⁀➷ “imma need another though. Just in case this someone needs feedback. That someone being me of course.” Smirks once more. “I can handle that mouth.”

ೃ⁀➷ Every meeting he has with the other recoms, with his posture all proud and straight, his face serious and leader like, you can catch glimpse of his lip gloss stained mouth — sometimes a simple shimmer, sometimes a tinge of some kind of color —

ೃ⁀➷ the others snicker at him during these meetings, Lyle only shaking his head with a grin while Quaritch remains unbothered and proceeds with the meeting as quick as he can to get back to your pretty mouth.

༊*·˚ Neteyam !

ೃ⁀➷ definitely was a bit confused as to why your lips were boldly shining.

ೃ⁀➷ He tries his best to be respectful, to not stare down at your mouth as you spoke to his siblings, having playful banters with Lo’ak, engaging in conversation with Spider and Kiri in the human outpost.

ೃ⁀➷ But it was hard to tear away his focus, especially when you didn’t have that exomask on, and gave a clear, endearing smile to Tuk — a smile that wasn’t exactly directed to him but it didn’t matter.

ೃ⁀➷ Your smiles were already breathtaking to him, yet somehow — with the way your upper lip curled to form a grin, that opalescent shine only seemed to add onto that happy expression of yours, contrasting beautifully with your rich tones.

ೃ⁀➷ He was entranced still, too caught up in it, not caring for the way Lo’ak nudged him hard to stop staring and to calm the way his tail swayed and hit him.

ೃ⁀➷ Lo’ak was sort of concerned because Neteyam was usually very well collected when it came to you — even if he knew his big brother had a crush on you.

ೃ⁀➷ It was when he let his eyes drag up and saw the way your brow arched directly at Neteyam.

ೃ⁀➷ Busted he thought, ears flitting against the sides of his head and dipped his chin down for a second, a turmoil of embarrassment within his chest.

ೃ⁀➷ When you catch his gaze, he was about to look at anything and everywhere but you. Yet once again, he was caught in a trance between the gleam of your eyes and the twinkle of your suddenly too bright, too wide smile.

ೃ⁀➷ Lo’ak and Spider got caught up in a rather standoff-ish conversation of who can climb trees better, leading them to go outside with Kiri and Tuk tailing behind them.

ೃ⁀➷ But you didn’t go, and he didn’t want to either, especially when he couldn’t stop staring.

ೃ⁀➷ He found himself crouching down, and you standing just mere inches away from him.

ೃ⁀➷ “what…what is this, lip thing you wear? Why do you wear it?”

ೃ⁀➷ you couldn’t help but giggle at the way his pointer finger rose to his lips, circling around while his head tilted at you.

ೃ⁀➷ “it’s something humans call lipgloss…I wear it because makes me feel prettier.”

ೃ⁀➷ He found himself nodding at your words, braids swaying across his shoulders and it made you grin. “Yes. You look very, very pretty— it looks very pretty— you look pretty with it—”

ೃ⁀➷ You giggle at his words but thank him, a subtle smirk curving those glossy lips, and he recognized the twinkle in your eyes, the false innocence within them.

ೃ⁀➷ “Would you like some?”

ೃ⁀➷ His nose would scrunch in confusion, head tilting at you. “Is it not only for sky people?”

ೃ⁀➷ “It can be for Na’vi too.”

ೃ⁀➷ This his tail sways even more at, intrigued to see how this substance would feel and look on him.

ೃ⁀➷ He is surprised when you walk forward, a smile of glee across your pretty features as you tilt your head up at him. Before he can get a word out, your mouth very subtly pushes against his slightly open one. It was odd, but it felt incredibly nice.

ೃ⁀➷ Flustered. So very flustered he grows with this sudden action, but he feels the stickiness across his lower lip, inhales the sweetness, accidentally tastes it and you catch the way his gold eyes spark.

ೃ⁀➷ “That…that was nice.” His nod is dumbfounded, expression dazed as he asks, “Can you do it again?”

ೃ⁀➷ You couldn't help but giggle because even in this state, he was still a gentleman.

ೃ⁀➷ Your giggles make his ears flicker once more, his braids tickling your skin. “Of course.”

ೃ⁀➷ Let’s just say his siblings then come in and find his mouth shining with your lipgloss while your swollen lips were absent from it.

ೃ⁀➷ Spider was smirking knowingly, Kiri rolling her eyes, Tuk confused to the silence, and Lo’ak’s face shocked.

ೃ⁀➷ “Bro, what the hell! You’re a girl now!”

༊*·˚ Lo’ak !

ೃ⁀➷ He thought it was food at first when he saw this weird glint on your mouth.

ೃ⁀➷ you had been eating something in the human outpost, so your mask had been discarded and it was easier to notice this.

ೃ⁀➷ “what is this…clean your mouth!”

ೃ⁀➷ you were a bit taken back, lower lip pursing out and brow raised.

ೃ⁀➷ that shine was odd to him but somehow…mesmerizing?

ೃ⁀➷ he, without thinking, reached out and dragged his rather big thumb over it, squinting at the odd texture of it.

ೃ⁀➷ “Lo’ak, what the hell! Back up, stop that—”

ೃ⁀➷ “I am trying to clean this…ew, why is it so sticky? What have you been eating?”

ೃ⁀➷ he inspects the stickiness on his thumb, nose scrunching in distaste before he brings it close and takes a small whiff.

ೃ⁀➷ “it’s lipgloss, you moron.”

ೃ⁀➷ it surprisingly has a good smell — a citrus tinge of some kind. It leads him to poke his tongue out and drag it over the tip of his thumb

ೃ⁀➷ “Lo’ak, no—”

ೃ⁀➷ it’s child-like, it’s freaking adorable the way he gives you a crooked grin.

ೃ⁀➷ “hey that shit’s good.”

ೃ⁀➷ he lumbers over you as he tries reaching for you to get another taste.

ೃ⁀➷“Give me more—”

ೃ⁀➷ “it’s not food, Lo’ak!”

ೃ⁀➷ “you get to have some but I can’t? That isn’t fair!”

ೃ⁀➷ he ends up falling over your tiny bed with him on you – a wheeze squeaking from your chest at his weight and the sound of your bed creaking.

ೃ⁀➷ “Shit – sorry, sorry–”

ೃ⁀➷ He hoists himself up, and he gives you that SHIT EATING GRIN once more when the breathing mask dangling around his neck hits your forehead.

ೃ⁀➷ “Ass.”

ೃ⁀➷ Your glare deceives the way your face blazes when his forearm rests right beside your head, that single beaded braid that sways across his temple ticking your scrunched up nose.

ೃ⁀➷ “Lo’ak, get off.”

ೃ⁀➷ “Nah…”

ೃ⁀➷ A thought then occurs to you when those gives you the ‘triangle method’ – both eyes, then your smirking mouth – before you act upon it.

ೃ⁀➷ “Fine, you want some? I’ll give you some–”

ೃ⁀➷ Your hands curl themselves over his shoulders and pull him down to place a solid kiss on his mouth, grinning at the way his eyes widen and how he jumps off you.

ೃ⁀➷ “Bro, what the hell is wrong with you!”

ೃ⁀➷ It’s amusing now – the sight of a tall blue alien in standing abruptly straight in your rather small room, ears and tail swaying, chest puffing, face flustered, eyes abroad, mouth fully shining from the gloss that once belonged to you.

ೃ⁀➷ “Oh c’mon, don’t tell me you didn’t like it! C’mon, now you got a better taste.”

ೃ⁀➷ Definitely tries to discreetly glide his tongue over his mouth though it’s obvious by the way his ears perk up.

ೃ⁀➷ He stares at you for a long moment, and your smug grin slowly starts to shrink as you realize what he’s about to do.

ೃ⁀➷ “Lo’ak…what – I swear you better–”

ೃ⁀➷ Jumps on your bed, grabs a huffing and giggling you in his arms and extends his neck to kiss you again

ೃ⁀➷ “I want another !”

ೃ⁀➷ This is how the two of you officiate a relationship, and he returns home every day with his face smeared with your lipgloss and a dazed out look in his eyes.

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[minkyungseokie]

That's My Girl || Charlie Bushnell

synopsis; charlie is proud of his girlfriend who happens to be red bull's golden girl

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note; reqeuested

fc; Amna Al Qubaisi

note2; I decided to use Amna Al Qubaisi, who's RB's Academy driver and is Emirati

I know it says academy. It's all I could find. Let me live 😭😭

To everyone who's requested a Smau, I'll get them out as soon as I can. This is my first smau, so it's not as good as I want it to be and it's not funny

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[crystlizabeth]

I love your stories!! And I was wondering if you would do some George Weasley x Reader where the reader is good friends with Ron ( same age as him, so like 2 years younger than George ) but has always had a crush on George. then while staying at the burrow for the holidays there is all this sexual tension and one night they kinda stumble across each other ( like while up for a glass of water or something ) and FINALLY have sex.

Yeah! I haven’t written form him before so i hope this is good!

Best friends brother..

Paring: George Weasley x POCfem!reader

Warnings: smut, cursing, reader is 18+ oral(f receiving) (p in v) 

The Weasley house was quiet as everyone slept, as for you, you couldn’t. You spent the last 20 minutes tossing and turning on the couch you couldn’t stay still nor clear your mind of your best friends brother, George to be exact. You knew Ron would have your head if you ever mentioned having a crush on his older brother.

But with coming over during the holidays you where bound to see him. Tension was building, how his eyes looked you up and down scanning you so shamelessly, the way his hand would ‘accidentally’ brush you wither it be your thigh when you sat next to him at the table, or the small of your back as he passed you. You could explode especially after to day. When you two stood alone in the kitchen helping make cookies, small talk going between each of you just the way he looking at you, how close his face was to yours. There was no fucking way he didn’t have a slight crush on you, his little brother’s best friend.

You snapped back after hearing foot steps come down the stairs you quickly move to your side closing your eyes pretending to be asleep. You could feel a presence lean over you then a hand touching your face creasing it lightly as of an intention not to disturb your ‘sleeping’ body.

“You’re so beautiful..” you heard Georges voices say, it soft and gentle as he looked down at you.

You could feel your face heat up at the complement “is the so..?” You said shyly.

His hand quickly moved from your face back to himself in a panic “oh- you’re awake, sorry! I didnt mean to wake you up!” His voice was panicked.

You turned your body looking at him, laughing at him. “Sorry i didnt mean to scare you.” You spoke sitting up.

“So you think I’m cute aye.” You smiled slightly tilting your head, looking at the red head that stood behind the couch.

He let out a ‘pff’ shoving his hand in his pockets, “yeah, yeah i do.” He said attempting to sound confident. A smile grew on your face watching him all embarrassed.

“Do you need some water I- I need some water.” He stumbled over his words pointing to the kitchen.

“You’re blushing a school girl, what happened to all the confidence from earlier getting all closed to me face like you where gonna kiss me but instead pulled away with a fat smirk as i stood there like an idiot.” You said teasing him as you got up walking to the kitchen. He didn’t say anything but he did fill up a cup with water turning to you as he took a slow drink of his water.

“Yeah, and?” He said plainly setting the cup down, his body leaned up against the counter.

The shirt he wore was a little small so it sat above is v line his pajama pants low on his waist. “Your eyes are wondering sweetheart..” your eyes shot back up to him seeing the smirk on his face.

“Common if you want me just say it.” He said, his cocky tone making you scoff.

He pushed himself off the counter walking towards you, you walked back finding yourself pinned against the counter. “Common baby use your words… i wanna hear you.” His voice was low and seductive.

“George..” you began, you watched his head tilt as he waited for you.

“kiss me, please kiss me.” You spoke, you couldn’t believe how fast all this had happen. How fast you folded. 

His lips connect with yours the kiss started soft and tamed, his hand wrapped around you his hands gripping your hips. A soft moan left your lips enjoying the moment, letting your hands over his shoulders going into his red hair.

His hands went down cupping your ass putting you on the counter. Georges lips disconnected from yours. He tilted your head up kissing your neck, his rosey lips kissed up and down finally finding the spot that made you squirm.

“George, oh merlin..” you moaned the heat between your legs building up yearning for contact.

“Dont be to loud you don’t want everyone hearing you now do we?” He said his hands wandering to the top of your shorts. “Is this okay?” He asked your permission to take your shorts off.

“Yes.” In one smooth motion he slipped the shorts off your body as you sat on the counter feeling the cool air hit your heat.

“No panties?” He smiled shamelessly. His fingers trailed up your thigh, you opened your legs to him more his long fingers faintly trailed up your heat coating his fingers in your slick.

“Fuck.. your so wet…” he spoke making eye contact with you as he stuck his fingers in his mouth tasting you on his tongue. You watched as his eyes rolled back in enjoyment the taste of you making him moan.

You watched as he lowered his head between your legs, his warm tongue sliding up between your folds a blissful moan escaping your mouth. Georges hands came up grabbing your tights pulling you in closer as he devoured you. One of his hands came up to your clit rubbing circles, his tongue moved in an erotic manner bring you closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, just like that.” You moaned out, your hand slapped over you mouth to keep your pleads more quiet. The not in your stomach building up, your thighs presses themselves together not able to touch for the red head between your legs. “George..fuck im gonna cum” you warned your body jolting slightly having the wave of pleasure as he ate you to the end if your high.

He stood up straight leaning over your body that laid on to the counter. “You tase to good..” he said quietly licking is lips.

You cover your face at his words how four words rolled off his tongue so lewdly. “Common baby let ne see your face.” His hands wrapping around your wrist pulling them off your face, a teasing smile appearing on his face as he saw the state you where in.

“Hello beautiful its good to see your face again, not that i didn’t enjoy the view of earlier.” He chuckled, you smacked his chest only for him to let out a laugh.

“Stop. Oh my god.” You spoke to him a slight laugh could be heard from your tone.

“You loved every second of it..” he said his lips brushing over yours.

“Mmhm, i did.” You finished pulling him down to kiss you.

“I want you.” You said between kisses. You could feel his hard on rub against you as you made out.

“Please let me have you..” you begged moving your hips to make some sort of friction between you both.

He moved away pushing you back on the counter as he pulled his pants down a little bit taking himself out he lined himself up with you, he looked up at to to make sure you where okay with this just to check. You gave him a nod, in one swift motion he slid in to you. A soft whimper leaving his lips ad he felt your walls adjust around him.

He started to move the pleasure running over you made your head fall back a hushed moan coming from your lips as you felt his hips hit yours making sure he filled every inch of you. His hands gently began to massage your breast taking your nub into its mouth his wet tongue swirling around your harden nip. He continued to abuse your flesh leaving light hickeys on your darker complexion.

The kitchen was filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and soft moans and whimpers. George could feel himself coming to his end he moved up looking at your face as he fucked you. He watched how your mouth was slightly gaped your eyes squeeze shut. “Hey look at me, i wanna see you pretty little eyes as i make you cum again.”

You opened your eyes meeting his brown ones, his red hair falling in to his face. You felt that familiar not build up again but faster this time as he hit the right spot over and over. He sat up pushing your legs open giving him more access, he looked down watching himself as he fucked you. “Common sweet girl cum for me.” His voice was smooth.

Your hands gripped his forearms feeling yourself come undone. “Good girl just like that..” the praise left his lips as he thrusted a few more times carrying your through your orgasm. He pulled out letting his seed spill on your stomach a quiet moan of your name left his lips as the ropes of cum laced your stomach.

Heavy breathing came between you as you sat up he cleaned himself up as he got a wash rag to wipe himself off your stomach. “Sorry if its cold.” He apologized before wiping the cum of you. You two stood there quietly cleaning up yourselves the sound of a door opening putting you both in a panic as he threw your shorts at you your hurriedly put them on almost falling in the process.

You turned around to see Ron, he didn’t say anything just looked his tired eyes squinting as George leaned against the sink taking a drink if water. A quite scoff came from the younger red head he wasn’t awake enough to question anything and just walked back up the stairs.

“He’s gonna say something at breakfast whats the excuse?” You asked

“I just fucked you on The counter.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“I will break that water glass over your head.”

“I was just kidding,” he laughed “i came down to get water and woke you up on accident so we started talking.” He said a smile on his face.

You nodded, you didn’t know how you would explain this whole situation to Ron or if you even wanted to it all depends what happens after tonight. George walked over to you “i would invite you to come up to my bed but don’t want to get caught, so good night..” he said quietly giving you a kiss on your cheek then your lips his hand dragged along the small of your back as he walked towards the stairs.

“Sleep well.” Was the last thing he said before returning to his room.

How the fuck where you supposed to sleep after that. .

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