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catt-leya · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could do an enemies to lovers?? I’m so original, but maybe where they are on a run and get lose, and get into a huge fight because reader says they’re lost, but Rick is too stubborn to admit it:) plzzz and thank you!! Also love your posts btw, the bests toe curling pussy twisting smut I’ve read

Hurts So Good || Rick Grimes 18+ ❣Darker❣

Thank you so much for the request 💗 I LOVE enemies to lovers and I tried to make it up to you 💕

Soooo it's new for me to write Rick that way. Please look into my trigger warnings and I hope there are some people liking it 👉🏼👈🏼💗

Trigger: cnc (?), gun play, breeding, degrading, sir kink, darker Rick yeah he's a warning and my usual smutty stuff

You stuff a blanket in the trunk of the car and listen to your best friend talk about her new boyfriend.

You love her to death, but since you arrived in Alexandria, she barely talks about anything but Spencer. Spencer this. Spencer that.

Somehow the two of them found each other and actually got together. That has changed your topics of conversation.

So you grit your teeth and listen to the oh-so-awesome Spencer bring her a bouquet of flowers yesterday.

It's not that you're jealous or anything.

No, you don't even feel like getting involved with a guy, but you just don't like Spencer and you let him feel that every time.

Now, though, you're a good friend and smile at her, "Sweetie, I gotta go."

Several times she blinks at you, as if she's forgotten why you packed some things in the car behind you, before sighing, "Oh yeah. How long is the run scheduled for?"

You shrug and lean your butt against the car, "I don't know. Rick wasn't sure how long we'd be on the road, so I packed a few things for several days and nights."

She nods slowly and you take a deep breath, "I don't even know where we are going."

You notice her glance sideways past you and know she's looking at Rick, who's a few feet away discussing something with Michonne.

Without looking at you, she says, "I'd really like to go with you."

Surprised, your eyebrows go up. Your best friend is not a person who likes to be out in the outside world. She likes the safety of Alexandria, and that's probably why she fell in love with Spencer.

When she looks at you again, she notices your gaze and shrugs, "Not that I necessarily want to fight walkers. I'm happy to leave that up to you. But I'd just like to see you in a little car with Rick, trying not to go for each other's throats."

You roll your eyes, but can't hold back a grin.

The fact is, you already like Rick just fine, it's just that your kind of 'friendship' is driving each other crazy.

Much to the sake of everyone else. That's why it's better that it's just the two of you and you can pick each other apart in peace.

You're about to say something back when you hear Rick call out, "Are you done, sweetheart?"

Again you roll your eyes and smile at him sugary sweet, "Whenever you are, sugar bum."

The nickname Rick gave you at the very beginning gets on your nerves and he knows it very well, that's why he calls you by your real name extremely rarely and always teases you with his stupid 'sweetheart'.

The way he pronounces the word with his broad southern accent sometimes makes you blush unintentionally and to cover that you started to give him the strangest nicknames in between.

As always, he doesn't seem to care and nods goodbye to Michonne, which is your sign to say goodbye to your friend as well.

She frowns, "Sugar bum?"

You bite your lower lip, "I couldn't think of anything else."

She doesn't respond for a moment, until she bursts out laughing, "Oh my God..."

Smiling, you pull her into your arms and murmur, "Take care of yourself" in her ear.

"You take care of yourself, too."

Before you let her go, she whispers softly, "You blushed again, honey. Watch out you don't start drooling if he calls you that again."

Gently, you punch her in the arm and hiss, "I won't."

As she looks you in the face, it feels like she knows more than you do and you have to avert your eyes.

Slowly, you walk around the car and climb into the passenger seat.

You'll have another quick glance at your friend as Rick opens the door to the driver's seat and drops into it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him push the sleeves of his blue shirt further up and then pull the door shut.

Without a word to you, he shifts into first gear and drives through the open gate.

You suppress a soft sigh and lean your head against the window beside you.

For a long time you don't speak a word to each other and you think that Rick doesn't want to start a fight as long as you depend on each other beyond all measure.

After a few hours, you exchange positions and he calmly instructs you to follow the road until you come to the next intersection. When you ask him approximately how long that will take, he just mutters, "Long enough, sweetheart."

You stifle a comment that his answer is vague and start up.

Again and again you look over at him out of the corner of your eye and at some point his soft snoring enters your ear.

Unwillingly, you have to smile and now look at him properly.

His head is leaning against the window pane, like yours before, and his arms are crossed in front of his chest.

Although you can't see his eyes, you know they're exactly the same color as his shirt, and because he has those beautiful dark curls, his eyes always seem much brighter in the daylight.

You catch yourself thinking about him way too hard and jerk your head back around to look at the street.

Again and again you repeat in your head: I don't care how beautiful his eyes are.

For some time you force yourself to look at the road, but eventually you weaken again and look back at the sleeping leader next to you.

He wrinkles his nose slightly in his sleep and you can't help but notice how soft and almost innocent he looks in his sleep. You could easily forget how many people he has already killed with his hands, looking at his soft features now.

Even with the grayish beard, he looks much younger in his sleep and as you catch yourself staring at his pink slightly parted lips, you mutter, "Holy shit."

It's not supposed to be that loud, but immediately Rick slams his eyes open growling, "What's wrong?"

Sleepily, he looks at you and frowns. All softness is gone from his features and you don't even realize you're still staring at him until he grumbles, "Look at the road and not at me."

The fact that he caught you staring at him by your own stupidity, makes you blush and you immediately look back at the road, "Sorry."

Now it's you who feels his gaze on you, praying that he'll just let it go, but hope is in vain, "What happened?"

"Nothing," your voice is a little too high and you hear Rick sigh softly, "Then why were you staring at me like that?"

His snotty question, makes you snap, "I wasn't staring at you, you dumbass."

"So did you strain your neck or what?" he teases.

He knows for a fact that you were staring at him and now he's going to use it to drive you up the wall, which unfortunately works out just fine, "You were snoring so loud I wanted to make sure you weren't going to use it to attract walkers."

He snorts and you mentally pat yourself on the back.

You can finally get back to focusing on the track ahead of you.

You drive for what seems like an eternity on the road Rick told you about, then ask him, "Are you sure this is the right place? It doesn't look like there's anything here."

You've long since left the housing complexes and now there's nothing here but woods. Not even a small field where you could find crops is visible and you frown, "Rick?"

By the time you look to him, he's pulled out a map too and seeing his lost look, you groan, "You have no idea where we are."

His jaw tenses before he growls, "I know exactly where we are."

You spot a narrow path at the edge of the woods and pull off to stop, then turn in your seat to Rick, "Where are we, Sheriff?"

Vaguely he points to a spot on the map and you lean over to take a look at it too, "You don't think we're anywhere near Atlanta yourself, do you? We should have seen the skyline by now, Rick."

The forest he points to is close to the big city, and when you left Alexandria, you were going in the opposite direction.

But of course Rick wouldn't admit he has no idea which forest you're parked in, "The trees are just so tall we can't see the skyline."

You lean forward some more and your chest brushes his arm, "Why don't you just admit you have no idea where we are and let us out of this damn forest?"

He stiffens a little and then grumbles, "I know where we are."

You groan in annoyance, "Oh Rick." If your breasts weren't touching his upper arm, you wouldn't have even noticed, but he flinches as the words leave your mouth and immediately you blush.

You know what he must be thinking about and then you quickly say, "Swallow your pride and admit that you got us in deep shit."

Rick snorts and turns his head in your direction.

Because you're still leaning so close to him, his face is suddenly way too close and you slide back into your seat as he growls, "Maybe it's your fault if I couldn't tell you 100% where we are right now."

You laugh out loud because he phrases it as if it's just a possibility and not a fact that he doesn't know what shitty forest you're hanging out in, "My fault? How so? YOU told me to take the road."

He throws the map in the back seat and looks at you with bright eyes, "I told you to go all the way to the intersection. It's not my fault you stared at me for half the drive and probably passed the intersection when you needed to catch your drool."

Staring at him in disbelief, you almost shriek, "You miserable asshole."

You yank open the car door and get out, because if you didn't, you'd rip Rick's head off.

But instead of leaving you alone, he gets out too and you throw your arms up in the air, "How could I have ever gotten involved in going on a run with you?"

You go back and forth, "If we croak, it's your fault. Only your fault. You got that?"

Rick thrusts his hands on his hips and growls, "Sure, if it makes you happy."

Jerking, you look him in those ridiculously beautiful eyes, "Happy? You know what would make me happy?"

Your voice becomes shrill, "If I wasn't standing in the middle of nowhere with you."

You can see him struggling for self-control and clenching his hands into fists, "We. Are. Not. Lost." Every word is a growl and you turn your back on him, "I'll check the road for a sign so I know where we are if you're too proud for that."

You take a step and he demands, "You stay here."

Laughing in disbelief, you look at him over your shoulder, "Oh yeah? I'm certainly not taking orders from you now."

He takes a step toward you, "Stay here."

At his full height, he towers over you significantly and if he were to reach out, he could touch you. Challengingly you look at him, "Or what, Rick? What are you going to do if I just leave now and let you sit here, huh?"

Something you can't place flashes in his eyes and your eyes lock onto his Adam's apple as he swallows hard.

Suddenly your throat goes dry and instead of just going and leaving like you cockily announced, you stop in front of him and wait for his reaction.

You blame it on the adrenaline in your veins that you suddenly feel the need to reach out and put your hand on his chest.

To feel his heartbeat beneath your palm.

Your body leans towards him, that's when you hear a crack in the bushes and before you can even react, Rick has already drawn his gun and is aiming at whatever should come out from between the trees.

Groaning, a lone walker emerges from the trees and when Rick doesn't lower his gun, you put your hand on the cold barrel of the gun and press it down a bit: "We can take him."

He doesn't quite lower the gun and looks down at you, breathing heavily.

You give him a weak smile, "Let me do that."

Gently you push the gun down even further and when he finally lowers it, you disengage from him and pull the knife on your thigh.

This one walker gives you no trouble and as he lies dead at your feet, you turn back to Rick who is watching you.

Still holding the gun, he looks to you and you clear your throat quietly, "What, you need to get something off your chest?"

The silence is cutting until he harshly demands, "Come here."

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief, "Haven't we been through this? I don't take orders from you."

His eyes don't leave you for a second as he lifts his chin slightly and hisses, "You come here now, or I'll come to you, and you don't want that. Trust me."

Your whole body screams to move toward him to find out what he wants, but your stubbornness is not so easily put out of action, "Rick-"

The knuckles around his gun turn white, "Now."

The tone in his voice actually makes you walk toward him, and as soon as you're within his reach, he grabs you by the arm and tugs you toward the hood.

His grip is so tight that you struggle against him, suddenly feeling something like panic as you realize you don't stand a chance against Rick.

He pushes you in front of him like a doll and presses your upper body onto the hood.

Panicked, you try to push yourself up with your hands, but his hand is heavy on your back and you flounder helplessly on the hood, "What are you doing? Let go of me!"

Your breathing becomes frantic and you can hardly believe it, but you're actually afraid of Rick.

When you think about how innocently he was sleeping next to you in the car earlier and now he's forcing you to bend over the hood, you feel sick.

You try to take a deep breath and relax as best you can as you murmur as softly as you can, "Let go of me, please."

Never having thought about how strong Rick actually is, you force yourself not to fidget as he takes a step closer behind you and you feel his leg against your thigh.

You barely recognize his voice as he whispers, "Stop talking, sweetheart."

Your heart stops for a moment at your nickname and you have to suppress a soft whimper as you feel his hand on your neck.

He's so...close to you.

You can barely think straight through fear and what feels like arousal.

Rick can feel your resistance slowly weakening and he dares to loosen his grip on your neck a little.

When you don't move an inch, he whispers softly, "Good girl."

Shit, he totally digs it when you push up against him. He loves the games you always play when you're teasing each other. He enjoys every minute of it, but after all that shit today, he's had enough.

In fact, he has no idea where you guys are and you having to rub it in his face all the time is driving him nuts.

He sees himself as a pretty controlled man, but as he watched you take out the walker, he couldn't suppress the feeling of finally breaking you for him.

How much he wants you to submit to him is almost laughable.

Quietly, you lie on the hood in front of him and he can't help but look at your pretty ass, which is maddening in those tight jeans.

Rick takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as his cock presses uncomfortably against his pants.

He doesn't really think about it as he rests his gun-holding hand on your soft ass and the cold barrel of the gun slides between your thighs. Roughly you groan and push yourself against him a bit, which surprises you so much yourself that you wince and hope that he hasn't noticed.

The hope quickly disappears as he pulls the barrel a little higher again and you take a loud breath.

Watching your body react is mesmerizing and he stares at your ass, which keeps trying to push against him, "Sweetheart?"

Mortified, you close your eyes and murmur, "Yes, Rick?"

He releases his hand from your neck and briefly you think about straightening up to get away from him, but as his hand reaches around you to grab your pants, your body resists the thought of getting away from Rick's hand and you remain still on the hood, waiting to see what Rick is trying to do.

He turns a little in your direction and instead of his leg, his cock is now pressing against your thigh and he murmurs softly, "Spread your legs."

Your stomach tightens and you do as he says, which makes him laugh harshly, "Oh, when it comes to me touching your pussy, you suddenly do as I say."

It's so incredibly humiliating and you could cry as he pulls your underpants, including panties, down so far that the fabric stretches around your thighs and the cool air hits the embarrassing wetness between your legs.

Almost as if driven by self-preservation, you do try to straighten up, but he quickly pushes you back onto the hood, "Stay down."

These little moments when you seem to be struggling after all turns him on incredibly and he slides a hand between your thighs.

A jolt goes through your body as Rick's fingers brush over your most intimate spot and you hear him moan harshly.

You bite your lower lip as you feel the cool barrel of his gun contrast with his warm fingers on your skin.

He slowly slides the gun in the direction where his fingers linger and immediately you tense, "What are you doing?" You barely recognize your own voice, but you don't care and croak again, "Rick?"

He can literally feel the panic you're feeling, and it's probably completely wrong that that's exactly what's making him harder.

Rick slides the barrel of his gun between your butt cheeks, enjoying the way you flinch as the metal of the gun digs into your soft skin.

He pulls his fingers from your wetness and instead slides his gun between your already swollen labia, "You take what I give you, sweetheart."

You whimper, "You can't be serious."

Firmly he pushes the barrel of the gun an inch inside you, "Does this feel like I'm not serious?"

The barrel is wide and you so damn tight that you feel like he's tearing you apart inch by inch as he slowly pushes it inside you. As he does so, the legitimate thought that the gun is loaded fades completely into the background and all you can feel is the cold thickness penetrating deeper and deeper into you.

Groaning, you squirm and gasp, "It's too big. It hurts."

Your pussy clenches around the barrel and Rick pushes it in a little deeper again, "Does it?"

Whimpering, you nod and look up at him for the first time since he forced you over the hood.

As you look at him with eyes veiled in arousal, his cock twitches and he tilts his head a little, "Why don't you beg me to stop then?"

He pushes the barrel a little deeper into you again and you moan, "Rick..."

It feels so incredibly dirty to be at his mercy like this, and yet you want more.

Pathetically, you try not to tighten around the barrel of the gun again, taking in as much as you can, which doesn't escape Rick's notice, and he grumbles, "Then stop lying and take it like a good girl. All of it."

Trembling, you yip, "Turn me over. I want to look at you while I do it."

He pulls the gun back a little and immediately you miss how deep it was inside you.

"What was that?"

You can tell by his voice what he wants.

What he's always wanted.

For you to beg him.

"Please, turn me around. I'll take anything you give me, but please...I want to look at you while I do it-" Briefly you take a breath "Sir."

Growling, he grabs your waist and reaches around you so he can spin you around so you're sitting on the hood and he can keep the barrel of the gun inside you.

With your lips slightly parted, you watch Rick pull your pants down to your calves and then climb over them so he can stand between the fabric and your body like he's trapped.

But only you feel like you can barely breathe because he's so close to you and your pussy is still being stretched.

Finally he looks you in the face again and the pure lust in his eyes makes you lean forward and put your lips firmly on his.

Rick grabs your chin with his free hand, pushing the barrel of the gun deeper into you again.

The feeling is so intense that you break the kiss and bite his lower lip to stifle a loud groan.

With his hand on your chin, he forces you to open your mouth and release himself so he can lean in and murmur into your ear as he thrusts into you again, "Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like me fucking you like a whore with my gun?"

The thought of what he keeps thrusting into you makes you go crazy and you bury your face in the hollow where his shoulder meets his neck to muffle your moans, "Yes, oh god yes..."

You could never tell anyone what you let him do to you and that makes it all that much more wicked.

Your moans vibrate against Rick's hold and he takes his second hand to touch your clit.

It's only a small touch, but your hands tangle in his hair and he continues to tease, "So pathetic."

He knows exactly what he's doing and what he's denying you as you start to move on his hand to get more, but the circles he draws around your clit are too slow and he knows it.

Whimpering, you cry, "Please, Rick...please, sir."

You're so pathetic in his arms that he can't suppress a laugh, "Stop whining."

He's pushed you to the point where you'll do anything for him.

Anything just so he wouldn't stop.

Trembling, you spread your legs as wide as you can and push your hips closer to him, but his touch remains frustratingly light and gentle, making you cry, "I'm begging you...please...what do you want me to do...I'll do anything..."

He presses a little harder on your clit and your pussy tightens around the gun inside you, "Anything then?"

You jerk your head back to look him pleadingly in the eyes as you whimper, "Anything."

He loves seeing that addiction in your eyes and he tilts his head as he pulls the gun out of your dripping pussy and you moan in protest, "No..."

Rick raises his eyebrows, "First you don't want to and now you do?"

Normally you're eye-to-eye with Rick, but his cocky demeanor makes you shrink into yourself and you whisper, "Please."

His eyes slide over your soft features and flushed cheeks, and he holds the gun shiny from your wetness in front of your face, "Lick it clean."

You hesitate for a second before looking him in the beautiful blue eyes and leaning forward to put the gun in your mouth. At the taste of your own, you roll your eyes and let out a muffled moan before looking back up at him.

Slowly, you let the gun slide out of your mouth and lick it with your tongue.

Rick can't take his eyes off you even if he wanted to.

The way you lick the gun that took so many lives, as if it were his cock and the most beautiful gift in the world, makes even the last rational thought fizzle out and he hisses, "Unzip my pants."

He sets the gun down next to you on the hood and leans back a bit as you reach for his pants with shaky hands.

His cock pressing against the fabric is hard to miss, and your mouth waters as you think of him replacing the gun that was inside you earlier with his cock now.

You undo his holster, which immediately falls to the floor, and then his belt, which holds his pants low on his hips.

Your heart hammers in your chest and you feel your wetness dripping onto the hood below you.

He watches you undo his pants and then reach for the waistband to pull them down over his ass.

His cock immediately pops out and a low moan escapes you.

Your eyes are fixed firmly on the twitching cock in front of you and your pussy clenches at the sight.

The way you sit there and can't look away is the best thing he's seen in a long time.

The fact that a few minutes ago you were still resisting and trembling with fear, while now you are begging to be fucked by him is all he can think about.

You are still staring at his cock, when Rick grabs you by the waist and pulls you to the edge of the hood so that his tip presses against your pussy and you look him breathlessly in the eyes, "Please."

You wiggle your ass to somehow get him inside you, but his hands on your hips are firm and unyielding, "Please what, sweetheart?"

He lifts his hips a little and slides his shaft over your wetness, making you moan hoarsely, "Please, sir. Please, please, please."

You've never begged before and never intended to, but right now all you want is for him to have mercy on you and let you wrap your wet walls around him.

He leans in and his lips graze your ear, "Will you do whatever I want you to do?" His accent is wider than usual with arousal and you gasp, "Yes, sir."

Rick presses an inch into you as a reward and growls, "Always?"

Completely will-less, you press your torso against his and whimper, "Yes, sir."

Another inch, "Good girl."

His tongue licks over your neck, "Do you want my cock?"

Moaning, you close your eyes and breathe, "Yes, sir."

Your voice breaks on the last word and as a reward Rick thrusts his hips forward replacing what was previously the barrel of the gun inside you.

The metal from his gun was cool inside you, whereas his cock twitches hot and heavy inside you, making you almost pass out.

Your hands tighten in the fabric of his shirt to find purchase as he pulls back slightly and then thrusts slowly and deeply into you again.

Gasping, you bury your face against his neck as your pussy clenches around him again and again.

The feel of your wet walls around his cock, makes his heart stop for a moment and a low growl escapes his throat.

You feel so good around his hard cock and every time your pussy tightens around him, it feels like you're just pulling him deeper inside you.

He releases one hand from your hip and uses it to push your hair to the side so he can spread wet kisses on your neck, and you willingly tilt your head to the side to give him more room.

Slowly his thrusts get firmer and faster, causing a smacking sound between your legs that you don't even have to be ashamed of as Rick gasps against your neck, "Fuck, you're so wet for me."

He fucks you so hard you feel like he's rearranging your guts, and you dig your teeth into his neck to stifle a loud moan as he slides his hand between you to press on your clit.

You're already so incredibly sensitive there that you whimper, "I'm about to cum."

His circles around your clit speed up and your whole body is on fire, but he hisses, "No."

You tug at his shirt, "I can't take it anymore."

To torture you, his circles tighten and your legs start to shake.

You force yourself to work against the orgasm as he thrusts firmly into you, "You'll cum when I tell you to, sweetheart."

Him calling you 'sweetheart' only makes it worse and you try to slide away from him so you can comply with his request and not cum on his cock yet.

But his grip is tight and you're too weak to pull away, "Rick...you have to stop...I can't...oh god..."

Your whole body tenses and tears come to your eyes as you actively fight against your release.

It's almost sad that you want to make him proud by suppressing your orgasm and he just hisses, "You take what I give you and I swear I'll spank you if you cum without my permission."

Tears roll down your cheeks and you sob, "I can't take it anymore."

His fingers on your clit and his cock in your pussy feels too good and as he growls harshly, "Now." It tears you apart from the inside.

Never in your life have you come so hard and desperate as when pressed against Rick's body.

Your pussy pulses around his hardness and the feel of your tears leaving wet trails down his neck only turns him on more and he can't help but lay claim on you, "Whose pussy is that, sweetheart?"

Your whole body trembles under his grip and you give a long drawn out moan, "Yours, sir."

He rewards you by pulling his head back a little and kissing you hard on the lips and then gasps, "When I've come in your pussy, it's not just mine. Then you're mine."

Your foggy brain only hears that he's going to come inside you and you panic, "Rick...no...not inside me."

He grabs your chin and looks at you questioningly as he keeps fucking you and you whimper, "Please don't."

You look up at him pleading and trembling and his cock twitches inside your pussy wet with cum, making him grumble harshly, "You're shaking from cumming all over my cock and begging me to stop? You don't really want me to stop doing this...you like when I make your little pussy all wet and sticky, huh?"

Your last resistance breaks and you bring a soft "yes" to your lips before he presses his mouth over yours again and his beard scrapes across your chin.

His fingers dig into your hips and you know you'll be carrying away marks tomorrow as he stiffens and moans harshly into your mouth as he comes jerking inside you.

You've never had a man come inside you before and at the warm feeling spreading through your belly as he thrusts his warm cum into you, you whimper against his swollen lips.

You feel him softening inside you and you pull away from the kiss, blinking.

The adrenaline rush slowly wears off and you stare at Rick in disbelief.

Not only because he did this to you, no, but also because you can't believe yourself that you let him do this to you.

He pulls his cock out of your pussy and you feel his cum mixed with yours dripping onto the hood.

Speechless, you stare at his pretty face as he looks between your legs and slides his hand between them.

He gathers up what's dripping out of you and pushes his fingers, saying, "You are supposed to say 'thank you'." Into your overused pussy.

As if in a trance, you say, "Thank you, sir." And he nods in satisfaction.

Rick surprisingly gently pulls you off the hood and pulls your pants back up over your ass.

You find your own thoughts, "Why did you do that?"

You look so utterly confused that this amuses him deeply and he raises an eyebrow, "What do you mean? That I fucked you or that I put your pants back on?"

He sees you swallow, "The fucking."

Unimpressed, he shrugs, "I wanted you, so I took you. Get used to it."

Speechless, your mouth drops open and he adjusts his own pants as he reaches for his gun on the hood, "We should spend the night here and see where we are in the morning."

You don't even realize he just admitted he doesn't know where you are and can't suppress a whimper as he pulls away from you and walks around the car to the driver's door.

Shit, you're dependent on him.

Something you never wanted, but you already miss his hands on your body and run after him like a lonely puppy begging him to sit on his lap.

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erwinsmithsmissingleftarm · 2 months

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I just read “how the veterans would fuck you” and 🧎🏻‍♀️ you were being so real 🤭 can we have more hange pls 👉🏼👈🏼

I feel like writing Hange today 😞❤

! Hange is female bodied !

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You never imagined that behind her cute and innocent face, Hange could be a total freak. You even thought that you would be the dominant one in bed but god knows how wrong you were. It's only when Hange started to attack your neck with hickeys and bites that you understood that she won't let you be on top. It's not like the idea of being at Hange's mercy was making you uncomfortable because as soon as she squeezed one of your breasts, your panties became completely wet.

Your weak protests were soon blocked inside your throat as Hange's fingers unbuttoned your pants. She threw all your clothes on the floor, leaving both of you all naked. Not being very embarrassed, Hange eagerly grabbed and spread your legs wide to reveal your pussy. Ignoring your shy whines, she ran her finger into your wet slit, taunting your clitoris.

Your girlfriend already knew how to make you lose control of your body.

Of course, Hange noticed how much it was easy for her to turn you into a moaning mess and she decided to use it to her advantage. It did not take too long for her teasing nature to come back, her gentle mockery making you blush furiously.

As her fingers continued to tease your entrance, Hange slowly leaned in and locked your lips together into a needy and hot kiss. A low hiss escaped your mouth as your walls stretched around her fingers, a little bit of pain mixed with pleasure. You gave her a pout and she replied with a chuckle, kissing your face as an apology for the sudden penetration. You could not stay mad very long after her as her fingers soon moved faster in and out of your clenching pussy, whimpers coming out of your mouth like a sweet melody.

Hange was... so good at it that it drove you crazy. She was able to turn you into an obedient little whore with you simply doing whatever she told you. You spread your legs wider like she asked, trying to keep them open by holding them with your shaky hands. Your orgasm was approaching and you knew it by the tingling feeling in your stomach. But when you felt Hange's tongue touching your puffy clit, you were immediately sent to heaven.

Your thoughts became foggy as shivers of pleasure ran up and down your body, making you incapable of saying complet words. All you could say were incomprehensible babbles as your half-closed eyes looked at Hange and her grinning face.

"What's up sweetheart, tired already? Come on, I haven't even cum yet."

God, you never felt that good in your life.

#hange x reader smut #hange zoe smut #hange zoe x reader #hange zoe #hange smut #hange aot #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot #attack on titan

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kissesforsatoru · 10 months

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Yandere Ran tying up his virgin girlfriend who never even had a boyfriend and finally agreed to sleep with Ran after waiting for 4 months 👉🏼👈🏼

TIE ME UP, LAY ME DOWN | wc : 3.4k

HAITANI RAN x FEM!READER

₊˚⌗ ran has been so patient. so, so reassuring and attentive with you. he deserves a nice little reward, and you give it to him in the form of fluffy, purple handcuffs.

⤷ cw : NSFW 18+, general yandere themes, thoughts about non-con but no actual non-con, bondage (handcuffs), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, ran has a big dick, dirty talk, virgin! reader, somewhat shy reader turned into a slut, ran is a tease, but so is reader lowkey, praise, he calls you a good girl a few times, use of pet names (baby, pretty girl, sweet thing, and reader calls ran "ran baby"), way too much kissing, not joking guys there's a shit ton of kissing, bad grammar. this is not edited. please let me know if i missed anything.

note : pls pls ignore how bad the layout is on pc, i don't know why it looks like that and i can't figure out how to fix it 😭

ran loves to kiss you.

he loves the feeling of your lips against his, with you shyly following along ‘cause you've never done this shit before. he loves your cute little noises whenever he presses into you a little too aggressively or licks along your lips for you to open up. he loves the feeling of your body under him, the warmth of you and the way you squirm cause the kiss is just too much for you to handle. he especially loves the taste of you. he goes crazy whenever you give him a little passage, parting your pretty lips for him to delve his tongue inside and lap and taste and savor how fucking delicious you are. and god, you’re the most delicious thing ran has ever tasted.

he gets so fucking turned on whenever he kisses you, and it drives him crazy. he's never gotten so hard from a little kissing before, but you– you make him feel like his dick is gonna fall off because of how hard it is.

you never let him go too far though, never let him get past a barely heated make out before you start pushing at his chest and grabbing at his arms that've dipped under your shirt, telling him that you aren't ready.

ran loves you, he's downright crazy about you, really, but he'll really die if he has to shamefully go jack himself off while thinking of all the nasty things he wants to do to you one more time. it’s not good enough; his hand and thoughts can only do so much compared to the real thing that he’s fantasized about plenty. he wants to utterly ruin you, but you just won't let him.

he’s had thoughts in passing to just pretend he doesn’t hear you when you tell him to stop, let himself get lost in you, kiss his way down your body, pin you under him and shove his cock all the way in and fuck you nice and rough. whisper dirty things in your ear and humiliate you till you’re crying as you cream around his cock. but ran knows that you would hate him if he did that, and that kills him. he’s got you right where he wants you, and he refuses to ruin that because he’s horny. abnormally horny, yes, but sex still isn’t worth his relationship with you. he’s worked too damn hard to convince you that he’s not a playboy using you for sex for him to go and do exactly that.

so, whenever you tell him not yet, he pulls away, withdrawals his hands from your godsent body, kisses you sweetly on your forehead and then tells you, it’s okay baby, we can wait as long as you need. even if it’s bullshit and he really can’t fucking wait to have his cock buried deep inside of you, he still says it, reassures you as much as you need. he wants you comfortable with him, wants you to trust him so that he can finally have his way with you sooner than later.

it’s another one of those times where he’s got you pressed under him on the bed and he just can’t get enough of you, licking messily into your mouth and pushing his hands under your shirt to knead your soft, plush skin. you’re whining and squirming, as you always do, trying to kiss him back the best you can, but his kiss is imposing, too needy and too fast for you to really keep up. you’re still pliant though, allowing him to rub his hands on your hips and kiss into you roughly, groaning when you run your hands through his hair and tug gently.

he thinks you’ve come an awful long way from when the two of you first started dating at least. you never used to feel him up or pull him closer, just shyly grab at his shoulders as he kisses you, but now you’ve gotten so bold to tug on his hair when you know how riled up that gets him; it drawls out fluttery moans from him that make you sigh a laugh as you melt even more into the kiss. as much as he loves the feeling though, he hates it when you do that because of how turned on it makes him. you get him all fucked up just to deny him the next second.

he jokes to you all the time about how damn cruel you can be to do that to him, but you always tell him you promise you’ll make it worth his while one of these days. he’s damn set on holding you to that.

“mmh– ran baby, hang on a sec,” you struggle to say through kisses. ran doesn’t pull away still at your protest; he crawls further on top of you, pressing himself against you as he squeezes your hips and keeps placing wet kisses to your mouth. it’s not until you gently push on his shoulders that he groans and finally sits up, looking down at you with a cute little pout.

“’m sorry, just… just hang on a sec,” you say to him as you push yourself up too, panting softly.

“too much? wanna stop already?” he asks you, a disappointed lilt emerging his tone. you shake your head curtly before pushing yourself off the bed. Ran quickly grabs onto your wrists and tugs you back.

“where ya goin’ then, pretty girl?”

“got’ya something. just wait here.”

“give it t’ me later. ‘m not done kissin’ you,” he drawls as he pulls you closer to place kiss you, leaning further towards you to deepen it, but you pull away and push at his hand to let go of your wrist.

“promise i’ll be quick and you’re really gonna like it. we can, uh, kiss some more when i get back,” you scamper out of the room before ran can grab onto you again, hands on your cheeks to feel how warm they are. kissing just gets you so flustered every time, ran does it so sensually and imposingly that it makes you wanna squeal. the warmth in your cheeks only blazes more when you pull out what you got for your boyfriend from the shopping bag, realizing that kissing isn’t the only thing you’ll be doing tonight.

your stomach flutters as you nervously walk back into the room to see ran laying back on the bed. he sits back up and wraps his arms around your waist when you crawl onto his lap, ready to get back to kissing you already, but you hold out a pair of purple, fluffy hand cuffs in front of his face before he can. he takes them from you, looks at them for a second, and then at you with a raised eyebrow.

“baby, what the fuck? what’re these for?”

“saw ‘em in your cart on that porn website when you let me use your computer the other day,” you say looking away from him, “and, uh, i wanna… i wanna try them with you,” you whisper the last part, playing with your fingers to distract yourself from the absolute embarrassment you’re feeling.

“oh yeah?” he smirks, “who knew my sweet little girlfriend was into bondage?”

“ran!” you gasp, smacking his shoulder lightly as you huff angrily, and he laughs.

“what else you wanna do then, baby? you get these just f’me to cuff you or were you hopin’ for somethin’ else to happen too?” he kisses you softly along your shoulder and collarbone, looking up at you through his long, pretty lashes, waiting for you to answer. a fluttery sigh leaves your lips when one of his hands pushes under your shirt and rubs on your hip, while the other rubs on your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy that’s already fluttering in anticipation.

“please don’t make me say it,” you whine, placing your hands gently over his eyes. the way he looks at you jostles all of your feelings and makes your body go haywire—you don’t want him looking at you like that when you’re already so turned on just by the idea of him fucking you tonight. it’s too embarrassing for you to handle.

you squeal when ran suddenly flips the both of you over so you’re now laying under him. he kisses more along your neck and up to behind your ear where he nibbles and licks, drawing out an airy moan from you.

“c’mon, baby, you have t’ say it if you want it,” he coaxes, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away to look down at you. his hands are still on you, distracting you from your racing thoughts.

you gulp thickly, and then, “please, ran,” you shiver feeling his cold fingers graze along your tummy just above the hem of your shorts teasingly, and he smirks lazily down at you. you gulp again, “want you t’ touch me.”

ran gently takes your wrists into his hands and clicks the hand cuffs around them, securing them around your wrist to a comfortable tightness before putting them down back on the bed above your head, “i won’t bind your hands to the bed this time, so just be a good girl and keep your hands there 'til 'm done. if y’ move ‘em, i’ll haf’ta punish you, y’ understand?” you whimper softly as you nod your head and ran promptly grabs at the juncture between your neck and chin, squeezing lightly in warning, “words, pretty girl. need you t' use your words.”

“yes, i understand,” you whisper shyly, jutting out your lip in a pout, but ran only kisses you, whispering praises against your lips for obeying him.

pulling away from you, ran crawls down your body, pushing up your shirt as he does. he takes a handful of one of your boobs before leaning down and placing gentle kisses on your tummy, just above the hem of the spandex shorts you’ve got on. you hum as your stomach flutters whenever his lips graze lightly against a sensitive area. he slowly trails kisses further down, kisses just above your pussy and along your thighs, until finally, he places a drawn-out kiss on your clothed clit.

an airy gasp escapes your lips that quickly turns into a dreamy moan when rans tongue dips out and licks a small stripe over your clit. you get the urge to move your hands already, wanting to grab onto him and threat your fingers through his hair, but you don't; instead, you squirm and huff as he continues to press his tongue into you and lick, now going from your entrance to the very top of your cunt.

you feel him smirk as he kisses your clit on last time before pulling away, "sensitive already and i've barely done shit. you really are a virgin, aren't y' baby?" he teases, and you pout.

"jus' feels good, don't tease me," you huff.

"'m not baby, jus' means 'm the only one that gets to make y' feel good," he hums and then taps on your thigh, "now, lift your legs f'me so i can take off your shorts 'nd panties." you do as he says and he coos good girl as he pulls your clothes off your legs and tosses them somewhere on the floor.

your nerves rear up again as he looks down at you, and you have half a mind to close your legs and hide yourself from him, but his hands ar planted firmly on your thighs, keeping your legs open. you watch shyly as he licks his lips and settles himself between your legs, his face right in front of your glistening pussy. you jolt and shiver feeling the warmth of his breath fan across your sensitivity.

"such a pretty pussy, and 'ts all f'me" he whispers, and then his mouth is on you, latching onto your clit and sucking--hard. almost, almost your hands move from where they lay on the bed, be the warning from earlier rings in your mind, making you clasp your hands together and push them into the bed. you know if you move he'll stop eating you out. the pleasure coursing through your body as he laps and sucks and slobbers all over your cunt feels too damn good to give up.

ran wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you further into his mouth, drawing more moans from you. his tongue dips into your entrance for just a second before he pulls it out and drags it between your lips to latch back onto your clit where his tongue swirls around and presses into it. your slick mixed with his spit makes all kinds of disgusting sultry noises that are exaggerated as he slurps up all of your juices.

it's not long before you feel something growing in the pit of your stomach, coiling up tightly until you're pushed over the edge and your hips are convulsing against rans mouth. "ran- shitshitshit," you moan out his name as you close your eyes and allow the pleasure to overtake you, but even as you orgasm ran doesn't pull away; he continues lapping at you lazily, enjoying the way your body jolts whenever his tongue rolls over your clit. he only does pull away when you finally come down and sink into the bed with a sigh.

"you taste so damn good, baby. y' wanna taste?" he asks, pushes himself up and crawls over your limp body to kiss you on your mouth, shoving his tongue inside for you to taste yourself on him. bitter, you think, but your pleasure high spurs you on to kiss him back, whimpering softly into the kiss from how sensitive you are.

when he pulls away, he smirks down at you, "you look so fuckin' lewd right now, you know that pretty girl? never thought i'd see y' like this, but fuck do i love it," he says and you fluster, moving your hands finally to cover your face from him. he clicks his tongue.

"hey, didn't i tell y' not t' move your hands, hm? 'm not done with y' just yet, sweet thing," he drawls, hooking his thumb under the chain of the cuffs to push your hands back against the bed, "gonna fuck this pretty little pussy now, can't wait any longer t' be inside y'," you moan when his free hand cups your pussy and he smirks, sitting up to take off his own clothes. his shirt is already off, he rarely has one on when he's with you cause you like his tattoo, and his sweats come off easily, exposing his long, thick cock to you.

you quickly gain coherency back as you stare at him wide eyes. you knew your boyfriend was big, but not this big. "ran baby, will it fit...? 'ts... big." you say as ran tosses his pants in the same place he threw yours and crawls back over you, gently pushing you back into the bed.

"'course it will, baby. I'll make it fit," he says and hum skeptically. "don't worry, i'll be gentle," he tells you, dipping down to kiss you sweetly on your lips. you feel his cock press against your entrance, and you squeak, trying to pull away to see what he's doing, but he only pushes his mouth harder against yours. he enters you slowly and gets halfway in before he stops pulls away from the kiss.

"holy shit, baby, you're so fuckin' tight," he groans, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, "you gotta relax or my dick 'll fall off," he tells you, kissing lightly at your neck and rubbing softly on your thigh to ease and soothe you a little bit. you breath softly and try your best to relax, and within a few seconds he gets back to pushing into you until the base of his cock presses into you.

"ohhh," you moan softly as he drags his cock back out and then shoves it back in all the way to the base, and then he does it again and again. his pace starts out slow, but he quickly loses himself in your warmth and fucks you faster and faster with each thrust, your sweet moans of his name and babbles of 'so good, keep goin'' spurring him on more.

ran pulls out of your neck and sits up, one of his hands coming to grab at your hips to guide your body along with his thrusts, while the other gathers your wrists and pins them further into the bed as he fucks into you. the new position allows his cock to stroke deeper inside of you, only coaxing more delicious moans from you that ran eagerly swallows up into a kiss.

"so fuckin' wet f'me," he slurs, pulling away to look between the two at the squelching mess of slick and precum smeared all over the both of you, "shit-hah-y' love my cock that much, pretty girl? y're suckin' me back in ever time i pull out," he grunts out and you swallow hard, nodding eagerly, babbling about how much you adore his cock drilling into you in all of the right ways.

you feel drunk on pleasure, drunk on his cock. the way he fills you all the way up, pushes his cock deep inside of you, stretching your pussy around him, feels so fucking good you can't help but choke on your moans, spilling disgustingly loud from your lips, making you sound like a proper whore from a porn video.

"ran, please," you say between moans, your eyes rolling back at a particularly rough thrust, "keep makin' me feel good, please don't stop- gods, ran, y're so deep," you whine, panting hard as you look up at him in time to see his eyes glaze over with unadulterated lust. his grip on your wrists and hips tightens as he pulls out and plunges back into you again at an angle, hitting a spot that makes you cry out in pleasure.

"fuck- y' sound so fuckin' sexy when y' beg me like that, baby," he all but growls, his head falling back as he groans in pleasure. both of you are panting heavily, but the noises are easily drowned out by the slap of skin against skin, and the nasty slosh of all of sweat and sex; it's downright nasty, but the pleasure you feel is too good, too mind fogging for you to really give a shit about what kind of noises the two of you are making.

"ah-shit, 'm gonna cum soon," he tells you, voice straining, "y' gonna cum too, baby? y' wanna cum f'me?" he asks, leaning back down into your neck to inhale your delicious scent as he humps messily into you, grinding his hips on yours to create even more stimulation. he lets go of both your wrists and hips to push hus arms under you and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him into a tight hug as he continues jutting into you.

"fuck, yes, ‘m cumming!" you moan, feeling your walls tighten around his cock. you wrap your legs around his waist as your body begins to writhe, and you orgasm for the second time that night, your body jolting every time his hips rub into your sensitive, worn clit.

as you come down from your high, your pussy pulsates around him and he grunts, quickly letting you go and pulling out to cum hotly on your stomach. you hum and flutter your eyes as you watch him fists his cock, milking it of every last drop of cum. when he's done, he sighs and falls back into you, uncaring of the sticky mess between the two of you.

"god, knew y'd feel good, but shit, i don't think i've cum so hard in my life," he says, still breathing heavily against your warm and tingling skin. you bring your cuffed hands up to stroke his head gently, soothing him for all of his hard work at making you feel good.

"ran baby, can you please take these handcuffs off me before you get comfortable and fall asleep?" you ask him and he shifts to look at you, smirking.

"mm, i dunno, baby, i kinda like you all bound for me. you'll have t' beg me t' take 'em off," he says, and you gasp, smacking him lightly on the shoulder, drawing out a raspy laugh from him as he pushes himself up to take off the cuffs.

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babbymochiiii · 2 months

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How They React When You’re Sick: NCT 127 EDITION

꒰ ͜͡➸ trope: established relationships

꒰ ͜͡➸ nct! boyfriends x non gender specific! reader

this was born because of the sheer fact i’m under the weather a bit so…here they are 💆🏻

dividers credit @horangipilled 🖤

ೃ⁀➷ Taeil

I feel like Taeil would be making sure you don’t lift a finger around him.

Like you try to get up to go grab some water…he’s right there gently pushing you back into bed and scolding you a bit about how he’s your boyfriend and you shouldn’t be afraid to call for him.

“Baby no— stop moving and stay in bed! I got this. It’s my turn to take care of you.”

BIGGEST 👏🏼 PATIENCE 👏🏼 EVER

You’re pretty stubborn when sick with him cause you’re used to dealing it by yourself

“Tsk! I told you babe!”

He’s not afraid to scold you (gotta repeat this cause it’s a big one here) 💀

If he’s on live and you’re sick best believe he’s giving you a glare even though he’s all smiley with everyone, they literally question who’s he’s staring at like that 😭

ೃ⁀➷ Johnny

Honestly with Johnny he would be near you but at the same time give you space just cause he knows you might throw hands with him…💀

You’re both a bit stubborn ngl so as long as you don’t ask or call for him he ain’t coming towards you

IDK I feel like at the same time he’s still keeping an eye from you just from afar so you don’t get upset 🤷🏼

“Why aren’t you coming near me? 🥺”

“Cause you tried hitting me with your sandal—“

“Oh…”

Yeah you’re feisty when you’re sick 💅🏼

Sometimes I think Johnny does it more so you’re at peace cause that’s just how you are but he’s literally worried sick internally cause you tend to get sick a bit too often sometimes

“You’re so careless, can’t you be more careful so you don’t get sick Angel? 😭”

ೃ⁀➷ Taeyong

Oh my god the poor man 😭 he’s literally suffering with you

Like he’s literally just embodying 🥺 the whole time

“Are you sure you don’t need my help baby? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼”

HES JUST SO CUTE OKAY LIKE—

You feel bad that he feels bad that you’re sick, but you’re always reassuring him that it’s just a small cold and nothing more

Until you do get a bit worse

THEN is taeyong running around like crazy trying to find good remedies to help with your sore throat and cough.

As you get better, poor baby will be the one getting sick now (even when you warned him)

“I told you worrying the way you were and being near me would get you sick :(“

“It was worth it 🥴👍🏼”

ೃ⁀➷ Yuta

Y’all…as a fellow Scorpio this could honestly go both ways

He could dot on you and make sure you’re okay by giving you the needed vitamins and medications you need to feel better

OR he would literally tell you to get away from him cause he doesn’t want to get sick 💀

It all depends on his mood, or how important of a schedule is coming up and can’t afford to get sick

There’s no in between…✋🏼💀

“Awe baby lemme help you out.”

“No — nO — NO—“

“Baby you know I can’t get sick 😭”

He will whine about it if you’re close to him and will make a finger cross towards you 😭😂

Sometimes he ends up being sick or he just gets a sneezing fit

ೃ⁀➷ Doyoung

He acts like he doesn’t care

Will honestly make you believe it at one point

“Just don’t come near me yeah? I can’t get sick.”

Will make a BIG ASS deal about how he can’t come near you because you’re sick and he can’t get sick cause it will ruin the whole schedule that’s been planned out

But he sends you vitamin replenishment drinks, snacks, you name it to your door step with a note

“Please get well baby :(❤️ I’m sorry for being a grouch 😔🫶🏼”

Sometimes, and rarely even sometimes it’s always when you’re sick, you wanna deck tf out of him just because he’s being sour and all you have is a runny nose.

WILL DENY ALL AND ANY SORT OF ACCUSATIONS YOU THROW AT HIM FOR BEING SOUR

“I don’t know what you’re talking about 🤷🏼” (red ass fucking ears giving him away)

But ofc you got the members and receipts to back you up 😎💅🏼

He ends up cuddling you all night long after you call him out

You can’t really be that mad at him (though you really are) cause you get where he’s coming from just as long as he makes up for it when you’re better

ೃ⁀➷ Jaehyun

My man is dotting on you!!!

Just like taeil, he doesn’t want you moving at all. He prefers making sure you’re well rested, hydrated, and overall content

Honestly you try to get up and do your own things but he has this 6th sense where he just knows and he would be so gentle when questioning you

“Where you going baby?”

“I gotta pee 🧍🏼”

“Need any help?”

“No?”

Just stands there for a moment contemplating whether or not should he be by your side

With a quiet sigh he always gives to a gently smile

“Okay baby. Call me if you need anything.”

ೃ⁀➷ Jungwoo

Just like Taeyong he’s embodying 🥺 around you

He doesn’t know what personal space is

IT IS WHAT IT IS

he doesn’t care if he gets sick or not he’s on you

25/8 Jungwoo is on you, cuddling you, kissing you,dotting on you

Sick? Doesn’t give a fuck 🤷🏼

“We’re in love! No sickness will separate us! 😤”

“Jungwoo please I feel like ima puke.”

“Then puke on me 😍”

You have to literally pry him off of you

Had to bring Taeyong and Johnny one time to help you get him off 😭

“NO, NO, NO!!! DONT TAKE ME AWAY!! BABY PLEASE—!”

“Jungwoo I’m literally going to puke! Let me do it with some privacy!”

“But I’m supposed to be with you!”

Man is sulking like a scolded puppy 😭 pouty lips and everything

Honestly feel bad for him 🥹🙏🏼

ೃ⁀➷ Mark

Dude…

This man doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better 😭

Is literally calling Johnny and asks what he gives his partner to make them feel better

“Do you seriously not know what to give to them?”

“N-no! I mean…taeyong hyung is always the one giving me the medications :(“

Poor baby is suffering and google isn’t helping him 😭

But you are!

You calmly (bc we know he’s panicking) tell him which medications work best for you and don’t and always give him a visual aid on said medications.

“Babe I feel bad :( like I’m not being helpful at all…”

“Mark, baby, you’re doing great!”

(You’re always reassuring him)

“Dude…🥺”

ೃ⁀➷ Haechan

It’s either he’s doesn’t get sick or he is sick with you

(he’s the one that got you sick)

Whinny

Literally whining the whole time 😭

“Why do I gotta be sick! This sucks I can’t even get head from you cause you can’t even breathe properly 😭😭😭😭”

Forgot to mention….he’s usually 24/7 horny-ness is 100x worse than it usually is

“Haechan—“

“YOU WANT ME SO BAD!!! CANT DENY IT COME ON BABY LETS DO IT!!”

“Haechan I literally feel like I’m dying right now”

“So we die together 😍🙏🏼”

“Haechan fuck off im not doing this with you 😭”

WILL AND SHOVE IT IN YOUR FACE just how sulky he got 💀

Then you threaten to call Taeyong on him then he’s gonna act like he did nothing wrong

“What? 😁 I didn’t do anything 😁”

Will be side eyeing him the whole night because you know he’s up to no good 💀

literally was giggling the whole time writing this cause of how much fun it is !!! haven’t done it in a while (I was writing this first before my valentine post 😭👍🏼)

But I hope you guys enjoyed it!! Lemme know if I should do different scenarios and with the other members too!

remember my asks are open! and if you wish to join my taglist make sure to comment/message me !! :)) ❤️

Much love MWAH MWAH 🥰

— mochi 🖤

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hangesdarling · 1 month

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Hiiii !!

Can you pls write a hange oneshot where reader gets off on calling them commander and getting dominated by them ? 🫣 established relationship pls 👉🏼👈🏼

commander — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader

SYNOPSIS. It was your second anniversary with Hange when they found out that calling them Commander turns you on.

CONTENT. 18+, MDNI, making-out, sexual nudity, alcohol consumption, lots of pet names, cursing, dom!Hange fr, fingering, Hange makes you suck their strap, strap-on sex, bondage, marking, biting, multiple orgasms (lmk what else)

WORD COUNT. 2.4k

A/N. omg anon you have no idea how much i love this idea aghhh

It was around 9 PM when you were patiently waiting outside the headquarters, putting a layer of lipstick on with a compact mirror in hand. You smiled to yourself, knowing that the shade perfectly matches the lingerie you're wearing under your work clothes. After all, your second anniversary with Hange has to be more special than the previous one. You made a mental note of the things you prepared for tonight, all the while eyeing the stars littered across the night sky.

However, Hange snapped you out of your musings with a surprising backhug almost knocking the air out of your lungs. Their giggles soon filling your ears with mirth.

"Hange, you scared me!" you pouted to which they responded with a soft laugh.

They wrapped their strong arms around your torso, lips planting a tender kiss on your neck as they spoke, "Hello there, my love. Sorry about that."

You turned around to face them, placing your arms above their shoulder before leaving a kiss mark on their cheek.

"Naughty as always," you teased them, causing their eyes to soften in a sultry manner as their hands went to your waist.

"But you love that, don't you?" Hange smirked. They further proved that they're in an extremely flirty mood tonight by carrying you into their arms, dashing out of the headquarters, and into the awaiting car in the parking lot.

"Happy second anniversary, sweetheart," they whispered before pulling you into another heated kiss on the driver's seat. Hange's hand wandered under your shirt, their callused hands gripping and rubbing circles on your soft flesh. They smiled into the kiss as their thumb felt your lacy underwear beneath.

Hange gently pulled away, placing a firm kiss on your chest before saying, "I'll have you at home. Hope you're ready for my surprise, honey."

Hange almost didn't make it to the house as their lips were already linked to yours outside the door. Your hands felt for the knob, stumbling yourselves into the living room as Hange would not break the kiss. Their hands maintained a firm grip around your waist, never letting go until the both of you collapsed on the couch.

"Ease down, baby," you managed to whisper, catching your breath as Hange busied their mouth on your neck.

Hange let out a low groan. "How could I when you're also wearing that perfume that drives me crazy?"

You smiled to yourself. "You noticed?"

"'Course I do." Hange continued leaving open-mouthed kisses on your flushed skin, a lace of red marks crawling along your neck.

Hange pulled away momentarily as if remembering something. They smoothed out their creased clothes, suddenly smiling.

"Before I forgot," they panted. "I have something for us tonight."

With that, they stood up from the couch and walked over to the counter. They pulled out a large bottle of wine while balancing two shot glasses and ice on one hand.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind a drink," you beamed, sitting up.

Hange grinned at you, flashing that naughty smirk that always gets your knees weak.

"This isn't just a normal wine, sweetheart," they smiled, their voice curling into a mysterious tone, triggering your curiosity. "I got this one made for us."

Hange popped the cork open, pouring halfway into the shot glass before placing a large ice cube with a clink. They offered you one as they poured the other for themselves. The cloying smell danced in your nostrils, a sweet mixture of strawberry and honey.

"Reminds me of your perfume," Hange remarked as they brought the glass to their lips. Indeed, the smell reminded you of the sweet perfume you always apply on your skin, like fresh sugared strawberries in summer.

You tilted your glass until the cold drink slid down your throat, the sweet and tangy flavor coating your tongue. The sensation made your heart thump, your lips sucked on the remaining drops until the ice bumps on your wet lips. You found yourself asking for more, and in each shot, you felt a familiar heat creeping up on your body— one that reached past your ears and reminded you of the first time Hange made love with you.

The bottle was emptied halfway when Hange brought you onto their lap once again, their wine-stained lips connecting with yours. They had long set their drink down, eager to have something much sweeter. Hange placed a hand on the back of your head, sliding their tongue into your mouth. Their tongue brushed against yours; a way to taste each other, to seal the experience of such a tempting drink. Your lips sucked on theirs, swiping your tongue over the succulent taste of their lips as your hips began to grind against them.

Your body ached for friction, a relieving touch after such a sensual warmth. Hange took this as a signal to set you back down on the sofa, their other leg anchoring on the side so they could press their body against yours more intimately. Your mind was in a dreamy haze, one where all you could feel was Hange's touch, where all the memories playing were Hange bending you over or folding you into submission. The wine must be an aphrodisiac, you wondered.

Hange slipped their hands under your shirt, swiftly undoing the buttons one by one until you're left with that lingerie you bought specifically for this day. At that moment of intense passion, Hange tried to ease you down by kissing your shoulders, neck, and chest. The tender attention from their hands and lips failed to ease you up, but rather aroused you even more.

You pulled them by their necktie, pulling their glasses off as your lips attached to theirs. Your legs wrapped around Hange’s hips, securing them in your body. Hange circled a thumb over your breasts, their hands slowly creeping down until their fingers brush over your clit. A whimper escaped your mouth, involuntarily bucking your hips to their touch.

"Ah, so eager, aren't you, darling?" they teased, teasing your wet entrance with a finger, earning them whiny pleas from you. Hange chuckled at your reaction, the sight of your blushing face looked so beautiful into the night. The scent of strawberry on your lips matching your perfume aroused Hange even more. Their eyelids grew heavy, a sultry smile stretching on their lips as they slid their middle and ring fingers inside you. You gasped softly as you felt the cold metal of the promise ring on their finger— that special gift you gave them on your first anniversary as their girlfriend.

You bit your lip, whimpering as their thrusts were excruciatingly slow. Their other hand held down your abdomen so you wouldn't move.

"Please..." your whine broke into a whisper. "Please, Commander."

Hange shot you an amused glance, lips curling teasingly from your desperate plea.

"What did you say, sweetheart?" they asked innocently, fingers still thrusting at a languorous pace.

Your hands went to your face in embarrassment, having realized what came out of your mouth.

"Come on, don't be shy, love," they muttered, gently caressing your inner thighs. "Say it again."

The way they used their commanding voice only thickened your arousal, like honey dripping down your throat in a way that makes it hard for you to breathe. And yet it was so sweet.

"Please... Commander," you whispered, fully submitting to their command.

"Good girl," they smiled as their thrusts quickened, their lips catching your moans in a heated kiss. Their slender fingers curled and stretched you out, knowing just the right angle to make you squirm and scream in delight.

Your hands clawed on their back, your mouth working to leave kiss and bite marks on their neck and chest. Sometimes your hand would tug on their hair, followed by a whimper of pleasure that Hange delights to hear.

The coil in your stomach tightened, urging your hips to move along Hange's rhythm as your release came crashing at you. You let out a loud, drawn-out moan of Hange's name before stilling yourself back to the couch, still panting.

Hange kissed down your throat and said, "I'm not done with you, sweetheart."

They were so gentle as they sat you up on the couch, whispering sweet things into your ear before making a contrasting move that filled you up with arousal once more.

They unbuckled their belt before motioning towards the floor and said, "On your knees, love."

Your cheeks heat up once again, as you get down on your knees. Hange couldn't miss the excited smile on your lips as they unzipped their pants to show you the new dildo strapped on them.

Your teeth caught your lower lip, a hand running a hand over the length. It was longer and thicker than all the ones Hange has used on you before. "You really bought a new one, huh?"

"Just for you. I know my princess can take it,” they smirked, holding up your chin. "Get it wet for me, alright?"

Your head bobbed up and down in alacrity, eyes hungry for what Hange has in store for you. "Yes, Commander."

It was all Hange needed to hear before kissing you once more, their tongue running over your lips before pulling away to replace it with the tip of that dildo. They held down the length, brushing the tip through your lips before slowly inching it inside your opening lips. Hange fed you inch by inch, mindful if you're in discomfort because of the size. But they found none but pleasure in your face as your eyes fluttered close, taking the length halfway before pushing it back and forth against your mouth.

Hange has to cover a hand on their cheek, keeping themself from losing control just by seeing your cheeks hollowing out on their length. Your hands rested on their knees, breathing through your nose and careful not to choke. Every thrust was hitting your uvula, stretching out your throat in both pain and pleasure. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Hange's eyes just to show them how deep you could take them in.

"Fuck," Hange whispered, eagerness spreading over their face just by watching you.

"Oh god, I need to do it inside you," they mumbled before slowly pulling the thing out of your mouth. Hange circled an arm on your waist, pulling you back to their lap for another kiss.

"Since you like calling me Commander so much, I hope you won't mind a bit of what I'm planning to do," they chuckled in your ear. They rose from their seat, keeping a hand on your waist as they went to the study table they set up in their living room.

Hange went behind you, kissing the back of your neck once more as they gathered your wrists behind.

"Remember when we first met?" Hange began to which you nodded, attentive and intrigued with how they were starting. They smiled at yoru direction and continued.

"I thought you're just another stick-in-the-mud Survey Corps logistics officer. Just handing me the reports and such," Hange grinned at the memory, slowly undoing their tie. "But I got the hint when you're frequenting my office. Always early on reports. And sometimes... your skirt would be a little too short or something."

Hange placed their necktie around your wrists, securing the soft fabric in a firm knot. Your breath caught on your throat as they went close to your ear, making something inside you tingle.

"Really, I want to hold back. But my mind kept telling me I need to have you bent down on my desk, getting fucked," Hange pushed you further until your hips hit the edge of their desk. "And that's just what I did."

Hange's voice went deep and husky as they pushed a hand on your back, bending you in such a provocative position with your hands tied up. Words caught in your throat, mind blank from arousal. You felt the tip of their dildo brushing and teasing your folds, eliciting another moan from you.

"Remember all of that, my love?" You could hear Hange's smile just from their voice as they began to inch the dildo deeper into your entrance.

"Fuck...!" you breathed out, your voice diminishing into soundless moans as the new length stretched you further. Hange angled their thrusts in a way that you could feel the depth in your stomach. They slid in and out slowly so you could get used to the length and girth.

In no time, Hange has you wet enough to increase their thrusts. They bit and kissed your back, whispering praises in your ear, and entertaining you each time you called them Commander.

"That's it, my sweet girl. Doing so well for me," they would whisper.

Outside, the night was cold and quiet, offering a tranquil scenery for sleeping creatures. But the passion from your lovemaking defied that cold silence. At some point, Hange became a little too eager, tearing away the thin lacy fabric on your skin despite your protests. I'll buy you a new one, sweetie, they would whisper breathlessly, as their hands roamed over your almost naked body.

The table rocked against the force of your movements, papers sliding down, and a pen holder or two getting knocked over. Your moans erupted in broken, varying tones of the word Commander, and Hange couldn't help but tease you about it.

"Mhm, you're so obedient. Bending down for your Commander like this?" they would say.

Hange drew out multiple orgasms from you, your wetness beginning to drip down your legs as they pulled out. Seeing your weak, almost limp body bent down had Hange smiling as they untied your hands. They took their discarded uniform across the room, gently wrapping it around you before taking you in their arms to carry you upstairs.

Once there, Hange cleaned up the both of you with a warm, damp towel before sinking to the sheets. You slept almost instantly in their warm embrace. They whispered one last, "Happy anniversary, my dear" before resting their head on your chest to sleep.

Perhaps it was around 3 or 4 AM when your eyes blinked open, and felt relief remembering it was Saturday tomorrow. Hange remained sleeping on your chest, their brown locks messily draped over. You kissed their forehead, gently taking Hange’s hair in your hands to tie them in their preferred ponytail. As you finished, you ran a hand on their hair, waiting for sleep. However, you realized something pressing against your chest from the uniform Hange lent you. You were careful to inspect the breast pocket to not wake Hange up. Your hand fished down the small circular object, angling it on the sliver of moonlight pouring from the window.

You held a soft gasp at the realization that you were holding an engagement ring. Delicately, you slid it on your finger and found it to be in a perfect size. Your eyes softened once more, a smile etched on your lips as you took the ring back to the breast pocket of Hange's uniform. The night rocked you back to sleep, your eager heart looking forward to the warm morning to come.

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated, sweethearts <3

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ncityprincess · 8 months

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Can you do how's Ten in bed? If it's not a hassle, Xiaojun and Hendery too? 👉🏼👈🏼

How Ten is in bed

minors do not interact!

-ugh ten😮‍💨

-he’s such an amazing dancer which makes me think he would be AMAZING in bed

-he has such a natural swag and fluidness to him that would definitely translate to the bedroom

-i think he would be very good as adapting to your wants and needs

-if you’re feeling like a little brat, he’s willing to slap you around and put you in your place

-he would bend you over the bed and pound you until sunrise

-if you’re feeling vulnerable he can be romantic and make love to you

-he would whisper the most gentle and sweet things in your ear

-he wouldn’t skimp out on caressing all over your body either

-hell, maybe ten is the one who is being a brat today

-then he would absolutely take whatever punishments you’re ready to dish out

-he transforms through sex and uses it to release his emotions

-but it’s also just really fun for him

-i could see him really taking his time when it comes to oral

-he would live for all of the little moans that tumble out of your mouth

-sometimes he likes to wake you up in the morning by eating you out (with prior consent of course)

-something about the sun peeking into the window and the quiet atmosphere of the morning just makes him want to feel you

-he needs to have eye contact with you while you’re having sex

-he loves go study your faces and see what turns you on the most

-he’s not shy when it comes to being vocal too

-will say the nastiest things imaginable and will moan even louder than you sometimes

-i think he would love shower sex, or just sec in unconventional ish places

-the spontaneity drives him crazy

- he is someone that can go for roundssss

-by the time you guys are done for good you’re both too spent to even clean up

-you only have the energy to wrap your limbs around each other and peacefully fall asleep <3

#ten lee #ten hard hours #ten hard thoughts #wayv imagines #wayv hard hours #wayv ten #wayv smut #wayv x reader #wayv x y/n #ten x reader #ten smut #ten lee smut #nct smut #nct imagines #nct ten #you’ve got mail 💌

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paddockbunny · 2 years

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Can we have Pierre and Charles were you are best friends with both and Pierre catches y’all with prompts from your NSFW LIST #’s 5, 14, 20, 33 👉🏼👈🏼🥵🫣

We're All Friends Here

Summary : You were Pierre's friend first and then he had to go and introduce you to one Mr Charles Leclerc, and what happens with you two couldn't exactly be described as friends. But then Pierre goes and complicates things even more by walking in on Charles eating you out.......... Rating : 18+ Pairing : Charles Leclerc x Reader & Pierre Gasly x Charles Leclerc x Reader (in part 2) Word Count : roughly 1,600 Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, male masterbation, threesomes, fingering, PinV sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, oral male & female receiving, adult language, dom! themes 💞*Authors Note : This was too good not to make a multi part mini fic. So here is part one. Obviously there is a little french here because I mean, these two kinky little french fuck's would be switching between English and French just to make you go crazy Gif owner : @schumaclerc

Part 1:

You catch Charles’ eye as the driver held open the car door for you to slide in. Why did he have to sit in the back with you? Why couldn’t he have sat up front instead of Pierre? You would have trusted yourself a hell of a lot more if it had been Pierre sitting beside you, staring into the side of your head practically willing you to turn to look at him. It was all your fault that you were in this situation in the first place. You were the one who couldn’t resist him. You were the one who couldn’t resist Charles.

It had all started eight long months ago. It began in Abu Dhabi. Pierre had dragged you to an end of season party and although they didn’t drive for the same team, his friend Charles tagged along with you both. He was a welcome addition for you as the rumours of you were Pierre’s new girl swirled around the paddock and spread like wildfire with fan girls. You had never been Pierre’s girl and you were fairly certain he didn’t view you like that. You had been his friend for a long time – roughly 6 years – and not once had the well known ladies man ever so much as kissed you anywhere but your cheek. While he laughed the rumours off so freely, you were concerned about your image and how it would make you a target for abuse online. The thing was, that night you were looking for distraction just like Pierre was. He was off draping himself over some pretty Instagram model (the type that probably had a successful OnlyFans account or worse, was on Raya) while you allowed Charles to take your mind off things. But as you consumed more and more alcohol Charles went from being friend material to highly fuck-able. And when he suggest the pair of you go back to his hotel room you practically leaped into his arms right then and there. Drunk or not, that night was one of the best nights of your entire existence. His body and the things he could do with it – the things he could do to you - set every inch of your soul on fire.

And so it carried on from there. Two or three times a month turned into two or three times a week. No one could fuck you like Charles and what’s more, he never made you feel like a booty call (even if that was what you were). It was an unspoken rule between you that you could see other people and the words commitment or relationship never came up – but neither of you had been seeing anyone else since you made this a regular thing. You weren’t actually sure that Charles was your type outside of the sex anyway. He could be tender, thoughtful and sweet. He could also be egotistical, dramatic and a little childish at times. But the sex was too fucking good to quit.

Tonight, Charles had been making eyes at you the whole time. His face looked like thunder and everyone kept asking him if he was all right because he seemed angry. He had to grit his teeth together because if he told the truth then no, he wasn’t ok and yes he was in fact angry. He was pissed at you for wearing the silly little black dress you had on that clung to you in all the right places and showed off your ample assets. He was pissed that you had been dancing suggestively with Pierre even though you protested the pair of you had only ever been friends. He was pissed that regardless of the fact you had been dancing with Pierre, men still stared at you and checked you out. But most of all he was pissed at you because he wanted to take you home immediately and rail you into next week. So when you finally announced you wanted to leave to him – with him - he practically grabbed you and pulled you through the busy VIP section. But then the both of you ran head first into Pierre who said he would come with you, back to Charles’ apartment. He had invited himself to stay over much to your annoyance and the annoyance of the Monegasque on your arm. And now, as you finally turned and looked into his eyes while Pierre talked to the driver, your eyes had to shoot him a warning across the car. If he read it he didn’t care. His hand still went to your upper thigh just to watch your mouth fall open at his touch. The bastard just wanted to know he still had this control over you even if you were in the presence of his and your friend.

Pierre was shown to the room the other side of Charles’. You were across the hall, annoyingly but there was no way you could protest in front of Pierre without him knowing something was up. Charles and you had discussed the issue of Pierre many times in fact. How the Frenchman never guessed something was going on between you and one of his best friend’s neither of you knew. You were certain that it was obvious and he was just pretending it wasn’t happening. Nearly thirty minutes passed from the time you closed the door to Charles’ spare bedroom and when you found yourself far too horny to get any sleep. He looked so good tonight in his sky blue shirt. It made his eyes shine even brighter and his bone structure was like cut glass. The memory of his hands on your skin made a pulsating beat pound away between your thighs. You bit your bottom lip while thinking about how easy it would be to sneak across the hallway. It could have only been a few feet. There was no way he was possibly asleep yet. After Pierre had gone to his room, you stood across from him silently for thirty seconds or so. You whispered that you hadn’t expected the extra guest and he nodded in response and then he glanced down toward his crotch where he was harbouring a semi “Moi non plus” * he stated and left you to enter his room. Fuck, the thought of him hard and trying not to be was so hot.

But now, after an agonising wait, you closed your door behind you. You had thrown all caution to the wind. You wanted him too much. Your desire for him was too strong. And so, with utter determination, you crossed the narrow corridor and immediately opened the door to his room. You had been correct. He was still awake. And the distinct motion his hand was making under the covers was the reason. He was taking care of the erection he had motioned at before closing the door. It was where your eyes had gone to first but then they travelled up, across his taut stomach, his broad shoulders and finally they settled on his eyes. He was staring back at you. “Do you need some help?” You whispered and he smirked but followed it with a nod. Without a single shred of hesitation you purposefully stride to the bed. Prepared fully for your task. Mouth salivating at the thought of his big, thick cock being in it moments later. But just as you reach him – hand outstretched to peel back the covers and expose him – he suddenly grabs you. It only took a few seconds. He was go good at making you think time miraculously skipped so he could change positions without you realising. You were on your back on the bed and the motion made you yelp excitedly. Charles didn’t waste time trying to silence you. He was already focused on his next task. His fingers went straight to the sides of you thong and before you registered it, he had it trailing down your legs and flung it away from him. He cared only about the glistening, wet folds that were now on full display to him. “I’ve been thinking about this all night, petit chaton” ** He growled against your thigh. You mentally agreed upon his statement. This was exactly what you had wanted since you realised that Charles would be joining you this evening.

Charles did not waste time. As soon as your pussy was exposed to him his tongue was already lapping at your folds. Your hands gripped the sheets and you tried to stay as quiet as possible. But the mission was utterly ridiculous as soon as Charles sucked strongly on your clit you couldn’t help but let out a very stifled moan. And it was in that moment you realised he was doing it on purpose. He was angry with you for dancing with Pierre tonight, or at least that was what you had gathered from the look he had plastered on his face as he observed you with your friend. Charles face looked like thunder but now, as you glanced down between your thighs to see him looking up at you – his tongue fluttering against your sensitive little nub – he was oozing confidence. With your eyes on him, he went ahead and groaned against your dripping flesh. You were going to call him out for his ludicrous behaviour when you felt his finger dance along your entrance. You could feel his smugness radiating around the room when your hands pushed through his hair. He took the action to mean you wanted more and Charles slipped his finger inside of your soaking wet pussy. And it elicited another moan from you. An utterly shameless loud moan that there was no way you could possibly have stopped. You were too lost in the pleasure Charles was giving you with his fingers and his tongue to hear the creak of the floorboards outside of the room.

French Translation - *“Me neither” **Little Kitten

Read Part Two Here

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jeannineee · 9 months

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can you do a what being in a relationship with rowan would be like 👉🏼👈🏼

Being in a relationship with Rowan Whitethorn would include…

a/n: requests are open!!

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

SFW:

LOYAL TO A FAULT

“I support women’s rights, but more importantly, I support women’s wrongs,” is what comes to mind, here.

Worships the ground you walk on!! He is absolutely WHIPPED for you, though he might not admit it out loud—everyone can see it.

Lowkey gets so STRESSED when you do crazy shit. Rowan “please tell me your next move” Whitethorn.

But ^^^ he supports you entirely lmao

I think his love language is acts of service?? He does things for you to help take the weight off of your shoulders.

But he also loves physical touch!! He’ll keep it to a minimum in public, but if you’re just around friends/family, or alone, he’s all over you.

Loves hugging you from behind, face pressing into the crook of your neck, murmuring “I love you’s”

Would do anything you asked of him, without hesitation.

NSFW:

Very giving

Always, always, prioritizes your pleasure

*ahem* pleasure dom

Multiple orgasms are routine, with him.

He LOVES having his tongue between your legs, but he’s teasing about it.

Kissing slowly down your body, teeth grazing along your skin. His large hands hold your thighs tightly, keeping you still.

He’ll lick a stripe up your center, before pulling away, marking your inner thighs. He’ll always give you what you want.

But sometimes, he enjoys making you beg for it.

Anyhow!!!

He also loves when you’re riding him, but he’ll hold your hips and control the pace.

Lots and lots of praise and dirty talk. He loves seeing you get flustered as he tells you how well you take him, how beautiful you look when you come for him.

He also def has a size kink. This male is HUGE. Even if you’re a tall girlie, he’s still towering over you.

It makes him feral; how small you are compared to him, his hand possessively wrapped around your throat, cock bulging in your tummy as he thrusts into you

BYE

#throne of glass #throne of glass smut #tog smut #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn #rowan whitethorn smut #kingdom of ash #rowan Whitethorn headcanons #smut #Rowan Whitethorn fluff

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greg-montgomery · 1 year

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I know you said angst but... im feeling some type of way so.. 👉🏼👈🏼 putting in a request for brat tamer hotch?? Maybe?? 👉🏼👈🏼 when you feel like it of course!

do not get mad at me for the beginning this isn't what it looks like i swear this is smut not angst lmfaooooo

brat tamer hotch my weakness <333

nsfw - minors dni

cw: orgasm denial and a sprinkle of degradation <3

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“I’ll be home before 8. I love you.”

You stared at your boyfriend’s text, struggling to maintain the pout on your face that you’d been wearing all day.

Aaron had been gone on a case for a whole week, and his absence around the house had been driving you crazy. You were mad at him, and even though you refused to admit it, the reason wasn’t the fact that he hadn’t called you the night before to wish you ‘good night’ and send you a virtual forehead kiss like he always did.

Feeling angry towards Aaron, during the periods of time he was away, was a pattern you couldn’t ignore anymore. Maybe you weren’t really mad at him. Maybe you were just trying to protect yourself from feeling hurt and lonely the nights you were falling asleep holding his pillow instead of him. Because, in reality, just the sweet ‘I love you’ he had texted you, made your heart melt like butter.

Still, when you heard his key turn in the lock, you didn’t jump out of your seat to run to the door so you could climb into his arms like your heart craved. You simply kneeled on the couch, waiting for him to come to you.

“Sweetheart,” he called out for you, his arm already wrapped around your shoulders pulling you against him. “I missed you.”

“I did too,” you said, and let him bless you with one of his gentle kisses.

“Mmm…missed this,” he whispered, with his eyes still closed, as he pulled away from the kiss. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

You would be too embarrassed to admit it out loud, but you secretly wished he wouldn’t take showers so fast after coming home from work. Maybe you were gross for thinking that way, but his natural scent after a long day was even more delicious to you than his shower gel and after shave.

“Okay,” you said. “Have you eaten?”

“Yes, baby,” he answered, already walking towards the bathroom, his thick fingers working on untying his tie. “Don’t worry.”

You sat back down on the couch, opening the book you had been reading, paying no attention to the words on the paper. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Give him a big hug to the point where he couldn’t breathe and tell him how impossible it was for you to have a good day when he wasn’t around?

His smile, less than twenty minutes later, when he was back in the living room made you almost swoon. His dimples were gonna be the end of you.

As if he knew how to become even more irresistible to you, he sat on the other end of the couch, spread his legs and patted on his thigh. “Come here.”

“I’m reading.” What was wrong with you?

“You haven’t seen me in a week and that’s the welcome I get?”

You looked up at him, staying silent, but Aaron seemed to lose his patience.

“Put the book down and come here,” he ordered.

It was not an easy thing to say no to Aaron Hotchner when he used his authoritative voice on you. So you did as he said. Just a moment later, you were on his lap, straddling him, his large hands placed possessively on your hips.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, lowering your gaze so you wouldn’t be met with his intense one.

“Then what’s that cute little pout doing on your face, hm?” Aaron asked, grabbing your chin with two of his fingers, forcing you to look at him.

“I’m not pouting,” you argued, fully aware that you were doing just that.

“You sure are. Are you mad at me or something?” His one hand was now petting your hair, and it was so hard not to melt completely under his touch.

“No.”

Aaron smiled. And then he started laughing.

“What?” you asked annoyed.

“Nothing. I just think that I know what’s wrong.”

“And what’s wrong?” you challenged him.

“I think…” he said slowly, his hands running up and down your torso, making you shiver, “that my baby is a little frustrated because she hasn’t been touched in a week.”

You bit the inside of your cheek hearing his words. “I can make myself feel good on my own, you know. I have fingers,” you said, showing him your hand, trying to make a point.

He grabbed it, pulling you on his body. “But do those pretty fingers make you get complaints from your neighbors because you were screaming too loud like my cock does?”

Aaron was staring at your mouth, waiting for you to make the first move. You tried, really tried to resist. But you failed.

You whined into his mouth, finally getting what you wanted. Your lips moved desperately against his, the feeling of his hand tugging on your hair making the ache between your legs unbearable.

You rocked yourself against him, hoping you would get some relief and Aaron was kind enough to let you. But you knew him, and you knew he wouldn’t let this slide so easily.

“Enough now,” he whispered in your ear.

“But I need…” you started to complain, but he didn’t let you finish.

“You can make yourself feel good on your own, angel,” he smirked. “You have fingers,” he said and glanced at your hand.

You did your very best to give him puppy eyes, but Aaron was not about to give in.

“Come on, baby. Touch yourself. Show me how you do it without me.” He readjusted himself on the couch, placing an arm under his head, ready to watch the show. The way his arm flexed made you almost drool, wishing you were sinking your teeth into his toned muscles.

With your cheeks burning from embarrassment you reached into your panties and started rubbing your sensitive clit in circles. It felt good, and the way Aaron’s dark gaze was focused on yours made it even better.

“Take this off, I wanna look,” he said, gesturing at your shorts.

You didn’t wanna give him what he wanted, but Aaron didn’t wait too long before taking the matter into his own hands. He pulled your shorts down harshly, your underwear coming off with them too.

“Much better,” he said, staring at your pussy with hungry eyes.

His tight grip on your thighs hurt, but somehow it combined well with the pleasure you were feeling.

“Inside now,” he said, as if he was giving you instructions for the most causal thing in the world.

You slipped two of your fingers inside you, dropping your gaze into his lap for a second so you could see how hard he was. Satisfied from the sight you moved your fingers faster, feeling your orgasm approaching.

You didn’t notice that Aaron’s left hand wasn’t on your thigh anymore. But you did notice when he wrapped it around your wrist.

“No, no,” you whined when you realized what he was about to do.

“Brats don’t get to cum,” he said, and pulled your hand away from your pussy. The euphoric feeling between your thighs turned into an achy one really fast.

“Aaron…” you whimpered, desperate for release. You tried to clench your thighs together or rub yourself against him, but Aaron was way stronger than you and could control your body almost effortlessly.

“Look how horny you are,” he said in a condescending tone. “It’s embarrassing.”

“It hurts,” you pouted, tears filling the corner of your eyes.

“I know,” he smirked. “That’s the point.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, knowing that was what Aaron was waiting for. “I’m sorry for having an attitude. Of course it feels better when you fuck me. It can’t even compare.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm…” you nodded, eagerly.

He smiled sweetly at you. “There’s my good girl. Go on, touch it,” he said, releasing your hand.

You did.

“It’s too sensitive now,” you complained.

“Aw…” he cooed. “Did I ruin your orgasm?”

“You’re awful,” you sighed, and let yourself fall against his chest.

Aaron ran his hand up and down your back, trying to soothe you. “Lie back down.”

Your tummy twisted in excitement. In just a few seconds you were laying on the couch with Aaron’s head between your legs. He pulled your shorts and panties completely off and kissed the inside of your thigh. Then he gave a gentle kiss to your clit sending sparkles all over your body.

“You’re dripping down to your knees,” he said and finally started licking you like you needed.

“Fuck,” you whined, his tongue doing its magic on you like nothing else ever could.

You fingers got lost between his thick hair, trying to hold him in place as if he would go away.

“Oh my God…Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He sucked on your clit and your body started shaking; you knew you’d be coming in his mouth soon.

The sounds he was making against you, the moans that were leaving his mouth as if he was the one about to cum drove you insane.

Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm took over your body. “Oh my God, oh my God, I can’t…” you moaned. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he said, giving a few more long licks to your pussy. “See how you took it like a good girl?”

You let out a shaky breath staring at the ceiling. This was heaven.

Aaron kissed your tummy and returned to his seating position, taking you with him.

“See?” he said kissing your cheek. “One orgasm later and the brat that welcomed me home tonight is nowhere to be found.”

You giggled and rested your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted.

“I’m sorry. I just missed you a lot,” you admitted.

“I know you did, sweetheart,” he said softly, kissing the middle of your palm. “And I missed you too. Let’s go to bed.”

“Can I suck you off in there?” you asked, shyly. “Wanna fall asleep with you in my mouth.”

He chuckled, clearly thinking how impractical your suggestion was, but indulging you anyway. “Anything my sweet girl wants.”

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mkx-francis · 2 months

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Can you write something with ghost and fem reader who joined the 141 recently and they both have feelings towards each other but they are too stubborn to admit them for over a year now. However, a mission gone wrong gets Ghost really upset and after retreating to a safe house they have this really huge fight and reader throws her boot at him at some point out of frustration 🤣 which gets Ghost even angrier and he pins her to the wall so reader would stop throwing stuff at him and then angry, filthy sex ensues 👉🏼👈🏼 There is a slight age gap between them and reader is small compared to Ghost 👀

YAPAPAPAPAPAAOOAAAA!!!!!!!

Also so sorry that it took so long and for any Spelling mistakes.

CW: Hate sex, Agegap (as long as it's legal idc), size difference, belly bulge

You fucking hated him ever since you recently joined the TF141, but oh how you loved him. He felt the same way about you, but he'd rather die than admit it. You two were stubborn like donkeys and were at each other's throat 24/7, however. Over an entire year of being apart of the task force. You messed up your first mission and Ghost was furious. Dragging you into the safe house and scolding you like a fucking teenager, "you're fuckin' crazy, eh? A fuckin' crazy woman." you were shocked. 'crazy woman'?? what an asshole.

"Fucking crazy!? Me?!" You hissed back, undoing one of your boots, ready to throw it at him. "Oh go ahead." Ghost groaned, getting your boots and gloves into his face. But you were ready to throw one of the chairs at him, he pinned you against the wall, staring at you with a glare but also desire.

"You stupid girl.." He snarled at you, yet nuzzling your exposed neck, "but I like my women with fire." what the hell was he talking about? You pulled at his belt, trying to get him closer to you. It was as if you were doing it without thinking. "What am I even saying.." He sighed, getting off but you wouldn't let him, still tugging at his belt. "I want you too.." you mumbled, biting your lower lip softly.

He practically ripped your pants off, while zipping his zipper down and exposing a rather big and thick cock, making you gulp. You were so much shorter and younger than him, he teased the wet spot on your panties, "Fucking wet bitch... Worse than a dog in heat" He huffed, shoving your panties inside and starting to finger you with his thick fingers roughly, "you stupid bitch" he snarled. You tried to slap him, him grabbed your wrist and looking dead in your eyes. You were whimpering, his fingers scissoring your cunt open for him. You snarled and groaned at each other, finally thrusting his meaty dick in and out of your wet pussy, "I hate you... I hate your stupidity and stubbornness." He groaned, "and I hate your stupid commands and fucked up dumb-" you couldn't finish, you moaned up as he sped up and roughed his thrusts, groping your tits as he just stared at you with both hatred and love. He pulled up his mask a bit to kiss you and bite your neck and tits, roughing up and biting you. He was so deep, you whined and enjoyed this alot. His cock made itself noticeable as he fucks you rough and fast, the view made him proud. He felt his balls tighten up, emptying his pent up cock in your cunt. "A'right doll, let's lay down.." He picked you up and brought you to bed with him, letting you rest and rubbing your back.

#mkx thinks #mkx writes #mkx answers #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #cod smut #cod x reader #simon ghost riley

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We all KNOW Yuji loves ass especially wearing a tight bikini on the beach would drive him INSANE 👉🏼👈🏼 He can’t keep his eyes off it jiggling every moment.

Cake by the ocean

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut, fluff Word Count: 3k Warnings: 18+, smut, semi-public sex, light ass-slapping, Yuuji applies sunscreen onto reader (no skin tone is mentioned, so I hope it is inclusive for everyone), dirty talk, dry humping, vaginal penetration, cumshot, cum eating, taking pictures during sex, fingering, oral, squirting, lots of praise. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Beach season is Yuuji's favorite season. And this summer vacation with you is perfect! The sun, the ocean, yummy ice cream... and your sexy body in a little bikini. Yuuji thinks he is the luckiest guy in the whole universe. He loves every inch of you, and seeing your curves in a bikini makes his head spin.

He feels a bit bad for staring at you so much, but he just can't help it. Your ass looks so juicy! Yuuji can feel himself getting hard just from looking at you.

The way your round ass cheeks jiggle with every move is driving him crazy! His fingers twitch with the need to reach out and touch you.

He doesn't even realize you are calling his name. It takes three tries until Yuuji's head snaps up to your face, and he blushes while spluttering an apology. But you just chuckle softly, eyes sparkling with happiness as you tell him:

"You're so cute!"

Your gaze slowly travels over him, clearly checking him out too, and Yuuji makes sure to flex his muscles a bit for you. At least he isn't the only one staring!

His earlier embarrassment is forgotten quickly, and his blush gets replaced by a cheeky grin.

"Hey, baby? I think you should apply some sunscreen. The sun is really strong here. I can help you."

And a few minutes later, you lie on your stomach, all spread out for your boyfriend, cute ass looking so sexy that Yuuji has to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning as he squeezes sunscreen onto his hands.

He tries to be a good boy, he really tries very hard! But the moment his hands reach your thighs, it's over.

Your booty wiggles so enticingly! What is a horny boyfriend supposed to do? Yuuji's swimming trunks already feel too tight at this point. Fuck!

He lets his large hands wander further up. A bit more. More... and then he finally touches your cute ass. Your juicy flesh feels incredible under his fingers! So plump and cute! This is heaven!

Yuuji growls softly and gives your ass cheeks a squeeze. Your hips jerk slightly at his touch, and Yuuji smiles. You like that, huh? Well, that's good! Because he doesn't plan on letting go of you anytime soon.

He pours more sunscreen onto his palms, rubbing them together while admiring the view beneath him before putting his hands on your booty again.

He takes his sweet time with that particular body part. His strong fingers knead your ass firmly, spreading the sunscreen generously over it and massaging it lovingly into your ass cheeks.

To everyone who walks past, he looks definitely very suspicious. Breathing heavily, tongue sticking out in concentration, face burning with an excited flush. But Yuuji doesn't know that, and frankly, he doesn't care! He is too focused on the feeling of your plump ass under his fingers and the sight of it moving so seductively anytime he squeezes it.

Without thinking, Yuuji hooks his fingers in the soft fabric of your bikini slip and pulls on it, bunching the backside of your panties up, effectively turning them into a thong that shows even more of your fantastic ass.

"Oh fuck, baby..."

He isn't even aware that he whispered that for real and not just in his head.

"Yuu, what are you doing, baby?"

"Um... Just being thorough. I don't want you to burn in the sun."

But he knows you can hear how turned on he is. His voice always gets a bit deeper when he's horny.

It's no use trying to hide it. He is beyond that point. And so Yuuji leans down to trail soft kisses over the side of your neck, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal: His hard cock, pressing against your ass, waiting for you in his swimming trunks, hot and thick, throbbing with need.

"Fuck...Want you so bad, cutie. You look so sexy in that bikini. My pretty girl. You drive me wild!"

His voice comes out in a hoarse whisper, hot breath caressing your earlobe. Yuuji can't stop himself. He gets a bit dumb when he's horny. And also, it's a hot day! The sun is literally frying his brain! What is he supposed to do!? He can't be blamed for the way his hips jerk at that moment, making him grind against your round ass.

Yuuji gasps loudly when his cock rubs against you, slipping into the crack between your ass cheeks. It's like he belongs there! Your cute ass is so snug and perfect for him!!

He's sure he will lose his mind with the way your plump ass is massaging his hard length so deliciously.

But to his delight, he feels you press against him. Lifting your hips to rut against his cock eagerly. Apparently, there are two of you who are horny at the beach!

Yuuji laughs and moans at the same time and rolls his hips against you again. His biceps flex as he slowly dry humps your ass while leaning over you, caging you under him, groaning softly into your ear, growing needier every second.

Oh, if he could just pull those little bikini panties down and bury his needy cock deep inside your sweet heat!

"Ah... I want to fuck you, cutie... please."

"Oh, Yuu...want you too, baby. Let's find a more private spot, ok?"

Yuuji can't believe his luck! He lets go of you in lightspeed to get up and pull you to your feet, looking at you with pretty honey eyes burning with desire. He practically runs across the beach, holding your smaller hand tightly in his larger one as he tugs you along while both of you laugh and stumble into each other in your hurry to be alone. At least Yuuji has the mind to carry his backpack in front of his crotch to hide his raging boner.

You find a nice secluded spot behind some palm trees and rocks where the two of you are guarded against curious glances, and Yuuji doesn't waste any time but quickly spreads your beach towel on the sand. God, he's so hard for you! You are so pretty and sexy to him, and he is losing his mind about the fact that you want to have sex on the beach with him! He is really the luckiest guy on this planet!

He scoops you up in his strong arms a bit too eagerly, making you squeal and then laugh as Yuuji loses his footing in the soft sand. And instead of placing you gently on the ground, as he planned, the two of you tumble into the sand. Yuuji falls on top of you and knocks the air right out of you.

You both burst out laughing. And Yuuji's heart feels so full, and his dick is so hard! You look so beautiful and happy when you smile up at him, eyes full of love, and your hands cup his cheeks and caress them lovingly.

"I love you, Yuuji."

"I love you too, (y/n)."

He captures your lips in a kiss, nice and deep, moaning softly into your mouth when you run your fingers over the stubble of his undercut and into his pink hair. You feel so perfect under him!

But Yuuji has to adjust your current position a bit.

He gets on his knees and puts his hands on your hips, caressing you gently before tightening his grip and turning you onto your stomach.

Now, this is exactly what he wants!

His eyes immediately wander to your thick ass again. The ass that you wiggle seductively at him, making Yuuji groan loudly as his hands land on both of your ass cheeks again, ready to play some more with you.

"Dammit, sweetie, you drive me insane!"

Yuuji thinks he'll cum right then and there when he unties the little bands which hold up your bikini bottoms and watches in rapt fascination as the little panties fall to the ground exposing all of you to his horny gaze.

Something snaps in him, and Yuuji moves faster than any human should be able to do and pulls you onto your knees. His hands are back on your cute ass, kneading your ass cheeks firmly and spreading you open for him, exposing your pretty pussy to his hungry eyes.

He whimpers when he sees how wet you already are for him. So ready to get fucked by your horny boyfriend. So ready to take him and fall apart on his cock.

He kneads your ass firmly with one hand while the other slips between your wet pussy lips, and Yuuji pushes one thick finger into your tight cunt. A loud moan slips from his lips. God, you feel even hotter than the sun!

Yuuji can't hold back anymore, or he will nut into his pants! And he doesn't want that! He wants to cum somewhere else!

He can't help but growl as he yanks his red swimming trunks down impatiently, freeing his needy cock and groaning loudly when it smacks against his abs, so hard and horny, his tip swollen and dark pink, messy from all the pre-cum already leaking out of him.

He hears you whimper beneath him, lifting your cute ass a bit, apparently just as eager to have him inside you as he is.

He is practically sobbing by now,

"You're the girl of my dreams, oh God, baby!"

Those are the words coming out of his mouth when he finally pushes his thick tip between your creamy folds, feeling your cream slicking him up. Your pretty pussy is luring him in, begging for him to fill you up.

Yuuji moans and gives your cute ass a firm slap, watching it jiggle deliciously for him. He can't take his eyes off you! So perfect, on all fours for him, face down, ass up.

Nothing has ever made more sense than fucking you right here on the beach!

His fat tip catches on your clit, and your hips buck needily as a loud moan comes out of your mouth, spurring Yuuji on even more with the cute noises you make for him.

He rolls his hips, kissing your sensitive clit with his cock, turning you into a needy mess who lifts her ass sluttily for him, begging him to take you.

Yuuji can't resist any longer. A desperate-sounding whine and another firm slap onto your ass cheek, and he finally pushes his fat cock deep into your hot wet pussy. He is too horny to go slow and just rams his whole length into you with one hard shove, making both of you gasp loudly.

"Yuu!! Ahhh, baby!"

Fuck! He loves hearing you moan his name like that! He loves hearing how good he makes you feel!

And you feel so sweet around his dick! He can't hold back! Not today, not on this hot afternoon at the beach when you kneel before him with that cute ass and hot wet pussy milking his cock so perfectly.

"Fuck..you feel so g...good!"

Yuuji sobs as he snaps his hips hard and fast. It drives him insane to see your ass wiggle with each of his strong thrusts and watch his thick cock glisten wetly from your cream while pushing in and out of your tight pussy.

The beach is filled with your and Yuuji's gasps and moans. And with the filthy wet sounds of your pussy sucking his cock in and his heavy balls hitting your ass.

Yuuji is in paradise! The hot sun, your hot pussy, your sexy ass, your cute moans! It's the perfect beach day!

Your moans are turning more desperate, and Yuuji feels you push needily against him, whimpering his name so sweetly as he pounds you so hard and good.

"Yuu...oh Yuu, I'm gonna...oh I'm..."

"Yeah, cutie, cum on my dick! Please, cum all over me, baby."

You drive him wild! He gives your ass another slap, making both of you groan loudly, and then you gasp his name again, and Yuuji feels your pussy tightening and spasming hard around his cock as a hot wetness gushes onto him. His perfect girl! Creaming so sweetly on him! It always drives him crazy to feel your orgasm on his cock.

Yuuji's moans are too loud, but he cannot stop himself. This is so hot! You cum so hard for him, so cute and sexy! And it feels so good! Your tight pussy is massaging his cock so sweetly, milking him so good. And your ass! It looks so cute and so round and big, and Yuuji will surely go dumb!

"Oh fuck, baby!! So so good! Fuck...love that sweet ass...oh fuck gonna cum!"

God, he's so grateful for you! So grateful that you let him touch you like this and fuck you right here at the beach! You're his every dream come true!

And Yuuji will fulfill another dream right now!

He whines needily as he quickly pulls out of your twitching pussy, barely making it in time to do what he is so horny for: Nutting all over your ass.

And Yuuji has a lot for you. He wraps a hand around his cock, pumping it feverishly, making sure to get all his cum out of his needy cock, making a big sticky mess on your cute ass.

His mouth is hanging open, lips parted in loud moans and desperate mewls as he watches his cock shooting hot ropes of seed all over your plump ass cheeks, drenching them in his milky white seed.

He sits back on his heels afterwards, breathing heavily and admiring his work with wide lust-filled eyes. The sight in front of him is so yummy! Your cute ass is covered in his cum, thick trails of it slowly dripping down your ass cheeks, running down between your ass crack, soaking your pussy lips with his seed before it slowly runs down your thighs and into the sand and onto the beach towel beneath you.

It's perfection! The most beautiful sight on this whole beach!

Before he can stop himself, Yuuji is already rummaging through his backpack with one hand, searching blindly for his phone while his hungry gaze is still glued to your ass.

"Baby, you have no idea how hot you look right now. Can I please take a picture? I need one! Please! Oh fuck, you're so pretty!"

He's practically begging at this point, but he doesn't mind! He's pouting and making puppy dog eyes at you when you look at him over your shoulder. A happy chuckle escapes his lips when you nod in agreement.

"Ok, take some cute pictures, baby. I love you, Yuuji."

"Aww, thank you, cutie! I love you too! So much!"

Yuuji knows those pictures will get him through many lonely nights when he has to go on missions alone. He will rub himself stupid to those pix!

But as horny as Yuuji is, he's also a good boy and a very caring boyfriend! Of course, he will clean up his mess! He puts his phone away again, happy about the sexy memories for his private vacation album. And then his large hands land on your beautiful ass again.

"Hold still, please, ok? I'll clean you up, sweetie."

He kneads your ass cheeks, feeling his sticky cum on your skin, and sighs happily. You are really so sweet to him! Letting him cum on you and take pictures of it...so so sweet for him!

And Yuuji is going to be sweet to you too! He leans down and presses a tender kiss on the small of your back before letting his tongue glide slowly over your thick ass, licking up the mess he made.

By now, you are moaning his name so prettily again, pressing your face into the beach towel and lifting your ass for him, spreading your thighs and showing him your cute pussy, sticky with his cum and your juices. Fuck!

A strangled groan falls from Yuuji's lips, and his large hands tighten on your ass, kneading it firmly as he spreads your cheeks apart so he can bury his face between them, flicking his tongue against your twitching pussy to reach every last drop of his cum. It's his responsibility as a good boyfriend to clean you up!

And you taste so good to him! Your sweet cream and his cum are his favorite combination! Yuuji smiles and moans against your heat, not stopping before he has licked another orgasm out of you, making you shriek into the beach towel as your ass and pussy twitch so cutely under Yuuji's tongue. Fuck, he loves you so much!

Later on, when the two of you are back at the busier side of the beach, Yuuji pulls you into his strong arms to cuddle you and kiss you lovingly. His kisses are sweet and slow, full of tenderness and love. He wants you to know how much you mean to him and how lucky he is to have you in his life.

Somehow his hands end up on your ass again, gently caressing your round cheeks. He just can't help it! His hunger for you isn't wholly sated yet. Especially not when you are still wearing this sexy bikini! Maybe he should ask you to ride him reverse cowgirl style once you return to your vacation home? Yeah, he will do that!

A happy smile spreads over Yuuji's face, and he presses another sweet kiss to the side of your neck. He wraps his strong arms around you and hugs you from behind, already feeling his dick twitch the moment your cute ass presses against him again.

Yes, beach days are amazing! But also really hard for Yuuji. Literally.

Thank you so much for reading! And thank you for sending me this delicious thirst! I HAD to write a story for it! Especially now that I have my summer theme, and all I can think about is going on a summer vacation with boyfie Yuuji!

I hope you enjoyed this sexy little summer story with our sweet boy! I am 100% convinced that Yuuji would really lose his mind so much when he sees his girl in a bikini. Even if you are insecure about going to the beach or wearing a bikini, Yuuji will make you feel loved and desired. He loves every inch of you, and in his eyes, you are the most perfect girl ever! You make his dick so hard and his heart so happy! :)

Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Have a lovely summer!!

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