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primofate · 8 months

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[Genshin Impact] Sitting on his lap

Note: Watch me disappear for a long time again after this update.

Warnings: some are a bit suggestive, still safe for work though. established relationship with Genshin man, please excuse and tell me if there are pronoun slips

Premise: You just felt like sitting on his lap, nothing much to it...or so you think.

Characters: Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, gn!reader

Alhaitham

Continues reading his book unfazed, one arm automatically coming securely round your waist. He shuts his book after a few seconds more and passes you an upward glance.

"Need something?"

You only hum in response with a shake of your head, indicating that you had only wanted to be close to him. He sits straighter, chest pressing closer to your back. You feel the warmth of his lips press on the left side of your neck, his head tilted to gain access to it.

There's a deep inhale as he takes in your scent and a relaxed exhale that follows. You hear him whisper, voice almost a tone lower and a rare expression of affection passes his lips.

"You're intoxicating, do you know that?"

Ayato

Chuckles as you plop yourself on his lap. He had been doing some paperwork, but he pushes those aside as he wraps both arms around your middle, moving closer as his head rests on your shoulder.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The usual mischievous lilt in his voice doesn't disappear, he's amused that you've taken the initiative to come look for him, even though you knew he was in the middle of something. Before you could even reply, he beats you to it, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

"Am I right to assume that you, perhaps, missed me?"

"...and what if I did?" you counter with a smile of your own. Head turning sideways to look at him. He grins, one of his hands unravelling from your middle to travel up your face, landing on your cheek, pulling you closer to meet his soft lips.

The kiss starts off gentle, just yours on his. It starts to turn hungrier, still soft, but now it feels like hot lava is churning in your belly at the increasing intensity. He pulls away for a moment only to whisper "Then I'll have to do something about that,"

Baizhu

Looks up from his medicinal notes, taking a few seconds to gaze at your back.

The first thing you feel are his hands resting atop your shoulders, then his thumbs pressing small circles near the base of your neck. You let out a pleasurable moan, relaxing in his hold. Then, as if realizing what you'd done, your hand darts atop your mouth to hide a small laugh.

You could hear Baizhu chuckling alongside with you.

"No need to hold back, darling," his thumbs continue to press circles, now downwards along your spine, continuing his massage.

"Mmmmm..." you try to stifle the next moan coming, "This could so easily be misinterpreted by anyone passing by outside," the two of you share a short laugh yet again.

"Either way, all I'm doing is giving you some love, darling,"

Cyno

He blinks as he feels you sit on him. He was always uncomfortable with the initial position, and so what he usually did was pull you and your legs up, positioning you sideways over his lap, legs somewhat dangling over the armchair. One strong arm wrapped around your back, steadying you and allowing you to lean towards him, tucking your head under his chin.

"Is something the matter?"

You shake your head and offer a simple reply. "Nothing at all, I just wanted to be close to you,"

Your honesty always managed to tug at the edge of his lips the slightest bit. In opportunities like this Cyno didn't say much, instead he liked to savour your warmth melding with his, liked to feel your breathing in sync with his.

He silently presses a kiss atop your head before closing his eyes, and staying that way for a moment longer.

Diluc

Instead of you melting into his embrace it's Diluc who melts around you. The moment you sit on his lap his arms encircle you around your shoulders and pulls you flush against him, your back to his front.

From his position, he nuzzles into your neck and sighs, his hot breath tickling your skin. He closes his eyes and shields himself from the world for a moment, basking in the safety and love emanating from you.

"Hard day?" You ask him and he mumbles something into your neck, incoherent. He repeats it as he pulls away a slight inch.

"Not more than usual," he squeezes you around the shoulders as he says so. "and you?"

You reach a hand up to sift through his hair, he sighs at the feeling and nearly melts into a puddle. "Nothing out of the ordinary," you return his sentiment.

You play with his hair as he holds you close, and in that moment there really isn't much for him to say, though his heart bursts with emotion and fondness towards you.

"Stay with me, Y/N," he makes this request from time to time, and though the two of you have already sworn yourselves to each other, perhaps he needed to say it once in a while in order to hear the answer from you.

"I'll always be here, Diluc,"

Itto

The oni is rather cluless in certain aspects of life, but when you sit on his lap he's guaranteed to be flustered. You prop yourself on his thighs, hands positioned on his legs to keep you from falling in case he made any sudden movements.

"Y-Y-Y/N?!"

"Hm?" You innocently ask, tipping your head back to playfully look at his reddening cheeks. "...Shouldn't you be used to this by now?" you ask, a laugh threatening to escape your lips because of the look on his face.

"I-Well-*ahem* Sure I am!" He puts on a brave face, but he looks like he's also sweating bullets. His hands are stiffly by his side, and he's hesitant to touch you anywhere.

You decide to comfortably lean back and Itto could not think of anything except how warm and soft you were compared to him. He had to get it together, this happened every time you sat on his lap, and it was becoming uncool for him to keep blushing when you did so. He promised himself that he would "man up".

...He still had the same reaction the next time you did it.

Kaeya

Kaeya reacts as if this was an every day thing, in fact this was always a good opportunity to flirt with you.

"Found your favourite spot have you?" Kaeya twists around to peer at you, grin plastered on his face, hand finding your thigh.

"It was tempting, you were just sitting there and it looked like a good place to rest," You returned his grin and felt his chest rumble with laughter.

"You're always welcome, snowflake," his hand squeezes your thigh, eye seemingly glinting with mischief. He shifts around on his seat, making space in between his legs and pulling you right between them, arms tight around your waist, front pressing against your back. "But you'll have to pay a small fee for this exclusive seat, I'm afraid,"

He tilts his head down to gaze at you expectantly, seemingly leaning closer. You smile, tilting your head up for you lips to meet. Kaeya doesn't half ass his kisses. It turns passionate in a split second and his hands are starting to wander up and down your thigh.

"Tsk, tsk," you let out as you part, your noses still connected, gazes steady on each other. "Are you sure it's just a kiss you want, sir?"

He chuckles, "Love, when have we ever stopped at just a kiss?"

Lyney

"Hm?" Lyney chides with a smile as he feels you become comfortable on his lap. He laughs when he realizes that you were not planning on leaving anytime soon. "Hello there my rose," His arms wrap around your waist, and his head rests on your back, snuggling into the warmth of it. He looks almost like a cat purring and rubbing onto their favourite scratching post.

It tickles you the slightest bit, so you bristle with soft laughter. "Lyney!" You warn, and he returns your sunny laugh with a chuckle, but doesn't let go.

"What's wrong, love?" He feigns innocence but now has resorted to placing butterfly kisses up and down your spine, taking a moment to lightly nip at the back of your neck before kissing back down again in a line.

By now you know he's doing it on purpose, so you twist around on his lap, and give him a half-hearted glare. "If you wanted kisses all you had to do was ask,"

Lyney finally pulls back and smirks, that same smirk that shows up when he's at the climax of a magic trick, about to reveal the grandest part. He leans back on the chair he's sitting on, placing both arms on the rests before lifting a hand up, wrists flicking upwards in a motion to beckon you over. "Well come now," the same hand tilts your chin gently towards his direction as he whispers, tongue briefly grazing over his lips, "Let me show you a real magic trick,"

Neuvillette

Neuvillette embraces you in and it almost feels like you're floating on a cloud, weightlessly relaxing in the air. His clothes help to cushion you, but at the same time Neuvillette himself is as warm as a fireplace and comfy as a sea of feathers. It feels safe in the arms of the Chief Justice, as if no harm will come to you. Sometimes you forget that you're in the presence of such an important man.

You almost always end up sliding down the slightest bit, the back of your head resting on his chest, his arm secured around your stomach. "Would you like to retire for the day?" he asks, and this is his code to ask you if you would like for him to stop working and walk back home with you.

"No, don't mind me," you whisper, burrowing further into him. You hear him sigh contentedly. With you, Neuvillette is lovestruck. Whatever is within his power, he would do it for you. He takes your hand and briefly presses his lips on the back of it. "Alright," and just like that he brings the paperwork back into his hands. Reading his notes and documents--highly confidential, by the way. Something that you shouldn't be reading--but he trusts you more than he trusts himself and that was dangerous, for someone like him.

If there ever came a day where you broke his trust, Neuvillette would most likely never trust another soul again. You alone was his deity of truth.

Scaramouche...Ruthless Prince Scaramouche?

"Whadd'you think you're doing?" his eye twitches as you jump on his lap. You glance backwards at him before turning away once again. "Getting comfy," you reply nonchalantly.

"Getting com--" the rest of the words were mumbled, you didn't catch the whole thing but it did sound like he said a very garbled and muffled "my ass" at the end of it. You ignore him and happily stay, humming as you read a book while you're at it.

Scaramouche glares at your back, taking a deep, long breath. For a moment he contemplated on just letting you do it, but the other part of him wanted to just push you off and let your butt painfully land on the ground.

As you were peacefully reading, you suddenly feel his forehead bump your back, though he wasn't holding nor hugging you at all. He stayed like that for a bit, as if he was praying to some God he believed--or didn't believe--in. After a moment he grumbles something more, but now has a firm arm around your waist.

He repositions, opening his legs a bit more to give you more space to rest in between them and then leaning forward to lazily loll his head on your shoulder, looking at the book you were reading. "...What trash are you reading now?" but his tone of voice had levelled off to calm, nearly peaceful.

"...101 ways to annoy your husband," you secretly grin when you hear him scoff. His hand finds its way to the spine of the book you're reading and easily grabs and flings it off to the side.

"You do that plenty, you don't need more ideas," his hold on you gets a little tighter, as if he wasn't going to let you go anytime soon. "Y'know what I've been reading lately...?" you feel his lips against your neck in a chaste kiss but in the next moment you feel a slight nip that sends electricity down your whole being.

"Hm?" You ask absentmindedly, the question doesn't completely register in your mind, what with his hand edging closer to the hem of your shirt, brushing against the bare skin of your waist. He breathes the next words into your ear huskily, his hand sliding upwards, and you feel a shiver making its way to your shoulders.

"101 ways to make you scream,"

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shotmrmiller · 2 months

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pornstar au

f!reader x ghost x price :)

2.7k words

tw: teacher-student scenario again, just for the sake of the porn. also, DP. first time writing it, so be NICE!

big thanks to @waves-against-a-cliff for reading what i won't

You sat on Professor Riley's lap after class, his rigid length smearing precum in between your soft, bare thighs as he fucked them. His large hands curled around your waist, long fingers creating tiny dents where he dug them into the supple flesh.

His breath warmed the delicate skin of your throat, as pants escaped his lips. You deliberately pressed your legs closer together— hoping that it provided enough amount of friction for him to finish.

You need this extra credit, after all.

Ghost inhaled sharply when you did, the grip he had on you almost painful.

"Fuckin' hell." His rich groan resonated in your chest. The gusset of your knickers was damp with arousal, both yours and his. The languid drag of his cock against your clothed pussy was so tantalizing, your core ached to be filled.

You were about to urge him to forget intercrural sex— to undress and fuck you already when a sharp knock on the door cuts through the fog in your head; a sudden rush of clarity pouring over you like a bucket of ice-cold water.

Shit.

Your back straightens at the interruption and quickly move to get off of Ghost's lap when he wraps an arm around your middle, keeping you firmly in place. A strangled noise claws up your throat. He cannot be serious.

"Come in," he calls out.

"No. No no no, you can't— you'll be fired, I'll be expelled, Professor Riley, please—" your voice warbles in your panic. His hold on you is as strong as steel, leaving no room for escape or resistance. You're helpless as the doors creep open and Professor Price steps in.

Of course, it's the most pretentious asshole teacher in existence.

"Hey, Riley, have you gotten the ema—" he trails off. His striking blue eyes flick down to your legs. Or more precisely, to what's still in between them fully erect.

"I was unaware you were busy with a...student." The sound of his footsteps draws closer. "Is this what you call detention?" Price leans on the desk with his hip, eyes never straying from you.

Ghost stifles a laugh. "Ask a better question, Price."

Heat licks up your jaw and cheeks when he resumes his thrusting as if there isn't another whole grown man in the room— one who can potentially ruin both his career and your collegiate one.

"Like what, Riley? Want me to ask if I can get a taste?" You look at Price and notice that his eyes are dark, limpid blue rings around the edges— knuckles stained white with how tightly he's clenching his hands. "You've never been a sharing type."

"Well, this sweet toy of mine loves being shared, doesn't she?" Swiftly, Ghost lifts you, his manhood now nestled against the curve of your back. His clever fingers move to your covered center, and draw featherlight circles on your hood, right above your clit. A whimper falls from your lips at the feeling.

"Answer him, pet. Tell Price ya don't mind gettin' this pretty pussy licked by him." He presses down on your bundle of nerves firmly with the pad of his thumb when you take a second too long to answer.

"I, I don't," you hiss when he rubs, "d-don't mind." Ghost gives your cunt a gentle tap.

"Don't mind what?" You swallow the lump lodged in your throat.

"I don't mind getting my pussy licked by Professor Price." His teeth tenderly graze the shell of your ear, followed by a small nip.

"Good girl," he mutters into your hair. Then directs his attention to Price, who's biting his bottom lip— the look he's giving you making your head swim. "She answered, so get down here or get out," he commands.

Ghost clasps his hands under your thighs and lifts until your feet rest flat above his knees. He hooks a finger into the sodden fabric of your knickers and drags it to the side, baring your glistening slit to the cold air of the room, erupting your heated skin in goosebumps. "On your knees, old man, unless they're too creaky to handle this."

Price's lip curls with unveiled amusement. "I was simply admirin' the view, Riley. Don't get your pants in a twist." He lowers himself to the floor smoothly until he's kneeled within inches of your exposed sex.

His prickly beard tickles the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and his mouth is warm and wet as his tongue slides between your folds.

Another former industry giant devouring your passion with the hunger of a starved man at a lavish feast. Each stroke of his tongue spreads the warmth in your stomach, a pressure slowly rising, building—

"Sit her on you," Price mouths against your cunt.

When you find yourself wedged between two burly men, there's not much you can do except surrender to their wishes. That means being lowered onto Ghost— instinctively closing your eyes as you savor the stretch and biting the inside of your gummy cheek at the mildly uncomfortable burn.

Gravity does most of the work as you sink into him in one gentle stroke.

And without reprieve, Price dives right back in. The dull ache from where Ghost's tip presses into the plug of your womb, to the pleasure coming from the attention given to your swollen bundle of nerves.

An intoxicating mix of bliss with pain furling at the edges.

It's so good, teetering on the edge of too much, but when Price sucks lightly on your clit, your body seizes. You scrabble to grab his dark brown hair, blunt nails biting into his scalp as your shatter around Ghost's cock and Price's mouth.

Ecstasy pulses through you like the steady beat of your heart, white-hot euphoria coursing through your veins. There's a ringing in your ears, shrill and deafening, and your breathing comes in ragged pants as you come down from your high.

Your face glistens with sweat as droplets trickle down your temples, hair plastered to your forehead.

Jesus.

Price lapped at the arousal that dripped down Ghost's length, softly groaning at the taste before giving you a wolfish grin behind his coarse facial hair that was damp with your desire.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," he murmurs.

You relax the tight hold you have on his hair as he tenderly kisses where you and Ghost are joined.

Ghost nudges your ear with his nose, and his deep voice rolls over you like a wave. "Greedy little cunt jus' about cut off my circulation, pet." He shifts under you, sliding even deeper than before, a hiss escaping from behind your teeth.

"I think Price is feelin' a little left out, don't you?" With a shaky nod and a quiet mhm, you feel his lips press against the side of your neck.

"Think you can take us both?" It feels more like a warning of what's to come than a genuine question. The idea of being stuffed by both of them sends a thrill up your back.

Price sits back on his haunches, palming himself from outside his trousers. "Think so, sweetheart?" He rises to his feet and promptly sweeps away everything from the wooden desk, scattering them across the floor. Taking a seat on the desk, he positions himself comfortably, his legs slightly bent and his feet firmly touching the ground. How unfair.

With a hand, Price beckons you to him.

Your legs tremble almost comically after having them in such an unnatural position for so long; tingling when you finally stretch them out in front of you. Ghost's hands at your waist help you stand, wincing when he pulls out of you unceremoniously.

Under his breath, he apologizes and gently nudges you towards Price by pressing his hand on your shoulder blades. "Go on, it's rude to keep him waiting." You're then guided forward as warm hands wrap around your biceps, leading you to stand in front of Price.

You drag your eyes from his down to his groin, where his erection is confined behind the strained zipper. Suddenly, Ghost's toned arms surround you, his hands eagerly reaching for the button on the front. "Lemme help ya out, love."

In seconds, Price's heavy manhood bobs as it springs out, ruddy tip hitting just below his navel. Simon firmly grabs your hand and swiftly turns it, exposing your palm. Without warning, he shamelessly spits on it before wrapping it around Price.

A guttural noise escapes him when you squeeze the thick of it tightly. He bucks his hips in a deliberate rhythm— taking hold of your wrist, ensuring your hand remains in position as he continues to thrust upwards until his cock is slick with his precum.

You can't help but rub your thighs together in hopes of getting some of the friction you're desperate for.

"Not gonna come already, are ya Price? We haven't even gotten started." Ghost ignores his scoff, rapping his knuckles on the desk. "Knickers off and climb up, pet."

You hastily tear off your smallclothes, shucking them to the side with your foot before hopping up on the desk, one leg at a time. Price steadies you with his hands on your waist. As you straddle him, your muscles ignite with a satisfying burn as they adjust the expanse of his thighs.

His voice is soft, gentle even, when he whispers into your ear. "Good?" You gasp sharply when Ghost spanks your arsecheeks before nodding at Price. "Jus' like we practiced, yeah?"

Yeah, just like you practiced. The plug you had to wear throughout the week whenever they both weren't tearing you in half should be more than enough prep. You hope.

Ghost taps the side of your thigh. "Cockwarm him while I get this perfect arse ready."

The stretch is intense as you lower yourself on Price— his cock thicker than Ghost's just not as long— it pushes the air out of your lungs. He bites his lip til it reddens, his eyes fixed onto where he disappears inside of you, fingers digging into the meat of your waist.

Your eyes flutter closed when he finally bottoms out, his girth splitting your swollen walls apart mercilessly.

God, he feels so good.

And then the sting of one thick, lubed finger pressing into your tight ring of muscle smothers some of that pleasure.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." Price tips your chin up with his hand, your eyes meeting his. "Good. Breathe for me, sweetheart." He leans forward to place open-mouthed prickly kisses on your neck. "Breathe, love. You've already taken us before. You did beautifully then, and you'll do beautifully now."

He distracts you from the discomfort by suckling on your skin, leaving red little love bites behind. Then, a second finger, so much bigger than your own. Price hisses sympathetically when you do— a tiny whimper coming from the back of your throat.

This time it's Ghost that breathes into your ear. "Doin' so good f'me."

Then he works a third finger in, and your back arches at the jolt of pain that licks up your spine.

Words of praise fall upon your ears, syrupy and saccharine, dulling the ache. He scissors and stretches gingerly, as he's always done. Ghost takes his time, curling his fingers inside— a slow and steady in and out that eventually has you clamping around Price.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth when you do. "So bloody tight."

"Alrigh' Price." Ghost takes you by the hips and cants them forward slightly, a cry falling from your lips at the change in angle. "Hold her open f'me."

He does just that; rough, worn hands spreading you open almost embarrassingly. There's a hot and heavy weight tapping your arse once, thrice— and then there's a blunt pressure pushing into your other much smaller hole. Your spine bows at the thick invasion, it burns, it throbs, but smart fingers find your neglected pearl and start to circle it.

The pain is merely physical, it can be overcome. Focus on the touch on your clit, focus on the hands that hold you, the heat that radiates from both of them. The harsh breathing of the man behind you as he fights to keep himself from fucking himself into you unfettered. Strained noises spilled from Price's parted lips as he felt your channel constrict, your sex beginning to get slick with your desire.

Ghost hilts, leaning forward until his barrel chest hits your back, a strangled groan coming from him. You felt unbearably full, about to tear at the bloody seams. Every single nerve from your navel down to the tips of your toes was on fire. You felt a throbbing sensation radiating from the back of your skull.

It was scalding hot, searing. The thin membrane that separated them felt stretched beyond its limit.

"Y'okay?" You can't even tell who asked you that past the rushing of blood that's in your ears. Your head feels too heavy on your shoulders, letting it lull forward until your forehead rests on Price's collarbone.

Ghost's chest vibrates as he speaks, the low rumble sinking into your skin, warming you from the inside. "Breathe for us, love. Deep in, slow out."

Right.

You remember what Price had said the very first time they fucked you. 'Breathing helps to process any pain and supports the nervous system.'

As you inhale deeply, your lungs expand to the point where you can feel a twinge of discomfort. But as you exhale, the tension in your body melts, your muscles gradually slackening.

Ghost undulates his hips once languidly, and while the ache flared back to life, below that was the pleasure you've become well acquainted with, desperately clawing its way to the surface.

A moan slips out of you unbidden.

"Perfect. So fuckin' perfect." Price's praise makes you dig your fingers into his broad shoulders, nails biting into his skin.

Then you're lifted by two sets of hands— one on your hips, the other on the underside of your thighs and brought back down. Fuck.

"Tha's it, love. Takin' us both so well," Ghost murmurs. When you begin to mewl, a clear sign of pleasure, Price plants his feet on the floor, and snaps his hips up. Black spots dot your vision, a euphoria shooting through your veins.

God, you hope your hips hold out.

They begin to move in tandem, one pushing in completely, while the other pulls out until just an inch stays inside.

It's sublime, obscene squelching coming from both your front and back. Once your body gives in to their assault, everything starts to blur at the edges, from your sight to your thoughts. You melt in their hands, softening under their touch as they take their pleasure from you.

They begin to fuck you in earnest, breath punched out of you with every thrust, and when Ghost takes control by grabbing a fistful of your hair, it sends waves of something through your stomach. The loud whine that comes from you is filthy.

"Always meltin' into a puddle over a firm hand, pet. Isn't tha' right?" He asks you as if you could even dream of answering. Your tongue is heavy in your dry mouth, and throat like sandpaper.

"Ready to make Price come? Choke his cock with tha' vice-like cunt, love. Wrench it outta him, take every drop of his cum, and then take mine."

Who are you to disobey such an edict?

The snarl Price lets out is animalistic when you squeeze him snugly, his thrusts turn jarring as he swells and stills— twitching inside of you, warmth pooling in your belly.

Only to realize that Ghost finished simultaneously.

There's a joke in there somewhere, about a couple finishing together, but you've been thoroughly fucked stupid.

Cut.

Simon takes you home— his home, and soaks you in a warm, bubble bath that smells like something he shouldn't have.

"I bough' it for you," he hums.

His callused palms knead into your sore calf muscles, hand making its way down to press into the arch of your foot.

"Don't go makin' those noises, love."

Eventually, you address the elephant in the room, and his answer makes your pulse race. "Gotta create a soft safe place f'you to land after somethin' tha' intense. Ya need to wind down, catch your breath."

He says it so casually as if it was common sense.

"Here. Drink your water." The bottle in your hands is room temperature, just how you like it.

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yuutx · 3 months

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐏𝐄𝐆 𝐌𝐄, 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 ! ! (𝒞𝐻𝒪𝒮𝒪 𝒦𝒜𝑀𝒪)

choso kamo x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw. mommy kink. spanking. pegging. praise kink. implications of aftercare. ⟆ msub + fdom ⟆ not proofread ! ‎꒰ ⸝⸝ ˊ͈ ˘ ˋ͈ ⸝⸝ ꒱

i was gonna write a super mean reader x choso fic but we'll save that for next timeee ! ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

His eyes fluttered open, a blurry ceiling above him, a slight chill that enveloped his bare skin. His hair was splayed out around his head, his hands bound to the bedpost with a silk tie. Choso's mouth was parted, his face flushed red as he let out short, hot breaths, the sweat that formed on his brow glistened under the light of the room. His heart pounded in his chest, his cock aching as he struggled against the restraints that kept him bound to the bed. His hips thrust into the air, his body yearning for your touch, your love, the heat that you radiated. His tongue was heavy in his mouth, the saliva that pooled under it threatened to spill from his lips, his body was burning up and he knew that only you could quench this unbearable heat.

You sat back on your haunches, admiring your work. Your hair fell over your shoulders, your lips slightly bruised and your skin was littered with hickeys and love bites, a thin sheen of sweat coated your skin as you licked your lips, taking in the sight before you. Choso lay there, his eyes hooded, his lips parted as his breathless pleas spilled from them, his hips bucking up, his cock hard and weeping, pre-cum dribbling down the shaft.

Hickeys, bites, and scratch marks marred his perfect skin, the evidence of his desire and submission clear for all to see. You smiled, licking your lips as you looked down at his desperate cock, his hips stuttering, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fucked into the air. You reached over grabbing the lube, drizzling a generous amount onto your fingers. You tossed the bottle aside, your hands moving to circle his puckered entrance. Choso hissed, his eyes squeezing shut, his cock jumping as he tried to press back onto your finger, the slick digit rubbing along his entrance.

The strap you were wearing, was the only piece of clothing you wore. The leather harness clung to your waist and thighs, the silicon dildo bobbing in front of you. The eyes of the man beneath you followed every movement of the toy, his mouth watering as he imagined your strap filling him up.

You leaned forward, the tip of your finger breaching his hole, a groan rumbling deep in Choso's throat as his back arched. His hands gripped the silk ties that held him down, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, a whimper spilling from his lips. You leaned down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear.

"What's wrong, baby? Don't you like my fingers?" you snickered, a second finger joining the first. You began to move them, spreading them, scissoring them, curling them, opening him up for the cock that rested between your thighs. Choso keened, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him, his body rocking in tandem with your movements. Your name left his lips in a soft chant, a prayer, a plea. He was desperate for more, for anything you could give him. "Mommy.. mommy.. please, please… mommy.." he moaned, his voice cracking as you added a third finger, the stretch burning him, the slight pain adding to his pleasure. "N-need it.. need more.." Choso's breathless begs had you biting your lip, a fire growing inside of you.

You loved to hear him beg, his voice breathless and desperate, the way his tongue slurred his words, and his eyes filled with unshed tears as he looked up at you. You groaned, lifting his body slightly and twisting the bindings. His arms were now crossed behind his back, the silk tying his wrists together, his face pressing into the pillows beneath him, the curve of his back accentuated by his new position. Choso's knees dug into the mattress, his cock resting against his belly, smearing pre-cum along his abdomen. He whimpered, the ache between his legs becoming too much for him.

You moved behind him, gripping his hip with one hand, while the other guided the tip of the dildo to his stretched hole. You watched his back rise and fall, his breaths heavy and uneven, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he trembled beneath your touch. You slowly sunk into him, inch by inch, the dildo stretching his insides. Choso threw his head back, his mouth falling open in a scream, his eyes wide, his body trembling. He gasped, his head falling forward as you bottomed out, your hips flush against his ass.

"Fuck, baby.. look how well you're taking mommy. Taking me so well, my good boy.." you purred, your hands gripping his hips tightly. You gave him a moment to adjust, his walls clamping down on the toy, the tightness making it difficult for you to pull out. Choso was gasping for air, his body still shaking. He let out a shaky sigh when you pulled out halfway before sinking back into him, the slow thrust making him feel every inch of the toy, every bump and groove on it.

You kept your grip tight on his hips, pulling him back as you snapped your hips forward. You set a fast, steady pace, your cock slamming into him with every thrust. Your poor baby could barely keep himself up, his arms were limp in the snug ties, his body being rocked back and forth as he buried his face into the pillows beneath him, causing his screams and cries to be muffled. Your hands moved up to his ass, pinching the supple flesh, watching as his ass jiggled from the impact of your movements.

Choso's cock was twitching uncontrollably, a string of pre-cum connecting the tip to the bed. He wanted nothing more than to touch himself, but the bindings kept his hands tied. The friction of his cock against the bedsheets was not enough for him, his body ached for release, his head fuzzy as you continued to slam into his prostate. He couldn't speak, his words coming out in choked gasps, his moans and cries spurring you on. "I-I can't- Oo-oh fuck-" he managed to stutter out, the words dying in his throat. "G-gonna.. mommy- m-mommy-" he cried, his voice cracking, a sob wracking his body as he struggled to form a coherent sentence. He was so close, his stomach tightening, the familiar heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. Your hands slid up the curve of his ass before a loud 'SMACK!' rang out, the slap echoing in the room, the stinging of his skin made Choso cry out, his back arching, his body quivering. You gripped his ass, giving the abused flesh a tight squeeze as your hips slammed into him with a practiced precision. "That's a good boy, cum for mommy, let go baby.. Show mommy how much you love her." you murmured, your thrusts becoming erratic as you allowed him to fall apart.

"T-Thank y-youuu mommy! F-fuck.. oh, fuck! G-gonna cum s-so fuck-fucking much! A-ah, ah!" his words slurred, his head spinning as his cock rubbed against the bedsheets, his body jerking violently, a hoarse scream leaving his lips as his cum coated the bedsheets below, ropes of his sticky essence spilling from the tip. "F-fu-fuck-k-k-" his body continued to jerk, his hips humping the bed, riding out his orgasm. Your hands were still on his ass, massaging the reddened flesh, your hips slowly coming to a stop. "There we go~ Look at that pretty cock, all spent and messy.." you whispered, leaning forward, your lips brushing his ear. "Did such a good job for me baby, I'm so proud of you.." you purred, planting a gentle kiss on the back of his neck, your lips trailing down the expanse of his back, the gentle touches soothing the trembling man beneath you.

You tried slipping out of him, the sudden friction making him moan softly, his body too tired and sensitive to do much else. "So.. so good mommy.." he managed to mumble out, his voice was hoarse, his throat sore, and his eyes heavy. He let out a soft whimper when you finally pulled out, his body slumping down onto the bed, his eyes closing as exhaustion took over. You untied the bindings, rubbing the raw skin, pressing a gentle kiss to his wrists, a soft smile gracing your features.

You carefully turned him over, his chest rising and falling steadily, a few strands of hair stuck to his face. You gently brushed the hair out of his face, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on his forehead.

"Let's get you cleaned up, gorgeous.."

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dear-b0y · 6 months

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THIS IS AN MLM BLOG. WOMEN PLS DNI.

“Eyes on the mirror, puppy.”

Dom!Lucifer x shy m!reader

CW: NSFW, amab reader, praise, use of “puppy”, katoptronophilia, begging, handjob recieving, collaring, spit as lube

a/n: omg i wrote this at 2 in the morning

You hated eye contact, but since you started dating the one and only Lucifer, he’d force eye contact almost all the time! Not only that, but when he would openly praise you in public, you could feel your cheeks burn.

Now this wasn’t your first time having intimacy with Lucifer, but this seemed a bit…erotic.

It started with you coming into his room to visit, setting some coffee on his desk with a small smile. He’d been working on things for quite a bit and you figured he deserved a break.

“Ah, thank you.” Lucifer said, taking a sip of the bitter tasting coffee—too bitter for your taste anyway. “You’re welcome,” you smiled. “You should take a break.” Lucifer set down the cup and turned his head towards you, his eyebrows raised.

“Oh?”

Such a simple word, yet it had such an effect…You cleared your throat and looked to the side for a split second before locking eyes with him. You mumbled awkwardly, “Well, you’ve been…um, in here for a while so..y’know.” He listened and nodded, standing up from his chair and now at his full height. You had to tilt your head up to see his face and it was a bit embarrassing to say the least. Lucifer’s hand met with your chin and he bent down a bit to give you a tender kiss. His lips were as soft as ever and you closed your eyes happily. He pulled away and brought you closer, your bodies touching one another. Your cheeks tinted red and you looked down at the floor. This didn’t go unnoticed by him and he gently brought your head up more. “Look at me, c’mon. We really need to work on that eye contact.” Lucifer teased. Your eyes darted back and forth from random things in the room and him before you hummed in agreement. His other hand went to yours and his fingers interlocked with yours.

He said smoothly, “I think we should work on that now, don’t you?” You tilted your head in slight confusion before he gave you a command. “Sit down.”

“Huh?” You questioned, “Like…in front of you?”

Lucifer nodded, smirking as you slowly kneeled before fully sitting on your knees. “Now look at me.” It took you a few moments before you actually did it, your eyes setting onto his. “That’s it, good puppy.” He praised and patted your head, to which your face flushed red. Chuckling, he told you to stay right there as he shuffled through his closet before pulling out a silver lined mirror. It looked pretty refined and you admired the design while he placed it in front of you. “What’s this for?”

“You’ll see.” said Lucifer. He positioned himself behind you and you watched him in the mirror. his hands reached to your neck and a black collar was locked around your neck. Your head snapped back to Lucifer, but he moved your head to face the mirror again. The collar was like that of a dogs, except it had a small lock in the middle. “U-umm..Lucifer?” Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke. “Just keep your eyes on the mirror my love.”

You said nothing and looked at him in the mirror, he seemed to be enjoying himself already. “Good boy..so obedient aren’t you?” He said, admiring how your face went red. His hands went under your shirt and you felt his cold fingers circle on your nipples. You flinched a little at his actions, but the sensitive buds hardened under his touch. Lucifer pinched one of them and your breath hitched while your eyes closed. He licked the shell of your ear and whispered in it, “What did i say, puppy? Eyes on the mirror.” Again, your eyes slowly opened and your gazed fixed on the mirror. Your breathing went shallow and you felt your cock start hardening against your pants. A small whine of both embarrassment and pleasure left your lips. His fingers left your sensitive nipples and trailed down, stopping at the zipper of your pants. “May I?” he asked, you nodded in consent. Lucifer whispered in your ear again while looking at you in the mirror. “Mm-mm. Use your words.”

You cursed in your head and muttered aloud, “I want it, please.” Your eyes flickered away from the mirror for a second before you remembered you weren’t allowed to do that. “Atta boy.”

His fingers fumbled with your zipper before getting it undone, also unbuttoning them. His hand reached to take out your half-hard cock, and then pryed open your mouth, deciding to use your saliva as lube for now. Lucifer’s hand went at a slow pace as he stroked it to a full erection. Your head fell back slightly in pleasure as you let out a shaky breath, then focusing your gaze back in the mirror. Your shaft now glistened with precum, the collar’s lock shining in the light and Lucifer’s smirk. He nibbled your earlobe, “It seems your enjoying this yes? I didn’t know my sweet boy would be a bit of a pervert..” He teased. To your mortification, his teasing comment only made you more needy. His hand moved now at a faster pace and you began to softly moan. You wanted to cover your mouth, but you knew he wouldn’t allow that. So like the obedient puppy you were, you kept your hands at your sides slightly clenched. “Ah—fuck..” you moaned, biting your lip. Lucifer started to whisper into your ear, his thumb rubbing your tip. “I have more ideas…this is just the beginning.” He started, “I wanna see your eyes roll back…your hands tied up. I want everybody to know how good I’m making you feel.”

Your legs began to shake a little, your ears tinting a pink color. His hand stroked your cock faster as he whispered these things into your ear, making you visualize everything he wanted to do to you.

“I’m going to tug you on a leash, you’d like that wouldn’t you? How about I make you call me master..”

Your eyes glaze over, looking at the way he plays with you in the mirror. Those small whines of yours began to gradually get louder, your body being forced in place by Lucifer’s to keep you from squirming. He noticed you trying to keep still. “Are you close, puppy? Let it out, sweetheart…”

With another change of pace, and the pressing of his thumb, you came hard. He stroked you throughout your high. This time, he said nothing as your eyes fluttered shut. However when you opened them, you saw him licking his fingers clean.

“How about we get started with the other things I mentioned, yes?”

#mlm #mlm ns/fw #smut #bottom male reader #sub male reader #obey me smut #obey me x male reader #obey me x male mc #obey me #lucifer obey me #lucifer obey me smut #lucifer x male reader #male reader smut #gay #obey me shall we date

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laiiaaa · 5 months

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Carmy with a stressed cranky gf getting her degree and he’s just so good to her ughhhhhhh (so self-indulgent)

“Carmen, could you—could you just, fuckin’—…watch where you’re going?”

He freezes where he took a misstep, leaving your laptop’s charger dangling near the floor after accidentally unplugging it. A simple little thing, a dumb mistake made while caught up in something else mentally. A matter of a charger extended beyond its comfortable reach. It’d be fixed in seconds, but you weren’t having it.

A confused look washes over him. “I-I’m sorry, baby—” He knows you’re in one of those moods—he always knows—and lowers to pick up the cord. “Lemme plug it back in for you—”

“Or you could just not walk right into it,” you snap, fingers tapping away at your keyboard, face illuminated in a blueish hue from the screen.

“Hey.” He perks right back up after fixing the charger, but you don’t look back at him. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t start that w’me, c’mon.” He comes a little closer, perched at the end of the couch right beside you. “You’re in a mood.”

“I’m not.” You definitely are.

“Baby.” Instinctively, his hand comes to rub your shoulder, his thumb presses just a little firmer along the crook of your neck. “Take a break for the night.”

“I need to finish up with this—”

“‘M not asking.” He gives you that look, with his hands extended to silently demand you hand over your computer. “It’s a Friday night. C’mon.”

You pout, and you huff, and you give him those eyes that tell him you don’t want to, but you save your document and hand it over anyway, quickly curling into the end of the couch and not making a move when he sits next to you.

“You mad at me?” he asks, looping his arm over your shoulder, a little hurt when you don’t melt into his touch like you usually do.

You keep your eyes glued to the wall, not paying him any mind. “No.”

“Then why’re you always workin’, huh?” He squeezes you a little tighter, bringing you deeper into his embrace as he cups your jaw—with those firm, strong hands of his that somehow always have you pliant—and turns you to look up at him. “Every time I come home you’re on the computer with that look on your face.”

“I don’t have a look.”

Smiling, he presses his lips to your forehead. “Yeah you do.” Then to the furrow in your brow. “But it’s cute.”

He scatters slow, gentle kisses across your face, from your temples, to your cheeks, to your jaw, until he finds your lips and takes them carefully, relishing in your act of apology when your hands circle around his forearms and kiss him a little deeper. And slowly, he feels the tenseness in your body begin to dissipate, feels you turn into him more.

Pulling away, still intent on figuring out your rut, he rests his forehead to yours. “Talk to me, baby. What’s got you actin’ all mean, hm?” His hands hold you close, and his thumbs graze your cheekbones. “Somethin’ I do you wanna talk about?”

“No—”

“No?” He’d be lying if he said a wave of relief washed over him. “What’s goin’ on then?”

“I’m—it’s just that—…” You sigh.

He waits patiently, knowing that by now he’s cracking open that shell. “‘S alright, hon, we can work it out.”

“Carmen, I just—” And your lip quivers, and your throat gets sore, and your vision gets bleary from tears emerging. “I have so much to do, and—…”

“For school?”

You nod against him. “It’s just—I get behind on one thing, and then there’s five other things I need to do, and I try to get ahead but then I don’t sleep, and—I-I’m just stressed, is all.”

“I know.” He coos gently at you and thumbs away your tears. “I know, ‘n you’ve been workin’ so hard, baby.”

“Well I’m still not getting anywhere.” Your throat tightens, and tears keep falling, and you feel your resolve crumbling, the last of your strength dissolving now that Carmen’s handling you so gently. “And I just feel so stupid all the time—”

“Uh-uh,” he nudges his nose against yours, “You don’t get to say that, you’re the smartest person I know.”

He pulls you away carefully, just to look you in the eye—and his gut wrenches, seeing you like this, all pouty and wet with tears, your lips salty when he kisses them slowly to mellow the racing of your heart.

With a calm hand he urges your head to rest against his chest, his lips lending a kiss to your temple. “So fuckin’ smart ‘n you don’t even know it.” Naturally, the rest of you follows, with his arms keeping you close, one wrapped around your waist to hold you tight as the other hand rests with on the back of your neck to soothe you, scratching gently at the nape of it. “Always blowin’ me away, baby, you’re so smart. So hardworkin’, too—”

“But Carm—” Your sobs choke you up then, and there’s a throb in your forehead that has you almost begging for sleep.

“Shhh, what is it?” His hand smooths up and down your back, his voice becomes gentler than ever. “Take a breath, c’mon, take a deep breath.”

You push yourself away from his chest, seeing the tears staining his white tee before you look up at him. “I’m sorry, Bear. All the stress, it’s—I’ve been so mean to you lately—” you don’t even process the vigorous shake of his head— “I’m sorry, Bear—”

“Hey, hey, baby, stop—” He wipes tears from your eyes before they get the chance to spill onto your cheeks. “Stop with that, would ya?” Another kiss to your forehead has you melting. “You’re okay. We’re okay.” Another kiss, slower, to your sob-bitten lips, like he wants you to taste his forgiveness.

“But I was mean to you, and I’m sorry—”

His chest physically aches because he knows there’s only so much he can do for you. “I know,” he tells you, “I know, baby, I got you. It’s okay.”

“I promise don’t mean it, Carmen—”

“Yeah, I know that, hon.” Pulling you tight to his chest again, his strong arms wrap around you fully, and he presses kisses to the skin where he’s nuzzled into your neck. “You’re workin’ yourself to the bone, y’know that?”

“Mhm,” you hum, just happy to be held, to be swallowed whole by his warmth.

“You promise to rest up from now on?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah? Not even listenin’, huh?”

“Mhm.” You burrow into him just a little deeper, eyes slipping shut.

He scoffs, but it’s full of love. “It’s gettin’ late now.” He shuffles you closer to him with little effort, hooking his hands beneath your thighs to encourage them around his hips. “Let’s get you t’bed, hm? C’mon—” he hoists you to his hip with a subtle grunt— “Up you go, baby, that’s it—”

And in the brief minute or two it takes for him to turn out the lights in your shared apartment, and the twenty-some paces to the bedroom, you’re lulled off to sleep in his embrace, stoking that fire in his chest that keeps him going—because knowing you feel safe with him, secure with him, is all he really needs.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #jeremy allen white #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto imagines #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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iwa iwa iwa iwa! :(((

iwa who teaches you to touch yourself :(

iwa who’s there to coax you through it, telling you how hard your cute little clit is for him as you sit help on his lap, forced to look at your nude form sat atop him, trembling cunt stuffed with two of your own fingers :(

“god, baby.” he coos. “you’re so turned on. so ready to cum.”

he whispers it against your neck, sucking on the soft skin with a proud, teasing smile.

he can feel you dripping on his fingers but he won't put them in yet. oh no, no, no - not when he has this perfect opportunity to watch his baby make herself cum for the first time.

iwaizumi whose steely eyes soften at your desperate, mewling attempts - hastily pumping your fingers into your own dripping entrance, tearfully trying to make yourself cum.

“such a pretty pussy. and all mine.” he plants a kiss at the shell of your ear. “she’s mine, right cutie? that’s how i know what she needs. ‘m gonna teach you what she needs okay, angel?”

your mouth falls open, lips swollen from how much he’s kissed you - a distressed whine falling from you lips.

“can’t - haji. m’ fingers aren’t like yours!” you sob weakly, pussy walls squeezing pathetically around the thin digits inside you.

he chuckles a bit - you are right in a way.

his thick fingers, calloused but so, so experienced with massaging and feeling every inch of your body - they could make you come undone in seconds.

he’d be lying if he said it didn’t appeal to him; head swimming with the image of you as a sobbing, gushing little mess that can’t stop creaming nice and hard onto his hand.

but he wants to see you draw yourself to that euphoria.

“you can. baby you’re so beautiful on your little fingers. go on, add another. my perfect girl.”

“haji’ i can’t! ‘s embarrassing!!”

iwaizumi who ignores your plea, unfurling your small hand with his own sturdy one and making you rock your grinding hips onto a third, trembling finger. who thumbs your tears away before his hands return down your body to your hips.

“shh. nothing to be embarrassed about.” he gives a low, handsome chuckle - the type you can feel through his chest and his thumbs massage your hip bones. “don’t f’rget to thumb that clit, baby - she needs attention too.”

iwaizumi who kisses your cheek while all your pretty head can think of is how good his lips would feel attending to the wet, hard little bud rather than the sloppy, inexperienced circles of your now wet thumb.

“h-haji!” you sob, hips grinding into filthy little rolls trying to create some kind of friction on iwaizumi’s sturdy lap. but his hands keep you locked in place in front of the mirror.

“iwaaaaa - s’ not fair!” you sniffle, voice breaking pathetically at your attempts to thrust your fingertips onto that innermost gooey spot. you kick your legs like a petulant child but that only makes him tighten his hold on you, his heavy body restraining you. your lips let out a whine, only able to move your wrist and hand, back and forth into your precious folds.

“don’t do that, baby. stay still and look at yourself, angel. that tender little cunt - my baby’s gonna make it cream.”

“can’t like this - iwa, i can’t, I can’t—! i just need you to touch it , please-!” you wail. the stimulation in your pussy is teetering on too much and too little and it’s drivingyouinsane.

iwaizumi who sighs followed by a little chuckle.

“okay baby. if you’re that lost… let me give you a little help.”

you sob, expecting your boyfriend’s fingers to slip inside you and relieve your fruitless efforts when instead one hand wraps around your wrist, the other pulling back you thigh to widen you more -

oh, fuck

iwaizumi who plunges your own fingers deeper and deeper and then back out; fuckfuck-no ‘s toomuch, ‘s toomuch!

the knot in your stomach tightens when he pushes your fingers into something that makes you cry out. something too wet and deep and warm and he just keeps hitting it. he won’t slow down - whywon’theslowdown?!

“rub that little clit and keep hitting that spot nice and fast. that’s it. so good for me, baby, you’re almost there.”

iwaizumi who looks with proud eyes as you gasp and spread your digits inside your own tight walls.

you both sit watching the reflection of you pussy in the mirror as it flutters around your fingers. you melt against him, unable to stop moving your fingers - he just won’t let you! :(((

“haji,,, haji - wait! wait - lemme stop!”

“it’s okay. it’s okay, you’re so close. just a little more…”

“no! no you don’t ‘nderstand - you don’ - it feels funny, iwa - iWA!” every fiber in your body wants to slow your fingers and squirm away but his hands is on yours again forcing your wrist in n’ out and you languish, the most wanton moans blending in with the schlick, schlick, schlick of your sloshy pussy.

“supposed to feel funny. Just let me help… you’re doing amazing, keep your hand like that - good g’rl…”

iwaizumi who growls and lets your other hand pat and pinch and roll your ‘hungry little clit.’ you squeeze your eyes shut.

“no, no baby. look’t me. look’t the mirror. your pretty pussy, she’s so ready to cream. don’t you want to see her do it for the first time by yourself. fuck, your legs are shaking.”

you open your eyes but the sight of the mirror is still blurred by tears as you sniffle out another desperate plea.

“ ‘jime! haji - haji- n’t gonna cum! n’t gonna cum! I’m not -!”

“yes you are sweetie. can smell how close you are. i know this pussy - you’re gonna make yourself get there I promise.”

“no, no!” you babble, desperate to move - “no Haji - ‘s not cum - ‘m gonna pee! feels like it - lemme stop i can’t hold it!”

iwaizumi who chuckles, knowing you’ll ruin yourself if you stop and he won’t let you - your fingers piston in onto that gushing bundle of nerves and he rubs your the lower part of your stomach.

“n-no, iwa, iwa - !”

“deep breath baby. enjoy it for me. you’re doing so good - make yourself let it out for me.”

and then you reach it - your whole body trembling while you thrash against him

iwaizumi who smiles, praises dropping from his mouth about how fucking pretty you look cumming for him - splattering translucent fluid all over the mirror and onto his pants with the most wrecked, tear-filled cry of “ha… ha-hajimeeeee!”

iwaizumi who loves the way you whimper when you come down, utterly overwhelmed and needy on his lap as his muscular form praises you with a smirk.

“did such a good job, baby. congratulations.”

(for @sookisaurus and @sems-diarie)

#iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer #iwaizumi hajime x reader #smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hajime x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x black!reader

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loveshotzz · 9 months

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Soooo, I keep wanting to read a smutty blurb/fic on Steve alternating between soft/gentle and hard/fast on female reader during doggy. I’d write it myself but I get too turned on to finish (the story anyway ayyyooo!)

hi bb! i saw your post and it had set my brain into motion and then when i saw you popped it in my requests I got so excited. needed to write something a lil dirty after all the fluff. i hope you like it! ♥️

wc: 1.1k

warnings: 18+, established relationship, unprotected sex, cream pie, spanking, steve’s a little cocky and we’re a little needy.

Steve’s hands keep a tight grip on the soft curve of your hips, the whites of his knuckles showing under tan skin. He’s mesmerized by the dip of your back when it curves to meet his thrust, the fat of your ass rippling against the tops of his hairy thighs.

“So pretty baby, god - so fuckin’ pretty.”

He leans forward, big hands leaving your hips to press down on the mattress next to yours, somehow pushing in deeper, punching a soft gasp from you while your fingers curl tight in the sheets.

Slick skin against slick skin, the sound of how wet you are is almost obscene as it mixes with each of his grunts that fill the quiet of your bedroom. Every slow drag of his cock against the velvet vice grip of your walls has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. His fat tip hitting that spot just right every time.

He keeps his pace slow, each roll of his hips precise in their mission to make you come undone for the second time tonight. The strand of hair he’s always pushing back drips sweat against his forehead while his lips ghost wet kisses along your shoulder blades.

“That where you want me?” He breathes hot against your ear with another short pump, obsessed with the small whine it gets him.

“uh huh” is all you manage to get out when he does it again.

“So good at takin’ all of me honey, always -fuck” he twitches when your walls squeeze at his praise,”always takin’ it all.”

His thrusts stay deep, slow, pointed and the coil that’s been tightening in your gut for what feels like hours starts to get painful. The need for more makes your hips push back before they circle, your arousal coating the dark patch of hair that frames what you’re begging for. Tightening your walls with purpose to antagonize him, the moan he gives you has your lips twist in a smirk.

“What? Am I not giving you enough?” He whispers when he regains control.

The tip of his nose trails along the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning down your neck before he lifts himself back onto his haunches, his hands grabbing greedy at your sides. squeezing, massaging.

Your legs shake when he stretches you out in a different way, your cheek hitting the mattress while your hips push up to try and take more. It was his favorite getting you like this. desperate.

One of his hand drops between your thighs, the pads of his fingers playing messy with your clit while the other restablishes a bruising hold on your plush curves. A soft chuckle leaving him when you gasp at the new sensation, teetering the edge of overstimulation.

“I asked you a question honey, it’s rude not to answer.” He pulls almost all the way out, making you dangerously close to feeling empty before he snaps his hips burying himself to the hilt. He ignores your cry and the way you almost rip the sheets off the mattress, asking again.

“Am I not giving you enough? You gonna tell me what you want?”

The palm of his hand cracks down against the side of your ass, the jiggle of it making him lick his lips. Your walls flutter, pulling him deeper when he rubs the sore spot, grabbing and squeezing at the soft fat to get a better look at how you drip for him.

“f-faster, please” you manage to squeak when his fingers between your legs start moving in more determined circle eights.

“Such a needy girl” He pulls all the way out this time, replacing his fingers on your clit with his leaking tip. He rubs it against your bundle of nerves, your slick making it slide easily from side to side with pointed pressure. It makes your jaw drop, eyes closing tight as you nod in agreement, your hips starting to rock against him with your orgasm dangerously close like this.

It doesn’t take Steve long to notice, his own release begging to come out with yours but he wants to be buried inside you first.

“Not yet.” He tutts, taking the attention from your clit with him, lining back up at your entrance. “Need you to do it on my dick baby, I wanna feel it.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, not that there was one when he stretches you back out again. It stings in a way that has your eyes watering when he’s half way in, your toes curling when his pelvic bone meets your ass cheeks completely buried, almost bullying your cervix.

“Fuck! - Steve!” You pant trying to adjust to his size again, but he barely gives you any recovery time before he’s setting a brutal pace.

“Just giving you what you want honey, this is what you wanted right?” He taunts between gritted teeth, his eyes threatening to hit the back of his skull when you start to meet his thrusts. Insatiable.

The sound of skin slapping against skin battles with the sticky mess of your arousal as he keeps pounding into you, pulling your cheeks apart to watch how you coat him creamy white. You’re close, he can feel it.

“Need you to be a good girl and cum for me.” He grunts, his long fingers finding their way back to your bundle of nerves making you clench hard around him. “Yeah baby, just like that. Come on, I know you wanna give it to me.”

The grip on your hip becomes iron tight as he drives into you relentlessly, the box springs of your mattress squeak while your head board smacks against the wall with each harsh thrust.

“I’m- I’m gonna - god” you moan loudly when he finds the perfect speed between his fingers and the quick rolls of his hips, the coil tightening to it’s limit finally snapping making you see white.

His name comes out in a scream as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, bringing him to the brink with you. His body goes rigid, cock twitching deep inside of you. A guttural moan escapes somewhere from his chest when he paints your insides, your walls squeezing him so tight it threatens to push him out. He keeps the hold on your hips, making you take all of what he’s giving you before he finally collapses on your back, completely spent.

He leaves sloppy kisses anywhere he can reach, your shoulders, your spine, the back of your neck. Droplets of sweat drip onto your heated skin from his forehead, as he slowly pulls out wincing when he’s finally free. Flopping down on his back after, he doesn’t hesitate to pull you to his chest. He lips feather light on both your cheeks, your nose, and then finally your mouth, chuckling out of breath when you whine puckering for more. His needy girl.

#my writing #requests #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x fem!reader

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 6 months

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Kinktober (24)- Hair Pulling

Scarlet Witch X Reader 18+

Summary: Waking up in her variant's body, Wanda has one thought on her mind. Find her family. What happens when she discovers that in this reality she has a wife not a husband.

Warnings/Tags: Scarlet Witch, Dream walking, Fingering, Oral, Strap-Ons, Rough Sex, Light Angst

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Opening her eyes, the red slowly faded back to green while she took in her surroundings, the unfamiliar room catching her interest. Wanda noticed she was now in a bed, soft and gentle breaths coming from the person behind as she moved to sit up right. Her fingers didn’t hold the corruption of the darkhold in this variant, her fingertips free from the black and darkness that stained her hands. Magic still coursed through her body though, bringing a smile to her lips as she tried to get up.

A pair of arms wrapped around her middle, the witch now only noticing how she was in nothing, the only thing covering her body being the thin sheet that covered the bed. A pair of lips pressed a soft kiss at the base of her neck, travelling further up the skin till their teeth nibbled on her ear lobe, hands tightening their grip around her middle.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?” you rasped out at the shell of her ear, your bare front now flush against her back.

Wanda’s mind practically froze as you continued to press your lips against her skin, her body warming up at the feeling. Her variant was with a woman? Where was Vision? The boys? The darkhold-

“Come on love, I’m sure I could persuade you to stay,” you tease while moving your hand lower on her stomach, Wanda tensing at the touch, trying to ignore the heat building in between her legs. She was here to find her husband and twins, not to fuck whoever was currently in her bed.

“I have to go,” she mutters, turning around to see you, breath hitching slightly at the sight of you. You were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen; your body now being raked over by her green eyes that darkened with every second she looked at you, your hands cupping her jaw and angling her head to look into your eyes.

Maybe staying for a little bit wouldn't be such a bad thing.

“Do you?” you murmur, leaning forward slowly and claiming her lips. The kiss was intimate and passionate, something Wanda has craved to feel for so long. You moan when she kisses back hungrily, guiding you onto your back as you smile into the kiss, your fingers threading through her brunette locks and keeping her head close. “I think you could stay a little longer,” you mutter, her hands drifting down your body experimentally.

“I think I could too,” she whispers in response, her fingers now at your hip bone. Maybe it was wrong to enjoy the love and affection you were giving her, pretending for the moment that you were hers and not her variants. “What do you want, Detka?” the low rasp of her voice, accent delicately wrapping around her words making your eyes darken with lust.

“You,” the tone of your voice a breathy sigh as you let your head loll back against the soft mattress, Wanda busying herself with kissing your neck, teeth scraping the juncture of your neck sending a shiver down your spine. Your words make her groan against your skin, moving to kiss the top of your breasts while looking up at you, pure desire swirling in her eyes. “I need you to touch me,” your fingers softly scratch at her scalp, “Fuck me however you want to, just use me love.”

Your words awaken something primal in Wanda, moving up to crash her lips to yours, tongue sliding into your mouth and dominating it while her fingers swipe through your folds. Both of you moan at the feeling, her amazed at the abundance of arousal now coating her fingers while you moan at the way her fingers draw circles on your clit perfectly.

“Fuck,” you groan against her lips when she slides a long slender digit inside you, curling it perfectly against your velvety walls to have you squirming under her.

“You like that Detka?” she taunts, repeating the action and hitting the spots that make you see stars, pleasure clouding your mind. “Of course you do, you’re just a little slut for me, aren’t you?” A sinful noise escapes you as she increases the pace of her fingers, pumping them in and out of you brutally.

“Yes,” you sigh out, back arching when she slides another digit into you, stretching you out. Your hands move to her back, nails digging into the skin as she crawls down your body, littering it in open mouthed kisses until she reaches your core. Her hot breath fans over you, teasingly kissing around your thighs to have you whimpering under her. “Please,” she licks a stripe up your core, groaning at the taste of you, the addictive sounds pouring out of your mouth encouraging her as she continues to thrust her fingers into you, tongue now swirling around your clit, mouth occasionally sucking on it making you buck against her face. “Oh god Wanda,” your hands move to clutch the sheets next to you, knuckles bleeding white as she eats you out like she’s starved. “I’m going to come,” Wanda merely groans into your dripping core at your words, sending you over the edge as you scream her name, legs trembling around her head as you clamp your thighs around her, rutting against her face to ride your orgasm out.

“Detka,” she moans out when you release her, your arousal now coating the lower part of her face as she moves away from your core. Her eyes gaze down at you, her want and need for you not fulfilled yet. “Turn over,” her voice dropping an octave, you instantly rolling onto your stomach and moaning as you feel a strap on pressing into your ass. You look back to see her magic fading around the conjured-up toy, her kneeling behind you as she teases the tip at your entrance.

“Are you going to take this like a good girl?” she husks out, pushing her hips into you making an unabashed moan reverberate around the room from you. The feeling of the false cock hitting even deeper inside you, Wanda pounding into you from behind makes your brain cloud with the thought of her. One of her hands goes to your hair, bunching it into a makeshift ponytail and pulling on your hair, your head craning back as her hips snap into you.

“Yes, I’m your good girl,” you moan out, hands grasping at the sheets in front of you for support as she relentlessly thrusts into you. A grunt leaves her lips as she continues to snap her hips into you so hard the whole bed is shaking and smacking against the wall with each thrust. Your body writhes under hers as she drills into you with no mercy, desperate to make you numb with pleasure.

“Look at you stretched out and trembling around me,” she husks out between especially hard thrusts before looking down to see the toy being swallowed up by your needy cunt and groans at the sight. “Taking me so well.”

“Please,” you whimper out, Wanda never wanting to forget the way you sound when she’s fucking you like this. Her other hand moves to press her thumb firmly against your clit, your body squirming at her touch. She tugs on your hair again causing a lewd noise to be ripped from the back of your throat, her thumb never easing up from circling your clit. “Please can I come?” you whimper out, body buzzing with pleasure.

“Come for me,” she pants out, keeping up her pace of pounding into you mercilessly. A scream leaves your lips as you tense, pussy spasming around the toy as her name falls from your lips like a prayer, Wanda slowing down to help you with your aftershocks and not overstimulate you. “Good girl,” she murmurs, moving down to interlock her fingers with yours as she kisses along your back.

When you’re ready, she pulls out of you, magic dissipating the toy away and moving to cradle you in her arms, your face instinctively going to the crook of her neck.

“I love you,” you whisper, making the witch tense.

“I..” your finger moves to press against her lips to quieten her, not wanting her to say it back.

“Shush love,” You pull away from her neck to look her in the eyes, a hand cupping her jaw, “I don’t need you to say it back, I just want you to know I love you, in every universe.” Her brows furrow as she looks at you, tears forming in her eyes at the care and love in yours.

“How did you know?” she whispers, you just smiling softly at her before pressing your forehead to hers, letting her enjoy the intimate moment.

“My Wanda would never fuck me like that,” you tease, “She’s scared I’ll break, but it’s ok because I love the way she makes me feel. I love the way any of you make me feel.” You let her move to your neck, basking in the warmth there as tears threaten to spill, arms snaking around your middle and holding you as close as possible, desperate to feel anything but the pain of her reality.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #marvel fanfiction #eventual smut #wanda x you #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff x female reader #mommy wanda #smut #wanda maximoff fanfiction #rough smut #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #dream walking #dsmom #multiverse of madness #kinktober #dom wanda maximoff #sub reader

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hellsitegenetics · 1 month

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Chicken Pot Pie! :D

this is an actual recipe, but I have not tested it so have no idea if its good.

Ingredients

1 tbsp. olive oil

1 1/2 lb. bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs

Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper

1/2 yellow onion, chopped

2 carrots, chopped

2 stalks celery, chopped

1 tsp. fresh thyme

1/4 c. all-purpose flour

2 c. chicken stock

1/4 c. dry white wine

1 c. frozen peas

1/4 c. fresh flat-leaf parsley

1 (14-ounce) package all-butter puff pastry

1 large egg, beaten

Directions

Step 1Preheat oven to 425°F. Heat a large cast-iron skillet over medium-high heat. Add oil. Season chicken with salt and pepper. Cook, skin sides down, until golden brown and crisp, 6 to 8 minutes. Flip chicken and transfer skillet to the oven. Cook, until the internal temperature of the thickest thigh registers 165°F on an instant-read thermometer, 12 to 14 minutes. Transfer to a cutting board. Discard skins and bones, and chop chicken.

Step 2Place skillet over medium-high heat. Add onion, carrots, celery, and thyme. Season with salt and pepper. Cook, stirring occasionally, just until crisp-tender, 3 to 4 minutes. Add flour and cook, stirring, 30 seconds. Slowly stir in stock and wine. Bring to a boil. Reduce to a simmer and cook, stirring occasionally, until thickened, 4 to 6 minutes. Remove from heat. Stir in chicken, peas, and parsley.

Step 3Cut puff pastry into a circle 1 inch larger than the outside rim of a cast-iron pie plate. (You may need to roll the dough on a lightly floured work surface to get it to size.) Place pie plate on a rimmed baking sheet. Transfer filling to pie plate and top with puff pastry; crimp edges. Brush puff pastry with egg. Bake, until golden brown, puffed, and cooked through, 20 to 25 minutes.

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nctsplug02 · 7 months

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Soft dom husband!mark , coming tired from practice and just needs his wife, fluff and smut pls add whatever u think will be fine, your mind works better than mine lol

Love your writings♡♡

Shower Sex M.Lee

GENRE: fluff, smut, married couple.

WARNINGS: shower sex

it was eleven-thirty at night and mark still wasn’t home.

the door unlocking has your ears perked up and has you pushing off the couch. you pause your show and walk towards the front door of the penthouse.

your husband walks in with his duffle bag hanging from his shoulder and his beanie nearly falling off.

“hey, markie. welcome home.” mark looks up and instantly smile. “oh, baby.” mark stumbles forward and drops his bag, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck.

“didn’t wanna use the elevator tonight?” your hands softly pat marks back and head. “it’s been such a long day and.. i really.. really needed to see you.” mark sighs heavily.

you pinch his red ears and smooth the shell. “i’ll reheat dinner and we can talk about how today was while we eat, yeah?”

mark pulls away from you and rubs his eyes. “i know— i’m sorry, baby. i wasn’t home for dinner.” you shake your head and kick the door shut with your foot, the top lock locks instantly.

“that’s alright, baby.” you cup marks face and you kiss his lips. “wanna take a shower instead? you’re kind of stinky.” you say with a giggle.

mark follows your giggle and groans. “i’d love to and i really don’t want to be a pain in the ass but.. i’m really sore and..” mark sighs and rubs his face.

“yes, mark. i can help wash you, that’s fine. you’ve been at practice for over twelve hours, you deserve a break and some caretaking.” you take his hand and drag him to the bathroom.

you don’t bother closing the door since it was just you and mark who lived in the small penthouse.

you undress mark who vents to you about his day, telling you how he barely took breaks because he didn’t want to mess up for their performances.

“okay, go in the shower first. i’m gonna grab some to towels and i’ll join you in a second.” you push mark towards the running shower but the butt naked man watches as you leave and come back with a stack of towels.

“mark,” you whine when seeing him just standing there . “you were supposed to go in the shower and soak up first.” you set the stack of towels on the toilet lid.

“i know,” mark bites his lip and places a hand on the door handle. “just wanted to wait for you.” he whispers and enters the shower.

you shake your head and undress yourself before joining mark in the hot, steaming shower.

“mm, the water feels amazing.” you shut your eyes and sigh. “you mind if i turn the water a bit colder?” you open your eyes to see mark already holding the faucet. “whatever helps you relax, baby.”

you let out a little gasp when the water turns icy cold. “geez,” you mumble, looking down when feeling your nipples grow crazy hard.

“sorry, babe.” mark holds your waist and rubs little circles on your soft skin.

you grab your navy blue loofa and squirt some watermelon body wash onto it, fluffing it up and turning to mark.

“you’ve been working so hard, markie.” you turn him around and scrub the loofa on his back. “i’m so proud of you, markie.” you then scrub his shoulders, a moan exhales from marks throat. “you’re a bit tight there, mark. i’ll give you a massage when we get out.” mark rolls his neck and sighs.

you turn him around and begin to rub the loofa on his chest. “you’re smelling a lot better than before.” you giggle and watch as he inhales the watermelon scent with a giggle.

you move down to his abs, lubing his body with the scented bubbles. “oh,” you stop when seeing how hard mark was.

you look up at mark who bites his lip and flexes his abs making his cock twitch and nudge your arm.

“should i wash this too?” you move the loofa down to his cock. “oh, fuck.” mark gasps and jerks, quickly grabbing your hand and looking down at you.

you bite your lip and grin. “may i?” mark takes in your puppy eyes and nods. you drop the loofa and grab mark by the base.

“you’re so hard.” you whisper, jerking him off and washing away the bubbles. “geez, y/n.” mark groans as you take him in your mouth.

you circle your tongue around his tip and tease his tiny slit. you moan around him as the tip of your tongue massages right under his head.

“ooh, fuck.” mark pants, placing a hand on your head and forcing himself to stop himself before he gets out of hand.

you drop your hands and look up at mark, softly nodding and allowing him to fuck your face. you shut your eyes while mark forces his cock down your throat.

your throat tightens around mark and he moans loudly. his noises bouncing off the tight shower walls. “fuck, y/n. f—fuck!” mark pants and groans, hugging your head and keeping his stuttering hips in place.

marks cum shooting down your throat while you choke and slap his thigh. “just a little bit more, baby.” mark mutters, bucking his hips as if your nose wasn’t already touching his abdomen.

marks tip tickling the back of your throat causing you to gag. your eyes water and tears slip past your cheeks.

you gasp and fall on your ass when mark releases you. you wipe the drool from your chin and attempt to catch your breath. globs of tears slip down your cheeks and the shower quickly washes them away.

“i’m sorry, baby.” mark helps you up and hugs your body against his. “i got a bit outta control.” mark presses a few kisses on your shoulder and jaw.

“that’s okay,” you pinch his ears and rub his jaw. “you feelin’ better?” mark looks up at you. “a little bit. but,” you raise an eyebrow. “but?” you question.

instead of answering, mark pins you against the wall and lifts your leg. he pins your thigh to his hips and slips his fingers into you.

“oh, fuck.” you gasp, dropping your head and letting your knees buckle. mark catches you and rests his forehead against yours, droplets fall from his nose and strands of hair.

“try and stay up for me, gorgeous.” mark mutters with a smirk.

it was torture, mark fingering you while telling you to not cum yet. his thumb rubbing your clit while he fingers push past your gummy walls. his fingers curling and brushing your g-spot.

“hold on, baby.” mark grunts as he grabs his dick and holds it against your entrance. “mark, please hurry!” you whine desperately.

“you’re so eager,” mark chuckles. “it’s pathetic.” he scoffs and pushes himself into you.

you dig your nails into his shoulders as mark brings you to your tip-toes. mark squeezes your thigh and moans as you tighten around him.

mark fucks you quickly.

his hips smacking against yours roughly, his vocals kicking in and mixing with yours. the sounds of skin smacking against skin echos in the small shower.

“oh, mark.” you moan, pulling him closer so that his chest is pressed against yours. “i’m gonna cum, mark.” you gasp as mark rolls his hips and pushes himself deeper inside you.

you hug mark tightly as you cream all over mark. “s—shit, y/n!” mark shudders and thrusts one last time before shooting his load into you.

uncontrollably, marks hips stutter into yours.

mark drops your leg and backs his hips up, just a bit so his cock falls out of you.

mark drops to his knees and lifts your other leg, giving the first leg a rest. “mark, what are you—?” mark gives you one look and buries his face between your thighs.

“oohh, wow.” you gasp and grab a fistful of his hair. marks tongue enters you before leaving and licking a long stripe on your clit.

“shit.” you hold your breath.

you run your fingers through his wet tangled hair while his tongue circles your clit. “fuck,” you groan and watch as mark eats you out like a hungry man. “oh, my god.”

mark turns his head and laps your juice from a different position.

“i’m gonna cum, m—markie!” you jerk forward as mark sucks your clit. his mouth fully attached to your clit, his only focus.

marks tongue suckles and brings your orgasm closer… and closer… and—

you shudder and let out a cry when your orgasm hits you. it stings you like a bee and doesn’t go away until mark is pulling away, heavily breathing.

his chest falls as fast as it rises.

“you taste,” mark wipes the back of his mouth with his backhand. “so fucking sweet.” he chuckles with a taunting smirk.

mark stands up with his hands on your hips.

“i do, huh?” your legs buzz and slowly turn numb. “you taste very sweet, baby.” mark pulls you by the waist and hugs you to his chest.

“i wonder how sweet you’re gonna taste.” mark inhales to say something but doesn’t say a word, instead he watches as you lower yourself onto your knees.

you bite your lip and grab him by the base, “mwah.” you press a soft kiss on his tip. “fuck, baby. this is gonna be a long night, huh?”

you swirl your tongue around his tip and hum. “uh-huh.” you giggle before swallowing him whole.

AN| this was so shit but it’ll have to do for now! i love you all, i’m sorry for being inactive. i’m so busy! <3

#ash talks #nctsplug02 #anon #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #nct smut #nct 127 #nct imagines #kpop fluff #superm mark #mark fluff #mark lee smut #nct mark #mark smut #mark lee

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belleetoiles · 7 months

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YOU LOOKIN'?

pair. wriothesley x reader. nsfw content ahead

cw: afab!reader but no pronouns used. cockwarming, established relationships, biting, needy wriothesley ... i think that's all but let me know if i missed anything that needs a warning ｡◕ ‿ ◕｡

Wriothesley has poor self-control. When it comes to you, at least. It's a fact of life— something that you've always known even before you were married. It has its perks.

"Eyes over here."

You know he meant to sound demanding, but the choke in his voice betrays him. He's buried so deep into you right now, cock sheathed entirely into your walls with no intention of retreating. It's knocking the breath from your lungs.

"Baby," you croon sweetly, head thrown back onto his shoulder. Your eyes are boring into his, wet and messy from the tears of your previous orgasm. The sight only makes his dick throb inside of you.

It was his idea to have you cockwarm him in the first place. It was his curiosity that got the better of him. It was his fault that he came home in such a sour mood and immediately threw himself into your arms, all needy kisses and bites.

So why is he the one not in control?

His jaw is clenched so tight that he can feel it getting sore, fingers digging harshly into the flesh of your hips to keep you steady. He needs you to be steady lest he blow his load pathetically early.

You whine in what he can only imagine is partly protest, partly pleasure, and then he presses a kiss to the spot just below your ear that makes you nearly scurry away from him.

"I told you to fucking look at me," he rasps when you squirm in your spot.

It's a futile attempt to escape his teasing; with his knees spreading yours further apart and your back against his chest, you're completely caged up and at his mercy.

His fingers find your chin and tug your head back to his shoulder so that he can watch you blink up at him with trembling lips. It makes it too hard for him to restrain himself when you look so pretty all spread out like this.

A low hum of satisfaction escapes him when one of his hands trails down between your legs to your embarrassingly exposed cunt, already sopping from his previous abuse. Wriothesley can't help it— his thumb pressing slow, languid circles into your clit the way he's done a hundred times before, like second nature to give in to you.

Your back curls against his chest and he squeezes your flesh harder to still your movements, hissing at the grind of your pussy up and down his length in response to his touch.

"Please," you breathe out when he kisses the wet spot of saliva gathering in the corner of your lip, "I need you to move."

"I move when I decide to move," he grunts despite the way his sanity is slipping with each passing second.

But then your eyes meet his again, expression so flustered and fucked out that his cock aches to feel every squeeze of your pussy around him, and he breaks.

You've always had this sick and twisted sort of spell cast on him. He's so easily enchanted by the little noises you squeak out and the way tears gather at your lashes with even the slightest of movements.

You bewitched him. A siren's call.

"Shit," he groans, hips snapping up into you so suddenly and roughly that you squeal in surprise. "Screw that."

His teeth sink into your shoulder so sharp you know he's leaving a mark of some sort. The flat of his tongue smooths the spot over as he pants against you, finally throwing all inhibition to the wind and deciding that, fuck it, you feel too good for him to just stay stagnant.

"Be good for me, yeah?" He mutters out through grit teeth, lips pressed to the shell of your ear. His hand finds your throat and pulls you back so he can meet your eyes again. And from this angle, he can also see the sinking of his painfully hard dick into your cunt with every bullying thrust. Just the sight of the gleaming ring of arousal around the base of his cock nearly makes him cum. "Be good and I'll treat you real nice," he promises.

Wriothesley has poor self-control, but at the end of the day, he always knows how to make it up to you.

#✧˖*°࿐ after dark writings #genshin impact #genshin #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #wriothesley x y/n #wriothesley smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wriothesley genshin

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lunitawrites · 21 days

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Heavy Rain - a Joel Miller one shot

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

rating: explicit

summary: It´s been raining for weeks when Joel finds you curled up on his couch.

warnings: reader struggles with mental health (please note that this is not based on any scientific diagnosis of a mental illness, it is coming from my experience struggling with my own mental health), crying, smut (PiV), heavy emotions

a/n: This is for @undercoverpena´s April Showers Challenge. You can find the rest of the works under the #UndercoverAprilShowersChallenge tag.

word count: 850

The rain feels heavy on Joel's shoulders as he arrives home that evening. It's not unusual for the Texan spring to be this wet, but this time the rain stretches over weeks, painting the blue spring skies grey, soaking the dusty terrain until it turns into mud under his shoes.

His house is cold, almost feels damp as the walls soak up the never-ending rain. You are lying on his couch, only lit by the fluorescent light of the muted TV, displaying commercials, long forgotten by its audience.

He can hear your quiet sobs from across the room. He knows you noticed him, but you don´t turn, just pull your blanket tighter around your chin. He walks then, slow steps towards you, seemingly afraid that he might startle you if he moves faster.

You are silent now as the back of his knuckles brush on your cheeks. I know, he whispers into the darkness, not even sure if you can hear him.

He goes into the kitchen then, quietly closing the door behind him, when he is sure it won't bother you, he flicks on the lights. Half eaten cereal and a bottle of wine, only missing a glass from the burgundy liquid. Your journal lies open on the dinner table, its pages blank. He closes that first and then slowly and meticulously puts everything in order. He heats up soup from the freezer, puts on a kettle of water to boil.

When the kitchen is in order, he puts the soup and mint tea on a tray and returns to the living room. He places it on the coffee table in front of you. You open your eyes and give him the faintest of your smiles. A smile almost just to mask your lips trying to curl down, your eyes ready to cry. You sit up, the material of the blanket bunching around your waist, revealing the stained t-shirt you are wearing. You seem embarrassed for a moment when you notice and pull the blanket up to your chin again.

He offers you the soup then. He would feed you, but he is sure you would never let him do that. You take the bowl in your hands, lacing your fingers around it, enjoying the warmth radiating from the ceramic.

He leans back besides you, taking your calves and placing them over his lap, his hands drawing slow, mindless circles on your bare skin. Both of you stare at the muted TV in silence, none of you bothered enough to look for the remote to change the volume.

You put the bowl down as you finish and curl up again on the couch, removing your calves from Joel's lap. He can see tears in the corners of your eyes again, threatening to overflow and paint wet stripes on your cheeks. You swipe them away with the heel of your palms and squeeze your eyes shut. You hold your breath to keep yourself from crying.

Joel curls behind you, his whole body hugging yours. Breath, his mouth is on your ear, leaving a small kiss on the shell of your ear. So you do, let the air flow into your lungs. You keep it in for a few seconds and let it out slowly, feeling your tears escape your body the same time the air does.

You take his hand and press it against your chest, squeezing yourself impossibly close to him. The rain is still drip-drip-dripping on the windows, a monotonous sound that you cannot escape. I want it to end, you breathe and you both know you are not referring to the rain.

He buries his face in your hair, breathing you in. You can feel his length hardening against the curve of your ass. He mumbles an apology and adjusts his position so that your bodies are no longer touching.

No, please, you push yourself back again, make love to me. The urge to have him inside you takes over your body. You push your underwear down, kick it off with your legs, and then reach behind to remove his jeans too. You hear his quiet hey, baby, stop; but your only answer is the squeaky pleas that are falling from your lips, landing straight at the bottom of his spine.

He takes his cock out, fully hard now, propping it to your entrance and entering you with one swift motion. You moan in unison at the feeling, his hands holding you close, splayed out on your stomach.

He fucks you then, no rush in his movements, peppering small kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders. He mewls quietly in your ear every time he fills you up. He does not stop until your body tenses around him, pleasure ripping through your tired body. When he comes, it is with a soft groan buried in your neck.

At least now I have something in me that I love, you whisper. The rain has stopped now, the only dripping sounds are his tears landing on the bare skin of your chest.

Thank you so much for reading!

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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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Drunk words, sober secrets

adult Neteyam x female Na’vi reader

Words: 3.1k

Summary: Getting drunk with Ao‘nung was probably not the best idea you ever had. Good thing a certain someone always makes sure you‘ll get home safe and sound.

Warnings: explicit smut, use of alcohol, reader is super drunk, Ao’nung is a bitch, Neteyam was raised right, sexual harassment, secret crush, thigh riding, praise kink, little bit of angst if you squint

Notes: Tanhì = little star, bioluminescence freckle 💫

They said the first sip was always the worst. That much was true. You couldn’t help but grimace as the liquid burned it’s way down your throat, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. No wonder they called this a warriors drink. But the next two or three… or ten sips didn’t taste nearly as bad as the first one did. Now it just tasted funny. Matter of fact, everything was pretty funny right now. You couldn’t even contain the giggles and soft laughs at everything that Ao’nung was whispering into your ear. Half of the stuff you didn’t even understand, thanks to the loud chatter and laughter of his friends, who were sitting in a circle around the fireplace with you.

Ao’nung prods the bota bag opening against your lips once again and before you can refuse, he tips the bag up so the liquid inside pours itself right into your mouth. If you were anywhere near sober, you would’ve probably gone crazy about this, but right now you were only capable of smiling and swallowing whatever’s in that bag. You didn’t even register most of the things that were happening around you anymore. It was all just a blur of movements– the way Ao’nungs arm was laid over your shoulder, how his fingertips toyed with your top, pulling it down enough so he had a descent view of what was underneath. The way his lips lingered on your cheeks or on the shell of your ear, whenever he leaned over to whisper whatever filthy joke came to his mind just to make you laugh some more.

You felt hot. Everything was so hot, your mind felt dizzy from the heat. Did that came from the fireplace or was that the liquor? Even sitting, you had to stabilize yourself by leaning against Ao‘nungs chest for support. He seemed to realize that you became drunker by the second and then a mischievous grin appeared on his face, "Let’s go somewhere more private, hm? What do you say, little pearl, want to have some fun? It’s getting kinda boring here." That sounded really tempting to your ears. Taking your hand in his, he allowed you to stand up first– a task that was way harder than you remembered. Your legs felt like jelly and the world around you spun so much, that you almost fell right back down onto the sandy ground.

But then something firm closes itself around your wrist and pulls, yanks you away from Ao‘nungs grip and makes you stumble forward until you land face first against a solid chest.

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, before I’ll rip them off!"

You would recognize that voice everywhere, even passed out in a deep coma. It was Neteyam who was currently holding you tight against his chest, his arm wrapped around you, while he spat insults at Ao‘nung.

"She came here on her own, forest boy", the olo’eyktan’s son chuckled and then shrugged, "Don’t act like I forced her to have a good time. It was her decision to—"

"Oh yeah? She definitely looks like she’s capable of making her own decisions right now", Neteyam interrupted him, loud enough that you flinched and that in return finally pulled you out of your drunken trance.

"Teeey, you came!", you slurred a little tardily, "Let’s– Let’s have fun together, Tey!"

"Not now, Tanhì", Neteyam grumbled and then declared this conversation to be over, dragging you with him. His grip on your upper arm was tight enough, he half marched and half carried you with him. "Where are– where we going?", you giggled as if there was anything funny about the situation.

"Home", he responded coldly.

Neteyams steps were solid on the ground, but yours were uneven, shaky, and you stumbled here and there. The walk back to the village would take a while and Neteyam was silent for the most part of it. Everything that he needed to say, he already did. Which mostly contained about lectures, how you shouldn’t drink this stuff and that being in Ao’nungs company wasn’t good for you and that you should be more careful and all that stuff that you were too drunk to pay any attention to. He’s always been a little too overprotective anyways, so it was nothing you hadn’t heard before.

But now he was just silent, listening to your drunken rambles and whatever nonsense came to your mind. Luckily, there weren’t any other metkayina walking around at that time of the night. The alcohol-induced flush on your face was even visible on the dimly lit shore, with the only source of light being the bright stars and polyphemus, pandoras moon. Underneath that flush, your bioluminescence freckles did that sparkle-thing they always did when you were excited. That’s how you earned yourself the nickname tanhí after all.

You were walking a bit behind Neteyam, gesticulating wildly as you spoke, "… and your hair look soo smooth, how does it always look so smooth? Just like your lips, oh I reallyyyy want to kiss you. D-Don’t you want to kiss me? C‘mon tey give me– give me a kiss!"

"I‘m not giving you a kiss", Neteyam said sternly. You’ve been talking about kissing and hair and lips and flying and the ocean and what not for the past twenty minutes– non stop. Only pausing to laugh and giggle. His head was slowly beginning to pound heavily and he prayed to Eywa that this night would be over quickly.

Once your voice drifts a little further off, he turns around to find you sitting down on a big rock near the water. Neteyam looked back at you and turned with a reluctant shake of his head. "Unbelievable…", he mumbled under his breath.

"Okay, okay m-maybe I can give you something else if you don’t want a kiss", you hiccuped and then, to his horrify, you began to lift your loincloth up, "I feel so funny down there, wanna see?"

Neteyam almost chocked on his own spit as he grabbed your wrist to prevent you from doing something you would most definitely regret later.

"Stop that!", he hissed.

"C‘mon tey", you slurred, "I want you soo bad, why don’t we have fun? Ao’nung wanted to have fun with me…" The last part came out as a defiant mumble that Neteyam purposefully tried to ignore. You weren’t yourself. You didn’t mean it, he knew that.

"Keep walking, c‘mon. We’re almost home", he tried to pull you to your feet again, but like a toddler beginning to throw a tantrum, you wriggled yourself out of his grasp to stay seated.

“Noo…I don’t wannaaa", you had adapted a whine to your voice, much to Neteyams dismay.

"Just.. Just gimme a second", you managed in between a chorus of giggles and hiccups and a tiny crinkle formed in the spot just between his eyebrows. Defeated and too tired to keep arguing with the toddler version of yourself, he finally sat down next to you. "My tummy feels funny too", you giggled, "I really want to kiss you, did I ever tell you that? Like, I really really want to kiss you. Why don’t we kiss? Your lips look so smooth, just like your hair. I wish my hair was as pretty as yours! Just like– like your lips. Can I kiss you?"

Neteyam didn’t respond. His hands were balled into tight fists, his knuckles already turning white and so he crossed his arms over his chest. He tried so hard to stay composed. Whatever liquor you had consumed today was probably easier to swallow than the fact that he couldn’t have you... Not even when you were so willing before him, begging to be touched. It was just not right.

You were his best friend. You trusted him with your whole heart, you even knew all of his secrets. Except for one.

That he was in love with you.

For many years Neteyam had tried to keep himself from acting upon his desires. He just didn’t want to risk loosing his dearest friend. He knew that you were probably not interested in anything else but friendship. After all, he had never really felt like you were trying to be more than a friend to him. You didn’t look at him the way he looked at you. When you touched him, it was without any other thoughts. It was just friendly, platonic– a touch between friends, not lovers. Even right now, it felt wrong. The things you said, the things you told him you were thinking about, that was just what the alcohol made you believe. It wasn’t true. You would’ve probably wanted to kiss anyone right now… he was just lucky to be the first best option to be around. It hurt, but Neteyam refused to make himself false hopes.

Neteyam expression was serious, but you loved how it softened slightly when he finally looked over at you.

"Listen Tanhì, I’m not going to take advantage of you", he sighed, "You’re drunk and i‘m taking you home right now."

You groaned when he pulled you against his chest and made you lay your arms around his neck. His thigh wedged itself between your legs and then he bent down to pick you up, but you refused to cooperate.

"C’mon", he grumbled, "Lift your legs, I’m going to carry you."

"Noo tey, don’t be soo boring", you complained.

Neteyams breath stuttered at the whining tone in your voice and having your head so close that your soft hair tickled his collarbone wasn’t helping either. His skin tingled and he felt warmth spreading up to his cheeks when you nuzzled your face against his chest. And then you wiggled your hips and it was like a punch to his guts.

At first, Neteyam didn’t know if you did that intentionally, but then you pressed yourself further down on his leg, until you were sitting on his thigh.

He gulped and gritted his teeth to not let the groan escape which was bubbling up from his chest when he felt your sweet cunt against his skin, only separated by a thin piece of fabric.

“What are you doing?”, he asked in a hushed tone, his hands flying up to grab your hips and prevent you from moving. He just wished he could righten his beginning boner which was pressing in an awkward angle against his loincloth. He had to stop this right now, before you would do something that you would regret as soon as you were sober again.

But you only chuckled, pressing your body tighter against his. “Having fun", you quipped, smirking. You could feel the heat pooling rapidly in the pit of your stomach, heart beating hard against your ribs and pounding loudly in your ears as your breaths came out in short pants. You felt his leg tense beneath you, unintentionally applying some delicious pressure against the hot little button at the top of your pussy.

"Don’t do that", Neteyam said lowly and through gritted teeth. His self control was wearing thinner by the second.

"Do what?", you looked up at him, batting your eyes in an act of fake innocence that almost drove him insane. The grip he had on your hips tightened some more, to the point where it almost hurt.

"Put me in a position where I have to resist you."

Neteyams words sent your heart a flutter, stomach bunching into a tight knot and your nerves tingled like a live wire. He must’ve realized how hard he was holding the soft flesh of your hips, because he eased the grip of his hands a little.

"m'sorry", you said softly, the tips of your ears burning with an intense heat as you stared up at him through lidded eyes. The pressure of his muscular thigh made your head feel dizzy, eyes dazed as you tried to focus on him. You couldn’t stop your body from taking what you longed for, slowly beginning to grind yourself against him.

A salacious moan tickled the back of your throat, eyes fluttering and threatening to slip close as a pleasant heat licked at the base of your spine and pooled into the pit of your stomach. Your long lashes brushed against your hot cheeks as another moan spilled from your lips, bare skin prickling with goosebumps as your blood simmered in your veins. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip and then a shudder wracked your spine as you dragged your clothed pussy over Neteyams leg.

"Tanhì", he said it like a warning. "M‘sorry tey", you mumbled under your breath, pouting a little, "can’t help it… y'feel soo good."

Neteyam was sticking by his statement of not helping you. You were drunk. Drunk and needy, but he wouldn’t give in. He didn’t want you to wake up tomorrow and think of him as some creep that took advantage of your drunken state. He would’ve been no better than Ao’nung, that prick.

But if you were to do it without his help… That would change the whole situation, right? If you were going to be greedy tonight, you would have to do it yourself, he thought. He wouldn’t take advantage of you. He would just let it happen and not intervene. Then it would be different, it would be fine… right?

Neteyam looked down at you and his heart squeezed tight in his chest. The sigh he let out was one of defeat and then he finally gave in, "It’s okay. Do what you gotta do." His voice was barely above a whisper, but he knew you heard him loud and clear.

You took a deep, shuddering breath, tongue darting over your dry lips as you swallowed around the lump in your throat, unable to respond to him. And then you continued to move your hips.

You experiment with different paces and pressures, trying to figure out the best way to get yourself off. It doesn’t take very long to find out what works best for you. Every rock of your hips was bringing you a jolt of pleasure. It felt so euphoric that you found yourself never wanting it to end. Everything was being stimulated with each buck of your hips and small shivers shot up your spine every time you brushed your clit against his muscles.

"That’s it, there you go", Neteyam whispered above you, his hands firm on your hips but still not guiding you as you moved them in little circles, dragging against his thigh.

You were breathing heavily against his skin, eyes squeezed shut as you shamelessly used him for your own pleasure. You just couldn’t help it, too drunk to care.

And Neteyam couldn’t believe how lucky he was to just have you here, humping his leg like you were in heat, hearing how pretty those breathy little moans were. If only you knew how long he had been dreaming about hearing them, but oh Eywa’s ways could be so cruel sometimes. Because now that he finally heard them, he could do nothing but listen.

The bulge under his loincloth was very much prominent, yet he tried his best to angle in his hips so you wouldn’t come close to touching him. If you would, Neteyam didn’t know if he could hold it together any longer… This was a test for his patients and how much he could restrain himself, he thought. And then he cursed Ao‘nung for getting you drunk, cursed you for being so needy and cursed himself for allowing this to even happen.

The thin fabric that separated your sweet cunt from his thigh was becoming more soaked with each drag and pull of your hips. You were growing wetter by the second, so much, that a wet patch was beginning to form on your loincloth. He could feel it on his skin. It made it easier and even more pleasurable for you to glide yourself up and down.

"You’re dripping all over my thigh, tanhí", Neteyam said lowly. He felt the rhythm of your hips stutter for just a second, your arms around his neck tightened and you buried your face deeper into the crock of his neck. "Sorry", was all you managed to respond.

"Don’t apologize, just… just make yourself feel good. I‘m right here, keep going."

You were in complete control of your own movements while his strong hands were digging at your hip so hard, you knew they were going to bruise tomorrow. Still, you kept moving along to the rhythm that you desired, adding more pressure to your clit.

The coil in your abdomen grew tighter and tighter, skin glistening with sweat as your panting increased. The sensation of pleasure was threatening to bubble over, toes curling in anticipation of the snap begging to release inside your body.

Neteyam watched you through lidded eyes, cock straining against his coverings as he felt you soak his thigh. All he wanted to do was reach out and wrap his hands around the soft flesh of your breasts as they bounced gently against his chest with each movement. Instead, he stayed unmoving, hugging you a littler tighter and watching you seek your high.

A mewl came forth as you increased the speed in which you were grinding yourself against him, "I’m so close, tey… can– can I come?"

That familiar coil in your lower abdomen was moments away from snapping. Neteyam hums, voice deep and thick as he spoke to you in a hushed whisper, "Go ahead, tanhì. Come if you want to. Make a mess all over my thigh."

His words were just what you needed, a string of curses falling from your lips as you felt your orgasm wash over you and your walls began to clench around nothing. Your face twists with pleasure as you moan and slide your throbbing clit across his muscular thigh. All you could manage were whimpers and whines as you hurriedly dragged your cunt against his skin until you were shaking and panting heavily.

"Just like that, good girl", Neteyam whispered, "I’ve got you, it’s okay." His hands had moved from your hips to your back, gently caressing your soft skin as you came down from your high. His words made you feel warm inside and his arms around you gave you a feeling of safety.

Tired barely described the way you felt now, your legs felt heavy like stones, your shoulders slump under an invisible weight and your very insides churn sluggishly in protest as you tried to stay awake.

The last thing you were still capable of doing, was lift your legs enough so Neteyam could finally pick you up and scoop you into his arms.

Burning and heavy, your eyelids finally drop as you inhale his scent. It’s nature itself, woody and floral. Comforting. You breathe it in as the world begins to fade from your awareness.

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ang311ic · 22 days

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Kyle Gaz Garrick loves to make a mess of you…

He revels in it, it’s cruel but he can’t help himself. The fucked out look on your face, the sheen of sweat that gathers over your naked body, your tousled hair and of course, the breathless sharp mewls that slip uncontrollably from your lips. You trust him enough to let yourself lose that poised front you put up.

“Come on Sweetheart.” He pants against the shell of your ear as he thrusts into you hard once again. “One more, that’s it.” He goads. It’s a lie, you know it is, but you don’t call him out on it. You’re not even sure you’ll be able to do it in this moment, three orgasms later your brain has long been turned into jelly.

“Kyle..” You keen, your voice high and full of desperation. You can feel the coil in your lower belly slowly tightening with every thrust of his hips. The way this going, the coil would soon be snapping, unleashing another wave of pleasure over you. “Please…please.” You moan breathlessly and arch your back, pushing yourself closer to Gaz practically moulding the pair of you together.

“Mhm, I know. It’s a lot isn’t it?” He coos and his hand snakes down your dripping pussy, rubbing small circle on your throbbing clit leaving your mouth hanging open.

“Don’t, please, just, don’t, don’t stop!” You manage to get the words out of your mouth. You can feel yourself getting closer to the brink with every second that slips by, that’s all you can think about now.

“I won’t lovie- wouldn’t dare.” He mumbles soothingly though the hitch in his voice was prominent. He, like you, was approaching the edge but he wouldn’t dare finish before you have. Your pleasure has and always will he his top priority. He stops for a moment, lifting your leg to place it over his shoulder before you could even ask what he was doing he nudges his length back into you. The tip of his cock, brushes against the spongey spot deep inside you, sending waves of please shooting up your spine.

It was almost too much, every part of your body, every sense was overwhelmed. You moaned loudly, squirming under him as the coil inside you finally broke. “Kyle!, I yes- please, like that.” You ramble mindlessly, short gasps for breath escaping between each one.

As soon as he felt you pulse around him he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. “Good girl, there you go.” His praise was so soft, making you feel even more relaxed in your floaty orgasmic state. Kyle nestles his head in the crook of your neck, the low groan that escapes his lips vibrating against your jugular. He shudders softly as he releases inside you, his own cum mixing with yours.

He rests his body weight against you, tired and desperate to be close to you. He couldn’t help but want to stay here forever, the smell of you filling his senes, the intimate unrestricted skin to skin contact, being close to you.

“Kyle..?” You murmur lazily, the words feeling like molasses from your mouth. “…Are you planning on staying like this forever?”

“Course not.” He says and props himself up on his elbows. The grin that’s plastered over his features makes you slightly nervous about what he has planned. Slowly, his lips kiss down your stomach, trailing a path to your dripping cunt. “We’ve got to get you cleaned up.”

He was not planning on stopping now, you still had a longgg night ahead.

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ssahotchnerr · 8 months

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aaron would be the type to build furniture piece you bought without asking him to and then he’ll rail you against the same damn bookshelf

finishing touches

you got that right!!! minors dni cw; smut - p in v, unprotected sex, misuse of furniture 😮‍💨 - continuation from this

you had just been putting the finishing touches in the last available shelf room, when aaron's sudden touch pulled you from your concentration.

his large hand spanned your backside, gently circling back and forth, more or less a massaging motion. after a minute or two, he continued to do the same, only his hand slipped underneath your shirt to feel your skin; his touch electrifying and sending multiple shivers throughout your body at the contact.

and meanwhile, aaron silently continued to watch you organize, just as he has been. it offered the openness for his mind to wander. your soft voice, moaning his name - he knew how to make you fall apart. his eyes studied your lips; thinking how they felt against his, his own exposed neck, his abdomen when you trailed downward - eyes right on him- and eventually around his cock.

the more he fantasised, the more he needed you closer. he grasped onto the far side of your hip, seamlessly pulling your body to his. at the tug of his hand, you scooted nearer as well.

once more accessible, and with you assisting by a tilt of your head, aaron's lips found your jaw, lingering and barely making contact - merely brushing against your skin teasingly to rile you up, and it was working, your arousal building. he moved swiftly to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the surface.

you attempted to resist, somewhat determined to put the last few books away, but aaron was making it exceedingly difficult. and when he found the pulse point on your neck, and caused you to nearly drop the book in your hand, did you accept immediate defeat.

"aaron," a soft, breathless laugh escaped you, squirming slightly in place at the heat pooling within you. "lemme finish this."

you could feel his smirk against your skin. aaron pressed one more chaste kiss on your jaw before answering, lips at the shell of your ear and voice low. "oh, you'll finish alright."

before you could even blink, aaron scooped you up into his arms and had you pressed against the bookshelf - his lips pressed eagerly against yours before you even made contact against it. with a small, surprised squeak, you reciprocated, equally as desperate as he was. the closeness finally allowed you to feel his hard-on strained in his pants, your pussy responding with a throb.

the kiss the two of you shared was heated and intense, all tongue and teeth. the small sounds leaving the back of your throat only egged aaron on more; he pinned you harshly against the piece of furniture, the hard edge of the shelf digging into your ass. it stung, but you didn't dare to care, only needing to be completely overwhelmed by everything that was aaron.

he only paused to remove your pants and (soaked) underwear in one go, his sweats and boxers following right after. your hand shot out, to grip forcibly onto his hair to bring him back to you, not wanting to part from his lips, or him, for a second.

aaron groaned at the pull as his hands grabbed onto your legs, assisting you as you wrapped them around his waist. his hands spanned your thighs, to better support you and to prevent you from sliding off. he was utterly confident in his build, and knew the bookshelf would remain stable with you on top of it. but he was also fully aware of his effect on you; absolute putty in his hands.

his show, and just him, was more than enough to arouse you, and so aaron easily pushed himself into you, burying to the hilt. a mix between a whine and a moan loudly exiting the both of you.

your legs tightened around him, instinctually pulling him deeper in, and aaron took that as his cue to drive into you, hard. his forcefulness nearly obstructed all your previous work - the shelf rocking into the wall, sure enough to leave a dent, books falling onto the carpet with a soft thud.

"fuck," he mumbled against your lips, and you could only whimper in response. his hands crawled up your back, holding you more to him. your walls clenched around him in time with his thrusts, feeling him twitch inside you. aaron's jaw clenched, trying to refrain from finishing before yourself, his chest heaving and a hiss managing to escape him.

but you came almost embarrassingly fast, especially when aaron's fingers found your clit to add more pressure, his thumb pressing and circling your bundle of nerves. and aaron just effortlessly fucking you, against the bookshelf he had spent the afternoon building you, was enough to bring you to the brink.

"see," aaron grunted softly as his thrusts turned sloppy, lips at your ear again, just a few seconds behind you. "told you you'd finish."

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