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elsweetheart · 1 year

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gm angel!!! i was wondering if u could possibly write abt ellie helping out an inexperienced reader like she has her first time with ellie n what the would be like!!

haaayyyy omg ok

slow burn.

🎀 innocent / inexperienced!reader, very smutty ! ellie being a cocky lil shit …

you knew you’d wanted ellie from the moment you met her.

you were entranced by her, both young teenagers, ellie a year or so older than you when she took you under her wing. you often recalled how she solidified your love for girls almost instantly, the crush on her hitting you flat in the face like a slab of concrete. you think back to her adorable pony tail, the way she dressed, the way she had boy-ish charm and playfulness but could comfort you the way only a girl could. you’d spent a long time following her around like a lost puppy, being known as “ellies shy friend”. over the years she’d forced you out of your shell again and again, dragging you around with your hand in hers, a constant reassurance.

inevitably, now adults, you’d ended up her girlfriend. “slowest fucking burn in the world.” the auburn haired girl often told you, shaking her head recalling the way two of you had grown up crushing on eachother without saying a word. “no seriously, what… the fuck… were we doing?” she chuckled, handing you the watering can as you worked. she found it sweet how you’d only been given the totally ‘girly’ jobs around jackson. tending to the horses, helping out in the garden etc. she couldn’t picture you leading a supply run or hunting like she would, nor would she want you to. your soft hands were best utilised back here, where you were safe.

“i guess i didn’t wanna ruin what we had. i knew you liked girls but i thought it was awfully presumptuous to assume you liked me just because we were close and i’m a girl.” you shrugged thoughtfully, trickling water on the soil. you turned your head to look at ellie for her thoughts, only to find her smirking. you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“presumptuous.” she repeat, amused at your use of such big and unnecessary words. she jumped off the wooden fence where she was sat, leaning forward to ruffle the top of your head. “my smart girl, aren’t you?” it wasn’t mocking, or patronising and yet it made heat rise to your cheeks, something else, another feeling stirring down below. before she had time to notice she was stepping away, stuffing her hands in her jean pockets. “alright, i gotta go meet tommy about some fuckin’ hunt he wants me to lead. i’ll see you later, yeah babe?” she began strolling away and as you lift you head to bid her farewell, hands pushing some new buds into the soil she spun on her heel, finger pointed towards you.

“hey—um,” she began casually. “you wanna come over tonight? i got that movie you said you wanted to watch, the scary one.” she flushed. it was still very early days in your relationship, finally having admit your feelings for eachother just about a month ago. even though you’d known her for years, the two of you were treading on totally new territory. she made you hot and nervous, even more than she did before now that she was all yours. she oozed confidence, and now she had you— her usual flirtiness was dialled up to ten. it had erupted some feelings you’d only briefly touched on before, one’s that would have you laying awake at night frustratedly palming at your cunt trying to dull the ache she’d leave from her lingering glances and gentle manhandling.

later that night, you were smushed up against her side on the couch— the old horror movie buzzing on the screen. the two of you were always affectionate, it was normal. but now, your heart raced when her arm slipped around the back of you, pulling you closer into her. “you know, incase you get scared.” she smirked, and you feel like the butterflies in your tummy bottomed out into your cunt. you stared up at her for a moment, totally unaware of her joking tone and nodded shyly, snuggling into her with your eyes glued onto the screen to hide your face. to be quiet honest, you had no idea what was going on in the movie, you were totally encompassed by being so close to her.

she seemed totally relaxed and in her element, which equally sucked for you as it made her even hotter, whilst easing your mind slightly that she had everything under control. her hand pushed your tshirt up your arm slightly, hands gently stroking and kneading the skin there in an attempt to comfort you. you realised that she must’ve thought you were on edge because of the movie, and not because of how much she effected your body. her hand was cold and slightly clammy, a stark comparison to how warm the rest of her was in her hoodie. you snuck a peek at her, eyes flitting over her profile. she was wetting her bottom lip with her tongue, eyes on the screen. everything seemed to suit her so perfectly, her hair pulled up into her messy half up bun, the freckles dusted over her nose and cheeks, the scar dividing her eyebrow into two. you felt so lucky to have her, and you wished you knew how to express to her how badly you wanted her.

“you know, i can see you staring.” her lips pulled up into another smirk, this one more adoring as she turned to look at you, her eyes moving in a triangle motion— from one eye, to your lips, to the other. you couldn’t help but openly look at her mouth too, glittering with moisture slightly from her own tongue. “hm?” came your delayed reaction, so zoned out— feeling light headed from the way she made you feel. this made her chuckle, low in her throat.

“hm?” she repeat, teasingly. “you want a kiss?” she offered, her hand now stroking down your back from your position, turned to face her. you didn’t even wait a beat, already embarrassed from the way you threw yourself at her. kissing was the one thing you did know how to do, wrapping your arm around her neck, an accidental moan leaving your throat when you did so. she took control quickly, pushing you back with her mouth, hand on your cheek to almost soothe your desperation. “easy, tiger.” she joked with a humble chuckle, pulling away to breathe and laugh at you. you felt your face turn all hot and your lips parted, realising how pathetic you were being. you blinked a few times, turning back to the screen like it never happened.

“sorry.” you blurt out, frozen in your spot from the humiliation. the amused smile didn’t falter on her face at first when she leant forward to look at your profile questioningly.

“hey, wait what?” her brows furrowed, the smile taking its time dropping. you didn’t say anything and she spoke again. “babe? what just happened, huh?” she gently took your chin, urging you to look at her and she nudged you slightly with her shoulder. you looked at her wide eyed and guilty, struggling with your words.

“i didn’t mean to — i just — i accidentally just totally threw myself at you because — i want — i don’t know ellie, i’m sorry.” you covered your face, feeling hot tears in your eyes.

“woah, baby!” she cooed sympathetically, not quite knowing what she’d done to get you so wound up but feeling incredibly guilty for it. “hey, don’t be like that. i liked it. i was just gonna tease you for it, that’s all. you know what i’m like, m’an idiot.” she chuckled reassuringly, both hands on your cheeks. you peered up at her shyly, letting her stroke her thumbs along your cheeks.

“really?” you clarified, blinking at her in the low light as the movie continued, unattended to in the background.

“really.” she confirmed with her classic ellie smirk, she pulled your face close to hers, lips just grazing over yours. “i actually thought it was kind of hot, seeing you all needy like that.” she breathed into your mouth, and right there and then your pussy clenched up, thighs near trembling with the force it had spasmed at just her voice. you worried for the couch beneath you, scared of dampening it from your seemingly abundant arousal.

you couldn’t say anything, just let out a shaky breath, leaning forward to try and connect your lips. she leant back a little, so fucking cocky and amused when you chased her, letting out a desperate, quiet ‘ah…’ as you did so. “uh-uh.” she cooed and your eyes fluttered open to look at her face, analysing you close up. she was trying to get you back to that place she had you before without the embarrassment. needy, desperate, bordering on frantic for her touch.

already without pride, you whispered. “please, ellie.” and she couldn’t help but grant your wish, pressing her lips to yours. the makeout session intensified past any point the two of you had gotten it before. you hadn’t even realised that you were moaning quietly as her tongue massaged yours, and she groaned back— more at the feeling of your chest heaving against yours, the subtle feeling of your nipples hard through your top pressing against her was driving her wild.

you knew she’d been with other girls before, much to your devastation over the years when she’d come back to you bragging about her new sexual endeavours. to you, it felt like confirmation that she would never in a million years like you. you’d spent many nights crying over this, or out right avoiding her when she’d go through these phases. luckily for you, her relationships never lasted that long— no more than a week or two at a time, and the reason behind the breakup was always vague and mumbled, ellie recovering from it almost instantly— clear that something vital had been missing (that being, you— of course.) to ellie, her bragging was a constant display of her worth to you. she knew, but wouldn’t admit that she was only trying to prove to you that she could make you feel good if you’d ever give her the chance, but she was sure she’d blown her chances by that point.

you however, were totally innocent. you didn’t understand half the sexual jokes ellie made, let alone understand the sexual acts she’d describe when she’d return to you after one of her little flings. she’d always chuckle, catching a glance of your wide, focused eyes before patting you on the head “you’ll learn what that means one day, don’t you worry.” she’d mock, amused by your lack of experience.

your back arched into her touch when she finally slid her slender hands up your top, stroking and worshipping your soft skin that she’d always wanted to get her hands on. a whimper forced its way past your lips when her fingers ran over your breasts. you pant against her mouth, before the moment was again broken by her quiet yet obnoxious laugh.

“what?” you whine, openly needy this time.

“nothing, s’just… god, i thought you were fuckin’ innocent dude. you want it so bad.” her lips catch yours again, pulling away ever so slightly to suck on your bottom lip as she groped you beneath your shirt.

“i don’t know how to— i don’t know what i want i just know that…” you began, voice strained and hoarse as she mouthed at your neck, undoubtably sucking a bruise like she did last time (which when noticed, earned you a wide-eyed side-eye from Joel himself the next day.) she pulled away from you, her eyes all pupil at this point, mouth wet and flushed with colour.

“you just know what, hm? s’okay, i don’t bite.” she couldn’t help herself from pecking you again. “unless, you know… you’re into that.” she stole another kiss, gently nipping your bottom lip, voice deep with the smirk laying across her mouth. you drew in a harsh inhale, trying to gather your thoughts.

“you know i’ve never…” you started and she nodded, giving you her full attention now.

“i know, babe. you don’t have to—” she reassured but you cut her off, hands grabbing her by the collar of her hoodie, practically half on top of her.

“i want to. i want you to… i need help. you make me need something and i don’t know what, but i can’t sleep at night and i can’t focus, els. just want you t’make it better.” she could feel you slipping. you were always so submissive to her, even in every day life she knew you’d do anything to please her— and now things were no different, except it had been dialled up, and you were staring at her with big doe eyes and lips that she wanted to push her fingers into and make you suck. she ran her thumb over your bottom lip just at the thought, picturing how pretty you’d look.

“you need me to make you cum.” she state boldly and your eyes widened a little bit. you knew that cumming meant an orgasm, and the thought equally scared you and excite you. you could never quite get there by yourself, mounting pillows and blankets and your hand — yet never quite sure what to do, just rutting against it like some kind of desperate bunny. “i can do that, baby. always wanted to do that.” she whispered in confession, her other hand sliding up your back to reach your hair, tugging gently and slowly to expose your neck more to her, bruising her lips back into it. you bucked your hips against nothing on the seat and she glanced down, hand soothing you against your thigh.

“can i touch you there, pretty girl?” she asked, hand sliding across the thick band of your leggings. her pinky finger grazed over your mound as she stroked you just briefly and you shivered, nodding. “fuck. i need you to say the words, babe. don’t wanna take anything from you that you’re not ready to give.” she was stern all of a sudden, commanding and kind all at the same time the way ellie had always been. it was comforting, your ellie was going to make you feel good.

“want you to touch me ellie. need you to teach me.” you whimpered, eyes glossy with need and glancing between hers.

“alright. alright, i got you.” she dropped another kiss to your mouth before leaning back to look at what she was doing. “‘m gonna take these off okay, baby? just get them out the way.” she muttered, the desperation slipping through in her own voice ever so slightly before she checked herself, gaining better control over her demeanour.

you helped her pull off your leggings, ellie gently easing you to lie down on the couch, leaning on her elbow laying beside you as she shield you from the horrors on the forgotten about movie on screen.

“these are pretty, you had plans to get me in your pants tonight huh?” she joked, running her finger lightly over the waistband of your lacey pink panties. you felt your body flush in light embarrassment, knowing she was totally onto you. you had infact worn your best pair, unsure of what might happen.

“no.” you hid your nervous giggle into your hands and she nudged them away with her chin, rewarding you with more kisses.

“its okay, i like ‘em. they suit you. plus i can’t say i wasn’t thinking about it.” she praises, pushing your tshirt up to grope your soft skin once more. “you ever touch yourself before?” her question catches you off guard and your breath hitches in your throat, thighs tensing a little which she ignores. “s’alright you can tell me. our secret.” she nudges her nose against yours as her fingers dip into your lace waistband, pulling out again to tease you.

“i’ve… tried. just don’t know what m’doing.” you shiver, eyes screwed shut in concentration, her hand setting your skin alight as she continually draws near where you need her.

“poor thing.” she tuts, hand sliding up your thigh to bend your knee, pulling your legs wider open. you feel your drenched folds part and you swear to god you hear a wet sound at the action, a tribute to how fucking turned on you were. you swallow thickly, and ellie kisses your throat. “you’re cute, always wanted to ask you that actually. used to think about you doin’ it, all alone in your room. figured one day you’d come knocking at my door beggin’ me for help. that day never came, you really toughed it out hm?” she was cooing at you, and you felt ashamed at how hard your chest was rising and falling, eyes fixated on her hand stroking your inner thigh.

“mmph— wanted to. wan’ed your help, els.” you whimper and she responds with a hard wet kiss on your cheek.

“and look at us now. see where using your words gets you, huh?” she teased. her hand cupped your mound finally and you sucked in breath, the pressure just enough to make your clit pulse beneath the indirect touch. you rocked your hips into her hand through your underwear, the friction of the lace burning against your button making you sob. “yeah? haven’t even gotten started on you yet, baby.” she digs her fingers in slightly, sliding them up to rub your clit in generous circles. you release a clear moan, grabbing her arm and digging your nails into her tattoo.

“th—feels good, ellie.” you whine and she smiles, nudging your head aside so she could kiss your neck again. “that was definitely the plan.” she mumbles jokingly against your skin.

you huff out in frustration at her teasing. “stop.”

she lifts her head to look at you, eyes dancing between your own. “stop what, touching you?” her fingers slow their motions.

“no!” your brows furrow desperately, bucking into her hand. “stop teasing me. be nice.” you pout, emotions sky rocketed from the vulnerable position she had you in. she smiled sympathetically, her fingers skilfully pull your panties to the side, digits swiping through your wetness. she smirks once more as your eyelashes flutter at the sensation.

“i dunno, think you like my teasing. sure does make you wet.” she closes in on you, latching her lips to yours once more as she pushes her fingers through your soaked folds, feeling the way you jolt against her. “see, i can be nice.” she mutters, circling your clit again, she swallows your moans, dropping her tongue into your mouth and letting it swirl around. she continued to please you, and you felt a growing ache — lower down, where your hole was. it pulsed and clenched around nothing as she gave all her attention to your clit.

“m—more, please.” you swallow thickly, the fast circles on your clit slowing.

“yeah? you enjoying yourself, pretty girl?” she kissed the corner of your mouth making you nod.

“you’re so, mmh, so good at this.” you whimper and she feels smug— knowing no one else could ever know your body like she would. her middle finger hooked round, pushing ever so gently against the gummy walls around your hole. she massaged it, easing your tension slightly and you bit your lip needily, eyes trained on hers as she watched your every move and reaction. she began pushing her finger in slightly, watching the way your body tensed and then relaxed, expression melting as your brows furrowed and your eyes fluttered closed.

“fuck.” she whispered harshly, tearing her eyes away to look down at her finger disappearing inside you. you were tight, and she didn’t want to jump the gun but the thought of you squeezing around her strap had her breathless. “y’need to relax for me, pretty girl.” her free hand stroked your lower tummy, soothing you. you’d clenched around her finger so hard that she could barely move it. “m’not goin’ anywhere. that’s it, there you go.” she praised as you willed yourself to unclench, a whimper at your efforts leaving you.

she massaged the gummy warm walls inside you, watching the way just one finger had you falling apart, sobbing into her mouth as you caught the rhythm, grinding against her hand. “good, yeah. you’re taking it so good babe. my good girl, aren’t you? always been my good girl.” she kissed your forehead, another finger prodding at your entrance. you whine at the intrusion but welcome it anyway, only clenching hard once you’ve swallowed her up to the knuckles. your toes clench at the fullness, along with everything else. her palm that had been knocking against your clit with each movement was making it all too much, and suddenly you could barely breathe.

you sucked in air, overwhelmed by the feeling. “ellie.” you gasped and she was cupping the back of your neck with her free hand, the other fingers stilled inside you.

“look at me, look at me.” she demand quickly and casually, your hazy eyes landing on hers. “breathe, baby i know it’s a lot. i know.” you let the panic wash past you as you slow your breathing, wide eyes stuck on her’s like they were your life line. “there. you’re so fucking good. just be calm, let it come to you.” she kisses your cheek and you nod, eyes fluttering closed again as you nod. her fingers start to move, slow and you moan, free and unabashed. “good girl, baby.”

her fingers curl up, and after a while of doing this they come across a soft spot— one that makes you cry. “oh, gosh— ellie!” you hiccup, tearful and desperate now bucking against her hand.

“right there?” her voice is calm, raspy and low in her throat as she looks straight at you, brows raised in almost sympathy.

“yeah—but— s’too much i feel like— g’nna pee!” you squeal in humiliation and she hides the chuckle that nearly breaks out of her because it wasn’t the time.

“i know angel, s’intense isn’t it? but it’s not pee. i promise you. just let go okay? when you’re ready j’st… j’st fucking let me have it, yeah?” her whisper gets desperate again and it makes you buck even harder against her hand— fingers pressing hard against your spot again. almost immediately, you’re tipping over the edge and seeing stars, brows furrowed and jaw dropped. ellie keeps up her pace, feeling like she could cum herself just from watching you lose it, clenching and squelching around her fingers. “good girl. good fucking girl. look so pretty cumming for me, that’s it.” she encourages through grit teeth, talking you through it. you can barely hear her, white noise deafening you as you hit your euphoria.

it becomes too sensitive too fast and you’re fumbling at her wrist to stop her. she does, of course and she’s letting you breathe right into her mouth— swallowing the pants and catching kisses where she can. years of waiting to touch you, and it was better than she ever could have imagined. despite the sensitivity, you whine pathetically when she pulls her fingers out, her head pointing down to look at the mess you’d made. even in the low light she can see your slick coating her hand and your inner thighs, and if you weren’t so out of breath you might be embarrassed. “god damn.” she chuckled and your eyes flicker open, demure and sweet as ever. she brings two fingers to her lips, oh-so-casually sucking the juices off them with a grateful hum. “taste as good as you fuckin’ look.” she compliments and your lips part slightly, invitingly. she brings them to your mouth now and you welcome them inside, sleepily suckling the remainder of your flavour off them. “shit.” she puffs out a breath, shaking her head. how had she bagged someone so sexy again?

“than—k’you ellie.” you garble around her fingers, greedily savouring the slick on your tongue as she watched, entranced.

“anytime, babe.” she huffs out. “no really. any time.” she reiterates, widening her eyes making you giggle.

you weren’t sure how great of a student you were, but you knew ellie was a damn good teacher.

♡

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meowjunjun · 8 months

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i just saw the maverick younghoon post and yessssss!!! when i first saw it i literally had to pause for a min. just imagine bondage with sub!younghoon 🥴🥴🥴 him just twitching under your slightest touch because that poor baby is so overstimulated 😞 ALSOOOOO THE LINKS AGAIINNN!!! i am loving them! younghoon's one was just 😫

and lastly, can i be the 🎀 anon because i think i will be a regular visitor here (the previous hak ask was also me 🫣)

Omg yes ofc you can be!! BUT YES also why did we have the exact same reaction like I was in shock for like 5 minutes just sitting there LMFAOOO but anywayssss I hope u enjoy!! Thank you again for the ask 🫶🫶🫶!! IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND DIDNT EVEN COME OUT GOOD IVE BEEN SO BUSY

Your close friend Younghoon had always intimidated those who didn’t know him; his looks were quite the contrast from his shy, cute, and innocent self. But you were an assertive, authoritative person; and your favorite thing about innocent boys was how easy it was to corrupt them.

Perhaps it was all a part of your plan from the minute you met him; your body practically burned with the desire to be against his. So you found yourself getting closer and closer with him, learning his strengths and weaknesses, what makes him tick and what makes him break.

After a while of being his friend, he eventually admitted he had no sexual experience, which made you find yourself craving him even more. He was ashamed, but you reassured him it was nothing to feel that way about. During the conversation, you briefly mentioned how you do have sexual experience; it seemed to make him flustered, and you pretended to not notice it. You knew what you were doing and smiled to yourself.

Over the next few days, there was a strange ache between his thighs. It always happened when he found himself thinking of what you said, how you’ve “done stuff” with guys in the past. He found himself thinking of you in all these dirty scenarios, thinking of how it would feel if it was him. He tried so hard to brush the thoughts off, feeling guilty of how a simple conversation did this to him.

Younghoon knew about masturbation of course. It seemed like everyone but him did it. He just never felt the need to.

That was until he talked with you the next time you came to his house.

——————————————————————————The next time you invited him over he was nervous. He was always nervous and intimidated around you, but this time was different. There was a pit in his stomach, a really obvious blush on his cheeks, and not to mention the way his cock was so hard it hurt.

The thoughts continued worsening until he found himself not being able to think straight. The whole time you were over his house he was quiet and avoiding eye contact, tugging his hoodie over his crotch. Every time you tried to start a conversation with you he just responded with “oh yeah” or “mhm”, lost in his thoughts.

Eventually you got tired of playing dumb. “Younghoon, do I make you nervous?” He instantly looked up at you, a cute yet anxious look, as he whimpers quietly. He looks around rapidly, eyes darting across the room as he’s silent, realizing the noise he accidentally let out.

Something snaps in him, and he runs to the bathroom with his hand over his mouth in shock. God, you were so hot. For some reason the way he practically feared you made his body burn up. He was throbbing so hard, he could barely even make it into the bathroom before fumbling with his belt.

He was instantly jacking himself off rapidly, moaning like a whore. As ashamed as he was, he had never felt this much need in his life. It felt so good, like nothing he had ever felt before; but he knew it wouldn’t be enough. He just wanted you to use him, mock him, make him feel disgusting.

You almost instantly followed him to the bathroom, moans getting louder and louder as you approached. You lightly knocked on the door, yet he didn’t stop. You try the door knob and sure enough, it’s unlocked due to him being too focused on his need.

“What the hell has gotten into you??” You ask, as he chokes out “M’ sorry- ah- can’t cum.. mmf- needs to be you..”. You scoff at him as you mock “Aww poor thing, you want me that bad? Oh I’ll make you cum alright, how does that sound?” He eagerly nods his head, the stuck-up tone in your voice making his brows furrow even more as he obediently following you back to his bedroom.

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Younghoon didn’t know how it got to this point. All he knew was to take what he was given. His wrists were tied to the bed frame by your lacy panties, and his clothes strewn about on the floor. He was fully exposed and vulnerable for you. His breathing was heavy as he anticipated the first touch of your hand.

You place your thumb and index finger into a tight “O” shape, and slide it down onto his leaky tip. It causes him to whine out as he winces, a pretty noise. Your hand was squeezing him perfectly, so hot around him. You slowly start to stroke him, and coo “you like that, yeah hoon?” He struggles to speak “mh- y-yeah, wan’ more..please?”

You smile to yourself, planning on the way of by the end of this he’ll be saying the exact opposite. “Well how could I say no when you ask so politely hm?” You start stroking him, his cock painfully hard with how neglected it’s been lately. He realized how he was even more sensitive, probably due to not touching himself he presumed.

Every movement of your hand made whimpers pour from his lips, hips thrusting up into your hand. All be could say to you was how good it felt, babbling incoherently. You knew it wouldn’t be hard to make him lose his mind when he was already this sensitive.

You could tell he was getting close, with the way he was throbbing in your palms. “M’ gonna- too good…” to which you reply “aww poor baby, you’re gonna cum this quick?”. He looks apologetic as he mumbles “m’ sorry, your hands are just s’ warm-“ he starts moaning really loudly, red tip all leaky with precum as he twitches.

“Okay hoon, cum for me like a good boy okay?”

And with that he’s instantly spilling all over his abs, leaving a puddle of his sticky cum. The way he cums looks almost painful, the way he’s scrunching his face and tugging at the restraints. But he just keeps on moaning like a bitch in heat, cumming so hard he can barely breathe.

But just as he thinks it’s over, you keep going; as he finishes cumming you wrap your lips around his sensitive swollen tip, making his whole body squirm. “Wait wait m’ still sensitive- nonono-“ tears prick his eyes, his body not able to keep still as he struggles against the panties keeping him from getting away from your torture.

You take his whole cock in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and pressing him up against your tongue. He’s pretty much moaning in pain now, full on sobbing violently and hips stuttering all over the place. You take your mouth off of him with a pop, and he’s nearly hyperventilating from how hard he’s crying. Even though he’s so sensitive and can’t handle the sensation, the second your mouth is off of him he’s crying even harder and rutting his hips up towards you.

“Aww poor baby doesn’t want me to stop huh?” He shakes his head, lower lip all wobbly and pouty. “Don’t worry sweet boy, I’ll make you cum until you’re shooting dry, how does that sound?”

Before he gets a chance to answer or protest, you sink back down on his dick until your nose is touching his pubic bone and he’s instantly back to crying. “A- ah too much- can’t… m’ gonna cum again, please sto-“ his sentence is cut off by him letting out a loud cry. He shoots his load into your mouth, feet kicking and hips rutting into your mouth a final time; trying to bury himself as deep in your throat as he can.

You can feel how wildly he’s throbbing on your tongue, your mouth all sticky as his glassy eyes are shut tight. But still, you keep going. You suck him off with so much pressure, your throat too tight for him to handle. “Hoon, if you really think we’re done then you’re in for a long night.”

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abbystoy · 9 months

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Abby Anderson x f!reader

this is only for fems. Men dni also underaged ppl.

Warning!: any sexual behavior. Everything u can think of (it's j that I'm lazy to write them all) but a slight warning that it has mentions of her reffering the strap as her own cock.

DO NOT COME ANY FURTHER THAN THIS IF YOU ARE A MAN OR A CHILD.

Sorry if i spelled something wrong! Now let's get back to the flesh.

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It was a Friday night. No work, patrols, infected around the area, just you and Abby.

You both had just started showering after a busy day of being out with Manny, Nora and Mel. Abby was the first one to get out of the shower with her silky wet hair being untied from a braid as the water drops were going down on the floor. She quickly grabbed a towel to dry herself so she could have her hair done by drying them and tying them in a messy bun just so she could impress YOU.

After 15 minutes you were also done from taking a shower. You slowly grabbed your own towel noticing Abby's wet footprints all the way to your bedroom. You silently giggled not thinking of it too much. You covered yourself with the tower tightly just so it wouldn't slip off, by the time you started walking and made your way to the bedroom you saw Abby laying on the bed listening to a band you both love.

She sees you with your wonderful black hair as the water drips and falls on ur shoulders making her smirk a bit. 'Dry yourself faster I need to show you something baby' she tells you hurriedly all of the sudden. So you clearly listen to her commands and do as she says by putting on a lingerie with some hella short shorts with a crop top that matched your pants.

I did what you told me to d— before you even finish the sentence she grabs you by the waist and throws you on the bed undressing you like a starved woman. You laugh a bit and tell her 'So that's what you were trying to "show me" this whole time huh?" You giggled and she playfully shrugged.

After she was done undressing you she was quick to admire your beauty when you were naked. She got on top of your hot body and whispered seductively in your ear saying 'I want to try another position on you my little whore. Don't try to deny it or else you will see.' You gulped in agony and didn't reply with anything, you just nodded. That's where a devious smile appeared on her face who nobody would've guessed what was on her little dirty mind.

'Good girl, such a little slut for me. Now bend over and show me that ass of yours.' You were responsive and got quickly on your stomach and arched your ass up just for her. The breeze in the air that touched your aching pussy craving her touch to be on your skin, mostly in your soft cunt made you shiver but she was quick to act. She got her clothes off and threw them carelessly on the floor and went over to the drawer to get a big red strap that she had bought without telling you. It caught you off guard and your eyes widened as she put it on and started rubbing it with some hem so it would slide in your unclothed dripping clit easier. She got closer to you rubbing some of the left over hem that she had on her hands in your pussy. You softly and quietly moaned but that 'soft and quiet' moan. Oh man it turned her even more on.

'You ready princess?' She asked you as she patted your ass before giving it a smack that would probably be seen for at least 3 days.

You answered with a 'mhm' which made Abby give you a small spank on the clit. You groaned and she was fast to grab you softly by the hair. 'Use that pretty mouth of yours to communicate with me baby girl.' She replied.

'Y-yes abs' You answered. After that moment she teased the tip of her cock on the opening of your cunt. You moaned and immediately after it she shoved it into your pussy. She had literally taken the words out of your mouth. She was being harsh with it, going in and out progressively faster each time, grabbing you by the tits and playing with them. One hand on your waist and one on both of your boobs squishing them together and playing with your nipples between her finger. You could feel her being so deep inside you, you couldn't even feel your sponge walls.

'A-ah A-bs.. baby d-dont stop..' you couldnt even speak from the enjoyment. Abby replied on purpose saying she didn't hear you but oh yes she indeed did. 'What'd you say m' lady?' She got deeper and pulled away from your boobs and placed her other palm on your ass. Feeling the strap tribbing on her clit. 'Omg A-abs I am about t-to come..' as she finally hit your g-spot.

'Don't worry this isn't the only round we're having sweetheart so you better cum on it on every single one of them.Hold on tight my nasty whore' she said as she slightly giggled while going faster in and out. Your stomach finally started to flip and your pretty hole instantly sucked the pre-cummed strap in. You let out a load moan which made Abby cover your mouth and give you kisses on the side of your sweaty neck to make those moans last longer. She said under her breathe 'Atta girl shshsh. As the night went on..

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Hope you guys liked it. It is my first time writing something like this but I promise I will improve.

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hello there! I saw your request are open and i’m really interested in it soo,, I like to request kaeya x gn!reader short fic + taking care of readers when they’re injured or sick (as in like fever or such). Thank you very much, have a pleasent day/night ahead!

Omg i am a sucker for one person taking care of the other while they're sick it's just so soft. And I love kaeya sm. Ty for requesting, I hope you enjoy. 💕

Ahaha btw when I saw ur name in my inbox I went AH bc you are, so swag, and I literally love ur writing sm HELLO?!!!!🎀💫 All of the love to u my friend. sorry it took so long but hopefully I did you well.

Kaeya x Sick!Reader

Summary: Pretty much what the request said! Reader is sick and kaeya comes to comfort them and help them get some much needed sleep.

Content/Warnings: Fluff, kisses, sick reader

Reader Pronouns: Not mentioned / Gender Neutral

A/N: Everytime I write kaeya I'm reminded just how much I am in love with him. This took way too long j,, the past week I've had 0 time to write I'm so sorry

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Sleep evaded you, as you drew the covers back over yourself knowing you would get too hot soon enough and throw them off once again. You were lucky not to have been more injured traversing in dangerous territory like Dragonspine, and it was good fortune you could handle yourself well. Despite the luck you had to navigate the frosty slopes escaping from a couple cryo Abyss mages without serious fault, at the moment all you were feeling was dejected and painfully tired.

Having gotten struck by one of the mages you had been left with an injury to your right leg, and cryo induced fever which was doing absolutely nothing to help your mood. Either way, you would have been bed ridden but with the way you went from feeling too cold to too hot in minutes you couldn't even sleep. So you lay, restless and shivering as your eyes pulled closed hoping for a sleep that still did not come.

Soon the focus on your predicament was broken by a quiet knock on your bedroom door you rolled over peering at the door which was slightly Ajar and spotted your boyfriend who was leaning against the door frame. Upon making eye contact with you through the small space he pushed the door open taking in the huddle of blankets on the bed that was his significant other.

"You're not asleep?" He said with a chuckle as he gracefully stepped into the room. He squinted when you ignored him and followed your eyes to his hands. Kaeya was holding a cup of tea, he had just finished making it as was evident from the steam still rising off the surface. He raised it at you questioningly and you pushed your arms out from the blanket reaching out, signaling you wanted the cup in his hands.

"What's the magic word Y/n?" He teased holding the tea out of your reach. He had made it for you, but of course couldn't resist the chance to tease you. Besides, perhaps some joking would make you smile. He always seemed to crack more jokes when you were under the weather.

"Not now Kaeya-" you said with a groan. Usually you had the energy for his antics and would banter back but you were simply too tired. He raised an eyebrow at you and you grumbled something before giving him a very dry: "Please."

He smiled in approval and set the glass down beside you, arranging the pillows in a comfortable position behind you as you sat up to reach the glass. You gingerly grabbed it, making sure it wasn't too warm and to your delight it was the perfect temperature. Bringing the cup to your face you took sniff at the drink and caught a faint whiff of your favorite tea. Whatever sickness plagued had unfortunately stunted your smell for the time being but it was recognizable nonetheless.

You took a sip, the tea soothing your aching throat. Kaeya sat down on the edge of the bed and turned towards you asking once again; "It's rather late, why aren't you asleep yet. Waiting for me perhaps?" He flashes a signature charming smile at the last bit and you giggled.

"In your dreams." You said with humor. "I just couldn't get comfortable and... Well yeah I guess I was waiting for you a bit." You took another sip of tea and Kaeya's smile softened.

The man brushed the back of his palm against your forehead, frowning a bit at the apparent warmth. Taking your free hand he gently rubbed your palm with his thumb. His hands were cooler than yours and the slight relief from the heat was welcome as you gently squeezed his hand.

"Thanks for the tea." You sighed setting the cup down on the table again. You leaned back against the pillows only feeling a bit better. You hated being sick, you felt so useless and stiff all the time. Kaeya was well aware of this as he lifted up the covers and crawled into bed next to you. He was careful taking notes of how you lay as to not accidentally touch your injury.

He hummed and brushed off your thanks. "It was nothing. Just remember I'm here if your need anything else." He leant over kissing the top of your nose making you scrunch your face. This made him laugh and you poked his side reproachfully.

"No kisses Kae, you might get sick." You said weakly, voice still hoarse despite the tea.

"Okay okay, no kisses then." He leaned back away from you, keeping his eyes trained on you as your expression fell slightly at the sentiment. To be honest, you had expected him to fight back more against that.

"Well, maybe a few kisses..?"

Kaeya would usually have burst out laughing but could only manage a small chuckle seeing how tired and worn out you look. "All you had to do was ask n/n." He said kissing your cheek this time, relishing in the way you leaned into him, face lifting.

You pressed into him head resting on his chest and he brought his arms around you, rubbing your aching shoulders and back. His expression was soft, a look saved only for you as he adjusted himself in the bed so you would be more comfortable.

"Now angel, don't go falling asleep on me." He joked and he felt you give a quiet laugh against him.

"Was that not your goal?" You nuzzled into him and he laughed giving you another kiss, to the top of your head this time. His arms felt so comfortable against you, the slight weight relieving some of the tension in your fatigued muscles. You could feel the difference in how he held you when you were sick. It was softer, less playful as he pulled you close yet still not to tight.

"Guilty as charged." He said and you laughed more genuinely this time, meeting his eyes to catch the soft smile on his lips. Something in his gaze felt off as he brought one of his hands to gently press your head against him, keeping his fingers in his hair. "Just, be more careful next time."

The playful tone in his voice was gonna as he whispered the words to you. Ah, so that was it. You thought. He must have been worried, after all you weren't able to send a message to him when you got back in your condition, receiving news to come see you in the cathedral had made Kaeya jump to a number of conclusions. He had lost everything before and he didn't want it to happen again.

"Yeah.." you murmered as sleep starting catching up to you. "I'll be more careful from now on."

Kaeya nodded nestling his chin on your shoulder as he moved you into a better sleeping position. Sure you hated being sick, but it never hurt to let your boyfriend dote on you.

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I really was about to talk about Diluc here. On a KAEYA post? Ridiculous. My diluc brainrot is so strong.

Anyways I would kill for a hug from kaeya I just, think it would be so comforting and say 1000 words he could never say normally,, hhbnnga

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