sucking on tojiâs thumb while he cuddle fucks you to sleep, and in the morning you wake up after cock warming him all night to his raging morning wood đ«ą
stoppppp
can you imagine how hard he'd fuck you the next day too? he'd probably wake up with blurred vision, grunting as he gets used to being awake and wondering why he's so turned on until he remembers who's sleeping soundly beside him.
he looks down at how the duvet pitches like a tent, how last night it had fit so snuggly in your warm, wet walls before he drifted off and began to toss and turn in his sleep.
he'd roll onto his side, kiss along your bare skin. a lazy attempt of waking you up before he buries his cock into you again, you won't mind. he'll make you both feel good, you'll wake up moaning because there's no better way to wake up.
his heavy breaths in your ear have you stirring awake, confused, but more than happy to let him use you to take care of his little huge problem. his tip knocking against your cervix with minimal effort, he grunts your name as he realises you've woken up.
endless praise and adoration spills from his lips as he chases his release, 'good morning pretty girl, mmpf, you're so tight f'me. gonna breed this pretty pussy, let daddy get off jus' like this.'
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jjk men: Twitter links [1]
Nanami K:
fingering
making love
in a skirt
slow morning s3x
Gojo S:
subby gojo
teasing you
rough
bullying your cvnt
Choso K:
subby choso
after a long day
eating you out
riding him
Toji:
against the wall
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drew starkey threatens you with a baby everytime yall fuck idc
OMG you deserve a kiss on the cheek for this <3 i want this man to give me all of his babies!!! i donât even want kids but when it comes to this man he could knock me up 24/7
18+ only, daddy kink, breeding kink, baby trapping
âdaddy!!â you squealed wrapping your legs around his waist. tears were running down your face as you wailed from all the pleasure.
âfuck princess⊠your pussy feels so goodâ drew groaned deeply, feeling you clench around his cock. âyouâre taking me so well babyâ he kissed your forehead tenderly as he continued thrusting inside of you.
you whimpered as you felt him throwing your feet over his shoulders, giving him deeper access to your entrance âoh daddy pleaseâŠâ you saw the outline of his dick imprinted in your tummy.
seeing his cock bulging out of your stomach made him go insane as his arms caged around your head âyeah you like that princess? shit⊠what if i gave you a kid right now? imagine carrying our child inside of that round tummy of yours?â
you clawed at his back, leaving marks and scratches as you cried out for him âfuck daddy! please⊠please give me your babies!!â and that was all it took for him to fill up your womb with his cum, moaning in your ear as you took his load.
âyouâre gonna be such a beautiful mom with our kid sweetheartâ he whispered in your ear, stroking your tummy with his thumb.
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haiii gf i got a requestđ
older! eddie catching u make him lunch for work and he ends up railing u against the kitchen counterđ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
hiiiii queen đ€ you always come in with the older!eddie requests bless ur heart.
18+ please! fingering, unprotected piv (he pulls out), use of pet names, food mention obv
Your soft hums from the kitchen are what wake him, the sound floating down the hall and through the cracked-open door.
Eddie stirs, stretching his limbs with a low rumble of a groan, pressing his face into his pillow and inhaling. He can smell the sweetness of your shampoo on the pillow case, and he smiles softly to himself. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting the room in a honeyed glow. He sits up with another groan, scratching at the soft pudge of his stomach absentmindedly before standing.
He can hear the radio now, your hums following the tune of whichever song comes on. He can picture you in his mind; hips swaying softly as you sip your morning coffee, probably your second cup by now, picking at your breakfast. He can picture your bed head, your sleepy eyes, the smile that graces your face when he comes to say good morning.
What he isnât expecting when he trods down the hall is to see you making a meal, his lunchbox open beside you on the countertop. He watches quietly as you stack different ingredients to make a sandwich, taking care to make it look good. His hungry eyes rake over your figure, trailing up your legs, lingering on the way your tiny little shorts hug the meat of your ass. He was right, your hips are swaying to the music, tempting him to come right up behind you and squeeze a handful of you.
You reach into the cookie jar, picking out a few of your homemade cookies â snickerdoodles, his favorite â before placing them into a plastic baggie and tucking them into the lunchbox. He stays silent as you cut up strawberries, placing them in a container followed by blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. Giving him a well-rounded meal, wanting to keep him energized and cared for.
Something deep within Eddie stirs, and he finds himself simultaneously aroused and awestruck at the sweetness of your gesture. Youâd never gone out of your way to make him lunch before, your relationship still in the early stages, and he feels his heart melt in his chest.
âWell donât you look beautiful this morning,â he speaks finally, your head whipping around to face him.
âOh! You startled me,â you laugh breathily, body relaxing entirely after realizing itâs only him.
He steps closer to you, stopping once his front is pressed to your back.
âWhatâre you doing in here, baby?â he asks, morning voice raspy and deep. It sends a shiver down your spine, shooting right to your core.
âMaking you lunch, handsome,â you reply, turning your head to give him a kiss.
âPutting in all this work for little old me?â He looks around at the scattered ingredients, realizing you mustâve already gone to the store this morning to buy half of it.
âItâs hardly that much work,â you say simply. âAnd yes, we have to keep little old you fed.â
He snorts, letting his big arms wrap around your middle. His lips find their way to your neck, your head tilting immediately to allow him easier access. You whine before you can stop yourself, your hands gripping the edge of the countertop.
âYouâre taking such good care of me,â Eddie purrs. âThink I need to take care of you.â
âEd,â you breathe, squirming under his roaming hands. âYou have to get ready for work.â
âIt can wait,â he replies, lightly kicking your legs apart with his foot.
He lets one hand trail down your stomach, dipping beneath your shorts and your underwear in one swift motion. His calloused fingers tease your clit, the scruff on his face lightly scratching your skin as he continues to kiss your neck. Youâre like putty in his hands, feeling your knees go weak the second he starts touching you. Your heart rate increases, breathing turning into pants and sighs as his thumb circles that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over.
The fabric of his pajama pants stiffens, his cock growing harder by the second. You can feel it pressing against your ass, and you wiggle your hips tantalizingly.
âMmm,â he hums, a sound that reverberates against you. âDonât tease, honey.â
He stops his steady pace on your clit, drawing his hand back so that he can utilize both of them to pull down your cotton shorts. Your panties fall to the floor with them, and you kick them aside swiftly as you step out of the garments. Eddieâs hand returns to its previous place, this time slipping two fingers carefully into your heat, wetness pooling around them.
âSo wet, sweetheart,â he coos, smirking to himself when you let out a high pitched whine.
âFuck, Ed,â you sigh, tipping your head back to rest against his shoulder. Your eyes close, reveling in his touch.
His free hand tugs at the waistband of his pants, slipping them down far enough to free his aching cock. The tip is red and leaking when he grabs it in his fist, stroking it a few times for good measure. Youâre a moaning mess in front of him, gripping hard at the countertop as his fingers curl expertly inside of you.
âFeel good, baby?â he asks, nipping at your ear.
âUh-huh,â you nod, incapable of forming any actual words.
âIâm gonna make you feel even better. That okay with you?â he continues, awaiting your permission.
You can hear his fist running over his cock, along with the groan he tries to stifle but fails. You can feel yourself clench around his fingers in anticipation. âYes, please,â you choke out, wincing slightly when he removes his fingers.
You steady yourself, body practically vibrating with need as his tip rubs against your folds. Large hands grip your hips as he sinks into you, punching the air from your lungs. He starts with slow, agonizing thrusts. Letting the drag of his cock make you delirious as it slides inch by inch out of you before gliding back in.
Heâs well-versed in this, had his years of practice, able to have your legs trembling for him in seconds. Youâre finding it harder and harder to keep yourself upright as he picks up his pace, pounding into you from behind relentlessly. Your nails dig into the countertop, back arching as his name tumbles from your lips on a loop.
âSuch a good girl, feel so good around me, baby,â Eddie grunts, his fingertips gripping harshly into your skin, keeping you in place as he drives into you even harder.
Youâre seeing stars, positive youâve never felt this good in your life. The radio still croons from the corner of the kitchen, the sound hazy and far-off in your ears. You couldnât name the song playing if there was a gun to your head, Eddie quickly fucking every thought from your brain until all you can possibly think about is him.
The tension in the pit of your stomach builds and builds, a coil thatâs ready to snap, and youâre suddenly certain that if you grasp the counter any harder your fingers will bleed.
His balls slap against your skin, cock gliding easily in and out of your dripping cunt. One hand trails up beneath your shirt, kneading your breasts and pinching the nipples between two fingers. You moan hotly, feeling your legs quiver, turning to jelly in real time.
âWhy donât you cum for me, honey?â he rasps into your ear, and itâs enough to send you entirely over the edge.
He curses as your walls squeeze him, clamping down as if your goal is to keep him inside forever. He manages a few more thrusts before heâs pulling out, cumming all over your ass. You can feel it dripping down, coating your skin in his sticky warmth.
Breathing heavy, you come back to reality slowly, dazed. The lunchbox sits packed in front of you, and youâre reminded that youâre on a time crunch. Eddieâs surely approaching the point of being late for work, and he watches you turn around to look at the clock.
âLetâs get cleaned up before I have to leave,â he says, pulling you against him to kiss you sweetly. âIâll get the shower going.â
You tug on his arm when he tries to walk away, getting his attention once more.
âDid you really get turned on just because I was making you lunch?â you ask with a smirk.
He laughs. âWhat can I say? Iâm a simple man.â
âNoted.â
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can u write about sub!yan being punished for doing something a yandere would do?
- đ anon
dom!gn!reader, sub!yandere, bondage, overstimulation
"ah ah i-i'm sorry! ngh p-please [n-name]!"
you click your tongue in disappointment, not caring to take a glance at where the voice is coming from. instead, you only use the small remote in your hand to increase the toy vibrations and you can tell that it worked when you hear your yandere let out a cry.
again, you caught your yandere roaming through your closet earlier today. you assume it was to steal another piece of clothing that he could jerk off to later. after all, he's done it before when he must've thought you went out and you saw him jerking himself off as he sniffed your tshirt.
your yandere's loud whimpers and whines fill the room and you suddenly hear crying. you take a quick glance in his direction.
there he is, hands tied to the headboard and naked as his body shakes from the toy in his ass and the vibrator against his limp dick. you notice cum on the sheets around him and on his chest.
your yandere mustve sensed your gaze on him because he suddenly lifts his head up to look at him, his eyes practically begging you to give him pity.
though you only increase the vibrations more, a grin appearing on your face when cum spurts out of his overstimulated dick.
"dont think you can get out of this punishment so easily, baby."
ty for reading to the end! †- chaepink
â°â†masterlist | rules
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imagine big boy diluc⊠like VERY HUGE!!1!1!!1 his beautiful thick arms are bigger than ur head, his tummy, his thighs, his ass, HIS TITS FBWNBDKWNDKW idk i have always hc him as big and hairy, it really suits him (in my opinion) and jesus my heart hurts when i imagine fucking him sooo good đđđđđđđđđ
⥠Genshin Impact Big Boys âĄ
Ughh you're sooo right- big boy Diluc please rearrange my guts ! ! Diluc needs to be built like Gallagher from hsr !
I've had this idea of him just rOTTING in my notes for genuinely over a year now- was waiting for someone to say it đ©
Warnings : 18+ Smut | Size Difference | Detailed body descriptions (we're analysing this man today)
Hope you enjoy âĄâĄ
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BigBoy!Diluc with his sleeves rolled up, dark hair on his arms on display from elbow to wrist. Forearms thick and veiny- so fucking strong, throwing you around with ease.
BigBoy!Diluc with his large hands, so warm and tough, bigger than your face. Imagining his palms caressing over your skin, sucking in the heat from his fingers. Archons his fingers, thick, long and calloused and yet still so pretty. Perfect for suckling and choking on them, sobbing when he finger fucks your pretty pussy.
BigBoy!Diluc who eats well, of course he does, with all that luxury and money. He's not as lean as he used to be, when he was the Cavalry Captain for the Knights of Favonious, but Gods was he still strong. Wielding that heavy claymore with ease, carrying stock boxes for the Tavern, effortlessly fucking you in the air, held up by just his hands.
BigBoy!Diluc with strong, broad shoulders, big back and biceps, filled out with thick muscle. Gods his chest- Pectorals filled out with fat and muscle, decorated in delicate freckles and moles and a decent patch of hair on his sternum - Pretty pink nipples sealing the deal.
BigBoy!Diluc with a little bit of a tummy, soft love handles barely peaking over his trousers, still packed with hard muscle, cushioned with a bit of fluff. Perfect for grabbing, pulling his hips towards your own.
BigBoy!Diluc with his hairy belly, leading down down into his pants, happy trail framing his tummy and torso perfectly.
BigBoy!Diluc with his thick thighs, perfect for you to sit on, snuggled in his lap like a lapdog. Perfect for you to straddle and ride, big, warm hands on your hips guiding you to hump on him like a puppy.
BigBoy!Diluc with his large, broad nose, always jabbing and nudging into your perfect pretty clit while he tongue fucks your pussy. His crimson eyes looking up at you from behind the arched bridge of his nose, drunk and bleary, teeth nearly accidentally biting into the soft flesh of your cunt.
BigBoy!Diluc and his fat cock. Thick and pudgy, angry, flushed pink tip oozing globs of pre down his shaft. Gods, his cock. Pulsing and flexing, pretty veins accenting his richly thick length. Heavy shaft bobbing with arousal, struggling to stand tall from its weight.
BigBoy!Diluc with his heavy breeder balls, perfectly accented by his thick thighs. Groomed but still hairy, perfectly pairing with his droopy, heavy cock.
BigBoy!Diluc who has stamina. Fucking up your pussy over and over, holding his warm hand on your tummy, over that thick belly bulge the pudgy head of his cock stabs into you.
BigBoy!Diluc who can easily take all those scratches, teethy kisses, the crescent moons of your nails digging into his back.
BigBoy!Diluc putting pants on in the morning, bare back covered in old scars and new nail scratches. He can barely shuck them on, hindered by the heavy swell of his cock and the thick of his ass.
BigBoy!Diluc who brushes your hair out of your face with his thick fingers, palm rested on your temple, oh so warm in the morning chill.
BigBoy!Diluc with his pretty smile, kissing a soft goodbye on your forehead with his plump lips.
BigBoy!Diluc who will be back later, wrapping you up in the comfiest hug, huge arms wrapped around your body, strength lifting you in a silly twirl, lips peppering hot kisses all on your face.
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imagine javier peña as a pornstar holy shit-
gif by @underbetelgeuse | Pornstar!Javier x Pornstar!OFC x Fem!Reader | ~4.5k wc | Explicit. Minors DNI. | Read Part 2 Here | Series Masterlist |
Summary: You're a camerawoman that shoots pornos. Javi's the pornstar you can't stand. So why is it that you're so affected by him during this honeymoon scene between him and his co-star?
Tags: smut, voyeurism(?), unprotected p in v sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), no use of Y/N, reader doesn't fuck javi in this i'm sorry, yes it's steve murphy as the sound guy, unbeta'd asf we're here for the dirty vibes, other shit iâm probably forgetting.
A/N: well my beloved, this spiraled into something i wasn't expecting but i hope you enjoy, hehe đ€ shoutout to my lovely mutual @almostempty for summoning the threesome demon that inspired me to finish this.
Youâre not a prude. Sex isnât aversive to you. And you suppose it canât be considering what it is that you do for work.
A camerawoman for dirty films. Not a director, just the lucky girl that points and shoots. Itâs not a bad gig, even though sometimes you do wish it paid a little more. Then youâd be able to drop your bartending job.
Recording people fucking all day then tending the bar all night, you rarely ever have time for yourself or any of the hobbies that youâve attempted to start but havenât nurtured simply because there arenât enough hours in the day.Â
During your downtime, youâre either sleeping or tending to your shit apartment thatâs conveniently located above Luckyâsââ your night job. The only reason you can afford to live in Los Angeles is because of the cheap rent there and well, beggars canât be choosers.
You hit the button on the elevator, currently taking you to the sixth floor of the surprisingly nice hotel the production company has booked a room in for tonightâs shoot.
Once you make it to room 606, youâre greeted by Steve, the sound guy. âYouâre early.â
âDaddy got us a new toy and I wanted to test it out before we shot.â Thereâs a playful smile on your lips as you carefully show off the brand new camera bag with the device inside.
Steve whistles lowly, stepping aside to let you into the room. Looks very typical. Nice, grand bed in the center of the space. Desk, television stand, blah blah blah, and a bar cart.
You suavely make your way towards it, eyeing the small bottles that littered the glass top.
âSurprised you even got that thing. Heâs as cheap as they come.â
You shrug, uncapping the small Fireball plastic bottle and swiftly downing it, the burn familiar and taste delicious. âI know, but considering how much money weâre making him, maybe heâs starting to realize our worth.â
You both share a knowing look then laugh. As if. That man would find any way to cut a corner. Itâs honestly surprising how well his pornos do.
âWho are we shooting today?â You ask casually, beginning to set out the camera and all its attachments neatly on the desk.
âLexxie Gold andâŠâ He trails off, lanky form walking over to where his equipment is half set up, pulling out a tattered notebook that he flips through until he lands on the intended page. âJavier Peña.â
You canât help the grimace that crosses over your face. Great. Youâve shot Peña a few times, each with a story that reminds you how much you dislike the guy.
Sure he seems to be a good fuckâ but man was he cocky, annoying, and so damn full of himself.
Just because you have the biggest dick in the world, doesnât mean you have to act like one.
âHow fun.â Your sarcasm isnât lost on the blonde man across from you and he doesnât pressâ knowing you donât get along with the star.
You curiously start messing around with the camera, flitting through its different settings, taking random videos of Steve as he finishes setting up while you chastise him playfully from the other side.Â
Your fucking around is disrupted by a heavy knock on the door then the familiar voice of your boss and the director, Robbie, and you let him in with a brief hey.
The scene is simple enough: a honeymoon. How romantic. He wants to focus on close ups, hence why he brought the new camera.
âGotta show them how pretty and erotic it really is.â
âI donât really think theyâre watching for the riveting cinematography.â
He shoots you a look and you raise your arms defensively before shrugging your shoulders and getting back to making some last minute camera adjustments.
Steve helps you finish setting up, making the hotel room look like a loverâs getaway. Rose petals everywhere, moody lighting, it helps that the sun has fully set to really set the scene.
Not long after do Lexxie and Javier show up, his arm thrown around her shoulders, seemingly having met up on the ride up the elevator. Sheâs giggling over something heâs whispered in her ear, pushing at his chest playfully.
You suppose thatâs why heâs so good at what he doesâ that goddamn charisma that seems to charm the underwear off of any woman, hell even some men, that cross his path.Â
His chemistry with his co-stars is whatâs made him so popular in the industry. Aside from his appearance: cut jaw, full and fitting pornstache, golden lean body and nice cock; Javier ate pussy like his life depended on it and fucked women into oblivionâ he usually ended up leaving set with one on his arm.
You remember one time his prowess had been so magnetizing, that he ended up taking the makeup artist home. The fucking makeup artist.
But things with you are different, somehow. You can feel it, he can too. Maybe itâs because youâre a no bullshit type of person that just shows up to do your job then youâre out.
In the beginning, he had attempted to flirt with you, but you werenât really in the market to reciprocate.
A shock to anyone who meets him because what do you mean you didnât jump at the chance to be charmed by Javier Peña?
You donât mix business with pleasure, no matter if the pleasure seems to outweigh the business.Â
And since then heâs made it his lifeâs mission, it feels like, to push your buttons until youâre lit up like a fucking soundboard.
The flirting, petty comments, sometimes weaponized incompetence just to get you to move the camera into a more desirable position for himâ yeah it really irks you.
With it being a simple, smaller shoot today: itâs only you, the director, Steve and the two stars in the room.
As Lexxie finishes doing some last minute touch ups in the bathroom, Steve and Robbie head out to the balcony for a quick smoke, leaving you in the room with Javier as he checks his appearance in the full-length mirror by your equipment.
The shoot is starting with them already half undressed, so heâs got an unbuttoned white collared shirt on, his toned chest on full display, with a pair of dress pants hanging low on his hips. Heâs not wearing underwear, so you get a peek of the prominent V of his pelvis and the enticing trail of dark hair leading below the fabric.
Goddamn him.
âLookinâ like somethinâ crawled up your ass and died, sweetheart. All good?â He asks, no real concern in his voice but the typical condescending tone he uses when he speaks to you.
You ignore him, wiping off the lens of your camera, lowkey wanting to down another small bottle of liquor.Â
âItâs rude not to speak when youâre spoken to.â
âWhat do you want me to say? Iâm not exactly thrilled to have your balls slapping against my new camera.â
He smirks at the bite in your voice, âWith the amount of times youâve seen my sack, I figured youâd be used to that by now.â You roll your eyes and bite your tongue because heâs right and that wasnât the best retort you could have given him.
Youâll admit, sometimes his attractiveness throws you off and that only pisses you off further.
âNew camera, huh?â His eyes meet yours in the reflection, thick brows raising in amusement, âHonored to be the one to christen it. âSpecially with Lexxie.â He whistles lowly, brown eyes flickering over to the cracked door of the bathroom, âSheâs a sexy little thing, isnât she?â
You ignore him again so you donât get tongue tied by trying to outwit him, breathing out a sigh of relief when Steve and your boss reenter and the older man begins to throw out orders for everyone to follow.
âI want this to feel real. Aside from the close ups, I need some filthy, dirty talk. Sell it, make those horny bastards bust their load over the believable newlyweds.â
Lexxie is leaning against the doorway to the bathroom, a beautiful white lingerie set on her curvy body, obscured by a silk robe.
Youâre both jealous of her for looking so goddamn pretty and jealous of Javier for having the pleasure of getting to fuck her.
âWeâre not amateurs, Robbie.âÂ
Okay, so maybe Javier isnât all that bad and you do tend to overreact sometimes.
Itâs just hard not to, he has a penchant for getting under your skin like no other. Kind of like the annoying boys you used to go to high school with that would relentlessly tease you for being you.
No time to project your insecurities. Youâre at work, you remind yourself, listening intently as your boss turns to you and begins to describe how he wants you to shoot the scene.
Intimate. Very. Intimate.
He yells action and the scene begins to play out naturally.
Lexxie stands by the window, her white silk robe loosely tied around her waist, revealing glimpses of her smooth, brown skin. The moonlight accentuates her curves, making her look like a vision of desire against the backdrop of the shimmering city.
Javier watches her from the bed, gaze dark with anticipation. He canât take his eyes off her, the way the silk clings to her body, hinting at the treasures beneath.
She turns to him, a playful smile dancing on her lips, and slowly walks toward the bed, her hips swaying seductively with each step.
Steve holds the boom mic above them, out of the cameraâs view, as you follow Lexxieâs movements with careful precision, zooming in on her long legs then panning up to her thick thighs.
As she reaches the bed, she unties the belt of her robe, letting it fall open. Javier licks his lips, the outline of his cock prominent against the fabric of his pants.
She climbs onto the bed, straddling his hips, her hands gliding over his chest.
âIâve been waiting all day to get you alone.â Her voice is a sultry whisper as she traces her fingers along Javierâs jawline. âI canât believe weâre finally here, just you and me.â
Thereâs a lopsided smile on his lips, large hands sliding around her waist, pulling her closer. âYou look incredible, baby. Couldnât take my eyes off you all night. My pretty wife.â
She leans in, her breath warm against his ear. âTell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.â Her words are a teasing challenge, her teeth biting down on his earlobe.
He groans softly, hands roaming over her curves. âI want to touch you, taste you. Feel you shiver under my hands, hear you moan my name.â His voice drops to a near-growl. âI want to make you mine, over and over again.â
Youâre on the bed with them, knees digging into the comforter as you hold the camera at eye level, the small screen that extends from it giving it that grain that makes it look even more erotic.Â
All of this is beginning to feel too intimate but you block that out, even if itâs fucking hard to. This is what your boss wanted, anyways.
You feel your clit pulsing, heat pooling at your core as you watch them and itâs infuriating.
She smiles, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she kisses him deeply, her tongue dancing with his and you make sure to get a good shot of it. âThen take me. Show me why I married you.â She pulls back slightly, her gaze locked with his.
He pulls her closer, his lips capturing hers in another passionate and hungry kiss. Theyâre absolutely unbothered by your presence.
âIâm going to worship every inch of you.â His tone is thick with promise, bringing his hand up to wrap around her neck. âI want to hear you scream for me, break that little throat then soothe it with my cum.â
Your breath hitches at his words and for the life of you, you donât understand why youâre being so affected by this.
While faint, he hears your reaction and you donât miss the subtle smirk that tugs at those pink, pouty lips of his.Â
âYes. I want you. I need you. Fuck me like itâs our last night on earth.â Her words are a plea, filled with raw desire and feigning love.
A little corny, but what the hell, thatâs half the appeal of these things anyway.
Their bodies press together, the heat between them palpable that you can feel it from where you are.
Her fingers tangled in Javiâs hair as she deepens the kiss, her body moving rhythmically against his.
The passion they exacerbate is undeniable, an electric charge that ropes you in as you move the camera closer, igniting your every nerve.
His skilled fingers move to pull down the cups of her bra, freeing her breasts and he uses his hold on her neck to tilt her back slightly, leaning down to wrap his lips around her stiff nipple. He suckles on it, drawing out a moan from the star on his lap as his wet tongue darts out to flick rapidly against the pebbled flesh.
He does the same to the other, you following his movements and your own nipples hardening, the friction of them rubbing up against your sports bra with each deep breath you take enough to gradually turn you on even more.
After lavishing her chest with his attention, leaving her tits glistening with a layer of his spit, he goes to kiss her again and they share more of that porny dialogue that usually makes you cringe.
But not today.
Not as you watch how they touch up on each other, the way he slowly releases his hold on her neck and she pushes the shirt off his shoulders then shimmies down his body, pulling his pants down and revealing his cock.
Youâve seen it dozens of times, it shouldnât phase you (just as how he reminded you of earlier), but fuckâ with the way youâre so heated right now by unofficially being part of this twosome, you canât help how your mouth floods with saliva at the sight.
Itâs got just the right amount of hair surrounding it, looking real heavy and swollen with arousal as she wraps her fingers around it.
You move down to get a good POV shot, bending at the waist and accidentally wagging your ass in his face.Â
While Lexxie begins to blow him, showcasing her skill to the camera, Javierâs eyes are glued to your ass and how good it looks in the jean shorts youâre wearing.
You can feel it, his stare heavy as lead, as one of his hands comes down to make a makeshift ponytail of the womanâs curly hair while the other just barely grazes the back of your thighs.
If you werenât so hyper aware of his touch, you would have missed it. Your hips involuntarily moving subtly and you play it off as you shuffling to get more comfortable to record the oral heâs currently receiving.Â
Sounds of her gagging and his grunts fill the room. Steveâs brows are furrowed in concentration, picking up every single thing and you pray that he doesnât hear how ragged your breathing has become.
You didnât even notice it until the camera in your hand started shaking just a little.
So unprofessional, this shoot is gonna haunt you for weeks.
But Robbie doesnât seem to mind, and you wonder if youâre the problem with how Steve and him seem to be so locked in while youâre sitting here, all hot and bothered, trying not to think of Javier despite seeing his spit slick cock slipping in and out of her mouth so filthily.
The director orders them to switch and you try not to be too hasty when you move off the bed, allowing the couple to do as theyâre told.
You avoid Javierâs eyes, the ones looking for yours, as he settles in between Lexxieâs spread legs.
He comments on how wet she is, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he begins to kiss her over the lacy fabric of her fancy panties.
Thereâs an obvious wet spot from both her slick and his saliva. You alternate, panning the camera from his ministrations, up her gorgeous body, then to capture the look of pure fucking bliss on her face.
She squeezes her tits, moaning obscenely as he pulls her underwear to the side and begins to suck and lick at her pussyâ wet sounds of his lips smacking against her folds and clit has your own cunt dripping and the rough fabric of your jean shorts rubbing against your underwear is just embarrassingly pleasurable.Â
Itâs like you can feel his tongue on you as it flicks over her flesh, her arousal coating his face and dampening his mustache.
Javier begins to finger her and the director urges you to get a closer shot of it, which you do and it has you so close to their intimacy; you can smell her pussy.
Your thighs clench.
She cums all over his fingers and he pulls back, traversing up her body slowly, his lips marking their path until heâs kissing her messily again before shoving those sinewy digits into her mouth, and she expertly cleans them off, not breaking eye contact with him.
You lick your lips, practically tasting her, and theyâre directed to start off in missionary then end in doggy.
âPut her head on your lap, get a shot of her tits down with his torso in view. Lexxie, scream his name like itâs the best cock youâve ever had inside you.â
âWonât be hard to do. It is the best Iâve had.â
You roll your eyes at the smug smile that tugs at Javierâs lips at her words, that statement enough to calm you down as you shift into the optimal position, her head on your lap as Javier strokes his dick and rids her of her panties, leaving her with the cups of her bra still below her tits and the garter belt on her waist.
The white stockings brush up against his thighs as he hitches her legs up on his hips.
He begins to fuck her, each thrust sending her further up your body and you grip onto your camera as you zoom in on the way her body moves, her back arching and needy whimpers pushing past her plump, glossy lips.
Your eyes are glued to the small screen, his toned body looking like a sculpture and a thin sheen of sweat making him glow.
Yeah, this tape is going to fucking sell.
âGet over here and get a shot of her pretty pussy when I push her legs up.â Javier instructs you and you canât help but drop your jaw at the audacity.
Thereâs an insult on the tip of your tongue, waiting to be lashed out but Robbie agrees and you fight the urge to fling the camera at him.
Javier senses your irritation and fucking smirks, but you pay it no mind (or at least try not to) as you move away from Lexxie, off the bed, and beside him.
He spreads her thighs and pushes her knees up to her chest, her pussy on full view as his cock continues to piston in and out of her.
It really is so hot. Usually, some stars would have to use lube to get the process going but not Javier. Never Javier.Â
He eats pussy so messily and knows just how to treat his girls, theyâre usually fucking drenched and dripping by the time heâs ready to fuck them. He doesnât need anything artificial to help him out.
Lexxie is moaning and spitting out pure filth as he continues to fuck her, youâre doing a good job at capturing it all.Â
Suddenly, Javi leans over to whisper into your ear.
âBet youâd look just as pretty like this, nena.â
Your breath hitches in your throat, camera once more shaking slightly in your grasp and your skin warms. What the hell is his deal?
And why does the idea of being spread out like this for him suddenly so fucking enticing?
Your eyes flicker over to Steve, who both watched that little interaction happen and picked it up on his mic, an amused expression on his face.
You shoot him a look that basically translates to Donât and he shakes his head lightly, holding back a snicker.
Theyâre directed to switch again, both stars getting closer to their orgasms, and you use this a chance to take a step back and fucking collect yourself. No doubt that your cunt is an absolute mess right now.
Maybe youâll rub one out before going in tonight. That is if you have the time. Maybe if youâre not so tired after, youâll pick up one of the men at the bar and use him to fuck Javier Peña out of your mind.
Now bent over, her ass and pussy are on full display. Javier, once more acting like heâs the goddamn director, moves aside so you can get a good shot of it. You do, bristling as he brushes against you whenever he gets back into position behind her, entering her pussy in one swift motion and beginning to fuck the shit out of her.
Jesus. Christ. It must be because of how fucking weird this shoot has been but man, is he giving it to her good.
A few delicious spanks are brought down to her ass, his large palm making the meaty flesh jiggle and he grunts loudly at how it feels against his dick.
Thereâs more dirty talk, him telling her how good this pussy feels and that it belongs to him now. Her doubling down and telling him that heâs the only cock sheâs ever going to take.
You move below his spread legs, getting a good view of his heavy balls slapping against her clit, his precum and her arousal coating the flesh of his sack, the sound of it smacking against her is for sure going to make some poor soul release their spunk all over their keyboards or whatever it is that theyâll watch this on.
Getting more footage of their full bodies, you maneuver yourself all around the bed, knowing that when this sucker is edited together, itâs really going to feel like an intimate telling of a coupleâs honeymoon night.
Youâll give it to Javi and Lexxieâ theyâre good at what they do.
She reaches her peak first, shouting that sheâs coming and her body flails and tenses, squeezing his cock and gushing cum out of her hole.
You make the mistake of looking up at Javier, finding that heâs already staring at you and he growls, stilling inside her and filling her up with his load.
Itâs like everything else melts and disappears, leaving just you two suspended in this moment. The way his brown eyes twinkle with something you canât quite decipher has your entire body quivering and your heart beating wildly in your chest.
What the fuck is going on?
âGet the money shot!â Robbie barks at you, seeing that youâve been lost in a fucking daze and you shake your head, snapping out of it and moving off the rose petal covered sheets, again moving next to Javier as he pulls out.
Lexxie positions herself sexily, and not long after does her pussy flutter and milky cum begins to seep out of it, an obscene squelching sound as it drips lazily onto her engorged clit then the mattress.
Itâs so fucking hot, youâll admit it. Thatâs the point of these things, isnât it? To turn others on. You canât blame yourself for the way its intended effect washes over you.
Except your mind is still hazy from how Javier had looked at you while coming inside of another woman.
The pornstar shakes her hips erotically, giggling as Javier smacks her ass.
âAnd cut. Great fucking job team. You guys just made me a whole lotta money.â
You quit recording, licking your lips and moving off the bed quickly, closing the camera and making a beeline to the other side of the room, not being shy about the way you snag up another travel sized bottle of Fireball and shoot it.
âDrinking on the job?â Javier tuts, walking over to you with his soft cock hanging between his legs and you do your best to not let your eyes drop down to it. Heâs got an unlit cigarette hanging from between his lips. âVery unprofessional.â
Lexxie has disappeared off into the bathroom again to clean up, Steve and Robbie discussing who knows what.
âYeah well.â Youâre flustered and hate how youâre conveying it. Heâs reveling in the sight of you. âI got thirsty.â
âHmm,â he hums, gaze narrowing ever so slightly, âCamera like what it saw?â
You clench your jaw, turning from him to begin packing your stuff up. You donât have time for this, for him. You need to leave and get ready for the bar.
âYou heard Robbieâ just made him a whole lotta money, so what do you think?â
âLet me rephrase that. Did you like what you saw? Like watching the way I fucked her but was thinking of you the whole time?â
You freeze, static in your brain like an interrupted television broadcast and your body feeling feverish. You need to get out of here.
âAnd you say Iâm acting unprofessional.â You scoff, trying to act like youâre not affected by him and his stupid words and that dumb mustache and his fucking bare cock.
He snorts out a laugh, prepared to say something else to grate your nerves but you donât give him a chance, slinging the strap of the camera bag over your shoulder and grabbing your purse, pushing past him.
âAlright, Robbie Iâm out. Iâll swing by the office tomorrow and drop this off after Iâve reviewed the footage.â
You can see Javier from your peripheral, tight jeans up on his hips and moving out into the balcony to smoke.
You feel like you can breathe a little easier now.
âSounds good. Iâll have your check for it then.â
You nod, saying bye to Steve who has a shit eating grin on his face. âYou workinâ at Luckyâs tonight?â
âYeah.â
âIâll be there âround eleven for a beer⊠and to discuss whatever the fuck all that was.â He motions vaguely and you roll your eyes.
âIâd rather not.â
âSâtoo damn bad. I drink Michelobs, by the way.â
Your face scrunches up, âI shouldnât let you in based on that alone.â
You canât help the small smile that tugs at your lips at his reaction, but itâs all in good fun.
This little interaction is almost enough to make you forget about⊠all that. Almost. The door to the balcony slides open again and you take that as your cue to get the hell outta dodge.
âAlright, whatever, Iâll see you then. Hopefully weâre not too busy.â
You say goodbye to Lexxie over your shoulder, briskly walking down the hall to the elevator, looking forward to the cold shower youâre about to take to cool down your heated skin.
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Hi, i wanted to request a james potter x reader thingy :))
So the idea is that james and reader broke up during hogwarts/directly after because they had the children talk, james really wants to be a father but reader is terrified of pregnancy so they break up. But over the years the reader keeps yearning for james and eventually they meet again when james and lily are together and have baby harry and its just really angsty đđ
Hope all of this makes sense i thought of this while listening to a song lyric
thank you for the request babe i love how your brain works <3 this is quite angsty so hopefully you like it! and now iâm curious to know what song đ
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in another life | j.p.
âCalm down, babe,â Sirius mutters as you walk in step, looping his arm through yours.
You nibble on your bottom lip anxiously, sighing as you glance over at him. âItâs not that easy, Siri. Iâm seeing him after what â four years? I canât just calm down!â
He rolls his eyes, reaching towards you and thumbing at your lip to save it from your torment. âYouâre seeing me after four years.â
You turn to Sirius, and he huffs out a laugh at your deadpan expression. âWell, you never asked me to marry you.â
Sirius wiggles his eyebrows, his lips curving up into a grin. âMarry me?â
âFuck off, Black.â
James and Lily Potter were holding a meet-up of sorts, and had invited most people in your year at Hogwarts. You were hesitant to go, given your history with James, but Sirius insisted you tag along. You knew he, Remus, and Peter had stayed in touch with James. Rightfully, you ought to have too. But neither of you tried to; maybe you both knew it was better that way.
Sirius simpers, coming to a halt in front of the large black gates of the mansion. He reaches forward and begins to twist the lock, and you instinctively reach over and grab his hand to stop him. He turns to you, confusion twisting his features. âWhat are you â oh. Oh, sweetheart.â
He softens when he sees the expression on your face. Youâre biting your cuticles, and the anxiety in your features is palpable. Sirius sighs and firmly pulls your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers together. âItâs gonna be okay. Just be cordial with him. Thereâs no bad blood, right?â
âRight,â you mutter, albeit uncertainly.
âBut, umâŠâ he sighs, dropping your hand to rake his fingers through his hair. âThereâs something I shouldâve told you before. But I didnât wanna freak you out.â
âWhat?â
The apprehension in your tone causes Sirius to wince. âJames and Lily, they⊠theyâve got a baby.â
Thereâs a beat of loud silence as the fact sinks in, a mount of uncertainty and hurt settling in the pit of your stomach.
âOh.â
Youâre trying not to show it, but the heartbreak on your face is painfully obvious. Sirius pouts, moving to take your hand again. âBabe, Iâm sorry. I shouldâve ââ
He doesnât get the chance to finish his sentence, the gates swinging open to reveal a beaming James Potter.
âPads,â he grins immediately, eyes locking on Sirius as he moves towards him and swoops him into a quick hug.
You take the moment to look James over. He looked exactly like you remembered â messy curls, toned biceps, that movie-star grin. Yet something felt different, in the way he pulled Sirius into a hug without all the raucous fervour he wouldâve at 16, how he held him so gently at armâs length while talking to him. Heâd softened, you realised, from the responsibilities of fatherhood and being a husband.
They pull apart a moment later, and his gaze drifts to you. His smile loses a bit of its sunshine, not softening but not quite dimming either. âY/n, hey.â
Thereâs a moment of hesitation as he looks at you, but then he seems to decide upon giving you a hug too.
âHi,â you mutter as he shortens the distance between you, needling his arms under yours to press them to your back. You embrace him in return, and a sudden pang of hurt shoots through your heart at the familiarity of the action.
Perhaps he was remembering it too, from the way he tightened his grip. Both of you were heavy on physical touch, and it was undeniably the best part of your relationship back in Hogwarts â how heâd always have a hand wrapped around your waist, how youâd wake up to cuddles and hugs every morning. You didnât exactly have anyone to hug anymore, living alone.
So you convince yourself that the reason you hold on to James for slightly longer than necessary was because you craved human touch, not because of⊠anything else.
Finally, James pulls away, his arms dropping to his sides as he gives you a small smile. You plaster one onto your face too, for his sake. âSo,â he starts as he turns around, beginning to lead you and Sirius into the mansion, âhowâve you been, Y/n?â
You can feel Siriusâ gaze burning holes into the side of your head, but choose to ignore him. âIâve been great, yeah. You?â
James nods. âThatâs cool. Yeah, Iâve been good too. Things have been fun, but kind of busy; you know, with work and Lily and the babyâŠâ He seems to realise what heâs said, and clears his throat awkwardly. Oh, of course. The baby.
Sirius is beside you in an instant, arching his eyebrows and nudging your elbow to respond.
âOh, um⊠congrats on the baby, by the way.â
James turns around to face you as you walk, and you give him a grin to prove that youâre being genuine â to show him that it didnât feel like there was a knife being twisted in your gut every time the word baby was brought up.
His eyes soften, and you know he can tell how youâre feeling. But he gives you a grateful smile, and says no more as the three of you come to a stop in front of the house.
âBy the way,â James mutters as he pushes the door open, âyou guys are like, an hour early. Youâre the only ones here.â
You immediately turn around to glower at Sirius for subjecting you to more torture than necessary by bringing you early. But he all but smirks as he follows you in.
Your eyes coast around the mansion, taking it all in. Itâs decorated in a minimalist aesthetic, white couches and brown rugs. It was pretty, that was for sure; but you couldnât help but think how different it was from Jamesâ place in the dorm â posters and stickers all over the walls, boisterously red curtains and LED lights. It used to be so full of life.
Honestly, you mightâve guessed an old couple lived here, if not for the small signs of their life as a family â the pacifier on the dining table, a cradle at the far end of the living room, and the heart-shaped photo frames lining the walls.
James watches you, a small smile playing on the edges of his lips. âYou like it?â
He knows you wouldnât like it, itâs everything you arenât. Your dorm had been just like his; trying to fit as many vinyls and posters onto that small space next to your bed as possible. There would be fairy lights in every corner and succulents on the nightstand, a dreamcatcher which heâd gifted you hanging right above your bed. You were messy, as a person, and with your love too. You thought he was messy as well; but apparently heâd gotten his shit together already.
âYeah, itâs simple. Pretty.â
âHoney ââ Lily bustles out the kitchen, a small gasp escaping her lips as she sees you and Sirius. Sheâs holding a ladle in one hand, and has her other arm wrapped around a baby perched on her waist.
You donât register it when she kisses your cheek and hugs you, asks you how youâre doing and leads you to sit on the couch. Your gaze is locked on the baby, every second spent staring at him worsening the nauseous feeling at the back of your throat.
You mustâve asked for his name, because the word, âHarry,â registers in your head. This beautiful baby, with Lilyâs deep green eyes and Jamesâ luscious curls, was Harry.
Would you have named your baby Harry? Probably not, it was too generic. But it was too late now, to pick out names and choose a less boring aesthetic for a house together.
You had lost your chance back in seventh year, that night when you were laying on Jamesâ bed, limbs tangled together as he raked his hands through your hair with all the love in the world. Youâre gonna be my husband one day, youâd whispered, feeling so much affection for him you thought your heart would burst. Yeah, baby, heâd replied with a soft smile. Weâre gonna live in a mansion, with our dogs and children and â
Children?
I donât⊠I donât want children. And thatâs where it all started going downhill, thatâs the moment Jamesâ smile turned upside down and his hand dropped from your hair. It had turned into an argument, a screaming match â and eventually a reason to break up. James couldn't understand much you feared it, the pain of pregnancy and the exhaustion that came with motherhood. And some part of you knew that you werenât blameless either â calling him awful things and accusing him of not loving you; though love was all he ever gave till the day you told him it was over.
The feeling of Siriusâ nails digging into your palm brings you back to the present, and you see him nodding absentmindedly as Lily rambles about how much trouble Harryâs been, and oh, sheâs picked up a hobby of crocheting, andâŠ
You flit your eyes to look at James sitting opposite you, gazing at you with his brows pinched in concern. Your emotions mustâve been obvious on your face, then. But he immediately looks away when Lily calls out to him, holding up Harry for him to carry.
You watch silently as James squeezes into the chair next to his wife, taking the small, lovely baby between his large, calloused hands. He smiles at Harry, looking at him though he was the most precious thing on earth. Jamesâ fingers bunch Harryâs tiny shirt as he brings him close to his face, gently pressing a kiss to his forehead. Lilyâs head lolls onto Jamesâ shoulder as he shifts Harry into a comfortable lying position in his arms.
There you have it. The perfect family, with the gorgeous wife and the adorable baby and the man who couldâve been yours if you wanted.
Itâs too much for you to take, and Sirius squeezes your hand as you start to shake. Harry coos, and you melt at how Jamesâ face breaks into a sunny beam. He tilts his head to press a soft peck to his wifeâs hair, and thereâs so much love in that simple gesture that you feel like you could die.
You feel Siriusâ worried gaze on you, your hands trembling and your knee bobbing up and down. The taste of blood from how hard youâre nibbling on your lip is grounding; it brings you back to yourself, who you are, and not who you couldâve been.
âHey,â he murmurs softly from beside you, but it doesnât get lodged into your brain. The only thing you feel is your vision of the perfect family blurring, soft streams of regret rolling down your cheek. Sirius makes a small noise of pity from beside you, and James looks up instantly, eyes widening as they lock on you. Lily is fast asleep, baby Harry staring at you with his thumb stuck into his mouth.
âY/n, you okay?â James asks gently, but you donât reply, still looking at him with that distraught look on your face. You open your mouth, but you donât seem to have the vocabulary to express the heartache you felt right that moment. It felt strangely like grief; like you were mourning for the version of yourself you never got to meet, for the version of James who didnât have the chance to be yours.
James' mouth twists downwards in a frown as he stands up and steps closer towards you. Itâs like an alarm is set off in your head, and you immediately jolt back to the present, sucking in a deep breath.
Your legs act of their own accord as you stand up, Siriusâs hand falling limp on the couch as he looks up at you in surprise. You gulp down the lump in your throat and fiercely brush the tears away, James coming to a halt in front of you. âY/n, baby ââ
âIâm not your baby.â
James slaps a hand to his mouth, eyes as wide as Harryâs now. âFuck, no, it â it just came out. I didnât mean to. Shit, youâre crying.â
âIâm okay,â you warble. James opens his mouth to retort but you donât let him, knowing that the longer you spent here, the more the gaping hole in your chest would grow. You couldnât bear it anymore, watching James with his wife and wishing it was you instead. The worst part was that it was all your fault, your stupidity and your rejection.
âIâm fine, really. IâŠIâm gonna go now, it was nice meeting you. Convey my love to Remus, Peter and the girls.â You pick up your bag, moving to the front door with a befuddled James tracking your movements.
âY/n ââ
âBye, James,â you call out halfheartedly as you slip into your shoes. He comes to stand at the door, rocking Harry from side to side. He looks almost disappointed as you make to leave.
âIâm sorry.â
You look up, surprised. âItâs not your fault.â
Jamesâ lips pursed together with guilt, seeming like he wants to say something as he opens and closes his mouth. He finally sighs, âItâs not your fault either.
It was startling, how he still knew just the right thing to say â he always had. The regret that had been clogging up your heart for years was drained out upon hearing that one sentence. James didnât hold the utter failure of your relationship against you, and that was enough. If you couldnât have his love, at least you had his forgiveness.
You give him a half smile and nod, turning around to leave. Youâd go back to yours, more of a house than a home. But at least no one but yourself could hurt you there, there was no one to turn away and no hearts to break. No one to love.
âHey.â
You spin back around to face the door, heart stopping upon seeing the moistness in his eyes. You hear the scratchiness in his throat as he sucks in a deep breath.
âJamesâŠâ
âNo, donât â donât say anything. I just wanted to tell you, umâŠâ he defeatedly runs a hand through his hair and exhales shakily. âI hope we worked out, you know, in another life.â
That catches you off guard, your heart involuntarily squeezing in your chest. James looks almost embarrassed as he says it, but you see the vulnerability in his eyes. He was right â maybe there was some planet on which you were less of a coward, another world where he could put a ring on your finger. Heâd been yours to lose in this life, perhaps he was yours to love in another.
You clear your throat, feeling nausea brimming in the pits of your gut. âYeah, I⊠I hope so too.â
You spare yourself one last glance at him before turning towards the exit, praying he didnât see the tears dribbling down your cheeks.
You squeeze your eyes shut and will yourself to trudge forward, before he can call out to you and break your heart all over again.
In a few long strides, youâre out the gates; out of Jamesâ life again.
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miguel's fav position is def mating press, but what about hobie. do u think he likes you on top so he can touch everywhere or on all fours, using his size to press against you?
hobieâs favorite position is⊠baby iâm drawing a blank i feel like he likes every single position like he just loves being inside you but if i had to choose⊠itâs either missionary with your legs over his shoulders or with you on top cause his dirty talk goes crazy with you on top đŻ you bein in control turns him on BAD so heâs literally encouraging you and telling you to take what you need and to ride him âjust like thatâ and to âshow me how much you love this dick, yeah?â
(bonus! he also rlly likes when you talk to him while heâs fucking your brains out. heâs all about your pleasure so over time heâs taught you to tell him when heâs doing something you rlly like. say he angles his hips a certain way. he presses up against your spot n you go crazy and start saying shit like âyeah, right there, feels so goodâ ⊠he will go insane. makes sure he presses against that spot with every thrust and heâs moaning âyeah? right there? tell me how fuckinâ good it feels, love.â)
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Hear me out, Stepdad Gojo and "Uncle" Suguru.
still maintaining that i am not a suguru fucker
but mmmmm imagine your mother has a family emergency and needs to spend a few days at your grandparents house so it's just you and gojo home alone. you keep to yourself mostly but come out of your room now and then to get snacks.
you're very surprised to see your daddy's best friend suguru hanging out with him while they listen to music and drink beers at the kitchen table. you've known suguru since you were a lil girl, so he is like an uncle to you!
he loves how sweet you are to him, always excited to see him when he stops by and somehow he always manages to convince you to sit on his lap while you're talking. soon enough they're talking like you aren't there, about how grown up you're getting and what a pretty lil body you've got.
talking turns to touching, they wanna be sure they know what they're talking about. your ass is nice and soft and your tits are filling out so nicely. daddy keeps you dressed in the prettiest bras and panties, doesn't he?
he'll say, "show your uncle suguru the pretty panties i bought you the other day." and it doesn't matter if you're uncomfortable with the idea, uncle suguru will split your legs apart so that your skirt rides up and your lace underwear is on full display.
and then of course there has to be more touching. they want to touch your silk folds and of course they know what a good girl you are just because you're so wet from the slightest bit of attention from them.
they'll take turns fingering your cunt because they can't believe how drippy and tight you are. you must be a real good girl to need this much prep from them both! and they're both ravenous to be inside of you. though they don't follow through with that since they can't decide who gets to go first.
so they'll just spend all night playing with your pussy until you pass out from exhaustion đ«¶đœ
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Pussy inspection with those two would be insane. Both of them just praising you at first before they would start teasing you for being so wet for them. And they would probably lose it if you tell them that it's always gonna be like that for them (if you haven't told them before already, that is). Definitely taking turns pounding you until you're just mindless and babbling.
You would definitely end up overstimulated by the end, but loving it. (And probably begging for more tbh).
18+ only content - mdni
the way I read this with my legs crossed
tags: fem reader + pussy inspection + explicit smut
They have you flat on your back on the bed with your legs spread obscenely wide for them. Toji is perched on your left side and Shiu on your right and you can feel their stare even with your eyes closed.
Both men know all the ways to have you a mess for them and right now your pussy is gleaming under the bedroom light, your slick strung from each lip making a sticky mess they wanted to clean.
"Look at how wet she is; we haven't even touched her." Toji chuckled skating the tips of his fingers along your bare skin eliciting shivers that made Shiu chuckle as well watching you fall apart already.
Shiu leaned in to inhale your musk with a deep groan that made your eyes pop open as you stared at him, his honeyed eyes meeting yours before he looked at Toji. "I think she likes this, what about you?"
Toji watched Shiu for a moment then his finger as it drug through your wetness dragging it up to your pubic hair watching it glisten like dew on the grass after it rained. "I know she does, look at how giddy she is trying to hide her face like we don't know what it looks like."
You had slapped your hands over your face when Toji touched you pulling a soft squeak from you. "This is both your fault, I'm always a wet dripping mess for you two, and you know that." You huffed.
Shiu pulled your hands away to tease you some more, brushing his thumb across your cheek and watching as your lips parted for his fingers that depressed your tongue. "Ah, such a good girl for me."
His praise made you quiver as you glanced between him and Toji wondering what they were going to do when Toji leaned in to press a soft kiss to your clit before swirling and flicking his tongue over it.
After that Toji was the first one to have you tapping out before letting Shiu take over making you cry his name and leave a red trail of your nails scratching his back only for Toji to tease him as well over it.
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any kind of drew smut please đđđ»
i've been seeing many drew starkey blonde mullet pornstache pics floating around on here he looks so delicious i wanna give him the messiest lap dance maybe i'll make a part 2 to this we'll see >:)
18+ only, filming sex tape, daddy kink, oral (m&f!receiving)
"you sure you wanna do this darling?" your boyfriend asked, propping the camera up against the night stand and pressing the 'record' button. drew decided to grow out his hair and dye it blonde, along with growing out his mustache, looking a lot like a hot pornstar.
he looked too good. you nodded your head as you got on the bed, crawling towards him. "do you..?" you asked looking up at him with doe-like eyes. he gently grabbed your chin, stroking your cheek softly "of course i do sweetheart"
he leaned in, giving you a kiss. it was gentle at first with his hands roaming around your frame, whimpers escaping your mouth. it began getting steamy as he started to undress you, lips still on yours.
he tossed your silk robe to the side as you pulled away to remove your baby pink nightgown. you were just left in your underwear as he scooped you up in his arms, lifting you up off the bed with your legs crossed around his waist.
you guys continued to make out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, "oh drew..." you mewled out, feeling him kiss your neck. he walked towards the end of the bed, placing you down gently before hovering over you and kissing your entire body.
he moved down to your chest as he began sucking on your boobs and around that area. you arched your back, gripping onto the sheets "fuck drew feels so good" you let out a moan with your eyes shut from all the pleasure you were feeling.
he gave your tits a squeeze as he pulled away to admire his work. love bites all over your neck, chest, and boobs. he stood up to take off his clothes as you watched him from the bed, eyeing his arms and abs.
he got back on the bed as you felt him kiss your stomach, going down to the lower region of your body. "fuck daddy..." you purred out as he began giving kisses on your plush thighs. "you look so good princess" he said, looking up from your thighs and smirking before going down again and taking off your underwear.
you whined, feeling the cold air hit against your cunt, subconsciously rubbing your pussy against his face. he let out a low groan as he felt your juices on his mouth and mustache.
he slid a finger inside of your sopping wet cunt, making you wail as you tugged onto his hair "daddy!" he let out a chuckle, amused by your reaction before bringing his mouth to your entrance.
you gasped for air as he began to eat you out, thrashing on the bed and tugging a bit harder on his hair. he groaned in response, eyes rolling back while continuing to lap your pussy.
you felt your lower tummy tighten as you started rubbing your cunt into his face, practically humping on it "daddyyy... s-so close!" he quickened his pace, eating you out hungrily like as if it was his last supper until you tugged on his hair, screaming in pleasure as you exploded inside of his mouth "daddy daddy daddyyy!!!"
you were breathing heavily, looking down to see drew's mouth and mustache drenched in your arousal. he got back up, leaning down to give you a kiss where you were able to taste your own juices "you taste so fucking good baby" he said in between the kiss.
you giggled, feeling a spark of energy as you flipped him over so that you were the one on top of him now. "baby..." he said, eyes widening at your behavior.
you shut him up, kissing his lips. you were grabbing his face, kissing him hungrily before sliding your tongue into his mouth. he let out a groan, gripping onto your hips and smacking your ass as he felt you bite his lips before pulling away.
you moved down to his lower area, wiggling your hips playfully as you took off his boxers. he reached for the camera on the night stand before putting it up to your face, capturing all of your features, plump lips, rosy cheeks, and doe-like eyes staring straight at the camera in a seductive manner.
"yeah baby, show the camera what you can do with that pretty little mouth" he said, voice husky and deep. you grabbed his cock at the base and leaned down to kiss on the tip. "shittt princess... what a pretty little thing" he groaned out, stroking your hair with one hand and gripping onto the camera with the other.
you batted your eyelashes at him as you spit on his cock, stroking it before putting his length in your mouth. he moaned, watching you bob your head up and down taking his dick. "yeah look at you, taking my cock like a good girl" he cooed, throwing his head back.
with the camera still in one hand, he pushed your head down with his other hand as the room was filled with his groans and your loud gags. your eyes began to water, watching drew thrust his hips up as he started fucking your mouth.
you were drooling at this point, a pool of your saliva dripping down your mouth and onto the sheets. drew let out groans as you felt his cock harden in your mouth "fuck baby fuckkkk... i'm so close"
you continued bobbing your head up and down until you heard a loud moan escape your boyfriend's lips as you felt his cum enter your mouth. tears were running down your face as a mix of saliva and his cum were dripping down the sides of your mouth.
you pulled back, sitting on your knees, mouth still filled with his cum. you began crawling towards the camera as he pointed it down to your face. "yeah baby open that fucking mouth and show everyone" he said with a smirk.
you opened your mouth wide open to the camera, inside was full of cum dripping down the sides of your lips as you stuck out your tongue and rolled your eyes to the camera, making an ahegao face. you heard him smirk as you closed your mouth and gave the camera a cheeky smile, showing your teeth with cum on the sides of your mouth.
maybe drew should grow out his hair and mustache more often.
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hi there! i'm OBSESSED with your eddie works and I had a lil request for u!
(if this is out of your comfort zone, I totally get btw, i'm just actually hormonal rn)
thinking about reader and eddie while she's ovulating and absolutely, positively feral... maybe they've only been together for a little while and they've fucked before, but he's never really seen that side of her... idk i'm just thinking a lot of thoughts rn
thanks! đ
hi angel! thank you so much!!! đ„čđ«¶đ» i hope i did your request justice đ©”
18+ only plssss. fem!reader, unprotected piv
The clock ticks obnoxiously where it hangs on the wall, marking each passing second that wonât pass fast enough.
Itâs not unusual for a shift at the library to go slowly, but today time feels like itâs trudging through thick molasses; barely crawling by. Or maybe itâs just going backwards at this point, who knows.
You chew at the cap of your pen, reading the same sentence of the novel in front of you over and over yet not fully comprehending it. Trying to ignore the desperate ache between your thighs, the heat that pools in the pit of your stomach. It had been a relentless desire for the last couple of hours, a hunger that couldnât be sated just yet.
But the promise of seeing your boyfriend after work had you chewing-through-your-leash desperate for your shift to end. You know Eddie had a nice dinner planned for the two of you tonight, but all you can think about is how badly you need his hands on you. It makes you feel bad, but you canât rid yourself of thoughts of his lips on your neck, his fingers splitting you open, your hips grinding against him. This always happens when youâre ovulating, only this time⊠youâre not hiding it.
The last couple of times, youâd made do with your vibrator at home; embarrassed to let Eddie see this side of you. Your relationship was still quite new, and you werenât sure if ripping his clothes off any chance you got would scare him away or not. This time, though? You canât hold back any longer.
The end of your shift arrives at long last, and you practically fling yourself from your receptionist chair. You gather your belongings with haste, throwing everything into your shoulder bag before hightailing it out the door. Your keys jangle as you fumble with them, searching for the correct one to unlock your car. Eddie will be expecting you, although maybe not expecting you in the state that youâre in.
It doesnât take long to get to the trailer park, your thighs pressing together in an attempt to provide even the smallest amount of friction as you drive along familiar roads. Your car is barely in park before youâre killing the engine, ascending the few steps to his trailer door and swinging it open without a knock to alert anyone inside. Wayne isnât home anyway, so really what do you need to knock for?
Eddieâs frame appears in his bedroom doorway down the small hallway, his face brightening at the sight of you. You feel like youâre sweating just looking at him, your clothes suddenly too tight as the space between your thighs vibrates with need.
âHey, baby. I didnât expect you so soon, did you fly over here?â Eddie asks, a lighthearted joke, but heâs not far from the truth.
You donât even answer him, slipping off your shoes before youâre trodding down the hallway, throwing your arms around his neck when you reach him.
âBaby, whatâsââ he starts to speak, only for you to cut him off with a hot kiss to his lips. His voice dies against your mouth, fizzling into a soft whimper as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth.
âMissed you so bad,â you murmur. Your nervousness over how heâd react is tossed out the window, unwilling to wait any longer. âAnd Iâve been wanting you all fucking day,â you ramble, kissing him between words. âI need you,â you plead, letting a hand fumble with his belt buckle.
He makes a sound thatâs halfway between a gasp and a laugh, kissing you before speaking. âDo you not want to go to dinner?â he asks, tilting his head slightly to the side.
âI do,â you admit with a pout. âBut I need you right now.â Your hands are on a mission, palming him urgently through denim as if he might disappear any second, never to be touchable again.
The corner of his mouth twitches up in a soft smirk, his thumbs rubbing over your hipbones where his hands hold them.
âIâve never seen you this needy, sweetheart,â he teases you, brushing his lips across the shell of your ear before he bites at the lobe. âBut I like it.â
You whine at this, the slightest touch, and he breathes a quiet laugh.
âPlease, Eddie, donât tease,â you beg as he noses your chin up, kissing at your neck.
He doesnât listen, taking his time trailing kisses down your soft skin and letting his hands wander but never close enough to where you need him. You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of your panties. His big hands squeeze your ass, taking greedy handfuls. You let out a moan, louder than youâd intended, earning the nip of his teeth against your skin. Taunting.
Youâre riled up, frustrated beyond belief, huffing where you stand before you decide youâve had enough.
You press your hands to his chest, pushing him off of you. Heâs surprised by the action, giving you the opportunity to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him over to his bed and letting him fall onto the mattress. He sits on the edge of it, looking up at you equal parts dumbfounded and turned on. Your hands hurriedly undo the hefty buckle on his belt, unzipping his jeans as you start to straddle his lap. His cock is throbbing, leaking as it lays in waiting in your hand once you retrieve it from its confines.
âTold you not to tease,â you say. His big brown eyes roam over your face, his pretty lips parted just slightly in a state of awe. âI need you to fuck me. Now.â
âYes maâam,â he obeys, but itâs less him doing the work and more you taking control.
You ruck your skirt up, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side and lining yourself up with his cock, sliding slowly down onto the length of him. Your name escapes his lips as his leaves yours, already starting to rock your hips against his.
He holds you firmly in place on his lap, guiding your movements to the best of his ability. The stretch he provides you with is delicious, exactly what youâd been craving, the entirety of him filling you up perfectly.
âYouâre so fucking soaked, baby,â he remarks, bringing one hand up to briefly run through his messy curls, his cheeks already flushed pink. âFeel bad you had to wait so long for me while youâve been this worked up.â
Heâs teasing you, kind of. Pitying you in a way that only makes you ache further. You bounce faster on him, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. Heâs cursing under his breath as youâre fucking yourself on his length, riding him with a fervor and determination he hasnât seen from you yet. He finds it hotter than heâd have ever expected, seeing you in such a state, and itâs taking everything he has not to finish early.
Lucky for him you arenât far behind, desperate to cum after waiting all day. He lets one of his thumbs lazily circle your clit, sensing your desire to let go in the way your brows furrow in concentration.
Strings of moans tumble from your mouth, curse after curse of his name as you quicken your pace. Your head tips back, pure ecstasy coursing through you as you take what you want from him unashamedly. The rough pad of his finger on your clit makes you feel like youâre on fire, ablaze beneath his touch. His hips buck to meet your bounces, the tip of his cock pressing over and over against your sweet spot.
âEddieââ you gasp, just as you fall apart on top of him. Your walls grip him like a vice, making him bite down on his lip.
He works you through your high, pulling out when he canât possibly hold off his orgasm any longer. He pumps his cock in his fist a few times before he spills against your skin, cum dripping down your pussy.
Both panting, sweaty messes, you meet each otherâs eyes and laugh.
âFeel better now, sweets?â he asks, lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.
You break away momentarily, cradling his face in your hands. âYou have no idea.â
He smiles. âWell, for what itâs worth, you have permission to use me whenever you need me.â
âThank god,â you sigh, smiling against his cheek. âCause I donât think Iâm done for the night.â
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Please do more dom Abby hcs
dom!abby headcannons pt 2
MINORS DNI! part one. 18+ under the cut + bonus fluff. i <3 dom!abby!!!!!! these are so much fun to write :) kinda edited.
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⥠dom!abby who loves to dress you up. she chooses your outfits on the weekly dates she takes you on. sheâll even surprise you with matches sets to take off of you when she inevitably has you spread out for her afterwards.
⥠dom!abby frequently redos your hair as part of your aftercare. she keeps ribbon, your favorite hair products, and extra hair ties in her bathroom just for that purpose. sheâs even started matching her outfits to your ribbon choices.
⥠dom!abby can always tell when youâre uncomfortable. when she can tell you want to leave somewhere, sheâll make up a lie about how needing to go, just so youâre not embarrassed. she values your comfort and safety above all else!
⥠dom!abby will have you suck her strap off anytime you get too mouthy with her. she knows you know she doesnât put up with bratty girls! if sheâs working, sheâll make you suck her off under her big, expensive oak desk.
⥠dom!abby owns a few different strap-ons. her favorite is her ejaculating one. she swears she can feel how tight you are with each thrust of her strap. she also loves the purple one that doesnât fill you up the way you like when she wants to tease you. and donât forgot her vibrating one! you two frequently use it to see how many times you can cum on her strap.
⥠soft!dom abby still fawns over you while sheâs punishing you. âkeep counting, okay? gonna make you feel so good afterwardsâ and âdoing so good. my brave girl, i love youâ, as sheâs spanking you for not listening all day.
⥠mean!dom abby makes you work for it, unlike when sheâs in a softer mood. mean!dom abby definitely doesnât put up with your attitude after sheâs asked you twice. ânu-uh, you donât get to cry your way out of this one. if you want to act like a bad girl, iâm going to treat you like one.â and if you try to fight back, sheâs just going to deny another orgasm.
⥠dom!abby definitely uses the way sheâs bigger and stronger than you to her advantage. sheâll easily manhandle you when youâre acting too bratty, hold you down while she overstimulates you, and pin you against the wall just to make you feel deliciously helpless against her.
⥠dom!abby makes you beg to eat her out. she also wants it, of course, but she loves to see her pretty girl squirm for her. her favorite way is to have you eating her out while youâre on your knees. and if you get bruises, sheâll kiss them on her way up to eating you out.
⥠dom!abby likes to see how long you can ride her before youâre pathetically whining about how tired you are, how much you love her, how much you need her to do it. âjust need my help, hmm? my sweet girl canât even get off without my help.â youâre too blissed out to know sheâs mocking you.
⥠dom!abby is the kind of girlfriend (or wife) to leave you little notes around the house about how much she loves you. she frequently gives you flowers just because âpretty girls deserve pretty flowersâ. if youâre having a bad day, sheâs going to cook your favorite dinner and hold you extra close all night. and when you demand to bake her some sweet treats in return, she canât refuse. âi love youâ is the first thing she says to you in the morning and at night. she adores you!
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heyyyy do you think you could write a James blurb where reader hangs with Severus and Lily (she's a Snape but it's not really common knowledge as she's a few years younger) and everyone thinks James likes to come around for Lily but it's actually for the reader? I love your work btw!!!
yes, of course!! and thank you âĄ
beautiful | j.p.
tw: fluff
snape!reader, james potter x reader
A frustrated sigh escapes Severusâ lips as you flick a petal at him for what seems like the umpteenth time that evening. You can feel the quivers in Lilyâs body from where youâre laying on her lap as she laughs.
O.W.L.S. had just ended for your brother and best friend, so you dragged them down to your usual spot beneath the silver-leafed tree for a picnic. Lily was concentratedly twining vines together, crafting a daisy crown.
The light breeze caused her auburn hair to cover her face as she worked, the sun hitting her face in all the right places. She looked like some sort of heavenly wood nymph, you thought as you stared up at her. She was really really pretty.
Meanwhile, Severus was engrossed in some old, weathered-down potions book - furiously scribbling down notes for god-knows-what. Your legs were propped up on his lap as you threw the petals which occasionally fell from Lilyâs flower crown at him. His expression was growing more cross by the second.
Your brother starts to grumble at you under his breath as a petal drifts straight into his nostril. A giggle bubbles out of you as he sneezes and the petal shoots out his nose, not missing the huff of annoyance he let out.
âIf mother hadnât instructed me to take care of you,â he mutters, a hint of irritation in his tone as he rubs his nose, âI wouldâve tossed you into the black lake already.â
Lily grins, flicking your forehead as you bat your eyelashes at him playfully. âYou love me.â
âLies.â
âYou bought me a whole bag of chocolate last weekend!â
âThat was merely because-â
Your brotherâs rambling comes to a halt, his eyes suddenly narrowing as he glares at something across the field of grass. His mouth twists up into a disgruntled frown.
You follow his line of vision to see none other than James Potter stumbling towards your clique, casting dirty looks at his friends behind him as they urge him towards you.
A sigh escapes you before you can even think about it. It annoyed you greatly, whenever James came crawling after you all like a desperate dog, just for the sake of Lily.
That was all it was, you tried to convince yourself. You told yourself that the acidic burning sensation of your heart in your chest was just because it was frustrating how obsessed he was, how his eyes lit up whenever they landed on Lily, how he stumbled over his words whenever he was near.
He was annoying, a stupidly beautiful wanker with an achingly gorgeous smile and eyes so bright they could rival the stars.
But you knew why you really hated him, and it frustrated you immensely. You despised him for liking Lily, hated his guts for not liking you instead. It was sickening, the way he gazed at her. And it was even more disgusting how envy took ahold of your entire being when that happened.
It gutted you, whenever you saw him looking at your best friend with heart-eyes. But it was obvious why - she was everything a guy could ever want, and she was a perfect girl for the golden boy. How could you even think about rivalling her?
What upset you the most, though, was how Lily always seemed to ignore him, looking away and rolling her eyes when his eyes met hers. You wanted to shake her, yell at her for being so ungrateful and wrack some sense into her brain. But all you did was stare quietly at the ground whenever James was near, zoning out so you didnât have to hear the sickeningly mushy stuff which surely poured out his mouth in front of Lily.
So it was an understatement to say that your heart stopped when you heard your name coming out his mouth. You furrow your eyebrows, snapping back to the present as you press your palms down on the grass to lift your head from Lilyâs lap. âWhat?â
James was looking at you anxiously now, with that glimmer in his eyes and a nervous smile. âY/n, I um⊠I asked if youâd like to go to Hogsmeade with me? Tomorrow?â
You blink, the cogs still turning in your head. It was unfathomable, James Potter asking you out. Surely, it had to be a joke or a dare or something. Or maybe he meant to ask Lily, that was probably it. He had just asked the wrong person and was too nice to go back on his word, right?
âBut you like Lily!â you blurt out immediately, a pang of hurt overwhelming you, for both you and your best friend. Jamesâ eyebrows bunch up in puzzlement, his lips slowly twisting up into an almost comical smile. âLily? You think I like Lily?â
You were sure youâd get whiplash from how fast you turned around to look at Lily, seeing her eyebrows bunched in confusion. âSo, you donât like me, Potter?â
He chuckles, a bit of the tension leaving his muscular frame as he shakes his head. âRedhead, youâre cool and all. But Y/nâŠ.â His gaze flicks over to you, and the affection in his eyes made you want to melt into a pool of hot mush.
Lily starts to smile, before it turns into a full-blown grin and she turns to you, nudging your elbow suggestively.
âMe?â you question slowly, suspiciously. You didnât want to admit it, but your heart felt like it was going to burst even at the prospect of going out with him. âYou like me?â
James immediately nods, turning slightly red at how long it was taking him to get an acceptance from you. But then again, he thinks heâd wait a lifetime for you to say yes, and heâd wait forever even if you said no.
Just then, you hear a loud cough on your left, and turn to see Severus glaring at you with a deadpan expression on his face.
You feel an arm bristle the hair on your head as Lily reaches over from your right, mussing up your brotherâs hair. You laugh as he swats her away, tsking and cursing under his breath. âShut up, Sev. Let my girl have her moment.â
Severus, to his credit, does shut up. Though he still has that bleary, stormy look on his face.
You turn back to James, slightly dizzy as the thought began to plant itself in your brain. The smile on his face was asking a million questions, holding a hundred insecurities. Yet you knew that there was only one right answer to them all.
âYes,â you say softly, your lips beginning to curve upwards. Your heart was beating so loud, you were sure he could hear it.
âYeah?â he asks, starting to grin. He lets out an exhale and scratches the back of his head, smiling at the floor before looking back at you. âAlright, then. Iâll pick you up outside the Great Hall, 5pm.â
âOkay.â
âOkay.â He beams at you, and itâs the most beautiful youâve ever seen a person look before. âBye, Y/n. And redhead, and Snivellus.â
James winks at you before turning around, causing your heart to jump and lodge itself in your throat. He jogs back to his group of friends waiting with wide eyes and bated breath.
A moment later, you can hear the cheers and whoops from across the field.
You turn back to Severus, afraid of what youâd find. Heâs gazing at you with a terse expression on his face as you gulp anxiously.
âIâm sorry. If youâre not okay with itâŠâ
âNo. You are not going to bail out on him,â he says, the firmness in his voice catching you by surprise. âI know how long youâve been waiting for this. And this is something you need to learn to do, getting your hands on the things you want. Youâre a Snape, you always get what you want, you hear me?â
You nod helplessly.
âAnd if what you want is Potter,â he sneers, âThen Potter it is. Just donât expect me to play nice.â
A small smile graces your lips. âThank you.â You know heâd understand what you meant, all the things you were thanking him for.
You can see him start to soften, though perhaps that frown would be etched on his face permanently. He sighs, âYes, yes. Youâre welcome.â
Lily squeals and forcefully turns you towards her, gripping your hands. âThis is awesome.â
âYouâre just glad he doesnât like you.â
âAm not!â she exclaims, but the mirth in her eyes betrays her.
You sigh, smiling bemusedly as you lie back down on her lap, watching her continue to craft the flower crowns. Maybe youâd give James one tomorrow, though you doubt he could look more beautiful than he already did.
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