#*lays on side to feel how prominent hips are*

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i wish i wasnt so consumed with how i look. but here i am

[imwetforyourmom]

want ‘em inside you?

summary: y/n couldnt help but compliment the way her boyfriends hands looked.

warnings: publicity, fingering, swearing

I actually have a replica of this on wp but extremely badly written

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y/ns eyes were trained on matts hands, currently laying flat on the table infront of her.

she studied each prominent thing, including veins, wrinkles and the tiniest of dots all over.

she couldnt help but fantasize about how they would feel hugging her, how the butterflies would escape in her stomach when holding onto her hips, the softness of his palms connecting with hers when interlacing their fingers together, the warmth she would feel when they were placed onto her thighs, squeezing and rubbing, how lust would overtake her thoughts and senses when they wrapped around her throat.

she bit her lip and sunk into the seat behind her, thinking about all the ways matt could please her with his hands both intentionally and unintentionally.

matt glanced to his side, having to look behind himself for a moment to see his girlfriend slouched into the cushion of the booth, her lip between her teeth, her cheeks flushed and her eyes staring at him — his hands specifically.

“y/n?” he mumbled, leaning back some to get her attention.

y/n shut her eyes for a moment, ridding the sexual thoughts of matt, before opening her eyes again and looking into his eyes.

“hm?” she hummed, her words dry and quiet. “what’re you thinking about?” he asked, his words quiet aswell, in caution to not draw attention the the pair, as they were currently at a dinner with friends.

she swallowed and looked at both his left and right eye, before replying smallyly “your hands.”

“what about them?” he brought his hands up off his lap and scanned them, his eyes scanning the lengthy and slim structure of his fingers. looking to see what she was staring at.

“i- I like them” she muttered, feeling embarrassment flood through her, whats not embarrassing about staring at your boyfriends hands thinking such sexual thoughts about what he could do to her?

“yeah?” he teased, his eyes narrowing slightly, he glanced around the table, seeing everyone else in their own conversations, paying absolutely no attention to the two.

he looked back at her and whispered into her ear “want ‘em inside you?” he spoke so calmly and plainly, as if he hadnt just offered to do such sexual acts in public.

y/n felt her heartbeat increase in speed throughout her entire body, her cheeks going hot and the spot between her legs aching to be touched.

what simple words had such a strong affect on someone.

she bit harder into her lip, before subtly nodding her head. staring into matts eyes she parted her lips and took in a deep breath.

“please” she mumbled, keeping her voice very, very quiet. breaking the eye contact every so often to glance around the table, ensuring no one would notice them.

it may not look dirty or anything to anyone, really it looked like a couple innocently talking about something quietly. but y/n was truly just paranoid.

matt smirked and looked away, his hand slowly crept onto her thigh, his cold fingertips sending goosebumps all over y/ns body. her soft and warm skin comforting the cold and rough pads of matts fingertips.

he hummed as he wrapped his hand around her thigh entirely, his four fingers on her inner thigh whilst his thumb rested on the outside of her thigh, gently rubbing small circles, in a way of starting off slowly or beginning at an easy pace.

his hand kept their grip on her leg, squeezing gently every once in a while, but progressively the squeezing became harder and more often.

eventually, y/n huffed, beginning to go impatient. all she wanted in the world — as of right now was her boyfriends fingers, of course she had them.. but she wanted them inside of her, in particular.

there was no doubt she was already so very grateful for the simple touch on her thigh, as it was making the butterflies in her stomach flutter more and more, soon enough there were only butterflies in her stomach.

she breathed out smallyly, feeling matts fingertips creep into her panties.

each time his fingertips moved even closer to where she ached she bit her lip, preparing herself to make no noise and to draw absolutely no attention the the two.

matt looked away and began conversation with his brother, chris, whom sat next to him.

whilst having such an innocent conversation with his brother, he was not doing such innocent things to his girlfriend, such as rubbing small tight circles on her clit.

y/n dug her teeth harder into her bottom lip, finding it harder to keep quiet and still in her seat.

matt moved his finger down her clit to her entrance, slightly dipping a digit, going slow in order to prepare and let some pressure off her shoulders of staying quiet.

he slowly pushed his finger further in he kept pushing in slowly, agonizingly slow until he was knuckle deep inside his girlfriend.

he pulled his finger almost all the way out, until pushing right back in, but at a faster pace rather than his previous pace.

he continued pumping in and out of her, his finger gradually going faster until he heard slight wet sounds, reminding him he needed to go a bit slower so no one heard such sounds.

y/n took in a deep breath before stopping her breathing fully, in some way to relax and calm her nerves.

her eyes widened, her lips parted and her eyebrows furrowed at the suddenness of another finger inside her, both matts ring and middle finger pumping inside her.

y/n closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath.

she leaned forwards, leaning her elbow onto the table and placing her chin on her palm, she lowered her mouth into the side of it and dug her teeth into the skin.

she closed her eyes for a moment as a small and tiny grunt exited her mouth, it wasn’t very loud as her mouth was stuffed with the side of her hand, ultimately muffling her sounds.

“y/n”

she snapped her eyes back open when she heard her name, she looked to see where the voice had come from, her eyes landing on the culprit, the girl sitting next to her, but on the side of the booth, where as y/n and matt were sitting inside the booth, where the curve was.

“yes?” she moved her mouth away from her hand, but rested her chin on her hand.

“when do you think ill be able to come over next? I havent seen you in so long…” the girl, kirara, rambled on and on. her words going through y/ns ear and right out the other.

y/n was way too focused on the way matts fingers felt inside her, the knot in her stomach tightening.

she mumbled a “mhm” “yeah” etc every so often, absolutely none of kiraras words registering in y/ns head.

all she could think about was the pleasure she was experiencing, the feeling of matts long and slim digits sliding in and out of her so easily, but the pleasure so overwhelming.

her walls clenched around his fingers and her thighs began shaking, in which both letting matt know she was very, very close.

he smirked to himself, playing it off as a little grin from his brothers joke. knowing his joke was no way near funny, he was smirking from how easily y/n was crumbling into his fingers.

his fingers held such power over her and he couldnt help but take advantage of it, knowing his simple fingers could do such things to y/n.

he could only pump his fingers into her a few more times until she came around his fingers.

she breathed out heavily, feeling relief of no pressure in her stomach and no more pressure of thinking someone would see.

he pulled out, so so fucking slow, just to make sure y/n felt every single inch of his fingers leaving her.

he grabbed a napkin off the table and wiped his middle and ring finger off. despite how much he wanted to lick her release off. he couldnt do it here even if he had wanted to.

he lightly tucked the napkin underneath y/ns thighs, cleaning up her mess.

he put the napkin by his leg, before moving his once slick fingers now dry, on her thigh, gently rubbing his thumb on the outside of her thigh.

1462 words.

tags

@luverboychris @luvsturns @meg-sturniolo @junnniiieee07 @leah-loves-lilies

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, fem!Reader, metal dick, oral (f & m receiving)

Synopsis: after a tough mission, you and Boothill have a drink in his room. Little do you know, this drink will lead you to uncovering all of his secrets

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Boothill's cybernetic body is large and imposing, and you can't help but feel small and fragile in his presence. But despite his intimidating appearance, he has a certain charm that you find irresistible.

That night, as you're sharing a drink in Boothill's quarters after a tough mission, you can't help but stare at his metal-plated chest and powerful arms more than you ever allowed yourself to before.

Boothill notices your gaze and smirks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I see you're checkin' me out, honey," he says, his voice deep and gravelly. "Would ya like to see more?"

You nod, your heart racing with excitement as you set your drink aside. You can't help but stare, your mouth slightly agape.

"You're pretty much obsessed with me, ain't ya?" Boothill chuckles and gets up from his seat, setting his glass down. He saunters towards you with a mischievous grin on his face. He knows exactly what he's doing as he slowly begins to unbuckle his thick leather belt.

His metallic fingers clink against the cold steel of the buckle, sending shivers down your spine as you bite your lower lip, sucking it in your mouth. With a flick of his wrist, the belt comes undone, and Boothill lets it drop to the floor with a thud. His pants are oh so tight, revealing the tantalizing curve of his metal pelvis. He takes his time, savoring the anticipation in your eyes as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his tight material pants. Inch by inch, he reveals the smooth, polished metal of his metallic hips. The muscles in his thighs ripple and flex with the movement, causing the intricate circuitry beneath his metallic skin to gleam in the dim light. The metallic dick springs up free. It has a polished steel surface. The shaft is smooth and thick, made of titanium, and there's a line of circuits running along the underside, imitating the prominent vein that would be present on a human penis. The mushroom-shaped head is plump. Boothill's testicles, too, are a marvel to behold. Made of the same sleek titanium as the rest of his manhood, they hang heavy and full. He steps out of his pants, his metal dick bobbing with each movement. Then Boothill chuckles, a deep rumble that seems to emanate from the very core of his being. "Like what ya see, honey?” he asks, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine.

You can't help but reach out to touch his testicles. "Gosh," you gasp.

"I take it for yes," he says, his voice full of confidence.

You nod again, unable to speak.

He takes your hand and places it on his cock, encouraging you to touch him.

You wrap your fingers around his metallic shaft, feeling its coldness and hardness.

Boothill lets out a low moan, his hips thrusting forward as you begin to stroke him. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he says, his voice strained with pleasure. "I've been dreamin' of buryin' my cock deep inside your tiny cunt, makin' ya scream my name as I fill you with my seed."

Your heart races at the thought of Boothill's cock inside you. You're already wet with anticipation, your pussy aching to be filled.

Boothill must sense your desire because he suddenly picks you up and carries you to his little cot. He lays you down gently and begins to kiss you, his narrow lips hot and demanding.

You respond eagerly, your tongue exploring his mouth and sharp teeth as you taste the whiskey on his breath.

Boothill's metallic hand reaches out, caressing your cheek. "Ever been with a cyborg before?" he asks simply after making sure to leave a hickey on the side of your neck.

You shake your head, your heart pounding in your chest. "No, I haven't…"

Boothill's grin is wide and wild. "Well, then, darlin', it's about time you did." He pulls you closer, his lips crashing down on yours yet again. His tongue explores your mouth, tasting and teasing.

You can feel the coolness of his metal body against yours, and you moan into the kiss.

Meantime, Boothill's hands roam over your body, his touch setting you on fire. He cups your breasts with one strong palm, his fingers tweaking your nipples through your bra until they're hard and sensitive. Boothill's other hand slips down, directly inside your pants. His cold, metallic fingers find your clit, and he starts to rub slow circles around it through your panties, grinning as he feels the damp spot in the middle of the fabric. "Naughty."

You gasp, your hips bucking against his hand.

With a quick movement, he rips your shirt and bra, and opens your trousers, swiftly pulling them down, tugging them off your legs. He reaches your breasts and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently with his sharp, shark-like teeth.

You cry out, your back arching as he continues to pleasure you.

His hand travels down your body, his fingers finding your wet pussy. He strokes your clit, causing you to gasp with pleasure. "You're so wet for me," he says, his voice full of satisfaction. "I can't wait to taste you, and to feel you wrapped around my cock." He drops to his knees in front of the cot, pulling you to the edge. He spreads your legs wide, exposing your pussy to him. His tongue darts out, licking your clit.

"Oh, fuck," you moan, your hands going to his two-colour hair, holding him in place.

Boothill starts to lick and suck, his tongue delving deeper and deeper into your slick wetness. He eats your cunny out in earnest, flicking his tongue against your clitoris in a stuttering rhythm that gives you no time to catch your breath. From time to time, he makes sure to stick his tongue into your warm entrance, eagerly drinking all of juices that are dribbling out of you. Sometimes he gives kitten-like licks, while other times he licks in a single stripe, starting from your entrance, through your slit, and directly to your clitoris; his tongue flexing.

Soon, a cold, metallic finger prods your entrance too, quickly joined by a second as it slides in. The cyborg grinds the heel of his hand against your swollen clit as he works his fingers in and out of you.

"Don't stop," you beg, your hips moving in sync with his fingers.

And Boothill doesn't stop. He keeps going, his other hand slapping your clitoris lightly. He attached his mouth to the swollen bud yet again, sucking hardly. And then, with one final lick, you come, your moans filling the air as your runny juices cover his chin after you grind your pussy against his face a few times.

Eagerly and quickly, you drop to your knees, the wooden floorboards digging into your skin. You lick your lips, savoring the anticipation, and then lean in, pressing your mouth to his iron cock.

Boothill's fingers tangle in your hair as you begin to work the metal, your tongue gliding along its length. The taste is foreign, yet enticing, and you find yourself growing more and more aroused with each passing moment. Your own desire is pooling between your legs and thick juices are dribbling down your thighs as you suck the metallic dick.

The sounds of your moans and the wet slurping of your mouth on the iron fills the room.

You continue to lick and tease the plump head of his iron dick, your tongue tracing the intricate design of the metal.

Boothill's breathing grows heavier, and you can sense his growing need for release. You open your mouth and take the head of his cock between your lips. You slide further down the shaft, your lips tight around the steel as you deepthroat him.

Boothill groans, his hips bucking involuntarily as you work your magic. "Fuck, honey, just like that, you're doin' such a good job down there."

Your hands roam his body, exploring the hard, cold contours of his chest and abs as you keep on sucking his cock, looking up at him with your best doe eyes.

With a loud groan, he yanks your head off his cock and forces you back on the cot. He continues to stroke your clit as he positions himself at your entrance, his cock nudging against your slick pussy lips. He pushes in, slowly at first, but then with more force.

You moan as you sense him filling you up to the brim, your pussy stretching painfully to accommodate his thick girth. "Oh, fuck!"

Boothill pauses, giving you time to adjust to his size. "Fuuuuck. You feel amazing," he says, his voice strained with pleasure. "So tight and hot, warmin' my dick up." He begins to move, his hips thrusting forward as he fucks you. Boothill starts to thrust harder, his hips slapping against yours.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You can feel another orgasm building up inside of you, and you know it's going to be huge.

Boothill's thrusts become more urgent, his cock hitting your G-spot with each stroke. The cyborg pounds into you so fast and deep you can hardly catch your breath.

Your eyes are glistening with unshed tears, your tits bounce with every thrust, and you’re still holding onto his strong forearms. The wet slap of Boothill's hips against your pussy, the obscene squelching from your dripping wet pussy as his cock pistons in and out of you make you arch your back and moan like a whore. Your pussy is clenching painfully around Boothill's cock as if trying to milk his cock right on the spot.

He must feel it too because he begins to thrust harder and faster, his balls slapping against your slit. "Come for me, sweetheart," he urges, his voice strained with pleasure. "I want to feel you cum all over my cock."

With a few more thrusts of his, you explode, your orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure. The walls of your pussy clamp down on the cyborg's cock.

Boothill follows soon after, his cock twitching as he comes to his own orgasm inside of you, filling you with a thick seed. "Yee-haw! Fuuuuck, fuuuuuck! Yeees!" He gives a few last thrusts, pushing his cum deeper, fucking it into you so you’ll be dripping white for hours, and then he finally pulls out with a groan.

The slurping sound your cunt makes as his cock leaves your pussy is obscene, so is the cloudy trail of mixed white and clear fluid that connects your pussy and the mushroom-shaped tip of his metallic cock until he withdraws completely.

You lay there, panting and spent, covered in a cold sweat as Boothill lays down beside you, his strong arm draped over your waist. "That was amazing, honey," he says, his voice soft and satisfied as he place small kisses to your bare shoulder.

You nod, still unable to speak. You've never experienced anything like this before, and you know that you'll never forget it. "I think I fell in love with your metal rod," you chuckle quietly, your cheeks going beet red.

special tags: @shonen-brainrot @crystalwolfblog @hornydynamight @doumaslotus @bakugoscunny

[lymtw]

NSFW

Gojo x f!reader

Description:

You're the prettiest thing to ever grace this man's eyes, is it so bad that he wants to show you how hot you get him?

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Satoru takes advantage of how easy it is to fluster you. You turn bright red when he even looks at you for too long, how the hell does he think you can handle him touching himself right in front of you. It takes a lot for him to have your full attention when you're on the brink of passing out from how fast your heart is beating.

"Hey, hey," he waves in front of you when you avert your gaze to the wall. It shouldn't be as interesting as the show in front of you, given that it's a blank wall, but it's just so hard to focus when all you can do is watch. He specifically said, 'You can't touch until I say so, 'kay?' before he started.

"Princess, I need those eyes on me." He smiles, kindly. You turn your head to face him for a second, then look down, away from his intense gaze. "Up," he says, tilting your chin up with his index finger. He was able to feel the warmth that colored your face when he touched your chin. "Just want to show you how pretty you are, mama, that's all."

This lured your attention for a bit. He's showing you how much he loves you, is what you tell yourself. How could you turn away from him? You switched from sitting on the floor to sitting on your knees. In a way, it looked like you were worshipping the man sitting in front of you. You blink, nodding for him to continue.

"You know I think about you all the time, right?" His voice drops a little as he slowly starts moving his hand up and down his shaft. "God forbid you leave my mind for a second." He hisses, collecting the precum that spills from his tip and uses it to slicken his hand. "I can't let that happen, you know? It's not in my plans."

You fidget with your hands, the feeling between your thighs becoming more and more prominent as you focused on Satoru's voice and what he was doing.

"There's a constant image of you in my head. You're happy in that image, and it stays in here," he taps the side of his head with his free hand, "all day."

You smile a little. The information allows your heart to take a five second break. Not long enough because the next part managed to shake you up again.

"That image changes when you're not here, baby." He lets out a little sigh, his eyes shutting for a second. He opens them, and you get instant chills down your body when his hauntingly beautiful eyes stare straight into your eyes. "You go anywhere without me for longer than a couple hours and that image I told you about before... Poof." His hand mimics the act of vanishing. "Instantly replaced by the image of you being devoured by me. On your back, tits out, and the sound of my name repeated in that voice." His hand slows down a little. Just the mere mention is enough to challenge his composition.

"God..." his breath is shaky as he tries to keep going. He can't deny that your attention really enhances the lust coursing through him. "You're so fuckin' pretty." His abs quiver when he runs his thumb over the tip of his cock. "You've got the prettiest voice, prettiest moans—fuck... the prettiest lips." He lays his head back on the couch, fully unaware of the nail indents on the palms of your hands from trying not to touch him. His gaze returns to you, now lidded as his mind gets cloudier. "And you're all mine. No one else gets to touch you or taste you."

Now it's your turn to let out your ragged breaths. You look down bashfully, your hips pressing down on your legs to gain friction for the unbearable ache between your thighs. Your pussy is pulsing with need and there's nothing you can do.

Satoru laughs through his nose. He sees the way you're moving. "You do wonders for my ego, baby. You getting anything good down there?"

Your palms are cooled by the cold wooden floor. "No," you sigh. "It's not enough."

"Give me a minute," he says, shooting a small wink in your direction. The amount of precum drooling out of him is significant. It's quiet for a few seconds. All that can be heard are the slick noises of Satoru fisting his cock and the reactions from it. You're on the brink of melting on the floor, just from watching and listening to his whimpers and moans. "You'll never get to see how I get when you're not around. It doesn't feel right, princess." He pants, his brows pinching as his hand runs over a vein. "This is nothing in comparison."

You gasp, feeling a jolt of pleasure in one of the rolls of your hips.

"I couldn't even verbalize it. It's not appropriate for a sweet girl like you."

You let out a whimper, your head bowed down.

"Look at me." You raise your gaze, noticing the crumbling of his facade. "Watch the effect you have on me."

Your cheeks are red, and your face feels so hot.

He strokes himself a couple more times, holding eye contact with you. You know this memory will bring out the shy side of you whenever it comes to mind around him. It's the volume of his moans and the way his abs tense as he gets closer and closer to his peak that has your heart threatening to stop completely. It's the way he smirks at how flustered you are by him. It's way his brows furrow when he cums so hard that his whole body is trembling when he continues to fuck his fist. The moans were debilitating for you. Your ears had the rhythm of your heart blasting in them, making your entire head pulse, and all you could do was watch with your lips parted.

"Oh fuck..." he lets out a breathy chuckle. His stomach has cum gliding down to his pelvis, his hand definitely not exempt from the mess. "My pretty girl..." he sighs, a lazy satisfied smirk on his face. "You really have me acting like some prepubescent teenager for you." He caresses your face with his clean hand. "Feeling a little warm. You okay?"

"Just in shock." You smile, holding his hand against your cheek.

"This shouldn't have been shocking." His eyes widen humorously. "You know i'm in love with you, right? Like, borderline obsessed with you."

"I do, yes."

"Do I not show it enough? I'm genuinely concerned." He pouts, leaning towards you.

"This was just another way, 'toru. Don't worry," you offer him a reassuring kiss his cheek.

"Fine." He made a mental note to remind him to send you videos when you're away. You'll get enough to know he's thinking of you, but not enough to know that he's going crazy without you. "Let's take this to the room."

[coryosmin]

complaining to best friend coryo about how you always have to fake your orgasms with your partners/hookups and he’s like…girl let me show you how it’s done

nsfw | mdni | fem!reader | fingering (f), p in v, unprotected sex, etc. | modern au

“you know,” you began speaking as you sat down next to coryo on the couch of your guys’ shared living room. being besties, you both decided to become roommates a while back and it’s been going really well. “last nights hookup was so bad,” you sighed dramatically, resting your head on coryo’s shoulder.

coryo was looking at the TV, playing a video game. he wasn’t playing anything strenuous, just minecraft because he was bored and needed something to do. “why’s that?” he asked, glancing down at you before back at the screen.

“i had to fake my orgasm,” you groaned. “i always have to fake them whenever i hook up with someone.”

coryo froze for a second, pausing his game before looking down at you. “why do you fake them?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“because no one has ever made me finish before,” you said. “and i don’t want to hurt their feelings by saying i didn’t cum.” you explained, looking up at coryo as your head was still rested on his shoulder.

“has anyone ever made you cum before?”

“only myself.”

coryo quirked an eyebrow. “clearly you’ve never been with someone worth your time then,” he exclaimed, pulling away from you to look at your face properly.

you lifted your head up, looking at your best friend. “and what do i do about that?” you asked.

“let me show you how it’s done,” coryo suggested, smirking at you.

which led to you on coryo’s lap, your back pressed against his chest as his fingers were underneath the hem of your pants, fingering your pussy. you moaned, leaning back against coryo who was pressing kisses along the nape of your neck.

“you’re so wet,” he murmured against your skin. he thrusted his fingers fast, the sounds of your pussy filling the room. you moaned in response, grinding your hips in rhythm to his hand. coryo let out a small groan as he felt you grinding against his hand, your ass pressed against his hard cock.

“so good,” you moaned, closing your eyes in pleasure.

and just as you felt your orgasm approaching, coryo stopped, causing you to whine as he removed his fingers from your cunt.

coryo let out a soft chuckle, gripping your hips and moving you to the side so that you’re sitting on the couch instead of his lap. “gonna fuck you now,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead before standing up. his hard cock was prominent in the grey sweatpants he was wearing and you couldn’t help but whimper. coryo palmed his cock through his sweatpants. “be a good girl and take your clothes off for me, doll.”

and you obliged of course. because you’d do anything for your best friend. and for his cock. you took off all of your clothing, throwing it to the side. coryo let out a soft groan, eyeing you up and down. “you’re so beautiful,” he said, sighing. he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side before pulling down his sweatpants, revealing his large cock.

your eyes widened at how largely endowed your best friend truly was. “you’re so big,” you whispered in amazement. he had to be at least eight inches.

coryo smirked, nodding his head. “lay down for me,” he said. and you did so. coryo then moved back onto the couch, hovering over you as he grabbed his cock, pressing the tip against your folds and spreading your wetness. the both of you let out soft moans. “gonna fuck you so good, princess,” he groaned, lining his cock to your entrance.

“can’t wait,” you replied, looking down at your bodies as you watched him slowly ease his cock inside of you. you let out a whine of pleasure, grateful for being filled. coryo let out a groan.

truthfully, coryo hadn’t slept with anyone in awhile. he didn’t like having to go out and talk to people when he could truthfully just fuck the pretty girl he already knew. and now he was finally able to fuck you.

when coryo bottomed out, he stayed still for a moment, allowing you a few moments to adjust to his size before slowly thrusting his hips. you both moaned in sync. you wrapped your arms around coryo’s neck, looking up into his icy eyes. you both shared a small smile, truly realizing that you fucking your best friend.

coryo began moving his hips faster, causing you to moan as his cock began hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “oh fuck!” you moaned out.

coryo’s breath was shaky as he thrusted his hips, closing his eyes in pleasure. “god you’re so tight,” he said. “clenching my cock so good.”

“you’re so big,” you replied, moaning.

after a few more thrusts, coryo changed the position. he took his cock out of you, grabbing you as he sat down on the couch. he maneuvered you onto his lap before gripping his cock and easing himself back into your cunt. you let out a loud moan from the change of position, feeling his cock entering you more deeply. “oh my god,” you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut.

coryo grabbed your hips before thrusting up into you at a harsh pace. you both moaned loudly, not caring at the fact that your neighbors could likely hear what’s going on through the walls.

coryo wrapped an arm around your waist to help him thrust into you better. you moaned, leaning your head on coryo’s shoulder as he fucked up into you. “you like having your best friend’s cock inside of you, hmm?” he grunted.

you whined, nodding your head against his shoulder. “love it so much,” you moaned, feeling yourself getting closer.

coryo moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure as he fucked you. “god, you’re clenching me so good,” he said. “gonna cum for me? gonna cum on my cock, baby?”

you nodded your head again, your breathing shaky as you felt the heat in your abdomen tighten. “so close, coryo, please,” you moaned out. “wanna cum so bad.”

“yes, baby,” he said, his right hand gripping your right butt cheek. “fuck, please cum on my cock.”

and with that, you came, hard, moaning loudly as your body began shaking. your thighs quivered as you came. with a few more thrusts, coryo came with a loud moan, spilling his seed inside of your pussy. and when you both finished, you breathed heavily, coming down from your highs.

you pulled away slightly, looking at coryo’s icy eyes as he looked into your beautiful eyes. he reached a hand up to caress your hair. “you don’t need to fuck anyone else,” he murmured. “i’ll take care of you.”

you smiled softly at your best friend. “sounds like a plan.”

[angelwhisp3rs]

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Pairing: RE4!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Spain, he just wanted to spend some time with her.

Tags: fluff; smut; p in v; oral (f/m); overstimulation; praise/degradation; soft/hard dom leon; this is just horny, im so sorry ksksk;

Notes: an idea i had and that has also been requested! im being slow but i promise to do every requests, but uni is kicking my ass ksksk

Minors do not interact!

Spain had been absolutely terrible. Since Raccoon City, that has been the worst place he had the displeasure of going. The ganados, his infection, the constant threat, it all made his mind go overload and just tire itself out. At times like that, he ached to be cuddling her, getting her sweet kisses and caresses, not fucking punches to his guts.

When he was finally cleared from the medical bay, he could only rush home. God, he missed her. It hasn’t been a long time since they last say each other, but fuck, whenever you have a whole village after you, days begin to feel like weeks. The worse is that he had to be on observation for a few days, making sure that the Plagas was truly gone, while the only medicine he ever needed was her.

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At first, it was supposed to be loving and gentle. He opened the door, and she was already there waiting for him, running into his arms and hugging him tightly. Fuck, he almost cried; he was finally safe and away from all those horrors.

Then, she kissed him with love and relief, closing the door behind him and leaving his suitcase on the side, making him focus on her - as if he ever wanted to focus on something else. As she guided them to their bedroom, he couldn't help but grope, touch, and feel every part of her, kissing her neck and marking her too. 

Laying her on the bed, he had to step back and admire his girl, his princess, his angel. 

“Missed you, baby” he said as he pressed kisses on her neck

“Missed you way more” She giggled in glee

“Not possible.” He said, smirking.

He took his shirt off, and she gasped, looking a little sad. She knows about his job, and she hates whenever he comes back to her bruised, broken and traumatized. She gently kissed every mark on his body, pulling him down to lay on the bed.

“Let me take care of you. You deserve it after having to take care of everyone else” 

As she said that, she took the reins, knowing how much he needed that. Slowly pushing down the remainder of his clothing, she began kissing his abs, worshiping his skin as she lowered her mouth, ignoring his cock for now and kissing his toned thighs. 

They were so big; she loved just the thought of letting them wrap around her head and suffocate her. His hands caressed and pushed her hair away, watching as she loved him.

“Fuck, don't tease, babe… been wanting this for too long” he grunted, buckling his hips into her lips

She giggled at his neediness but decided to go ahead - he usually wasn't like this, so this mission must've messed with him.

Grabbing the base of his cock, she pressed open-mouthed kisses on his dick, letting her saliva coat it as it throbbed on her hands in need.

She put the tip in her mouth, letting the tip of her tongue press on the skin of the head. She swirled her tongue as she slowly began sucking it, gloating at his grunts. She couldn't wait till he was a moaning mess for her.

She began to lower her head, taking as much as she could and using her palms to aid her in his pleasure. Her head moved back and forth, spit gathering on his shaft and helping her hand move. Her tongue pressed on the prominent vein, making him let out a gasp mixed with a moan.

“Baby, that's it. Take my cock; it's all yours” 

He made a makeshift ponytail with her hair, thrusting his hips up as she gagged and kept taking him, each of his words being spaced by a thrust.

Tears formed in her eyes, but she didn't care. She wanted her man to feel everything; she wanted to reward him for all the fighting he did. He fought to stay alive and come back to her.

She missed his salty taste and the way he slowly lost himself to the pleasure. It didn't take long for him to cum on her throat, making her swallow it all as he laid panting in their bed.

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Smiling, she kissed up his body, sharing a sweet kiss with him, pulling away to nuzzle on his nose.

“Let me pay back, love”

“No, Leon. Today is all about you” She reassured him, making sure he still laid on the bed.

“But eating your pretty cunt is something for me too” he bargained with a cheshire grin.

“Don't wanna hurt you, baby…” She said unsure, frowning.

“Then sit on my face. That way I can have you and still be resting in the bed” he tried once more.

Just the thought made her clench around the air. He was right; she only had to make sure not to put too much weight on him.

Following his offer, she began removing her clothes, and Leon almost shrieked in happiness; he wanted nothing more than to see her hovering his face.

Fully naked, just like him, she carefully sits above him, moving up till she reaches his face. Before she could even reassure him, he pushed her into his mouth, not wasting any time and locking the wet cavern on her sensitive clit, holding her hips down with his strong hands.

She grabbed the headboard, moaning as she watched him devour her “f-fuck, baby, be careful”.

He shook his head, beginning to flick his tongue on the bundle of nerves, a wet and sinful noise leaving his lips as she moaned in pleasure.

“Eating this pussy is gonna make something that none of the drugs did” he said against her cunt, moving his tongue to fuck her hole.

She whined and tried to squirm her hips; it was too much in such a short period of time. But his palms didn't let her move anywhere, leaving her only to take it and feel the pleasure.

“Pussy so sweet, gonna make me ignore every call just so I can keep eating it” he mumbled as he ate her out, his chin beginning to be wet by her juices.

She was so close, and by the second he put two fingers inside her and began scissoring it as he rolled his tongue on her clit, she almost screamed as she came on his tongue, her body shaking as she coated him with her juices.

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To her surprise, his other hand held her firm in place and he didn't stop, her moans turning into overstimulated whines, as he toyed with her cunt and kept thrusting his fingers.

“B-baby, t-too much…” She moaned as she shook in pleasure.

“It's not, baby, you are my good girl, you can do it” 

He praised her and kept going, and from the added sensitiveness, it didn't take long for her to cum again, drenching more of the lower part of his face.

He allowed her to lay down as she shook and tried to stabilize her heartbeat, looking up at him with hazy eyes and blushing cheeks.

“Leon, where did that come from?” She asked in giggles

“Was too hungry for you, my love, couldn't help it. I'm sorry” he apologized and pressed kisses to her cheeks and mouth, both giggling.

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As some time passed as they caressed each other and had a pillow talk, he couldn't help but put her on his lap, making her feel his hard cock.

“Jesus, love, you are eager”

“Oh, don't tease. I never see you complaining when I'm fucking you good”

“Yeah, but that's not happening today, Leon. You are recovering for God's sake!”

“I should be celebrating that I'm not dead! C'mon, pretty, you can ride me and take it slow” he said with a boyish smile, biting his lip.

She smiled back shyly, shaking her head. That man had her wrapped around his finger; he was too good to be true. 

Nodding, she gave him a warning “slowly, okay?”

“Absolutely, angel” he said excited as he laid on the pillows

She hovered him and slowly went down on his cock, making both groan in pleasure. His fingers and multiple orgasms made it so easy to slide in, and she felt so full that his dick reached so deep in her.

She moved slowly, and although it felt good, it made him lose his mind. That was his fault, though. He is the one who suggested that. With that, he guided her to lay down on his chest, keeping her movements as he whispered praises and loving notes against her ear.

“Good girl, baby”, “fuck, you take me so good”, “keep going, lovie, use this cock”, “you are all mine, doll, gonna cum inside you over and over to prove it”.

The intimacy and care felt so good - too nice actually. She could only moan gently as her hips rocked slowly, making both feel him stretching her out perfectly.

Maybe it was their connection or the genuine trust and love built between them, but it all felt magical. Leon was a skeptical man, but in times like this, he believed they were genuine soulmates born to belong to each other.

Filled with love, they came together as they shared a kiss, her gummy walls feeling the moment he coated them with his cum.

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As minutes went by, and as she fell asleep slowly creeping in, he suddenly pushed her on the bed, putting a pillow underneath her as he laid her on her front. He guided her hips up and looked apologetic “just one more love, need to love you good”.

And with only that as a warning, he started to thrust fast into her, setting the pace roughly as their bed shook as she could only moan and whine, biting into the pillow underneath her in ecstasy.

His hips pistoned into her, watching her ass bounce on his hips as he disregarded any medical indication. he just wanted to fuck her the way they have been craving, with raw and needy passion.

“Best pussy I had… my little whore that loves when I stretch her hole, right?”

She only moaned in agreement, overjoyed as he dirty talked her into another upcoming climax.

“Can't even speak, already drunk on this cock, isn't that true, darling?” he asked cockily.

She only nodded, keeping her mouth on the pillow and drooling all around it, sure that if she let's go she's gonna wake the entire neighborhood.

His cock had a white circle on its base, her pussy so creamy from many orgasms that made his thrusts appear seamless. He grunted as he watched his member enter and leave her hole, thinking that he would fight the apocalypse every day if it meant coming home to that.

“Fuck, my slut's pussy is the best at taking me. I'm so proud, honey, love when you are my fuck doll, ready to reward me after the hard work I do”

She couldn't bear when he was like this; he always managed to say the right things, making her clench around him.

“Yeah, you agree, don't you? This pussy belongs to me, and I need to keep using it” he moaned and gave a spank to her ass, making her hips buckle.

He thrusted harder into her, slapping her ass more till it became sensitive enough to ache as he pounded into her behind. He didn't want to accidentally hurt her; there was no need.

The spanks, the thrusting, his voice, it all convoluted in her final orgasm, making her squirt on his shaft and sheets, letting her thighs become messy as well.

Feeling her tightening and her juices oozing out of her, he lost control and came inside her once more, emptying his balls for the last time this night. 

He kissed her once more, leaving to grab some towels and gently clean them, returning to their bed and laying satisfied, closing his eyes and caressing her sweaty hair.

Sleepily, she looks at him with heart eyes, mumbling. “I love you. Thank you for coming back to me. “

Leon smiled, hugging her tighter. “I will always come back to you.”

Even if he had to fight every day for survival, it was worth it. He knew that he was making the world a safer place for her, and that was enough for him.

[gtgbabie0]

-Remus Lupin x reader

{A lazy Sunday morning is rudely disturbed by James and Sirius, much to Remus’ dismay}

Short and sweet! Hope you enjoy as always lovelies!💕

!18! {Its a little suggestive}

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Remus loves mornings with you, how your gentle fingers run up and down the expanse of his back, he sighs against your collarbones as your fingers graze against his scars that are littered over his skin, you enjoy the roughnesses of them.

You spent the night over at his apartment, enjoying the silence since both James and Sirius were gone.

He nuzzles his nose against your neck as he presses kisses along your shoulders, “Mm, you’re so cuddly in the mornings” you giggle, running a hand through his pillow-tussled hair.

You can feel him smile into your skin as he throws a leg over your own, “You’re so warm” he says, voice still a little raspy from sleep. His hand slips underneath the oversized shirt you’re wearing, and you hum softly at the feeling. He props himself on his elbow, gazing down at you with soft eyes, “And so very pretty dove” he smiles, dropping a kiss to your shoulder, then another to the corner of your mouth.

The butterflies in your stomach are all too prominent at his loving words, and goosebumps prick at your skin as his hand traverses up your body. He notices, of course, he does he always notices the way your body reacts to him.

That’s why he decides to push his luck, leaving a hot trail of kisses along your neck, his soft lips lingering at the sensitive parts of your skin making you sigh with pleasure and it only fuels him to go further.

“I love you” he whispers, lips grazing against your jaw as he moves to lay in between your legs. He continues to pepper kisses along your skin as your fingers thread through his hair, and he smirks when your hips writhe under his own.

You gasp when he grinds down against you mimicking your own actions, “I love yo-” and before you could even get the four words out there’s a loud knock at his door. Remus lets his head drop against your shoulder as he groans.

“Come on Moony! You promised us breakfast” Sirius yells from the other side of the door, followed by James saying something about how he was ‘starving’

Remus lifts his head from your shoulder, “Talk me out of murder” he says, dropping a kiss to your shoulder as you try to stifle a laugh behind your hand.

“We couldn’t do this” you smile, tucking his hair behind his ear before leaning to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and he hums in agreement. And despite the relentless knocking at his bedroom door he still kisses you, thumb resting against your chin as his tongue pushes against yours.

He pulls back, his forehead against yours and for a moment the sound of the knocking is drowned, it doesn’t last long enough though as both James and Sirius start hammering at the door with their fists.

You giggle as he stands up from the bed, the door swings open, “Oh come on! You’re not even dressed!?” James complains throwing his hands up in the air.

“Yeah put a shirt on you flirt” Sirius smirks, his head popping out from behind the door as he sends you a small wave greeting you a good morning, you wave back to him with a laugh.

Remus threads a hand through his hair, “Give me twenty and we’ll be ready” he huffs, watching as the pair nod their heads, and just like that the door closes again and he climbs back into bed with you.

He notices the confusion that paints your face as nuzzles back down into your arms, “Just five more minutes dove” he smiles and you don’t fight him on it as your arms wrap around his shoulders, because how could you deny that?

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[recklesssturniolo]

Not Focused - M.S

guitarist!Matt (um like I guess), soft dom!Matt

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Finishing up an essay, I hum softly along to the song Matt was quietly strumming on the guitar. Looking over at him, I smile to myself before my eyes focus on his fingers. My eyes follow their movements, each time he changed a chord or the strumming pattern as the veins in his hands and arms became more prominent depending on which way he moved his fingers.

“Don’t seem to be focusing on your essay too much” He mumbles.

“I am, was just taking a short break” I respond with a roll of my eyes.

“You sure? You seem more focused on me instead” He smirks, his head raising up and his eyes meeting mine.

“Yeah yeah whatever” I reply and divert my gaze back to my laptop.

My eyes move once again from my laptop to Matt, watching as he placed his guitar against the wall and moved towards me. Spreading my legs open he lays himself on top of me, his forearms holding himself up.

“Come on, what were you thinking about” He asks.

“Nothing” I mumble, my cheeks turning red.

“Now that’s not true. I saw you rubbing your thighs together, tell me baby” He replies.

“Just that - you know uh that you’re good with your fingers” I stutter out, watching as a smirk took over his face.

“Yeah? Thinking of how good they feel inside you hm?” He replies, his lips now hovering above mine.

“Yes” I reply.

His lips connect with mine, his tongue grazing mine as his hand moved to my hips, his calloused fingers drawing small circles. The wetness between my legs increasing as his hand slowly moved closer to my heat. His hard on creating friction as he slowly began grinding himself against me.

His fingers slip under the baggy t-shirt I had on, his thumb sliding down then upwards over my pussy before he makes small circles over my clothed clit, and a small moan escapes my lips at the sensation.

“Lift your hips up for me” He says.

I do immediately as he said and lift my hips just enough for him to slip off my panties. His fingers reconnecting with my pussy after. His fingers slowly slide down to my entrance, my back arching knowing what was coming.

I whimper as he pushes one finger inside of me as he curves it inside of me before pushing it in and out. I feel a second finger linger near my entrance before he slowly pushes it inside.

“There you go, such a good girl” He mumbles before adjusting himself so he was lower on his bed, his eyes flickering up to mine before he licked a strip up my pussy.

“Fuck Matt” I whimper, my back arching from his fingers pumping in and out of me and he begins flicking my clit with his tongue.

My hands grip his hair, pulling on it as his tongue further explores my pussy and his fingers begin slamming into me. I feel my stomach tighten as the pleasure only grows.

“Taste so good” Matt says, his voice against my pussy causing a vibration to run through my body.

My moans become louder as my climax grows closer, his tongue flattening against my pussy to taste as much of me as possible before his attention returns to my clit.

“I’m - gonna come” I whimper, my voice shaky as I tried to control myself.

“Let go for me, show me how good I make you feel” Matt says while remaining between my legs.

My moans become louder as I allow myself to let go, my legs tightening around the sides of his head as pleasure overtakes my body. Matt lets out a groan as my climax begins to die down, my legs shaking slightly as I slowed my breathing back down.

Pulling his fingers out of me, he smirks before connecting his eyes either mine and placing them in his mouth, his tongue licking them clean from my juices. The sight causing my arousal to build up again.

“Matt please” I whine, “I need more”

“Yeah? You gonna take my dick like a good girl?” He asks.

“Yes fuck please” I strain out, my body begging for him.

He nods before sliding down his sweatpants, followed by his boxers. I only grow more impatient as I watch him pump himself in his hands multiple times, Matt noticing my need increasing before he speaks.

“Patience pretty girl”

A whimper leaves my mouth as his slides himself upwards on my pussy, before sliding himself back down and lining up with my entrance.

He slowly pushes himself inside of me, a faint whine leaving my mouth as my pussy stretched around him.

“You can take it, don’t pretend you can’t” He groans, his dick now fully inside of me as he begins thrusting, “Fuck you’re so tight”

My legs wrap around his torso as he continues pushing himself in and out of me. My head tilts back, as his hands move to grip my waist.

“Feels so good” I whimper, a small smirk present on his face before he grabs my legs and places them over his shoulders, before fastening his pace.

“Oh my - Matt” I moan.

My pleasure only increases as he continues to slam into me, now repeatedly hitting my g-spot. My head tilts back as I feel the familiar knot form again in my stomach.

“Taking me so well baby” He mumbles, his voice raspy as his fingers dig into my hips, stabling himself further and allowing himself to thrust himself deeper inside of me.

Whimpers leave my mouth effortlessly as the knot in my stomach tightens, my climax building with every thrust.

“Can feel you clenching around me dont - fuck don’t come yet” Matt groans, his voice weakening as his own climax became closer.

“I - Matt please” I whisper, forcing myself not to let go despite my body begging me to.

“You’re gonna come with me, you can hold on a bit longer pretty girl” He groans.

I watch as his head is thrown back, his jaw tightening before he speaks, “Okay let go, come all over my dick”

My legs tremble from their place on his shoulders as euphoria takes over my body, my pussy clenching around him as I felt him filling me up. Our breathing is equally as heavy as we both ride out our highs, his grip on my waist loosening as his pace slows.

“Jesus Christ” He exhales, his hands sliding my legs down from his shoulders before his body falls beside mine.

I move my head onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat as his hand wraps around me.

“Didn’t know me playing affected you that much” He says.

My face grows red at his words despite him not being able to see as I search for a response.

“Surprised it’s the first time you’ve noticed” I mumble.

“Oh it’s not, I usually just like watching you trying to hide how turned on you are”

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[mykoreanlove]

Acts of intimacy

Eyes shot open as you woke up from your slumber. It took you a minute to realize where you were. This was not your room, not your bed, not the scent of your home but everything fell into place as memories of last night clouded your vision.

Jackson and you ended up at his place, getting to know each other on a whole new level. Greedy kisses, lustful touches and heavy moans filled his walls for hours, until the two of you were too exhausted and had to take a break.

From the moment you met him you assumed he was a passionate lover but he outdid all the expectations you had of him. He did his hair style justice as he showed you his two prominent sides: the dark, dominating, hard one and the light, romantic, intimate one. Jackson was far from ordinary, but so were you.

And now he was laying behind you, still sound asleep. You felt his naked body on yours. Memories of you kissing every ab of his followed by sucking him off made you blush.

Suddenly, Jackson shifted and hugged you, pulling you closer to him. His big hands held you tightly, just like they did last night. You swore you could still feel his grip on your hips, the skin would definitely be bruised. He caught you by surprise as he murmured in his sleep. You couldn’t understand a word, you were too preoccupied with the deep tone of his voice anyway. You adored his voice, especially when he used it to demean you.

„You like being fucked like that? What a bad whore you are.“

Just thinking about it made you wet. Jackson must have sensed it as he slowly woke up, too. His voice was even raspier than before.

„Baby, are you up?“

You nodded.

Jackson felt you up and stopped at your tits, kneading them thoroughly. „I can’t believe what we did last night“, he chuckled amused. You felt his cock grow hard again, pressing into you. „Fuck, I want to go again but I’m so tired. Are you?“

His voice was soft and deep from exhaustion. You placed your hand on his and guided him down to your pussy, making him feel your wetness. Jackson sucked in his breath, less exhausted now.

„Baby, you’re insatiable“, he whispered into your ear as he played with your pussy. Circling, sliding, stretching - he was finger fucking you, making you melt within seconds. You grabbed his wrist for stability as you buckled your hips, loud moans escaped your pretty lips once more.

„Fuck, you’re so good for me. My sweet little whore.“

And with that you came all over him, again. Jackson smiled into your neck, leaving small kisses on your damp skin.

„I really like making you feel good like that, y/n. Can you make me feel good, too?“

You would have done anything for him. Quickly, you wanted to turn around but felt him blocking you moving.

„Stay that way. I want to slide into you from behind and… sleep within you. Is that ok?“

You giggled at the idea. „Your dick wants to sleep in my pussy. Is that it?“

Jackson nodded. „Please. Keep it warm in your pretty tight hole for me.“

You pressed your ass against his hips, signaling him to do it. Jackson let out a deep grunt as he pushed himself in you easily, your pussy was welcoming him dearly with your warmth and wetness. „God, you have no idea how good that feels“, he praised you once more.

For him, this wasn’t a kind of cockwarming, no to him this was an act of intimacy - something he craved dearly and finally found in you. You moved your hips, unsure if he had found the best position yet.

Jackson’s hands landed on your hips immediately, holding you in place firmly. „If you keep moving like that we won’t be sleeping anytime soon, Princess. Give me some time to refuel, okay? I promise I’ll make you scream my name before breakfast.“

[mixtape-0325]

Testosterone

Stray Kids; Hwang Hyunjin x M. reader (18+)

Word count: 1k

Content: Hyunjin leads, dirty talk incl. quite a bit on stretching the reader, mxm incl. oral and anal sex, cum swallowing, spit as lube, spanking.

We need more male reader fics even if the community is smaller, so I hope you enjoy this one 🖤

"Please baby, stop teasing", you beg at him as your length had already grown hard between you and your boyfriend. His perfectly shaped lips continuously pressed against your inner thigh that you could just imagine already what they would feel like on you. His arm went through the opening of your shorts on the other side, resting dangerously close to the base of your length. It wasn't just mean, Hyunjin knew what he was doing and he knew it had a big effect on you.

You reached out to him and brushed his hair out of his face, holding it tightly into a ponytail as he let his mouth hover over the outline of your hard cock that stretched the fabric of your soft shorts. He never pressed a kiss to the fabric, instead smirking at you as his eyes met yours.

"B-baby...", you spoke as you felt your length twitch between your legs. Hyunjin noticed your little desperate movement, but only chuckled to himself before backing up his actions and moving his hands to your waist instead.

"Up", he said confidently. You lifted your hips up from the bed to let him take your shorts off, no boxers underneath making everything even easier. He hummed in satisfaction as he saw your cock fully hard, veins along the side, the tip already more brightly red than normal, a few drops of pre cum leaking past your slit. All because of him. He pushed one of his hands against your abdomen, having you slightly lean back to rest on your elbows rather than sit down.

"You want me?", he asked teasingly, one of his palms moving up your thigh as the other ghosted over his own length. It made you think of his cock, the details of it, the length, how you wondered if you could ever take all.

"Want my mouth baby?", he continued before pressing a kiss to your tip, then letting his warm tongue brush over your sensitive slit to collect the pre cum leaking from it. His knees were tightly pressed against the floor beneath you, making you even more eager to have him.

"B-baby if you don't a-anytime soon i'll be the one f-fucking you today", you teased seconds before his big lips wrapped around the head of your cock fully. And within seconds he was taking more, filling his throat with you. And fuck, did his mouth feel good. He knew how to make it just the right amount of tight, and god does he make it wet. Strings of saliva connect to him whenever he moves away for a brief moment, only to take every inch again and bob his head on your cock.

"Y-yeah, keep going", you breathe heavily as he speeds up and the room fills with sloppy, wet sounds. Hyunjin never gags on you once, and not cause you're not a prominent size yourself, but because he has trained his throat with you so well that he can take you perfectly.

It doesn't take long until you're close to release, and Hyunjin uses his hand to jerk you your last way to climax. His tongue lays under your tip to catch every last drop of your cum to swallow, and his hands equally hold your body firm to the bed as it twitches with every new spurt.

Hyunjin chuckled as he watched you catch your breath, knees lifting from the floor to hover over your figure instead. He pressed a deep kiss to your lips, giving you a hint of your own taste. Without having much time to think, his hands were on your hips again and helped you up with him, bodies tightly pressed against each other. His hips grinded into yours, lips hovered over your neck as he eagerly took control over your body once again, this time for his sake.

"Turn around, baby", he whispers seductively into your ear before kissing your earlobe, a sensitive spot for many men like you. When you did as told just a little too slowly for his liking, his grip on you becomes stronger and Hyunjin pushed you over the edge of the bed in a rush. His palm held your back down so he could press himself against your ass, his free hand guiding his long, hard cock to your rim. His next hum was one much more deep, much louder.

Hyunjin let the head of his cock push past your rim, spit dropping from his mouth straight onto himself to smoothen the process. "aa-ah, fuck yeah", he groaned as he watched your hole take him with a slight struggle.

A smack against your ass followed, as Hyunjin brought himself into a mindset he didn't get out of anytime soon. You hummed in pleasure with every hit that followed, jolting forward at the impact and the burn.

"Fuck me", you begged to encourage his own lust further, that waited patiently all evening for any real pleasure himself. "Every inch baby", he replied as he pushed into you further with a groan. "Gonna make you take it all".

Hyunjin's hand once again pressed you down onto the bed, a strong grip onto your body as he thrusted forward for you to take more of him at once. "a-ahh shit, yeah, that's it, little more", and with a few more thrusts he filled you completely, and god was it overstimulating, so much, but so good.

A moan fell from your lips with every slight readjustment of his position, stretching you further. You could just sense him smirking behind you, and you weren't wrong.

You let out another moan as you felt his wet finger tease your rim, pulling at the skin and applying pressure that had you seeing stars with already being filled to your max. "s-so tight...", he whispered.

Hyunjin's hips started to move, earning gasps from you at the feeling that only became stronger as he sped up in no time. "Gonna fuck you so good, baby, fuck you open".

[buckyalpine]

Sweet Dreams Bucky giving his girl free use, and he wakes her as usual, rutting against her in his sleep, so instead of letting him work through it on his own while she lays there dripping wet from his hard cock pressed up against her ass. Maybe she rolls him over, of course he whines a bit in his sleep from the loss of contact but it doesnt last long because you're straddling him in seconds, but he wakes before either of you finish and he's flipping you onto your back and fucking you into the matress. Whispering into your ear the dirty little dreams he was having of you on your knees for him and letting him enjoy his own meal 😏 calling you a good girl and telling you how proud he is of you for taking what you need... though it's really his fault in the first place 🥵🥵

I’m brining needy switch Bucky out for this. 

okay. yes. this has to happen. I love desperate needy Bucky. Also what if the reader had some sweet dreams herself. 

The original concept: Here 

and a lil more here

And now...

You knew Bucky was a super soldier; you quickly learned the super part applied everywhere too. Super cock (but that’s all him, even before the serum). Super loads. Super horny. Super fucking horny. So much so, you find him whining and rutting against you in his sleep, mumbling your name, gripping your hips so he can grind his hard cock against you. 

“Baby?” 

You get no response aside from his little whimpers, he’s deep in his dreams, thinking about railing you, his face burying into your neck, hitching his leg over you while he spoons you from behind. He’s rubbing himself on you, his moans growing louder until he cums in his sweats, getting you both messy in the process because his load is big enough to soak though. You smile to yourself, your pussy clenching around nothing feeling his moments stop, his breathing steadying again and snuggling into you more. 

Sweet baby. 

Anyway, that’s how it starts. Why wake up soaked every night when you can just take care of your baby when he needs you?  Your baby boy was so messy anyway; instead of letting him get cum everywhere, he might as well fill you.

Which makes him more feral than ever. 

*****

Your body stirred, feeling your boyfriends arms warp around you tighter, his face nuzzled into your neck. 

“Mmmh, y/n...” 

He was still asleep, snoring softly in between his whimpers with his hips pressed against your ass. His cock was hard in his boxers, desperately searching for some friction, a sigh slipping from his lips when he rolled over slightly, so he could move better. 

You blinked awake, feeling Bucky’s hard cock rutting against you, his sweet little moans and whimpers making your pussy start to drip. He was desperate, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, humping you as best as he could but you knew what he really needed. 

You gently pull away from his hold, making him whine and whimper in his sleep, his face pouty because he can’t feel you anymore. 

“No mommy...”  He buries his face into the pillow, growing more needy, but his squirming stops when you gently roll him onto his back. He’s the most gorgeous sight imaginable, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, a prominent wet patch where the tip of his cock rests. You tug them down slightly, just enough to free his erection and an adorable content little sigh slips past his lip. 

You carefully climb on top of him, your soaked pussy ready to take care of him, this was exactly why you stopped wearing panties to bed anyway. You lined yourself up, sinking down on his cock, moaning watching the way his face melted into pleasure. You started to roll your hips up and down on his cock, your pussy clenching over the way his brows were furrowed, his moans and whines half mumbled while he kept dreaming. 

“F-faster...” 

Your hands were planted on his chest, feeling his heart race. His hips started to chase more of your warmth, bucking and lifting off the bed, his head lulling to the side. You felt his cock harder, his pulse beating quicker; he was getting close.  You slowed your movements to a filthy grind, loving the way he squirmed and moaned under you, such a needy restless baby. 

“O-oh f-uucckk...mama let me cummm” His voice is strained, his begging made your pussy squeeze him. You giggled at his frustrated face, his hips desperately trying to move from under you. Bucky’s eyes hardly opened, seeing your perfect form wrapped around his cock, he could feel his orgasm right at the tip. He groaned, grabbing and wrapping his arms around you, rolling you over so your body was pinned underneath him. 

“BUCKKYY” You cried out as he started to pound you into the mattress, his thrust unrelenting. You couldn’t control your moans, your vision already cloudy feeling him hit your g-spot repeatedly. 

“You’re such a good girl for me, y’know that?” You could see Bucky’s dom side slip through momentarily, pulling away from your neck to lock his eyes with yours. “Such a good girl, love when you use my cock baby-fuck-so proud of my pretty baby”

Your eyes rolled back, squeezing and fluttering around him, only turning him on more because he knew you were as desperate as him. 

“That’s my girl” He let out a dark chuckle, moaning when he felt his balls throb, tightening against his body “God, use me baby, need you to fuck yourself on me every. Fucking. Night. S’good baby, So. Fucking. Good.” He gave you three harsh thrusts before smashing his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans. 

“You know what I was dreaming about mommy?” He was calling you mommy but your needy baby was too desperate, too pent up to whine and whimper for you anymore. His lips brushed by your ear, nipping it before whispering “Thought about how pretty you’d look sucking me mama, getting on your knees for me” 

“You l-like when i s-suck you baby?” Your moans were strangled as you cupped his face while he gazed down at you, his hands moving to hold onto your hips to fuck you harder. 

“So much baby, mommy’s mouth is perfect” A devilish smirk flashed across his face as he thought about his dream, every inch of your body covered in his cum. “D-dreamt about you- fuck me- dreamt about you swallowing all my cum-fuucckk - want mama to drink my cum-shit” 

You nearly sobbed at how filthy he was, your orgasm right on edge, neither of you were going to last much longer, 

“Would you swallow for me mommy?” 

You nodded, too focused on how his cock felt to be able to speak but it wasn’t good enough. 

“Fuck, say it mama, say you’d drink my cum” 

“Wanna swallow you baby, fuck Bucky I can’t, I’m gonna cum”

Bucky moaned against your neck, feeling your pussy start to throb around him. He’d been desperate to starve his orgasm as long as possible but his balls were getting heavy. He pressed you further into the mattress, rocking his hips into perfectly, barely pulling out so he’d keep you nice and full of him. 

“Fuck thought about eating that pretty pussy out, mommy letting me nurse on her clit, let me taste your pussy, have you ride my face”

“Baby, m’gonna cum” Your felt hot, moaning and crying while Bucky let his pleasure consume his body, his orgasm seconds away from erupting.  

“Bucky, can’t, need to cuum”

His pace grew sloppy, your hands clawing and scratching down his back. 

“Baby boy, m’gonna cum on your cock” 

That set Bucky off, moaning loudly droppings his full body weight onto you. 

“Make a mess with me mommy, cum with me, please? Cum for me y/n, fuck cum, I can’t hold it, Mama, CUM” 

You screamed spreading your legs further for him, your thighs pulled up tight around his waist. Your pussy clenched and throbbed, squelching and dripping onto the bed. Bucky’s eyes rolled back, the head board slamming against the wall with his thrusts as he came in you.

“FUCCK”

You could feel his cock harden in your pussy, streams of cum pouring out of you and onto the sheets. You both laid there, panting and messy, sleep washing over you immediately after. Bucky kept his cock in you as he spooned you from behind, planting sloppy kisses all over your face before burying his face into your hair once again. 

“Good night my babyy” Bucky slurred, softly snoring and clinging onto you while you pressed a kiss onto his palm. 

“Good night baby boy” 

Her dreams 

You could feel his hands all over your body, his cock slamming in and out of you. You moaned, gripping and clinging onto his body, feeling the trimmed hair at the base of his cock rub against your clit. You could feel your pussy clenching, you needed more friction but you couldn’t get it no matter how hard you tried, you were so close, so fucking close, why couldn’t you just climb a little higher...

Bucky blinked awake, feeling your body squirm against his, while you whined in your sleep. Your body was tensed, your heart beating so hard, Bucky was sure he was able to hear it. You felt warmer and Bucky could practically smell how wet you were. He looked over to see your eyes still squeezed shut, you were still fast asleep but your moans and whimpers indicated you were definitely dreaming. 

“Aww, my baby’s having sweet dreams”

He shuffled down the sheets, till his face was between your legs, his shoulders spreading them further apart. Your chest was still heaving, your sopping hole clenching and begging for some type of relief. 

“So pretty’ Bucky smirked, slightly flicking his tongue onto your clit, watching your body jolt at the contact. “such a sensitive little pussy” 

He latched onto your clit, gently suckling and flicking his tongue in circles, loving the way your moans started to grow louder, your body squirming on the bed. 

He grinded himself onto the mattress, he was ready to cum just from eating your pussy out but that wouldn’t be fair, no, he knew just what you needed. He kicked his sweats off, spreading your legs apart so he could line his cock up with your dripping pussy. 

He loved the way your face contorted, feeling the tip of his cock rub through your folds, gently prodding at your entrance without pushing in all the way. 

As soon as your eyes opened, you let out a pornographic moan, feeling Bucky push himself fully inside you, his sparkling blue eyes locking with yours. 

“Tell me what you were dreaming about princess” 

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[yostresswritinggirl]

Chase the Mirage

pairing -> Cyno x Adventurer!Reader x Tighnari; poly

word count -> 2.4k+ words

themes -> fluff, established relationship, scenarios and headcanons

(masterlist) (next) Two Akademiya giants, infatuated and hooked to a simple adventurer from the Adventurer's Guild. Absurd as it may seem, for Cyno and Tighnari, their lover is simply lovable like that.

Cyno and Tighnari.

Two prominent names in the Akademiya and Sumeru as a whole, regarded almost in a legendary manner.

When gossipers so willing to waste time on talking about other people's lives speak about the two's romance divinations, they always guessed that they would either be with someone who has the same academic prestige or none at all.

It was only when facts surfaced did they realize that the former was accurate, if only for half of it, at least. Never would they have imagined that THAT person from the Adventurer's Guild, the one adventurer practically glued to the hip with how they frequently take on their commissions, would be romantically involved with - not one - but BOTH of them!

Scary Serious Cyno and Strict Tighnari, and in between is some insignificant, unremarkable, UNEDUCATE-

"I strongly advise you keep that mouth shut." The table of scholars shied away from the polearm embedded in the table in front of them.

"If not for my sharp ears, I would have thought you lot were talking about yourselves," a second voice spoke followed by a hand laying upon the shoulder of the gossiper, grip tightening after every emphasized word. "Insignificant. Unremarkable. Uneducated. Amurta scholars too? What a disappointing batch you are."

Ungloved hands came into view to retrieve the polearm with barely any difficulty, and those who dared raise their heads were swiftly met with a fiery glare, burning them like the sinners they are. Even if not on paper, they felt like they had to atone for something far greater than they anticipated.

"You're lucky that today's a vacation day." A pause. "Forget it, not even worth the joke, what you said was already laughable."

"No need, they've already made a fool of themselves anyways. Besides, we have places to be." And their footsteps echoed throughout the House of Daena as they left, catching the last bits of their conversation before the double doors shut close behind them.

"The joke I thought up in the moment was quite good though."

"I don't want to hear it."

It was true that they were lucky that day, a blessing to have survived, but the rest of the week was devastatingly horrible. Numerous matras catching their gazes, getting banned from Pardis Dhyai seminars that were already as exclusive as they can be; they were more on edge that week compared to the weeks they had an important exam on. And so from one word of mouth to the next, an unofficial rule became sacred.

No matter how absurd it may seem - Cyno, Tighnari, and your relationship, is no laughing matter.

And archons forbid if you were the one to overhear such things. Punishment is always guaranteed when your feelings are hurt.

About Their Worries:

Despite their trust in your capabilities, being an adventurer still puts you in a significant amount of danger no matter how seasoned you are with the craft. At the start, they would coax you to train your combat skills with them, even urging you to practice with their weapons - even if it's not your preferred armament.

There would be a clearing in the forest where you practice, usually with Collei when she feels that her bow skills are lacking. Tighnari and Cyno were content on watching or talking on the side in the beginning, letting you and Collei learn by yourselves, helping each other, etc.

But when you managed to somehow shoot yourself on the foot, none of them trusted you to be alone with a bow ever since.

At times when you do end up getting injured, they'll be doting as they are scolding, genuinely worried for you.

But despite being a simple human, you're also quick to dispel their worries, always rising up every time you fall and assuring them that it's not the end of the world.

There's a worry in their eyes that you can't quite place and they can't quite word, but no matter the doubts festering in their mind, you always find a way to make them smile with your own. "I guess I just used up all my luck by having two magnificent men as my boyfriends, I can't really complain!"

They'll shake their head in exasperation but with a fond smile on their face. On the rare occasions that things did get too dire, you just let them do their thing.

Let them care for you, let them worry about you, let them spend what little free time they have with you; anything to appease them until they're confident that something like that won't happen again.

About Commissions:

Yet even when they had permitted you to go back to your commissions, there's still a bit of their influence hanging over your shoulder.

Like how suddenly all the available commissions are tame in comparison to the ones you dealt with prior to getting injured, how Katheryne kept exclaiming that there are no missions outside of Sumeru available at the time, or how Kamal won't look you in the eye when you realized your usual commissions are now of a lower rank than what you're capable of.

Their scheming became much more apparent when a special commission opened up that specifically requests your assistance.

"They need an extra set of hands to help prepare for a seminar in Pardis Dhyai today."

"Probably just to doll up the place. Who should I approach there, the contact?"

"Yes, it's - " Katheryne starts on auto-pilot, only to halt her own words and shut her mouth in obvious hesitance. That was one of the oddities of today. "It's not specified but I'm sure you can just ask around." You nodded slowly with a skeptical stare, that of which the receptionist ignored by turning to the shelf behind her.

It was only when you saw an uncharacteristically smiley Tighnari standing by the pathway to the site did all the weirdness of today finally click into place. At the sight of your unamused stare, his toothy smile became more smug. "It's nice to see you again, dearest." Followed by him ruffling your hair.

"Tighnari, I was with you and Cyno yesterday." A pause. "Is there even a seminar - "

"But of course! I'm not that foolish to lie to you, now come on, we have hundreds of chairs to lay out." They've done this a million times by now. You know, oh you know for sure that they didn't really need an extra hand to set things up - but when your Forest Watcher took your hand and guided you inside, excitedly talking about today's lecture (where he's the speaker, mind you!), you simply squeezed his hand and let him be.

The rest of your day was expertly derailed after Tighnari convinced you to stay in the duration of the seminar, unable to refuse and as such, your other commissions had to be done the next day. At least the celebration feast for a job well done that day was delicious...

Shortly after hearing about this stunt, your other boyfriend thought it was a good idea to replicate it!

Cyno was ever so thankful that you were gullible when it comes to his advances.

"Save your energy, it's a long walk back. If you have any final words, save them for judgment day."

The terrified scholar had lost all will to talk back from the terrifying glare the General Mahamatra had upon looking down at him, frozen in fear as his hands gripped the burning sand below. Sensing that he wasn't getting up anytime soon, Cyno was about to speak again when a groan from behind took their attention.

"Archooons, you ran off so far, I don't think I can walk back that far again," you whined as you plopped your ass on the sand in front of the scholar. "Can we take a quick break? I'm already out of water... Hey, do you have any water left?"

The shift in tone and personality between you two was... Jarring. Still frozen but not out of fear, the scholar dumbly blinked at your stretching form, looking at him expectantly.

Only when the General stepped close to retrieve his staff did he finally snap out of his trance, looking up to see a stern glare still pointed at him, which flicked over to you for a second to send the message. Right, you asked for water. "I-I think I still have some, yes!" His shaky hands made quick work to retrieve his waterskin, uncapping it for you before handing it over.

"Ahh, you're a blessing in disguise! Thank you!" Graciously taking the waterskin, you were about to drink when Cyno suddenly snatched it out of your hand, earning a 'hey!' from his robbery. But instead of taking the water for himself, the white-haired man simply wiped inside and around the mouth of the waterskin with a spare cloth before handing it back to you.

The reprimanded scholar lived to tell the tale of the sight of the General Mahamatra giving his lover a piggyback ride through the desert, while you wore his headdress to cover your overheating brain. Had it not been for the consequences he faced that day, the scholar would have simply thought that the whole ordeal was a hallucination. If there were doubts about the authenticity of your relationship, that tale gradually diminished the doubters.

About Adventuring:

Of course, there would still be times where their stunts can't keep you near for too long, like commissions outside of Sumeru or simply your desire to go to the other regions.

There's a whole world out there, wondrous and colorful, it's just a shame that neither of them had the free time to see it.

But they know their boundaries and they respect your desires, after all, you're still an adventurer first and foremost. Adventure is in your heart, they only came after and squeezed themselves in. It was your duty as an adventurer that brought you to them and they are grateful for that.

So to stall for time a little bit and show you just how much they would miss you, Cyno and Tighnari usually packs your bag for you on these occasions. Their own little touch reminding you of them even through the simplest of things:

Tighnari always made sure that you have a small medicine kit in your person at all times, little vials filled with organic medicine he prepped himself if you were to fall ill or injure yourself on your journey, where he wouldn't be able to tend to you. There's a mini handbook for it too, explaining the contents, its use, application and how frequent you can use it.

By this time, you must have remembered these homemade medicine by heart already, what with Tighnari lecturing you about them as frequently as he could. But the adorable notes together with the pressed flowers always had you smiling whenever you take it out.

There would also be a random flower well-preserved and sneakily tucked in to your bag, just to drive home how much he misses you and wants you to miss Sumeru enough to come back to them. Make sure to keep the flower safe and bring it back to him when you come back, the smile you receive when you ask him to make it into a bookmark is out of this world.

Tighnari also makes sure you bring enough rations to last you until you reach the next town, filling up your flask with cold water so you don't dehydrate. Sometimes, there'll be warm pita pockets in your bag freshly made by Collei just for you! Just make sure to eat them immediately or else it'll spoil in your bag.

Cyno, he... Well, there's a joke book there, what else do you expect? Well not exactly, more like a joke notepad that you're supposed to read strictly once a day! This is one of the reasons why your lover always asks the exact days that you'll be gone, and makes sure to prepare a joke a day for you to read, like a daily gospel of some sorts.

He wants to make you laugh even when he's not there, and so he makes sure to fill the pad with good material that will surely make you smile. However, unlike his usual jokes, these ones were more loving and yearning. Conveying the underlying desperation of him missing you as the days go by:

"If you were a criminal, I wouldn't have let you go." "You're going to Inazuma, right? Make sure to bring back some snacks, I've been laven-der melons from there." "I love you to the moon and back... But a shorter journey would be preferable."

It's very apparent to everyone around them that you're out of Sumeru for a while - not just because you're obviously not there, but with how they both are around each other more often than not.

Tighnari is quick to be irate, and the General tends to bury himself with Matra work, those days were hell for even minor offenders in the Akademiya. Tense air follows them like a Withering Zone manifests wherever they walk, and it is always a blessing whenever you're back home.

A few steps away from the Akademiya, Tighnari's ears straightened up and twitched suddenly, followed by Cyno's nose wrinkling in recognition. These footsteps and scent -

"Cyno! Tighnari!" The two in question cringed when you stumbled on your own two feet from running, clearly exhausted from the heavy gasps leaving your lungs. But you still made it over to them, hair in disarray and adventurer's uniform skewed here and there, with that smile they've been missing for a month now. "I'm back!"

Chuckling to themselves, Tighnari took the heavy bag off of you while Cyno made it his mission to pat your hair down. "How did your trip go?" And with each hand in their own, the three of you walked out of the city side-by-side, serious Cyno and strict Tighnari freely smiling as they listen to you excitedly rant about your adventure.

Two Sumeru big shots in love with a significant, remarkable, lovable adventurer.

No doubt about it.

I almost went wild and made a whole ass series for this. But no, I must not tempt fate. But damn, this fic is not enough to hold all my thoughts for this.

[misc-obeyme]

Hello! For your kinktober event, may I suggest a Gn or fem MC corrupting Simeon?

Hello hello!

Okayyy I haven't written corruption before, so hopefully this turned out okay! I didn't describe much about the setting, so it could be taking place in either game. I also didn't describe Simeon's outfit for this reason.

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Simeon

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: corruption, penetration (reader receiving), uh please let me know if I should add anything here

It was clear from the way he couldn't look at you that Simeon was uncomfortable. You were sitting side by side on your bed, your legs touching, and you had leaned in to press a kiss against his cheek. The blush that followed seemed to spread outward from the spot where your lips had pressed. You could tell he was trying to suppress a shiver, but not quite managing it.

You were also fully aware of the erection in his pants, but you knew you couldn't bring attention to it without risking scaring him away. You wanted to reach out, to touch, to make him gasp and moan and whimper your name. But there was still too much tension.

The expression on Simeon's face was one of determination, despite the still prominent blush. "I should go now, MC," he said quietly.

You put your head on his shoulder. "Do you have to?"

Simeon sighed. "Yes."

You put a hand on his thigh, gently, turning your head to put your lips against his ear. "I can tell you don't want to."

Simeon's breath hitched and his body jerked like he was about to stand up, to run away. And yet… he stayed.

You took the chance and put your hand on the bulge in his pants.

"We can't," Simeon breathed out, voice shaky.

"Why not?" you asked.

Simeon shook his head slightly. "I'm an angel, MC."

You kissed his neck. "Then isn't it your duty to show me a glimpse of heaven?"

Simeon actually laughed at this. "Are you trying to corrupt me?"

"Is it working?" you asked, kissing his neck again, letting your lips travel up to his jaw. You reached out to turn his head so you could kiss his lips and you found them ready, waiting. Despite his protestations, he wanted you.

"I know you've been trying to be a good angel for some time now," you said, allowing your lips to travel back down his neck. "You've been trying not to give in to temptation. But Simeon, you can't deny me forever."

"MC," he said. "I can't-"

"It's okay," you said. "No matter what you do, you'll always be my good angel."

It was as though you had said the magic words. Simeon turned toward you, his arms going around your waist as he kissed you. There was a hunger behind the kiss, even though it was also hesitant. Like he wanted nothing more than to ravage you, but his guilt over it continued to hold him back.

He broke away for a moment, breathless. "It's just… you make me crazy, MC," he said. "You make me…"

You ran your fingertips down his chest, making him shiver. "I make you want to sin?"

Simeon groaned and leaned his head against your shoulder.

You tugged on his pants and it surprised you when he moved to give you better access. In moments, you had freed his beautiful cock, straining with need already.

When you touched it, ever so lightly, Simeon whimpered. His eyes were squeezed shut as he bit his lip, attempting to hold in how good he was already feeling.

You had to encourage him to touch you as well. He almost pulled back when you tugged on his hand and put it between your legs. But when you moaned at his touch, he didn't pull away.

In fact, your noises of pleasure seemed to make it harder for him to resist and he put his lips on your neck. They descended, but stopped when they reached the edge of your shirt.

You quickly discarded your top and lay back on the bed, pulling at his hands. Although he hesitated for only a moment, Simeon let you lead him and ended up straddling your hips.

You tugged at his clothes and he took the hint, pulling off his own top and exposing his beautiful chest. When you put your hands on him, his blush became even more pronounced.

After a little more fumbling with your clothes, he was hovering above you, leaning over you now, so close to putting himself inside you, but not yet willing to do it.

You reached up and cupped his cheek. "Simeon, I need you."

Somehow you knew that was what he needed to hear. And you were right because Simeon sank his cock into you. It was slow and hesitant, but once he had begun, he didn't stop. You responded by arching your back and moaning, your arms wrapping around his back.

Simeon was so gentle at first, almost like he was trying to convince himself that he wasn't doing anything he shouldn't be. And yet things became more heated as you moved beneath him, meeting him fully and overwhelming him with your own passion. He couldn't help but respond to it.

And soon it was as though he could no longer think about anything - not sin, not guilt, not being an angel - he gave in entirely, thrusting into you desperately. He was covering you in kisses, having lost all reservations, his lips all over every inch of your skin that he could reach.

"Ah, MC," he panted. "You make me feel…"

You moaned. "Like a sinner?"

Simeon gripped your hips, his fingers digging in. He rose up enough to look down at you, his eyes glittering. "You make me feel holy."

The way he said the last word, with desire and need and want practically vibrating out of him, made you reach up and grab his face, pulling it down so you could kiss him.

It wasn't long before his cum was filling you, his warmth inside you and around you as he cried out, looking absolutely stunning as he did so, a true angel.

Simeon spent the rest of the night in your arms. He needed a little reassurance from time to time that it was still okay to be there. But you would never forget the way he had said the word holy while he was inside you. As though in that moment he had converted his faith from heaven to you.

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KINKTOBER - #2

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No matter how much prep you did beforehand Kyle still felt as if he was being split open, hands desperately clinging to his pillow to try and distract himself from the sting as you open him up inch by inch, pained groans leaving his lips as you push further, taking the time to stop and lean down, capturing his mouth in a sloppy kiss, one that leaves a thread of spit connecting you when you pull back to sink in deeper. He throws his head back when you finally bottom out, chest heaving as he tries to get his breathing under control - inhale, exhale.

The blood stops rushing in his ears when the warmth of your hands radiates on his hips and then slides up to his ribs, soothing him, bringing him back to you. Only, when your hands fall back down you freeze, and Kyle manages to crack open an eyelid (although he’s not sure when they shut) to crane his neck and look at you, your stare locked on his belly. 

You laugh in disbelief, taking one of his hands in yours to pull it to his belly and push down, leaving him to sharply inhale when he feels where his stomach has distended. He can’t help but stare, incredibly turned on for you to be big enough for you to show. 

Your lips quirk, fingers pushing his to the side to stroke the bulge. “Look how deep I am Kyle.” It feels like his nerves are on fire, the bump a prominent reminder of just how much bigger you were than him. 

The first time his eyes fell on you his stomach had tightened, gaze unashamedly taking in every detail of your body, and the fact that he, who had never really considered himself short, was only level with your chest had blood rushing to his cock.

While Kyle waited for his body to adjust he patted your arms until you got the hint, leaning over his body to link your fingers with his, Kyle’s obsession with your hands the worst kept secret. 

He couldn’t help it, eyes automatically locking onto your hands like they were performing the world’s greatest show when you were doing something monotonous - cleaning your weapons, flipping through files, and when your relationship was still blooming that first time he got to feel them on his body, how they made him feel small, secure, even when all you did something as simple as put your hand in the centre of his back to hold him close as you kissed him. He swears he was able to feel it for days afterwards, the residual heat from your palm lingering on his spine and his attraction went up a notch, desperate to feel the way your hands swallowed him up again.

Kyle whines as you detangle your fingers, attempting to keep them locked together until you kiss away his pout, distracting him long enough for you to plant your forearm above his head, body engulfing him. As soon as he realises the change in position he’s arching up into your touch, humming pleasantly as skin touches skin and somehow your cock sinks in deeper. His arms lock around you, hands appreciatively stroking the bulk of your back as you chain kisses down his neck. 

“Can I move?” You murmur against his skin, your free hand sliding down his side until you’re holding the back of his thigh. 

Kyle nods, whispering a barely audible “Please,” you would’ve missed if you weren’t so close. The hand around his thigh tightens, pulling it up while his other leg follows, both settling around either side of your hips as you slowly roll your body, grinding in before pulling out until just the tip. He groans, able to feel the way your cock drags along his walls, each time you repeat the action the pain gradually giving way to pleasure. 

You stay like this for minutes, exchanging lazy kisses while you fuck Kyle open, the resistance his body held growing weaker and weaker until you can thrust rhythmically, your pace familiar. 

The chorus of moans is broken when Kyle breathes out nice and easy, “Can I ride you?” You nod, sitting back on your heels to stretch out some of the tightness in your muscles before laying down on your back, hands instantly resting on Kyle’s waist when he straddles you, grinding his ass against your hard cock. 

He only stops when your hips rutt up, the grip on his skin tightening. With one hand he reaches back, pumping your slick cock a few times before lining himself up, this time his hole stretching willingly as he sinks down, hands moving to rest on your chest. 

Kyle isn’t as subtle as he thinks - fingers tracing down your stomach as he takes in your dishevelled state, and heat pools in his lower back when he thinks how you, someone so large that you could pin him down and use him as a toy if you wanted, is willing to roll onto your back and let him bounce on top of you, taking the pleasure he wanted, needed, all while holding him and encouraging him to move, letting him go at his own pace.

[erosso]

slipping eddie munson a risqué polaroid of you into his locker

messing with eddie was your favorite thing to do, especially when he deserved it.

he was being a brat lately, and you weren’t having it. you both ended up having a conversation about who needed who the most, and of course he insisted that you would have the hardest time without his touch.

being stubborn you took that challenge, but he was starting to ignore you, smirking every time you’d try to hold his hand or trying to get any physical contact with him. he was being sinister. he knew how much you loved his touch. and you knew how much he loved you in his hellfire shirt.

the next day eddie didn’t see you in the halls, he was hoping to get a rise out of you, but instead he opened his locker, catching a small square image that was on the brink of falling to the ground due to the locker being opened.

it was of you. on your bed, laying down. his hellfire shirt being the only piece of clothing you had on. legs seemingly intertwined with each other, as one hand lifted the edge of the shirt up, exposing the side of your naked body. the fabric was risen just above one of your breasts, exposing your harden nipple. the camera was angled just high enough to where the top of the polaroid cuts off at the top of your slightly agape lips.

he felt the crotch of his jeans tighten, his face heating up with strawberry tinted lust. he looked around, then back at his locker, trying to discern how he was going to go about this, but he noticed something else.

the familiar deep red panties he loved on you. he picked it up, moving it around in his other hand. he throws his head back, frustrated.

grabbing both items, he slams his locker shut, making his way to an empty bathroom.

he feels he might regret what he’s about to do, especially doing it in the school bathroom, but he couldn’t go about his day without relieving some of this frustration.

looking through each stall as quickly as he can, he decided on the furtherest stall away from the door. locking it, he sits down on the edge of the toilet, heart starting to race. right now he doesn’t care about the condition of the stall.

unzipping his pants, he feels the cool air hit the precum leaking from the tip of his twitching cock. he lets out a quiet “fuck”, looking at your polaroid, than back at your panties , he can’t help but inhale your sweet scent, your lovely aroma. he wanted you.

he knew he had to work fast.

he conjures up a slow string of saliva. it falls from his pursed lips, dripping down his shaft, veins becoming prominent as he has yet to touch himself.

he wraps your underwear around his dominant hand, starting to pump the mixture of his saliva and precum into the cotton of your panties that surrounds his cock.

the other gripping tightly at your polaroid, he starts to trace his thumb over the picture of your exposed nipple.

his breath quivers, small whimpers starting to fill the empty restroom, “fuck you’re so hot,” he compliments to himself, he’s imagining your cunt around him as the cotton of the fabric starts to get soaked from his spit and cum, “you like that, huh?” He stammers, rubbing his thumb over the shiny paper that showed your naked abdomen, he knew you won this game. and he didn’t care.

he starts to buck his hips as he’s reaching his peak, “fuck, fuck, fuck” he hissed.

he starts to drool as his mouth reacts to the sensation of the friction. he cums all over the sensual polaroid of you. his chest heaves, as he continues to relieve himself, the milky substance pulsing out of his aching tip. his fabric clothed hand can only pump so much before he becomes overstimulated, “you’re such a good girl,” he hums quietly to himself.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Release

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x femme Warnings: Mild angst, oral (m receiving), rimming (m receiving), smut Word count: 1.2k

Summary: When Aemond receives some unwelcome news, his wife finds a novel way to cheer him up. Based on this request.

Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Community labels are for cops.

She sighs, a shiver running through her when she catches sight of her husband’s face as he sweeps into their apartments. Aemond’s jaw is set, teeth obviously clenched together as the usual pout of his lips is set into a tight line. His seeing eye blazes with anger, brow furrowed, and nostrils flared. She can practically feel him seething as she steps towards him, tentatively reaching for him.

He withdraws from her with a slight shake of his head. “Don’t,” He says quietly.

Her heart aches for him, she cannot bear to see him like this. “It’s happening, isn’t it? They’re making Aegon King.”

His mouth turns downwards into the faintest of grimaces as he nods, his eye refusing to meet hers.

She longs to throw herself into his arms, to comfort him and tell him it will all be okay, but she knows Aemond, knows he does not want that, what he perceives as pity.

“It should be you,” She whispers.

Aemond’s face softens slightly, he bows his head, but does not answer.

“I’ll have a bath drawn for you,” She offers, desperately wanting to lift his spirits. “Would you like that?”

“Hmm.” He moves through their chambers, unbuckling his tunic. His anger does not feel quite so intense as it did mere moments ago, it has shifted, morphed into something more melancholic.

She can handle Aemond when he is angry, it is familiar territory for her. However, to see him so defeated, quietly despairing, is utterly foreign and unease sits like a weight in her chest as she struggles to decide how to traverse his present state of mind.

Instructing the chambermaids to prepare a bath, she retires to the bedchamber, readying herself for sleep. It is clear that Aemond is in no mood to talk, and she hopes that the quiet solitude of a long, hot soak will aid in restoring his mood.

She is sitting up in bed, reading, when he enters the room, dressed only in thin, cotton breeches. His skin is still damp, the planes of his chest and abdomen glistening in the candlelight, his long, silver hair hangs loose, the moisture causing the ends to stick to his skin in waves. He has removed his eyepatch, but it is not the sapphire that glints softly within his eye socket that captures her attention, it is the solemn expression he still wears. 

Wordlessly, Aemond climbs beneath the covers, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. She had hoped bathing would relax him, it usually does after a particularly tough session of sparring in the yard or when his eye is causing him pain. However, she can sense how tense he is as he lays next to her, as though a dark cloud hangs over him. She hates seeing him like this, it makes her feel powerless to not be able to comfort him.

She closes her book and sets it to the side before rolling to face him. Tenderly, she traces her fingertips over his brow bone, along the aquiline bridge of his nose and across his prominent cheekbones. His eye flutters closed as he leans into her touch.

“He doesn’t even want it,” He murmurs after a few moments.

“I know, my love,” She whispers reassuringly, peppering soft kisses across his jaw and down the length of his neck.

Aemond inhales deeply, full lips parting as she continues her downwards trajectory, pressing her mouth over torso. “You don’t…you don’t have to…” He murmurs.

“I know,” She tells him, eyes flickering up to meet his intense stare. “But I want to. Allow me to treat you like the King I know you are.”

She grins against his flesh as she hears his shaky exhale, clearly excited by her words. Her lips move over the still damp hardness of his abdomen and the sharpness of his hip bones, before tugging his breeches from his legs. He is half ready for her, resting heavily against his thigh, and she takes him into her hand, stroking him languidly to full attention, laying her cheek against his groin as she watches him stir to life beneath her touch. 

He smells faintly of lavender oil, and she leans forward to lick tentatively at the flushed head of his length, her chest swelling with pride as she hears him hiss through his teeth.

“Do not tease your King,” He all but groans, and she rewards him by parting her lips and allowing him to sink as far as she is able to take him into her mouth. She hums around him as the salty taste of his arousal hits her tongue, bobbing her head up and down and using her hand to pump at what will not fit. Aemond lets out a pleasured grunt, his knuckles turning white as they grip the sheets with the effort not to grab her hair and thrust upwards into her throat.

Drool gathers at the corners of her mouth, and she pulls off of him with a gasp when her jaw begins to ache. She focuses her attention on the plush swell of his stones, running her tongue over the sac and delighting as she feels him shiver at the sensation. 

Growing bolder, she suckles at the delicate skin, moving lower to run her tongue over the expanse of it. The tip catches lower than she means for it to, swiping between his buttocks and she feels him lurch.

She pulls back, eyes wide and apologetic. “I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean–”

“Do it again,” Aemond rasps out.

Her breath catches in her throat, unsure of if she has misheard him. “You want me to..?”

“Please,” He swallows thickly, cheeks ruddy and breathing ragged.

She nods her assent and leans forward again, tentatively licking a stripe between his buttocks, listening carefully for his response. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he plants both of his feet flat upon the mattress, allowing her easier access.

Encouraged by his enthusiasm, she pushes her tongue deeper, feeling every ridge of his tight ring of muscle, moving her hand against the swell of him in tandem with every drag of her tongue.

Aemond’s moans are wanton and unrestrained, were she not in the room with him she would not recognise these noises as her husband, but they spur her on. She moves her hand faster, her mouth moving sloppily against his opening. Her own arousal sits sticky between her thighs, excitement flutters wildly in her lower belly.

When she feels him begin to tremble and tense, she breaches his entrance slightly, her tongue penetrating him by a fraction, and Aemond is done for. His fists release the bedding to bury themselves in her hair, holding her against him as he bucks his hips, stomach muscles contracting with the force with which he spills his seed across his abdomen. A noise that is half grunt, half strangled moan rumbles from his chest.

His grip on her loosens and she pulls away, grinning as she smiles at the sight of him, eye heavy lidded, skin sweaty and flushed, hair in disarray around his head. He has never looked more beautiful than he does at this moment.

She reaches a hand upwards, dragging her index finger through the spend that lays glistening against his flesh, before bringing it to her lips and sucking it off with a quiet noise of satisfaction.

Aemond’s fingers card through her hair, visibly relaxed as he gazes at her. “How could I ever feel anything less than a King,” He murmurs. “When I have you as my Queen?”