#POOL KISS FULLY DRESSED (SUITS)

[bl-bam-beyond]

BL- BOYS' LOVE:

Series: WBL: WE BEST LOVE (2021, TAIWAN) FIGHTING MR. 2ND

Zhou Shu Yi (MARUYAMA YUSUKE aka YU) and Gao Shi De (SAM LIN) made it through a sequel. A truly excellent show.

[bunnys-kisses]

blues, reds and pregnancies

max verstappen & charles leclerc

cw: smut/pwp, pregnant!reader, threesome, sub!charles, "dom"!reader, dom!max, breast play, body worship, oral sex (reader & max receives), threesome, max is monsieur and reader is madame, dom/sub play, praise kink, pregnancy kink, protected sex, filth(!!), 3.3k words

bunny says: *big shrug* i don't know! (comments and reblogs are always appreciated!)

max wasn't stupid. a keen eye like his made it hard for him to miss things. both on the track and off. he knew how charles stared at you. max thought it was a seething jealousy that charles had, that max had something he couldn't have.

while he brushed it off, almost smiling in a smugness, he noticed something changed once you got pregnant. you and max were beyond excited to have a child, max made sure to show various ways that he was thankful for giving him the chance to be a (good) father.

so max noticed when around the fifth month of your pregnancy, a sunny track day in italy, that charles was a lot more hands-y than usual. you didn't mind the attention on you, you knew people were just being nice. so charles' hand on your swollen middle was nothing out of the ordinary.

but max could see the almost nervousness on charles' face. especially when you beamed at him.

"yeah, he's been moving a bit recently." you beamed, "i can't believe i'm saying this, but i think he knows what i'm at the track. i wouldn't be surprised if he could hear the engines." you laughed.

charles' eyes were on your bump that could be outlined in the dress you wore. both hands on your belly as he listened with attention. you blabbered about all the updates with your son.

max should've known that charles had a soft spot for mother's, and that soft spot left him feeling a little hard. it would only fully click when after the monaco grand prix, and a party by a pool was in full effect.

max stayed with making sure his wife was taken care of. but he could see that charles' gaze lingered on you. the two piece swimsuit was comfortable, and not meant to turn heads. but max swore he saw charles adjust himself in his own swimsuit when he saw you bend over to hand max another drink before you sat down on the chair beside him.

to test the waters, max leaned forward to your warm cheek but with his eyes on charles. he placed his large hand on your belly and winked at the other driver. charles' eyes went wide before he turned away, probably to get another drink.

"what are you doing, schat?" you asked.

he pressed a kiss to your cheek and dodged the question as he responded, "your dutch is sounding better, mijn vrouw." then gave your swollen middle a rub.

-

"hey, charles. i need some advice." max said with his phone in his hand. they were about to get ready to practice in spain. he leaned over to charles when the other man looked at him.

"yeah?"

max showed his phone to charles, "do you think the red or the blue looks better?"

charles raised his eyebrows at the other man as he took the phone. he almost dropped it when he saw the first photo. it was you in front of the full length mirror in a red pair of underwear that went over the bump you were sprouting and a matching bra with a bow in the middle that was yellow.

the thing that took charles off guard was that the red of the garments were not a nice maroon or even bordering on a pinky colour. no it was red, ferrari red.

max reached over and swiped to the next picture. it was a similar set but except in the same dark blue colour of max's driving suit paired with a little red bow in the center of the bra. ferrari and red bull. the dutch driver seemed unfazed as he asked, "so which one, leclerc? i'm thinking she looks better in the blue."

charles looked at max and exhaled deeply, "are you trying to kill me?"

max feigned confusion as he responded, "i thought we were friends, charles." he shrugged and added, "you stare at her enough, i thought you'd know what she looked good in. i'm pretty sure if she sat in the stands, you'd crash just to get a good look at her. so which is it, red or blue?"

charles' jaw tensed and he looked back at the photo on max's phone, "red." he replied.

-

you sat there at the edge of the bed with your thighs pressed together. you looked at both of the men in front of you with your arms crossed.

"hello mrs. verstappen." charles said as he slowly took off his driving jacket, "you look.. good."

you raised your eyebrows and chuckled, "oh charlie." you said, "do you have a thing for mothers?" you hard to lighten the mood because both men were looking at you like hungry wolves.

charles looked away for a moment and rolled his shoulders, "i mean, you and max have given me a wonderful oppurtunity. i couldn't say no!"

you and max laughed, then you spoke as you leaned forward. you took his hand and pulled him a little forward as you leaned back a little again, then placed his hand on your stomach.

"i'm sure my husband went through all the rules?" you weren't going to throw yourself onto charles or let max control the entire situation, not that your husband would've done that. so there were rules, rules that all three parties tonight had the follow.

the driver nodded his head quickly, "yes, max went over it twice." he spread his hand further across your bump.

you tilted your head to the side and asked, "what is the number one rule?"

charles swallowed, "we never talk about this after tonight?"

you looked to your husband for a moment before you took charles' other hand and placed it on your swollen middle. you then asked, "rule two?"

charles leaned a little more forward, "use protection."

you nodded and smiled at him, "such a good boy." you looked at max as you reached up and combed your fingers through charles' hair, "where have you been hiding him?" and laughed.

charles swallowed, his face went pink. his hands planted on your belly, not applying any pressure as to not hurt you. he mumbled, "thank you, madame."

you took him by the face and looked him in the eyes. you were all smiles and laughter. you pulled him in for a soft kiss, when you parted you said, "and that's rule three. max is monsieur and i am madame, correct?"

he nodded, "oui, madame!"

max came up behind charles and started to get the ferrari branded t-shirt off his torso. he leaned in to the other driver, "you're going to treat my wife well tonight, charlie?"

charles thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. he let max takes the shirt off of him and he was pulled into bed with you. his eyes went wide as he ended up beside you on the king sized hotel room.

you were still in the underwear and got yourself close to charles. you took him by the face and kissed him gently, your belly brushed against his abdomen as the two of you made out.

charles' didn't know what to do with his hands, but max's voice rang in his head, "just touch her." which gave him the courage to explore your body with his hands.

the bed shifted as max got behind you, his hands on your body too. you giggled at their touches between kisses. max pulled the underwear down under your belly, exposed your swell to him.

charles got a good sight of your swollen middle, free of clothes and swallowed as he pulled away from the kiss. his eyes stayed on you. max rested his chin on your shoulder, he looked at his fellow driver and had both hands on your belly.

"jealous?" max seemed almost cocky.

charles swallowed, "i feel like this is a trick question. you are very pretty, madame, but i am afraid your husband might kill me if i say too much."

max chuckled against your skin, "i'll allow it, leclerc. but don't think this is a daily thing. she is still my wife." his hands went to your breasts and groped them through the bra.

you felt hot between the two men. their hands trailed along your body until they began to grow impatient. max's lips were on your neck and charles' lips were on your own. your husband undid your bra and with a little held from you, he got it off your body.

the process for all three of you to get out of your clothes was a slow process but eventually the three of you were naked and charles got himself in between your legs.

your head was in your husband's lap with his cock up against your cheek. you were laid out on your back, your pregnancy bump on full display.

charles swallowed, "you're very pretty, madame."

if anyone caught the three of you in such a compromising position, the media would have a field day. two rivals and a wife in the middle. the sound you made when charles' dove his tongue between your lags was almost pornographic and made max's cock twitch against your face.

you kicked your legs out and charles held you by the hips as he feverishly lapped at your pussy. you shuddered and felt a skip in your heartbeat.

charles had thought frequently about your pussy. there was something about it that made his cock stir. he would never admit it to anyone (especially not max, he wasn't insane), but he had masturbated to the thought of fucking your sweet pussy. it was like a dirty little secret that he kept buried deep inside. but he guessed he wasn't so good at hiding it, considering that you and max figured it out.

he continued to lap at your sex and your hands went into his hair, you held on tightly then turned you head and started to kiss at max's cock. max enjoyed the sight in front of him, his longtime rival and friend alongside his wife.

it was a kind of debauchery that would never leave the bedroom. your moans were music to his ears paired with the sounds of charles between your legs. if max was a little braver he'd try to get his phone to take a photo, but rules were rules.

he tensed up a little bit as you continued to lick his cock from the odd angle. your tongue and lips on his length was always a nice surprise. his own hand was in your hair as he guided you up and down his cock.

the entire room grew hot as the sun set over the horizon, the late afternoon light glimmered through the large windows of the hotel room. two drivers and a driver's wife were tangled up in bed. charles between your legs, his cock heavy and leaky against the bed. and you between your husband's legs, playing with his cock.

you clutched onto charles' hair when you felt the warmth of climax pool in your gut. you tensed up and moaned, gripping onto his dark hair. you raised your hips a little to rub up against him further.

"shit, charles." you panted as you came on his tongue.

charles groaned against your cunt as continued to lap at you like a hungry animal. when you relaxed, he pulled his face again. the bottom half gleamed with your wetness and his pupils were dilated. not to mention

max chuckled and when charles' was resting on his heels, cock painfully erect, the dutchman grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into a searing kiss. charles' cock twitched at the feeling of max's lips against his.

your eyes went wide at the sight of it.

"my wife tastes good, does she not?" max asked when he pulled away, his grip still hard on charles' shoulder as if to steady the other man.

charles nodded and swallowed, "lucky man." then watched as max grabbed a condom from the box on the nightstand.

max reached down and held you face to look up at him. he looked down at you, "i think you should thank charles for his hard work."

you looked to the other driver and smirked, your head still abuzz, "thank you, charlie."

charles smiled, "of course, madame."

you and max watched charles put the condom on. he was painfully hard, the tip almost purple and achy. he was leaky with precum. max thought this was a perfect time to tease his fellow driver, "charles?"

the other man looked at him.

the dutch driver continued, "what do you like about my wife?" he ran his fingers through your hair as you once again kissed his cock, "i see how you look at her. you know she is not a piece of meat." he shook his head a little, "you could have almost any woman in the world, and you're here with me and my wife. why?"

charles leaned back a little and stroked his condom covered cock, the lube on it getting all over his palm. his cheeks were bright pink, bordering on red as he said, "i can't help but be a little jealous." he felt a little more embolden to speak, "she looks so good carrying your child. makes me wish it were mine." he swallowed and looked at max, "i've dreamt of this moment since the first moment you brought her to the paddock."

max looked down at you, "i told you, you'd make the impression." then looked back to charles, "i suggest you make that dream a reality before she gets impatient." then flashed a smile at the other driver.

charles took you by the thighs then kept one hand on you and the other on his cock as he examined your soaked pussy. he felt an excitement through his body as he inched his cock into your pussy. he could feel max's blue eyes on him as he sank all the way in.

the noise you made sent a thrill through him as he kept you by the thighs and started to rut against you. charles fucked you, while you orally pleasured max.

max kept his hands in your hair, charles' hands were on your hips and your fists were knotted in the white bed sheet. you could feel the pleasure course through your body.

the bed moved under your collective movements, the sounds of sex was heavy in the air as was the heat between three bodies. this was nothing short of a miracle that this even happened, that everything aligned perfectly.

"she's a pretty girl, isn't she, charles? you should be lucky i'm letting you have sex with her. you're a lucky man." max said as he continued to guide your head onto his cock while the other driver bullied his cock into you, "you fuck like an animal, leclerc. remember she is pregnant, be a little gentle."

charles licked his lips, "can't help it."

max reached across and grabbed the other man by the hair and looked him in the eyes. it was all fun and games until you got hurt. he raised his eyebrows at the other man. both of them were flushed in the cheeks and could feel the sweat on their bodies, "i'm not having my wife be in pain because of you, leclerc."

charles slowed down a little, "sorry... monsieur."

max found it endearing seeing charles like this. the rivalry between them ran deep, but to see the ferarri driver just come apart at the feeling of your pussy around his cock. it was something else. he pulled him in for a hot kiss as both men moved against you, sandwiching your pregnant body between them.

if max knew that he could make charles so submissive, he would've proposed this a long time ago.

you covered your face from the heat that grew on your cheeks. but max noticed when he stopped kissing charles. he looked down at you and peeled your hands away from your face.

"no need to hide, mijn liefje." he said with love in his voice. the strong dominance was slowly slipping the more you caved under pressure.

he kept your hands pinned to the his thighs as you whined. your lips went back to his cock. a pace was soon established. it was less of a carnal, quick fuck and more of a slow, hot sex.

you felt the curl in your gut of pleasure. you could feel the heat in your body as you gave and received pleasure. you were the first to finish. you came for a second time and kicked out your legs from the intensity of it all.

"oh mon dieu." charles panted as he felt the sweat trail down his back, he was trying to keep it together as to not hurt you. your body was an alluring siren in his mind. his cock twitched inside of your sweet pussy.

a fertile beauty, carrying the child of his rival. it was strange, but it left charles aching for more.

"she's just that good." max purred, seeing the expressions cross charles' face, his head clouded with lust as well. the entire environment felt hot and sensual.

"i'm gonna finish." charles choked out, as if looking for permission to do so.

max looked down at you, pleasure was marked on your expression. he relayed charles' request to you, "may he come?"

you nodded and swallowed, trying to regain yourself. your husband's cock painfully hard against your face. pre-cum oozed across your skin, making it tacky and shiny. you'd look like a whore if it weren't for the gleaming wedding ring that max had meticulously picked out.

"use your words." max cooed. he had let go of your wrists to pump his own cock that was still wet with your spit. the sight of you was erotic and filled him with a smugness and a lust.

you opened your eyes a little more and looked at charles. you said with as much steadiness as you could muster, "please.. cum.. now."

charles panted and replied, "oui, mon cheri."

max could've wrung the other driver's neck for breaking the rules, but the three of you were so lost in the pleasure and the heat of lust that it could slide... just this once.

with a hard thrust of his hips, charles' buried his cock into you and finished with a loud groan. he could feel the shudder of pleasure in his body. a heightened euphoria that left him panting wildly. he rambled, mixing between english and french, he could feel his heartbeat in his ears.

exhausted, you flipped yourself over as fast as a five month pregnant woman could and fully gave your husband the oral sex he deserved. charles watched your head bob up and down quickly.

"that's it." max purred before he sank his cock down your throat and finished quickly. the feeling was too much for him.

you took your mouth off your husband's cock and wiped the side of your mouth, "okay, okay. i'm done. mama's tired." then chuckled a little bit, exhausted.

both men weren't going to argue, even if the fucked-out mrs. verstappen was a sight to behold.

the three of you soon after laid in a tangled mess, you pressed against your husband while he was resting against the headboard and charles' face pressed against your back. his arms wrapped loosely around you.

max played with your hair as he asked charles, "and what do we say?" getting a slight glee out of the authoritative tone towards charles.

the other driver yawned, "merci beaucoup, monsieur et madame."

-

charles saw you and max again only a few weeks later at silverstone. it was rainy and a bit colder. max had put his jacket over your shoulders and kissed you on the cheek. charles had been having a hard time keeping it together since spain.

max pulled the hood of the jacket over your head to protect you from the light rain. he kissed you on the lips before you leaned up to him to whisper something in his ear. he smirked and whispered something back, his gaze was towards charles who was nearby.

later the dutch driver would ask, "hey charles. red or blue?" <3

[thevelvetvampyre]

The Dinner Party - Cillian Murphy x Reader

Summary: Cillian can’t wait any longer to fuck his friends daughter after finally seeing her now that she’s legal

Warnings; age gap, riding, fingering, p in v, oral (fem receive), he’s a giver, sneaky and a creeper, met when reader was underage but like a good boy he waited, affair / cheating, general smut and adult content + alcohol / intoxicated behaviour.

(ALSO ONE USE OF Y/N I LOVE IMAGINING HIM SPEAKING TO READER DIRECTLY and I feel like he’s just one to use a girls name when speaking to them anyways)

Notes: sorry I haven’t been active, I’ve been fucking my boss lol (proudly, I am not joking) + I wrote this ages ago so it may be horrible xox

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The dinner party was coming to a close, broken champagne glasses splattered shards over the linen covered table as the candles had burnt to a crisp and the wick began puffing black. Most importantly, the guests were heaving the thick scent of alcohol which filled your fathers living room with dancing, laughing and kisses being shared between people they’d cringe over the morning to come.

“Come on! Just a dip.”

Your best friend has drunkly jumped into your swimming pool fully clothed, the cool water up to her chest as she stayed eager to persuade you in with her.

The heat of the drink in your hand had spread across you and left you smiling stupid at her antics, huffing as you chugged the remainder of the convincing liquid down your throat and placing the glass on the table next to you.

“Fine! Fine… just for a while.”

Your words sounded tired but your happiness and excitement was evident, pulling the bottom of your dress up over your head and leaving you bare in your bra and panties.

Squeaking in excitement she twirled in the water, screaming praises about the way your body looked and how ‘sexy’ you were when you were so bare.

Jumping into the pool, the blurred noises had filled your ears and your skin lathered in bumps to the contact of the cold.

“Isn’t tonight so beautiful.”

You raised from the water to see her floating on her back stargazing, the start of summer was like crack to her and you could only find it addictive yourself.

As the pair of you giggled, floated and embraced in the water, spluttering out sentences of admiration to your friendship, the pounding of the indie music inside had become clearer as the patio door swiped open and your parents, plus a couple of their friends, made their way stumbling and laughing to themselves.

“Are you ladies okay?”

Your dad screamed over the thumping drums, breaking your attention away from each other and looking at him.

“Hell yeah!”

You screamed and threw your arms up, your best friend following suit with a squeal herself.

“Love to hear it honey!”

Your eyes pulled from your dad who swayed with the largest grin you’d ever seen and landed on his friend, Cillian.

He stood there as your eyes met and his smirk became increasingly evident under the blue moonlight. Lifting his hand that held the beer, he threw you a cheers as his gaze dropped to your exposed body hidden beneath the turquoise blue that transparently hid your frame.

Whether it was the sting of the cold liquid you’d submerged yourself in or the lust in his glance, the chills that snuck up your spine sent a shiver to your core.

You’d met the man once, this time last year actually. You of course knew who he was from the impressive array of movies he’d starred in and you were thrilled to hear your father had befriended the man at a PR event. Striking up a close friendship exceptionally fast with the actor, he was soon invited to one of the beautiful, lavish dinner parties your dad hosted once every year.

You were only 17, but my god was he gorgeous. The smell of his masculine musk that surrounded you, his firm grip on your delicate hand as he introduced himself as a stranger, those piercing baby blue iris’s that undressed you slowly in front of your parents.

No- no, of course he didn’t mean to look at you like that. Of course his eyes didn’t fall from yours to your plush lips, admiring how soft and kissable they were. Of course they didn’t soon fall to your perked tits and felt his cock thicken as he imagined how soft they were to squeeze. And of course, he didn’t watch the way your hips moved you along the marbled floor as he imagined himself biting into your silky thighs as they wrapped around his head.

He was married after all, and he was who he was. A gorgeous, talented, Hollywood actor who would have absolutely no interest in a girl less than half his age with all his glitzy awards and a wife who could please him in ways you had yet to learn.

But oh, you were wrong.

From the moment he laid eyes on you, you possessed his thoughts which soon spread to his palm as he fisted himself to the mental picture of you in his head. The way your lashes batted and your teeth dug into your lips, the furrow of your brows as you listened to whoever was speaking at the table and the pull of your lips as they spurred out drunken words.

With each step he took out of his home he’d excite himself with the thought he may bump into you, joke about what a coincidence it was to see you in public and ask you how you’ve been.

You were in the corner of his mind, the hallucination in his sheets and the ghost that crept around each promising corner.

You haunted him. You were the coffee he drank, the scripts he read, the women he fucked and the air he breathed.

A year later, here you were, intoxicatingly half naked in your own pool and finally legal.

Like a corpse that revived from the dead, you were deathly beautiful and his haunting desires had manifested in front of his very eyes.

You send him a smirk that expressed pages of expressionless desires that had too, haunted you.

“Right… who’s feeling one more?”

Your father exclaimed as he shot down the last of his beer and raised the glass.

His friends cheered loudly as they threw their arms up and tripped over seemingly nothing back into the house. Cillian’s eyes had remained on yours as they darkened, clenching his jaw through his arousal and cocking his brows up before slowly turning around and following the group inside.

For the next hour you stayed basking in the moon with your best friend, exhausting yourselves with laughter and dancing in the pool that soon brought you to tiredness.

“Thank you for coming tonight.”

You smiled appreciatively at her, sighing out as you held your sore stomach from the stitch that had pierced your lungs.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

She pulled you in for one more hug before you swam to the corner of the pool, cursing at the lack of towels to cover you from shivering in the cold summer air.

“Dad!”

You screamed, repeatedly.

Of course, no response as the music had grown louder- if that was even possible, and most definitely impaired him from hearing your desperate screams.

Oh fuck it.

You pulled yourself up from the pool and grabbed your dry dress, wrapping the material around you the best you could.

“Stay here- I’ll get us towels.”

You pulled open the door and immediately got hit with the smell of whiskey, the pounding of the music and the lack of lighting that explained the mass amounts of broken glass on the countertops and floors.

Sneaking through the walls, you almost made it to the living room when the sound of a man clearing his throat caused you to snap your neck into the kitchen.

There he was, leaning against the counter with that god forsaken smirk he glared at you and his eyes amused at the state you were in.

“Having fun out there?”

Cillian brought the tip of his bottle to his lips, swinging it back as his gaze dropped to your dripping body.

His cock swelled in his pants, admiring how delicious you looked when you were wet.

“Yes, Mr.Murphy.”

You said sweetly, turning your full posture to him and grinning shyly at his question.

“Hm… looks like it.”

His lips parted as his gaze was hot and obvious, leaking arousal out your cunt as he licked his bottom lip at the sight of you.

“You look stunning Y/N.”

His voice was low and quiet as he complimented you, your blush pricking your chest as your pussy clenched around nothing. You dropped your head down as your grin grew to avoid is lustful gaze as his intimidating presence was growing unbearable.

“Oh come on… don’t get s’shy on me now.”

His voice was soothing as he babied you, leaving the counter to slowly walk over you as he dropped his neck to meet your low gaze.

Before you got the chance to respond, your father had barged in and greeted you with a loud welcome.

“Hey! Don’t try courting my angel…”

Your dad had turned to Cillian, raising his voice and finger to point at him in a joking manner.

“Eyes off!”

Cillian chuckled as he pulled his gaze off your dripping tits, cock now painfully erect as he decided then and there he needed you. Brushing past you as he walked through you and your father, the skin of his arm grazed yours and you shivered at the contact.

-

Your best friend had eventually left and so did the rest of the party, a few members having to stay overnight in an attempt to avoid the danger of the road at this time in their intoxicated state.

You sat wet in your bedroom, heart pounding as you repeated his compliment in your head and smirking at just how smooth and silky his voice was when he purred it to you.

Standing up, dropping your towel and pushing into your bathroom, you didn’t bother to close the door fully as your tile walls filled with warm steam.

Lathering your exposed, erect nipples in your body wash and rubbing your soapy palms across your body, you were lost in the thought of him as you bathed and cleared your scent of the chlorine.

Unbeknownst to you, Cillian was one of the guests who stayed. With your parents in their bed and everyone else passed out, he sneaked up the stairs on the edge of his toes and leant against the large wooden frame that kept you safe from him. Placing his ear on the wooden door his wet bottom lip dropped open as he listened carefully to the noise of movement inside.

With his palm pressed next to him, his smirk returned as he heard the dripping of your shower head and snaked his other hand onto the doorknob.

Quietly twisting his wrist to open the door, he winced at the squeak and stopped breathing as his heart thumped in his chest at his actions. From the subconscious alert that maybe sneaking into an 18 year olds bedroom wasn’t morally accepted? Especially as an older married man? No, of course not. His heart thumped in fear that he would get caught. That if anyone was to see him now, he couldn’t have you as he needed you tonight.

Breathing heavily as the coast was seemingly clear, he slowly pressed into the door and snuck in through the small crack. Swiftly turning around and pressing his weight above the handle, he quietly pushed it shut and sighed out a relieved huff at his successful entry into your bedroom.

Twisting his neck to the crack in your bathroom door, the corner of his lips curled as he made his way to the beam of light that poured out your bathroom.

Continuing to grin through the alcohol and your arousal of the slight contact you had with him earlier, your skin was warm as the water caressed you. The sweet smell of your soap had intoxicated the room, Cillian rolling his eyes at how your scent was just as addictive as he remembered.

Placing an eye through the gap in the frame, he salivated at how oblivious you were to him, how vulnerable you looked when you were stripped completely and how he could’ve stormed in and forced his thick, throbbing cock into your cunt right then and there.

He watched as the suds ran over your tits, onto your stomach and down your thighs. His veins pulsed through him and his jaw clenched, furrowing his brows and dropping his wet bottom lip at he watched you run your hands over your naked body.

He was growing needy, the tent in his pants poking towards you and thumping under the constraint of the material. He groaned under his breath as he watched you innocently touch yourself, reaching to every crevice of your body that he wanted to lick clean with his own mouth.

Admiring you in an agonising arousal for a few more seconds before you turned the water off, his eyes widened and he stepped back, swiftly but quietly making his way to your bed before sitting down and leaning back onto his wrists.

Stepping out the shower, you reached for your baby pink towel and wrapped it around your body, looking at your blush skin in the mirror before giggling quietly to yourself and opening the door.

Pulling your gaze up from the ground, your throat closed and your heart pounded in your chest as your eyes met Cillian’s. Your mouth went dry and your breath breathlessly left out your lungs, a mix of confusion and excitement fuelling your feet to slowly walk you forward.

“Miss me?”

He said smirkily, his Irish accent laced with the alcohol he drank earlier and tilting his head as his eyes assaulted you.

“What are you doing here?”

Your whisper was sharp and blunt, your red skin burned purple as you noticed his thick cock pointing towards you.

He licked his lips, slowly pulling himself up from your bed and walking towards you. Stopping in front of you, he lifted his fingertips and grazed them down the side of your arms.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you… have been onto you since last year.”

His voice was a low whisper as it was husky, the grazing of his nails on your skin sending goosebumps to your mound.

“Do ya… do ya think’f me too?”

His eyes met yours and his gaze softened as he poured his blue into you. An odd look of sincerity plastered his face as your cheeks grew warm to his contact.

“You’re married!”

Your whisper was a scream. He chuckled as his eyes fell to your chest, moving his hands to link his fingertips to the top of your towel and slowly unwrapping you from the cotton.

“That’s not what I asked.”

He growled as the towel pooled at the end of your body, standing frozen as his tongue grazed along this top lip. His eyes grew hungry as they ravished in how beautiful and exposed you were to him.

“Y-yes.”

You quietly admitted. A huff left his chest knowingly.

You wanted to cover yourself, feeling vulnerable to his gaze and suddenly insecure of what he’d think of your naked self. Raising your arms subconsciously you covered your midriff, he grunted as his fingers grasped at your forearms to stop you.

“Don’t…”

His desperation was evident, grunting through his words as he stared at you like a raw piece of meat, twitching closer to you with each second passing to close to gap between you.

“need to see you, I’ve waited so long.”

He drooled out the last words, finally pulling his eyes up as his brows knitted and landed on yours.

Staring into his eyes longingly, you pushed yourself forward for your lips to land on his. Now starving, he breathed heavily as his palm grabbed the back of your head to press you harder into the kiss.

Quiet, soft moans left your lips into his mouth as he whimpered shyly at your kiss, his mouth opening wider to force his tongue into yours. Accepting into the kiss and moving your head to twirl your tongue around his, he grabbed at your waist and started to pull you back towards your bed.

Unable to get close enough, he pulls you tighter against his torso as his lips press and pull against yours, wetting your mouth as he whined and grasped at your sides desperately.

Finally feeling your mattress at the back of him he sat down as he continued to knead your waist, shimmering back onto the bed and pulling you on top of him.

As the kisses grew aggressive, he flipped you under him and your back landed against the soft, plush blanket and he pulled back to gaze at your equally frazzled state. His eyes dazed and lips swollen, he stared at you through furrowed brows as he caught his breath.

“Need you…”

He whined, beginning to kiss the crook of your neck as he grazed your skin against his teeth.

“Need you so bad.”

His voice was crying as he pulled back, kissing lower and lower on your bare body and leaving a wet trail.

“Cillian- please!”

You moaned softly with your impatience evident, desperate to feel his mouth on your mound as his hot breath fanned your lower stomach.

He chuckled as he dropped his lower half off the bed, his knees banging against the floor as his forearms wrapped around your thighs.

Pulling you with ease so your cunt nearly hung off the bed, he bit marks with his teeth into your fleshy thighs and groaned around the kisses.

“Bet this cunt tastes so good.”

His voice continued to grow whiner, breaking his desperate kisses apart as he praised you.

“So fucking good.”

Planting more kisses as he was getting teasingly closer to your dripping hole, you began clenching both your thighs and walls in an attempt to push him closer.

“Fuck- I need you!”

Your words came out exasperated and he chuckled.

“Yeah?”

He gazed up at you, cocking his brows and licking his lower lip.

“Yes, god-please… please!”

Your fingers wrapped around his hair and your back arched, your cunt pulsating to finally feel him after waiting for so long.

Within a second his hot mouth was on your mound, lapping his wet tongue to taste how wet you’ve gotten from his teasing.

“Oh god- fuck…”

He pulled apart for a split second.

“You’re soaked.”

Attaching his lips once more, he began hungrily eating at you as your hips twitched beneath him.

Holding you firm in place as his tongue traced from your hole to your clit, your back arched as he quickened his pace and you couldn’t help but whimper under his touch.

“Yes-yes! Right there!”

Groaning in response, his tongue slipped into your cunt and fucked you fast, groaning at how sweet your pussy leaked onto his mouth.

As you squirmed and wiggled beneath him, he dug his nails into your skin and moved his head in synch to your attempted escape from his tongue.

Moving his tongue to your clit once more, he traced figure eights and removed his right hand, placing two fingers at your entrance he began circling teasingly as the tips of his digits picked up your arousal.

Slowly pressing them into your hole, a gasp left your lips as you let go of his hair and grabbed the sheets beneath you, your knuckles turning white in an attempt to not wake anyone up with your muffled screaming.

“So tight baby…”

He removed his mouth from your mound and began curling his fingers mercilessly, your legs being to tremble as you felt your orgasm knot in inside of you.

Staring in awe at the way you shook to his fingers, he stared at you in a daze and admired the way you took your pleasure so well.

“Fuck! I’m cumming…I’m cumming”

Your words were fast and mumbled, the heat in your core overbearing and possessive of your limbs.

“That’s it…”

The knot in your stomach was growing painful, needing your release as you whined against your sheets and shook uncontrollably.

“That’s it.”

Your orgasm shook over you, causing you to convulse as he continued to finger fuck you through your climax.

“Such a pretty girl when you cum hm?”

His voice stayed low and you moaned and cursed through your shaking, grasping the sheets desperately as white noise filled your ears and stars appeared at the back of your head where your eyes rolled.

Slurring out his name as quietly as you could, the violence of your orgasm took over you as you continued to remind him of who made you feel this good.

Slowing down his fingers, he delicately pumped in and out of you as you came down from your high. Your chest heaved as you began reconnecting with reality and lowering your gaze to meet his starstruck glare.

Slowly dragging his fingers out, he placed them to his knuckles in his mouth and licked them clean.

“Taste s’good honey.”

Your cheeks pulsated a heat as your orgasm was powerful and overstimulating, staring at him lick his fingers clean.

“Mhm…”

You moaned out, the exhaustion of how hard you came made you unable to speak a coherent word. Slowly standing up as his knees wobbled, he stood over you in triumph and fell on top of you again.

His throbbing, veiny cock pressed against your leg and your cunt began salivating at the sensation of his arousal, gasping at how big he felt through his pants.

Kissing you with no hesitation once again with an open mouth, he flung you over so you were on top and your boobs hung below his face.

Continuing to kiss you needy, he grabbed your ass and began dry humping you through his jeans.

“Fuck- please.”

He panted through the kisses, whining quietly as his painful hard cock begged to fuck your tight walls.

“Needs- mhm- to feel you baby.”

You continued to rub your wet cunt over his constrained cock, sitting up with no time to spare you whipped his belt off and unzipped his awfully tight crotch.

Raising his hips to shift his jeans to his thighs, his underwear soon followed and his massive shaft was suddenly protruding into your mound.

“So big…”

You could only muster a slight compliment before automatically grinding on the underside of his cock.

“Who got you so hard, Mr.Murphy?”

Your head swung back as your clit was caressed with his leaking red tip.

“Hm?”

You looked back down to see his mouth dropped, his glazed eyes staring at where you were rubbing on him and a red flush that bruised over his knitted brows.

“You- fuck…”

His head lulled back, squeezing his eyes shut as his fingers grasped deep into your hips once more.

“You did.”

His groan vibrated through him, urging you to grab the base of him as you aligned his leaking tip to your soaking hole.

You began to drop your hips as he dipped into you, his neck pushing back more into the bed beneath him and his back slightly arching at the sensation of him breaching your tight cunt.

“Fuck…”

He groaned and elongated his word, snapping his eyes open and hazily looking down to watch as he entered you.

“So fucking tight… this cunts so fucking tight.”

He whined as he panted at the feeling of you continuing to sink down on him, small whimpers breathing out with each of his short breaths.

Swinging your head back at the size of him, you couldn’t help but whimper yourself as he felt so thick and warm inside of you.

“Oh yes… feels- oh- so good.”

You sunk all the way down, moaning with each inch that vanished into you.

Finally reaching his base, you snapped your hips back up so only his beady, white tip was left inside of you.

With no warning, you fell all the way down once more and continued to rock as he groaned to the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

Feeling each inch reach a deeper part inside of you until it hit your navel, your inner thighs dampened with a mixture of sweat and both of your arousals.

Rocking faster as you sped up the way you bounced on him, your room filled with wet slapping noises and his groans that vibrated around you.

A string of incoherent curse words and praises fell from his lips, his face scrunching to a look of pain as the vein in his neck bulged and his breath knocked out his chest.

“Oh yes… taking my cock so- oh fuck- well.”

He struggled to find a balance of basking in his pleasure and watching you ride him, swinging his neck up to watch and flex at the side of your tits bouncing so delicately and swinging his neck back to squeeze his eyes shut as he tried so hard to not cum already.

“Sh- slow down!”

He winced, tightly holding onto your sides as he attempted to pause your rhythm.

“Why?”

Your word slipped out with a moan, bouncing fast and pornographically as your ass slapped on his balls and your clit rubbed on his pubic bone.

“You don’t wanna fill my tight pussy up?”

His cock flexed hard at your words, a cry falling from his lips as he rolled his eyes and panted pathetically to try and stop his balls from spilling inside of you.

“Please-please…”

His voice became ten octave’s higher, squeaking as his hips twitched upwards to fuck you deeper than your own pussy could handle.

“Oh please… please cum for me.”

You bounced aggressively as his legs began trembling, his nails scaring your sides as your chest heated up with a sweat from your rocking.

“Oh fuck- fuck I’m cumming.”

His head swung up as he watched you smirk down at him, your own mouth open for your sweet moans to seep into his ears as you edged him on.

You felt his cock twitch not once, but three times as a warm liquid squirted out to coat the back of your walls.

You watched as he convulsed underneath you, shaking and wincing with the gleam of a tear rolling down his cheek.

His eyes were squeezed shut as his mouth was wet and open, his brows twitching in sync with his cock and his chest heaved breathlessly.

“Ah-ah…oh god.”

His winces were easy and liquid out of him, his hot cum dripping down his shaft as you continued to fuck him as he filled your cunt with his sticky arousal.

Your bounces slowed as his nails loosened their grip on your side, his heaving filled with whines and chokes, sobbing at the aggressive orgasm that spasmed him into filling you full.

Pulling him out of you as you raised yourself, you fell next to him in a sweat and caught your own breath, proud of making the actor cum as hard as he did.

Laying limp for a couple of minutes with the smell of sweat and sex filling your room, the pair of you stared up at your ceiling as you caught your breath. Turning his head to face you, he blinked in a dazed gaze as he admired how pretty you were in the moonlight.

“You’ve been haunting me- y’know that?”

You turn to him and give him a smirk.

“Couldn’t stop thinking of- mhm- how good you’d feel.”

He pulled his pants on and fumbled to buckle himself back into his clothing.

“Yeah?”

You smiled in accomplishment.

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you either.”

You turned your head back up to the ceiling, the pang of guilt in your chest as your thoughts flashed of his lovely wife at home.

“What about your wife?”

You asked quietly, earning a chuckle from him as he sat up properly.

“Don’t worry about it…”

He turned to look at you laying lifeless on your bed, your eyes meeting his as you couldn’t help but blush at how gorgeous he looked, even after filling you so well.

“Can’t stand her anyways.”

He huffed out and rubbed his thighs, sighing deeply as he stood up and slowly walked towards your door.

Confused at his statement and how fast he was leaving, you sat up on your elbows and furrowed your brows in confusion to his fast arrival and even faster departure.

“Will I see you again?”

You felt pathetic asking, watching him walk away feeling used after he made a mess of your insides and bedsheet.

He grabbed the doorknob and turned to look at you, smirking as he cocked his head in amusement to your question.

“You’re everywhere I go honey…”

He turned the doorknob and it squeaked quietly.

“You’ll see me soon enough.”

Without hesitation or another look back at you, he slipped out your door and left you feeling just as naked as he did when he arrived.

Huffing out and laying back onto your bed, a knot of anxiety built as the guilt of your actions took over you. He’s done this before, and he’ll do it again.

[russellsppttemplates]

Reader being self conscious with her body after having her and Charles last baby (i forgot his name im so so so sorry!) and Charles, Herve and Amelie just like complimenting her and not understanding how good it makes her feel

Note: don't worry, there are so many kids in this blog, even I have to go and check paddock daycare once in a while!

Cw: reader's insecurity about her postpartum body

You sometimes wondered if Charles noticed all the ways your body changed to accommodate motherhood, especially now having had your third baby. But then you were easily showered with compliments from everyone around you, and you swore Charles, Hervé and Amélie were having a competition on who could give you the most compliments.

"Mama! You look so pretty!", Amélie said, hugging your legs as you prepared your water bottle so you could feed baby Thomas once you sat down, "thank you, ma belle, the hairstyle papa did on you is very pretty, too", you replied.

"Papa! Have you seen mama today? She has a new dress!", Hervé pointed out as you joined the boys in the living room, "This is an old one actually, I've had it since you were a baby, Hervé", you reasoned, suddenly feeling shy with all eyes on you and also feeling a little more beautiful.

The warm temperatures called for a day outside in the pool, the kid excited to have Thomas spend a little bit of time in the water even if Charles just wet his feet since he was only a couple of weeks old, "you're not getting in, mama?", Hervé asked, "your swimsuit makes you look like a princess".

Just on cue, Thomas started crying, recognising it was his hungry cry, "I'm afraid Thomas needs me, I'll swim later", you said as Charles helped you grab Thomas so you could go and feed him.

Your little boy ended up falling asleep on your chest, milk drunk against your skin that was exposed from the neckline of the swimsuit, all while Amélie got out of the pool, wrapping herself in the towel and having Hervé follow suit once Charles mentioned snack time.

"You're so comfy to sleep on, mama", Amélie whispered as she climbed on you after you assured her it would be fine, grasping some of the fabric of your cover up and leaving your hips exposed, the stretch marks fully on show as you thought about all of it. Your body was all of your three kids' first home, providing them comfort, warmth and safety, and now that they were out, you were still those exact same things for them. And they loved you no matter what.

"Do you have room for me?", Hervé asked as he stepped closer to the sun lounger, "Come here, amour", you said as you patted your side, having Hervé cuddle up to you and resting his hand on your tummy mindlessly, sighing happily.

A few moments later, Charles stepped outside, taking the scene in front of him in and laughing loudly, "I don't suppose there's space for me on there, hm?", he smiled.

"I think we can make some room", you said, adjusting your position so Charles could lay closer to your thighs, "maybe there?", you giggled, seeing him happily scoot closer to your and intertwining your legs.

"Don't laugh, amour, I want to touch you too!", Charles said as he achieved what he wanted while his hand squeezed your thigh, "it's not my fault you are such an amazing mama and that we all want a little bit of you!", he chuckled, kissing your temple.

"You really think so?", you wondered, "this is all you, amour, how kind, amazing and great you are - why do you think I'm nearly fighting Hervé for this?", he said as the little boy kept inching closer to you, "she's my mama, you should've gotten her first", your oldest son said before Amélie let out "I agree", making him shake his head as he smiled, "thing is I did get here first, actually, like years before all of them", he chuckled.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Twenty Six-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

Tags: 18+, SMUT, PIV, Multiple Orgasm, Dirty Talk, Jealousy, Toxic Behaviours, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Slight Voyeurism , Possessive Behaviours, Masochism, Sadism, Semi-Public Sex, Begging, Handjob, Fingering, Kissing, Gun!Play, Angst.

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Forty minutes.

Forty whole fucking minutes. Could you survive that? Could you withstand the intensity of locking eyes with Theodore while out on the dance floor--fully aware that in a mere forty minutes, you'd be ditching him for his best friend, who would undoubtedly have his tongue halfway down your fucking throat within seconds? Amongst other parts of him?

Surely, you thought, initially. Surely, you could navigate this without a damn hitch.

And yet, as the seconds ticked away, the problems seemingly multiplied, each one more intricate than the last. Did your strategic dance around the room, weaving between curtains and moving with the rhythm of the crowd, make you a coward? Or were you simply just a troubled girl, trying to avoid an explosive drama?

Cursing Emily and her carefree advice, you acknowledged that her fearless disposition most likely wouldn't have flinched at such a predicament. However, you, caught in a tumult of conflicting emotions and uncertainties, found the prospect far more overwhelming than you thought you would.

And as thirty-five minutes finally fucking ticked away, urgency propelled you across the room, each step hastening toward the bathroom as if evading a blazing fire.

The door swung open, revealing a sanctuary of stark white tiles and dimmed lighting. Your breaths resonated in the confined space, a palpable blend of anticipation and trepidation saturating the air. In the mirror, you appraised yourself, eyes reflecting the tempest swirling within. The bathroom, a cocoon of silence, seemed to pulse with your internal turmoil.

Every moment lingered like a suspended breath, the minutes stretching thin as you awaited Mattheo's arrival. Each heartbeat echoed in the quiet space, the air electrified with the promise of an electric encounter, a typical mix of ecstasy and chaos that Mattheo was known to cause.

And then, before you could even process it, the bathroom door creaked open, prompting you to look up. Despite having only been in there for about 30 seconds, Mattheo smoothly glided into the room. You caught his dark eyes in the mirror, wasting no time before his intense gaze locked onto you, and with a practiced motion, he secured the door shut and locked it behind him.

"Matt-"

He shook his head, his voice cutting through the air, low and deep. "Quiet, Raven."

Mattheo closed the distance with deliberate steps, his predatory focus narrowing onto you. Hunger radiated from his eyes, an intensity that filled the room. As his gaze swept over you from head to toe, the air thickened, and the sound of your heart pounding echoed in the confined space, a rhythmic accompaniment to the charged atmosphere.

"Turn around," Mattheo commanded, his voice authoritative and husky, laced with a potent blend of desire. "Face me."

The air seemed to hum with anticipation as you slowly spun around, obedient to his directive. His eyes, now intensified with lust, burned into the exposed curves of your form, claiming every inch with an intensity that left no doubt about the restrained fervor filling the room. Mattheo circled around you, his predatory nature manifesting in every calculated step. The fabric of his black suit jacket strained against the contours of his strong shoulders, emphasizing the raw power that simmered beneath the surface.

His eyes, dark pools of desire, moved with precision, taking in the sight of your body adorned in the tight red dress. The sharp lines of his jaw tightened as he absorbed the visual feast before him, a hunger burning in his gaze that echoed the primal instincts of a predator closing in on its prey.

And then, he stopped behind you, his hand coming up to graze your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lips, softly tugging down your bottom one before releasing it.

And with his mouth grazing your ear, he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you senseless."

Your lungs stalled, and you turned your head slightly, trying to glimpse him from over your shoulder. "I'd like to see you try."

Without another word, Mattheo snatched your hips, spinning you over and shoving you onto the counter as his lips smothered yours. The flame that had ignited in the ballroom instantly roared to life, drenched in the fuel of your connection, setting your skin ablaze with need. Your fingers instantly dove into his hair, wringing around his luscious curls, and he groaned, slipping his tongue into your mouth, a large hand coming to cup your head, to trap you there, the other coasting up and down your side.

Your legs spread for him, welcoming him, cunt already throbbing in anticipation. For a brief second, you pushed away, running your hands over his sophisticated chest, taking a moment to admire him, to soak in how absolutely fucking beautiful he looked. Mattheo did the same, seeming new, somehow, a reverent awe in his gaze--not just feral, but tormented, needing to have you in his arms.

"Fuck, Raven..." he breathed, his voice a low, husky cadence. "I don't even know where to fucking touch you first because I want all of you...I need all of you at once..."

"Gods...you look so fucking good, Mattheo..." you murmured, a smirk playing on your lips as you let your gaze travel up his body, meeting his intoxicating brown eyes. "You clean up deliciously well for a man with such a reckless reputation."

"Hm," Mattheo huffed, fingers moving with a delicate precision over the fabric of your dress, gliding sensuously along the curves of your hips. "You're cute when you're nice to me, Raven..."

Playfully, you inquired, your fingers tracing a teasing path across his chest, "And what am I when I'm mean to you?"

His devilish smirk grew. "Hot as fuck."

"You're a bloody masochist..." you whispered through a smirk of your own, your voice merely a breath as your hands found his shoulders. "Kiss me, you piece of shit."

His lip twitched, and without any hesitation he kissed you again, jerking you closer, sucking in air through his nose while his tongue swirled over yours. Whimpering, you caressed his shoulders, up his neck, finding his hair once more, fingers teasing the warm shell of his ears. At this, his back crested, and he moaned, pitching forward, nearly shoving you into the sink as he trembled.

A shiver shook you from the base of your spine, and you curled your legs around him, core clenching hard. Your hips rolled forward, seeking his touch, and he grazed your pussy over your underwear, thumb ghosting your clit through the fabric. You squeaked, and he silenced you with his mouth, tugging at the fabric until he'd fit his thick fingers under the hem.

Mattheo peeled away, gasping, watching you as he slid a finger through your hot slit, his breath hitching. "So fucking wet for me," he murmured. "And all mine..." He dragged a slickened digit over your clit, the sensation new and delicious--you quivered, biting your lip. "Only for me..."

You nodded, inching forward, the only articulate words escaping as please, please, please.

"Isn't that right, princess?" He said, free hand gripping your jaw as he stared directly into your soul, his chest heaving and pupils blown wide with lust. "This tight little pussy belongs to me, doesn't it?"

"Yes," you mewled, lids fluttering. "All yours...it's all yours, Matty..."

"Fuck...I'm going to make you cum now, then I'm going to make you cum on my fucking cock..." he leaned close, his middle and fourth finger teasing your entrance, lips hovering over your ear. "And by the end of the night, the only thing this pretty mouth will be able to say is my name."

"Oh--" you began, but then he plunged into you. "God!"

He snickered. "Wrong name."

Riddle crooked his fingers in your cunt, focused on your flushing face, the tempo of your intermittent gasps, his breath shallow as you clenched and pulsed around him. His thumb traced rapid little lines around your swollen clit, his pace merciless, and you snuffed a whimper in your chest, staring at him. He wet his lips, pressing his mouth to yours in a brief kiss as he snapped his wrist, curling and scissoring inside of you. His hips rocked with his rhythm, and you noticed the outline of his impressive erection straining at his pants. Your hand burned to stroke it, to feel it.

"I missed you so fucking much, Matty," you whimpered, your voice a desire filled plea. "I think I missed that pretty cock more, though...I can't lie..."

"Mm," Mattheo hummed, the depth of it reverberating almost as a growl, increasing the heat in your lungs. "It missed you too, Raven...my fucking hand could never compare to this tight little cunt..."

"Fuck, Mattheo..." you moaned, your eyes squeezed shut as you clung to his strong, muscular frame. "Did you think of me?"

"Never stopped," he murmured, catching your lips in a brief kiss, increasing the pressure of his thumb on your clit--forcing you to cry out in delight. "Fuck. How does a cunt this little take me so well, hm?" Another kiss, lingering. "Just thinking about how tight you are makes my cock hard."

You whinged, lava boiling in your blood--you weren't sure what was going to make you cum first, his words or his fingers. "Oh...Mattheo..."

"That's right," he said. "I make myself cum every morning thinking about fucking you. And it's never enough." He was panting, kissing a path down toward your neck. "I could fuck this pretty pussy every night for the rest of my fucking life and it still wouldn't be enough..."

Your brain swarmed with that distant feeling again, dizzying you, robbing you of language, weakening your joints. You clung to him, a raft in the sea of your lust, choking back your moans as his palm rocked against you, thumb circling your clit, fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt--you let your lids close, let pleasure encompass you, let yourself submerge to his will, trusting him to give you exactly what you needed.

"Shit..." you whimpered, digging your nails into him as he nipped at your pulse, teeth grazing over it softly. "I fucking need you, Matty..."

"Have me, Raven...It's yours." He said, his voice cracking with lust, throat shredded with emotion. "I'm yours."

Heat flooded your face, and while chewing your cheek, you reached for him, grasping at his trousers. Mattheo's hand left your jaw, reaching behind him and pulling the familiar black gun from under his waist band, tossing it down onto the counter before allowing you to unzip his fly. You hardly even flinched at the sound, too lost within your own primal fervour, fingers moving swiftly as you tugged everything down his thighs, his thick length springing free, smacking his clothed stomach. He barely seemed to notice, seemingly lost in the heat of your cunt in his hand.

You scooted closer and wrapped your fingers around his warm, heavy cock--and he choked, jabbing you deep, forcing a quaky breath from your lungs. Swallowing, you tightened your fist and stroked him, watching him from half-lidded eyes as his jaw tensed, and his lips parted in pleasure.

He throbbed, twitched under your grip, blood biting his cheeks when you coated his head with the bead of his pre-cum, and his breath was uneven, tattered from the weight of lust--but so was yours. Mattheo circled your stiff nub, pumping his fingers into your pussy, and pleasure wracked you, pouring into your pulse like perfect poison--a feeling you should never have wanted, but would now die without.

"Yeah...stroke my fucking cock, little slut..." he purred, tilting his head as he glimpsed your lips, something devilish and dark and amused in his gaze. "...make your owner feel good."

Before you had the chance to respond, he kissed you again, shoving his tongue past your teeth, canting his hips in pace with your hand. He was smooth and silky and so big--in the back of your head, you couldn't believe you'd managed to take all of him--the memories had you clench and groan into him, and his cock throbbed in your palm. The air was humid, thick with sex, dizzying you, shooting static through your skin.

"Fuck," he muttered against your mouth, "you're so tight..."

You hummed in delight, walls clenching around his fingers. "And you're so hard..."

"That's right...that's what you fucking do to me, Raven..." he purred, and with each thrust of his fingers, pleasure built inside of you, intense and all-consuming as it threatened to overrun your senses. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the brink, your body pulsing with electrical sparks of delight. "Fuck...I feel you squeezing me, princess...cum for me..."

Mattheo held you tightly against him, his words sending shock waves of their own straight to your fucking core, his fingers working in their relentless rhythm that had you seeing stars. And then, with a sudden burst of ecstasy, you came hard, your entire body convulsing as pleasure ripped through you like a tidal wave. You moaned loudly, your muscles clenching and spasming as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

Mattheo watched you with a satisfied smirk, his fingers still working inside of you until he was certain you were past your high. And then, he eased back, meeting your eyes, both of you slowing to stop as something slammed you in succession, a chasm of greed opening between your bodies. A snap, an ignition--and in one smooth movement, you'd released him while his fingers left your core and yanked your underwear to the side, cock thrusting into you with a sweet sting.

"Fucking hell..." Mattheo hissed in bliss, sheathing himself in your heat. He grappled your hips, grip tight enough to bruise, slowly fucking into you, watching his dick disappear into your pussy. "Tell me how that feels, Raven..."

"Fuck-so good..." you mewled, mouth dropped in ecstasy, head fighting not to fall back onto your shoulders. "So fucking good..."

"Mhm...yeah..." shuddering at his own words, he groaned, shifting closer, murmuring into your ear as he increased his pace, hips snapping, cock fucking deep into your cunt. "Tell me how fucking bad you missed me...how fucking bad you missed this cock..."

"Oh, Gods..." desire had consumed you both, his pace embodying complete desperation, a frenzied, urgent need to bring you both to orgasm. "I missed you so fucking much...I missed your cock-oh! Fuck-"

Mattheo's strokes were rough, painful, incredible, your breath catching up with your brain, the euphoric fullness of his cock ready to fling you to another plane. And then his thumb grazed over your clit, beating it in time with his thrusts--you cracked, crying out, your words cut short.

"That's right," Mattheo growled, "that's right--you're mine, you're mine..." he pressed his lips to yours, short and sharp. "This pussy is mine, that perfect little body is mine...your heart and your fucking soul is mine..." he was slamming you deep, panting with every snap of his hips, your pussy hot and slick and pulsing with your oncoming climax. "No one could ever fuck you like I do...understand me?"

"Yes. Yes!" Rapture numbed you, at the edge of your skin, a typhoon ready to wreck you witless.

"Say it." He hissed, kissing you again, mouth millimeters from yours. "Say no one else could ever make you feel like this. Fucking no one."

"Oh-oh...fuck..." you could barely respond, overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through your body. Waves upon waves of pleasure charged through your veins, every inch of your skin tingling with delight as Mattheo took you higher and higher. "No one, Matty...only you-fuck! Only you..."

He growled, a primal shredded sound, his pace of your clit increasing. "Fucking cum for me, whore."

"Yes! Fuck!"

A sudden, explosive burst of bliss slammed into you, making your back arch in ecstasy while moaning a string of indecipherable curses. Your walls clamped around his cock, milking him for all he was worth as you rode out the second wave of pleasure that rocked your body. Mattheo growled hungrily, his lips crashing down to capture yours in a fiercely passionate kiss as he continued to drive into you without consideration. He thrust harder and deeper, his body slamming against yours as you both reached new heights of pleasure together.

Mattheo's eyes were hardly open, his breath leaving his throat in mere growls as he fucked you deep, both hands shifting to your hips now. "Mhm...that's my good girl...so fucking tight..."

Every nerve in your body felt alive, thrumming with the raw power of your shared desire. You were consumed by the heat of the moment, lost in a world completely separate from reality, when a loud, sudden knock at the door abruptly interrupted everything--both of you stopped, fear creeping into your eyes, ears straining to decipher the voice behind the door.

"Hello?" It was deep, male, and recognizable. Mattheo kept his cock inside you, each of your heads turned, staring at the door, brains buffering as you tried to put the voice to a face. "Anyone in there? C'è qualcuno?"

Your jaw dropped, terror clutching your chest, watching as Mattheo simply smirked--something so fucking dark creeping into his eyes it'd put even the stormiest midnight skies to shame. With a quick, aggressive motion, he pulled out of you, ripping you off the counter and spinning the both of you around, making you face the door as he pulled up the back of your dress and aligned himself with your cunt, one hand on your stomach and the other clamped over your mouth.

He released a deep groan in your ear as he plunged his cock deep inside you once more, the muscles in his chest tensing against your back, your heart pounding in your fucking throat. You were sure this man had completely fucking lost it.

"You think I should let him in here, hm? Let him see what I fucking do to you...who you fucking belong to..." each word from his lips was barely spoken, his voice so low and gravelly in your ear that you involuntarily moaned into his palm, hoping to Godric himself that it was muffled well enough. "Maybe I should make you scream for me...make you show him who the fuck you call daddy..."

He slammed into you with abandon, his hips grinding against your ass as he took you from behind, his hands gripping you hard.

“Tell him it’s occupied,” he muttered, his voice so deep and dark it involuntarily made you clench around him. “Tell him you’ll be right out.”

You shook your head, panic gripping you, but Mattheo wasn’t interested in your protests. In a swift motion, he reached behind him, grasping the gun off the counter, pressing the cold metal of the barrel tight to your temple.

“I’m going to release your mouth, and you’re going to do it, understand me?” You felt the overwhelming power of his need radiating through every inch of your body. “Do it, or I’ll unlock that door and let him in.”

You clenched again, body trembling as he continued fucking deep into you, his hand slowly leaving your mouth as you reluctantly nodded. You knew this gun couldn’t hurt you, even if Mattheo wanted it to, but the mere prospect of it being held against your temple did something to you, enough to make you want to submit to him without hesitation.

When his fingers slipped to your jaw, you inhaled, gathering your strength to speak. “O-occupied! I’ll only be a f-few…”

Mattheo huffed, slowly descending the gun from your head before tossing it back onto the counter. He slowed his pace for a few seconds, as though he was waiting for Theo to leave, before his fervour took over and his palm clamped over your mouth again.

"Mm, fuck..." he moaned, seemingly unable to help himself. You could feel his breath hot on your neck, his muscles flexing and tensing with every powerful thrust. "I'm going to cum so deep in this pussy...you're going to be so full of my fucking cum, Raven, fuck..."

Mattheo growled hungrily, driving into you even harder as he chased his own release. You felt his body tense, you knew he was close. "You're going to feel it, baby...for the rest of the night you're going to feel my cum dripping from your tight little cunt...running down your thighs..." he groaned, lips pressed against your ear. "As you walk out of here...as you look my best friend in the fucking eyes...fuck-"

Before he could finish the sentence, his breath sputtered, his fingers digging deeper into your skin as he spilled his release deep inside of your pussy. You could feel the warmth spreading through you as his cock continued to pulse and twitch, each ministration sending new waves of pleasure crashing over your body.

For a moment, the two of you simply stood there, gasping for air, your bodies trembling with the aftershocks of your shared passion. It was as if time stood still, the world outside the bathroom door ceasing to exist as you remained locked in your embrace, lost in the aftermath of your all-encompassing ecstasy. And as the intensity between you and Mattheo finally subsided, leaving both of you exhausted and sated, a comfortable silence enveloped the room. Amidst the quiet, you subtly moved to fix yourselves, the air still charged with the remnants of passion.

Once you were settled, you noticed a moment when Mattheo's attention waned, and curiosity got the better of you. Deciding to seize the moment, you reached for his gun.

"What's the purpose of this?...especially tonight?" you inquired, your fingers tracing over the barrel. The cool, unyielding metal pressed against your skin, raising questions in the hushed aftermath. "Why do you carry it with you?"

Mattheo's gaze lifted, his fingers diligently working to fasten his belt, yet his jaw tensed in response to the proposed questions. You could tell his brain was already formulating ways to deflect, his guarded expression betraying the reluctance to divulge.

"Don't worry about it, Raven," he retorted, the words coldly dismissing you with a mere glance. “It can’t hurt anyone.”

“Still,” your brow furrowed with concern. "You could get expelled, Mattheo, or even worse-"

"Could, but I won't," he interjected, the statement delivered with a stark flatness. Stepping toward you, he extended a hand, a slow and deliberate gesture. "Give it to me."

A firm "no" escaped your lips as you instinctively backed away. "Not until you tell me what it's for."

Mattheo's smirk emerged, a slow and calculated advance accompanying an amused glint in his eyes. "Don't play with me, Raven. You know you won't win."

Your measured retreat brought you ever closer to the approaching wall, the only thing that you knew would put a for-certain end to your defiance. The intensity in your voice reflected your internal struggle, demanding answers.

"Why won't you tell me?" The question hung in the charged air, a challenge he couldn't sidestep. "I can't think of one good reason why-“

"You said you trusted me," he countered, his jaw clenching with a mix of frustration and determination.

"I'm trying," you hissed, your teeth barred with emotion. "You're not making it very easy for me."

Amusement danced in his eyes as your back met the unyielding wall, a soft gasp betraying your resolve. He tilted his head, closing the remaining distance until he stood right before you. Two strong arms encaged you against the wall beneath him, asserting dominance in the charged silence, the unspoken standoff between you escalating with every passing heartbeat.

"Now what, hm?" Mattheo mused, a twinkle of sadistic amusement dancing in his eyes. He wet his lips, his gaze flickering to yours, the gun in your hand tucked securely behind your back. "I've got you trapped, princess..."

"Mattheo, please," your voice held a desperate plea, refusing to entertain his games. "This is me begging..."

"For what?" he demanded, a challenging edge in his tone.

"For even the smallest glimpse into your life..." you whispered, your voice quivering, as if fearing the vulnerability of your admission. "I want you, Mattheo, but I can't keep doing this if you won't open up to me...you know everything about me, and all I know about you is that you hate the colour yellow..."

Mattheo huffed, smirking. "It's a wretched c-"

"Please," you interrupted, lifting your free hand to his face. Your thumb brushed gently over his cheekbone, the gesture laden with a tender plea. "I'm on your side…no matter what."

The intensity in your gaze drilled into him, each word you spoke carrying a profound weight that you hoped he could decipher. The silence that lingered between you was thick, fraught with unspoken tension that hung in the air like a dense fog. Then, he inhaled sharply, his entire demeanor shifting as he lifted his wrist to check the time on his watch.

"Fine," he uttered, his voice devoid of any discernible emotion, a stoic façade masking the complexities beneath. "But we have to leave right now."

Your brows furrowed in confusion, lips parting to voice your inquiry. "What?"

"Right now, Raven," he reiterated, urgency punctuating his words. "You want to know what the gun is for, I'll bloody well show you."

As you blinked in response, still partially stunned, he extended his hand once again, gesturing for you to surrender the weighty weapon. Swallowing your confusion, you carefully placed the firearm in his calloused palm, searching his eyes for any clue about the impending journey.

"Where?" you finally questioned, your gaze unwavering as he tucked the gun back into his pants. "Where are we going?"

Mattheo sighed, a complex mixture of emotions crossing his features as he ran a hand through his hair. Each step he took toward the door seemed laden with the gravity of a decision yet to unfold.

"The Forbidden Forest."

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Here’s chapter 27->

[q1ngqve]

let me cook...... the reader gambling with Aventurine BUT when someone lose the bet, they have to strip one of their clothes (they don't feel ashamed at all but they have to do this due to their addiction......)

he has you tricked from the moment you agreed to play strip poker with him because he knew you couldn’t say no to a game of gambling!

even manipulated you into suggesting adding stripping to the game to make it more interesting. lets you win the first two rounds to make you feel the surge of serotonin which boosts your ego and confidence, and it's not that he minded losing, he has too many layers and accessories on him so it didn’t really matter

you on the other hand, had a few jewelry on you along with a red dress, so if you kept losing, it would only be a matter of time until you’re fully naked before him 😧 it didn’t feel like it was something you should be worried about when you lost the next few rounds, you were confident in your abilities after all

you’d tease him, hand on your chin as your legs crossed, your heels touching his calf gently as you bat your eyelashes at him. and he’d smile back at you, a wicked glint flicking under his sunglasses as he revealed his hand, and you groan, knowing you’ve lost yet again

and then it starts spiraling downhill, you’re losing round after round, until you’re down to only your dress, the nervousness starts to kick in. suddenly you’re sitting up straight, eyes narrowing as you rack your brain, thinking of what to do next so as to secure your hand

aventurine is a tease!!! smirks at you silently from across the table as he watches you try to not show your panic! relaxes into his chair as you reveal your hand, a defeated sigh escaping you, your hands sweating against the dress

“not so confident anymore, are we? ” you’d kick him lightly as his eyebrow raise, gesturing for you to remove the dress

but you notice the way his breathing quickens as you stand, your hands reaching down to lift your dress slowly, the fabric pooling at your feet a second later. your own breathing hitches when his chair scrapes across the floor and he stalks over to you, his fingers twitching when they glide on your waist

"can I kiss you?" he curses himself inside, why would he blurt something so embarrassing out like that at a time like this? "sorry, I—" and he steps back, the heat from his hands lingering on your waist as you watch him remove his suit jacket before draping it on your shoulders

aventurine stumbles a little on his feet when you pull him in by his collar, your lips crashing against his, hard. he kisses you back with equal fervor, his hands wrapping around your body, pulling you so close you could feel his heat radiating and enveloping you

[soap-ify]

nsfw below , minors dni.

okay but what if price and reader dress up as mr. and mrs.claus for christmas?

cw : brief mention of size difference (price is taller), smut, p in v, you sit on price's lap because he is dressed as santa!

“is this really necessary?”

john called out from the living room, adjusting the santa costume you made him wear, the thick fabric making him feel a bit hot though it was probably due to the heater as well.

since you didn’t reply to him, he assumed that you were still dressing up. it was your idea that you both should dress up as mr. and mrs.claus for the christmas party the taskforce was hosting this year, and he had reluctantly agreed to it despite knowing that the other men were never going to let him live this down — though he had to admit that the santa costume did somewhat suit him. embarrassingly enough.

you soon came out of the bedroom, a shy yet gleeful smile adorning your lips as you walked over to the taller man, standing in front of him so he could see you cladded in the red and white mrs. claus dress. it was quite fitting, highlighting every dip and curve of your body, falling a few inches above your knees. if it was any more shorter, price would have actually fainted — in a good way.

“h-holy shit, love.” he stammered out, voice suddenly all hoarse due to his throat going dry while his blue eyes took in your attire, noticing the adorable santa hat you had on your head.

mrs.claus. he had the biggest urge to just propose to you right here and now, to actually make you his wife. though he had planned that for some other day.

patience, john.

“do i look good?” you asked softly, eyes twinkling happily due to him having agreed to your silly idea. he silently nodded, one hand reaching out to gently cup the side of your face, adoring the way you instantly leaned into him.

“you look good too, john.” you giggled, and john failed to hold in a playful scoff, rolling his eyes.

“you’re really making me look too old, love. thank god i’m not wearing a fake white beard.” he grumbled and scooped you into his strong arms, earning a squeak from you.

“you don’t look old!” you protested, unable to hold in the giggles that continued to escape you, making his heart swell up with all the love he held for you.

john huffed softly and leaned down a bit to press soft kisses on your cheek, his beard tickling your skin. his callused hands begin to gently caress your waist up and down before resting on your ass, his fingers reaching down a bit to sneakily pull up the hem of the dress, revealing more and more of your plushy thighs until your panties were in view.

“such a skimpy dress. is this all f’me, honey?” he whispered into your ear, causing your insides to heat up with arousal, nodding gently while your hands held tightly onto his shoulders, your legs already feeling wobbly due to his touches.

“how are we supposed to go to the party if you plan on tempting me like this?” his lips begin leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck, hands gently pushing you onto the couch so you would lay down on it, getting all comfortable.

blood rushed to your cheeks as he got above you, his hands lifting up the little bottom of your dress fully up till your tummy, admiring the way your panties were snug on you, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he took in the cute reindeer patterns on your panties.

“john… we’ll be late.” you mumbled weakly, your legs already spreading a bit wider for him. you didn’t really care for the party at this moment too, focused solely on the way your boyfriend was pressing soft kisses down to your collarbone, his hands kneading the flesh of your thighs while his face buried itself into your clothed chest, pressing kisses on the curve of your breasts, feeling the soft fabric of the dress under his lips.

“we’ll make it quick. and then after the party, i promise to fuck you properly.”

your eyes caught the sight of his boner straining against his red santa trousers, liquid warm pooling in your panties as you nibbled your bottom lip, hips bucking up in the air — a silent plea for him.

your little move was the final straw for him, his hands eagerly pulling your panties down that had a visible wet patch in them. great, now your only pair of christmas themed panties were ruined. you whined and thought.

“i’ll buy you lots of new ones, love.” he said mirthfully, as if having read your thoughts.

your hands eagerly helped by tugging down his santa pants and boxers, the sight of his bare girthy cock and the bushy dark happy trail making you drool.

in one swift move, he sat up straight and pulled you on top of his lap, a cheeky grin adorning his laps.

“c’mere and sit on santa’s lap.” he chuckled, earning some gentle swats on his chest by you, your poor naked cunt rubbing desperately against his throbbing cock.

“stop t-teasing me!” you whimpered under your breath, your soft hands cupping his face before you pressed your lips against his, kissing him needily, feeling him groan into your mouth as his hands gripped your waist tight and gently guided the head of his cock at the entrance of your leaking cunt, giving it some little rubs before gently pushing his cock in.

your walls instantly clenched around him, sucking him in while your hips twitched, the familiar stretch making your brain blank out for a second.

his hands held onto your soft hips tight, helping you slide up and down his cock, pulling back from the kiss so he could look at your face, drinking in every little twitch.

one hand reached down to gently rub your puffy clit, your slick making it easy for him to slide his thumb back and forth on the bundle of nerves.

you both reached the party quite late after that.

[anystalker707]

dark red lipstick

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gn, amab] Reader Summary: Being handled by the hottest cook ever while he wears a tight red dress and wears bold lipstick Tags: sanji in a dress / top sanji / bottom reader / dominant sanji

Requested by anon ["Hey so uhm for a request, what about Sanji in a tight dress, high heels (maybe even lipstick?) and male reader (amab) who is down bad and completely flustered about it 👀👀 (I don't mind who tops/bottoms)"]

MASTERLIST

          Sanji was intoxicating. He wore a deep red tube dress that went until the middle of his thighs, clinging tightly to his skin. His stiletto high heels and bold lipstick matched the tone of his dress, and it was practically impossible to look away from his lips while they closed around the cigarette like that. Fuck.

Sanji had eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow on, maybe mascara or fake eyelashes, which suited him so well. The jewelry, even—pearl necklace, golden bracelet, rings… Your face burnt hot just from watching him stand there smoking, with a hand on his hip, weight just on one of his legs…

“Did you lose something on my face?” Sanji was looking at you—more like glaring—, holding his stained cigarette away from his dark red lips, his nails painted the same color. Keeping your eyes on his face was hard, ironically, you still held eye contact when he spoke to you.

“…No. There’s nothing,” you muttered, trying to feign disinterest as you looked ahead of yourself again with a sigh. Not looking at him felt like a sacrifice or a trial. Why did you feel all like that, though? For how long would you be able to keep yourself off Sanji?

          Sanji’s lips were on yours the moment everyone had left, swiftly cupping the sides of your neck to bring you for a kiss. The kiss was firm, and Sanji made you follow the slow rhythm he imposed to make out with you. He nipped on your bottom lip before his tongue slipped into your mouth again, gliding along your own until he finally managed to snatch a stifled sound from you.

The kisses went from your lips to your neck, leaving behind stains of red lipstick over love bites. Your mind was still fuzzy despite the moans that escaped your lips, struggling to process anything that wasn’t the kisses he gave you. They were more than enough to make your brain malfunction and take your breath away, making it barely possible to return his affection, despite how much you wanted to. His hands slowly trailed your torso before he took your shirt off, not minding how your mushy brain just went along with whatever he did.

A groan escaped your lips when Sanji pulled away, pressing his hand to your chest until you had to lean back against the desk behind you, propped up on your elbows. Sanji didn’t meet your eyes, and you could swear he muttered something like ‘pathetic’ while working on taking your pants off. If anything, it only turned you on even more. The way he was practically using you. It wasn’t new that you’d been lusting over him for a while now, but being taken by him like this was something that even your mind couldn’t summon during lonely nights with your thoughts.

“Sanji,” you breathed, and your cock twitched when his eyes met yours, that look making all the words fade away from your mind—all you could do was groan, earning yourself a pleased smirk from him with it.

Your clothes were on the ground, but Sanji was still fully dressed up, eyeing you as if you were a meal, and he was starving. It made you feel somewhat vulnerable, though you wouldn’t object to Sanji’s actions—absolutely not. He nudged your legs open; it didn’t take him much for you to comply.

The arousal pooled down in your lower stomach heavily, and you wondered how long you would last when Sanji actually touched you. Maybe you wouldn’t have to wonder for a lot longer, as he stroked your inner thigh, rubbing circles into the skin with his thumb, so close, but not quite. Your cock twitched when his finger dove further, and Sanji suppressed a chuckle when you whimpered, your hands clenching into fists. You needed it so badly.

Sanji’s hand moved to your cock but betrayed you, finding its way up your torso instead, but you didn’t have space to complain when he pinched your nipple. It was experimental, testing your reaction, with his free hand resting on your thigh, squeezing it a little.

The pleasure from the simple action was more than you expected, making your skin rise in shivers. Your eyes were glued to his hand, watching the way his thumb pressed against your nipple, but what really made you lose it was how he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, leaving another lipstick mark, right around it. It felt like a prize. Your mind was all fuzzy, and your heart was beating like crazy just from that.

Cold air replaced Sanji’s warm breathing against your skin, and you had to hold back a sound of disappointment, but was there anything to be disappointed in? Sanji held your gaze as he took a tube of lipstick from the drawer and ran it along his bottom lip before he rubbed his lips together, retouching his makeup to leave new, fresh marks down your torso as he kissed it.

You were marked from your lips to your crotch. The sight almost made you go crazy. How could he have such power? He hadn’t even touched your cock yet, but you were already falling apart under his pampering. It must’ve amused him so much.

Sanji took a bottle of lube from the desk’s drawer this time, making you wonder what else he kept in there, and what for. The thoughts faded away from your mind as the cold liquid poured down your cock and your crotch, making you gasp softly at the contrast to your hot skin. You barely had the time to catch your breath before Sanji’s finger pressed into our hole, and you didn’t know whether to hate or love it.

As much as the sensation of finally receiving a proper touch was good, you couldn’t help but want more from Sanji. Still, he insisted on taking it slow and torturing you, holding your gaze in a hard expression that only turned into a pleased one when you gasped, gripping the edges of the table. He’d found the exact spot to avoid, keeping the motions of his fingers too shallow while spreading the lube inside you, making you curse.

“Sanji,” you breathed, trying to hook a leg around his waist to bring him closer, but he shook his head and stepped back, chuckling at your frustration when his fingers left you, too. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” you chanted under your breath as your cock twitched, aching with the sudden interruption of the pleasure that you craved so much, making it uncomfortably fizzle away. “You fucking suck.”

“You wish I did, actually,” Sanji said, and you found yourself without a proper answer, giving him a look of frustration—if anything, it humored him.

Sanji sighed as he shook his head a little to get the hair away from his face before he lifted his dress, and the sight of his flushed, hard cock made something stir inside you. Your breath hitched as your walls clenched around nothing, more pre-cum escaping your cock, all just from watching Sanji lube himself up for you. Having Sanji see and handle you like that was pathetic, but you wouldn’t have it any other way right now.

Sanji ran a hand through his hair, lips pressed together in a small smile that he tried to suppress while he held the base of his cock, his free hand holding your thigh up a little. His tip pressed to your hole, warm and slick, and Sanji’s blue irises were but thin blue rings around blown pupils, taking in every single detail of how desperate you were, melting under practically every touch of his. He enjoyed the mess you were in, making sure to worsen it as he pushed just the tip of his cock in before pulling back, smiling wider when you whimpered involuntarily, thighs quivering.

Another shaky breath escaped your lips as you wrapped your hands into fists, silencing a curse. Maybe Sanji would extend this torture even more if you kept giving him the desperate reactions he wanted. You bit your lip, keeping your eyes closed for a moment.

“You’re not as good as you think you are,” Sanji reminded, taking away your opportunity to answer by pushing his cock in properly, snatching a gasp from you. The feeling sent a sparkle of pleasure up your spine, drowning the discomfort and pain of the new intrusion, stretching you out.

It was just what you craved, compelling you to melt when Sanji’s cock bottomed out inside you, pressing to all the right spots, just the way you’d been fantasizing about him to do once you lay your eyes on him. An embarrassingly loud moan escaped your lips once his cock drew back and pushed in again, the tentative thrusts compelling your thighs to quiver. He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder and firmed his arm around your thigh as his free hand kept around your hip, holding you exactly where he wanted.

The thoughts started to escape your grasp and slip behind a fuzzy fog that took over your mind with pleasure, in a hazy state that Sanji appreciated so much, while finally setting up a pace. It wasn’t too fast, but it was intense, drawing moans from your lips whenever he thrust in and the tip of his cock brushed the spot inside you that made you squirm.

“More,” you managed to choke out. Your leg locked around Sanji’s waist, not wanting the waves of pleasure to stop. It felt so fucking good that it was almost unbelievable, almost making you embarrassed about it if you weren’t so lost, so turned on just by the fact that Sanji was looking extra hot today. How did he even manage to have such a fucking grasp on you…?

Sanji grumbled something that you couldn’t understand, but you could catch the sound of pleasure that escaped his lips when he adjusted his grip around your leg, and fuck, your eyes rolled back when his thrusts started picking up pace. Sanji’s eyes were fixed on your face when you opened your eyes again, and his lips parted in a grin before he kissed your calf, leaving more lipstick marks along your skin.

“Oh, my,” Sanji muttered with a groan as he squeezed your hip before he trailed his hand up your torso and squeezed your pec. His thumb trailed around your nipple before he gave it a pinch, trying to find more ways to make you squirm and clench nice and good around his cock. It took you some considerable effort not to buck your hips, though you were almost sure it wouldn’t be so easy to do it anyway, in the given position.

Sanji’s hand only left your thigh so that it would hold your cock instead, and just the fact he held it already made you gasp, clenching down around him at the same time your cock twitched in his hand. Being filled by him, having his hand around your cock, all while he played with your nipple… Keeping up with everything was hard.

“You’re really pitiful,” Sanji muttered. His thumb brushed along your bottom lip, tugging on it a little before slipping into your mouth. “You like this, don’t you? I bet I could fucking step on you, and you’d still enjoy it,” he muttered without much surprise, his voice becoming restrained when you clenched around him, clearly aroused by his words, much to his pleasure.

“Ugh, fuck,” you gasped, words messy around Sanji’s finger. You arched your back in an attempt to get Sanji to continue hitting that spot that made your legs weak and your balls tighten, trying your best to ignore how the hard surface of the desk dug into your skin and how your lower back hurt. It eventually got unbearable, so you had no choice but to relax back against the table with a sound that embarrassingly reminded to a whimper, muffled around Sanji’s thumb as it pressed down to your tongue.

“Gonna cum, my love?” Sanji said in a soft tone with a mocking edge, but if anything, it only contributed to the feeling building up in your lower stomach. “C’mon, cum for me, yeah?” He mumbled, his thumb pressing to your tongue again, the insistent touch only becoming gentler when you closed your lips around his finger.

Sanji’s sweet words while his cock was buried inside you, his finger pressed to your tongue, his other hand pumped your cock… Your mind got fuzzier each time before it blanked out, tingles running up your thighs as your balls tightened, and you fucking came with a muffled moan, the string of soft whimpers escaping your throat. Your thighs quivered, your arms giving up under you as your back met the desk’s surface, but you only came back to reality when Sanji’s cum painted your thighs, some of it reaching up to your lower stomach. Shit. Way too good.

“Baby? You’re okay?” Sanji’s hand patted your cheeks a couple of times, and you didn’t know whether a moment or two had passed by, not sure of your grip on reality.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” you groaned, squirming a little. “Y’know, maybe I should enjoy you a little bit more before you take those clothes and makeup off. It must’ve taken some effort, so I better enjoy it…”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[k-hotchoisan]

i looove your page, congrats on 500!!!! would you be able to do #9 for the follower event?

9. Handjob to Jongho or Blowjob to San?

I GOT A GOOD ONE FOR THIS HOL UP!!!

ALSO thank you so much for the praise (keep it coming I got a praise kink Jkjk UNLESS 👀👀👀👀)

ALSO BROSKIS WE’RE HALF WAY THERE oN THE LIST!!!! LIVING IN A ON PRAYER!!!

Where San can’t get his eyes off your lips when you try on the red lipstick he bought for you so he smears it off you in a different way.

Warnings: smut, pwp, SAN’S COCK, blowjobs, San is in a fucking suit (and it’s driving me insane), ruined make up

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff (message me for taglist!)

K’s 500: this or that masterlist here!

San discreetly stares down at you while you apply the lipstick he bought for you, the way the deep red presses smoothly across your plump lips, the way it transfers to your top lip when you press your lips to a thin line, and your lips look even fuller than before. He knows he picked the perfect red to compliment your skin tone but what he failed to factor in was that it made your face too fuckable, and now he’s getting slightly hot and bothered by the way you purse your lips, the way you look even more seductive when you part your lips slightly when you’re checking yourself in the reflection, especially when you’re in your evening dress, shoulders out in that backless dress he also bought for you. He glances at his watch. There’s still time before the dinner, he thinks, so he walks over to you, letting his primal instincts flood his senses when you turn to stare at him with the doe eyes, just asking to be ruined.

“You look ravishing, darling”, he whispers, as his large hands cup your jaw. He doesn’t give you chance to answer before his lips are pressing light, teasing kisses on along your jaw. You giggle at how ticklish it feels, but your breathing grows heavy when he begins nipping on your neck—sucking and biting the exposed tender flesh.

He pulls back, slightly breathless, and you spot wildness reflected in his gaze. But he only dons a smirk before simply saying, “couldn’t help myself if my doll looks like that.”

You return another giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, giving him a peck on your lover’s lips. San barely gives you a second before he stares down at your lips and he’s fully erect. He pulls you in for a deeper kiss, swiping his tongue on your bottom lip, biting and tugging slightly, letting his tongue get tangled with yours as he pulls you onto his lap on the bed.

“S-San, the lipstick’s gonna get ruined”, you panic slightly, but he seals your lips with his, with the knowledge he’d definitely leave smudge marks, but that all the more only riles him up more to ruin it.

“Oh the lipstick is meant to be ruined, baby”, he hums as he licks his lips, staring at the slight smearing at the corner of your lips.

You’re considering the dinner timing now, and San seems to read your mind. “We have still have time. I won’t ruin your dress or make up, doll. I just want to ruin your lipstick with my dick”, he says, letting your hands rest on his god fucking hard-on. It’s too good to resist.

And you know how well San keeps his promises.

Sure enough, you’re on your knees on the plush carpet, giving San’s pretty dick kitten licks, and San’s stroking your hair gently. You hold the eye contact, because you know it drives your man insane when you let him fuck your mouth while you stare up at him, and it fucking does. He groans, his fingers entangled in your hair, making you take more of his length in. You gag, letting the drool pool at the corners of your lips.

“Fuck. This might be new favourite kink,” San mutters, watching the way your lips struggle to go down his length, smearing the pigment along his length. Undoubtedly, the feeling of his fingers gently tugging against your scalp felt borderline euphoric.

“You feel so good, doll”, he groans, watching you bob your head, taking his whole cock in your mouth perfectly. “So fucking perfect.” Your heart and cunt can’t help but flutter at his words.

“Don’t cry, darling. It’ll ruin the mascara”, he reminds you, despite tugging against your hair. He’s fucking relishing at the sight of your lipstick now, completely smudged, some transferring onto his cock, and you looking up at him through your lashes. As promised, he doesn’t fuck your face, because he knows you took way too long on baking your face, but it’s taking him all his self control not to just make you cry. Your muffled groans only makes him push your head deeper in as your eyes roll back at how good his cock feels hitting the back of your throat.

“You’ll be a good girl and take all of my cum, right?” San asks, his grip lightening, and he’s back to stroking your hair. You nod as you look up, your eyes are so glazed and desperate, which makes San chuckle. God, how much he fucking adores you. He loves how much of a good girl you are for him.

San’s face contorts to one of pleasure, as he feels his orgasm about to hit any second, and from the way his cock is twitching in your mouth, you look up once more, soaking in how fucked out your lover looks.

“Fuck. That’s it, doll. So fucking good. I’m cumming”, he grunts, feeling his eyes rolls back, holding your head still as he empties his cum down your tight throat, moaning about how fucking tight your mouth is, how it’s made for his cock just like your cunt, as the saltiness trickles down your throat that you try to take. He gingerly pulls out , jerking from the aftershocks of the orgasm, looking at the way his cock is covered in pretty shades of red smudges and your mouth—barely any remnants of the lipstick left, smudged across your lips and face, only cum and drool leaking past your lips. San really wants to just forgo the dinner just to fuck you and breed you till you’re sore for days on end, but he ultimately decides that being patient reaps the most benefits.

He takes you by your arms and lifts you up, kissing you on the lips. “You did so well, doll”, he hums before he goes over to take two things—wet tissues and the lipstick.

“Don’t move”, he cautions you, as he pats the wet tissue over your mouth, cleaning off the remnants of cum and drool, before he uncaps the lipstick, holding your jaw with his available hand, as he leans in closer to press the pigment onto your swollen lips.

With a smile that reflects yours within that close proximity, San makes a mental note to make sure he completely ruins your make up once the both of you are back from the dinner.

[sarahscribbles]

Imagine kneeling before Loki, his legs splayed sluttishly wide as you begin to worship him. Soon, the only parts of him exposed to you are his thighs and his cock (because the black suit stays on, of course)…

Okay, bye! 😈

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟖𝟖𝟒

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠)

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Loki’s back hits the wall with a satisfying thump, though it isn’t nearly as satisfying as the deep groan that follows in quick succession from between his parted lips. Yours latch on instantly to the exposed skin above the collar of his shirt - it’s soft and warm and begging to be covered in your marks. 

You want to see splotches of purple and red blossom on his throat and spell out your name- reminders to anyone who looks that this god is yours. 

Hungrily, you graze your teeth along his skin and he shivers violently in response, all while rolling his hips so you can feel the aching evidence of his arousal press against your lower stomach. 

“Darling….ah -” He’s interrupted by your sharp nip to the skin just below his jaw. “Darling…we’re…we’re already late.” His complaint is half hearted, you know; already his hands are resting on your hips to pull you flush against him. 

“Don’t care,” you answer, nibbling along his jaw in just the way he loves. As expected, he whines shamelessly and angles his head to grant you better access, silently begging you for more. 

It’s more you’re all too happy to give him. 

The party downstairs is in your honour, but you don’t care. The sight of Loki in that black suit has turned you feral and you aren’t leaving the room until you’ve thoroughly worshipped him. How can you resist the black silk that ripples across his broad chest, so soft that it calls you by name to reach out and trace the outline of his abs - that alone is enough to have him keen. 

But it’s when your hands snake around his stomach to glide down his back and squeeze his ass - perfectly hugged by those dress trousers - that you know the party is the last thing on his mind. 

He groans freely at your touch and looks down at you through half lidded eyes. “Little minx,” he says hoarsely, the beginning of a smirk pulling at his lips. 

Oh, he’s well aware of the effect he has on you. 

You reach up and tangle one hand in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss so slow and so deep that you briefly forget how to breathe. “Are you complaining?” you ask when his lips finally leave yours, though they linger in such a way you half expect him to devour you. 

His green eyes glittering before you are blown wide with lust. “Definitely not,” he answers, raising a hand to briefly tweak your nipple through the thin material of your dress. 

You don’t break eye contact as you fold to your knees before him, watching his eyes darken and his lips form a perfect O of surprise. When your hands reach for the leather belt around his hips, they snap out almost of their own accord. 

It doesn’t take long to free him, to have his aching cock right in front of you already dripping and begging for attention. The tops of his pale thighs and his throbbing erection are all that’s visible from beneath the expensive black material because you aren’t letting him take the suit off, not even for a second. 

Arousal pools in your core like liquid sin, becoming all the more molten when Loki lets you coax his thighs wider with a simple press of your hand. “How are you real?” you breathe out, admiring the sight of him still fully dressed but fully exposed before you. “And how are you mine?” 

You can’t help but place tiny bites along his inner thighs and your reward is his small cries of pleasure with each nip of your teeth. “Don’t…don’t tease me, darling…please,” he whines in little more than a whisper, his hips rolling desperately off the wall in search of your mouth. 

Before he can beg again, your lips are wrapped firmly around his cock.

His sharp cry of pleasure echoes off the walls. “Fuck, darling…yes!” He grunts through gritted teeth as you worship him. It’s sloppy and messy and saliva drips down your chin, but Loki’s moans and grunts and whimpers make it worthwhile. 

Nothing compares to the sound of him coming undone. 

“Norns…fuck…darling I’m…I’m going to come,” he warns in a ragged voice. 

By now, his hand is twisted in your hair, holding you on his cock. You grip the base of it in one hand while your mouth continues to work him towards release. Barely a minute later, you feel him explode down your throat in thick, hot ropes. His groans of release sound musical, and you stay on his cock until his hand goes slack. 

He doesn’t say a word as you tuck him away - he can’t - but his heavy panting is all the reward you need. You’re shaky as you get to your feet, but Loki’s hands are quickly at your elbows.

When you look at him he looks drunk on the pleasure you’ve just given him. Eyes cloudy, cheeks pink, and lips still glistening. His hand quickly twists to the base of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss that sends butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“I’m afraid we’ll be leaving early tonight, my darling,” he murmurs when his lips leave yours again. “I’m going to require all night to return the favour.”

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[kentosbabes]

quicky in the bathroom?

toji x f!reader

content; bathroom sex, eats you out, toji in a suit, p in v :p

you can feel his heated glances at you ever since you walked into the room, you'd have to be a fool or just plain blind not to notice him. his energy unmatched in the corner of the room, staring at his nursed cup of whisky for the whole night. you had only been at the bar to celebrate your friend's birthday, but you've been sent on a mission by her to get some drinks from the front and bring them back. you roll your eyes, but obviously, you're not going to ignore the birthday girl's wishes are you?

you make your way over to the bar, hips swaying as you do, and lean forward reciting the order of some minty mojitos and asking them to just make any type of cocktail they feel. at this point, toji is now fully staring at you. lust in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. he gives you an intense once over, taking his time to check you out. you suppose he is an attractive man, with a white shirt that's unbuttoned at the top and smart suit trousers. he comes up to you whilst your drinks are being made, introducing himself as toji, and asking if you'd want to go to the bathroom with him. usually, if you had been a little soberer, you'd say no. but alas, a hot man is propositioning you and you've been needing a good fuck.

he tells the man working the bar to hold on to the drinks for a bit and hold your hand, tugging you to the bathroom. he pauses and looks down at you, and you had a peculiar feeling of being a rabbit caught by a fox. his hands started to roam your body, slamming his lips to yours. he groaned as you pulled the top of your dress down so he can feel your tits in your bra. mewling, he leaned into your ear "don't want the whole bar to hear us, keep it down and I might reward you." his breath tickled your neck. let them, who cares? you yanked his tie to get closer "i want you, now."

"yes, ma'am." he winked at you and knelt on the floor, bunching up your dress and pulling down your panties. he teased you, commenting on how wet and needy you seemed to be for him and his dick. he started slow, toji liked to see you come undone with just his fingers, imagine how you would look on his dick. toji could feel the cool tile on his knees and shin, fabric pooling at his feet. looking up at you he started to tentatively kiss your thighs, moving closer and closer up your legs until he got to your cunt. spitting on it, you found it juxtaposing the image in front of you. a handsome, well-bred, obviously rich man who is in a suit and tie doing something so lewd and crude. it sent heat down there, one that could only be satiated by his tongue. toji started to lick you, slow at first but precise, he defiantly knew what he was doing with his movement. his calloused finger made its way into your pussy and the combination of his hot mouth and finger in you sent you to your edge. he paused, "as much as i want you to cum on my mouth, i would rather you cum on my dick."

he leaned in for another kiss, biting your bottom lip and running his tongue down your neck. it sent shivers down your spine, "you're ready now aren't you?" unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers, you could see his dick tenting. you have never seen a dick that big, and this is going to sound cliche but how would that even fit in you? you voice this to him and all he does is smile, "don't worry darlin' it will. trust me with this." you nod, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

he positioned himself to your pussy, thrusting up in one swift motion. only pausing to allow you to feel comfortable, "you ok?" you nod- biting your bottom lip. he reared back and dragged himself up inch by inch, painstakingly slow, it was as if he gain pleasure from watching you fight the urge to just tell him to go fast. eventually, it was too much and you just asked him, whispering to go faster. "hm? i can't hear you darlin' say it again a lil louder for me." he was wearing a sardonic smile and mirth playing at his lips. "p-please can you go faster?" you whined. your wish was his command, you twitched and writhed while he started to move to a faster rhythmic pace. "fucking beautiful, i know you like this, us hiding in the bathroom of the bar." toji grunted, rocking back and faster into you, you could tell he was nearing his end as his balls started to tighten up and he stilled. your pussy squeezed his cock as he quickly asked if he could cum in you, you wanted to know if his cum would be as hot as his dick was and you were on the pill. he slammed into your cunt sending rope after rope of white cum, rooted deep into you.

you flutter your eyes closed for a second in bliss, you could still feel his cum dripping down your overstimulated slit. "do you want to go again?" he nodded "i'll drive you to my hotel."

[notyetneedcoffee]

Sharp

Kinktober - Knife Play NSFW - Adults only

Summary: Loki likes your dress better on the floor

The smooth silk felt cool under your fingertips. It shone a deep emerald green. A complicated pattern of silk straps held the dress up. Gold threads and shining jewels adorned the neckline where it plunged between your breasts. As much as the bodice hugged your figure, the skirt of the gown flowed long and full. Spinning slowly before the mirror, your stomach fluttered from the thrill of such a gorgeous gown.

Soft steps drew your attention.

In the full-length mirror you saw Loki pause in the doorway. He stood tall, stiff. A small crease developed on his forehead. Even when he looked cross, he was captivating. His black curls touched the wide shoulders of his fitted black suit.

You spun once more. “You don’t like it?”

Loki’s eyes flared green and a mischievous grin grew upon his face. “I’ll show what I think of it.”

As his walked across the room, a shimmer of green flowed over his frame, transforming the black business suit to just black silk lounging pants. Your tongue slid along your lower lip at the sight of his firm chest.  He moved with predatory intention, causing you to take a step back.

Hands landed upon your upper arms to hold you still. Head snapping around, your mouth dropped open at the sight of a Loki doppelganger stepping out of the mirror. Damn, his magic was cool.

Loki, the real one, stopped just in front of you. You had to tip your head up to look at his face. Long, cool fingers brushed along your cheek. They traveled down your neck and trailed along the edge of the fabric, teasing the skin of your chest. Bumps rose on your arms as you shivered.

He held out one hand and a dagger, nearly as long as his forearm, appeared in his hand. You sucked in a breath. Loki leveled the knife at you. His doppelganger held you firm. The edge of the kissed your skin, not to damage you but to let you feel the cold blade. Your pulse quickened.

With a flick of his wrist one of the silk straps sliced free.

“Loki!” You squeaked.

He smiled, leaning close. His nose lightly rubbed against yours. “I said I would show you what I think of your gown.” His lip grazed yours even though you frowned.

“You really don’t like it?”

“I think it’s lovely.” He smiled. “I just think it will look even better pooled at your feet.”

Loki’s mouth crashed into yours. His tongue demanding. You kissed him back, pulling against the hands of the doppelganger with the instinct to reach for him. Loki pulled back with a wide smile. He teased your collarbone with the edge of the blade. Your teeth pulled at your lower lip as he cut through another section of your gown.

He chuckled deep as he felt your heartbeat pick up. He leaned close, caressing the edge of your ear with his tongue. “Excited, my pet?”

“Yes.” You breathed.

“Mmm, good.”

Loki continued to touch you with the blade. Its cold steel kissed the skin of your neck, your shoulder. He used a bit more pressure every so often, making you gasp. A thrill of fear stirred up butterflies in your stomach even though you knew he would never actually hurt you.

More fabric fell away under the blade's sharp edge to fully expose your shoulder. Loki painted the newly exposed skin with wet kisses. You whimpered, wanting more, wanting to touch him.

He chuckled, and the doppelganger pulled your arms further back. Breast thrust forward, you panted hard as he flicked off little gems with the tip of the dagger. “Not much left. Let’s see if I’m right.”

Loki slashed out, making you squeak. The gown fell from your shoulders, slipped past your hips and pooled on the floor. He stepped back to admire you, now held tight by his double. You stood bare-breasted and wearing only lace underwear, stockings, and heels.

“Much better.” Loki leaned forward. His mouth sucked upon your nipple. You whined. He flicked his tongue over the now-hard nipple before sucking one last time with painful intensity.

“Oh, god!” Your knee weakened and you leaned back into the doppelganger.

Loki gave your other breast equal attention. He moved his mouth to your ear. “This need to go too.”

You felt the blade touch your belly. You whined as it slipped beneath the lace. Sharp cool metal touched hot skin. He teased and you fought to hold perfectly still. You couldn’t see the blade, so your focus locked on Loki’s erection, hidden beneath the black silk.

“I can smell how wet you are.” Loki purred. “Do you want to feel my cock instead of my blade?”

“Yes, Loki.” You nodded, desperate to reach for him. “Please.”

Loki pulled the dagger through the lace, leaving you fully exposed. It disappeared from his hand. His fingers slid between your legs, fingers spreading your wetness and teasing your clit. Your hips rocked into his hand. He slipped two fingers in, stroking. Your breath became more ragged as heat swirl low.

The doppelganger pulled you tight against him as he leaned back. You naked back pressed into his chest. You could feel the fabric of his suit. It lifted you nearly off your toes. Still, Loki stroked and teased your sex causing you to shake under his touch.

In a shimmer of green, Loki’s lounge pants vanished. He lifted your leg, pulling you close enough to slide the head of his cock along your entrance. He teased, not letting you rock into him. “Please, Loki.”

He sank deep. You moaned, throwing your head back against the double behind you. Loki, hooked your legs over his arms. Thrusting powerfully, he groaned as his watched himself slide in and out of your stretched cunt. “Look at that.”

So hot. You were at his mercy, couldn’t move, and so you just surrendered to the sensations. The smell of sex and Loki. Held tight. So full. Your thighs quivered. His cock hit you just perfectly. “God, Loki!”

He leaned forward, pulling at your lip with his teeth before kissing you deep. “Feel so good, my pet.”

You panted, shaking more, careening towards the abyss. He fucked you harder, faster. The world whited out. He pushed deep as you flooded over his cock. Soon he roared his own release.

He pulled you into his arms, the doppelganger forgotten, and carried you the bed. Lazily you curled against him. Your eyes drift toward the mirror only to see the gown, intact, and hanging.

“You fixed it.” You mumbled against his chest.

“I said it’s lovely.” He pressed his lips to your hair.  

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[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

pairing: dom lee know x f. reader

genre: smut— smut with feelings (me being delulu at the end)

word count: ~2.3k

warnings: established relationship— pet names— bondage— toys— oral (f. and m.receiving)— orgasm denial (kinda)— unprotected sex— cum eating— spanking

an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace.

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He kissed you softly on the lips before returning to his chair. The chair had a high back and was upholstered with black velvet. The material made a shhh noise as his suit pants slid over its surface. He leaned back, a smirk on his face, admiring his work. You were a few feet away, on the bed. You were on all fours, your weight resting on your knees and elbows. You were bound with black shibari rope. You looked up at him through your lashes, he was staring at you like you were something to eat. Like he was going to absolutely wreck you. His eyes fell to your clothing. You were wearing his favorite piece of lingerie. Violet lace, tied together in the middle by a thin silk string. It barely covered your breasts. A matching violet thong did nothing to cover your sex. Especially with you squirming around, unable to keep still, begging him to touch you. His room was dark, lit only by candles. Though there were many, many candles. Their wax having dropped down their holders, over many uses, to pool on the floor. In the flickering light, your eyes met.

"You’re wearing my favorite." He purred.

You nodded, unable to make a noise that wasn’t a whimper. You rocked forward and back on your knees. He flexed his hand that was resting on his thigh. Three of the five fingers on that hand were adorned with silver rings, and a small silver chain dangled from his wrist. Thick veins ran up the back of his hand, up his forearm, and disappeared under his shirt cuff where you couldn’t see them anymore. As if he was itching to swat your backside, he flexed his hand again, before balling it up into a fist. His other hand was busy undoing the top few buttons of his white dress shirt. Through the small gap, you could see the thin silver necklace that matched his bracelet. The long chain lay against his heaving chest, mingling with his limited chest hair, as he took deep breaths. You couldn’t see it, because it was hidden by his shirt, but there is a small charm on the end of that chain. The charm had a simple engraving of your first initial.

He leaned to one side now, the fisted hand relaxing and sliding into his pocket. He pulled out a sleek, black iPhone. Is he going to take your picture? You didn’t care. You trusted him fully, and if he wanted to take a picture to remember this moment, then you wanted him to have it. But instead of raising the phone to point the camera in your direction, he started swiping through apps. He found the one he wanted and opened it. He laid the phone on his thigh and you could see there was nothing on the screen but a graphic of a shiny gold button.

"Do you know what this button does?" He asked.

You shook your head, no.

He leaned forward, presenting the phone to you.

"Would you like to find out?" You looked at him, unsure. He slid the phone onto the bed so it was resting underneath your tied hands, which now hovered over the screen. You looked down at the phone, then back up to him. He ran the tip of his nose up your arm, and kissed your shoulder gently.

"Go on, baby." He whispered in your ear. "Press it."

You brought your hands down, and with all the courage you could muster, pressed the button quickly. You gasped. The small toy he had inserted into you, after tying you up, gave a quick buzz. He chuckled darkly at your reaction. You pressed the button again, longer this time, holding your finger on it. The toy buzzzzzed inside of you, sending shivers through your whole body. You moaned, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. He leaned forward and snatched the phone from your hand.

"Ah ah ah," he scolded. "Let’s not get carried away."

He sat back in his chair, watching you. He pressed the button a few times in quick succession. Your body flinched and shook with the vibrations. You whimpered and looked at him pleadingly. He held his finger on the button for a few short seconds. Your back arched, your eyes screwed shut. You whimpered once more when he removed his finger from the button.

"Poor baby," he teased. "Do you want me to keep pressing the button?" He pressed it once quickly as he said the word ‘button’. You gasped and nodded vigorously. He pressed it again for a few seconds, moans falling from your lips.

"You look so beautiful, kitten. Tied up and moaning for me." His words made you clench around the toy, which buzzed as he held the button. He continued holding it, the longest he had yet. No longer able to stay upright, one of your hips hit the bed. Now facing him, your tiny silk string had come undone, revealing your breasts to him. He released the button. You were breathing heavily. He knelt next to the bed, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. His soft lips kissed from your mouth, down your neck, until they found your breast. His quick tongue lashed out at your nipple. Your head fell back, eyes closed, in bliss. He sucked your nipple into his mouth and pressed the button. He hummed his approval at the sound of your moans, causing vibrations on your breast that matched the ones at your core. He released the button and you fell back on the mattress.

He stood and you grew cold without him near. He walked to the foot of the bed, and ran his fingers up and down your left calf.

"So beautiful." He whispered to himself. You pulled your knees toward your chest, revealing your sex to him. His pupils dilated. He got on his knees. "I love playing with you, kitten." He said, his warm breath brushing across your clit. You lifted your hips slightly, bringing yourself closer to his mouth. He pulled back.

"Don’t get greedy, baby. You will get what I give you, when I give it to you." He scolded, and then smacked you in your most sensitive area. You yelped.

"These panties look so pretty, shielding your little pussy, but I think it’s time to take them off." He pulled your thong down to your ankles. Now fully exposed to him, he leaned in and licked a stripe from the toy up to the top. The feeling of his tongue on you making you buck your hips again. He gave you another smack on your now naked pussy.

"You taste so good, princess." He moaned. He was slowly loosing his composure. He licked another stripe, then flicked his tongue across your clit, and pressed the button. Your stomach tightened and you nearly screamed. He kept his finger on the button and his tongue kept pace. You could feel your release building inside you. He could hear it in your moans that you were close. He released the button and pulled away. You whined.

"Don’t you whine at me." He warned, standing up. "I’ll let you cum, but I want to see your face when you do."

His thumb found your clit and began to rub circles, while his other thumb pushed the button. You moaned and your back arched, pushing your breasts higher. You could feel it building again.

"Go ahead, baby." He encouraged. "Cum for me."

And you did. Your body trembled with the release of it, your eyes scrunched shut, hands balled up into fists.

"Good girl baby. Your so pretty when you’re cumming." He said, releasing the button. You relaxed on the sheets as you came down from your high. He slowly pulled the toy out and placed it on the bedside table. He walked toward your head.

"When you’re ready, get back on your knees." He commanded. You did as he asked. Now level with your face, he started undoing his belt. You could see the bulge in his pants and your mouth started to water. You love it when he lets you suck him. It’s your favorite way to please him. He pulled his cock out of his pants and started stroking it slowly.

"Open." He commanded, and you did so immediately. Enthusiastically.

"So eager." He teased. "What a good girl." He put his hand on the back of your head and guided his tip into your mouth. You moaned at the familiar taste of him. He slowly pushed his length in to your mouth until his tip touched the back of your throat. You gagged and he pulled out a little. Then he repeated the process. After a few thrusts, he shoved his cock as far in as he could get it. You sputtered around him, spit dripping down onto the sheets. His head fell back. "Fuck." He exhaled. Then he suddenly pulled all the way out, leaving you empty. He knelt down and kissed you deeply.

He then walked around the bed, removing the rest of his clothes, and aligned himself with your entrance. Your heart quickened with the anticipation.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asked, rubbing his tip up and down through your wetness. You nodded. "Tell me." He said.

"Yes please." You said, shyly. "I’m ready. Please." You begged. He grabbed your hips and slowly pushed all the way inside you, until his hips were touching your ass.

"You feel divine, kitten." He moaned. But, he didn’t move. He stayed still for a moment and let you adjust to his size. You kept clenching and unclenching around him.

"Minho.." you moaned, pleading.

"What is it baby?" He answered.

"Please.." was all you could say.

"Okay, honey." He said sweetly, rubbing up and down your back. He grabbed your hips again and started thrusting in and out. His pace was slow and hard. He thrusts were powerful, his fingers digging into your skin, surely to leave a bruise. You didn’t mind. You loved it when he marked you.

"Fuck." He moaned, quickening his pace.

You were a moaning mess beneath him. He leaned down, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling your head back.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He whispered in your ear.

"Yes!" You moaned.

"Do you like it when I fuck you?" He breathed.

"Yes! Yes!" You answered.

"Yes, what?" He ordered. "Say it, baby. You like it when i fuck your sweet little cunt?"

"Yes, sir!" You moaned. "Feels so good."

"My cock drunk little slut, takes my cock so good." He said, thrusting harder.

He released you with a grunt and you fell forward onto the mattress, he spanked you, hard. "Mmm"he growled., and spanked you again. "I love it when your pretty ass turns red, baby." Spank. "You’re such a good girl letting me use you like this." Spank.

"Oh my god." You moaned.

"That’s it baby." He said, thrusting into you. You could feel your orgasm building.

"Minho.." you whimpered.

"What baby?" He asked, sweetly. "Are you going to cum?"

"Yes please, sir."

His thrusts were getting sloppier, his breathing ragged. He was getting close too. "Go ahead baby. Cum on my cock."

You clenched around him, squeezing so tight. "Fuck!" He yelled.

An intense orgasm hit you then. "Thank you!" You moaned. "Thank you, sir! Thank you. Thank you."

"You’re welcome, sweet girl." He said. "Keep milking my cock. Do you want my cum, baby?" He asked.

Still convulsing, you managed to moan out a "yes, please." And with a growl, he released inside of you. He buried himself as deep as he could and froze, riding out his orgasm and emptying himself into you. He leaned down and kissed your back, then your shoulder.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, breathless.

You nodded, unstable to speak. He kissed your back again and then straightened. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you empty and a wave of sadness came over you. You could feel his cum leaking out of you and onto the bed. He knelt down so his breath was hitting your tired pussy. He used his finger to scoop up his cum and put it back inside you. You moaned into the sheets. He kissed your thighs, kissed the red handprints on your ass, and then licked your clit quickly before sticking his tongue in your dripping hole. He licked your walls and you shivered around him.

He pulled away. "Both of our release taste so good when they’re mixed together." He licked his lips. He untied your ankles and rubbed where the rope had been. He kissed each ankle before crawling on the bed next to you and untying your wrists. He kissed those as well before pulling your limp body close to his chest, squeezing you tight. You kissed his muscled chest.

"I love you." You said, your voice muffled against his skin.

"What baby?" He asked, pulling back and looking down at you softly.

You looked up into his eyes. "I love you." You repeated quietly.

"Oh, baby." He pulled you close again, your face in his chest. His smell in your nostrils, tears leaking from your eyes. You loved this man, so much. It hurt. He kissed your head.

"I love you, kitten." He said into your hair. "My sweet, sweet baby."

You sniffled, still crying slightly. He looked down at you again, using his thumb to wipe your tears.

"Don’t cry, honey. You promise you’re okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked, concern in his voice.

You shook your head no. You willed yourself to stop crying. This was pathetic, crying because you’re so in love. You needed to stop before you chased him away.

He hugged you tight without another word and rubbed your back softly with his fingertips. He kissed your head occasionally, humming a soft song until you fell asleep in his strong arms.

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

♡︎𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮♡︎

Day 7 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Katsuki wants to see you come undone with just the help of his thigh.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help! Bae I couldn't have done this without you <3

987 words.

Katsuki wants to try something new. He's dressed all smart after a formal meeting concerning hero work, clad in a pretty, light grey suit - tailored perfectly to wrap around muscular thighs like a glove. The colour reminds you of the sky on a wintery afternoon, accompanied by a smart black shirt underneath that complements him much more than the standard white. He's in his business casual, and obviously, you're obsessed. But you might have a biased opinion.

One of his signature smirks tugs at the corner of his lips, dimpling his cheek and threatening to turn your world upside down with the swift 'come hither' of his fingers. The smug ash blonde summons you forward with the enticing motion, drawing all of your attention and delighting in it. He loves to be the very centre of all your thoughts.

The meeting has since come to a close, and thus Katsuki teases you in your shared room after work, placing firm, rough hands on wide hips and guiding you to sit on just one of his thighs. Every now and again he would shake his leg beneath you, knowing exactly what he's doing to you in the process, your skirt pooling over his pelvis.

He delights in the fact that you're only wearing a thin pair of underwear underneath, and slowly, he grabs your waist with steady hands like he has many times before, pulling you forward and guiding you to straddle him.

Now that you were finally home, the thought did cross his mind to simply strip you and take you against the front door, but he was feeling especially evil. Is it horrible that he just wants to see you squirm?

You're already wet from just the hungry looks he'd been giving you on the way home, and desperately wanted to just jump his bones the second you got home. All you've been able to think about is how fucking irresistible he looks in a suit. He exudes confidence and competence in waves and the bulging muscle that strains beneath that shirt naturally has your eyes locked on him and your belly on fire like a cat in heat. You just need to be taken care of by this man, and you've been so close to tearing your hair out in frustration all day.

There's a dark spot on your underwear which brings to attention just how long you've been waiting for this, and he fully understands the anticipation. Only God knows how much mental strain was put behind trying to ward off a boner mid-meeting. You have been driving him fucking nuts. Now it's time for punishment.

Soft kisses spark at his skin and echo through the room while you grind on his thigh, your body pressed flush against his chest and your breasts cushioning his chin. You couldn't be happier to finally be getting some sort of relief, needily rutting your hips against his soft, squishy quadricep.

"That's it, baby, want you to ride my thigh."

Oh, how your stomach ties knots at the sound of his voice. It's gruff and underlined by lust, his hands firmly on your sides and helping you move against him smoothly, a wet patch of your anticipation starting to form on his pant leg. He groans as you grind on him, pressing a kiss to your neck and smoothing his hand to slip under your shirt.

The dip of your waist fits perfectly in his hand, it's almost like you were made for him.

The most delectable little gasps and moans leave your mouth as you do exactly what you were told, and Katsuki drinks them all up as he kisses you like a man addicted to your taste. His lips trail down your jaw and your neck to your breasts which press against his face, and he clicks his tongue at the fact that your shirt is buttoned, guiding you to undo those buttons for him.

When the top of your cleavage finally begins to show, Katsuki immadiately decides that he wants to paint your breasts with his hickeys and love bites, making your pussy clench against him. He can feel you twitching and throbbing against him and his own need twitches in the confines of his suit pants, creating a noticeable bulge.

Katsuki isn't quite the most patient of men, however, and slowly his hand slips under the pleated, black fabric of your skirt and past soft, cotton underwear to play with your clit. He's always prided himself in being the only one in his friend group who can actually find the clit, except Mina, obviously. But you failed to notice the impact that had on his ego until it was far too late.

It's kind of sexy, in a way. He gets off on being a good lover. It's the kind of trait in a man most women can only dream of. So you really didn't mind.

What you do mind, though, is the fact that you're already close to cumming in your underwear after barely minutes of this. Soft panted moans fill the room as you struggle to keep your composure, amusing your boyfriend as he presses his fingers down harder into your clit to tease you.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. You like that? Come on, I want you to cum, you think you can do that for me?..."

It only takes a few more seconds of his ministrations and the feeling of his breath agains your neck, sending shivers down your spine, for you to unravel in his arms.

Your thighs tremble and shake as your essence drips between your legs, Katsuki's pants soaked in your need. The sight causes as low chuckle to rumble in his chest even despite the little crescent moons you dig into his his back in your attempt at grounding yourself.

"Fuck-... 'so fuckin' sexy... 'm gonna fuckin' wreck you, baby."

All you can manage in response is a little whimper.

© 2022 not-your-fucking-kacchan

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[moonlightazriel]

Epilogue /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Everything is as it should be, no more villains to defeat, no more threats lingering around, just peace. Nothing can happen to disturb their peace, or did she spoke too soon?

Word Count: 602

Warnings: None for this part, except a slightly spoiler from the end of Crescent City 2.

Notes: All I can say is that you guys can expect one or two bonus chapters hehehehe

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Meraxes huffed, petals flying around with the motion, releasing their perfume over their heads. Y/N giggled, the wyvern jumped around, the movement making the ground shake whenever he landed. He chased the flours with his huge tongue poking out of his mouth and his tail wagging around.

Azriel smiled at that, indeed a giant puppy. His eyes drifted to her, how the sun hit the side of her face, making her glow like a goddess. Azriel wondered if she wasn’t in the wrong court, Day would really suit her better.

Despite the shadows in her eyes and the way she sometimes stops laughing, getting lost in those hunting memories, she was made of pure light, brightening his days and pulling him out of the darkness.

He grabbed her hand, grazing his lips over it, like he did once in a dream. Those beautiful eyes locked with him, pinning in his place, and in that moment he knew he wouldn’t want to be anywhere if she wasn’t with him.

She was his life, and he would handle her with care, love and admiration. He loved her desperately and he just hoped that one day he would be able to show her all of his love.

“What are you looking at?” Her voice was as soft as the breeze pulling the strands away from the low bun she chose to wear today.

“You. There is not a prettier sight than this.” She lifted the plate filled with cake and moved it around, motioning for the field where they sat.

“To me it looks like there’s far more prettier views to look at than me.” She took a bite of the chocolate cake, icing smearing across the corner of her mouth.

“Not to me. There’s not a single thing in the whole creation that could beat your beauty.” He leaned forward, his thumb cleaning the icing from her lips and pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

She loved him, and now she wasn’t afraid anymore. He wasn’t like anyone she had met, and she wouldn’t be afraid to show him her heart, he had accepted her fully, the bad and the ugly parts she was ashamed about.

“Who would’ve guessed you’re that good with words?” She joked as they parted the kiss, their eyes still glued to each other like nothing else mattered in the world.

“I’m way better with my hands.” He smirked, his gaze darkening with lust. She discarded her cake as he pulled her closer, straddling his lap.

They started to kiss, heat pooling in between her thighs as she grinded her hips down against his. His cock started to throb in his too tight pants. Meraxes growled in annoyance, walking away from the scene and making her giggle in between the kiss.

She felt that familiar wave of power wash over the Earth, making her heart beat faster with each passing second. She was out of his lap, Godslayer in hands when she appeared. Dressed in weird clothes and covered in blood.

Azriel was behind her in a second, a blindfold in his hands, Y/N groaned, knowing that the blindfold was meant to be used on her later. The female spoke in a language neither of them could comprehend.

“We have to take her to Rhys.” He spoke, looking apologetically towards his mate, after all this was their day off.

“Is it a normal thing for females to just pop out of thin air?” She groaned, getting up and started to pack their things.

“Not before you did, my love.” She laughed.

“Let’s get over with this then.”

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[ghostchems]

Hear me out, hear me out...

Soft possessive Terzo with a virgin S/O.. I recently just went on YouTube and watched a thousand Terzo 'The birds and the bees' vids and in one of them he said something among the lines of ''It's the inexperience that makes me tremble.'' and that drove me wild, so I am in desperate need of more smut<3

so. sooo. uh, yeah.

You shuffle your feet outside of Papa’s quarters. Your chest feels tight, nervousness coursing through you. You know you should feel honored but it’s impossible for you not to be a little bit afraid. 

What started as some friendly teasing among the other sisters of sin ended up exposing the fact that you were a virgin. Before the actual teasing had begun but after the idea was floated around to set you up with a ghoul, Papa had swooped in and offered to do the honors. The rest of the sisters quieted down and you knew that they had to be at least a tiny bit jealous.

Terzo had smiled and told you that inexperience made him tremble. He gently kissed the back of your hand and gave it a pat, telling you to meet him at his quarters that night.

And now, you are here. You decided to wear a short, flowing dress with nothing underneath. It made you feel a bit sexy and scandalous and you hope he thought so too. You knock softly on the door and Papa opens it at once, already in a loose silk robe and nothing else. Your eyes drift down to between his legs and see the outline of his dick.

“I’ve been thinking of you, cara.” Terzo winks and takes you by the hand. Your cheeks flush as he guides you inside the Papal Suite and you can hardly take in how truly luxurious it all looks. Instead your eyes are focused on Papa while you start to feel heat pooling between your legs.

“Please, sit.” He motions to the bed and you do as you're told, crossing your legs and settling your hands in your lap. “Are you nervous, dolce?” Terzo takes a seat beside you, his knee pressing into yours and his legs spread wide so that you can almost fully see his cock and balls.

“A little bit, yeah.” You muster, managing a sheepish smile. He leans in close to you and your breath catches in your throat. You’ve never been this close to Papa before.

“Cara, this is about you. We do what you are comfortable with, si? We don’t even have to fuck if you don’t want to.” His fingers toy with the spaghetti straps of your dress. “If you like something, tell me. If something makes you uncomfortable, per favore, tell your Papa. Capisce?” Terzo leans in even further, his nose brushing against yours. “Understand, sorella?”

“Y-yes, Papa.” You whisper as your eyes fall to his lips. They quirk into a grin and heat rushes to your face. Terzo pushes the straps off of your shoulders, his fingertips dancing along your skin and moving to your neck. His lips brush against yours and you draw in a sharp breath, his fingers trailing your jaw as he presses his lips firmly to you.

It’s so warm and welcoming. You melt into the kiss, your eyes falling shut as you reach for his chest. It rumbles with your touch. His own hands fall to your breasts, massaging them through your dress. He pinches at your nipples and you gasp into his mouth, pressing even closer into him. Terzo’s tongue pushes into your mouth and you moan at the taste of him. You press your thighs together, feeling yourself growing more aroused by his touches.

He tugs your dress down, exposing your breasts. His thumbs swipe over your nipples before pinching at them again. You whine as he pulls away from this kiss. You’re able to take in how smudged the paint on his lips are before he dips down and mouths at your collarbone. Terzo’s strong hands move to grip at your waist and pushes you back onto the bed, lowering you to your back. 

His knee settles between your legs as his lips find one of your breasts, flicking his tongue against the nipple before taking it into his mouth. Your hips snap, grinding against his knee in search of any kind of friction. Terzo lifts his head up to look at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. He spreads your legs and settles between them, his hard cock pressing against your core as he pushes your dress up.

“Are you ready, cara? We are going to go nice and slow, okie dokie?” He whispers huskily as he lines himself up. You reach for his shoulders and nod enthusiastically. You don’t think you’ve ever been this wet in your life. Terzo slips off his robe and you get to see him in his full glory. He truly is so handsome. All of your fear is gone and is replaced with lust for him. 

Still, the thought of the first time hurting popped up into your brain but you are expecting it, at least. Terzo pushes in slowly, sucking in a breath as he inches into you. You’re surprised to find that it doesn’t hurt at all but you feel some pressure as you stretch around him. He bottoms out and hisses, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

“H-how are you feeling, dolce? Good, yes?” He sighs into your neck.

“Good, yes.” You whisper and bring your hips up to meet his. Terzo gives a soft groan.

“S-so tight. I’m going to… start now, okay?” He picks his head up and starts to slowly roll his hips. An involuntary moan spills from your lips, your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth dropping open. You can feel his cock twitch inside you while he keeps a steady pace. You start to grow a bit more confident and wrap your legs around his waist, which allows for him to push in even deeper.

“O-oh.” You whine and arch you back. Terzo grips onto your hips and his thrusts grow a bit quicker. You start to feel the band in your stomach tighten even more, the muscles in your legs tensing. 

“You like this, cara? You like the f-feeling of my cock in your t-tight cunt?” He growls, his hips snapping roughly.

“Yes, P-papa!” You cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. “M-more, please.”

Terzo obliges, his thrusts growing more erratic and he moans deeply against your ear. A couple more snaps of his hips and you feel it, the rush of pleasure coursing through you, a whimpering sob falling from your lips as it overtakes you. He is close behind you, a growl ripping from his throat while he fills you up with shallow thrusts.

You feel lighter but your eyes are wide, staring at the ceiling while zoning out. He is panting on top of you, his strong hands tugging you to his side as he rolls off. Your eyes meet his sleepy ones and you take in his face. His paint is now completely smudged and this may be the closest you’ll ever get to see him without it. 

“How was that, cara?” Terzo hums, pulling you up against him and then reaching for the covers. You’re in a daze but you’re able to smile dreamily. You tuck your head against his chest.

“Very good.” 

“I usually last longer but… eh, you were just so tight.” He chuckles and nuzzles his nose against your forehead. “You enjoyed it, though? Perhaps next time we can experiment a bit more, si?”

“Next time?” You pick your head up and look at him with big eyes. 

“If you’ll have me again, dolce.” He winks.