#WHATEVER. back to da grind

[bright-and-burning]

[for context one of the more senior staff said he’d do something for this project (due TOMORROW) with that Hell Database that im kind of in charge of. like volunteered for it.] literally this morning i told one of my fellow young people coworkers like “im kind of worried [senior staff guy] isn’t gonna be able to figure it out and it’s gonna get dumped on me last minute lol”

just got a message from senior staff guy. “are you familiar with the process of pulling [hell data] for this project? from running the scripts to making the map. and do you know where all the output files are saved?”

like. lmfao. lmfaooooooo. what did i sayyyyy. what did i SAY!!

he just sent a follow up (i explained the process. well no actually i said hey if you look at the documentation and code it kind of explains what to do. and then explained a little more. and then half offered to just do it myself) and he was like “it would be great if you could do it. once you figure it out, could you let me know? i think [boss] wanted it tomorrow. i will keep exploring and check back in later.”

[r1k-y9]

Myst and Sunny are on vacation!

[rafeandonlyrafe]

fake belly

words: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected sex and implied protected sex, breeding, tummy bulging, lots of pregnancy talk, kind of pregnancy kink but more breeding focused

“you know how tiffy is going to be on vacation for two months?” you hum, sliding onto rafes lap, who instantly wraps his arms around your waist to pull you in, securing your back to his chest.

“yeah, what about it?” rafe responds, only half paying attention as he presses kisses to your shoulder. he’s heard many times how annoyed you are about your friend going away for two whole months, but that you’re also happy she’s getting to explore the world.

“i’m gonna prank her when she gets back.” you state.

“how are you gonna do that? tell her we broke up?” rafe questions, petting over your thighs, unable to hold himself back now that he has you against him.

“no.” you sigh. “it has to be believable.” “whats the plan then, darling?” 

“gonna buy one of those fake bellies on amazon and when she gets back, surprise! i’m pregnant.” rafes eyebrows rise. “can’t you just use a pillow or something?” “no, it’s gotta be realistic.” you don’t admit that you’ve already tried, taking a throw pillow and putting it under your shirt to see if you can mold it to look like a real belly.

“alright, whatever you want baby.” rafe pushes your hair behind your ear, revealing your neck as he buries his face in your skin, kissing and nipping with his teeth.

“you know what i want right now?” you turn so you are facing rafe, knees digging into the couch on either side of his lap. 

“hmm?” rafe hums, eyes glancing to your lips, needing to take them in a kiss. 

“i want you to ride you. right here on the couch.” you press your hips forward, grinding your core down, reaching into rafes pocket where you know he always keeps a condom.

“how funny.” rafe says, his voice already turning deeper, darker. “i want the same thing.”

--

“oh my god, it’s here!” you squeal, having gotten the notification on your phone that your amazon package was delivered.

“your fake belly?” rafe perks up from where he’s been lounging on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on his phone.

“yeah!” you rush to the front door, squealing again when you see the package, grabbing it and bringing it into the living room, surprised that the package is decently heavy.

“are you gonna try it on?” rafe questions, head tilting to the side as he watches you tear into the package before pulling the belly out, complete with a strap to go around your back to secure it to your body.

“oh my god, it looks so real.” you hold up the thick rubber, surprised by how close the color match is to your skin. 

“baby, you gonna put it on?” rafe asks again, knowing that you aren’t truly paying attention in your excitement.

“yeah, i mean i guess? see if it fits.” you shrug. “i’m gonna go try it on upstairs and you can judge how real it looks when i come down.”

--

“ta-da!” you put your hands up in the air as you walk back into the room, now sporting a stretchy dress to mimic a maternity dress, the material extending around your fake belly.

“it looks so real, doesn’t it?” you turn to the side, smoothing your hand over your belly. you can see rafes gaze darken as it lands on you, eyes slowly moving over your body, focusing on the bumb.

“rafe-” before you can finish asking him if he’s okay, rafe has jumped off the couch, making you let out a little squeal that is quickly swallowed by his lips as he takes you in a passionate kiss. he moves you backwards until your back is pressed against the wall, the large bump separating your bodies from molding together but not stopping rafes hands from gripping at your tits, squeezing them through your dress.

“oh my god, what has gotten into you?” you moan as rafe moves his mouth to your neck, sucking hickeys into your skin, knowing they will blossom purple and show everyone who you belong to, but rafe has other plans to show that you’re his as well.

rafe sweeps your feet out from underneath you, making sure to carefully lower you to the ground, thankful for the soft rug in the living room as you splay out on the floor, rafe still kissing along your neck and jaw.

“gonna put a real baby in you.” rafe says, pushing his hips in between your thighs, grinding his crotch against your underwear.

“yeah?” you moan, undulating your hips to rub yourself right back against rafe. 

rafe reaches under your dress and behind your back, undoing the velcro of the fake belly and pulling it away. “you looked hot baby, but i’m gonna swell your tummy up for real.”

you whine as rafes hand then moves to take off your underwear, not pulling away long enough to actually get them down your legs, ripping the fabric as he flings it away.

rafe undoes his pants with one hand while rubbing at your clit with the other, needing to get inside of you and get your cunt pumped full as soon as possible. rafe frees himself from his pants, squeezing at the base of his cock which is already ridiculously hard.

“i’m sorry baby, i just need to fill you up.” rafe suddenly punches his hips forward, burying himself in you fully, knowing he should spend more time opening you up or have an in depth conversation about wanting kids, but he physically can’t hold himself back. 

you grip at the short fibers of the rug as he immediately begins to snap his cock into you, pushing and stretching at your walls all while his thumb continues to play with your clit.

“rafe!” you whine out, squirming as you reach for him, tugging him forward so he has to hold himself up with one elbow against the floor. 

“i’ve got you baby.” rafe says, connecting your lips in a kiss like you clearly wanted. you wrap your legs around his waist, changing the angles of the thrust as he presses against the gummy walls of your inside, making sure every time that his cock buries as deep inside of you as he can.

you grip rafes hair in one hand as you keep his lips against yours, needing to feel the sweetness of is kiss, even if it is mostly just moaning into each others mouth, in sharp contrast to his cock digging into you.

“fuck, rafe, it feels so good.” you whine, being able to feel every detail of his cock now that he’s inside you without a condom for the first time.

“i know, i know.” rafe coos. “my pretty girl, being so good spreading her legs for me. gonna be a real good mama yeah?”

“yeah, fill me up. fill me up please.” you moan, back arching off the ground, pushing your chest into rafes, your dress still bunched up around your stomach. you move a hand to your tummy, imagining what it would be like swelled up.

“can you feel me in there baby?” rafe asks, briefly moving his fingers off your clit to move your hand lower, pressing it into your lower tummy.

“i-i can.” you stutter out, feeling the pushing of his dick against your palm, so big that a bulge forms every time he pushes in deep.

“gonna cum right in your womb, baby. gonna be pregnant for real by the time tiffy gets back.” rafe can barely control himself, sweat forming on his back, sure to wet the shirt that he didn’t bother to take off.

“im close, keep going.” you whine, pressing more open mouth kisses to rafes mouth as his thumb retakes your clit, stroking and flicking over it. 

“never gonna stop, babygirl.” rafe vows. “not until i’ve got my baby in you.” rafe cements his words by moving faster, forcing his cock in at a rapid speed that you’re sure will break you until your high hits like a train, entire body shaking as your cunt pulses around his cock, forcing rafes orgasm quickly as well as he pushes as deep in as ever, and you swear you can feel the spurts of his cum through your skin as your pussy milks him, drawing every last drop that he has out and into your womb.

you’re both breathing heavily, a mess on the floor of the living room, and while rafe is tired, he manages to make sure to carefully pull out as to not disturb too much cum. he holds your legs up, throwing them over his shoulder while he sits back on the floor, chest heaving.

rafe watches your cunt, knowing you are squeezing to keep all the cum inside of you, helping with your legs pulled up on his shoulder to keep the angle, but as soon as rafe sees a drop of white, his finger is moving to your pussy, pumping it back inside of you.

“gentle, oh my god.” you whine, squirming from his harsh fingers on your oversensitive cunt.

“sorry baby.” rafe says, but you can hear the smile in his voice and know that he’s not all that sorry. “i think i broke your fake belly too.”

you look to the side, having completely forgotten that rafe tore off your new delivery and tossed it away, a crack formed in the rubber material of the belly.

“that’s okay, you’re giving me a real one.” you pat your tummy, already feeling a glow to your skin and face.

“damn right.” rafe nods, cock twitching at the thought of getting inside you again. “you gotta think of a different prank for tiffy now.”

“um…” you tap your finger against your chin. “maybe i can tell her we are having twins.” rafe pauses, his mind reeling at the thought of not just one but two and you know you’ve made a mistake when he pushes your legs open, a devious look in his eye.

taglist: @drewstarkeyslut @rafecamerongirl @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @drudyslut @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @michelleisheres-blog @outerbankspov @drewstarkeyswifehoe @cutielando @kamninaries @buckyswhxre @rafeinterlude @bellbottombaby @deeaardiary @rubixgsworld @emma77645

[dtfpeta]

Virgin König who was scared to touch you at the beginning of your relationship, but is now too eager to feel any part of his skin on yours.

Even the thought of you touching yourself clouded his mind when he didn't see you. The way your legs would part and you'd tease yourself, delving between your slick folds to satiate a carnal hunger acquired during the long distance. What did you think about? What were you imagining he'd do to you? How was he doing it?

He's come a long way since you started dating though. From being able to cum just from your hand running against his clothed cock. The fabric of his pants stiff with his hardening length that twitched from whatever touch you would provide. Your digits rubbing against his covered tip before tracing down the base of him. The teasing sensation only made him more excited before he would cum prematurely and he'd then beg his apologies. You would finally release his half-hard erection from the restraints of his pants and soiled boxers, and use your tongue to lick at the mess he made.

"D-das ist too much! Please schatz..."

Now he aches to be inside you in any way at any time. A thirst he would quench when you returned to one another and he would show you how much he missed you.

Starting with his tongue between your thighs. Moaning at the taste of you before suctioning his lips around your clit and using the whole length of his tongue to eat at you. The noises he made were louder than your own. His arms would be wrapped around your thighs and gripping at your flesh as his tongue alternated between providing fervored licks to your clit and thrusting between your walls. When your legs would tighten around his head he would groan into your heat, providing a vibration that helped to push you over the edge. He would then raise his head to look at you with low hung eyes, drunk with a type of intoxication that showed its proof on the tip of his nose to the bottom of his chin.

By this point he's getting desperately needy. His cock almost impossibly hard and thrusting slightly into the comforter as his finger works into you. The movement of his hips being a subconscious signal as he could only think about replacing the now two fingers he used to work you open with, with his cock.

When he finally starts to fuck you he is just much at your mercy as you were his. His hands are cupped on the back of your knees as he presses you down into the mattress. His hips meet yours with a lewd squelch as he tries to hide his whimpers from you, which you don't appreciate.

"Let me-let me hear you König" You encourage as your hand comes to cradle his masked face. Though his visage is more often than not concealed from you, you can see right through him. Over under and around him as he is like an extension of yourself. The both of you giving your all to one another.

He breaks into a cacophony of mewls and grunts. His breath hot on your neck as his pace significantly increases. The bedframe knocks against the drywall as the boxspring squeaks alongside it. You can hear the neighbors bang on the wall in response, but it doesn't seem like König cares. He's too absorbed in the way your slick folds envelop his aching length. His words are unintelligible, you wonder how he can barely think straight as his cock rams into the sensitive patch of nerves within your walls.

He's not thinking straight though. His hips move in a sloppy pace, the speed faltering as he moans into your ear. "Ja. Just for me. Just mein-"

He grinds his pelvis against your sensitive clit as he's practically bending you in half while he rails into you. Ushering words of praise as he watches your face twist with pleasure. "Will you cum for me? Bitte mein Liebe. It'd make me so happy."

It isn't until he feels you spasm around his cock that he allows himself to come undone. Fucking his leaking spend back into your cunt as you whine with overstimulation while he breathily laughs from exhaustion and a sudden dopamine boost that you both share.

[wholoveseggs]

Sitting Pretty

this gif is......whewwwwwww.... bless you Daniel.

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Pure filth, zero plot.

♡♡ Just something I wrote originally for Princess {which is my unexpectedly most popular fic...} I decided its too good not to share... enjoy! ♡♡

1.7k words - Warnings: pure smut, dom!Elijah, sex in front of a mirror, fingering, lots of praise, anal sex, riding & aftercare...

♡♡ Tag-List ♡♡

Trying to fix my tags! I re-added all of you, and now you will be posted at the top! If you no longer wished to be tagged just shoot me a DM {I won't be offended} xoxo~

@gorgeouslydangerous @starkleila @lydia1369sworld @notleylaaa @vampiresluv

@myanmy @xflowerbombxo @maryvibess @always-and-forever-daydreaming

@spnaquakindgdom @amournoir @meeom @damienmorton @wickedmuse

@cs-please @complicatedandconfusing-25 @youcanhavemybuckanyday @akala6670229 @yeaiamme2

@itsjulzandmydiamonds @spideysbabe @witch-of-letters @elijahstwink @rosecentury

@amanda08319 @starshipcookie @li-da-savage @veggie-eggrolls @spideybv28

@sunkissedebony97 @idk00sblog @savannaounana @sekaishell @b1tchy

@loving-and-dreaming @fancycassie-stayfancy @hcqwxrtss123 @iamawkwardandshy @ziayamikaelson

Elijah moved his finger back and forth over the damp fabric, just light little touches over the swollen nub peeking through. He could see you were biting down on your lower lip, trying not to make any noise.

"lijah..." you moaned, your legs were shaking, your whole body wanted him to move faster or harder but he was set on bringing you to release with soft and teasing touches over your drenched panties. Your breathing had increased and your eyes fluttered closed.

"Eyes on the mirror, sweetheart. I want you to watch yourself come undone for me."

You whimpered at his words but obeyed, eyes flicking up to the mirror that you both sat in front of, his hard chest pressed against your back and his lips on your neck. Your legs wide open and resting over his knees, allowing him the space he needed to continue his soft torture on your pussy.

"You look so beautiful like this. All worked up, flushed and needy, such a pretty picture." He nipped at your ear, moving the pad of his index finger in slow circles.

You groaned and tried to buck your hips into his hand, desperately wanting more friction but Elijah wouldn't allow it.

"Patience, my sweet girl." His voice was low and rumbling through your chest.

He felt your little nub swell against his touches, pushing forward under the fabric, begging for more friction from his experienced hands.

"You're close, aren't you my darling? All hot and wet for me. I love how you blush, it goes all the way down your pretty neck, and makes your nipples so hard and perfect..."

"Please Elijah..." You pleaded out, lifting your hips against his hand, grinding into his fingers, grabbing on to the blankets on the bed. Your eyes fluttered as he responded to your plea by upping his speed, still taking his time, but working hard over your swollen little clit.

"I love your pretty little pussy, all pink and creamy." Elijah said as he circled your opening and felt how slick it was under the cotton, he could feel the heat of it just radiating outward, your sweet little pussy was drenched and open for him to do with whatever he wished.

He pushed the fabric aside, his long middle finger slowly sinking into your soaked cunt, feeling you flutter and grip down on his digit.

"Watch how beautifully you swallow my finger, so wet and tight." Elijah whispered as his lips moved from your ear to your neck. His finger moving firmly, yet slowly in and out, letting you feel every single inch.

You panted, the sensation building as he curled his finger in and out of you, his thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing in small circles. Your legs shook, your mouth dropped open, and your back arched as you tried to stop from falling apart.

"Such a good girl, waiting for my permission," Elijah murmured into your ear, watching your expression through the mirror.

He moved his thumb faster, feeling you swell and tighten around his finger, he pushed in a second finger, stretching you, and curled his fingers inside you, pressing and massaging your g-spot as he rubbed your clit.

"Come for me,"

The moment the command left his mouth, you came undone. A sudden gush of wetness soaked his hand and wrist, dripping down to the sheets underneath. Your whole body trembled, his name leaving your lips repeatedly as your release shook your whole body 

"Perfect angel," Elijah praised you, holding you to him with one strong arm as his fingers kept massaging and stroking you through the waves of pleasure.

After the final tremors had subsided, you lay back against his chest, panting and exhausted. He pulled his fingers out and tapped your pussy, cupping it and squeezing the lips with his fingers.

"Do you want to try what we talked about?" He whispered in your ear, his fingers dipping lower, circling your other entrance, teasingly.

You bit down on your lower lip, thinking it over. You looked up at him, eyes wide and trusting. "Okay,” you said softly.

He grinned and kissed your neck, his fingers still rubbing and pressing on your puckered hole, not pressing in, just teasing. He reached into his bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube, warming it between his hands before pressing his finger against your tight little hole.

"Push out, let me in," Elijah commanded, his voice low and firm, but not lacking the usual kindness he spoke to you with.

You obeyed, feeling him slip inside, the ring of muscle stretching and giving way, allowing him access. He pumped his finger in and out, letting you adjust and relax, his lips and teeth working on your neck and jaw.

"Look in the mirror, see how beautiful you are when you take my finger."

Your head tilted to the side, looking into the mirror and seeing him with his finger halfway inside you. You felt him curl his finger, pushing deeper until his entire digit was inside, his palm flush against you.

"Oh fuck," You gasped, feeling a mixture of discomfort and pleasure as he began pumping his finger in and out, adding a second and scissoring them, stretching you and preparing you for his cock.

"I'm going to take such good care of you," Elijah whispered as his fingers pushed deeper.

You moaned and leaned back, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling his fingers pumping in and out of your asshole. The pressure was intense, his thick fingers stretching the tight muscles, but the pain was fading and was being replaced with a pleasant, full feeling.

He slowly removed his fingers, his hands moving underneath your knees, lifting up your legs and planting your feet on his thighs.

"Are you ready sweetheart?" He asked, kissing along your neck and shoulders.

You nodded and reached back to hold on to him, his arms wrapping around you and holding you tightly. You could feel his thick, heavy cock press against your back. He cupped your ass and gently lifted you, guiding his cock towards your little hole, the thick head pressing against you, the tip slipping past the tight ring of muscle and pushing into you.

He stopped, allowing you to adjust to his size. His cock was so big, it felt like it was splitting you in half. He gently lowered you down, until you were sitting on his thighs, his cock fully inside you.

"So tight, so perfect." Elijah said, his voice rough and strained. "Look at yourself, sitting all pretty on my cock,"

Your eyes flicked to the mirror and you bit down on your lip at the sight. Your legs were spread open, your pussy was exposed and glistening. His cock was buried deep inside you, his balls pressing against your ass.

You could feel the fullness of his cock, the way it stretched and filled you. It was a strange feeling, but a good one.

You were trembling slightly, one of his hands moved to your clit and began to stroke it softly, making you gasp and buck your hips.

"It's okay sweetheart, I've got you." He cooed, his voice soft and calming, his fingers slowly working over the swollen nub.

You could feel yourself loosening up and relaxing, allowing his cock to sink even deeper. He let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through his chest, his hips moving a little and pushing himself in and out of you.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, watching as his cock slid in and out, stretching and filling you. You could see the muscles in his arm flexing and his jaw clenching as he lifted you up and down.

Your hands held on to his thighs, lifting yourself up and down, chasing the feeling of him filling you. You were lost in the feeling of his thick cock inside you, the way it made you feel full and complete.

"That's it, sweetheart, ride my cock." Elijah groaned, his voice thick with desire.

You watched him press two fingers inside your pussy, feeling the stretch of his cock and fingers inside you. He began pumping his fingers in and out, curling them, searching for that spongy spot that made you scream his name.

You felt so full, so stretched. The sensation was almost too much, but you loved it. You could feel the pleasure building inside you, your entire body was trembling. You were close, so close.

"Look at me," Elijah said, his voice low and commanding.

You looked into the mirror, your eyes locking with his. His dark, intense gaze was full of hunger and desire. His hips were moving faster now, his cock thrusting in and out of you, his fingers pushing deeper and harder inside your pussy.

"I can feel your pussy gripping down on my fingers, are you going to come for me, sweetheart?" He asked, his voice raspy and strained.

You nodded, your lips parted and your eyes glazed over with pleasure.

"Come for me. Come all over my fingers," He whispered, his fingers pressing and rubbing that spot inside you that drove you crazy.

Your nails dug into him, your head falling back, a strangled cry leaving your lips. Your legs were shaking, and your thighs tried to close, but he held them open. You felt him buck his hips, pushing himself even deeper, his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt.

The pleasure washed over you, your whole body convulsing and trembling. You felt him press his lips to your ear, his breath hot and heavy against your skin.

Your muscles tightened around him, and he let out a strangled groan. You felt his cock twitch, and a warm flood of his cum filled you. He held you tight, his fingers still pumping in and out of your pussy.

Your whole body relaxed into his arms, feeling limp and exhausted. You were breathing hard, your heart was pounding, and your head was spinning.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" He asked, his fingers gently caressing the inside of your thigh, his cock still buried deep.

You nodded, unable to speak, completely spent and overwhelmed. He lifted you slowly off his cock, the emptiness was intense, but you felt satisfied.

He carried you to the bathroom, gently setting you down and running a warm bath. He picked you up and lowered you into the water, his arms wrapped around you, and his chest pressed against your back.

He held you like that, the warm water soothing your aching muscles. You closed your eyes, the exhaustion finally taking over. You drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and content in his arms.

[instant-delusions]

𝗱𝗼𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝘂𝗲𝘃𝗲 (219)

leo valdez x f! reader

cw: dirty talk, teasing, cursing, penetrative sex, semi-public sex (in cabin 9), mentions of breeding

a/n: iñaki is real life leo, I'm so in love with him also: it's the first of da month 🗣

it was summer - a blazing, hot, skin cooking, thigh-sticking, blurry vision filled - kind of summer in the infamous camp half blood.

leo's playlist mixed with loud drilling inside of cabin 9, as he worked on another complicated project. sipping your cold lemonade, you watched your tan, sweaty, shirtless boyfriend work, biceps flexing and eyes scrunched together in concentration - gods, he looked incredibly hot like this, huffing and groaning at how physically challenging whatever it was he did. obviously your mind started to wander, nibbling on the straw you thought about his head in between your thighs a couple of days ago. oh! or the day before, when you got frisky in the spring but the nymphs caught you... your hands were tangled in his curly hair while he licked and bit your bottom lip...

(y/n)... you loved the way he said your name in that husky voice, deep in thought, you pressed your thighs together for friction. "(y/n)!" leo's voice caught you by surprise, his body was turned away from his project, towards you, with a raised eyebrow. "oh! sorry, I was..." you trailed off, too embarrassed to finish your sentence, you just asked what was up, hoping he wouldn't notice. "what were you thinking so hard about? definently not something you do often." he smirked, of course he noticed. "nothing. oracles. prophecy, maybe?...wait, you-!" he let out a chuckle at your obviously fake answer and made his way to where you were sitting, leaning close to your face.

"hmm..." his breath fanned against your face and you felt him study the flustered expression on it. trying to shift your focus on the song playing instead of the whirling warmth spreading in your stomach, you turned your face away. "y ahola lo grito, quiero ganar much o más zeros, y disfrutar de lo que tengo". feeling a finger underneath your chin, you locked eyes with leo's. pupils blown, pink lips stretched into an amused grin. "and now, are you thinking about omar apollo?" he tsk'd and moved his mouth next to ear, whispering in a low tone; "no, estás pensando en follarme." he kissed the place right below your ear, "right?"

the situation was so intense, sitting on a random bed inside the cabin, you were shaking, panties soaked, with his arms trapping you. trying to hold the eye contact you replied, "what does that mean?" earning you the reward of a soft, low laugh by your boyfriend. "let me show you, princesa."

leo pressed his lips against yours immediately, pushing against your shoulder softly to make you lay down. he was so absorbed in the taste of your lips, catching them again and again with a soft "mhm" sound. dark curls tickled your forehead everytime he shifted his face to kiss you differently, his curious demeanor not leaving him even in bed - a little moan left you, touched by his enthusiasm. leo smiled against your lips with a quiet hum, "pretty." one of his hands started caressing your stomach, snapping the band of your shorts with a finger teasingly. giggling, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and looked up to your mischievous lover. "leo, we can't! not here...", leo fake-pouted in response, "oya, you think I can't be quick?" he cocked his head with such confident attitude, it made you grind your hips up into his. with that, leo sneaked his hand down your shorts to grab your panty-clad ass, moving you against his dick in a self made rhythm. you could feel the outline of his cock through your clothes, the way his head pressed perfectly against your clit with every thrust. you arched your back off the bed, ridding yourself of the shorts and panties in desperation. hearing them fall to the ground, you snaked your hands behind leo's neck, pressing him closer. your boyfriend moaned at the feeling of your naked and pulsing pussy against his sweats, he could feel the way you were soaking the fabric as you moved against him.

biting his lower lip, you moved your hands to his crotch, trailing the outline of his dick in a torturous manner until he threw his head back with an annoyed groan. "f-fuck you." he spat, in a joking way of course, and pushed his hand down his sweats to pull out his aching cock. pre was running down his shaft leo was so hard, his cock sprang against his abs, leaving a sticky trail between the head and his blushing skin. wrapping his calloused hand around it, he made you watch while he fucked his fist, milking the pre to drip down on your lower stomach, quietly moaning into your ear above you. noticing you spread your legs almost instinctively, leo grinned boyishly before moving a pillow below your hips, "whose is this?" you ask, cheeks flushing. your boyfriend shrugged and went back to the task at hand - he positioned his head at your weeping pussy and flourished at the feeling of your heartbeat against his dick. he moved it up and down between your lips, collecting all the wetness you produced for him and plunged in deeply. overwhelmed by the sudden fullness, your mouth fell into a silent "oh", you arched against him and cried out.

"my pretty baby, 'm sorry, tuve que - I had to." the demigod tried to soothen you, running his hand down your ass softly. though he was barely off any better, his cock buried in your tight, greedy pussy, pulsing and milking him mercilessly. it took all of him to not fill you up right there and clean the mess with his tongue. leo felt your thighs twitch against his waist and decided to start thrusting, quickly and deeply. the facade of doing this 'with nobody noticing' quickly melted away at the sound of your wetness squelching against his dick and his balls repeatedly hitting your ass. also, leo was definently not the type to tell you "stay quiet", he loved the way you were shouting his name then, screeching to slow down. his spine tingles when you blabber praises at him as he feels you creaming a ring at the bottom of his cock. "mis dioses" the mechanic whispered while watching you fall apart on his cock without warning, so close to your body he could feel it spasm. his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your pussy almost caging him in, growing impossibly tight in an effort to drain him. with the last of his strength, valdez pulled out to cum on your thigh and watched it drip down onto... somebody's sheets.

a couple of hours passed and you laid in the strawberry fields with leo, fanning yourself aggressively to escape any second of heat. your boyfriend was snoring peacefully next to you, until...

"yo, who FUCKED on my bed???"

[lost-in-fandoms]

Max and Daniel meet at a club and have a one-night stand. That's the plot. Not as much smut as one would think.

cw: not too graphic sexual content and mentions of alcohol (but neither of them is drunk)

Daniel watches from the bed as the guy comes out of the bathroom and starts pulling his clothes back on. He almost stumbles while slipping into his skinny jeans, and it should be funny, or maybe awkward, how clumsy he is with it, but Daniel can't help feeling a little bit charmed. Just as he had been charmed by his blunt advances in the club, and the way he had laughed too loud at Daniel's bad joke in the car.

He wasn't supposed to be charmed.

Well, to be honest, he wasn't supposed to be in this situation at all. He doesn't usually go to clubs alone, he isn't that young and horny anymore, but he had needed to feel the bass in his lungs and the alcohol in his veins after a few long, awful days, so he had chucked on a shirt and some pants and found his way somewhere he was hoping he wouldn't get recognised. He had ended up in a small club on the other side of the city, and it had taken him a sparkly drink and two dance offers to realise he maybe still was young enough to have fun.

It had taken Max to make him think that maybe he was also horny enough.

Max had slid behind him on the dance floor, large palm against his hipbones, turning him around to throw him a wide smile, eyes crinkling and sparkling in the low lights.

Daniel wasn't planning on going home with someone, but Max had guided him to grind against him while they were dancing, and then kissed him wet and open right there in the middle of the crowd, and Daniel had lost his mind a little.

Daniel had thought about asking him to go to Max's place, he didn't like inviting strangers into his house, but Max had slipped a hand under his shirt to touch his sweaty skin and asked "take me home?" and Daniel had.

Max had chatted and laughed in the car, a hand firmly planted high up on Daniel's thigh, until Daniel had stopped pretending he was following whatever he was talking about and tugged him into a kiss. He didn't like kissing people, kissing men, somewhere he could be seen so easily, but Max's lips had been red and full and Daniel had wanted it.

Max had taken his shoes off at the door and Daniel had felt a tug somewhere too high up and on the left to be his gut. Max had kissed him like he wanted to eat Daniel whole, but touched him like Daniel had been something precious. He had taken him apart more easily than a one-night stand was supposed to.

Daniel never bottomed with strangers, but Max had been hovering over him, eyes so bright and intense, hands playing with the band of Daniel's underwear, and Daniel had let his legs fall open before Max could even ask what he wanted.

Max had still asked and Daniel should have known he was making a mistake. Because when he had come, Max's hand around him, Max's dick inside him, something had been rearranged inside him, something had dramatically shifted. Or maybe it had happened earlier, when Max had pressed a kiss against his stomach while opening him up. Or when he had closed his teeth on Daniel's bottom lip in the car. Or earlier still, in the club, when Max had told him "you look pretty, Daniel", voice rounding his name weirdly.

And now he is watching Max getting ready to leave, feeling like his world was tilting, and he was supposed to learn how to live with that.

He watches as Max shrugs his black t-shirt back on, trying uselessly to smooth out his hair a little, hoping he doesn't look as desperate as he feels to ask him to stay.

Finally, Max pats his pockets to check for his phone and wallet, and then looks up, smiling at Daniel with the same lips that had been pressed against his pulse point not twenty minutes ago.

How did Daniel end up like this?

"That was fun," he says, smile too practiced to look fake. Hopefully.

Max's eyes seem to soften and he nods, crossing the space to the bed again to press a kiss against Daniel's cheek.

"It was good, Daniel." He says it like it's not just Daniel's name, but like it means something more, something Daniel doesn't know yet. Something he'll probably never know, now.

Daniel is expecting him to leave then, is ready to curl up in bed and go to sleep without even showering, disgusting as it is, just to keep their smells together a little longer, a pathetic thought to have about a one-night stand, but one nobody will have to know. And yet, Max hesitates, a hand coming up to rub at his neck, tug at his hair.

Something scarily close to hope starts to fill Daniel's lungs.

"I don't want to, uh, be that person," Max starts, stilted and awkward, ears red. It's the first time Daniel seems him embarrassed, and he wants to lick the blush right off his cheeks. "Could I maybe give you my number?"

Daniel is looking for his phone even before Max has closed his mouth, ignores him as he giggles when Daniel lunges out of bed to grab his abandoned pants, raising his phone in the air like a trophy. Max is fully laughing by the time Daniel hands it to him, but Daniel doesn't care anymore. He already can't wait to call.

[hitomisuzuya]

Osamu Dazai x fem!reader. Smut. Semi public. Cunnilingus. Degradation

Occasionally, I write for other fandoms. I was rewatching Bungo Stray Dogs earlier and I am down bad for this man. Scara smut later. I couldn't get this out of my head. Happy New Year!

You didn't even think twice when Dazai said you had to come into the Agency two hours before you usually did. You figured it was for something important. However, you did think it was weird that it was Dazai telling you this.

This man did whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased. You found it hard to believe that Dazai would be concerned with arriving to Agency's office early or even on time.

Your skirt was pushed up your thighs, your legs spread on the couch in front of Dazai. There was a wicked look of mischievous lust in his eyes as he looked up at you from between your legs. Your panties had been pushed aside as Dazai's tongue worked ruthlessly over your cunt.

"Da-Dazai, someone might--" Dazai cut off your protest by latching his lips onto your puffy clit, making your sentence fall apart in a loud moan. You clamped your hand over your mouth, your hips rolling up to seek more friction.

"Don't be so stingy, belladonna," His long, beautiful fingers ghosted featherlight and teasing on the insides of your thighs, "let me hear you," He swirled his tongue almost lazily on your clit.

You put your other hand on the back of his head, pushing his mouth desperately onto your cunt. Dazai vibrated a moan of bliss on your clit. The motion of your hips picked up, your eyes darting to the door for a moment

Your frenzied lust gave Dazai such a thrill. Your cunt was clenching so tight on his tongue that he knew you could barely think, your mind only occasionally drifting to the possiblity that someone could walk in. He could even see the flashes on momentary panic in your glassy eyes as they rolled into the back of your head.

Dazai was master with his tongue. He wanted to slowly build your orgasm up tighter, tighter, leaving you just on the verge of cumming. He wanted to leave you hanging that much longer, to feel you tug on his hair as you push his face onto your cunt with urgency.

"Question is, will my pretty slut cum before anyone arrives," He teased, prodding his tongue slowly on your clit.

"D-Dazai, please," You moaned, grinding your cunt shamelessly into his mouth. You felt a few soothing rubs on your thighs, a twisted sense of glee bled into the smile on his face when you moaned louder hearing his degrading praise.

"Shh, it's okay, belladonna," Dazai nudged his nose against your cunt, sweeping his tongue between your sensitive walls. You squirmed on the couch, your hand fell from your mouth to the back of his head, earning you a praising groan. "Let me work," He cooed.

The only thing you could do was cling to and tug on Dazai's hair as his tongue pushed you over the edge. Your legs shook as the knot of your orgasm splintered apart, holding his face into your cunt as your release flooded out onto his tongue.

"See, I knew I could get my precious girl to squirt before the day started," He said, his voice thick with pride as he happily lapped your release.

You were panting quietly, your body nearly limp on the couch by the time Dazai sat up and wiped his mouth. He straightened your panties, and patted your thighs in satisfaction.

[splataii]

so uh @b1ueprinc3 made a post and i was inspired to make this drabble.

pervert manager dabi x male reader

cw: sub/bottom male reader, top/dom character, dacryphilia, degradation, minor exhibitionism, groping

anyway dabi first meets you an just thinks ur so fucking cute. he just loves your enegry and attitude, and becomes a lil too eager to train you, always being a lil touchy. hes down horrendous, always grabbing ur ass to congratulate you for a job well done at the end of the day or whatever.

insists he a “hands on learning” typa guy. always grabbing you by the waist so he can grind his obvious boner against your ass as he scoots behind you. always grabs u by the back of the neck, rubbing a thumb up its side as he leans over your shoulder to look at whatever work has you occupied. grabs you by the beltloop when youre passing him so he can spin you around and tell you about this “important work related thing” while he keeps his fingers pressed into your hips.

he already thinks you look pretty good in the assigned uniform, but one day, he has the genius idea to spill some water or something over you so you're forced to change into a top that's a couple sizes too small (which he insists is the only available uniform, yes it's mandatory, no you can't go home and change).

he promises it was an accident, and that he’ll wash it for you (despite the fact you insist you can clean it yourself) but instead spends his time dropping random shit on the ground so he can see your pants strain against ur ass and the way your shirt rides up your back.

the liar also takes your old shirt to the backroom to fist his cock with, pretending it's ur fucked out face he's cumming on. you ain't never getting that shit back

speaking of jerking off, this bitch does it all the time. specifically does it when youre getting off break and heading to the break rooms, so you can hear the sound of him shamelessly moaning your name as he finishes to another one of his gross fantasies of you laying spread out for him in his bed. he exits the stall and smiles when he sees your face like its no big. always makes sure to give ur ass a nice slap and some half assed “work hard” crap before he leaves you totally embarrassed.

nyway he also a bit overprotective, never stepping more than a couple feet away from you while you're working with a customer, and even other coworkers. he knows people know how cute you are. why would he leave his sweet boy to deal with those random mofos? he just stands behind you glaring when he feels someone is getting too close. you get a little confused, when they eventually leave, terrified, but he's always there to comfort you. your ass is his, you don't need no one else baby<3

he can have a bit of a mean streak sometimes tho, stretching you thin. whenever you (expectedly) fail to meet his impossible deadlines, he’s teasing you. talking about what a dumb little boy you are. he could probably fire you, if he wanted to. but he wont. if you could do this one little thing for him.. he pulls you into an old storage closet, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants so he can slap it on your face and spread his pre all over your cheek and nose. he can't help it, you just look a lot cuter this way. besides, he knows you can take it. dumb little boys like you are only made for one thing. since you're such a bad employee, show him what a damn good whore you are.

dabi claims he's only mean cause he cares. boys like you need to be taught a lesson so no one can take advantage of you. but sometimes, he plays like he's gonna make you answer calls while hes spearing you on his dick, just so he can see your pretty tears as you shake ur head no.

once again, he can have complete one eighty's, giving you all these bonuses and gifts at work saying “you deserve it” and all that shit, but everybody at work knows the reason you get all this special treatment is cause he slutting you out behind closed doors.

at the end of the day, you’re really just dabi’s personal whore. and everyone knows it.

[miheartsedthings]

Billy request if you do em :)

52. “Can I kiss you?”

TA-DA! Hope you didn't think I forgot you or anything.

Summary: Post- graduation, Billy's found-family has been teaching him about consent. He hasn't fully grasped it.

"Can I Kiss You?"*

TW: Dubious consent

Billy and his friends approach you at the first party of the semester. Billy’s one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen in person, overshadowing anyone else you’ve met on campus and easily trumping everyone at the party. You don’t expect to look up from your drink and have his undivided attention. Yet there he is, sauntering over to you in a leather jacket with no shirt underneath. In his eyes is such a steady determination you find yourself unable to look away as he approaches.  

“Ask her first, B.” Steve urges him but Billy's eyes are cloudy with drink and intention. Nancy stands red-faced between him and Robin while Steve is shaking his head at the way Billy is invading your personal space. Whatever group mission they're on has already derailed and you're at the center of it.

“Damn,” he says, his eyes dragging up and down your form “Gorgeous, every time.” His proximity forces you against the wall. 

“Billy boy,” Robin calls with a chuckle, “Ask.”

“Ask–?” you're interrupted as he takes your cheeks into his warm palms.

“Can I?”

Billy pulls you into a kiss, intense and greedy. He knows you want him just as much as he wants you. His mouth is warm, beer sour. His breath brushes your face as he turns that penetrating gaze into your eyes. 

“You liked that. Yeah?”

His words are buried under music for the others, but you hear him loud and clear, nose to nose as you are. You nod. 

“What did you wanna ask?” 

Your tone is distracted, and your brain goes fuzzy when he kisses you again, your back bumps into the wall and you hold his forearms. His friends are snickering behind him. 

“There goes the consent rule” Steve says. 

“Was that ever a stable subject for him?” Nancy adds. 

Billy picks you up and you straddle him, earning moans from the others which both of you ignore. Billy takes you somewhere, a playful grin spreading his lips as he carries you up the steps. He’s drunk, stumbling to the side a little, bumping you into the wall. The two of you laugh. 

“A little sloppy, huh?” You chide. 

He snickers, tossing you up against his chest, his hands gripping up under your skirt, the sudden violation elicits a startled, thrilling sound as you look down at him with renewed excitement. His eyes amused, daring you to doubt his control. 

“Yeah,” he says, “A bit.” 

Upstairs, the music slightly faded, the darkened hallway is sparse of bodies. The occasional mumbled voice from behind a closed door is all. Billy backs you against a wall and now your tongues have met. Your fingers play in his hair and his crotch is pushed against yours, warm and so close. This feeling is painfully good. The power of being that thing he wants to fuck. Radient with some golden honey men can smell. His tongue curls into your mouth to taste it, hands messaging your ass, his fingers rubbing the little strip of cloth covering your pussy. 

He moves to your neck, biting hard enough to startle you and then sucking, intent on leaving a mark as his hips grind into you. The hard curve of his tip bumps your clit and your hand tightens in his hair. He’s warm. His toned body between your legs, pressing you to the wall, his mouth against your neck, drawing moans without hardly trying. The pressure of him between your legs feels so sweet. So perfect. 

He moves his mouth to your cleveage, then pulls down your dress, exposing your tits, and in the moment between seeing your nipples and sucking them, words tumble from his lips which reach your ears at a delay. 

“Can I?” 

Every swirl of his tongue around your nipple sends a little surge right through your clit, a magic trick that makes you press his head in harder, urging his sucking and gently nibbling. 

“Fuck,” you breath, every little swivel of your hips grinds against his shaft, and he moans, switching to your other nipple. Footsteps on the stairs send a flush of raw nerves buzzing through you in a warm rush. “Someone’s coming.” 

Your words hushed against his ear only excite him more. The idea that someone will see the two of you- see you with your legs open for him, as close to fucking as kissing can get. 

“Billy,” you whisper. The people have reached the hall and you know they’ve spotted you, their loud voices drop to hushed tones. A flush of embarrassment makes you squirm against the wall, burying your face into his neck to hide. “Billy, please.” 

Finally, he listens. Abruptly, he takes your weight against him and continues down the hall, bursting into the first room you find unlocked. You find yourself tossed onto your back on a mess of blankets. Billy pulls off your panties, his eyes heavy with lust and focused on your nakedness as he stands back and takes off his jacket. 

“Fuck, baby,” his eyes trail up to your chest, and finally your face. He smirks. “Don’t look so nervous.” 

“I’m not,” you say, though your words are belied by the quiver in your voice. You prop yourself up on your elbows as Billy is crawling onto the bed, his hand falls to your lips, rubbing your wetness over them, staring down at the act like it’s just so beautiful. 

“Billy,” 

“Yeah?” 

He doesn’t look up. Transfixed as he is by the slow swirling. 

“What did you wanna ask me?” 

He pushes his middle finger inside, and as he does, as he’s sinking in past the first knuckle and you’re softening at the feeling- his lips part, a wisp of an exhale. Finally, he looks at you with those drunken, lover-boy eyes and all of you goes warm from the center of your stomach out.

“If I could kiss you,” he says, leaning closer, eyeing your mouth again, his weight sinking the mattress beside your hip. You feel like a small animal about to be eaten. You start to form words, but he’s so close, and just as you try he pushes in another finger. 

“Ask me? You didn’t–”

He’s kissing you, and his fingers are buried inside, curving into your flesh, pulling wetness out of you like fingering fruit. He groans and pulls back to look down. 

“Fuck,” he says, “I knew it. Fuckin knew you were like this.” 

He pulls harder, his fingers pushing hard and slow and every stroke brings more out of you, making you moan, turning your mouth onto his neck, your hands into his hair. You never do manage to answer the question. He never gets around to properly asking.

Hope you loved it ~

[letternotekisses]

HIII May I request some Reaper headcanons pls? Idc if it's fluff or nsfw headcanons, or even both idc, choose whatever you're in the mood to write! I just need content about that man and as I love how you writee, then ....<3

i wanna fuck that old man so bad....<3 nsfw under da cut and also cw 4 stalking, kidnapping mention, free use & size kink and general yandere-ish behaviour

Reaper is all sharp edges, and its no different when he's dragging a clawed gauntlet down your cheek - reddening the soft flesh when he squeezes you harshly enough to make your lips pout. He's all growls, but for you? It's different, it's still a low, timbering rumble in his chest - but he's not trying to intimidate you, no - he's just staking his claim, you see. Once he's decided that you belong to him, there's nothing stopping him from getting what he wants.

Overwhelmingly possessive - if you work alongside him in Talon, Reaper makes it a hobby to follow you all over base, leering from a shadowed corner if you spend a little too much time talking to one of Talon's many replaceable grunts. You don't see them again, and Gabe seems a little too pleased with himself as of late. If you're a civilian, he's also not above following you home - shadow-stepping into your room to steal a few pairs of underwear souvenirs to keep him company before he decides on the right time to snatch you away.

He expects you to be ready for him at all times, materialising behind your back in a cloud of wispy smoke - his clawed gauntlets prying your soft thighs apart and tearing at the fabric covering what he wants. Gabriel will part your folds and bury his fat cock inside in one smooth motion, holding you upright by grabbing the soft fat of your hip. He's thick, pulsing hotly between your legs in a way that warms you up and makes you melt like putty against his chest. He loves to fuck you silly - wrapping an elbow around your neck so he can keep you in place as he bullies your poor hole to the point where you're begging and whimpering at him for mercy.

He seems rather harsh, but it's easy to psyche him out through his jealousy - wear a shorter skirt, or maybe even a tighter top - give Akande a good eyeful while you converse and Gabe just so happens to be in the room. Although, I must point out that when teasing the Reaper, you must be prepared for the consequences. This includes having your hair fisted in his grip as he shoves his meaty cock down your throat, tears fluttering on the ends of your lashes as you choke around him, spit dribbling down your chin messily. And he won't let you off easy, pulling you back so you can whine at him to fuck you, grinding against his boot like a needy whore.

Despite his rough and tumble demeanour - Reaper does treasure you. I like to think there is still a hint of the old Gabriel Reyes in the midst of all that hot topic clothing. When the sun goes down, he holds you like glass, as if you might melt away like sand through his fingertips. It's sweet and fleeting, but as long as he's still standing, you'll be safe under him.

Even before Moira's experiments, the SEP programme had bulked Gabe up quite a bit. As Reaper - he's a beast, all broad and bulky muscle clad in dark robes. He loves being able to overpower you a little bit too much, he loves how his hand covers the expanse of your hip almost entirely, how he can hold you up with one hand as he ploughs you into the floor...he's obsessed. He uses it to his advantage, manhandling you so he can press himself deeper into your sweet cunt, hitting that spot that makes you squeal and squeeze down on him tighter than he could ever curl his own fist. God, you're so sweet and soft under him - he'd keep you warming his cock forever, if he could.

[is-nini]

Prince Abyss! Aether x Sensitive! Reader

A DDLG story. This is not intended to promote incest or any harm regarding bad stuff or trauma that is happening currently.

nsfw under this, if you are uncomfortable please please step away or ignore. Thankyou.

TW: VERY DIRTY AND FRONTAL TALK, SQUIRTING, fingering

Aether doesn't really enjoy teasing you verbally as in outside the bedroom but oh how he loves to tease you till you cry on your shared bed or his office. 

You are so lucky that the dark prince loves you is all I can say 😏

No need for example when you're already bent over his smooth mahogany desk. Your skirt that barely covers your wet cute yellow pantie full on display in front of your dear daddy. 

"I barely touched you yet you are already so... Wet" Aether says, you can hear his smirk through his voice, dripping with amusement. You let out a whimper as you shake your ass a little, trying to let your leg stand straight "Da-daddy!". Aether puts his thumb and slowly drags it up and down your slit, getting more and more of your sweet juice to come out. "So sensitive baby... My princess is so sensitive" he whispers as he looks at your trembling state and he hasn't even put anything in yet- heck he hasn't even pulled down your panties yet.

"Da-daddy,  please please stop! want you!" You pleaded but your please fell into dead ear as Aether bent down a little and pulled your underwear up so that your underwear would push more towards your pussy. He watches your pussy slowly engulf your panties. The mean prince of the abyss laughs in amusement as you try to grind against it. "Oh sweet pussy look at it, taking in your own underwear- oh baby, you look so tired are you okay?" He teases you as he pretends that you're sick when you are desperately trying to gain friction. Your panties are stroking your clit and pussy but it's not Aether's cock- it's not daddy's cock you won't be satisfied. 

Aether has his fun with your panties and slowly fixes it, covering your pussy back with your wet pantie as if he's not using it a second ago. Just as you were about to say something a hard slap immediately hit your ass "eek-! Daddy!" You scream and look back at your daddy, his face filled with pleasure and calmness, a certain trait of his that made him able to contain himself even if your pussy is only inches away. "Yes princess?" Another slap gets its way to your other ass as another scream rips out from you as you get teary eyes. You may not be able to see it but you're sure as heck it'll leave a mark.

Your juices are overflowing to your thighs already, the glimmer of your juice is lewdly visible to your daddy's eye. "Ahw.. look at this... Wait princess, let me do something". Aether pulls you back up and sat you down on his desk, facing him. "Spread your leg" Aether demand, you let out a whimper as you slowly open your leg but a gust of gentle cold wind hits your wet pussy so you immediately closes it. Aether maybe patient especially when it comes to not letting you cum but he's not that patient when you didn't do what he ordered so? Simple solution he just spread your leg by himself. "Da-daddy! No! Ah! Cold!" Your sensitive body feels it. 

Aether smirks at you and slowly get down on your pussy level "Ouhh baby, if only you can see how adorable this is" he slowly pulls your panties till it reaches your ankle and let the rest fall  by itself. Your body tremble and shake as more tears came out of your eyes, your chest heaving up and down. Aether pulls apart your puffy pussy with his thumb and slowly blows on it, making you clech the desk as hard as you could "Daddy! Please don't do that! Am sensitive! So-so cold! Daddy please sto-stop blowing on it" Aether looks up at you for a second before putting his attention back on your pussy. "Princess, your pussy is mine. I do whatever I want with it okay? ...Just a small reminder" he said calmly before hitting your pussy "ngh! Ah! Nooo!" More juices came out as your pussy throbbing around nothing. Aether laugh and gave a little lick to your clit, making you immediately squash his head with your delicious thigh " daddyh! Oh gosh! Daddyyyh s-stop! Please stop teasi-teasing me!!!". Aether shakes his head before insert two of his finger to your puffy pussy, he fumble with your clit with his thumb. 

"Ngh!!!! Aahhn! Hah! Uhnnn!!! Daddy oh! Daddy please!  Yes! Oh daddy" your body tremble and shaking as you throw your head back. Aether enjoy the scene unfolding In Front of him, your flushed face... "Shh, is okay baby, daddy's here" more sniffles and whines rips out from you. He inserted more finger in you, making an upward motion, making sure to keep hitting the spot where you see stars "aahh!!!!! Daddy!!! Oh! Ohh there! Ah! Wanna-wanna cum please please" your stomach tightens as your leg spreads a little wider, your body twitching forward, you puff out your chest, bending your back and squirt all over.

Aether lets out a chuckle "Keep going baby it's okay, ohh you're doing great huh, look at all this sweet juice" you cannot deal with it, his dirty words. You whimper and cry as you slowly come down from your high. Aether slowly strokes your pussy, trying to calm your now throbbing pussy. "good job baby, good job princess. Such a good job for me" he picked up your trembling body and sat you down on top of his thigh, stroking your still fucked out face as he try to ignore his painfully hard cock inside his pants. 

Oh how he loves to ruin you now... But he has to be patient. Poor you will break if he insert his long cock now.. although it is not a bad idea, Aether still noted how sensitive you are... It's fine, he has plenty of time to build your sensitive tolerance. For now, he'll let you take a rest.

[tojis-gf]

dis was not proofread LOLOLOL so if sum doesn't sound right, my fault

dilf!toji who loves to take his cute lil bimbo gf to the bar on friday nights to meet up with his buddies. and oh do you look so out of place, a cute lil innocent-looking dollface in a bar full of a bunch of older sleazy men. but under that facade, you're nothing but a naughty little minx. and that's what toji loves about you.

you'd be sitting on toji's lap at a table with him and his buddies, not having a single care about the fact that you guys are in public, grinding against his bulge while masking it as you just readjusting yourself but of course you knew just how riled up that got him as you smirk while continuing to mindlessly scroll through whatever app on your phone.

you'd continue to commit similar acts throughout the night, pressing your ass deeper into his growing bulge as he lets off a low grunt, his friends not noticing as they were too engrossed in the football game playing on the tv to notice what was happening right in front of them. his grip around your waist gets tighter as his cock begins to strain against his black jeans.

he pulls your back against his chest as he whispers into your ear "ya really wanna play that game, doll?" and all you can do is act like you have no clue what he's talking about "what are you talking about babe? 'm jus on my phone, look, see!" you pout waving the phone in his face "look at this cute lil dress i found, 's soo cute!" you say acting all innocent as you bat your eyelashes at him.

you can tell toji's beginning to grow more and more frustrated and within minutes he's lifting you up off his lap, getting up, and taking you by the wrist, telling his friends some ridiculous excuse he made up about you two needing to head to the grocery store soon.

the car ride home is nothing but silence and some random rock radio station playing at a low volume until toji speaks up "y' thought pullin' that shit tonight was funny huh?" and you giggle "i was jus bored, n you know you liked it" you smirk.

"of course i did, but now i got this fuckin' problem in my pants n had to leave the bar early since my girlfriend wants to be a brat" he hissed, one hand on the wheel while his other rested on your inner thigh. "aww you gonna punish me?" you say pouting mockingly at him.

you don't get an immediate response, until you're about to pull into your driveway "i want you on the couch, face down ass up, do i make myself clear?" he demands and you nod and do just that :)

authors note: bruh i would've continued to write more but i jus wanted 2 do something short for rn (i have long fic (like over 1k which is alot for me bruh LOL) coming out probably next week ? it's an idea i've had for a min, just trying to figure out the right way to execute it !) + dialogue has always been something rlly difficult for me 2 write so i'm rlly sorry if it's ass but w practice i hope to improve in da future ! hehe

[r4vn]

—BREAKING POINT

kaı x reader

w.c: 3,066

disclaimers: nsfw, 18+, unprotected sex (stay safe out there guyz), fem!reader, withdrawals, praise kink, use of cannabis, da weed, tension, fingering, smexy time, missionary (bc we love intimacy)

—synopsis: you notice how irritable kai has been throughout the day, and it concerned you. later that evening, you make your way to his room, hoping you could help him out.

a/n: hola :D i am very slowly getting back into writing. this is a fic abt kai having withdrawals!! this is not my best work it feels so...meh. this was actually inspired by a post weeeeks ago by an account that deactivated BUT I KNOW @uch3na REPOSTED SO TY SWEETHEART.. but i hope you enjoy :) all love ♡

「divider by @/cafekitsune」

everyone was off of the blue now. the air within the whole ship was heavy within this past week. new emotions and new feelings emerged to define everyone differently as the days passed. everyone began to show different personalities and likings. it sort of felt like, well, life was breathed back into them.

some kids ran the halls and some got ..busy with each other. you and your friend sela stuck to one another in the midst of the emotional chaos. you, her and a few others would keep up with your tasks and maintenance checks around the ship. chris, voted new leader, had a hard time trying to keep the troublemakers in check. the ones who would wander off during tasks or play around recklessly, affecting other's work.

"please, stop being idiots and get back to your plants." chris spoke firmly. zac dropped whatever he was holding in his hand and stepped to chris, scoffing.

"or what? are you going to throw me off the ship?" zachary taunted with a smirk.

"that can arranged." foretold chris, stepping even closer to the boy in front of him. zac's smile left his face after his words, wearing a more serious expression.

"enough! zac, take a break. chris, get back to your job at hand. for god sake, we don't need any more chaos." sela scolded while stepping in front of the two men. zachary reluctantly backed off, holding his hands up in a mocking tone. he walked off and the tension in the room immediately became lighter.

you looked at kai, who seemed to be on edge as he did his tasks. his forehead was glistened in cold sweat while tending to the vegetables. his fingers trembled ever so slightly. he looked agitated, anxious. you worried yes, but you decided not to bother him. you made a mental note to ask him later and walked away in the hall, sela catching up.

"hey, do you...you wanna do something ...risky?" you couldn't help but arch a brow. a smile threatened your lips and you nodded. sela immediately took your hand and began walking briskly in the halls. you two ended up going to richards room. you were amazed by all the things he had from earth such as photos, trinkets, and clothing. you knew nothing of this supposed beautiful planet and were amazed at the things he had.

"he showed me all these things, i don't know why. maybe because i'm chief medical officer, maybe i was most responsible." sela sighed before opening a medium-sized box of richards personal belongings. she dug under the photos to find an even smaller, wooden box and held it up with a grin. it was the size of her hand. you rose brow and grabbed it, opening the box to reveal rolled cylindrical wraps. an intense smell made your face scrunch up. it didn't smell particularly nice but it wasn't bad either. it had the slightest hint of floral notes.

there were 5 rolled, opaque cream-colored wraps with a grinded plant in it. you heard of it before, vaguely reading about it in your books. it was cannabis.

sela locked the door and turned on the room air filter. she then grabbed the box full of joints and the black lighter. you sat down on the floor against richards bed. it felt odd to you, to be in the room of the dead. richard's death was tragic, and it disturbed you whenever you thought about it. you pushed the thought away quickly.

sela placed the filtered end of the joint to her lips before lighting the opposite twisted end, igniting it. she inhaled slowly, pulling away from the joint to fully inhale to the back of her throat. her face tightened in discomfort before finally exhaling. she then coughed roughly, giving you thumbs up.

"im okay– i'm okay, it just burns." she strained.

"burns? what the hell is in it?" you asked, nervous at her reaction. you felt like a delinquent. you’ve never done anything like this before. "it's only dried cannabis. on earth, they'd dry the plant cannabis sativa or cannabis indica. when burned and inhaled, the active chemical, THC travels through the lungs to the bloodstream." sela passed the joint to you, causing a nerving ache to fill your chest.

"the decarboxylation process for the active chemical occurs between 200° and 245° fahrenheit." a staccato sigh escaped your lips, mentally hoping you don't die before you took a small hit of the joint. the hot air immediately hit the back of your throat and caused you to go into a huge coughing fit. your throat burned like hot coal and your eyes glazed over with tears.

"easy [y/n], easy. reel it back in, slowly," sela laughs at your reaction, slowly patting your back.

"clear your throat and take small breaths." you did as told, your hacking settling down to staccato coughs. you sniffled, wiping your teary eyes as you continued to clear the unscratchable itch in your throat.

"wow." you strained out, beginning to laugh. sela chuckled while taking another hit, holding it for a few seconds then exhaling.

"as i was saying," sela started jokingly. "the active chemical makes the human brain have psychedelic effects on the body." you get the joint again and take an even smaller hit, slowly blowing it out. "effects such as altered senses like slow movement and brighter colors, difficulty thinking, and psychosis when taking high doses."

you freeze and look at her with slight concern, glancing between her and the joint. the blonde giggles, taking the spliff out your hand so hit it.

"don't worry, this is a normal dose." she chuckled, blowing the fumes in the air above her. for the next ten minutes you share the spliff, occasionally tapping the ashes in the box.

the effects engulfed you like a warm fuzzy blanket. you quickly acclimated to taking bigger puffs, enjoying watching the smoke dance above you. as you continued, your eyelids began to feel heavy and your movement slowed. you and sela giggled every few seconds, feeling amazing physically. you felt like a cloud, but heavy like gravity was pulling you down.

"do you feel good?" sela asks, smiling with low eyes. you simply nod, suddenly beginning to laugh when realizing you didn't answer audibly.

"yes, i feel..good. i feel so warm and light." sela nodded and stood, stumbling with a giggle. she grinned and turned to you with a hand out. you grabbed it and forced yourself up, the blood rushing to your head. you took a deep breath to begin wondering how to look as sober as possible.

you were only 3 hallways down from your room, and you needed to look as normal as possible out there.

"thanks for this ..earth experience." sela nodded happily, opening the door for the two of you. you parted ways with her, and walked to your room in a slower pace. you walked closer to the ship walls to keep you from falling like an idiot. your gaze was low and you felt so suspicious. but you couldn't second guess yourself. you kept walking with your eyes to the floor. almost there..one last turn and–

your head collided with something firm, and warm. you stumbled backwards but due to being intoxicated you fell completely on your ass. your red, [e/c] eyes looked up at dark brown ones.

"kai?" you asked and stood up with a hand on the wall.

"watch where you're going." he replied roughly. you scan his person, noticing his shoulders moving up and down. his breathing was deep and rough, and sweat glistening on his face and neck. he looks distressed, and even more fidgety than earlier.

"are you ..okay?" you asked, ignoring his snarky tone. kai furrowed his brows, lips parted from panting ever so slightly. your low orbs trailed down to the beads of sweat on his neck, then too the veins of his forearms were more visible against the surface of his skin. your head buzzed and you gulped thickly, a warmth building up in your core.

"im fine–.." kai mumbled, blinking rapidly. "just...just watch where you're going." the brunette pushed past you, walking away.

you watched as he walked away, staring at his back.

he has a nice back...

you continued to walk and finally made it to your room with no more obstacles. sitting on your bed, you watched the stars out the window. they seemed much brighter, nearly shining in your eyes. you enjoyed this feeling. you felt euphoric and everything fell away from your troubles. finally laying down, you let the slumber take you.

°°°

waking up much more clear-minded, you blinked your eyes noticing they didn't feel as heavy as before. your mind immediately went back to kai. you couldn't help it. you immediately get up and out on your shoes, exiting your room.

you walked the halls silently. it was late in the evening and so no one was awake. you made your way towards kai's room and stood in front of the door. anxious filled you now, knowing that only a door is what separated you and the brunete. suddenly, his door immediately opened and were now facing kai himself. he immediately froze for a split second before slamming the door in your face.

your heart dropped before hurriedly spluttering over your words, knocking this time.

"kai– i know this is abrupt im sorry but–" you rambled.

"what do you want [y/n]?" he asks behind the door, voice laced with irritance.

"i–...i wanted to check up on you. i didn't think you'd be awake at this time heh– but you looked unwell all day today." you laugh sheepishly, fiddling with your fingers.

"im fine." he cuts in. you purse your lips and sigh, turning your nose up to the ceiling.

"heh, you suck at lying kai. just tell me what's wrong." there was a long pause. you were giving up on the door opening anytime soon and nearly took a step back before kai opened the door. he simultaneously turned away while doing so to walk to his bed. you enteted and closed door behind you rubbing your neck at the unbearable tense silence.

"..so," you sighed gently at kai's stubbornness not to look at you. "what's wrong?" kai doesnt turn around, nor answer.

you don't say anything else and instead examine what you can see. his breathing was still ragged and his hands clenched and unclenched into first every handful of seconds. the light from the low LEDs that trailed the space window gently outlined his figure. his nape was glistened from cold sweat. kai wasn't alright. something was wrong.

"..kai–?" you asked. kai groaned softly, rolling his neck out of agitation. your heart thumped loudly in your ears.

"[y/n]–.. i think– ..i feel weird. i-i feel hot." kai reluctantly explained. "ive been like this all day i– ive been irritated and uncomfortable all day. im sweaty and trembling and–..and my stomach right here feels.." he groans out, holding his core. it wasn't in a painful sense, but in a discomfort yet, yearning one. your body pulsed at the sound he made, causing you to take a step towards him.

"does it feel warm? too warm? do you feel a light fog in your head?" kai strained another whiny groan, holding his nape as he turned a 45° angle to look over his shoulder at you. he hesitantly nodded. he was trying so hard to be tough but had a needy look in his eyes, a gaze of hunger. you didn't know if it was the cannabis still in your system but you felt magnetized to him. the aura he radiated made you feel like small prey in front of an apex predator, but you enjoy the sense of thrill.

"well not to sound creepy but i've been sort of watching you all day. you seem to be having withdrawals, kai." you explained, walking towards him. his hand raised up to his forehead, humming. you placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the brunette flinch then relax again. you then decided to walk around him so you faced his front now, your big [e/c] looking up at him. kai forced himself to look at you but it only worsened the warm feeling in his core.

"what are you feeling right now kai?" you questioned, your hand gently grabbing his hand to pull away from his face. he gulped, staring at you intensely. the way your hair was slightly tousled from waking up, how your skin looked so soft and supple and your eyes stared at him so enticingly.

"my head is all light, my abdomen burns, i have cold sweats, and–.." kai bites back his has words, looking away from you. you tilt your head and tenderly cup his cheek to turn him towards you again.

"and..?" you ask, genuinely concerned. kai swallowed thickly. he suddenly flushed a more prominent rose color across his face before replying

"and ...i'm so, horny [y/n]. god, you being here isn't helping." he breathed out. before you could even respond, both of his large hands cupped the sides of your head before kissing you deeply. you squeaked into his mouth, kissing back as your hands gripped onto the sides of his clothed torso. he moved closer to you which caused you to move back, falling onto the bed.

"i couldn't stand looking at you all day because i couldn't take this pent up feeling [y/n]," he gasped between kisses. "but i can't take it anymore now, i need you now." you blushed deeply as you began to fail at keeping up with his kissing pace.

kai slid in between your legs and pushed his warm body up against yours. he kissed down your face and neck, licking and sucking at your skin. you allowed him to do so before the two of you started pulling off each others shirts.

the tall brunette kissed hungrily down your chest as his hands roamed your torso. you gasped at the difference in body temperatures of you and him, closing your eyes in bliss.

"i've wanted to do this even on the blue. i just couldn't explain the feeling until i got off it." he mumbled against your skin. butterflies erupted in your stomach as he spoke in such a low, seductive tone. his hand slipped in between your thighs and you lost nearly all strength as he teased your already wet second pair of lips. he hummed into your neck as you let out needy gasps, the pleasure radiating throughout your body.

he entered two fingers, finally getting a broken moan out of you. you threw your head back onto the bed, nearly riding his fingers.

"good girl." he praised, leaving deeply colored bruises all over your skin as his fingers thrusted into you. you squeaked and moaned all over, trying to keep quiet due to it being so late. you could feel your walls pulsate around his long fingers, kai occasionally curling them to hit that one sweet spot.

"o-oh please– kai..kaiii–" you mewled, eyes watering from the amount of bliss you were in. he hushed you in a soft tone before slowly pulling his drenched fingers out of you. he lifted your head up to make eye contact with you and he licked his fingers clean.

"i'm right here [y/n]." he nuzzled his face into your cheek before planting a kiss. kai leaned up and pulled off his black pants and underwear, groaning as his hard-on bounced out from under the fabric. he stroked himself slowly to relieve some of the pressure before lining up at your entrance. brown orbs look up at you, silently asking for permission. you nodded eagerly, jaw slightly dropping as he pushed inside of you.

he was big, and thick. it burned ever so slightly but the pleasure overruled the pain. the ecstasy came in ways of pleasure as he slowly thrusted into you. your core tingled with warmth as he engulfed you. his sweat smelled like soft soap and you held onto his soft-toned arms for comfort.

"fuck–" he moaned out with a shudder. his eyes occasionally rolled back as he picked up speed. your moans became louder and you couldn't help it. you had never felt like this before. kai's hands trailed down to your hips and he leaned up to hold you in place as he rammed your insides.

"you're doing so good, [y/n]. there you go.." his voice felt like warm honey drenching your skin. it was like music to your ears and helped you edge closer to your climax.

"mmh– just like that, just like that–" you pleaded, nodding impatiently. you tilted your hips upward and it changed the feeling almost completely. kai was thrusting right up against your sweet spot. you moaned and whimpered and mewled all you could and became incoherent rather quickly. kai took notice of this and changed not a damn thing.

"you're so pretty under me [y/n]. i want you to finish all over me like a good girl, yeah?" he queried, a smile dancing on his pearly whites while erotic sounds occupied your mouth.

"yes. yes please– o-oh–" kai quickened his pace but kept his position, watching as you began to tremble. you made a face, signaling you were about to finish. watching you act so erotically made kai all pent up too. he tried his best to keep his pace, focusing only on you.

"oh god i– ..kai– ..i'm–" you cut yourself off with a loud shaky moan, your walls constricting around kai. your legs shook violently and your hips bucked wildly under his arms. your eyes flashed a brief white and you hear kai mumble a 'fuck' before feeling his cock puslate inside you.

"god–.." kai groaned, dropping his head below his shoulders.. his thrusts became shaky and eventually slowed to a stop. a comfortable silence fell over the room with only the sounds of panting occupying it. kai looked down at you, smiling cheekily. you couldn't help but giggle.

"you okay?" you asked, stroking his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

"yeah. i feel ..better," kai laughed at the slight coincidence. "round 2?"

you blushed and grinned, nodding before kissing the brunette above you again.

© r4vn ²⁰²⁴, do not repost my work.

see yall later :")

[essentiallyleaf]

day 22. daddy kink. with. sakura.

758 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, futa!idol x female reader, daddy kink, cockhungry reader, somewhat rough sex, i’m not feeling very funny tonight.

notes.

they just keep getting shorter! i swear it’s not because i’m procrastinating writing until 12 a.m. though. exhaustedly, leaf.

You met the girl in a mall, she was reading Kafka with the most peaceful, relaxed air, like there was a desert around her, when in reality it was so crowded and loud that you couldn’t hear your friend talk to you from across the table at the coffee shop. She later told you she likes to hear the sound of the artificial waterfall beside the escalator while she reads; you told her, go to the river; she told you, it’s not the same, people go to the river to relax, I don’t read to relax; you asked her, what do you read for?; she answered you, I read to understand what the writer is like in bed. Anyway, you went up to her and asked whether she knew if there was a library in the mall - you knew there was one right around the corner, but pick-up lines aren’t your forte; whose forte are they, if truth be told? - and if she had a book to recommend. “Well, it depends, what do you like?” It’s very easy to make conversation, if you think about it: you can start anywhere you want, and it’s like tributary streams, at some point you always end up channeling into your common interests.

It’s just following the course of the river that leads to her writing down her number on the paper towel you’d gotten with your coffee - “It’s Sakura, by the way, but you can call me Kkura,” she said with a warm smile, like she loved her name, like she had chosen it herself - to the two of you meeting again (neither of you used the word date, but in retrospect, well, yeah) in a bar downtown. They didn’t call themselves a gay bar, but the place had queer written all over it; I mean, Monthly Murder Mystery Monday? Really? To the two of you seeing each other four times in the next week, to her asking if you wanted to come to her house to have a drink after the fourth, cause she wanted to show you her wild animal plushie collection. One thing that surely was wild was the sex, that night. Kkura was plunging into your pussy from the back as you were bent over her bed, ass in the air, and she felt huge inside you. Your face was sunk into the soft light gray-brown fur of the sloth when it escaped your mouth.

“Ngh- ahaadhd- …addy!”

“What did you just say?”

“I- Nothing, I’msor-”

“Again.”

The thing about a river’s delta is, it splits very gradually, just one extra fork at a time, so you don’t really notice how wide it has spread until you’re already deep into it. You start calling her daddy every time you’re hungry for her cock, and she feeds you (the unholy sound of your slurps fills the room like there’s three girls sucking it at the same time, but no, it’s just little old you), then every time you’re hungry. She’s the sweetest girlfriend, you know she’d always get you whatever you’re craving if you asked nicely. You call her daddy when it’s just the two of you, then if there’s close friends around. They still smile jokingly when it happens, but they understand, they know what it’s like; not to be with a girl whose rod that can rearrange your insides, but to be lucky enough to be next to someone that you love and to not be afraid to show it. You almost have a slip up the first time you meet her parents: “Dad- Da… Dadaism was, pretty… wacky, wasn’t it? Duchamp, what an eccentric soul, haha!” Even the save is embarrassing, but it’ll be a great story to tell your kids; ok, maybe not your kids, maybe your friends.

She’s your daddy when you sit on her lap and start grinding on it while she’s having breakfast, when you lay your head on her shoulder and she gropes your tits, only covered by a thin beige t-shirt, while you’re watching Worlds, when she fucks you missionary and slaps your thighs until they become red like your cheeks at her parents’ house, and her fingers gently wrap around your throat, and she kisses you like her throat is burning and only you can help relieve it. You can’t separate freshwater and salt, once you’re out in the sea. It’s all mixed together, as one. And it’s not good or bad, it’s all just part of a natural cycle. Sakura, Kkura, daddy; any name, any place, any time.

-

footnotes.

my favorite shirt from Raygun is the one that says ‘Iowa: flee to flourish’. friedly, leaf.

[venusxsturnio]

FIGHTING TEMPTATIONS

PAIRINGღ chris x christian!fem!reader

SUMMARYღ what happens when a super horny, but holy, y/n's dreams of having sex with her boyfriend and gives into the temptation?

FROM VENUSღ hi guys! wassup, how are we ding this morning? good. well I'M NOT! THEY TOOK AWAY THE BOOPS! i'm so sorry for that, anyways.....lmk what y'all think. ✿ btw this was a request. lowkey i don't even know how a relationship with a christian even works...so lmk if i got sumthin wrong, but remember my requests are always open! and remember i love criticism. :)

WARNINGSღfluff...christianity...cussing...SMUT(i don't know what i'm doing)

not proofread!

Y/N POV

i was on chris's lap. we were on the edge of the bed. he was so smooth. his soft lips sucking the skin on my neck. i let out a soft moan, as he hit my sweet spot. instinctively my hips started to grind, on his clothed hard-on.

i gasped as i was awoken by chris shaking me. i started blushing. "What's wrong baby?" chris said with tired eyes. "Nothing..." i said slightly disappointed, as i wanted for that dream to become real so bad, but i knew the rules. And i had to obey them. "Come on let's get ready." i told chris. but he looked at me with confusion. i returned the expression. "You didn't forget did you?" i asked. he scoffed, playing it off as if he didn't. but i knew he did. "No..." i rolled my eyes playfully as i got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. "Yeah...whatever you say..." i did my morning routine.

then moved onto my facial. next i started taking my clothes off. i grabbed my outfit and put it on. i walked out of the bathroom to a fully dressed chris. da- oops. lord forgive me. phew, i'm sorry but that is one good looking man. and him. in that suit. "Babe." i said biting my lip. i thought back to that dream from earlier, it's like i could feel the presence of his lips on my skin, even when they weren't. "Yes..." he said dragging his words a bit. "Nothing. Come on." we finished getting the last of our things as we left the house. we got into the car. chris started the car and we slowly pulled out of the driveway.

NARRATION

as y/n sat beside chris in the car, he reaches his hand over and caresses your thigh on their way to church, the atmosphere was serene and silent, the hum of the engine being the only sound filling the space between them. yet, despite the tranquility of the moment, y/ns mind was anything but calm.

with every passing mile, thoughts of chris flooded her mind, each glance stealing her breath away. the gentle curve of chris's jawline, the way his eyes sparkled in the morning light, it was all y/n could think about. as they sat in silence, y/n couldn't help but wonder, what if the dream became real? The anticipation of the church service ahead was overshadowed by the whirlwind of emotions swirling within y/n, leaving them lost in a reverie of longing and uncertainty.

y/n and chris arrived at the church, the service was already underway. despite the familiar hymns and reverent atmosphere, y/n found it impossible to focus on anything but chris. his presence seemed to fill the entire space, eclipsing everything else. thoughts of him consumed her mind, drowning out the prayers and sermons echoing through the sanctuary.

she couldn't shake the memory of the dream she had about him last night, the vivid images lingering in her consciousness. In the midst of the sacred surroundings, y/n was lost in a whirlwind of longing and desire, unable to tear her gaze away from chris, who sat beside her, oblivious to the storm raging within her soul.

as the service concluded, y/n and chris said their goodbyes and exited the church, they entered the car and pulled off. the weight of unspoken emotions lingering between them. chris's concern was palpable as they settled into the car, his inquiry about her well-being met with a deflective response from y/n. with each passing mile on the journey home, the tension in the air grew thicker, suffocating y/n with the weight of her unspoken desires.

they finally reached their destination. home. y/ns sudden desires had a hold on her. a strong one, one that she couldn't let go of. they exited their car and made their way into the house. walking upstairs to their room. they changed out of their clothes, getting ready to take showers. once done they both sat on the bed. y/n reading a book, and chris scrolling on his phone.

finally, unable to resist any longer, y/n threw caution to the wind, ignoring all rules as she made a bold move on chris. in a moment of recklessness and raw passion, she leaned in, capturing his lips with her own, finally surrendering to the overwhelming pull she felt towards him. she threw her book somewhere in the room, as she straddled on top of chris.

Y/N POV

chris pulled away slowly. "Babe...what the hell. I thought you couldn't do that stuff." chris said a confused expression coming across his face. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. I had a dream last night and ever since, I can't get you out of my head." i said looking down at my hands, fidgeting with them. i felt chris's hand taking place on my chin, as he slowly lifted it up, so that our eyes met each others gaze.

i closed the gap between us connecting our lips. i felt heat go to an area i've never felt before.

NARRATION

chris trails his palms up your thighs slowly, approaching your waist and giving it a tight squeeze. before moving his hands any further down your body, he gave you a look, as if he was asking for permission. you gave him a slight nod, before he jumped back into the kiss.

chris found his way from your lips to your cheek. his lips leaving a trail of red marks along your skin. you let out a soft moan, which caused him to lead his fingers down to your heat. you let out another moan, but it was louder this time. he slid his hands into your shorts, then he pushes your underwear to the side, as he flicks his thumb over your clit just to hear the loud yelp you make. "Chris!" you scream, you could feel his smirk against your skin.

he moved his way to your revealed chest area. he continued to play with your clit as he sucked on the top area of your breast. his eyes shot up, he gave you a deadly stare as you threw your head back. you bit your lips to hold back the sounds you were making. "Open up baby. I wanna hear those pretty moans." chris said as he ripped your top that you had on, to reveal your perky breasts, which caused you to gasp. "Damn." chris said holding back a chuckle. chris leaned down, as he started licking your nipple.

"Please Chris.." you whined. you needed him so badly. "All this begging…" he trails his open hand over your nipple, and started flicking and messaging it, "for me?" You nod frantically, causing your head to lift up, making you meet eyes with chris. you head fell back again as his lips met your breasts once more.

"Yes...Chris...please...just fuck me already!" you shout, in need of chris. you wanted him. you needed him. you picked your head up and looked at him. finally giving you a sense of relief, chris slides his two long, meaty fingers through your folds. they slipped in so smoothly, your slick, substituting as lubricant.

your back arched as you let out a moan so loud it filled the whole house. you were experiencing something you never have before. and it felt good. your hips started to grind in sync with his fingers, as they curled inside of you. chris breathes, placing one palm on the side of your ass.

you focus on the smooth sensation of chris's fingers on the throbbing of your heat. when chris slows the pace of his fingers inside of you, the disappointment in your face shows. "Don't worry baby...I got you." chris exits his fingers and pulls your shorts and underwear down in one smooth and swift motion. then he slips his own sweats and boxers off the same way he did yours.

you watch in awe as his long, and hard dick flings out, hitting his stomach. he pumps himself a few times before finally slips himself into you it’s with ease. he stares at your body once it’s in. he hooks his fingers on your bra clasp and looks up at you for approval. “can i?” you nod, he removes your bra, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

he cups your boobs almost immediately and starts flicking your nipples again. you moan softly as he places one of your nipples into his mouth. the other being caressed by his hand. his tongue flicks around with your nipple as he sucks on it. this results in you moaning loudly.

chris pushes himself into at an even faster pace now. you whine loudly. “c- close.” he smirks, “yea? you close? cum on my dick.” you feel an unfamiliar knot in you stomach and start moaning louder. you yell out, “holy shit...i- im gonna cum!” he covers your mouth and shakes his head. "hold it, don’t cum without me.”

you scream from the insane amount of pleasure going through you and cum all over his cock. he follows shortly behind you, pulling out and shoots his sticky liquid all over your stomach. he plops down beside you, breathing slowly but heavily.

he slowly leans over and kisses your forehead. he gets up from the bed and walks into the bathroom. he comes out with a warm wet cloth, and walks over to you and proceeds to clean you off then himself. he walks over to your closet to get you both a new pair of clothes.

you both put on your clothes and sit back on the bed cuddling. you look up at him with sad eyes. "What's wrong baby?" chris said, his voice filled with sympathy. "I-it's just that...i feel bad.." you said putting your head down, playing with your hands. chris lifted his hand to your chin, and lifted it up to meet your eyes gaze. "About what?" chris said. you could see it in his eyes, that they were filled with love.

"I feel bad...because, we weren't supposed to do this." you said trying to hold back the tears that were forming in your eyes. "But baby...you couldn't help it." chris said moving his hand from your chin to your cheek, and slowly caressing it. "Yea... But, biblically were not suppose to do it until were married." you said your voice being filled with guilt, as the actions you just acted felt like a weight on your shoulders.

chris cupped your face with both of his hands and leaned in to give you a quick peck on the forehead. he parted from your face and looked at you in the eyes. "Listen baby...even if what you did was wrong, I'm sure God still sees you as the perfect child in his eyes." chris said giving you a small smile of reassurance. you returned the smile. you leaned into his body as you two laid there and cuddled for the rest of the day.

FROM VENUSღ hey guyssss! how was it?!? did i do good? pls don't hate me if some of you don't agree with this choice!! don't forget requests/dm's are open :)

credits: @slut4chriss