#and I have to force myself to keep moving when I just want to lay down and cry

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Moving 2k miles tomorrow and packing is no joke

[nanaslutt]

Just a funny thought that since Choso can control his blood or whatever, what if he can control his boners…😭

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I've been inspired ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

ʚ cont: fem reader, kinda sub choso, oral(m!r), edging, dirty talk, teasing, body worship(?)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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"Do you really have to look at me like this? It's so embarrassing." Choso complained, holding his t-shirt over his crotch as he averted his eyes. You kicked your legs behind your body as you laid on your stomach on top of your bed, Choso standing in front of you. "Well I wanna get a good view of it don't I?" You teased, reaching out your hand and caressing his upper thigh, just under where his hands were blocking.

"Don't…" Choso whispered, feeling his face heat up at the sudden attention. "If it goes up just make the blood go somewhere else." You teased, laying your head down on your arm, your eyes staying locked on Choso's large hands that blocked his crotch. "It's hard to do that," Choso whined, gripping your wrist and pushing it back toward your body.

You retracted your arm, crossing it under your head with the other one as you laid on them. "How so?" You asked, your eyes finding his. Choso's gulp was almost audible. Your eyes looked so pretty and wide when you looked up at him from this angle. "I want to be aroused when you touch me like that… so forcing the blood away is kinda like edging myself," Choso explained, making a small smile creep onto your face.

"You're so cute Choso." You praised, watching how your words made his cheeks turn pink. "Fine, I won't touch you anymore, I'll just watch." You said, smiling up at him. Choso averted his eyes when he couldn't take your sultry stare anymore, his eyes dropping to his hands over his crotch. "You've obviously done this before, so how did you find out you could do it?" You asked, watching as Choso let his t-shirt drop to the floor as he began slowly working on his belt.

Choso's blush grew deeper at your question as he pulled the belt out from the loops in his pants. "Sometimes I'll wake up and my…" Choso cleared his throat, his eyes darting around the room, "It'll also be up… down there. It's easier to just force it down like that rather than touching myself." He explained, sliding his pants down his thighs. You listened to his words carefully as he slid his pants off his legs, his porcelain skin getting revealed to your eyes.

"Next time it's like that when you wake up just wake me up Cho, I'll take care of it." You said, slightly teasing him but you were serious with your words. Choso's eyes found yours as he stared at you pointedly, almost pouting. "Sorry sorry," You laughed, forgetting Choso was already having enough time keeping his boner down as is.

Choso hesitated before pulling down his pants, his thumbs just resting under the band of his boxers. "What's wrong? Did ur' hands stop working? Need some help?" You offered, picking your head up and resting it in your hands, elbows perched on the bed. "You've… never seen my dick soft before," Choso said, his face scrunching a bit in embarrassment as he tried to cover his crotch with his fingers while keeping his thumbs under his boxers.

You smiled before finding his eyes, waiting till he looked at you before you spoke. "I have. When you were really sick and I had to bathe you remember? I saw it then and it was perfect." You said, reassuring him. Choso looked like he wanted to say something in response, but he just pressed his lips together in a pout and looked down at himself, at the bulge in his boxers from his soft cock.

You don't know why Choso was so nervous, his cock was huge even when it was soft. He took a deep breath before sliding his boxers down, the short black hairs on his pelvis being revealed slowly, making you subtly press your thighs together. Your mouth started watering when the base of Choso's dick was revealed, he was moving too slowly for your liking, but he was extremely nervous so you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Once Choso had completely stepped out of his boxers, he stood in front of you awkwardly, hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. "Choso." You said softly, raking your eyes down the expanse of his body before they landed on his face. "Come closer, don't have to be so nervous baby." You teased, taking his soft thigh back in your hand again once his feet met the edge of the bed, his cock now level with your face and very close to it.

Choso caressed the side of your face, the once teasing touch on his thigh now welcoming and comforting. You leaned into his touch and kept your eyes on his, wanting him to calm down a bit before you gave any instruction. Once Choso's heartbeat had slowed, and his breathing was steady, you looked down at his cock, noticing how it twitched softly every so often, most likely from Choso trying to keep his boner down.

You smiled nice and big for him when you were ready, finding his eyes for a moment before looking back down, focusing on his cock. "Ok, lemme see it." You said. Choso released a shaky breath as he shook his head. Goosebumps ran down his back as you caressed his inner thighs, your soft, cool hands feeling calming against his burning skin. Your mouth fell open in a small O as Choso let the blood slowly flood back to his cock.

His dick was at full hardness in under ten seconds. It rested only inches from your face, twitching strongly as you oggled it. Choso watched you watch him grow hard, fighting the urge to not cover his face in embarrassment as his face flushed furiously, feeling like heat was radiating from it. Choso's hand shook against your cheek, his whole body vibrating with nervousness.

You looked back up at him sweetly, smiling as innocently as possible. Choso looked like he was holding back, but he also looked very vulnerable, making your heart swell tenfold. Maintaining eye contact with him, you leaned forward and stuck out your tongue, finding his cock with the hot appendage using your peripherals. Choso's jaw fell open as he sucked in a shaky breath when your tongue met with his hot cock, his eyes staying locked on yours as they fluttered in his head.

You giggled almost inaudibly before you wrapped your lips around his cock and licked your tongue around his soft tip, the taste of his pre-cum immediately flooding your tastebuds as he dripped into your mouth. Choso gasped quietly as you bobbed your head slowly down on his cock, taking it deeper and deeper, little bit by little bit. His eyes fluttered when you moaned around him, the sound vibrating around his cock.

You focused on sucking air in through your nose when your lips hit the base of his cock, his dick snugly in your throat. Choso weakly kept his hand on the top of your head, his body shaking as he took in how warm and tight your throat felt. Choso finally broke eye contact when you swallowed around him, your throat contracting around his cock.

His head tipped back as his jaw fell open in a groan, his eyes falling shut. You giggled around him as you bobbed your mouth on his cock hands-free a few more times, taking him into your throat each time, making his hand curl against your head, his nails raking over your scalp softly. You hummed around his base for a moment, leaving his hard cock snug in your throat for as long as you could before you needed air before you pulled back entirely, a string of saliva connecting you to the tip of his cock.

Choso's head tipped back down to look at you, your lips swollen and wet from just throating his dick. You looked up at him with a dopey smile, one full of mischievous. Choso kept his hand on your head as he waited for you to continue, only you didn't, speaking instead, "Make it go back down now." Choso swore his heart shattered in that moment as he tried to make sense of your words in his pleasure-riddled brain. "Huh?" He asked softly, his eyes half-lidded with lust.

"Your cock, make it go soft again." You instructed, nodding your head at him. Choso bit his lip between his teeth as he fought with himself internally. He didn't want to do that, at all actually, but the thought of saying no to you sounded just as bad. With a small sigh, Choso looked away and let the blood run back into his body, away from his cock.

His dick softened in front of your eyes, slower than it had gotten hard the first time. When he was fully soft, he looked back down at you, gauging your reaction. "Good boy." You praised, looking back up at him through your lashes. Leaning forward you pressed your still wet lips against his soft cock, the skin feeling much softer than before. "Thank you Choso, that's all. You can put your clothes back on now." You instructed, smiling at him innocently.

You watched the gears try to turn in Choso's head as you sat up and grabbed his face, pecking him on the lips before you slid off the bed and reached down to pick up his clothes, pressing them against his chest once you gathered them. "I'll give you some privacy to change." You said. Standing on your tiptoes you pressed a kiss to his hot cheeks before walking past him and out the door, shutting it quietly behind you.

Choso stayed still and unmoving in your bedroom for a good minute or so as he waited for his brain to catch up with what had just happened. With a sigh and a pout he started putting his clothes back on, he knew you would never leave him unsatisfied like this, he figured you had something bigger planned, a reward maybe, if he listened. So Choso did just that, keeping his boner down as he clothed himself before leaving the room to join you in the living area.

[barefoothighlander]

Ghost with a fem reader who used fake her own orgasms? Poor girl doesn't want "trouble him" :(

headcanoning that Simon would be deeply offended if reader faked her orgasm with him, his ego is too big to take that hit.

warnings: mdni (18+), est relationship, oral (fem rec), first orgasm, fingering, not proofread

“What was that?” He stops his movements, his face is inches from yours as he leans over your frame, the warmth of his breath blowing across your skin.

“I came” You bat your eyes at him

“No, you didn’t”

“I did, it’s fine keep going” You wriggle your hips, urging him to move, he furrows his brows at you, sitting back on his legs as he pulls from you.

“Why are you lying?” His tone isn’t angry, more curious or concerned as he watches you sit up against the headboard. You pull your legs toward your chest, growing nervous under his gaze as your eyes dart around the room, refusing to settle on his.

“M’not lying Si, I finished”

“Not to be crude but I know what it feels like when a girl cums, and I’ve heard your real noises, those weren’t them”

“They were I’m just, tired I guess”

You move to pull the covers over your form, shielding yourself from his stare,

“Love, if something doesn’t feel good you can tell me, we’ll try something else”

“No it feels amazing, believe me, it’s just” You try to think of your words as he places a soft hand on your leg,

“Just what darling”

“I don’t want to trouble you is all, have you go out of your way to make me finish”

Ghost swears his heart splinters at your words, your tone striking right through him,

“C’mere” He extends his hands to you, settling back on his legs as his arms wrap around your waist, tugging you onto his lap. You settle your arms around his neck, his warmth transferring to your skin like a blanket as he peppers light kisses over your shoulders and neck.

“Love, you’d never trouble me, especially with this believe me, nothing turns me on more than hearing your noises, or feeling you squeeze me”

He places a kiss on your lips before pulling back, gazing at you with his dark eyes,

“I’ve just, never had one before”

“Ever?”

“I mean by myself yeah, but not from another person”

His hands squeeze your waist, “Can I?”

You furrow your brows at him in question, urging him to explain,

He leans in, his lips ghosting over your pulse point “Let me make you feel good, please love”, and how can you say no when he has you melting in his grip, his dark eyes staring into yours as his accent thickens.

You bite down on your lower lip, nodding your head as he smirks, his hands shaking around your back, laying you down as his lips travel down your bare skin, nipping and licking at the flesh.

He trails a path towards your sex, sucking at the skin around your hips as his hand play with your breasts, kneading the flesh as he pinches your nipples between his fingers.

He wastes no time in spreading your thighs for him, allowing his lips to settle just in front of your sex as his eye stare up at you, gaging your reaction.

He flattens his tongue, licking a stripe through your folds, watching the way your jaw falls open as your heel digs into the flesh of his back, pulling him in closer, you can see him grin against your skin as he presses his tongue against your clit, licking up and down against the bud, sending shock waves through your nerves.

He circles your clit with his tongue as his fingers trace over the skin of your inner thigh, teasing their way towards your entrance before sitting just atop your hole, forcing you to clench around nothing.

“Si, please” Your hands reach for him, trying to grab at his skin as his free hand snakes up the sheets, tangling his fingers into yours, allowing you to ground yourself through his touch as he slides his fingers into your weeping pussy, pushing past his second knuckle to brush deep inside you.

He buries his face in your cunt, his lips locked around your clit as his tongue flicks over it, the sounds falling from your lips are music to his ears, his satisfaction shown through the hums he makes against your core, the vibration has your head falling back against the pillow as the coil inside you burns.

You arch into him, craving more and he gives it to you, curving his fingers to brush against your sweat spot over and over, your own knuckles are white from the grip on his hand, the heels of your feet keeping him close to you as you come undone.

“Taste so sweet, look so perfect like this lovie”

His praise shoots straight to your core, like butterflies in your stomach your arousal continues to build, your slick coats his chin, dripping onto the sheets below as his fingers pump into you, he can feel the way you clench down on the digits with every flick of his tongue.

“Want you to cum for me, need to hear you”

He squeezes your hand, your gaze shifting down to him as his eyes lock onto yours, you watch him with hooded lids. He releases your hand, allowing you to thread your digits through his hair while his settles in your lower stomach, keeping your hips pinned as you squirm under him.

“Don’t stop. Gonna cum.”

High pitched whines escape your lips, writhing under his tongue as you fall apart, your hands gripping the sheets while your muscles tense around him, he works you through your high, a groan of satisfaction as he tastes your spend, your noises filling the air.

He lets you come down slowly, extending your orgasm slightly for his own pleasure as he detached from you, placing small kisses over your thighs and stomach before moving up the bed to lay next to you. You’re breathless as you stare at him, your hand finding it’s way to his bare chest as your fingers trace over the skin.

He lays on his side, one hand settled over your waist while the other plays with your hair, watching as your body settles from its high.

“How was that?” His thumb traces over your jaw,

“How long could you do that for?”

He releases a puff of air, “Hours, definitely hours”

You smirk, “Good”.

[strawberrysturniolo]

just tonight pt 2

summary: you and chris are forced to discuss moments of your past when the night before changes everything part 1

I woke up with the sun shining far too brightly through the partly closed curtains. The hotel room air conditioner hummed as a chill overtook the room. I tried to pull the covers over me, but I struggled, dead weight on top of them.

I turned over my shoulder, finding Chris, knocked out. His lips were parted slightly, the slightest snore leaving his mouth. I would normally find this annoying, but he looks so peaceful. His curls are messy, flopping across his forehead, some strands holding a tighter curl than others. I want to play with them while he sleeps like this. 

His body rises a little bit through every breath. I’m in a trance, watching his movements. I don’t realize how long I’ve been staring, but it’s long enough for him to feel my stare burning into him.

His eyes open slowly, barely, before he shuts them again, closing his mouth and humming. “Good morning.”

His low morning voice sends chills down my spine in the best way. I mumble, “Morning,” in response, the events of last night playing on repeat in my head. 

He gives me a soft smile before lifting his head weakly, making his fatigue known. He places it carefully in my neck, pressing a soft kiss to my jaw before I feel his eyes shut, his lashes fluttering against my cheek. 

I can’t stop myself from wondering if we made a mistake. It was just a kiss, and it doesn’t have to happen again. We don’t have to take it further. 

But right now I feel our hearts beating against each other and all I’m thinking about is how great it would be to wake up like this every day. 

We lay alone with our thoughts until Chris’ phone rings, a call from Nick. He sits up straight, his back on display as the duvet cover lays across his lap. 

“How fast can you get dressed?” Chris asks me, stepping out of the bed.

I do the same, assuming we’re in a rush. “I won’t take long, why?”

He digs around in his suitcase, pulling a graphic tee out and pulling it over himself. “Breakfast closes soon downstairs, and you’re in all my stuff. The boxers only make this look worse.”

I lower my gaze to my bottoms - a pair of his underwear. They hang lower on my hips due to my sleep, and Chris’ eyes can’t move them away. 

“Yeah,” I nod. “You’re right.”

The morning goes on with me and Chris back with Nick and Matt. Things have unfortunately gone back to exactly how they were before this trip. I’m not sure what I was expecting. I don’t know why I thought things would be different, but I would be a complete idiot to think that Chris would ever not treat me like shit. 

“I was looking around at places we could take pictures later today if you guys are down,” I suggest.

As Nick peeks over at my phone, a groan leaves Chris’ mouth. One full of disgust. Nick gives him a look and asks, “What’s your problem?”

“The less time I have to spend with her, the better,” he comments. “I’m miserable enough having to watch her while I eat, not to mention having to sleep in the same room.”

“Well, at least this way you can prove to Santa that you’re not a naughty guy after all and you can be moved to the nice list,” Matt teases, trying to break the tension at the table. 

I’m embarrassed at how my mood has been ruined because of Chris. Ten minutes ago he was curled in my arms, kissing my jaw softly, and now he won’t look at me. 

The worst part is, even when we’re alone in the car, or alone in public, he still won’t look at me. 

I can understand him trying to keep things ‘normal,’ whatever that means for us, in front of his brothers. But for him to completely ignore me and blow me off when we’re alone is uncalled for. We still have yet to talk about what happened last night, no matter how many times I have wanted to bring it up. The first step is getting his attention, but he has no intention of letting that happen. 

When the day ends and we all head to our rooms, I silently get myself ready for bed, ignoring him, just as he did to me. 

As I’m standing in the mirror removing my makeup, Chris comes up behind me, leaning against the wall as he watches me. 

“Can I help you?” I ask with a snappy tone, trying to set him off just as he was doing to me for hours today. 

He sinches his eyebrows together, like he can’t believe I would ask that. “Something wrong?”

I scoff. “You tell me.”

I finish up in the bathroom and walk back out to the bedroom. Without realizing what I’m doing, I scoop up my belongings, stuffing them into bags and hooking the straps on my arms. 

His eyes go wide as he races over to me. “What are you doing?”

“Getting another room.”

“No,” he stops me, or tries to at least. He makes an attempt to pull the bag off my arms, but I yank it back.

“Get off of me.”

“What are you doing?” he asks again. 

“I’m not staying in here with you,” I say simply. 

“Why not?”

“You know why!” I shout. I have this feeling in my throat like I’m going to crumble any second. I feel betrayed, taken advantage of, used. I feel awful. Why is he doing this to me? 

“I’m sorry,” he says, doe eyed. “Please, stay here with me. We can talk, we can kiss again or–”

“No, Chris!”

He takes a step back, defeat lingering around him. “I don’t know what I did,” he says softly. 

I head towards the door. “Then you’re a fucking idiot.”

“Do you think I want to act that way in front of everyone?” he fights back. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted things to be different? I’ve thought every day about how we could change things. I would change things if you’d let me, but I was never what you wanted. You pushed me away time and time again, and the only way for me to get over you was maintaining what we did have. We had a light hearted, teasing relationship, and whenever I threw something back at you, you threw it back with ten times more baggage.”

“So this is my fault?” I challenge his claims. “You’re using that excuse to let yourself believe that ignoring me all day as if you weren’t in my arms this morning was justified?”

“Please,” he mumbles. “Put your bags down.”

He looks at me like he’s on the verge of exploding. Like the dam is seconds from breaking. Like he needs me.

I toss my shit on the floor and stand in front of him, waiting. 

“None of this is your fault,” he promises. “None of it. I shouldn’t have treated you like this today, but after last night, I didn’t know how to be around you and them and act like I wasn’t daydreaming about you laying with me all night. I kept picturing you in my lap, kissing me. I wanted it all day. I wanted you. Every time I think I have you, you’re gone.”

I’ve never left him. His brothers are my best friends. Even when Chris is a dickhead, I still love him. I would never want anything but good things for him. 

“I would never leave you guys, Chris.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Chris, we used to be closer than anyone,” I remind him. “I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how to be your friend anymore in the way we were. You won’t let me be that for you anymore.”

“I do,” he insists. “Please, just hear me out. Don’t go anywhere.”

I let out a sigh at his desperation. Before I know it, he’s leading me to the bed.

“Prom senior year,” he starts. “Your date didn’t show up.”

He promised he wouldn’t mention that again.

“Chris–”

“It was Nate’s idea,” he interrupts me. “He told me to step in, and I finally had the balls to. I was running down the street to the store in a fucking tux. I ran in and got you flowers, and when I came back you were gone. Everyone was gone.”

My heart drops. No one ever told me why he was late to prom that day. No one told me he was making an effort for me. Everything would have been different. 

“You were gonna take me to prom?”

He swallows harshly as he nods, like he’s partly embarrassed for letting me know he failed, but that he’s proud of himself for trying.

“A few weeks later you came running into my room with the biggest smile on your face. You pulled my headset off while I was playing a game and made me guess why you were so giddy. I couldn’t guess, and you told me he asked you to be his girlfriend. The same guy that made you cry because he stood you up at prom, you were now his girlfriend. I felt like fucking shit. I tried to clean up the mess he made that night, and when I failed, he still won you? How was that fair?” he asks me. 

I don’t have any answers for him. 

“Then you spent the whole relationship telling me how awful he was,” he reminds me. “I was obviously going to be there for you if you needed me, but any time we were together, I had to pretend like I wasn’t interested. I had to try to respect your relationship with him, even though I hated him for making you miserable. I hated watching your smile fade and I hated that it was because of him. I did everything I could to cheer you up, and it worked, you know it did, but when you guys broke up, I thought it was my chance. You had no interest in me. It was so obvious. I just lost any hope of there being a chance with us, and the only way for me to get over that was to push you away.”

His words pour out of his mouth in a deep confession. Memories of us come flooding back into me like it was yesterday. Every look he gave me, every touch, every word shared.It’s all there. 

I can’t help but hate my ex even more for keeping Chris from me. 

I’m not mad at Chris anymore, but the frustration coursing through my veins masks my confusion for anger. And I aim it at the wrong person.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“I thought you knew!” he shouts. 

We both stand in silence, staring at each other as our chests heave, trying to regain our composure. 

I shake my head, completely in shock at his confession. I used to cry to Nick, wondering why his brother was so mean to me after everything we shared together. He went from being the most important person to me to someone I barely knew. 

I feel like an idiot for wasting so much time trying to hate him when in reality he was trying to protect me from anything bad in the world. 

He couldn’t help it that he couldn’t catch up.

My face presses to Chris’ chest. I don’t know the moment I flung my arms around him and refused to let go, but the feeling of his heart beating against me brings me peace again, just like it did this morning in bed. 

“I called the hotel,” he says. “I changed the reservation.”

I pull back from his chest, staring up at him.

“If that makes you uncomfortable, and you want to go stay with Nick, I completely understand,” he says. “I didn’t think we were going to kiss. I wasn’t planning on making any moves. I just wanted us to be friends again. I wanted you back in my life in the right way.”

My hands hold his cheeks as my lips desperately search for his. His arms wrap around my back, holding me as close as possible. The kiss is rough, both of us trying to gain dominance. I pull back from him to catch my breath, staring at his glossy eyes. The guilt is written on his face. The secrets he held from me for years. 

“You could never lose me, Chris,” I assure him.

He rolls his lips into his mouth before licking his lips, basking in the taste of us. He nods, but it’s clear he doesn’t believe me. Fear takes over him before any sense of hope can. 

“We’re going to be okay, I promise.”

It was his idea to sit in bed and watch cartoons, and we did just that for the rest of the night. It was my idea to order room service. We laughed in that bed, sharing innocent kisses that were stolen from us over the years. I wasn’t going to let anyone or anything take that from us again.

“Chris?”

“Hmm?” he hums in response, his fingers tracing over my back where it had snaked up his shirt that was hugging my skin, just as it was the night before. 

“We won’t ever be just friends.”

He pauses for a moment before he responds.

“Good.” 

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[peachypinkygloss]

Hii babes! 💗 Congrats on the milestone, for my request can I have Jungkook who kidnapped oc and is fucking her Infront of the TV where it shows her missing? Dumbification please! thank you love <33 💕

hello baby!! 🤍 o.m.g i gotta say I am baffled, BUT IN A GOOD WAY! how didn't I think of this myself 😪 love u, mwah 💋 x

crafting new memories

You're his and nothing else matters.

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: stockholm syndrome, dub-con, dumbification, unprotected sex, 900 words.

a.n.: ok sorry but I needed to put fluff, you guys know me. nothing's better than twisted fluff 🫣 you know the drill: don't like, don't read 🫶🏻

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

It doesn't do anything to you anymore. All those strangers, those people that you didn't really know before, crying and asking you to come back home used to make you cry, too.

Your eyes would become watery, your hands would shake and your heart would beat louder in your chest. It didn't really matter who they were, all you knew was that people were mourning you as if you were actually dead.

You wanted to call your mother, tell her that you're fine, that you're still alive, that she doesn't need to worry. But it doesn't feel so necessary anymore.

The news only mentions you when they're talking about other missing people because it's been too long now. They've stopped showing your parents and they've stopped updating everyone on the police investigation. They've just stopped searching for you.

You're the past now and they're living in the present. They've moved on, and so have you.

You're embarrassed to say it, but it was easy to do. It was easy to turn the pages and finally close the book of your previous life. It's terrible how the man who took you away is the very same one who also gave you a new life.

A new home, a new heart.

It's incredible how he's managed to make you forget by just replacing the old memories with new ones. He crafted them for you. With his words, with his hands, with his lips, he created every thought of yours so the old ones would never come back haunting you.

"Feels good, baby?" Jungkook whispers above you, his hips thrusting in.

"Yes," you softly moan and grab onto him, passing your arms around his shoulders.

You keep him against you as he fucks you lovingly, breathing onto your face, hovering over you with his hands on each side of your head.

You can faintly hear the sound of the TV playing, someone stating the daily news. Jungkook takes a hold of your jaw and makes you turn your head to the side, your blurry eyes laying on the TV's screen.

You think you hear your name, but you're not sure. Your mind is fuzzy, clouded with thoughts about Jungkook and only Jungkook. You squint your eyes as the picture of someone familiar appears on the screen but you're too distracted by his cock entering and exiting your wet pussy.

You don't understand why he forces you to look, his large hand keeping your head in place. "Do you recognize her?" He asks, his lips brushing against your skin, his nose pressing down on your face.

You feel like you're going to suffocate, but you don't dislike the feeling, not at all. You love being so close to him that it becomes difficult to breathe, difficult to think.

"Is it... me?" You frown, another moan ripping out of you as he pounds you onto the couch, not missing a beat.

"It was," he answers breathily. "But not anymore. You're mine, now," he says and makes you face him again, your lips centimetres away from his. "Only mine, right, baby?"

"Yes," you agree without hesitation and Jungkook chuckles, a beautiful sound that makes your stomach flutter.

"Yeah," he grins, biting down on his lip. "It's the only thing you can say, too dumb to think for yourself," he mocks you, but you know there's no mean intention behind it.

He just finds you adorable, loves how pretty you look under him, totally in bliss.

"My stupid little girl." He trails kisses down your neck and over your breasts, perky nipples pointing at him. "What would you do without me, hm? You poor little thing," he coos, still smooching the tender skin of your neck.

"Jungkook, please," you beg, getting a bit impatient, clit pulsating. "Need to cum," you whine and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on it so he looks at you.

He groans at your neediness, leaving the crook of your neck to connect his eyes with yours. "My baby wants to cum around my cock? Is that what she wants?" He questions, even though he knows that's what you're asking for, pussy clenching helplessly around him.

"Please." You nod repeatedly, twisting his hair between your fists.

Jungkook smiles sweetly and pecks your lips, slowing the pace of his hips. "Everything my baby wants."

He sneaks his tattooed hand between your two bodies and reaches your puffy, swollen clit. He does quick circular motions on your bud with his thumb, picking up his pace again.

You moan out, showing him how good it feels, the knot in your stomach tightening. "I love you, Jungkook," you admit, even though he already knows.

Your pussy clenches around him and he has a hard time focusing on anything else than his cock sliding in your cunt. "Shit, me too, I-" he cuts himself off, looking down where your bodies connect. "I love you too, baby," he mutters under his breath, feeling his balls tightening.

You whine into his ear and he could get off just at the sound of you. He keeps going, fucking you until his thighs begin to shake and he has to steady his hips against yours.

"Fuck," he curses, releasing himself inside of you, painting your walls white with his cum.

It's shortly after that your orgasm passes through you, sweet moans escaping your mouth, walls quivering around him. Jungkook takes his time to pamper you in kisses, staying inside of you a bit more, lazily thrusting in.

"Mine," he repeats so you don't forget, but there's no need to.

You'll never leave him.

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.

.

[cloudzoro]

“Please”, you whimper as she pushes her fingers into you. She's been edging you for ages, working you up to an orgasm and stopping before you finally cum, leaving you a shaking, frustrated mess.

“You'll cum; you just gotta prove you deserve it,” she says, leaning down to kiss you. She's a messy kisser, sucking your tongue into her mouth. She pulls away and spits into your open mouth. “Atta girl”, she praises when you swallow. Her thumb presses against your clit as she continues to finger you. The pads of her fingers are rough from years of work, and they feel so good pressing against your walls. You're quickly approaching another orgasm, and you don't tell her in hopes she'll just let you cum. Unfortunately for you, she can feel the way your pussy squeezes her fingers, and she pulls them out. You let out a pathetic whimper, and she softens slightly. “I'll let you cum. I just want you to do it while I rub myself against your pretty pussy” she says.

She manhandles you into a scissoring position and raises your hips as much as she can. She moves herself between your legs so she can rub her clit against yours. She gives a testing roll of her hips, and the friction feels so good that you can't help but move hips along with her.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” she says, putting more force into her movements. Having been denied already, you're close. You're struggling to keep up your movements, so she holds you in place, grinding down on you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You shake and writhe in her grasp as she continues to rock her hips, making herself cum. It's a sticky mess of cum and sweat, but she wouldn't have it any other way. When you're both in the afterglow of your orgasm, she lays down with her head on your chest. Her hand comes up to feel your heartbeat for a second before squeezing and playing with your boobs. She's insatiable, and her time with you is a very small pocket of peace that doesn't get to relish as much as she'd like. She looks up at you, gaze just as intense and lustful as it had been earlier. “Round two?”

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Nami, Reiju Vinsmoke, Yuki Tsukumo, Revy Lee, Olivier Armstrong, Yoruichi Shihouin, Saeko Tanaka

[daddyricsdoll]

hey! first, congrats on 1k followers! 🩵 “Let me take your innocence.” would be so coold with danny 🥺

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I knew that loving him wasn’t how the end would go. Because I loved him from the second he shone his smile to me, with such dreamy brown eyes I could think of fresh trees and the bark they grew on.

But that love was the first one, the first step before it changed. I fell in love with him again, because of when he couldn’t smile and I got to hold him in my arms, when his eyes were glassy and I held his face. Littering it in endless kisses and “I love you’s”.

Making this night one of the strongest, yet I felt so vulnerable. Easy to his touch. My lips couldn’t leave his and as I straddled him to be closer, my hips would involuntarily rub against his. Daniel groaned into my mouth and he pulled away.

“I-I can’t-“

“I want to…” I watch the way his face changes, eyes softening and lips parting.

“What do you want?” He asks me, hands holding my hips.

“I-want you.” I try to subtly grind against him, keeping eye contact but letting him know exactly what I mean. His eyes ask me again for reassurance, and I nod. My trust for him exuded off of me and bled through each crack that hasn’t been filled.

Daniel pushes my body to the side, laying me on my back against the soft duvet. “Let me take your innocence.” He whispers into my ear, slowly crawling down my body and taking his time to peel each article of my clothing off. My short skirt and then my panties. Spreading my legs and letting the warm air from the room brush past my core.

“Daniel… I don’t want you to go soft. I want you to really take my innocence.”

“Fuck. But if anything… just tell me to stop.” He crawls off my body toward the side table. “I’m safe.”

“Are you sure?”

“Always.” He bites his lip at my answer. Not taking his time at all, nearly ripping the rest of my clothing off while he straddles my hips. “Fuck, you’re even better with nothing on.” Daniel leans down, sucking me into a ravenous kiss while he keeps himself up by holding the headboard.

We have to force our lips away from each other as Daniel gets off my body and takes his pants off, his shirt already discarded. I’ve always assumed his size as it presses against me with every bulge he gets. But once I actually laid eyes on it, I knew I deceived myself. Having to shut my legs as I knew I had to be dripping now.

“Oh, don’t do that.” Daniel gets back on the bed, opening my legs again and reaching for a pillow behind my head. Lifting my hips and placing it under my lower back. He holds each of my thighs and pulls my body closer to his. Aligning his dick to my entrance before finally pushing it in. Tears sting my eyes and I moan at the pain that only brings me pleasure. Both of his hands beside each side of my head, clenching the duvet in his fists.

I couldn’t help but grab one of his wrists, tugging it and wrapping it around my throat. Watching his lips curl and a moan ultimately escaping his heart shaped lips. Daniel squeezes my throat, and then pounds into me carelessly. Continuing again and again, even as I move my legs, lifting them and managing to get Daniel even deeper inside of me. My g-spot being a target, and Daniel always getting a bullseye. Such sounds I’d never think would come out of my mouth just fled it. Endlessly leaving my lips like a waterfall.

And just as I thought it was enough, Daniel latches his mouth around my nipple. Enveloping it with his lips and licking and sucking it like a starved man.

I felt every part of him as he rammed in and out, my whole body moving with his. The large vein that ran along his length felt like heaven inside of my core. And just thinking about how Daniel Ricciardo would ruin me with his dick in just one night.

His thumb flicked my clit up and down. A scream leaving my mouth, expressing a small fraction of the words I’d wished to have said.

Releasing around his dick and just as I squeezed my walls, Daniel twitched inside of me. Coming and being the first man to fill me up.

Just as I came down from my high I sighed, taking a deep breath. But just when I’d expect Daniel to pull out, he started thrusting in again repeatedly. His pelvis slamming against my ass as my legs were in the air. Daniel grabs my hands. Intertwining our fingers together as he lifts them to rest beside my head.

Each thrust felt like he was getting deeper and my stomach did more than a few backflips at his whole length splitting me.

My innocence had left the second I imagined him doing this to me. So now that it’s happening I can say Daniel beats every piece of imagination I’ve drenched myself in.

Only ever loving the unimaginable with him. Just like the way he rams the thought out of me. Filling me with his cock and nearly feeling it in my throat. His name leaves my lips an infinite amount of times I’d wish to be like this for eternity. Remembering each inch of him as it leaves them enters me all at once. Making my feeble legs quiver as I reach my climax again. Writhing my hips again and involuntarily helping Daniel release right after me just like the first time.

Tears dried on the side of my face, as the last few fell. My hands still tightly tangled with Daniel’s and his deep eyes melted me. Already weak physically, while his eyes made every other part of me weak that his dick couldn’t.

“You’re fucking pretty when you cry. Let me take your innocence again and I’ll make you wail.”

[heartsforvin]

can you do one where reader plays with vinnies dick soft then gets him hard and gives head?

DEAL WITH IT

thank you for the request !!! i hope you enjoy <3

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; smut, oral (m receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), lmk if i missed anything

summary; you innocently mess with vinnie only to have to deal with the consequences

you and vinnie were laying in his bed, vinnie had his arm resting behind his head while his other one was wrapped around your waist.

the two of you were watching a movie, you were cuddled into his side, your legs entangled with his.

you loved these moments with him, just being able to be close to him and wrap your body on his.

about twenty minutes into the movie you decided to mess with vinnie a bit. you move your hand so it’s resting on his lower stomach.

vinnie doesn’t notice anything off-putting about the hand placement so he continues to watch the movie.

you move your hand lower and slide it under his boxers. you give a minute before going any farther.

moving your hand farther, you grab vinnie’s dick and pull it out of its confinements, holding it in your hand as you look up at him and realize he has no clue what’s going on.

you glide your thumb over his tip which earns you a hiss from the boy. “what are you doing?” he asks you.

you try to play it off, act as if you’re definitely not trying to play with his dick as the two of you watch a movie.

“nothin’, just watching the movie.” you respond, motioning your free hand to the tv as you avert your gaze in the same direction.

vinnie gives you a questioning look but nods, turning his attention back to the movie playing in front of him.

you however, don’t stop your little antics. moving down on the bed, you get into a position like you were to lay your head on vinnie’s stomach.

what you do is completely different. moving your head down, you softly place your lips on the boy’s dick, making him instinctively jerk his body.

“y/n,” vinnie says in a warning tone. “cut that shit out.”

you look up at him from your current position, mouth still so close to where he wants it. “cut what out, vin?” you ask innocently.

you can tell you’re getting under his skin by the second. his arm is no longer supporting his head and he has now sat up a bit more.

“you know exactly what you’re doing, princess,” he says sternly, leaning down to grab your face in his hands, but makes sure it isn’t forceful. “finish what you started.”

you don’t know what he means until you look down and realize that those two small interactions have just made him hard.

he sees you eye him and the problem you have created. “go on pretty, suck my dick.” he says.

you look at your boyfriend for a moment, watching as he waits for you to do as told. suddenly, you feel so small under his gaze, wondering where the confidence went minutes prior.

“am i gonna have to do it myself, or are you gonna be a good girl and listen?” he asks you, already knowing the answer, he just loves to tease you.

you smile subtly while biting your lip as you kneel on the bed, vinnie having a perfect view of your ass.

“so pretty, baby,” he mummers as he watches you with hungry eyes. “yeah, that’s it.” he moans out once he feels your lips around him.

you try to fit every inch of him, but that doesn’t seem to be possible, so you wrap your hand around the rest.

you look up and see vinnie’s head thrown back and eyes closed, clearly enjoying the moment.

you keep your pace slow, but that doesn’t seem to work with vinnie. his eyes shoot open and he tilts his head to look at you.

“little faster, baby,” he tells you, smiling once you fasten your pace. “mm, so good for me.”

you lift your head from vinnie for a minute to breathe, you watch as vinnie’s eyes open again and he’s about to scold you, but he’s quickly cut short when he feels your tongue circle around his tip.

“fuck, sweetheart,” you hear vinnie say, making you smile mentally since you can’t do it literally. you move your head back on his cock with your hand wrapped around him and start your actions again. “don’t stop, baby.”

you have no intentions on stopping anytime soon. you bob your head a bit to help gain some friction, making the boy in front of you moan loudly.

vinnie smacks your ass harshly and you moan at the contact, making vinnie buck his hips into you.

“shit, sorry, princess.” he apologizes once he’s realized what he did. you look up at him and pull yourself off him for a second to reply.

“do it again.” you tell him.

vinnie gives you a questioning look. “smack your ass or fuck your face?” he asks.

your cheeks heat up at the second question, something about the way he said it was so hot to you.

biting your lip, you look at him for a second before replying. instead of doing so, vinnie already knows what you want.

you lower your head back down onto vinnie’s cock and continue your previous actions.

vinnie begins to thrust his hips, but not too much to where it’ll hurt you. you moan around his cock are feeling, making vinnie go a little faster.

“yeah you like when i fuck your face, don’t you, pretty girl.” vinnie says, you can’t help but clench your legs the best you can.

you can feel yourself get wet by the second, wanting to touch yourself or have vinnie touch you so bad.

he can tell how bad you need to do something, too. “need me to touch you, baby?” he teases, knowing that you do in fact need him to do so.

you whine as you continue your actions, that whine soon turns into a moan shortly as soon as vinnie thrusts particularly hard.

“fuck, baby i’m close.” you hear vinnie say, which makes you spread up your actions.

with a few more thrusts on vinnie’s end, he’s soon a shaking moaning mess, coming undone right under you.

he has no time to warn you, to tell you to move so he doesn’t cum down your throat, before he’s actually doing so.

once he does, you swallow then pull off of him and stick your tongue out. “good girl.”

sitting up, you wipe your mouth and smile at your boyfriend, making him smile in return. he leans in to kiss you and you gladly meet him halfway.

“you want my help now?” vinnie asks, you nod your head frantically.

you lay down on the bed and let vinnie do one of his favorite things in the entire world.

hiii !! girl lemme be real w you, life has been BUSY ,, i’ve started a new job + writers block has been kickin my ass 🥲

so sorry it’s taking so long for me to post, shits been crazy busy for me , but i hope you enjoyed this !!!!

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[tia-222]

okay so i don't know if this counts as a full success, but i have a void story!

a couple hours ago i was napping because i was tired af from melatonin, and i woke up a couple different times and quickly fell back asleep without thinking. then i woke up again, but this time i was awake long enough to be like "oh yeah i should try to get into the void"

so because i was so tired, it was super easy and quick. i was laying flat on my back and closed my eyes, and i just tried keeping my mind awake. so i repeated "mind awake, body asleep" and i would mentally talk to myself inbetween to stay awake and conscious. LITERALLY IN UNDER 5 MINUTES I STARTED TO FEEL IT. i genuinely and truly felt my body fall asleep and get numb, and the sound of my tv started to fade in and out. i knew exactly what was happening and i was focusing on keeping my body asleep. i was getting really excited because of how the sounds around me kept fading because i knew i was finally getting to the void but then i got a little too happy and accidentally moved 😭

BUT IT WAS SO EASY! AND BC OF THIS EXPERIENCE I KNOW FOR A FACTT THAT I CAN DO IT AGAIN🫶🫶

OMW CONSIDER THIS AS A VOID SUCCESS STORY <3.

You've just experienced what entering the void feels like and I'm super proud of you. Ikr, entering the void state when you're super sleepy kinda helps because your body just wants to sleep, I mean ofc it should but we should use it to our advantage :-). And no, ik everyone's mind is gonna go into overdrive here thinking that they should take " melatonin ", not really. You just need to stay up late or wake up 2 hours before you normally do.

There's a void success story on Reddit that's kinda similar to this, I'm gonna share because I think it will help understand how easy entering the void state through mind awake/ body asleep stage ♡.

" I entered a pure consciousness/ void state last night "

" Hello everyone! So last night I went to sleep actually early and decided I was going to try to do the void method. I haven’t done it in a year or so because before I was trying really hard before to enter the state and it was just a big mental mess lol.

This time I had no expectations, as I knew that was one of the things that always held me back from shifting or even entering deep meditative states like the void state. So before experiencing the void state/ pure consciousness state, I made sure to say: I have no expectations, i would like to experience the pure consciousness/void state” and then got relaxed in bed.

So I went on my side as that was the most comfortable for me. Last time I forced myself to do starfish position and that made things worse. Anyways I kept affirming “ my mind is awake but my body is asleep” repeatedly. Again, I made sure I had no expectations because it makes me anxious to see if I’m in the void state or not. After about a minute or 2 I begin to experience my whole body going numb and disappearing, and the sounds around me immediately being on mute. My head felt heavy and then i remember just hearing just my thoughts and floating and nothing else. It was very peaceful and quiet and I didn’t even think about shifting because of how peaceful it was!.

I didn’t realize how quick I got into that state when I didn’t hold high expectations for myself to enter. But that’s something that I’ve found that truly works for me and takes the pressure off of shifting!. Overall it was a very cool experience. During the early morning I even ended up doing it again just for fun!"

[feral-and-or-horny]

I want to have a werewolf girlfriend, and one month, she forgets to keep track of the full moon.

I wake up in the middle of the night, suddenly aware of a burning heat against my back and something long and hard throbbing between my legs. I look down and see a thick knotted cock pressed between my legs, shifting as the massive werewolf behind me slowly ruts against me in her sleep. I should be scared, but her cock is pressed against my clit, sliding over it so slowly and Im already dripping wet and I can see precum from the tip of her cock smearing against my stomach where it rests. I carefully try to rub myself against her a little bit harder, just to find some relief, not even able to think clearly until I deal with my aching pussy.

But I move to much, and I hear her growling behind me, her large clawed hands wrap around my waist and she lays me on my stomach so she can loom over me. She keeps rutting her cock between my legs, growling louder with each thrust until she finally lines herself up with my pussy and forces herself into me. She can't fit all the way, but my sweet gentle girlfriend isn't in control right now, so she just continues rutting into me, drool dripping down onto my back as my pussy is treated like nothing more than a breeding toy to her. When her knot finally pops in, she starts fucking me harder, paying no mind to how she's stuck inside me now and every thrust lifts my body. I can feel her cock bulging in my stomach, stretching me wider than Ive ever managed, and her body is so hot it feels like her cock is burning me from the inside.

And when she cums, it floods my womb in an instant, hot cum overflows in spurts around her knot, her final desperate thrusts slamming her cock against my cervix, emptying more cum than I can bear into my womb. She pulls out, and I groan at the flood of cum that pools between my legs.

She just rolls me on my back and lines her already hard again cock up with my hole, ready to breed me until she decides she's done.

[sturnlova]

First time ( C.S )

(Chris Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, F & M receiving, kinda new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, fluff, i don’t know what else 😭 )

Chris : Orange

Y/N : Pink

Matt : Blue

Nick : Purple

Nathan : Red

(Word count : 900)

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Me and Chris have been best friends for over 8 years and i’ve told him every secret expect one, i’m a virgin, but i didn’t feel the need to because he can’t do anything about it. well at least i thought he couldn’t

“Exactly bruh, Y/N when your fucking someone would u let them do anal cause i personally wouldn’t” i giggled at his comment and so did everyone else but i didn’t really now what to say since i’ve never done anything romantically like sex, it’s not like people didn’t want to do it with me i just wasn’t ready. Nate went on for a while about fucking girls and his own experiences until i grabbed my phone and hoodie and hopped off the couch to go to Chris’ room and lock myself in there until i was ready to come out. I heard Matt whisper yell at Chris to go check on me and find out what’s wrong.

“Y/N let me in please, i wanna know if you’re okay, what happened Y/N/N”

“please go away Chris it’s embarrassing it doesn’t concern you anyway.”

“ I’m not going away Y/N/N cmon we’re best friends you gotta tell me ill tell you a secret if you want me to”

A minute after i unlocked the door, Chris opened it to see me with a puffy face due to the tears of embarrassment i shed. “Wanna sit and talk about it, i promise i won’t judge ” Chris moved us to the bed and laid me on his chest for we could talk about why i was crying out of nowhere.

As we laid down and made ourself as comfortable as we could i let out a sigh and a whisper into his chest “i’m a virgin at my grown age, Chris i just don’t want to do it with someone i don’t connect with, you know.” Chris just runs his fingers through my hair as i talk about how i feel embarrassed about being a virgin and why i still am one.

A uncomfortable silence forms until Chris cuts it with a knife “if you don’t wanna do this we can forget about it but do you want me to help, like platonically of course.”

“Help?”

“Yeah help.”

“You will tell me how to do it?”

“Of course Y/N no one has to know if u don’t want people to know“

He stands up and asks if i’m 100% sure, “im 101% sure Chris” He takes of his top and i take this as a queue to take mine of to, chris is there with jorts on and i’m left with shorts and my bra on which he unclasp with a bit of a struggle, but it’s fine. He leans down to kiss me softly but passionately.

He lays me down on the bed and crawls on top me of me. He pulls down my shorts and panties, leaving me naked well he still has his shorts on. “Chris please can you take ur shorts off, or do something please, it feels weird being naked and ur not.” “yeah sweetheart i’ll take it off don’t worry” He takes them off as he speaks.

Sweetheart?

I have to be honest with Chris because after all we are best friend’s “what if it hurts Chris, many get a towel in case i bleed.” “It’s ok we don’t need a towel but i’ll be slow i promise and you can just tap my arm 2 times if u want me to stop, ok?” i nod my head in response. He spreads my legs open and places my ankles on his shoulders. He teases my pussy hole a bit making sure i’m stretched before anything more happens.

“Okay I’m ready Chris just go slow” he slowly adds his length to me, i hiss in response as this is a new feeling and his definitely not small “you ok? want to stop” “no no keep going” He finally adds it all to me and starts moving, i can feel his balls against my butt it’s a bit funny to me only because this is the same boy i used to force to let me practice make up on. He continues his thrust at a steady past well whispering praises in my ear.

I’m a moaning mess under him due to all the new sensations i’m feeling; his tip hits my cervix with every movement he does. Chris giggles, “what’s so funny lover boy?” “the fact you can barely talk ” “shut up” i say between my moans.

“Y/N i’m really close ok, i want you to cum all over my cock” he whimpers as he moves slower and sloppier. “Let go baby” we finish together and giggle at each other’s sweaty tired faces a couple seconds after. We lay in bed together naked in a comfortable silence.

“You did so good Y/N/N i’m so proud of you. Thank you for being comfortable with me.” he kisses my check “you want me to get ya dressed for we can go back down? Or you wanna stay here for a bit ” “Yeah can you please get me dressed before someone walks in, and also i know i don’t have to much experience but you’re good at fucking” Chris giggled and pulled out of me to add my clothes and his clothes back on.

Chris puts his clothes on then grabs me by the waist and puts my clothes on until Nate walks in our room.

“Did y’all fuck?”

“what?” i say with a tone that clearly had attitude to it.

“No we didn’t do that, she had really bad stomach pains and was crying so it might i’ve sounded like moans but it wasn’t..”

“Oh sorry than but why is she naked?”

“Nate get the fuck out”

Chris whispered in my ear “I’ll drop you off home baby” i started to blush and nodded my head and looked down.

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It’s been 4 months since Chris admitted his feelings to me after “helping me” and i couldn’t be more thankful. I now have the best boyfriend i could ever ask for, we also have an annoying but loveable Nate who saw us Post sex.

[raspberry-piee]

Thinking about last night when Ben was incredibly drunk and earlier that night when he was sober he was like “baby we can’t have sex tonight I don’t trust myself to pull out” and I was just like “okay baby that’s fine” and we went about the night and he got progressively more and more drunk. Finally at like 4 am I get this man to lay down and he start to grope at my chest and the rest of my body mumbling “I need you I want you” over and over and I keep shooting him down cause of what he said earlier and he continues to grope,bite,push me around until he’s ontop of me and I can feel him grinding against my cunt while he still had his jeans on and at this point I’m really tired cause it’s 4am so I’ve stopped fighting him just telling him not to actually fuck me so we keep this up for abit till he pulls his cock out and gently continues grinding against me saying “I won’t go any further this is all I’m gonna do” he says as he pins me to the bed with his body weight and i sleepily nod then I feel him start to rub his tip against my clit and hole up and down up and down “see baby this doesn’t hurt anything this is safe” and after a pause I feel him stick the tip of his cock into me and I let out a little whine of protest before hearing “it’s only a little bit I’ll pull right back out” so I stopped fighting for a second and for a couple minutes I just felt his tip fucking me before I was pressed fully into the bed and I hear “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” as he forces his full cock into me continuing to just mutter I’m sorry and I’ll pull out I promise as I’m forced into the bed unable to moves getting drunk little kisses till he “accidentally” came inside me

[hwanchaesong]

Can I request an Ateez Yeosang x reader where it's her first time everything? First time orgasm, first time squirt, first time having sex and she bleeds and freaks so he helps her and calms her through it? Very smutty and extremely fluffy?

a/n: ooh, this req surprised me ngl 😭 but this is an amazing idea! i hope you'll like this tho, i rlly tried my best to make it lovey dovey but still smutty 🙈

ps. this has been on my drafts for too long so here we go. and i'm so sorry because this is SO SO SO LATE

warning!!! smut under the cut so mdni!

It was the heat of the moment, the intense make-out session with your boyfriend really took a toll on you until you blurted out the words that would make you blush.

"Let's do it." you murmured against the lips of the man that you call your beloved.

Said man was named Yeosang, processing what you just said that made him cease all of his movements.

Both of you are in a compromising position. His hands are inside your shirt, feeling your burning skin while you sit on his lap, basically grinding against him.

"Are you sure?" he asks, sincerely gazing into your eyes to ensure that you're not saying it out of pressure.

You gently smiled at his considerate attitude, leaning in to peck his lips and smiling at him softly, "I'm sure."

There were a few moments of silence, still contemplating whether he should continue, not until you slightly moved on top of him, effectively rubbing your aching core against his hard on.

"Alright, alright," he chuckled, shuffling around until he was able to lay you down on the mattress, "my baby is so impatient."

"I can't help it," you whined, gripping his shirt in an attempt to pull it off him, "I just.. want you so bad."

His eyes darkened, "Keep saying that, baby." he removed his shirt, revealing his toned body that made you drool before he leaned down, lips hovering above yours, "I might not be able to contain myself."

"Then don't."

He breathed through his teeth before aggressively kissing you once more, forcing his tongue inside your mouth and making sure to lick every crevice. A small yelp coming from you when you felt his hand grope your left breast, his thumb pushing on your nipple through your bra.

He went and sucked on your tongue, your face getting hot at the sensation while you let out a small moan.

He detaches his lips from you after a while, a string of saliva between you, a sign of the passionate make-out that took place.

"Let's remove this, yeah?" he smiled at you, taking your clothes off one by one until you're butt naked under him.

He told you he won't be able to behave, but look at him, treating you like glass. Like a goddess, and you love every moment of it.

"God, you're so beautiful." he complimented you, caressing your hips, lovingly staring at you while his hand crept up, feathery touches until he reached your face. "So perfect." he whispered, tucking a hair behind your ear.

"Stop it!" you whined, your hands flying to cover your face, being shy at the attention you're getting from it.

"What?" he snickers, gently removing your hands and leaving a lingering peck on your cupid's bow before sliding his lips down your neck, his murmurs tickling your skin, "Just saying the truth."

"Oh-!" you were pleasantly surprised when he began kissing your neck, leaving some love marks here and there as his palm covered your chest, tugging on your nipples.

"Oh god, Yeosang." you moaned, now feeling his mouth on your mound, sucking on it and lightly biting.

Soon, his other free hand snaked into your stomach and down to your navel, squeezing your inner thighs before experimentally dipping a finger into your heat.

He released your nipple with a 'pop' sound, "Mmh, so wet for me already, baby?" he rhetorically asked, but you still nodded, eyes tightly shut as you're too focused on the newly found bliss.

His fingers easily find your clit, rubbing it in numbers and shapes that made your legs twitch, "Feels too good." you said, holding on to the sheets when you felt something.

Your breathing got heavy, focusing more on the jolting pleasure on your core, not until he stopped.

"Why?!" you cried out, opening your eyes and throwing your boyfriend a glare, frustrated that you couldn't reach your high.

Yeosang made a show of licking his fingers clean, "Sorry," he says, but without any remorse in his tone, "I kind of want you to cum on my tongue because look," he showed you his glistening digits, "you taste so good."

You whimpered, not knowing what to do with his dirty talks.

"Told you not to be impatient." he clicks his tongue, positioning himself in between your legs and taking a whiff of your scent. "Fuck, you smell so good too."

Then he dives him, earning him a gasp and a pull on his hair, courtesy of you because his wet muscle on your pussy makes you feel a lot of things. Heavenly things.

He laps at your juices, sucks on your clit and you twitch when you felt a wiggling finger inside you.

"More." you moaned, making him add another finger as he curled his digits around, finding your spongy spot that had you rolling your eyes.

"Oh god! Yes! I-I'm-" you wailed, getting the clue that you're close, Yeosang made more effort. He sucked harder on your clit, his fingers getting into a hellish pace until finally, you let the pressure on your lower belly go, but it felt.. wet. Too wet even.

"Holy crap." Yeosang smirked, your juices flowing down his chin and hands, "Did I just made you squirt?"

What? Squirt?

"I'm sor-" you began apologizing but he shut you up with a kiss, guiding your legs around his waist and putting your arms on his shoulders.

"Don't say sorry baby, it was hot." he smirked, then you felt his tip prodding at your entrance, "Are you really sure about this?"

You gazed into his bright, brown orbs. Full of worry and love, and at that moment, all you wanted to do is give yourself to him.

"Yes, I'm all yours."

"Alright then," he pushed only the tip but it was enough to stretch you out a bit, "I'll go slow. Tell me if you want to stop."

You nodded, inhaling and exhaling to prepare yourself. You know it will hurt. Based on what you read, heard, and see. But you trust the man on top of you, you know that he'll take care of you.

Yeosang started pushing in, inch by inch, tenderly massaging your hips as a way to give relief during the uncomfortable stretch.

"Ah!" you cried out, feeling your hymen break at the intrusion.

It was too painful, which was likely since it's your first time.

Then, something trickled.

Red.

"Shit!" he cursed, "You're bleeding, baby, fuck. I'm so sorry."

He panicked, which made you panic as well.

He hastily pulled out of you, standing up from the bed and getting some wipes to clean up the blood.

Damn it, he only sees this in movies. So, it really does happen in real life. What a fucking revelation for the both of you.

"Does it hurt?" he asked after a while, kissing your forehead and staring apologetically into your eyes, making sure that you're not in any kind of discomfort.

You actually felt like tearing up, how did you even manage to bag a man like him.

He's there, painfully hard and possibly at the verge of being blue balled but he ignores all that, choosing to focus on your well being.

"Yeosang," you called for his name, cupping his cheeks and kissing him passionately, "I'm fine. Let's continue."

"Are you sure? What if-"

You placed a finger on his lips, rolling over so now you're on top of him, the biggest signs for him to shut up and proceed with what is supposed to happen tonight.

"It's okay." you reassured him once more, kissing him fully as you do so, "I don't want to do this with anyone but you." you whispered against his lips, lifting your hips and doing the work of filling you up with his girth.

You gasped at the intrusion, feeling the stretch once more but it wasn't as bad as before.

You don't know where you're getting the confidence, but to hell with it, anyone would feel bold if your significant other looks at you like the deities sculpted you themselves.

Eyes full of warmth, longing, and desire.

To hell with everything.

You started moving without giving it any second thoughts, you are tired of waiting and you know that the stinging pain would soon go away.

"Slow down baby, I-" Yeosang mumbled, gripping your hips as a way to control your movements.

You really don't mind the burning feeling in your thighs as you move up and down on his length, but boy did you want to ignite a fire within him.

"If you want me to slow down," you whispered, "then make me."

Well, that did the trick. Yeosang's eyes darkened and the grip he has on your hips is now bruising, "Didn't take you for a brat, really."

He scoffs and he definitely does take control of the situation, stilling you on his lap as he closes his eyes.

Ah, this is life, he thinks.

The way your drenching pussy clenches on his cock. So warm, so good. He could seriously bust a nut from the feeling of you alone, but that wouldn't be fun now, isn't it?

Your moans got louder when he started drilling into you. You can't move as he restrains you in his lap, making him do all the work, rutting his hips until your juices are rolling down your inner thighs and drips onto his own skin.

"Yeosang!" you whined his name, his unforgiving pace made you throw your head back, getting dizzy from the pleasure.

"Take it, baby." he says, his thrusts getting erratic as he chased his high while simultaneously waiting for you to finish first.

"Yeosang, I'm close." you panted, throwing your palms against his chest as an attempt to stabilize yourself.

"Cum all over me, princess." he says hotly, taking one of your hands and bringing it up to his mouth, sucking on your index and middle finger.

He really knows how to rile you up, and that was just enough for you to combust when you truly felt his tongue circling around your digits. Coming all over his length, your clenching heat allows him to finally cum as well, your insides milking him dry.

He went and grabbed your neck, bringing you in for a hot and messy kiss, panting against each other's mouth as you both came down from your high.

"That was so good." you smiled, clinging to him and wanting to go to sleep when the tiredness seeps into your muscles.

"Sleepy?" he asked you, to which you could only nod.

"Alright, let's clean up first so we're not sticky." he says, giving you a final kiss before preparing to stand up, "I love you."

You laughed, giddy and still feeling the dopamine in your veins, "I love you more."

[togrowoldinv]

The Truth

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When Natasha is forced to go on a mission with you, you’re surprised by her behavior

Note: Brief mentions of violence, mostly yearning and fluff. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

Your relationship with Natasha Romanoff is what you would consider strained. When you joined the team, you felt like she immediately closed herself off from you. It upset you, seeing as she was the only other woman on the team.

But you tried not to take it personally. She’s the Black Widow. She doesn’t make friends. Or at least that’s the perception of her, but you thought maybe it would be different with you.

For a while, you tried to ask her to spend time together. Whether it was watching movies or playing games, Nat never accepted your invitations. Eventually you stopped asking all together.

So, today when you were told you’re going on a mission together you weren’t the least bit excited about it. A day and maybe night alone with Natasha wasn’t on your agenda.

But duty calls, so you got dressed and met Nat at her car. She drove you to the safe house where you were to spend the evening after the mission. That is if the stakeout ever ends.

Now, you sit next to Natasha on a stakeout. She keeps her head on a swivel, but she avoids your gaze. It’s getting late.

“I can take first watch,” you say, standing up and looking around the perimeter again.

“No. You sleep,” Nat says.

“Natasha, please. Just let me take first watch.”

Natasha shakes her head. She stands to face you fully.

“I’m the best suited to stay up,” Nat says matter of factly. “Go to sleep, y/n. Don’t fight me on this.”

“Fine,” you grumble.

You find a decent spot to lay down and sleep for a while. Before you know it, hours have passed. Natasha is in the same spot when you wake up.

“Did I miss anything?” You ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You glance at the watch on your wrist. “Nat, why did you let me sleep for 3 hours? We agreed one hour breaks.”

Natasha just shrugs. She keeps looking ahead.

“Your turn to sleep,” you say.

“I’m good,” Nat says.

You sigh and look her over. She seems normal but you can tell she’s tired.

“Whatever,” you brush it off.

Another few hours pass and Nat is still refusing to lay down, even when she feels herself drifting off to sleep while sitting up.

“Natasha, why won’t you just sleep?” You ask her. “Do you not trust me to keep watch?”

“It’s not like that,” Nat says.

“Then why? Because I can see how much you’re fighting sleep.”

Natasha shakes her head. She runs her hand over her face. You can see her breathe deeply.

“I’m just making sure you’re safe,” Nat admits.

“Do you not think I’m capable of protecting myself?” You ask her. Your words come out louder than they should.

“I’m more capable of protecting you,” is all she offers.

You feel yourself get angrier at her words. Of course you know she’s better than you, but you don’t want to admit that. And why does she care in the first place if she feels so indifferent about you?

“I don’t need you to protect me,” you say. “I’m a big girl. I can handle myself. And I can protect you in the process.”

“I know that,” Natasha says. “But I just-“

“What? Natasha, since I’ve met you you’ve wanted nothing to do with me! You go out of your way not to be around me. So don’t give me some bullshit about how you want to protect me when you don’t even like me!” You yell at her.

Next thing you know, Nat is moving forward and covering your mouth with her hand. You try to pull away, but she keeps a grip on you. She only nods in the direction of what you now see is the target.

Nat removes her hand from your face and leads the way around the corner to see more of the target. It’s an arms deal.

“I’m going to get closer. Watch my six,” Nat says.

You watch her back as she approaches the target. There’s no indication that they realize you’re there. Not until they see your shadow from behind a wall.

Natasha notices the men rushing towards where she had left you. She loses eyes on the target as she runs to defend you. She takes down five men, but not before one gets a shot at her.

A shot that was meant to hit you, but Natasha covered your body with hers.

“Nat! Hey, stay with me!” You shout at her as she lays on the ground. Her abdomen is bleeding profusely.

You try to stabilize the wound, but it doesn’t do much. Pulling her to a slightly safer spot, you call for help on comms.

“Natasha, you’re okay,” you say. She’s barely conscious.

“You have to get out of here,” Nat says. Her voice is barely there.

“No, I’m not leaving you,” you argue.

“Y/n,” she says. She reaches for your hand. You grip hers tightly. “Let me go. Save yourself.”

“No, Natasha,” you say firmly. “I’m staying with you.”

You can hear the people getting closer to you two, but you try not to think about it. There’s no way you can move her around and keep her alive. Your only choice is to fight.

“I can do this, Nat. I’ll protect you,” you say as you stand and face the door.

The men come in full force, but you shoot them down one by one.

“Nice job,” Natasha says once they’re all down. You kneel next to her again.

“Stay with me, Nat,” you say.

“Do you want to know why I wanted to protect you?” She asks. You nod. She coughs and blood seeps from her lips. “Because I love you.”

You’re too stunned to immediately reply. Natasha’s eyes close as she finally loses consciousness from the pain and bleeding.

Help eventually arrives but not before you take down more men all while trying to keep Nat alive.

It’s a whole day later when Natasha wakes up after surgery. You’re sitting by her bedside when her eyes open.

“Y/n?” She asks.

“Right here, Natasha.”

“You’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” you assure her.

She breathes out a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been a friend to you,” she says. “Or even a good teammate.”

“Don’t worry about it. I understand you were scared to get close to me. It’s okay,” you say. “You made up for it by taking a bullet for me.”

Natasha chuckles a little at that. She does feel like she had made up for it a little bit.

“Nat,” you begin. “What you said before you passed out, is it true?”

“It’s complicated,” Nat answers.

You look away from her, swallowing your hurt. You wanted it to be an immediate yes from her.

Natasha speaks again, “But I think it could be true. Once I get my head out of my ass and let you in.”

You look back to her and she’s wearing a soft smile. She reaches for your hand.

“I think it could be true too,” you say. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Anytime y/n,” Natasha replies.

You two sit together for a while as she recovers. And once she’s ready to go back to her floor, you sleep on her couch until she’s 100% healed.

And you do find love together. Forever and ever.

[440gallery]

-Morning Routine

Synopsis:: Neteyam wakes reader with dry humping. And of course it turns into more...

Pairing:: Neteyam x f!omaticaya!reader

Authors note: its literally just smut, Neteyam is aged up, around twenty. Same for reader

Content warning:: mature

Word count:: 1597

General tags:: p in v, smut, dry humping, fingering, cum, begging, throat kink maybee, you can see where this goes

Being mated to Neteyam had its perks.

Not only had we our own nest, but also a lot of privacy. At the begin of our relationship it was hard for us to meet alone, our needs constantly unsatisfied because we were nearly never alone and it drove both of us crazy, leading to bold behaviour such as giving blow jobs in semi-public and fucking in any nest that was empty. But now, with having our own nest and all the time of the world, there was no need for us to sneak around anymore.

Waking up next to Neteyam I felt his hands on my hips, drawing lines into my skin, his lips already attached to my neck, sucking at the soft, sensitive skin making me break out into shivers at his contact. His hand glided over my abdomen, caressing the area with his rough fingers, slowly digging deeper.

“Teyam.” I sighed, pressing myself close to him, pushing my ass in the crook of his hips, noticing the erection he had. His hips were circling against mine, making me feel his dick, as he rutted it against my backside, small noises escaping his throat. Circling my ass in slow motions, I felt the friction created between us, making me breathless, my blood heating. Neteyam’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, the other holding onto my hips, as his stirring grew rougher, wider and more exasperated, as he pushed his dick along my round ass, pushing it along the curve, before rutting it against the crack of it, feeling how the flesh parted a little for his dick. Hands digging into my skin I circled more, making him groan in pleasure, feeling a soft moisture building onto my backside.

“Fuck, atta girl.” He mumbled dry humping into me faster, pushing into my body, making him search for his own release, hands holding me in place, so I wouldn’t get pushed away from him and his movements. Smiling, I dragged my leg up, moving my foot along his calf, before bringing it up, bending it so he had better access, being able to force his dick deeper into my crack and backside, making it easier for him to pump onto me. His grunts grew louder, his humping more intense and I felt a sudden dampness on my backside, grinning, as Neteyam bit softly into my neck to hide his moan as he came.

“Hmm, baby, so good.” He mumbled into my skin, lapping at the red spot he created, sucking on it, making me whimper.

“Good morning to you too.” I laughed quietly, biting my lip, as his hands ghosted along the side of my breasts but not touching, only teasing. Arching back into him, I couldn’t hide my arousal, me being the one rutting against him now, trying to show him what I wanted. His hands pressed against my skin, making me hot all over. Dropping his hand across my abdomen I shuffled closer to his body, pressing my naked limbs close to his, feeling everything of him. His lips nibbled at my ear, kissing the spot right below, creating goosebumps on my skin. Shoving his hand lower, to the place I needed I moaned, arching into his touch as he drove through my folds, spreading the wetness that had already formed.

“So wet for me, good girl.” He slapped my pussy once, shortly but hard and I whimpered into the painful touch, needing more, begging him silently to keep going, to take control, to fuck me senseless. My bend leg twitched as Neteyam lay his finger on my clit, the sensation on the nub creating a fire across my body, taking my breath away. Moving his finger, Neteyam grinned, continuing to tease me, when I wanted more. Whining, I tried to move against his fingers on my own, but Neteyam’s hand came to my throat, holding me in place.

“Stop moving, y/n.” He whispered and I bit my lip, nodding, his hand never leaving my throat, squeezing it every now and then as he rubbed my clit, making me insane with need, the feeling of wanting to be filled up. My walls clenched around nothing and I desperately wanted a heavy weight inside me, a hard cock stretching me out, making me feel so, so good.

“Teyam, please.” I moaned as he accelerated his movements, making me twitch under his grip because it felt so good, but also not enough.

“What do you want, babe?” He asked, voice husky and deep, knowing damn well what I needed. But he liked it, when I voiced it out, made it clear for him what to do with my body.

“Fill me up, Teyam. Fuck me so-.” I breathed unable to say anything else as I felt two of his fingers dip inside me, finally giving me a weight to clench my walls around on instant, welcoming the feel of his digits curling against my sweet spot, making my toes curl, fisting the soft material beneath us, pushing my nails into it.

“Yess.” I hissed, trying to dim my moans, but his hands were experienced, knowing my body and my soft spots, leaving me breathless and craving for more, because it felt so, so good but it still wasn’t enough. I needed to feel his dick, roughly pushing into me, forcing access in between my legs, making me whimper as he pumped only his tip inside, driving us both crazy till he couldn’t hold it any longer, thrusting with full force into my pussy.

Clenching around his fingers again, my chest felt flushed and heated, my whole body warm with lust and headiness, making me push my abdomen across his fingers, slowly riding them, working them deeper inside me.

“Atta girl, so needy for more.” Neteyam murmured, forcing his fingers deeper, creating a faster pattern of moves that brought immense pleasure over me.

“Teyam, please.” I moaned riding his fingers full force, rutting along his delicate movements, juices creating easy access, making everything damp and wet.

“Please what, baby? What do you need me to do?” He teased, curling his fingers inside me, pressing them against my sweet spot, ripping a needy whine from my throat.

“Fuck me please.” I answered breathless, mewling at the sudden loss of his fingers, pushing back into him because he made me feel so good and I needed more.

“Give me a second, ma fyole.” He chuckled, before guiding his dick to my pussy, driving the tip through the juices, wetting himself in our cum, striking it across himself, lubricating him up. His hand came up to my bend leg, holding it in place, if not pushing it up a little higher, making my pussy shine in its juices for him.

“Ready for my dick, baby?” He asked, squeezing my throat to quieten the moan which followed as he pushed inside me, making me quiver around him.

“Oh, Teyam.” I sighed, burying my face into the pillows, hand clawing at them, at how good it felt.

“Hmm, your pussy feels so good, so hot and tight. It’s heaven baby.” He groaned, rutting against me, slapping my thigh, making me jump at the sudden pain and he used my startled state, pushing deeper inside, making his balls connect with my ass, slapping against them. Both of us groaning I pressed back against him, feeling stretched with the heavy, pulsing weight of Neteyam’s cock inside me, leaving me utterly at his mercy. His thrusts came hard and fast, skin slapping against skin, squashing our most intimate places together, jostling pleasure through every cell of my body. Crying out into the pillow to hide my moans, Neteyam pushed my leg down, pressing me completely against the soft material of the sleeping net, climbing on top of me, whilst raising my hips to meet his in one powerful stroke, leaving me mewling. My tail wrapped itself around his calf, holding him close, pressing it against it to show him how damn good it felt to be filled up by his cock. Slapping my ass, he pushed deeper, forcing his weight on me, making me feel so, so full, that I could barley breathe. His balls pressed up to my ass, I felt him circling against me, creating slow patterns, before thrusting short, tiny strokes inside me. My legs kicked against the net, it felt so pleasureable and I couldn’t take it any longer, my walls quivering around him. His hand grabbed onto my hair suddenly, ripping my head back, hand coming around my throat, whilst also simultaneously connecting our Thashleuy together, making me scream out in pleasure, bringing me over the edge, as I came hard, stars forming in front of my eyes, as my pussy clenched down on Neteyam’s cock with force.

“Fuck, y/n. Fuck, fuck, yess.” He hissed as he continued pushing into me, riding my orgasm out and facing his own. Small, fast thrusts before he moaned, his cum filling me up, as he slowly pushed into me, his cock twitching before collapsing on top of me. His body was warm and sweaty but it felt so, so nice to have right there with me, able to feel every ounce of pleasure and content that rushed through the connection.

Neteyam sighed, before pulling out, laying a hand on my hip, indicating for me to turn around. I did, opening my arms and legs for him to settle between them and he did, laying his head on my naked breast, feeling my heart pound in my chest.

“I love when you wake me up like this in the mornings.” I grinned, kissing his head as he breathed out a laugh, hands tracing along my skin.

“Good to know.” He mumbled, eyes dropping close, enjoying the feeling of us still joined together, being able to know exactly what the other felt and just feeling so full of love for each other.

I smiled, my hands driving through his braids, feeling content.

“Let’s repeat that tomorrow.” He said, leaving me laughing into the fresh morning air.

“Yeah, let’s.” I said, already waiting for tomorrow morning to come.

[lizlazer]

homecoming

tangerine x fem!reader

3.5k words

rated E, nsfw, no minors y’all

thanks to @basichextechml and northerngalxy for being my beta readers!

this was supposed to be a short, silly little fic about having a “good time'' with Tangerine and how he keeps getting interrupted by Lemon constantly calling his phone. it is now 3.5k words. i also ended up tying in some small details from the book. this is my first time writing smut in a while so enjoy! 

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Tangerine has been away so long, the longest you two have been apart since you started seeing each other.

Lemon had driven him to your apartment from the airport without Tangerine even telling him that this was the only place he wanted to go. This last job had a high reward, but it was one of the more brutal jobs he’d ever done. It had involved weeks of surveillance, an agonizing stint undercover, and one of the most vicious fights of his life. And every night, often under a cold shower watching someone else’s blood circle the drain, he'd think of you. He knocks at your door, but waits a total of five seconds before kicking it open. 

You were standing at your kitchen sink, hands submerged in soapy dishwater. The knocking makes you stop, and you listen closely until the door is kicked in. You grab a knife from the drying rack and step into the hall, terrified that it’s some enemy coming to collect. Instead, it’s a very disheveled Tangerine.

You come to an abrupt halt, knife hand dropping limply to your side as he stomps into the entryway. Upon looking up and seeing you, he slows, his arms also falling to his sides, dropping his coat and bag. “Fucking hell, have I missed you, love,” he says.There’s a deep cut across his eyebrow, and he’s got a split bottom lip. Dressed in well-tailored but wrinkled black suit pants, his white shirt is equally wrinkled and smeared with dirt all over, and what could be a little blood at the collar. The shirt is hanging open, and his gold medallion glistens in the afternoon light around him.

He starts toward you, but you hold up the knife, pointing it at him. 

“You said you’d call every other day, or text, or something to let me know you’re still alive,” you say in a low, angry voice, emphasizing each mode of communication with a stab of the blade. It had been a week since you’d had word from him. For a while you had forced yourself to be calm, patient, but seeing him now, alive and well, releases a dam of pent up feelings. You’re fighting dueling urges to cry and scream at him. 

He holds his hands up, his gold chain bracelet sliding down his muscled forearm. “I tried, I swear. There was no helping it.” He gives you a tired, defeated look. “Things went tits up, the phone was used as an incendiary device, and we had to lay very low. I stowed away on a goddamn plane to get here!” 

He steps closer, slowly reaching his hand toward the knife, but you quickly stick the point of it against the underside of his chin. Stupid of him to get that close to you when you’re this angry.

“I told myself I wasn’t going to make a big deal about it, be the cool girlfriend, but I was fucking worried, Tan.” The blade isn’t overly sharp, a well loved and well used chef’s knife, and you let it slowly drag down his throat, softly over his Adam's apple. It bobs as he swallows, and he starts to feel his energy coming back, or maybe it’s just his pants getting suddenly tight. The tip of the knife comes to rest at the hollow of his throat. 

“Fucking hell, I still think you’re ‘the cool girlfriend,’ whatever the fuck that means. Darling, I missed you so goddamn much.” He moves a little closer despite the knife digging in a little bit more, his hands moving up to cup your face. “Can you put the knife down now so I can bend you over the dining room table?”

He’s never been a very proper gentleman, but the request is so vulgar that you let out a small laugh despite yourself. Carefully, you set the knife on a nearby table in the entryway. In the next instant his lips are against yours in a heated, breathless kiss. After a second, you start to taste copper from his bleeding lip. His mustache is coarse against your skin, but you only kiss him harder. His hands move from your face, running down your arms to rest at your hips, pulling your body flush against his. Your hands slide into his hair, tangling in his messy curls. You grab a fistful of hair and tug, and he groans into your mouth. His hands leave your hips to squeeze your ass, barely covered by cotton pajama shorts. You can feel him inching his fingers up and underneath the fabric of your shorts and panties

He breaks the kiss, pressing his lips along your cheek and jawline, up to your earlobe. Taking it between his teeth, he alternates between biting and licking. His tongue feels like it’s a thousand degrees against your skin, and the chill of his breath on the trails of saliva makes you tremble against him. 

“Tell me how much you need this,” he says into your ear, nipping at the lobe one last time before dropping kisses and bites along your neck again. 

Just as you’re about to respond, a tinny electronic song starts playing. Tangerine freezes as if he’s been shot, and you feel something vibrating in his pocket. Before he can pull away, you reach into his pants and pull out a silver flip phone. 

“You fucking bastard,” you say, voice back to its quiet angry tone. The caller ID flashes LEMON in the tiny pixel screen. “You’ve had a phone this whole time, and couldn’t be fucked to give me a ring?” Your voice is rising, but Tangerine is stunned silent. 

“Listen, really listen to me,” he pleads, reaching for the tiny phone. “I have no fucking idea how I have that.” It was true. He’d been dog tired by the time the plane had landed, jostled repeatedly in a storage area that definitely wasn’t meant to transport people. Lemon had slept the entire time, squeezed shoulder to shoulder with his brother in the tiny compartment. When they’d landed and successfully dodged all airport staff and security, Lemon had said something about getting a car and wandered off. But wait. Had he also said something about grabbing phones? As soon as Lemon pulled a car around to the pick up area, Tangerine folded himself into the passenger seat and fell into a deep sleep. He’d only just woken up right before he kicked in your door. Had Lemon slipped him the phone while he was out? 

Good ol’ Lemon was actually being a “useful train” for once, but of course it would backfire magnificently for Tangerine. 

You throw the phone at him, and it bounces hard off his chest, but he manages to catch it. While he flips it open and greets Lemon, you storm away back to the kitchen. Tangerine tries to reach after you, grab you before you get away, but he fails and nearly falls flat on his face. 

“Fuck!” he yells, frustrated in more ways than one.

“You good, bruv?” Lemon asks. “Little early to be upset after a successful gig, yeah?” 

Tangerine stares after you, raking a hand through his hair. The memory of you pulling it seconds ago makes his cock twitch.

“Not our most successful. What’d you need?” Tangerine tersely asks, tonguing the cut on his lip. He can taste blood.

“What’s got you irritated? You’re back for two seconds and you’re already fighting with her? Must be a personal best for you,” Lemon says. “Or personal worst, I s’pose.” Before Tangerine can rip him a new one, Lemon continues, “I checked on the rest of our pay. It’s all been deposited into the account.” He pauses, takes a breath. Tangerine clears his throat, impatient. “And, alright, I took a little bit. Thought I might treat myself to a very nice dinner.” 

“That’s great, Lemon. I hope you fucking choke on it.” Tangerine can hear you resuming your dish washing, the soft sounds of running water and clinking glass floating into the hallway.

Lemon clicks his tongue. “Take a breath. Christ. While I was checking on the money, Momo sent a message. Tip for another job, but she only said that we could find the full details in a ‘chartreuse tome’ in the historical society’s archives,” he says, making his accent more posh when he mentions the book. He’s actually being incredibly productive for once. Tangerine’s impressed, but also too tired and hard to appreciate it.

“Again, fantastic, Lemon. Get the fucking book and don’t call again until you have it.” Tangerine hangs up before he can respond, sliding the phone back into his pocket. He’s confident that Lemon can handle finding a book on his own. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out in one long exhale before heading to the kitchen. 

It’s an open concept with the dining room just on the other side of the counter from where you’re currently occupied. He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. You try to ignore him, focusing on the task in front of you. He sighs loudly and dramatically, clearly seeking your attention. 

“How’s Lemon?” You finally ask after the longest minute. You’re still angry, but it feels so nice to have him wrapped around you like this that the rage starts to fade.

“Fine, oblivious, annoying. Same as always,” he grumbles into your shoulder, kissing his way up your neck to your jaw. “I swear I didn’t know about the phone until it started ringing.” Judging from how flustered he was, you’re inclined to believe him. You let the bowl you were washing slip from your hands back into the water. Leaning into him, he turns your head just enough so that he can kiss you, his lips soft and gentle, lingering against yours. He peppers you with kisses, dipping his head to yours over and over. He only kisses you like this when he thinks he’s fucked up, and it melts your heart every time. You take your dripping, soapy hands out of the water and turn to face him. They’re overly warm, and when you bring one up to his face he leans into it, closing his eyes. He’s so obviously torn between falling asleep and fucking you senseless. Your other hand starts working on the buttons of his shirt, making the choice for him.

“Let’s try this again,” you quietly tell him, pulling his shirt up and out of his pants, the white linen hanging open on his shoulders. There’s a little dark smudge of something across his collarbone, but your eyes are drawn to the chiseled expanse of his abdomen. Your still damp hands run over his skin, combing through the soft auburn hair on his chest. When he opens his eyes there’s a heat in them that makes you weak in the knees. 

He takes your hand in his, leading you over to the dining room table. “It wasn’t jokes earlier. I fully intended to bend you over this table.” It’s sturdy, solid oak with a rustic look but polished to a mirror shine. It was a gift from him when he couldn’t stand your old wobbly table any longer. He leads you to stand against the edge of it, facing away from him, your hands pressed against its surface. Lips on your neck again, his tongue drags a slow trail to the back of your ear. His hands move to your breasts, kneading them gently over the soft fabric of your old t-shirt. One of his hands slips under your shirt, ghosting over your belly and up to your nipples, taking one between two fingers and giving it the slightest squeezes.

His other hand moves south, slipping under the waistbands of your shorts, cupping your warm, damp pussy over your panties. Breathless, you say his code name, the only name you’ve ever gotten out of him. 

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he says in your ear, one of his fingers curling up against the fabric, applying a tiny bit of pressure. You give a little moan, and he pushes around them, dragging a finger against your wet curls.

“I want your fingers inside of me,” you quietly plead to him, grinding back against his cock. “Please.”

Tangerine lets out a small chuckle before he gently presses your body down against the table. “That all?” He slaps your ass, playful but hard enough to sting a little. “Just my fingers? Nothing else?” He pulls your shorts and underwear down in one agonizingly slow motion, you lift up one foot and then the other to step out of them.

“Spread those legs just a little bit more for me, love,” he instructs you, quiet but straining. You do as you’re told, aching for him to touch you. He doesn’t leave you waiting long, falling to his knees, pulling your cheeks apart. After a brief moment, he drags his tongue from your cunt to your asshole. 

“Jesus Christ, Tan,” you gasp. The fingers of one hand slide against your wet slit, pushing against your entrance. 

He presses one finger into you slowly, and you moan, biting your fist. His tongue is working against your ass, circling it over and over, occasionally trying to push itself in. The combined sensation of his tongue and an added finger in your pussy has you wiggling, pushing yourself against his face. This display of wanton need makes him moan, the vibration adding another level of pleasure. His mustache is chafing against the soft skin of your bottom, but you can’t ask him to stop. 

“Holy shit,” you mumble against your hand. His fingers have developed a steady rhythm, hitting in just the right spot. You wish you could watch him, see the depraved look in his eyes as he takes you apart. But there’s something to be said about blindly letting him have his way with you. 

He stops for just a moment to ask, his voice gravelly, “Do you forgive me yet?” His mouth is back on your ass before you can answer.

The cell phone begins to ring again, playing a lively little tune. Tangerine continues his important work, pushing his tongue past your tight little ring of muscle, making you gasp. The phone rings on and on, stopping for maybe ten seconds before starting again. 

“Fucking hell!” Tangerine stands up, tearing the phone from his pocket. You sag against the table, flushed and a little deflated.

“Lemon, what the fuck can I do for you now?” he answers.

You try to stand up, but Tangerine bends you back down, his free hand moving from your back to between your legs, his fingers sliding into your wetness. You turn your head as much as you can to see him, and he closes his eyes, shaking his head and pressing his lips together. Don’t say a word, darling. 

“Don’t hang up on me again, you bastard,” Lemon says on the other end. “I’m at the place, but I don’t know what color chartreuse is!” 

Tangerine takes in a slow deep breath, transfixed by his fingers and the wet sounds they make as they move into you. He’s wearing his typical large signet rings, and he gets an immense amount of satisfaction watching them disappear inside of you. Goddamnit, he will not let Lemon distract him from this. He’s waited too long. You’re doing your best to fight the noises rising from your throat as he fingers you while on the phone. 

“Isn’t this a question better suited for the internet?” he says, incredulous.

“I’m also working off of a flip phone, prick, and trying to bring up the browser on this thing makes me want to pry my fingernails off,” Lemon complains in his usual flat tone.

“Where did you get these phones, a couple of pensioners? It’s a kind of fucking yellow, mate,” Tangerine tells him, and then hangs up the phone again.

You bark out a laugh, shocked that that’s all Tangerine gave him. “‘A kind of yellow’? He’ll definitely be calling you back.”

He puts the phone back in his pocket before undoing his belt and trousers. Palming his cock for just a moment, he frees it from his boxers, letting it rest against your ass.

“I’m not answering,” he stubbornly says, withdrawing his fingers from you. The sudden emptiness makes you whine softly, trying to push yourself back into him. “I’m a little busy at the moment,” he says, basking in the sight of you desperate for him. 

You push yourself up to a standing position, and he lets out a noise of disapproval, but you turn to hop up on the table. He steps in between your legs, and he stops short, letting his cock linger just out of reach of your core. His hands come to rest on the soft skin of your thighs, squeezing.

“You’d better fuck me right now, before he calls back,” you tell him, your lips close enough to his that they brush against each other as you speak. You tilt your chin up, dragging your tongue over the cut on his lip. He kisses you fiercely, and you can feel his cock rubbing against your clit. You reach down between your bodies and guide him to you, feeling the tip push inside. His hips take it from there, sliding inch by inch until he’s fully inside of you. Your breath hitches at the wonderful sensation of him stretching you, gripping each side of his open shirt with white knuckles. No one has ever filled you like he has.

“Goddamn it, you feel so fucking good around my cock, darling,” he groans, rocking his hips back and forth, sliding out and back in. The intimacy of this is overwhelming, your foreheads pressed together, his half-lidded blue eyes staring into yours. He moves to the side of your head, saying directly into your ear, “You are all I’ve thought about for two straight months.” He pulls your shirt up, exposing your breasts. Leaning down he captures one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking, licking, and biting at the tender flesh. One of your hands goes to his hair, tangling in his curls. As you make a fist it pulls the hair taught, and he moans against your skin. In response he picks up speed. He pulls his lips from your breast and hooks his hands under your knees, pulling you into him with each thrust. You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching this beautiful man fuck you.  

You can barely form words, but you manage to say, “Yes, Tangerine, god yes.”

A wicked grin forms on his face and he maintains that speed. He loves hearing his code name  in your gasping, barely audible voice. “Touch yourself for me,” he says, watching you like a starved man eyeing a buffet. 

You obey, reaching between your legs and massaging your clit to match his strokes. You can feel the build up of your impending orgasm in your belly, warmth spreading through your hips and radiating out from your core. You clench around him as it washes over you, blood rushing to your face and chest, rubbing your clit through the waves of intense sensations. You cry out his code name, begging him not to stop, and he groans and bucks into you a little more forcefully.

Tangerine’s not long after you, burying himself up to the hilt and gripping your legs so hard you know you’ll find bruises there later. He stands like that for a moment, shuddering with his orgasm. The sight of you, flushed and panting, on the table he bought you makes his chest tight. Through every beating taken and every bullet fired, he only thought of you. The gentle touch of your hand, the sting of your nails and teeth. In every horrible moment, he was always looking forward to this reunion.

“Jesus,” he sighs, still inside you, not wanting to move. “That was… fuck.”

The phone begins to ring again, the song becoming a trigger of rage for Tangerine. You laugh at the absurdity of it, and after a beat he does too. Leaning over, he kisses you sweetly, lingering. 

“I’m gonna shove this phone down his throat when I see him,” he growls against your lips. He stands, withdrawing from you and tucking himself back into his boxers. You can feel his come dripping down your thigh as you stand up, trying to right yourself as best you can. Shirt and pants wide open, Tangerine retrieves the phone from his pocket and answers the call. 

“Lemon, if you don’t have that fucking book,” he starts, but Lemon is yelling over him before he can finish. 

“I don’t know what color ‘chartreuse’ is! You say yellow but there’s only green books here!”