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arlestial · 2 years

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Hiii can you mabye write boyfriend hcs for aiku sae shidou and luna from bllk please?💖

❝it's you and me, that's my whole world❞

synopsis : How does it feel to be their fantastic s/o ?

pairing : Aiku, Sae, Shidou, Luna x gender neutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : None, that’s mainly fluff and comfort (a bit suggestive on Aiku and Shidou’s part, some « feminine » pet names in Aiku’s part)

word count : 1850~ words

author-note : Hii !! Thanks for your request. To be honest, I didn’t even remembered who was Luna lmao, so I read again Blue Lock to see his face.. I swear I forgot about him. Hope you like it and that I hadn’t made them too occ !! (I’m becoming a simp for Aiku help) take care of yourself ♡

AIKU OLIVER seems quite intimidating at first, maybe because of his famousness or because of his height, but meeting him the first time made you nervous. He’s super outgoing, and straightforward (it’s a bit scary-). But when you get to know him better, he’s going to be the sweetest of these four boys ! Aiku puts his whole heart into everything if it’s for you. You want a new plushie ? He’s going to search for the perfect plushie for you, with the cutest design, your favorite color : prepare yourself, he’s gonna take some classes to learn how to make one. Alright, it won’t be the most beautiful plushie you’re gonna see but hey !! He did it with his hands ?? And it took a while to do so !! He prefers to do something more significant for you than to simply buy something (but he will buy you a lot of things, jewelry, books he thinks you’d like, ect.). He’s a flirt, ngl, he likes to embarrass you, but he always makes-up for it, by pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. I definitely think he would call you honey, sweetheart or my girl.

"- Sweetheart, I’m 200% sure eating two chocolate bars are not very good for your stomach…"

"Nah, don’t worry about me- AIKU !"

He grabbed the chocolate from your hands and put his over his head.

"I don’t wanna hear you whine like a baby because your stomach hurts, mkay ? My sweet girl can’t even take care of herself well", he said in a playful tone.

"Shut up, Aiku, and give me my chocolate bars. Now."

"Then make me, honey", he winked at you and you rolled your eyes. You approached him, hugging him, and putting your hand on his torso, in a seductive way. He felt his heart beating faster, harder in his chest, and the kiss you gave him on his neck made him feel kinda hot, his cheeks becoming red.

You snatched the chocolates bars from his hands and ran away, leaving the poor man alone, flustered. Yeah, he’s whipped for you. A big simp with absolutely no shame.

ITOSHI SAE is extremely different from Aiku. His demeanor is cold, and he was extremely distant and dry in the beginning of your friendship. Then, as the time past, he was more and more attached to you, and started catching feelings. He was so mad at himself : you probably saw him as a friend, and nothing more. Plus, he was kinda mean towards you, he thought you would like a nicer man.. but when you confessed to him, he (almost) had a smile on his face. This man’s gonna pamper you the best he can, buying you the most expansive jewelry ever, the prettiest clothing, taking you to dates often, even if he’s extremely busy. His love language is surely gift giving and quality time !! I feel like he’s very protective too, especially to soccer players; and kinda his brother, who’s one of your friends. He’s a bit insecure and he’s definitely touch starved, so you need to boost his confidence and assure him you won’t leave him anytime soon (never). He would definitely call you dear or babe.

" Sae, what are you look for ? ",you asked, seeing your boyfriend searching something in the closet of your shared home.

"My white shirt, I have an appointment with some journalist today, but I don’t find- oh."

He saw you holding out his shirt, a proud smile on your face.

"I put your shirt away this morning, I was sure you were going to be late"

"Thanks, babe", he said, a small smile creeping on his face, taking his shirt and your hand in his, kissing your knuckles gently. He put his shirt and then headed to the door of the house. You followed him.

"Don’t forget the restaurant this evening dear", he said, taking his coat.

"Mmh", you kissed him goodbye, smiling through the kiss.

"I won’t be long, I promise, love you."

SHIDOU RYUSEI is… a special lover, to say the least. Prepare yourself for tons of adventures and tons of weird stares. He has literally no shame, he’s extremely bold, even in public (this dude doesn’t understand PDA ig) and he doesn’t give a shit about people around him, not what they think of him. But when it comes to you ? Ohh man. He’s extremely proud of you, he’s gonna show you off to everyone 24/7, and if somebody says something about you that he doesn’t like, you would need to calm him fast because he’s ready to throw hands. He wants to hang-out with you all the time, he’s capable of everything for you. Definitely a simp and a hype-man !! He wants to be in your arms 24/7 and absolutely love when you praise him about his skills in soccer or in anything else. This man has a lot of respect for you, your family and friends, but he’s sometimes a bit harsh towards your friends, especially if some of them disrespect you because « it’s fun » or because they’re the « pickme » type.

"Oh hi, Y/N !", you turned your head towards the noise to see two friends you haven’t seen in a while.

"Oh, hi, long time no see ! How are you ?"

"I’m fine ! How are-" answered your first friend, before being interrupted by the second one, that was looking down at you.

"I heard you have a boyfriend now ?"

"Uh… yeah I have, I’m waiting for him to get out of his training right now. He’s a soccer player !", you responded, a bit nervous, a strained smile on your lips.

"Wondering how you get a hottie like this to even take a look at you."

You felt immediately humiliated, you haven’t seen her for almost one year and a half, and she’s already trying to belittle you ? You frowned, and she stopped laughing in a high-pitched voice to look at you again, then sighed.

"Man, you’re so sensitive, chill. It’s a joke."

"A joke is supposed to be funny, bitch."

Shidou appeared behind your second friend, pushing her towards the first one, hurting her a bit in the process.

"Get the fuck out of here now or I’m going to smash your fucking head into the concrete."

They ran away, the second one literally scared for her life, and Shidou put his hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you to the exit of the corridor.

"Don’t listen to her doll, you’re the prettiest girl in the whole world, you know that. I’m the luckiest man here."

LEONARDO LUNA is a sarcastic yet, loving man. He absolutely loves to tease you and to fluster you, it’s his hobby. Making you blush ? He’s smiling. Making you laugh ? He’s crying from your cuteness. His humor is so good, you’ve never seen a funnier man in your life, istg. He’s even more funny when you two go on a date and when he decides to judge every. single. person. that walked past both of you. He’s fond of you, and each day he has you on his side makes him realize he’s the happiest man of the world, thanks to you. He wants you to come to his games with his jersey, and he told his coach he wanted you on the bench near the field, to hold you in his arms after each win, and each defeat. You literally have him warped around your finger, he’s willing to do anything for you to be happy, even belittle himself. His friends tease him about you, but he can’t protest : you’re the light in his life, he counts the days before seeing you again (when he needs to be in a foreign country for soccer), you’re his wallpaper screen, he’s always calling you or texting you, sometimes in the middle of training.

"Luna, what are you doing ?? We’re training man", scoffed his teammate, seeing him on his phone, smiling like a kid.

"I’m texting my s/o, ‘kay? So stop disturbing me, thanks."

"You’re such a simp", he laughed.

"Shut the fuck up", Luna answered, cheeks red, embarrassed.

#blue lock x reader #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae #aiku x reader #bllk aiku #oliver aiku #sae bllk #blue lock shidou #shidou bllk #shidou x reader #shidou #luna #luna blue lock #luna bllk #leonardo luna x trader #luna x reader #blue lock #bllk

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adelheidvonschicksal · 2 years

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Summary: You and your mermaid friend take turns answering questions about the other. One thing you're both curious about is "how do you mate?".

Pairing: Mermaid Todoroki x Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Humor, Interspecies, vanilla, kinda tentacle? Dorks again.

Notes: this has been in my ao3 a while but I never properly posted the 2nd part on tumblr.

Part one in master list!

“Your turn.”

You didn’t consider yourself a typically forward person, not without a good buzz going and a catchy song in your ear, but those words effortlessly tumble from your lips with a confidence you didn’t know you possessed. You blame it on the adrenaline burning its way through your veins and the lust clouding your head at the promise of touching someone, a mermaid of all things.

It isn’t a situation you ever imagined yourself in after the many days of going to the beach then home without much to show but you were finding fewer and fewer reasons to complain about the opportunity being served to you on a silver platter.

Clumsily, you steady your feet against the crumbled rocks and shells underneath them. Fingers spreading out over his slick skin, you destroy the last of his personal space, fitting seeing as he had no qualms about invading yours.

The memory brings back a hint of nervousness but why should you listen to it now? They always say life is about experiencing new things. This is definitely something that had to fall under that.

There’s a beat of his tail, a swirl of water whirling from the strength that makes you swallow hard. You flash him a smile, but he doesn’t seem to hold the same eagerness from earlier.

Concerned, you take a step into deeper territory. “You alright?” He doesn’t respond, and you lower your voice, drawing your question out again a bit more softly since for a moment you forgot that this probably isn’t the usual thing for him either. Still, as selfish as it is, your mind repeats to not give him an out, because you’re still dying to find out exactly how mermaids, him especially, like to be touched. “You’re not getting cold feet, are you?” you ask with a forced laugh, if only to relax the mood enough to encourage him to continue.

There’s a pause, a prolonged and contemplative pause, highlighted in grey and blue eyes. You can never seem to guess what he’s thinking with that serious face, and it flashes across your mind what other faces he can make, and you almost get embarrassed at how far your thoughts spiraled into the gutter.

“I can’t have cold feet."

You laugh genuinely this time. “It’s a phrase. It means you’re getting nervous. But Shouto, you know you promised, right?”

“I’m aware,” he answers, “It’s not that I don’t want to, I simply need a second to think.”

You fall silent as he begins to mutter under his breath in a language you couldn’t even begin to understand but you get the feeling that this time it’s more serious than not understanding human idioms. When he makes up his mind, he meets your eyes. “I’m ready,” he says, which gets rid of the last of the doubts playing in your mind as you wait for him to make his move.

Except he doesn’t.

Your head pivots to the side as you watch him concentrate on the churning water in front of him, and you tighten your once relaxed expression. “Shouto?” More confusion settles over you, turning in your head as you watch the motions of his shoulder. Suddenly, it dawns on you and quickly, almost enough to bring back your fluster from earlier. “Are…are you touching yourself?”

Your question is enough to earn his attention, finally. This time when he meets your eyes, it’s more subdued than before, embarrassed in a way that makes you wince for causing it. “I have to make it come out. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Make it come out?” You have somewhat of an idea of what he means but you’re not entirely sure you can imagine it.

“It feels strange to force it,” he admits quietly.

Your curiosity overtakes your actions as seeing is better than believing, and you hesitantly coax him to float back with a push at his sides. You probably wouldn’t have found what he was talking about had it not been for the reddening at his stomach built from the pulling of blood underneath, right where his human skin starts to fade and merge with his tail.

Your fingertips brush the spot first before courage demands that you press the flat of your palm to his abdomen. Your stomach does flips at the swim-toned muscles flexing against your palms with each of his heavy and deep breaths, creating a pool of arousal in you that anyone would embrace sinking into.

Carefully, you trace to where his torso and tail meet, finding a horizontal slit camouflaged in the blending of the two. Your eyes light up at the discovery. “It’s retractable!” you think out loud.

“Is it that surprising?”

You hum softly. “Well, human guys, there’s just hang there, but I guess it makes more sense for yours to be inside of you.”

You almost wish you could rush back to your notes to write all this information and probably make an entire diagram, but it would be better if you could explore him fully. First, you want to make it fully come out, with the goal of making him cum just as much as you had. For research purposes naturally, not because your pussy is throbbing at the idea of seeing his fully unsheltered cock.

You’re not entirely sure how to ask for that though. But it’s only fair considering how unashamedly he had explored you, right?

Luckily, Shouto asks the question for you though, “Are you going to touch me then?” And you could swear you hear a hint of wanting in his husked-over voice.

With his eagerness, you find a new level of composure to tease him. “Do you want me to that bad?”

“Only if you want.”

“I do,” you answer all too quickly even for yourself as you feel butterflies flutter inside. “I mean…why not, sure…”

You take his invitation to slide your fingers along the firm opening. You probably couldn’t push even more than a centimeter in but it’s enough to meet the slick covered flesh hidden inside. It’s so sticky that you can hardly get the flat of your fingertips to release from it, and when you do, they’re covered in a gloss that not even the water can easily wash away.

You draw your hand to your nose, surprised to find that the coat of slime doesn’t really have a smell. Nor a taste, you think as you suck around fingers. And your eyes widen as they flick over to Shouto watching you, as shocked as you are to realize you had slid your fingers into your mouth.

“Why’d you do that?”

“I-uh-I don’t know. It just kinda happened.”

“Ah,” he mumbles, fighting to keep eye contact with you before falling back on your twitching fingers still in your mouth, the touch you have on them. Shouto clutches tightly around your wrist, pulling your hand away to press your hand to his lips and suck on the two saliva slick digits. You shiver as his teeth prick at your skin and his rough tongue split them apart and whirl.

Satisfied at your reaction, he pulls away with a familiar half-cocked grin. “You humans sure like to use your mouths a lot,” he teases. “Like this and kissing, too.”

“You don’t kiss?”

“Depends. Some do a lot, but not as often as your people like to do. Most people prefer swimming together more,” he answers.

“That’s too bad…I think kissing is really fun,” you reply, and he blinks, still staring at your lips, dripping with the water that pulls from your hair to the crook of your nose and over them. Instinctively, you lick it away, cleaning a spot for him to lock your lips with his.

You try to keep up with him, the swirl of his tongue around yours, the prickling of his teeth against your lips, and the odd sensation you get from his kiss. The more his saliva mixes in your mouth, the more your tongue tingles like sucking on mint. You wonder if all mermaids' kisses feel like that or just his; but you don’t mind as long as you can keep doing this, having your arms around his shoulders and his hands at your hips. Your hands palm at his back, and you swear he flexes under your touch on purpose, which makes you giggle in his mouth.

It can’t more than a minute or two because you can feel your chest starting to burn for air and the strain of his gills sucking at your skin tells you that he isn’t getting oxygen through the air or his backup of water either. He breaks away, a heavy breath quickly refilling his lungs. “Was that good?”

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Your smile flutters before finding the perfect wide grin to stop stretching at. “Do you want to do it again?”

Nodding, he takes you up on the offer immediately, more vigorous than when he first laid his hands on you. He bites on your tongue, making you whine as he gripped onto you tighter. He rubs your skin, spreading his hands at the back of your waist, and you can’t tell if it’s on purpose or instinct when his tail starts to curl around your calves, making it difficult to swim.

Heat was building at your core from something hard and rubbery pressing against your stomach, and you were too busy moaning to beg for him to stop so you could push him over and make a mental image of what was stroking you.

Todoroki breaks away to croon against your neck and bury his groans against your skin. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, how tight and slick you were, about how fuzzy everything you do makes his brain feel. He sighs your name, and you’re not sure you ever heard anyone say it as pretty, “Do you think we should see if we’re able to mate,” he says, fumbling around the request as if he was helping you.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” you ask, and he quickly answers by kissing and nipping your shoulder, pressing his weight harder on you to the point you were beginning to lose your composure. Suddenly, you realized he was determined to bring you under with him. “Wait, wait, I-I can’t hold my breath very long.”

“It’d be easier if I could take you underwater, but—” he begins, falling into agreement with you, seeing as he was trying to mate with you, not hurt you. His face falls and his ear fins tilt down like a wilted flower.

“I have an idea,” you tell him, wiggle yourself away, and start to work your way back towards the pool edge. “Swim to the other side, okay?”

“Now?” he flushes slightly, which makes you laugh.

“Well, wait until you calm down and swim over.”

Shouto sighs. “You certainly don’t take the easy way.”

“Yeah, but I bet mermaids don’t do what I’m going to do to you.”

And that piques his interest.

For better or for worse, Shouto has been put into peculiar situations more frequently since meeting you.

You have him placed on his back, his tail barely being brushed by the water as it rolls over the shore, and he can see straight up to the sky, his front hot while irritating grains of sand rub at his back.

“I’m on land,” he repeats to himself, questioning why he’d agreed to such a thing. Todoroki decides that you definitely make his brain too fuzzy and that you’re way stronger than you look to have dragged him up on the beach.

Then, you straddle his waist, and for a second, there’s nothing but you, smiling at him comfortingly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you, yeah?”

And he trusts what you say, not only because you've never lied to him before but with you spread out over his waist, that warm spot of yours lined up with his opening, he can't seem to make himself question anything that comes from your beautiful mouth as he admires the way your thighs spread and close around his sides.

“We should probably make it come back out…” you say sheepishly, almost apologetically for the situation.

“I don’t think that’d be hard,” he comments, thumbing at the plush of your thighs as you press more of your weight against him. It’s a pleasant, full sensation without the float of water keeping you separate. “I think I like having you on top of me.”

You thoughtfully trace the scale patches lining his arms and lightly wet your lips before confessing, “I wouldn’t mind doing it more.”

You lean over to kiss his jaw before scaling down to his Adam’s apple. His gills flutter at your lips each time you place a kiss on his neck, and he shivers when your tongue glances over them. His body tenses so suddenly that you are afraid he'll pop a scale. “I'm guessing you've never been licked before.”

“No,” he croaks out, his face burning and tail slapping the shallow water as you surprise him by flattening out your tongue over the shilling of gills again, which makes you laugh and him flush. It’s cute to see the red spreading across his face.

“Well, if you like that,” you hum and drag your kisses down to that warm spot on his belly. You already see the rounded edge of his cock starting to peak through. It doesn’t form a head, coming to a smooth finish like a tentacle, and as you glide your tongue across, you can feel the bumps of it like brail on your tongue.

His tail wriggles between your legs, and you subtly grind against it as you groan around his cock. The thick length of his tail completely strokes your pussy while the grooves of scales provide the perfect stimulation as it pulls against your suit bottoms.

It’s hard to find the right tempo to suck him off, your lips keep sticking to him due to the slick that coats his cock, and how bendy and flexible it was. It’d probably feel nice rubbing inside of you. For now, you try to keep it from going straight down the shaft of your throat as you push him in deeper, letting your lips meet the rough scratch of his scales.

You slide him from your mouth, letting his dick rest against the flat of his stomach as you lap.

“Fuck.”

You raise your head, glancing up at the flush on his face and his hand gripping tighter into wet strands of his hair. “You like it?”

He nods, and you squeeze your hand around his cock harder. “Worth coming on land?” you tease, and he groans again.

“Ye-Yeah,” he puffs out.

There’s a bit of white foaming from him almost like bath suds. The sudsy foam pools at his lap since there was nowhere for it to go, and the salty taste makes you think he’s on the verge of cumming but you don’t want to risk your time ending this soon.

But you’re also not entirely sure how well he’ll fit inside you, and it makes knots form in your stomach as you readjust your clothes and line yourself up with him. “I’m going to put it in, okay?” you announce, more for yourself than him because he knows (his eyes are absolutely locked on the shifting of your hips as you lower yourself on top of his cock).

You wiggle your hips down on top of him, following the bending of his cock until you could feel it beginning to bundle and bow inside until your lower half lightly bulges from the fullness. You doubt bouncing would do you any good and choose to slowly grind.

Shouto purrs out your name, his eyes still on where you’re locked together, dazed at how your hips roll and stomach twist to circle on top of him. “You feel so good,” he groans as your muscles swell against his, squeezing tight around him, “so warm.”

You can only moan in response. You whimper as you can feel him rubbing and curling back against your cervix. The beads of his cock stroke your rippling muscles, sliding against your g-spot, and the slick collecting from him keeps adding pleasure as his skin brushes your engorged clit.

Then, he pushes his hand against your stomach, and you nearly sob as you squeeze your eyes shut as he places pressure on his dick imprint. “Shouto, ah,” you whimper.

“I can see it in you,” he muses and grips onto your hips to press himself harder inside of you as his cum foams and collects at your entrance and puddles against his lap.

“Shouto, 'm gonna cum.”

“Will you squeeze around me again?” he asks, sounding too hopeful as you begin to tense and whine, and your walls flutter around him. You bow forward, shaking with the waves of your orgasm tumbling over you. He mimics your prior movements by rocking your body forward as you work your way through your high, and even after he slowly slides himself from you, your pussy clenches around the empty space and suds with his cum.

You slowly lay back down on top of him, letting the sound of his heart and the waves tickling your feet calm you back down. “That was interesting,” you mumble, feeling overly stretched and pitifully empty while his cock still press against you, making you want him one more time.

“Did that help with your research?” he asks, completely serious.

“I do have a few more things I want to figure out,” you reply and hazily bring yourself back up to kiss him again, trying to gather that tingling sensation back over your tongue. When morning comes you were going to be sore from all of this and from having to help him back into the deep end of the water.

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Touch

TW: Masturbation. Smut. Language. Dirty Talk (vulgar and frequent).

SUMMARY: JJ’s POV of him denying his girlfriend his touch, all to watch her come for him all on her own.

WORD COUNT: 1000

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

JJ watching his gf touch herself while talking all sorts of dirty things ?

Touch

JJ’s POV

“I want to watch you…” I whispered into her ear, withdrawing my fingers from between her legs as I’d been as equally as deprived as I was leaving her as I took residency to the chair at the edge of the bed. For a moment, I took in every inch of her body and how I’d left it. Lingerie spread across her curves, just begging to be torn to shreds. Those hollow eyes looking at me with a combination of frustration and excitement. Those swollen lips, parted enough to see the attempt she made to speak, always silenced in preparation for what I would request next. And finally, her breathing and the way it rose and fell in desperation to have her lust met in a rush of my own.

“JJ, please…” She finally urged, fingers reaching out for me as I only cocked my jaw. There was no sweeter sound than when she was desperate. Whether it would be in the final moments just before I would make her quake beneath me in that release or while she remained dressed and simply needed to remind me I was what she had needed. Regardless, it played like a goddamn symphony whenever she pleaded. But this held a new despair that I could easily prolong my own satisfaction to hear in repetition.

“Take your panties off…Throw ‘em to me.” I watched her cheeks flush in embarrassment which left my smirk to widen further. There wasn’t a single part of her body I hadn’t touched and yet she still became so unsure when she was made vulnerable to my orders. And yet, she obeyed.

“Hmm…Princess,” I spoke almost in disappointment as she bit her bottom lip, “You’ve ruined ‘em…Soaked right through…”

“Please…JJ…”

“I think I’ll keep them here…” I teased, setting them on the dresser over my shoulder before turning back to her.

“Start with one…just rubbing-”

“Please…I want it to be you…”

“Start.” I voiced over her as she clenched her teeth before drawing that middle finger over her lips.

“Wider, baby…I can’t see.” She groaned before opening just enough to where I could see her motions. When she didn’t find that confidence quiet yet, I took hold of her ankles and forced her closer to the edge of the bed. My hands kept her feet in place to where I could then watch her.

“Oh, yes, baby…So fucking sexy….” I groaned. “Now two…only rubbing though…”

“Oh God…” She groaned as my lips parted to the mouthwatering scene before me. I fought the urge to tear those legs over my shoulders and ravage her as she needed. My girl was leaking on my sheets, desperate and whining-just how I adored her most, and it was pulling on every last one of my nerves to not act. And yet the sight of her body reacting this way, sights I was otherwise deprived when I was the cause of them, was too intoxicating to stop.

“Faster. Baby, you’re making it look so good for me…”

“Please!”

“Bet you want my fingers?” She shook her head as my brows rose in excitement. “Oh, no…you want my tongue, don’t you? You love how it fucks you? You ride it so well…”

“YES!”

“And both?” I asked, drawing my fingers on her skin, teasing her thighs that shook beneath my touch. I couldn’t help but smirk as she trembled. God, it took so little.

“YES! JJ! OH MY GOD!” I scoffed.

“Sweetheart…Sit up for me…just enough to see how you’re staining these sheets…”

“I’m sorry-” I moved slowly to her, forehead resting against hers as her face contorted.

“Faster baby…just a little more…”

“Ah….” She groaned. “JJ!”

“You don’t EVER apologize for feeling good for me…especially making those faces…sounding so fucking sweet…goddammit, I’m throbbing, baby…”

“Fuck me, JJ…”

“Why would I stop you? Why would I interrupt perfection?”

“Because I want YOU to make me come, JJ! Please! PLEASE!”

“I AM getting impatient. Thumb on your clit…two fingers quickly, baby…you’re gonna make yourself come and I’m gonna watch you do it all over my bed…”

“PLEASE JJ! I need you!” But to the way her second hand clutched at my shirt, she kept me in place in my attempt to return to my observations. God she was tempting. Needy. Loud. Reckless to be heard by any of my friends who could learn of her presence at any given time. And yet, she would simply remain this way by me.

“You’re close baby…I know it…and you’re gonna come for me…”

Her head dipped back into the bed as she had remained on her elbows, one hand quickening inside of her as the second gripped into the sheets. But the sight was too much. Her body this close to a release, shaking and nearly thrashing, her eyes screwed shut, her song of ecstasy leading me to palm myself…I needed something-anything. And I remembered her panties behind me. Already wet and calling to be used.

“Eyes to me.” I growled as I felt the fabric wrap around my cock, an immediate twitch as her eyes pried open to find me watching her, stroking myself to her-for her.

“Don’t…come…” She requested as I nodded, well aware why she was demanding this, all while I continued in stride. Her name an echo on my lips between moans and grunts.

“Faster, JJ…I want you close for me when I come-”

“Already there, sweetheart…” I confessed as her toes curled into the sheets. The most beautiful sight unfolding before me.

“JJ!”

“Come! COME FOR ME!” I growled as she obeyed as always.

“FUCK!” She cried out, seldom to curse, but making it sound so sweet when she had. Only for me. Always for me.

“Oh my God…” She groaned in fanility as I lunged, needing to feel her warmth. But as I aligned myself to her, she slipped beneath me and now took the spot on my chair.

“You made ME have to do it on my own…now it’s your turn.”

“Baby-”

“Touch.”

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heartsforsalem · 1 year

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cheronica(knktober day two)

A nice booth at pops and a humid night in riverdale may be all that I needed to feel a little alive.

“Well it’s late now almost midnight” Veronica sighed “hey is it ok if I stay with you tonight..or unless your parents-“ “my mother is out on vacation for the time being so I don’t mind”

And with that we went home, to my home that is it’s been five dates already and we’ve known each other since sophomore year so I don’t know why she hasn’t seen my house yet

It’s kind of funny I suppose. “Ok don’t take this the wrong way but- do you wanna make this official or just casual” she asked bluntly I blushed at the sudden question “uh well” I giggled nervously “uh what do you want”

Veronica gave me butterflies she made me actually care about what I said how I said it and when I said it. I wanted to be good for her because she was good for me and I honestly fell for her pretty hard.

I wasn’t going to tell her that it made me all nervous to tell her that I liked her. Her answer to this would change a lot though.

She placed her hand on my upper thigh causing me to grip the steering wheel a little “I want you not just the good but the bad the all I want to be with you” she asserted my face had turned as red as my hair now and I was smiling like a little kid

“I want to be with you too”

And that’s all I needed

We got home and got situated for bed neither of us planned to stay up as it was late. Veronica cuddled up next to me and placed little kisses on my neck every now and then.

She sat up and pulled out her phone scrolling texting for a while, I wanted to talk more I mean we talked for so long earlier but now I wanted her full undivided attention

“Baby focus on me please” i sighed gently taking her phone from her. She smirked “sweetheart” she giggles cupping my face. She kissed me and at first it started out tame but then she got on top of me.

She unbuttoned my shirt and left hickeys down my neck I sighed at the sudden contact.

“S-slow down Ron” she looked up “do you want me to stop?” She asked “no I want this it’s just I want you to slow down I’m not going anywhere” I giggle

She blushes a little and nods “sorry” she says even though her body language was confident she sounded nervous. She goes slower carefully undoing my buttons and placing delicate kisses near my bust

And suddenly her hands were on my bare chest. I felt a little embarrassed I shifted a little trying to cover myself up she just smiled nicely “baby don’t cover yourself up your stunning”

I smiled at her statement as I was still nervous but i shifted back a little. She attached her mouth to my breast making my breath hitch. she gave some attention to one then the other.

She kissed down my torso to my inner thighs making me squirm she placed tinder kisses around my groin making me whine

I was dripping already and her hands exploring every inch of my body touching me in the right places made me even more desperate

“Veronica please” I begged trying to guide her where I need her she looked up and smirked “please what baby” i whimpered at her teasing “please fuck me” I said kind of hiding my face

I was a bit embarrassed about how desperate I was and we had only just started. She smirked before attaching her lips to my clit making me moan

Her tongue entered my folds licking sucking making me gasp. “Fuck” i whimpered pulling at Veronica’s hair making her groan

I guess She figured her tongue wasn’t enough and she added two fingers moving them just where I needed her. My moaning got louder and louder as she continued

“Am I doing ok?” She asked “y-yes oh my gosh yes just keep doing what you’re doing” I whined getting closer and closer to my climax. Veronica sped up becoming a little more aggressive “oh fuck” I moaned throwing my head back

“Just like that” I squealed feeling my heart race. As Veronica kept up my climax finally came “fuck I’m gonna” I said gripping the sheets.

Veronica kept going slowing down a little once i was finished. Once she was done she came up for a little kiss I kissed her back and flipped her over

“Your turn” i smirked she looked up confused “baby you don’t have to-“ “I know but I want to.. unless you don’t want me too”

“N-no please do” I smirked at her begging and continued “but first I have to get something” I said smirking before going to the drawer and pulling out a red strap

Her eyes got a bit wide “uh how big is that” she said shifting a bit “not too big” I smirked “don’t worry if you don’t want it I won’t give it to you” she shook her head “no it’s ok I do want it”

I smiled and nodded i strutted back to her and put on the strap. Her eyes studying my every movement closely

I ran my finger through her fold’s giggling at her “oh baby your already so wet for me” I cooed she let out a small sigh I could tell she needed it she was squirming under me

I slowly slid the strap Inside of her letting her adjust and pumping in an out slowly at first “fuck” she whined grinding into the strap

I kept it up speeding up a bit I watched her under me my stomach was doing backflips as I watched her so wrapped up in her pleasure

It just made me more hungry. I groped her playing with her nipples in my hand I really couldn’t take my eyes off of her

Her movements where magnetic, majestic even “fuck Cheryl you feel so good in me” she hissed “good” I rasped

I picked her leg up thrusting myself deeper into her earning a gasp from her. I bit back a moan as I felt the strap rub up on me.

My thrusts went from controlled and precise to sloppy as we both started to reach our climaxes Veronica’s breath became ragged and uneven “oh fuck I’m so close” she whined

Her nails dug into my leg as she bucked her hips i made sure to go harder this time not faster or slower just harder.

“Fucking fuck yes just like that please keep going I’m so close” she panted

I smiled and pressed down on her stomach gently it was deep as deep as it should be

I grabbed her hips thrusting faster and faster each minute making her shake “oh I- fuck” she stuttered digging her nails even deeper into my leg she was gripping so hard I was bleeding now

That turned me on even more I threw my head back as I finished the world seemed to stop for a little bit fireworks set off and faded as I finally calmed down

I slumped down next to her out of breath and cuddled up next to her “that was” she huffed in between “was I good” I asked siting up a little bit “you did amazing” she said catching her breath

I got up and took off my strap and Veronica looked up worried “is your leg ok did I hurt you to bad I’m sorry” I looked down at my bleeding leg “oh it doesn’t hurt it’s ok baby” I said straddling her and kissing her

We both cuddled and fell asleep satisfied and sleepy.

#kinktober 2023 #cheronica

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vivalarevolution · 1 year

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𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓞𝓷...𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓢𝓪𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓮

Lo’ak x Neteyam x Aonung x Na’vi Reader

Request: „Hi there, I was wondering {if you’re still taking requests} could you do a Lo’ak or Neteyam or Aonung x fem na’vi reader 18+ fic where the Sully kids and the Metcayina kids play truth or dare (but a spicier version you could say) I hope you’re ok with it, cause I want it to be perfect for you cause you’re literally like my favourite‟

A/N: Request from anon, whom I thank for these sweet words I was truly flattered.

I hope it's not a problem but I chose all three, I just couldn't resist. I hope you all will like it and enjoy reading it , even when it's not the best.

English is not my native language, mistakes may or will appear. Also work contains a little bit of smut and some sexual stuff. *Characters are aged up.

It started as an innocent game. But in the end , the game will always take unexpected turn , leaving the innocence far behind.

-Truth or dare? - Tsireya asked looking at the girl sitting across from her.

-Truth - she replied, drawing her knees up to her chin, tilting her head slightly to the side, waiting.

-Come on, don't be a child - Aonung interjected maliciously, spreading out more comfortably on the sand - You always take the truth.

The girl looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

-I like the truth - she said, lifting the corner of her mouth gently upwards, after a while returning her eyes to her friend, who was smiling softly, waiting.

Tsireya glanced at Neteyam who was sitting next to Y/n. He thought he was discreet but how wrong he was. He just simply couldn't, couldn't take his eyes off her.

-Y/n who do you think is the prettiest in this group? - asked daughter of the chief in a warm but curious tone of voice, knowing exactly what she wanted to achieve with this statement.

Aonung cursed under his breath, rolling his eyes. He was getting more and more irritated, he wanted something stronger, something risky.

-Neteyam - she replied unexpectedly, making everyone look at her, but she only looked down, taking a large shell in her hand, which they used to designate the next victim of their little fun game.

Boy she mentioned no longer tried to hide his interest, he watched her, watching her fingers glide over the shell, feeling its texture, watching the way strands of her hair fell over her face and the way her eyes shone in the moonlight.

-This better be good - murmured the chief's son, looking from Y/n to the boy pointed to by the oblong part of the shell.

-Lo'ak - girl said, focusing on him - Truth or Dare?

-Dare - he replied almost immediately, looking intensely into her eyes as if he was going to find every answer that plagued his mind in them.

She tilted her head back, thinking for a moment, then turned her attention back to the younger Sully.

She shouldn't be doing this but...she couldn't help herself.

-Go skinny-dipping - she announced, awaiting his response.

Lo'ak seemed surprised, but his surprise was quickly replaced by a confident expression that was meant to mask any embarrassment trying to sneak in.

-Fine - he said, getting up.

-Wait! - Y/n said standing up - I'm coming with you - she announced, walking towards him

-What? - he asked genuinely surprised, watching as the girl approached him, grabbing his much larger hand.

-I can't let you cheat, can I? - she pointed out, pulling him towards the water.

Teenager allowed himself to be led without objection, feeling pleasant warmth spreading over his body, when in his field of vision he could see their joined hands, and the girl's quiet laughter in his ears.

-No, you can't - he admitted after a long moment, wrapping his fingers around her smaller ones.

-Don't worry - she began, turning her head towards him, being so close that her nose was almost touching his - I won't look - she added, staring into his golden irises.

Without answering, Lo'ak slid out of her addictive embrace.

-If it's you... I don't mind watching - he said after a long moment, looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he untied his loincloth.

Y/n fell silent like him before, turning her back on Sully, trying to suppress the urge to look back. It wasn't until the sound of water moving in her ears that she turned her eyes to the boy.

She could only see his back and part of his hips, but she could still see the muscles that tensed with each movement of his skin. She never paid attention to it, at first glance it was Aonung who stood out from the three boys, his build made him the largest with the widest shoulders and huge hands that covered almost her entire face, Neteyam was slender but his height made him seem tower over her wherever she was, stalking her like a predator stalks its prey.

But now, seeing Lo'ak, she founded him...intimidating. He wasn't the tallest or biggest, but his body was perfectly aligned, as if he'd been forged to the strictest proportions known to man.

She probably wasn't discreet enough because he noticed, noticed her gaze focused on him, but he didn't comment on it, letting her watch, letting her wanting.

-Hey, what's taking you so long?! We are waiting for you! - Aonung shouted unexpectedly, waking Y/n out of her thoughts.

-We're coming! - she replied, turning towards the voice, allowing the teenager behind her to get out of the water undetected, grabbing his clothes, standing behind her, now breathing so close to her that the air hit her soft skin.

Y/n turned her attention back to the boy and before she could let anything fall out of her mouth, Lo'ak took her jaw lightly into his palm before moving even closer, tasting her sweet lips.

Girl closed her eyes giving herself to the burning feeling he carried with him but unexpectedly she quickly ran away from his intense caresses as if she had truly burned herself, making him follow her with his eyes and hands, trying to grab her body, not letting her escape. In response, she grabbed his larger hand, still walking, now looking at him following her obediently.

-Where did everyone go? Bingo? - she asked as both teenagers reached the area where they were playing seeing only Teyam and Aonung.

-I don't know, I didn't ask - said the chief's son, laying down on the sand.

-They said it's late - Nete explained, staring at Y/n and his brother's joined hands.

-Why did you stay? - she asked, genuinely curious, waiting for an answer from the eldest Sully.

-Does it matter now? - he asked.

The girl looked at him not understanding, but that quickly changed. That flash, that tone, those tracking eyes. Sitting comfortably on the ground, she let go of Lo'ak's hand, seeing how the brothers would react, and now their emotions had switched owners.

-Do you want to play round number two? - she asked, gripping the shell between her fingers, examining it as if it were her main and only point of interest.

Aonung watched everything out of the corner of his eye, unnoticed by the rest of the teenagers. He didn't care about the two brothers' quarrels, but they had made a move, and now it was his turn.

-Why not - he muttered as he sat down again.

-This time... don't be afraid of doing things dirty - she said teasingly, then twirled the shell not allowing to accept or understand the meaning hidden behind her words.

-What do you mean? - Lo'ak asked but got no answer, all he could do was watch as Y/n started a new game unknown to them.

-Aonung ,truth or dare? she said, looking at him.

-Dare - he said, smiling smugly.

-I dare you to lick me from here... - she started pointing her finger to her navel, gliding up between the valley of her breast, stopping at her neck - ...to here.

Olo'eyktan's son, paying no attention to anything but the girl in front of him, approached her on his knees. Bending his head down, he brushed his lips against the skin close to the designated spot before slipping out his tongue slowly and sexually tracing his way up, stopping unexpectedly at her breasts covered by the pearls dangling from her necklace, biting one of her nipples, immediately soothing the burning sensation with a wet kiss. after a while, returning to the task, coming agony slowly to her neck, where he also stopped kissing and sucking her soft skin, making a soft moan instead of a ragged breath coming out of her mouth.

Y/n groped for a nearby shell, twirling it sloppy as Aonung's mouth continued to graze her skin, lowering to her chest faster and more aggressively.

-Truth or dare Lo'ak? - she asked almost whimpering, but the boy only shook his head, taking it away from her, looking at her with eyes clouded by lust.

-Truth or dare Y/N? - he answered her with a question - Come on, we both know what you're going to say.

-Dare...I pick dare - she announced closing her eyes, giving in to the feeling of electrifying kisses on her breasts.

-Let me eat you - he said, and the girl immediately turned her gaze to him, but saw no hesitation or hint of a joke, only lust and hunger.

Y/n with difficulty broke free from the clan leader's son's embrace before falling into another embrace belonging to Lo'ak, whose hands could not find a place, wandering over her hot flesh, looking for something that only he knew about.

His hands finally grabbed her, wielding her body as if it no longer belonged to her but to him.

Her womanhood, wet and glistening, called out to him, and he, unwilling to deny any request, clung to her clitoris, sucking it extremely gently and slowly, savoring every moan, gasp and whimper that left the young woman's lips. She had no choice but to take everything Sully was giving her. Cowering, she hugged herself, letting him feast between her legs, ravenous, devouring everything her flower of femininity was giving him. And when Lo'ak put two fingers inside her, the girl couldn't take it anymore, screaming in ecstasy that took over her body. Feeling the walls of Y/n tighten on him, making him barely able to move them, he growled softly.

He wanted to taste more, more and more of her. But she was snatched by another pair of hands that grabbed her in an almost possessive act.

Neteyam didn't wait for the question, didn't wait for the turn that would probably come any minute, no, he had to have her now, he had to devour her, he waited far too long.

Locating his mouth on the right nipple, he sucked it, teasing it with circular movements of his tongue. At the same time, his fingers glide to their entrance, sliding them carefully inside. The girl moaned loudly, catching her breath.

Black-haired man pressed his face into her hair, his lips touching her ear.

-I love you - he whispered, stimulating her with two fingers.

-I love you too...oh - she moaned in ecstasy, freezing and arching with mouth wide open, panting as the brunette massaged her thight walls, moving back and forth, sometimes pushing against them.

Teyam withdrew his fingers to her entrance, to dive into her again after a while, at the same time closing her mouth with his, drowning out her screams, which were caused by the fingers of the oldest Sully brother.

-Nete...don't you dare stop - she panted, her hips moving hard as her canal tightened tight around his fingers, which were still deep inside her.

He looked down just in time to see a small jet of liquid flowing from her womanhood. He's never seen anything more erotic, taking a moment to feel more of her femininity, moving his fingers one last time, making her shiver.

-How about round three? - she asked tiredly, meeting with three pairs of hungry eyes and dangerously low grunts.

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar smut #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water x reader #Lo’ak x Neteyam x Aonung x Na’vi Reader #lo'ak #lo'ak x fem!reader #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak smut #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam smut #neteyam x fem!reader #aonung x reader #aonung #aonung x fem!reader #aonung smut

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catsouu · 3 years

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— inazuma boys as boyfriends !!

characters: ayato, thoma, itto, gorou, kazuha x gn!reader

- a.n. just some thoughts i’ve gathered from playing/thinking :)

ayato:

• soft and caring boyfriend !!

• kinda old-fashioned in a gentleman way?? he’s courting you everywhere, always locks your hands, makes sure you’re comfortable in your surroundings

• he’s still a busy man :(( doesn’t have a lot of time to go on dates

• but when he does have the time he makes sure it is worth it and memorable for both of you

• he likes quiet night walks in chinju forest especially when it’s just the two of you when he can have you all to himself and listen to your voice without any interruptions

• ayato is a bit of menace. might embarrass you in public if he feels like it

• whispers in your ears a LOT. he likes to see your face turn red from some of his comments

• he’s into moderate physical touch in public and heavy physical touch behind closed doors

• having his hand on the small of your back, around your waist, on your shoulders - you name it, he’s obsessed

• worries about you a lot, especially while he’s caught up with work and cannot check up on you himself, then he sends someone (ahem thoma ahem) to see if you’re okay and out of trouble

• likes it when you give him massages while he’s slumped over documents, likes top of the head kisses, likes having you sit in his lap, likes having you around in general

• ayato loves you a lot, even when he doesn’t show it, he’s always thinking about you

thoma:

• i don’t want to say this bc it’s obvious but.. malewife

• thoma loves to take you with him on his errands in inazuma city

• (definitely not because he wants to show you off no no no…. no…….)

• it’s just that having you around gives him the energy to keep working

• speaking of malewife.. he LOVES to cook for you and would never shame you if you don’t know how to cook yourself

• acts of service is definitely one of his live languages so seeing your happy smile while eating what he’s made is all he’ll ever need in his life

• speaking of love languages, he likes physical touch !!

• even the smallest of touches make him happy

• but in public he’s kinda shy because he’s afraid to make you uncomfortable :((

• when you give him the confidence he needs he’ll no doubt have his hands all over you in a respectful (!!) manner

• thoma is a very proud boyfriend, he’s always thinking of how lucky he is to have you in his life :((

• love him please dear god LOVE HIM

itto:

• he brings chaos with him but that’s not much of an issue to you because you like the lifestyle of risk and fun

• despite looking so menacing and people deeming him as mean he’s as soft as a labrador puppy

• he’s _very_ attentive !! you almost couldn’t believe it in the beginning but that’s the truth !!

• he’s also very needy… so needy for your attention and kisses

• whines and complains when you forget good morning kisses :(( they matter to him a lot you honestly don’t know why but they do

• it’s honestly so cute how this big boy is so awfully in love with you he can never stay put when you’re around !!

• ITTO IS THE BEST HUGGER IN INAZUMA (real (i’m inazuma))

• his touch is so warm and so soft, you feel protected just from being held

• he loves to hold you close in public, but still fears that people might think of you badly because you’re with _the_ arataki itto

• you are always reassuring him that you’re completely fine being his partner and that makes him so happy :((

• itto definitely knows you love him no matter what and that’s the only reassurance he’ll ever ever need <3

gorou:

• puppy boyf

• gorou is so awkward around you omg he doesn’t know what to do with his feelings :((

• he always tries to be strong and composed for his soldiers but whenever you’re around all that effort goes down the drain hehe

• he’s obsessed with your safety in the best possible way and always takes the time out of his day to check up on you no matter what he’s doing

• he’s probably the second most overprotective one out of all the boys (after kazuha) since he knows what loss is and he does NOT. i repeat does NOT want to lose you

• loves to be held by you :( so bonus points if your love language is physical touch !

• you’re definitely the only one who can touch his tail and ears, in fact, gorou _wants_ you to touch him there

• he also likes to be the little spoon when you two are sleeping together, to him your touch is heavenly

• your dates are always full of fun and excitement since with you he can let his status and duties fade into the background

• but, like ayato, he’s often busy, so these dates are kind of rare

• gorou’s also very loyal and honest with you, he wants you to feel comfortable enough to open up to him completely in any situation

kazuha:

• the one that is in touch with his and your feelings

• in fact it almost feels like you two are connected on a different level

• kazuha somehow always knows when you’re in trouble or danger, always justifies it with ‘the wind whispers’

• like i said, is the most overprotective of all

• he lost too many important things and people in his life to let you be taken away from him the same way

• so being with him sometimes feels like having a personal bodyguard who’s also very soft and gives you lots of kisses <3

• kazuha is super attentive !! takes note of the smallest things you mention just to bring them up in the future

• his love language are no doubt words of affirmation and quality time

• you often spend your free time together somewhere far from people, preferably in the nature, while he writes haikus inspired by you

• there are also cats following him around a lot, and, weirdly enough, it makes you feel safe and ‘at home’

• he doesn’t hide any of his feelings towards you, never misses a chance to kiss you and whisper a quiet ‘i love you’ before going somewhere

• to kazuha love is something divine and ethereal, so getting to share it with his special someone is beyond anything he’s ever wanted in life

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #ayato x reader #gorou x reader #kazuha x reader #thoma x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto x reader #ayato kamisato x reader #genshin x reader #ayato fluff #kazuha fluff #gorou fluff #itto fluff #thoma fluff

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skzwhoree · 3 years

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ok but riding seungmins thigh 😭😭 i cant stop thinking about it aghshabsj

I CAN'T EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE THIGH RIDING SMUTS

Genre- Smut, Oneshot

Content - thigh!riding

Pairing- seungmin x fem!reader

word count- 0.47k

CONTENT WARNING- EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT MINORS DNI (UNDER THE AGE OF 18), DNI IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE IN ANY WAY.

I have listed the content warning please view at your own discretion.

let me know if i have made any mistakes, english is not my first language, enjoy bbgs ;)

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Only for u

Seducing Seugmin was easy and you thoroughly enjoyed it.

It was kind of embarrassing for him, how he got hard over the smallest things, he was down bad for you. Your smile, how you were very smart and opiniated, the way you would always be so serious about your work and tasks and just your confidence around him. You wouldn’t give in easily to him ever, you loved playing hard to get, but today was different.

You were horny.

It was quite often for you to get horny and you were also pretty good at controlling yourself and resisting the urges to touch yourself, also ever since you met Seungmin you had never felt the need to touch yourself since he did all the good work to make you feel like you were in heaven, but again, today was different, you were irresistibly horny.

You weren’t able to concentrate on your assignments, you were extremely annoyed, you were eating a lot and you kept feeling like touching yourself, you even tried to but nothing came good out of it since you wanted him, Seungmin.

After waiting desperately all day for him to come home from the studio, it got extremely difficult to tell him how you were feeling all day, “What’s wrong babe, you seem a little irritated today” Seungmin enquired after he saw you slam your laptop shut and curse on your concentration skills loudly. “huh? Nothing, nothing at all I just am s- stressed I guess” you say as you let out an awkward chuckle, Seugmin always saw through you, it was almost as if he could read your mind, when you almost enter the bedroom he says, “Why don’t you come sit on my lap, let me take care of you?”.

Just what you needed. Without hesitation you turn around and almost run towards him, as you sit on his lap facing him, both your legs locking on his waist. “what’s wrong kitten, need my help?”, you nod nervously at him as he places you on his left thigh so its between your legs, “I’m a little tired today yk, how about my kitten uses me to help her little pussy”, you start rubbing your pussy back and forth on his lap, the wetness being so much that you leave a wet spot on his sweats even through your clothed pussy.

Little moans leaving your pretty mouth as you feel your high reaching, Seungmin places his lips on your neck and his hands on your hips to rub you even faster on his thigh, placing hickeys all over your neck and shoulders. Doesn’t take you long to cum all over your shorts.

“Ah, look what a sinful mess my angel has made, used me as she pleased huh? Its my turn now I guess..”

#smut #skz smut #seungmin #seungmin smut #thigh riding #fluff #stray kids smut #skz fluff #kpop fluff #kpop #kpop smut

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bush-viper-cutie · 3 years

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New Student, New Friend

Pairing: Young Snape x french!reader

Word Count: 2,751

Request: #1 “Hi! Can I request a young!Snape x french!reader where the reader's transferred from beauxbatons and isn't fluent in english/has a thick accent? Love your work!!”

#2 “Hi hi! Love your work! Can I request Young Snape x French reader? Sorry if I dont speak well, english is not my first language <3”

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello everyone again! :D I combined both requests because they are pretty similar so enjoy!

Posted: 9/10/21

Masterlist

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~*~*~ = time skip

(Y/n) = first name

(L/n) = last name

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~*~*~ = POV change

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There was a strange static in the air this morning, one Severus couldn't quite place. He brushed his long hair back behind his ear and listened in to the hushed whispers of passing classmates.

"...Beauxbaton, can you believe it?"

"Nice to not know someone for a change - "

Beauxbaton? Severus gathered they were talking about a new teacher perhaps? Although it wasn't that odd to get new professors in the middle of the school year. Just last year the Dark Arts professor was promptly replaced when he went mad after a spell backfired on him; In fact, every year there was a new one.

It was strange that the new teacher should be a transfer from another school such as Beauxbaton... Maybe they were fired and no one else wanted them, must be down on their luck. And if that is the case, how very fitting for Hogwarts, home of inadequacy.

Severus, still deep in his bitter thoughts, almost tripped over the shoe that had extended out in front of him. He caught himself and whirled around angrily. "Watch it!" he growled, straightening.

James Potter smirked. "Oh, Snivellus. Didn't see you there.” His Gryffindor friends snickered behind him, bolstering his ego. "I'd get along to class if I were you. Wouldn't want to be late on your first day back."

Severus grit his teeth and did everything he could to not growl his displeasure of being in so close proximity to the pinnacle of mediocrity that was Potter. It had been a week after winter holidays had ended but after another nearly fatal encounter with Black, he’d been forced to stay in the Hospital Wing un-zippering his mouth and a couple of fingers before being allowed back.

The memory of the experience made his knees weak, making keeping his riled demeanor that much harder. He was lucky he'd had the foresight to cover his nose before Black unleashed his hex. It wasn’t a quick run from the lake to the nurse, and he certainly wouldn't have made it with his nostrils zippered together as well.

"Mind your own business, Potter." Severus spat out his name like rotten apples, furrowing his brows in an attempt to seem more threatening however he could not help but notice the hallways getting emptier by the second. He knew better than to get caught alone with Potter.

He laughed and turned to catch up with his friends. Severus watched him go, only relaxing his shoulders after Potter had rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight. The hall was empty.

He turned and continued down the corridor when his hearing perked at the scuff of loud footsteps. He whirled around, hand plunging into his robes, but it was too late.

"Levipeds!"

Severus' head snapped back as his feet whipped out from under him. He hung limp in the air, watching his wand roll away on the stone floor. His hair nearly touched the dirty ground.

James laughed. "Welcome back, Snivellus!"

He closed his eyes as his boiling blood rushed to his head. He was hanging upside down in the air, alone in the empty corridor. He couldn't scream for help, he'd just get yelled at for disturbing lessons, and he couldn't reach his wand - as long as his limbs might be, his wand might as well have rolled down into the dungeons. He'd have to hang there until classes were over or one of the portraits decided to help him out for once.

"Eh... Excuse moi?" A quiet voice wrapped in a thick French accent broke the silence.

His eyes flew open and stared straight into the face of a beautiful but completely unfamiliar student. She bent down low to meet his eyes. She must be the mystery person from Beauxbaton, the new student as it turned out.

This was worse, so much worse than being caught by anyone else in the school - except for a very select few. Severus looked around in search of anything that might make this all less embarrassing.

"You need help, no?" Her voice was more confident this time, laced with a hint of friendly amusement.

"Uhh..." He met her eyes and hoped this new student would excuse his red face to be due to all his blood rushing down.

She straightened and pointed behind him. "This is your wand? I'll give to you?" His wand was in his hand with one quick flick of her own.

His eyebrows automatically shot up at her use of nonverbal spells. "Thanks," he tried swallowing but ended up coughing. He covered his mouth and performed the counter-hex, dropping to the floor with a grunt.

She rushed forward, looping her arm through his and helping him up to his feet. She laughed and dusted the dirt off his back while he stood paralyzed.

"Better, no?" she smiled, facing him a foot from his stiff figure. "I'm new seventh-year transfer... And you?"

For a moment his mouth opened but no words flew out, and then all at once words poured out as fast as if under a curse. "I'm - oh - yes you're from Beauxbaton, right? Yeah - er - yes, seventh-year as well."

Her hands flew up and she waved them in front of herself with a laugh. "Slow please!" she laughed again. "One more time?"

Severus gave an awkward laugh that matched hers and nodded. "I'm also a seventh-year."

"Oh!" she held out a paper and pointed down to the class he was late for. "I am so lost! You help me now? Oui?"

She smiled up at him and his heart nearly leaped out of his mouth. He nodded quickly, "Yes - er - oui, I'll help you... Actually, that's my class too..."

"Oh!" Her smile widened, "I need partner for the class! You have one?"

For once Severus thanked his unlucky past self. His time in the hospital wing all week meant everyone would be already partnered up. "No, I don't..." his face flushed red again and he cleared his throat, looking away. "We could be partners?"

"Bon! Lead the way, partner," she motioned for him to lead, keeping a very close pace next to him as they walked. "I am lucky to find you, did not know anyone yet. You are only third person met!"

He gave her a small smile as they walked together, but he knew it wouldn't take long for her to find out his status at the school. Being a new student, he was sure she’d make all the friends she could ever want by the end of the day. Then she'd reconsider her luck after everyone tells her all about her lab partner, 'Snivellus'.

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They made it to class late. The professor looked up and frowned, ready to tell them off when Severus' new ‘friend’ spoke up.

"Excuse us, Professor, I am new and got lost."

The professor sighed and waved his hand, giving her a pass. "And I see you're back Mr. Snape. Get to your seats, you'll both be working together - get moving."

The two back seats were empty and Severus was glad to be away from the front for once. His new partner set down her things, and as she bent to pick up her books Severus caught a glimpse of Sirius Black glaring at him from the front, a seat behind where Severus had been sitting the last term. Black had anticipated his return and was obviously annoyed with the change in seating.

"What may I call you, Mr. Snape?" The new student whispered, giving him her full attention despite the lesson continuing.

"S-Severus." He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. He'd die of embarrassment if they started teasing him in front of her for daring to open his mouth. "And you?"

She smiled. "Severus Snape? That's a beautiful name." She looked back up to make sure their conversation was still private and turned back. She reached up and gripped his tie, pulling him towards her. She leaned and held a hand to his ear, moving her lips inches from his ear. "(Y/n) (L/n)."

Severus’ heart beat faster than it ever had before. The immense drumming in his ears almost made it impossible to hear her whispers. When she released him, he turned to look at her, feeling his face heat up either from proximity or from her warm breath flowing over his face. "(Y/n)... Good to know." He swallowed and realized he had not moved since she had pulled him towards her. He would have felt like an idiot if she wasn’t looking at him so playfully.

"You gonna kiss her, Snivellus?"

Severus pulled back quickly and clenched his jaw at Black.

The professor smacked Sirius' head with a roll of parchment. "Mr. Black, disturb my class again and I'll assign you an essay for every night this week." Severus smirked. "And you, Mr. Snape," the Professor smacked the board, creating a puff of chalk, "- will hand me your notes tomorrow before class - legible notes, might I add."

Severus nodded as the class snickered and turned away from (Y/n). The rest of the lesson went by agonizingly slow. Severus counted the seconds until he could run away to the library, away from taunting eyes. He hated himself for turning so red, but he hated Black even more for making him the fool.

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You could tell the boy, 'Mr. Black', had embarrassed Severus greatly. He was hunched over his parchment, focused completely on the professor's words, and never once looking back up at you.

You read the words on the board but soon your eyes ventured down to look at the tall lanky boy currently trying to visibly shrink in his seat. The moment shared between you both still played on your mind. He had beautiful long lashes and deep dark eyes to match. It had been fun to see him so flustered over you, but the guilt of what you'd caused sat heavily on your chest. That boy had noted Severus had been in the perfect position to kiss her, which... did she kind of wish he had?... Just to see - for just a curious taste.

You didn't know what specifically was so alluring about Severus, but you could imagine yourself wrapped in his arms, pulling on his long hair, biting his lips, and hearing that deep voice of his purring for more. Something about him - or maybe everything about him - made you wonder how gentle those hands of his could be.

The bells rang in the distance, marking the end of the lesson. You packed your things and sat waiting for Severus to do the same. He was slow at first and then after a quick flick of his eyes up to you hurried along.

You stood at the same time and motioned for the door, scrambling to translate your thoughts into English. "Lunch now? We can sit together?"

People filed out of the class, which Severus watched closely before turning back to her and answering. "Look, this isn't the only time… I'm not someone to hang out with unless you like hexes and spells to be thrown in your direction."

You could see the hurt in his eyes, the way his brows furrowed, and his down-turned eyes filled with tears that wouldn't fall. Before you could bring yourself to respond, he sighed shakily, giving you pause.

"It's not your fault... I'll show you down and then I suggest you forget about being friends." He pulled open the door and held it open for you without meeting your eyes.

What could you say to him? You stepped out into the corridor, contemplating how to phrase what you were thinking when laughter pulled your focus.

"I see you've met our Snivellus." The stupid boy, Black, came forward talking to you but keeping his attention on Severus. He had long curly hair nearly as long as Severus' and was taller, with proud shoulders held in a loose demeanor that still made him seem important in some way. His eyes shifted to you, "Hope he didn't drip any snot on you while he tried for a kiss."

You scoffed, “You do not understand what you saw. Please leave us alone.”

“Love, maybe you’re not understanding me. For your own safety I insist YOU leave this sniffling slime alone.” Black took a step closer.

Severus pulled out his wand but held it low, at the ready in an instant. "I’m done with your games. Unlike you, you nitwitted tower troll, I have places to be." He finally glanced your way, "Excuse me," and made to leave.

Black blocked his way, laughing at the now pointed wand in Severus’ hand. "Go ahead, I’ll be glad if you finally get expelled for using wands in the corridors. Mine's not even on me."

You eyed the smirk on his face and the tiny shift of his hand towards his trousers pocket. Was that a lie then? Whatever the case, you had enough of this game too. "My friend, Severus, is showing me to lunch. We are going now." You stepped between Severus and Black, giving the taller boy an annoyed look.

"I’m telling you, be careful," Black chuckled. "He might try to kiss you again if you’re too nice."

You paused and stepped back, looking up at Severus, whose eyes were fixed on Black, staring daggers into him. You bit your lip and chuckled the same way Black had, finding a different kind of amusement than him in this situation. "I hope he will."

Severus' head snapped to you, his cheeks slowly going a light shade of pink all over.

Black made a disgusted sound and a show of his fake nausea. “Darling, I don’t think I understood you correctly. Check your dictionary and if that’s not the problem maybe your eyes.”

This boy was really getting on your nerves now. If you’d been back at Beauxbaton you’d’ve already hexed him into a soggy pile of starter yeast, baked him into the perfect Pain au Levain, and chucked him out the tallest tower window. “Move it,” you made sure your French accent coated the word heavily.

Severus’ hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back. He kept his wand and eyes trained on Black but spoke to you. “Go down to lunch. I’ll stay here to have the chat Black so desperately wants to have with me.” He looked up again, “Let her leave.”

Black smiled, “That’s fine. Been meaning to ask how your winter holiday was after I last saw you.”

You turned to Severus, ready to protest when the door to the classroom opened, cutting Black off. You all stood very still and awkward, hoping to hide the atmospheric hostility that had been created.

The Professor locked the door with a flick of his wand and looked at everyone with concern. "Off to lunch, no need wandering the corridors. Now." He ushered everyone down the stairs, walking close behind in equal silence.

You reached the floor second to last, after Black and then Severus, and pulled on Severus' arm the second your Professor had turned towards the staff room. You kept your hand on him to make sure he didn’t decide to leave before you could talk to him. Before Black could step towards you to continue the ‘conversation’, other Gryffindor students pulled him towards a small crowd gathering across the floor. Whatever it was seemed to be of higher interest and he left with only single backwards glance.

You both watched him go dissolve into the rowdy group and suddenly the air around you shifted. Severus turned instantly, searching your eyes with an intensity you could almost feel. You blushed and slid your hand down his sleeve and lingered on his bare hand. Neither of you said a word but the electricity connecting your eyes and the comfortable silence that enveloped you both spoke volumes. "We could eat together, no?"

His eyes settled on your hand still on his until you let go. "Oui," he whispered with a smile pulling at his lips. “Lunch then.”

As you both walked on, he slowly crept closer with every step, making your shoulders brush against his arm. His pinky tickled the skin on your wrist, making you cough to hide a giggle as you entered the Great Hall. Your eyes flickered up at his and you smiled, seeing a gentle blush and an even gentler smile on his face.

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THE MET

contains: graphic smut, alcohol use, language.

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The Met was a place I never thought I'd end up, one of the most glamorous events anyone could possibly attend. My glam team surrounding me making sure I look completely flawless in my gown, it still didn't feel real.

After we arrive to the Met my nerves start to get the best of me. I start to feel the buzz of all the alcohol I just consumed, giving me a boost of confidence. I take a deep breath realizing the event was more high class than I imagined, my agent gives me a little push and I start strutting in front of what seemed like a thousand cameras.

'Don't look drunk, don't look drunk, don't look drunk.' I repeat in my head doing my best to serve face for the cameras. After doing press, I hurriedly try to exit the gala until I run into a suited figure, almost bringing both of us down.

"Oh my god I am so sorry-" I feel a pair of hands helping me balance as I blush from embarrassment.

"You're fine, are you alright?" Worry very evident in the voice.

I look up into a pair of beautiful green orbs and an equally beautiful face to go along with them. My breath slightly hitches at the godly man in front of me.

"I'm okay thank you, I just hope they didn't catch that." I send a smile referring to the paps.

"I don't know I kinda hope they did, I basically saved your life." He smiles joking back with me, his eyes not leaving mine.

Both of us notice his hand still lightly gripping my elbow, sending electricity through my skin, he removes it.

"I'm Timothée by the way." He gives an awkward smile placing his hand on the back of his neck.

"Y/n, nice running into you." I grin holding out a hand to shake.

He grabs it delicately placing it to his lips leaving a soft kiss on the back, butterflies erupting in my stomach, a deep blush dancing across my cheeks.

"I hope to run into you again, maybe at the after party?" He smiles letting my hand go, exiting the building as I nod in return.

After a quick stop at the hotel to change, I enter my vehicle, touching up my lipstick. My dress hugged every curve just right, cleavage but not too much, my hair in loose curls framing my face perfectly.

I was on my way to the after party, more so on my way to Timothée in my head. I was going to have him tonight, that I knew.

The star studded room left me slightly intimidated. Walking around chit chatting, drink in hand, I scan the room for the curly headed boy I would be attempting to woo. Finally I spot him and his eyes are already on me, a smirk playing on his lips as he makes his way towards me.

"Buy you a drink?" He motions towards my now empty glass.

"How could I say no?" I say coyly, he links his arm in mine leading me to the bar.

"Two vodka tonics please." I request to the bartender.

"You look breathtaking by the way." I turn my head to find him staring as if he were devouring my existence.

"You're one to talk, I don't think I've met someone so handsome." I take a sip of my drink, a blush creeping onto his face. Though he puts up a good front, the boy is shy.

"Dance with me." He grabs my hand pulling me into the crowd of others.

We drank, danced and talked about everything under the sun. The party was dying down and people were leaving, soon enough it was just us at the bar.

"I guess it's time to go." I look up into his eyes.

"Yeah we might have to leave-" He sets his cup down.

"But that doesn't mean we can't go somewhere else." I say shyly, he smiles at me.

"Come back to my hotel." He says lowly, his eyes hopeful.

Moving closer to me running his hand down my arm, stopping at my wrist and rubbing circles into it. My lips part slightly, ready to attack him then and there.

"Take me." I almost whisper.

He grabs my hand leading me out of a back exit, opening my door into a tinted vehicle, following behind me.

He pours us each a glass of champagne, I cross my leg over the other in an attempt to get closer to him.

"Do you do this often, Timmy?" I smirk sipping the golden liquid.

"N-no not at all actually-" He bites his lip looking down almost embarrassed, "But you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, I need to be in your presence, even if it's just for a night." He places a hand on my cheek running his thumb over it, I search his eyes only to find nothing but truthfulness.

I lean in closing the space between us, fire coursing through my body from his lips on mine. I grab the back of his neck deepening the kiss, he licks my bottom lip and I grant his tongue entrance as they swirl around fighting for dominance. The car comes to a stop and we pull apart.

"Tonight, I'm yours." I whisper, he places a tender kiss on my lips before exiting, helping me as well.

He slips his key card into the door letting us inside his suite. He comes up behind me planting soft kisses onto my shoulder, moving up to my neck giving me goosebumps. As he simultaneously unzips my dress I slip my heels off, along with my undergarments, turning to face him. He removes his suit jacket, I help him unbutton his dress shirt as he watches me intently.

He grabs the back of my hair leading me back onto the bed, hovering over me between my legs. Peppering hungry kisses down my chest and stomach, his hands roam all over my body making me sigh out at the interaction, a pool of liquid heat forming inside of me. I bring his face up to mine attaching our lips, reaching to undo his belt and pants. I wrap my legs around his waist bucking my hips up to meet his growing bulge, earning an erotic groan from him, he grinds up against my now soaking heat.

"Please, Timothée, please fuck me." I breathlessly say holding his flushed face in my palm, he kisses my collar bone, releasing himself from his boxers and lining up with my opening.

"You are so beautiful." He looks into my eyes as he enters me, both of us moaning out as he makes sure I feel his full length.

He kisses my ear slowly pumping in and out of me, digging my nails into his back unable to control the moans escaping my lips.

"Fuck you feel so good- God you're so tight baby." He moans, speeding up his thrusts making me whimper underneath him, I bring my hips up to meet his movements even more.

"Fuck me just like that Timothée-" He angles himself to go deeper inside of me, "FUCK!" I almost scream as he hits my glorious spot, causing stars to fog my vision.

"I'm gonna cum baby, god don't stop." I pull him closer to my body feeling the pressure in my abdomen build up- I close my eyes at the sensation.

"You look at me while you cum-" He growls grabbing my face, forcing our eyes to lock onto each other.

That alone sent me over the edge, mouth agape I release myself all over his length, screaming out his name over and over.

"Oh fuck." He moans as I feel him fill me with his hot, sticky cum, making me moan at the feeling.

He lays his forehead on mine the both of us trying to catch our breath. Planting gentle kisses on the side of his jaw he brings himself to hover over me, he moves the hair out of my face, looking more deeply into my eyes than he has before. He traces my lips taking in the state I'm in- completely vulnerable and bare.

"I don't want you for just one night." He caresses my cheek, "I want you every night." He says as if it's already a set decision.

"So then you'll have me, every night, Timothée." I softly let out, grabbing his hand and bringing it to my lips.

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Honeybee

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: While attending Seraphina's wedding, Y/N discovers that her crush on her best friend’s older brother hasn’t gone away after all these years. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, alcohol consumption, fingering, penetrative/protected sex Word Count: 5.7k

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Looking back, I was starting to wonder if Seraphina only got engaged and asked me to be her maid of honor just to witness my slow descent into a heaping puddle of lovesick mush.

Truly, it was pathetic.

Yeah, yeah, she was getting married because she loved her fiancé and whatever, obviously, but she was also using it as an excuse to try and get me to admit my feelings for her older brother. Feelings, I might add, that only surfaced when I was a middle schooler and went away once he went off to college.

Sure, I'd thought about him on occasion when he was inevitably brought up around Sera's house throughout the years, but that was it. I'd hardly say I was hard-core in love with him. And I was totally prepared to see him for the first time since our high school graduation.

At least, I thought I was.

And Seraphina—the little shit—knew it, too. The smirk on her face the moment we were all in the same room for the first time in ten years made me want to run and hide more than her brother's figure, right in front of me and hotter than ever.

I was mad. Not at Sera as much, because really there was nothing she could do about the fact that he was her brother, but I was mad at myself. Because how in the hell had it stood to reason that a man I actively didn't think about for a whole decade had this much of an effect on me after all this time?

Honestly? I blame the FBI.

If he'd done literally anything else with his life I probably could have made it. Well, not by much if we're being honest, but come on...

Where he'd been a bit nerdy and reserved as I knew him, the man in front of me had clearly changed. Not just physically, though that was also a pleasant surprise. He looked like he'd been through some shit... And he carried himself taller. There was a new air of confidence that perched on his shoulder and helped him along as he talked with old friends and family members at his sister's rehearsal dinner.

Spencer Reid was older and more experienced this time around, and somehow even more goddamn delicious...

I was a total wreck. And it was about to get a whole lot worse.

He was coming this way. Right for me. He'd noticed me staring at him all night, because I couldn't keep my shit together, and now I was absolutely doomed.

Guess it was a good thing I'd practically grown up with him and knew how to act outwardly.

Still, the moment he was up close and flashing me that little smile of his, I felt the pit of my stomach scream out loud, sending shockwaves through my bloodstream.

"Hey, Honeybee. It's been a while."

Fuck. That fucking nickname...

"Spencer... It has."

When we hugged briefly, I tried as hard as I could not to inhale his scent, knowing that not only was that pathetic and embarrassing, but also I'd never stop smelling it otherwise. I did take note, though, of how strong he was now. He wasn't a bodybuilder of any kind, but he was certainly less bony and more defined.

I had to hold back a whine as I felt him let go of me, because I didn't want to leave his warm embrace but also because I didn't think I could stand to look at his face anymore without losing any and all semblance of my cool.

Still, I let him release me, and even then he didn't go far. We only stood inches apart, and my whole body was practically numb at the proximity. It also didn't help that I had to tilt my head up to see his face— It made me feel extremely submissive, and I could already feel myself starting to shrink.

Whether he was amused at that or just at me in general, the feeling I got was the same.

"Sera tells me you've been busy..." He paused, seemingly searching for the right word, though I could tell he already had it on the tip of his tongue. "Modeling?"

I closed my eyes with a sigh. "It was one job for some obscure European magazine, no one in the country's probably ever heard of it... It's not that big of a deal."

Spencer huffed a laugh. "You sound embarrassed..."

How was I supposed to respond to that? If I lied and told him I wasn't embarrassed, he'd figure it out, and if I told him the truth? I'd still be screwed. Honestly, my best bet was changing the subject.

Though, maybe it wasn't— When I asked him about his travels for work, he ignored it and responded with, "Ah, so you are embarrassed."

"N— I am not!"

"You changed the subject so fast I barely had time to blink... There's nothing to be ashamed of, Honeybee, I don't know why you'd—"

"Look, dude, I'm not ashamed, and I'm certainly not changing the subject. We were on the subject of jobs. So there."

I was aware of how childish I sounded, but I stood my ground nonetheless. And thankfully Spencer seemed to let it go, though not without amplifying that amused sparkle in his eye.

"Okay... Well, I've got some more people to see, but, uh... I'll see you around. Maybe you can show me some of your work."

He didn't even give me time to protest. Though if he had, I was sure I wouldn't have been able to get any words out what with that goddamned face he had, twisted and sculpted into all these beautiful ways that were designed specifically to make me a blubbering hot mess.

I could only gather the courage to nod in response, though he'd turned his back and walked away by the time I got it out.

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All things considered, I'd managed to avoid him for the majority of the wedding festivities. I focused all my energy on being happy to see my best friend get married, and likewise it seemed that Spencer was inclined to do the same.

He walked his sister down the aisle, and seeing them both so happy truly made my heart sing. To think I'd known them since we were all kids more or less, and now they were both successful, beautiful human beings... It warmed me to my core, and despite the other flames that stung my insides at seeing Spencer in his tux, thing were going swimmingly.

That being said, we were just about two hours into the reception, and there was absolutely nothing stopping me from begging Seraphina to put me out of my misery.

Except maybe pints upon pints of alcohol.

In hindsight, that may not have been a good idea, though. Because as much as the open bar had it benefits, it also hated me. It was mostly my fault, because I was stupid enough to forget that I get frisky when I'm drunk, but that didn't stop me from blaming the bartender for continuing to serve me.

I wasn't quite at the point of all-out inebriation, but I was definitely toeing the line between tipsy flirting and total disaster.

And when Spencer came over to ask me to dance, I knew I was doomed.

I didn't find myself caring about what he was saying, only the fact that he was there, in front of me, putting his hands on me and breathing in the same air that I was putting out. My entire body buzzed, and while I would have panicked otherwise, my tipsy brain welcomed the tingle and made me a bit bolder.

"You enjoying yourself tonight?" he asked, like he couldn't already tell that I was having the time of my life.

"No way. You suck at dancing." The joke rolled off my tongue with ease, a product of years spent teasing him for countless things.

And just like all those times before, he rolled his eyes and then immediately flashed an affectionate smile all the same.

I should have stopped there, maybe tried to do something a bit more romantic like teach him how to dance... Placing his hands and fixing his posture, taking the time to gracefully have an excuse for exploring his body with my hands...

But romance took a backseat when I pressed myself in even closer to him and hummed just under his jawline. "Mmm, but I bet you're good at other things..."

I felt his hands grip my waist just a little tighter, and his throat visibly twitched. "How much have you had to drink, Honeybee?"

"Spencer," I whined, pressing my face into his neck. "Don't tell me you're turning me down, please..."

I could tell by the way he was touching me, his hands wavering and undecided, and the way his heartbeat thrummed loudly and quickly against my own that he wanted nothing more than to entertain my desires.

The thought made me quiver and press further into him. I kissed his jawline tenderly, silently begging him to whisk me away and finally make me his, but it broke my heart a little to feel him peel away from me.

When he looked into my eyes though, I swore the gleam in his own is what put me back together. It could have been the liquor swimming around in my body that made me feel lightheaded, but when Spencer lifted my chin with his fingers and looked me over, I knew that wasn't it. It was wholeheartedly, without a doubt, him.

"Tell you what... You get sobered up by the end of the night, and maybe I'll come find you."

I wanted to nod, but his gentle grip on my chin held me steady—At least until he glided his fingertips down my throat and over my shoulder. Then I downright slumped forward with a whine and a weak nod that seemed to make him smile.

"Thank you for the dance," he said earnestly, leaning forward to press the lightest of kisses to my temple.

Just like that he was gone, and I wanted him back almost immediately.

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And so the night dragged on, and the longer I sobered up the more it dawned on me what the fuck just happened— What the fuck was going to happen, too, if I played my cards right.

It didn't help that I could practically feel Spencer's eyes on me the whole time. Probably to make sure I really wasn't drinking anymore, a fact that only made this feel more real.

On top of it all, I was starting to lose count of the amount of men here who were trying to buy me drinks. Even if the one man I really wanted tonight hadn't given me a deal, I still wouldn't have accepted them, if only for the pathetic fact that I would have been trying to catch his attention instead.

So much for trying to convince myself I wasn't in love with him...

Was that really what it was? It had to be, right?

Either way, I was determined to find out, and that meant declining every flirtatious offer to drink and dance.

Unfortunately, Seraphina seemed to notice, even on the one day in her entire life she shouldn't have been thinking about anyone but herself. "You're not having fun," she pouted, plopping down next to me and handing me a shot. "Have fun."

I laughed and set the tiny glass down on the table. "I am having fun, I'm just... tired. And being hungover tomorrow does not sound fun."

"Mmm," she responded, visibly suspicious.

I didn't really know what to say to her to convince her not to be though, so I grabbed her hand and smiled. "You're having fun though, right? 'Cause I will not hesitate to kick someone's ass if you're not."

With a bellowing laugh mildly tainted with the smell of champagne, Seraphina squeezed my hand and leaned in close. "I'm having the best time. I couldn't be happier."

"Well, good. You deserve it."

After a small moment of silent shared smiles, my best friend glanced over elsewhere and then back to me with that look in her eye that kind of scared me.

And her words were even scarier... "So, you talk to Spencer at all tonight?"

"Uh— Yeah... Briefly."

"Mhmm... Y'know, I saw you two dancing together earlier. You seemed reeeally close..."

There I was, getting defensive in front of a Reid sibling for the second time that night. And just like before, I was awful at being subtle. "Sera, stop it! It was just a dance..."

"Bullshit! He had his hands all over you, and he had that gross-ass, dreamy-ass look in his eye! He so wants to sleep with you!"

"Sera!" I gently shoved her and tried not to smile at the goofy smile she had plastered on her face.

"Am I wrong?"

"I... I don't..."

"Ha! I'm not wrong!"

The defeated look in my eye did nothing to disconfirm her story.

"So, what's stopping you from letting him?"

I went wide-eyed. "Se—You... You seriously would... You're okay with this? It doesn't... gross you out?"

There were a lot of things I could have seen Seraphina do in that moment, but pinching and yelling at me were not any of them. "Y/N! You idiot! I've been trying to get you two together for years! If I knew all it took was me getting married, I would have accepted Theo Decker's proposal..."

"Wa— In fifth grade? Sera, that wasn't—"

"I know, but you get what I mean! You two are so painfully attracted to each other, it physically hurts me. It's actually disgusting, but if it means there's a chance that you might get to be my sister? I say go for it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You... You really mean that?"

"What, you think I'd joke about that?"

Everything that she conveyed to me within the look in her eyes, her words, and the squeezing of her hand over mine told me she was sincere.

"I love you, you know," I told her just as sincerely.

Her smile was as radiant as ever, but the teasing tone in her voice was enough to make me scowl again. "Right back at'cha, Honeybee. Just do me a favor and don't tell me any details. I don't wanna know."

I stuck my tongue out at her, followed by a short shove. "Oh, and as soon as you get back from your honeymoon? I'm kicking your ass for telling him about that nude shoot I did for that magazine..."

She only grinned. "Why? I think I did you a favor..."

I rolled my eyes at her, but in the end, I guess she was right.

———

I shouldn't have been pacing. Really, it was pretty fucking embarrassing the way I walked in circles around my hotel room, waiting for a knock at the door or a text message on my phone, or something to let me know that Spencer had really meant what he said and was on his way to come find me.

I didn't have a single drink after we danced, and I swear to God, if he made me go through this entire night all nervous without the liquor to calm me down, for nothing? I was going to kill him tomorrow.

Later today... Whatever.

The point? I was well and truly ready to feel him taking up my personal space, and I was going to feel like a real idiot if I waited around and prepped and everything, only for him not to show. The funny thing was, it was almost two in the morning, and I would have stayed up until the sun rose for him.

Thank God he had the decency to save me the trouble.

A short two-rap knock on the door made me jump, but I ran at it full-speed, flinging the large wooden panel open and letting its momentum blow cool wind over my body. And I needed it, too.

Because standing right in front of me was Spencer Reid in all his semi-exhausted glory. His outfit was loosened, buttons undone and bowtie untied, hanging limp around his neck. His hair sat wild atop his head and a thin layer of sweat coated his skin. Maybe that last part sounded gross, but looking at him? It was anything but.

Especially when he flashed me that damned smirk. "Someone's eager..."

I tried not to sound as dumbfounded by his presence as I felt. "Well, you made me a good offer I couldn't refuse. Excuse me for being excited."

"And here I thought all this time you hated me, Honeybee..."

"That would be easier, wouldn't it?"

His grin transformed into a full-on beaming smile then, and it only made my skin feel warmer and my heart beat faster. I returned his smile with my own, so genuinely happy to see him again after all this time, and with the brightest show of happiness I'd ever seen.

Turns out, smiling like a lovesick idiot was all I was capable of.

"Are you... gonna let me in?"

The low suggestive tone in his voice had me springing into action, stepping back and allowing him the space to come in. And though he had plenty of room, Spencer still decided to brush his body over mine as he passed. His eyes bore into my own as he gently kicked the door shut and enveloped us in a dimness that came from cheap hotel lighting.

Still, I was unable to speak, and hardly able to even breathe, with each passing second.

And then, his hands were on my waist, pulling me to him with a softness that matched the whisper in his throat as he said, "C'mere..." Looking up at him then, his fingers burning holes through the thin fabric of my dress while he looked back down me, eyes swimming in tender desire... It almost didn't even feel real.

And it certainly didn't feel real when he leaned in, one of his hands coming up to touch my face while the other pressed me firmly against him.

The moment his lips touched mine, I was gone. I positively melted into him, so much so that it felt like I was just becoming a part of him entirely, losing myself in the moment and unwilling to let it go.

Even when he sighed against my lips and parted his own to kiss me deeper, I just followed suit and let him take the lead. We moved together as one, fluidly and with as much eagerness was possible. I'd wanted to get a taste of him for so long, and he obviously felt the same way, what with the thorough and precise exploring his tongue did with my own. It shot warmth throughout my whole being, and my legs threatened to buckle underneath me from how weak they felt.

Spencer seemed to understand what was happening to me, because as soon as I'd thought it, he was just as quick to literally sweep me off my feet, scooping me up bridal style and carrying me over to the large bed in the middle of the room.

"I know we're at a wedding and all, but geez," I laughed, watching as he laid me down gently and crawled over my body. "A little much?"

He only rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for trying to be romantic..."

"Mmm, I think you're just being an overachiever. As per usual."

That remark earned me a pinning of my wrists above my head, and the fire that erupted in my very core at my current position only cemented that this was very real.

Spencer grinned, his hips coming down to roll over mine teasingly. He spoke nice and slowly, his voice slicing through my soul like smooth butter. "Oh, Honeybee, I'll show you an overachiever..."

Once again I was rendered speechless. Not like I expected to be talking his ear off or anything, but words genuinely escaped me.

Luckily, Spencer didn't seem to mind. In fact, he knew exactly what to do next, and it made me even hungrier for him than ever before.

He captured my lips in another dizzying kiss, his hands still flexing over my wrists to keep them steady. I moaned softly and writhed against him, and though I would have liked to say that it was a conscious choice to coax him to give me more, really it was just me being unable to handle the fact that this was actually happening.

Actually, if not for the overwhelming and familiar scent of him, I would have thought I was only imagining it.

But alas, here he was in all his floral peppermint glory, grinding his hips down into mine and kissing me like I'd never been kissed before, driving me mad with each adept movement.

Thankfully he seemed to get as lost in the moment as I was, because he loosened my wrists in his grip, and I broke free, flying my hands in between us and down to his belt.

His lips pulled away from mine with a soft smack, a smile forming smugly upon them. "Have you no patience?"

As my fingers fumbled with the metal and leather, I pressed my nose to his and quickly pecked his mouth. "I thought we already established that I have no patience the moment I opened the door..."

"Fair... But still..."

Spencer grabbed my hands again, moving them to my sides and then hiking my dress up slowly. His skin was hot against my own, and it took everything I had not to break down begging for him.

And then he spoke again, his lips barely grazing mine as he did. "Teasing you is so much fun..."

I couldn't really explain what sound escaped me then, but it reminded me of a disgruntled animal, erupting from my throat and getting muffled the moment I took my hands and brought his face to mine. I kissed him fervently as his hands matched the intense nature of my affections— With every soft groan I gave him, he returned it with an inch higher up my leg, until eventually he was toying with the hem of my underwear.

Unable to take it anymore, I gave in and mumbled the most desperate plea I could think of. (Like I had to think that hard...)

"Spencer, please..."

I half expected him to tease me again, but this time I felt him tremble over my body. His fingers slipped under the satin of my underwear and he sighed into my mouth. "God, how could I ever say no to you..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth did he spread me apart with his fingertips, getting a feel for me and a broken sigh falling from his tongue and onto my own. I captured it and kissed him with as much precision as I could while under the influence of his hands working wonders.

Truly, his hands hand a magic of their own that should have been considered as an eighth Wonder of the World. They flexed in all the right places, splitting me open and caressing the most sensitive parts of me, simultaneously breaking me apart and putting me back together...

God, and those was only his hands...

The thought of what else he had waiting for me made me cry out into his mouth, though I'm sure it also had to do with the fact that his fingers were curling expertly inside me and summoning an orgasm that I knew would satisfy us both.

I almost cried out again when his lips left mine, but then they travelled to my neck and paid it the most glorious attention. The alternation of his fingers and his tongue on different spots of my body had me in shambles, and it took no longer than a few seconds to snap.

"Fuck, that's my girl," Spencer grumbled into my neck, helping me through my orgasm. "That's it, honey..."

What I wouldn't have given to hear him talk to me like that until the end of time... His words, their tone and praise seeping into my skin and bringing my soul to life... Coupled with his soft hands and his even softer breath fanning over my neck, I was just about ready to ask him to keep talking to me, to say my name and never stop.

He pulled away though, removing his hand from my lower half and bringing it up to his mouth, and I had the feeling my request wouldn't be a problem.

Spencer's eyes rolled back and his tongue gathered my arousal off his long, well-endowed fingers. And though I could hear his groan well and clear, I felt it more than anything. It reverberated through my body and brought me more to life in a way I never thought imaginable.

No one had ever made me feel that way with one single sound, and that's how I knew.

I thought I knew it from the start—from when we were growing up—that I wanted to be near him forever. But It was always just a silly dream, something I was never quite able to reach, and as I got older and we rarely saw each other, it got harder to even imagine anymore.

Now I didn't have to imagine.

Spencer Reid was right in front of me, touching me, tasting me, verbally praising me with sounds I'd only ever dreamed of...

I wanted him to have his moment, because I was positive he'd wanted this just as much as I did, but this sappy sort of revelation I was having made it nearly impossible to not be utterly wrapped up in him, and I wanted more.

So I wiggled and adjusted myself underneath him before grabbing his hand and placing it over my heart. His eyes widened softly at the sight of me, and I knew then that he was taking the time to memorize my face, and the image of his hand resting at my chest, right where my heart was encased beneath bones, flesh, and fabric.

"I could look at you forever," he whispered then.

I would have been ashamed to admit that I whimpered when he said it, but the way he looked at me afterwards made me feel the exact opposite.

He smiled, using his other hand to come up and touch my face. "You want it bad, don't you, Honeybee?"

I didn't even argue with him this time. My head nodded and my hands reached out to pull him closer. "I want you... More than I've ever wanted anything."

Before he leaned down to kiss me, I could have swore he looked like he was going to shed a tear. The duality of him, his ability to be all teasing and cocky one second and then reduced to a lovesick mess at just a few words from me the next, made my heart sing.

And it kept singing, a sweet, steady melody as Spencer kissed me and touched me like he meant it.

Only this time, he didn't pause or tease me with theatrics. He went straight for the kill, fetching a condom from his pants pocket and then sliding the material down, all while keeping me trapped under his embrace. I welcomed it naturally, humming happily into his neck and jawline and anywhere I could reach as he got us both fully undressed and situated, until finally he had the condom on and his hands rested nicely on either side of my head.

"Promise not to sting me?"

I laughed, draping my arms over his shoulders and flashing him a wink. "Mmm, only if you promise to give it to me good..."

"Deal."

He slowly pushed into me then, and the stretch was far more satisfying than his fingers, though I was in no position to complain either way. If he was even half as skilled with his hips as he was with his hands (which I had no doubts about whatsoever), then neither of us had anything to worry about.

It didn't take long for us to find our rhythm, but I didn't have time to think about that. I was so consumed with just the feeling of him being everywhere that technicalities didn't matter.

That being said, the technicalities were really fucking good.

His hips snapped into mine with sharp precision, and I felt it deep within my bones. My cunt clung around him willingly and accordingly, as did my legs, which hooked over his waist as I dug my heels into his ass.

Meanwhile Spencer grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head again, this time interlocking our fingers and then leaning down to kiss me deeply. It was met with my undying welcome, of course, but with the way he was fucking me, deep and with a devotion that nearly exploded my heart, I couldn't help but whine out for more.

His name was all I could manage.

"What do you want, Honeybee?" he cooed, holding himself deep inside me and grinding his hips in small circles that made it harder to breathe.

"M—More... I..."

"Can you be more specific?"

How he could be such a cocky little shit in this moment I wasn't sure, and it frustrated me to no end. He knew damn well what I wanted, and I knew just the thing that would make him give it to me.

I have him the biggest pout I could, also whining out the most pathetic, "More," in my arsenal. And with a roll of my hips up into his, I gasped out at how deep he got, and whined out again.

"Spoiled brat," Spencer grunted in defeat, retreating only to slam into me at full force.

My small gasps and cries turned into full-blown howls of searing pleasure as he fucked me then. My head tipped back and my back arched slightly, exposing my neck and chest to him, and he took it as an invitation to lean down and put his mouth anywhere he could reach. I was sure there would be small nicks and bruises littered over my skin the next morning, and just thinking of everyone seeing them, seeing Spencer's mark on me, made it harder to prolong the inevitable.

I came with a shout, flexing my hands into his as my body tensed then relaxed, over and over while he whispered praises into my skin. He followed soon after, shoving his face into my neck and muffling the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard as he came.

By then his hands had loosened, so I snuck my own away from his and brought them over to hug him close. One hand knotted into his hair while the other grazed over his back. The thin sheen of sweat forming over his skin once again was more enticing than it probably sounded, but I loved it all the same. I felt him relax and bring his arms down to rest at my sides, his fingertips dancing lightly over my skin and giving me goosebumps.

Then out of nowhere, he said something that confused and mildly panicked me. "I thought you said you wouldn't sting me..."

I pulled away to try and look at his face, loosening my grip on his body. "A—Am I hurting you? I'm sorry..."

He laughed though, peppering tiny kisses up my neck until he got to my jaw. "You're not hurting me, Honeybee... You've just... stung my heart, that's all."

"I... Is that a bad thing?"

"It's a strange thing..."

He looked at me like I was the one thing on the planet he adored, but his words sounded different.

I raised an eyebrow. "You're not helping me understand..."

With another laugh, Spencer Kissed my cheek and rolled off of me, settling for laying on his side and turning me to face him. "Do you remember how I gave you your nickname?"

Despite my confusion about all of this, I entertained him with a huffed laugh. "Yeah, I spilled honey all over my shorts without realizing it, and I had ants all over me in a matter of minutes. I was terrified."

"I was highly amused."

I shoved him. "Yeah, dork, I know you were! You and Seraphina both thought it was the funniest thing on the planet, and then your mom had to come out and spray me down with a hose before I came back in the house."

Spencer barked a laugh, and I wanted to punch it right out of his mouth.

"Tell me again why this is relevant to our current situation?" I reminded him with and sigh, already over his antics.

Thankfully he seemed to take pity on me; He reached a hand out and played with a strand of my hair, smiling even brighter than when I opened the door for him. "That's when I started to feel it. You were just... so cute all angry at me and Sera for laughing, and it... It changed everything."

"You know, that would be more romantic if I hadn't been covered in bugs," I responded with a laugh.

"It's true! And it confused the hell out of me, because how was I supposed to cope with the fact that I actually had a crush on my little sister's best friend like some stupid cliché? You were always so feisty after that, too, and it certainly didn't help... And when I graduated and went off to college, I thought... I thought there was no chance you would ever be able to break the heart you'd managed to steal."

He swiped his thumb gently over my bottom lip and smiled, his eyes going all tear-y again. It sent butterflies through my whole body.

"I would never even dream of breaking your heart, Spencer..."

Our foreheads pressed together then, and the unwavering adoration in his voice when he spoke made me forget all prior confusion and minor embarrassment over re-living our origins.

All that mattered was that he was here, holding me in his arms and making me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

"I know you won't, Honeybee."

———

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peaches & cream || soft!dark Jake Wyler x reader

for @stargazingfangirl18's 5k challenge! I used the prompt, "the town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks."

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut (noncon), stalking/obsession, some degradation/negging (but lots of praise during the actual smut), kinda yandere vibes?, touch of breeding kink at the end, definitely flirting with the boundary between soft!dark and regular dark but I like to think it’s a fine line

“Sorry, but that’s a seasonal flavor,” the girl at the counter explained in a snarky monotone.

“Well, yeah, but isn’t it still… the season?” you pressed; normally you weren’t the sort of person to argue with a cashier over a milkshake, but the look she was giving you made you feel like she was holding out on you— especially when the promotional poster for the very thing you were trying to order was just behind her head, and said the flavor was available for two more days.

“We’re out,” she answered firmly, but then her face suddenly shifted to a much more pleasant expression as you heard the chime of the front door opening behind you.

You felt his body hovering behind yours just as his hand laid on the counter beside you, caging you in. It was even more unsettling with the context that there was a whole line of people waiting behind you already.

“I’ll get your usual,” the girl promised to the man beside with a flirtatious smile as she disappeared to the back, returning almost instantly with a shake in her extended hand. “Peaches and cream milkshake— extra whipped cream, no cherry. Enjoy!”

Your eyes widened at the reading of your own order. “I thought you were out!” you protested, going completely ignored.

"If you were my girl, this sort of thing wouldn't need to happen."

You recoiled from Jake's voice in your ear, and he smiled in spite of your snarl, bringing the straw to his lips slowly. With a shudder you walked away, deciding it was probably better to forgo a milkshake anyways— especially if it was a chance to avoid everyone’s favorite senior, the football king who basically owned the whole town for no other reason than being good-looking, athletic, and allegedly “charming” or whatever.

Of course, he followed you, sitting across from you in a booth and silently shooing his posse of fellow teammates to go off and give you two some space. If only he would give you space.

“We can share,” he offered as he held the milkshake out towards you. “I know it’s your favorite… it’s mine too.”

“I’ve lost my appetite,” you explained quickly as you pulled a book out of your backpack, intent on ignoring him since you couldn’t physically force him to leave.

He shrugged and returned to sucking on the straw, watching you unwaveringly as you tried to read your book— staring at the page was going well, but you couldn’t seem to actually get any words down. Had you forgotten English as a written language or something?

“Could you leave?” you finally asked as you groaned and looked up from your book. “You’re distracting me.”

“I’m literally just sitting here,” he reminded you.

“And it’s distracting!”

He smirked proudly. “My presence tends to have that effect on people. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You rolled your eyes, burying your face back in your book. “You know, you may have everybody else fooled, but someday you’re gonna have to leave this pathetic little town and go into the real world where throwing a ball isn’t a career and nobody fawns over you just because you have the audacity to be attractive.”

He chuckled lightly. “Right, because you have those big city dreams of yours, but believe it or not some of us like this ‘pathetic’ little town.”

“Well, of course you would,” you snorted. “Your dad’s the mayor and your girlfriend’s the head cheerleader.”

“My ex-girlfriend,” he corrected, finally getting your attention enough to make you shut your book.

“What?” you blurted out.

“Yeah, she dumped me,” he explained plainly.

“Why would she do that?” you asked, making him look much too proud of himself again. “Finally snapped out of the brainwashing, huh?” you added, effectively killing his smug expression.

“I guess you could say that. She met some college guy from out of town… I think her parents liked me too much, she needed a bit more rebellion.”

“Well, my condolences to you,” you smiled, “and my congratulations to her.”

“I thought you hated her,” he scoffed.

“Well, now she and I have something in common: a complete lack of interest in you!”

“I mean, I wouldn’t go that far,” he smirked, “she still comes over every now and again to suck my cock.”

You choked on nothing, face getting warm at his crude language. He didn’t talk like that with anyone else; it was so cruel the way he kept everybody in town under his spell except you, the way he let you in on his real darkness with no one else to confide in or believe you.

It was so fundamentally lonely, being the one person who wasn’t in love with Jake Wyler. It was even worse being the one person Jake Wyler loved.

At least, that was the word he used multiple times in his semi-anonymous letters, his incessant calls and emails, his speeches outside your window. He’d actually cooled off lately, you wondered if maybe he had finally let go of this ‘the one thing I can’t have’ obsession and learned to appreciate his girlfriend (who, for all her personality flaws, was objectively gorgeous, and seemed to at least be nice to him if nobody else).

But now that she left him (which you were still trying to process, honestly), you were surprised he hadn’t already moved on to the next best wannabe model and/or reinstated his campaign to win you over.

Then again, the look in his eye kind of made you think you were about to witness the second one.

“You know, when she does come over, I can only ever finish because I’m thinking about you,” he revealed in a low voice. You grimaced and slid out of the booth, stuffing your book into your bag and barely managing to throw him a goodbye before you dashed out.

It wasn’t like you really thought you could get away from him— he had made it clear over and over that you couldn’t— but the idea of being crammed in that booth with him, surrounded throughout the diner by his adoring fans who somehow didn’t manage to overhear him when he said those awful things, made you feel nauseous.

What you should’ve considered was that, fans or not, those people were witnesses, and now that you were running out into the dark streets of the town and he was chasing after you, you didn’t have any. It was just you and him, and when you turned into an alleyway to try to get home faster, even the dim glow of the streetlights couldn’t see you anymore.

“Hey,” he stopped you with a tight grip on your arm, pulling you back into him.

“Let me go!” you whined, trying to tug yourself away but only ensuring that his hand would leave a bruise on your arm.

“I will when you just hear me out, okay?” he hissed, spinning you around to look up at him. "Why don't you just give me a chance? Don't you wanna be popular?"

"I don't want to be anything that requires being within ten yards of you!" you spat.

He seemed bewildered, but you knew he wasn’t actually that stupid. "Why?"

"Because you know why!"

He sighed, slumping his shoulders a little. "Are we still on that, really? I told you, you should take it as a compliment. You know how many girls would kill to catch me jerking off in their panties?"

"You're sick, Jake,” you sighed, “and you're really good at hiding it from everyone else but I know what you really are. You told me you needed help with algebra and I actually believed you, for months you were lying to me to get close so you could perv on me when you already had a girlfriend and two side chicks anyways— god, Jake, you're crazy!"

You yelped when he pinned you to the wall, blue eyes darker than ever. "I really, really hate that word."

Against the wall, your back straightened as you felt the tone shift completely for a moment before he was back to his jovial self again, giving you a somber but almost-genuine smile.

“The only kind of crazy I am is crazy about you,” he defended with a laugh, leaning in a little closer. “Why can’t you see that?”

As his eyes moved from your own to your lips, a renewed sense of fear shot through you. “Jake…” you mumbled, apparently your feeble attempt to ask him to stop.

“Just one kiss,” he bargained, “and then I’ll let you go. Okay? That’s all I need.”

“N-no,” you whimpered, turning your head away as he leaned in even further. “Stop.”

“Come on, it’s just a kiss, baby,” he cooed. “Then you can leave. Hey, you might actually like it. You know, I think that’s what you’re really scared about… and I get it! When I first realized I was in love with you, it was scary for me, too— I mean, I’m the most important guy in town and you’re just some bookworm, it’s sort of social suicide for me so I had a lot to worry about.”

There he went with his negging again, trying to bring you down to his level. Your brain knew that, it saw right through it, but your gut still sank with doubt.

“But I know now that love is nothing to be afraid of,” he concluded.

“No, Jake,” you whispered, feeling tears well in your eyes, “I’m afraid that you’ll hurt me if I don’t do what you want.”

“Well, that is something to be afraid of,” he replied with the coldest laugh you’d ever heard; you didn’t hear any agreement, but the lack of denial was deafening. “So just be my good girl and let me kiss you…”

You swallowed dryly, your eyes wide open and searching for anywhere to look but up at him.

He was so close now that his lips brushed against yours with his command: “say it.”

You stammered over your breath, not sure exactly what he was asking for, and you winced as you felt his grip tighten on your arms.

“Say, ‘kiss me’,” he clarified in a harsh whisper. “Say, ‘please’...”

“Please,” you repeated awkwardly, hearing it in your voice but so clearly not your own words, “kiss me.”

He let his mouth intertwine with yours and your eyes were still wide open as he let his own fall shut, moving his hands to clutch your face gently instead as you gave a weak effort to kiss him back.

Objectively, he was good at this. A lot of things were objectively true about Jake: as much as you forced yourself not to see it, he was handsome; as much as it didn’t really matter to you, a boycotter of all things sports, he was talented; and, as much as no one else realized it, he was completely deranged. For every word of kindness from him there was another of anger. For every love letter in your locker, there was a threat left scrawled on crumpled paper inside your bedroom, just so he could remind you that your parents would let him into the house if he asked and never question it.

Which was why it was extremely important that you did not enjoy this kiss. You needed to hate the way his fingers traced over the pulse in your neck, the way his tongue tickled yours, the way his teeth just barely grazed your lip until your knees went a little weak.

But wow, there was something primally satisfying about melting into his arms, feeling his strength support you like it was nothing when he held your waist and pulled you closer.

You could almost forget that it was him. But then he mumbled your name into the kiss, nearly moaned it in fact, and it pulled you back to reality. With a gasp, you pushed him away and blinked your eyes open, not even realizing you’d closed them; hating how quickly you’d started to give in to him.

“There, one kiss,” you mumbled, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve. “I’m gonna go home now—”

“You can’t be serious,” he laughed incredulously. “You’re gonna kiss me like that and tell me you don’t feel this, too? We’re so meant for each other— we even order the same milkshake!”

“That doesn’t matter!” you denied.

“I love you!”

“That doesn’t matter either!”

You turned to leave but he grabbed you again from behind, covering your mouth with his hand when you opened your mouth to scream. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” he hissed in your ear, “and don’t walk away from me.”

Fighting against his grip did nothing but exhaust you: he only needed one arm to hold you back as he dragged you deeper into the alley. Your legs swung wildly and landed a kick to his shin, and he plugged your nose while he was covering your mouth so you couldn’t breathe.

“Listen to me, you stuck up little bitch,” he growled. “I’m really sick of this ‘hard to get’ act. I know you want me. So shut up and let me show you what you’ve been missing out on, okay? You gonna be good?”

In that moment, you would’ve agreed to anything for a chance to fill your lungs with fresh air, and so you nodded, the back of your head rubbing against his chest.

“You gonna be nice and quiet so nobody catches you getting fucked like a whore in this alley?”

Another nod, more feverish than the last, ended with a sharp inhale as he let go of your nose. But he was still covering your mouth, his arm around you now feeling less like restraint and more like an embrace.

"I've wanted you for so long, you can't even imagine," he explained softly as he leaned down and kissed your neck, gripping your waist tighter. "You and this perfect body of yours. This smart little head that thinks too much…"

You swallowed dryly as his hand trailed lower.

"This pussy you've been hiding from me for much too long," he added darkly, roughly shoving his hand up your skirt.

You whined behind his hand but he didn’t seem to care; he pulled your skirt up and grinned at the sight of your panties— because he recognized them.

“I remember these,” he purred. “They look good on you, baby, but they looked better covered in my come.”

Your cheeks burned with shame— you already hated yourself for still wearing the pair he’d tampered with, but it was harmless after a few runs through the washer, right? You weren’t going to stop wearing your favorite panties just for him, that would mean he won, in a sense; or, that’s what you told yourself to justify not burning them.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna be soaked by the time I’m done with you,” he purred, slipping two fingers between your legs and growling slightly. “Well, actually, you’ve already done a lot of the work for me.”

He pulled the fabric aside and explored your pussy instead, tightening his grip over your mouth as you made little muffled yelps. The rough pads of his fingers found and targeted your clit instantly, that megawatt smile pressed against your ear as he started to rub your bud harder.

“Mm, feels good, huh?” he taunted, moving even faster as your hips jolted unintentionally. He stopped only to bring the fingers to his lips, humming at the taste of you which he sucked off of them. “So sweet, babygirl— better than any peaches and cream milkshake, that’s for sure.”

The wet fingers trailed down your body again, finding your entrance that he suddenly pushed into; it was a little too much without any warning and it made your eyes shoot wide open, a squeak barely escaping your throat.

"Just as tight as I imagined, baby,” he sighed, “all those times I used your panties, or hooked up with somebody who almost looked like you from behind. You’re gonna feel so good on my cock, I know you want it so bad.”

He took his fingers out of you to reach back and open his belt with one hand, the sound of the buckle matched in upsettingness only by the sound of his jeans sliding down to his thighs.

You heard your own breath loud and heavy against his hand as you felt his hard cock press against your thigh, a drop of precum smearing on your skin. Your breathing halted suddenly, though, when he slid himself between your legs to rub his cock over your exposed and swollen pussy.

“Oh, babygirl, you really are too good to me,” he grinned, kissing your ear tenderly. “So fucking wet and ready for me, huh? You need it that bad? You’re gonna get it, baby, ‘m gonna give it to you so good…”

Bracing yourself as best you could, you felt the head of his cock push against your entrance before he slammed in all at once, making you hiss in pain.

“Oh god,” he groaned, “fuck, you’re so warm…”

Already he was fucking into you roughly, pumping faster and deeper, paying no mind to your choked sobs of pain from the wide stretch. Even when it stung it felt oddly good, and the underside of his cock seemed to slide perfectly over your g-spot with each movement until your eyes began to roll back in your head.

“So fucking good,” he moaned hoarsely as he braced you against the brick wall for leverage, reaching back down with his free hand to rub your clit again. He chuckled when your legs quivered, and he must have felt your walls tighten around him, too. “I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby, if I take my hand away are you gonna be good?” he asked darkly. You nodded, enjoying the brief feeling of freedom that came from not having his hand over your mouth anymore. But then again, it was humiliating that now he could hear your panting breaths, your desperate mewls that you failed to swallow down.

He made a sound that was almost like a laugh as he watched you squirm in his arms, one more way he had to lord this all over you, as if forcing you to take him in an alley wasn’t enough on its own.

His breath against your ear was hot and strained, each meeting of your hips to his accentuated with a little grunt from him. It didn’t help at all that his fingers were rubbing you just right, with so much skill that you wondered if he’d somehow figured out how you touched yourself when you needed to get off. Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him to have spied on you before, even if you couldn’t figure out when or how.

The hand that used to cover your mouth slid up under your shirt and pulled your bra down, a large, rough hand groping each breast and pinching your nipples until you bit down on your lip to stay quiet. For all the mocking and teasing he’d done before, he was pretty direct now— like he was trying to make you come as fast as possible, overloading your body with sensation.

And did he have to be so fucking good at it?

“I know you’re close, babygirl,” he whispered in your ear, “just let go…”

“Jake, please,” you sobbed, too far gone to appreciate that no begging would make him stop now.

“Come for me,” he demanded roughly, fucking you even faster as he sucked a mark onto your neck, and finally it all came crashing down with a choked-out cry of his name and a gush of warmth dripping out around his length.

“Ohh fuck, there you go, fuck it feels good when you come for me,” he grunted, thrusting even faster. “You’re gonna milk my cock with that pretty pussy, babygirl— you’re gonna make me come…”

“J-Jake, not inside!” you interjected, getting his hand back over your mouth in return.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, “waited too long for this to pull out now. Feels too fucking good.”

Behind his hand, the difference between whines of hatred and moans of pleasure was irritatingly subtle.

“I love you,” he reminded you in a voice exhausted yet heavy with desire, “so fucking much…”

A few more erratic, brutal thrusts accompanied by heavy pants and he was gone; you could feel his cock pulsing with each rope of come that filled you, so deep that your head fell dejectedly with the realization you had no hope of washing it out now.

His hand fell from your mouth but he didn’t pull out for another few moments as he caught his breath, gently peppering your neck and cheek in slow kisses. “Baby,” he finally sighed, breaking the crushing silence, “you’re so fucking perfect. I knew you were made for me.”

I hate you, you wanted to cry out, but words escaped you as he hugged you tightly and pulled your panties back into place, soaking them with his come as it leaked out of you just like he’d promised. He stuffed his cock back into his jeans and helped you adjust your clothes back to looking almost presentable, finishing it off by turning you around and smiling at you with serene pride before kissing your forehead.

"You're gonna make such a beautiful prom queen," he cooed, “especially if you’ve already got a nice little bump showing…”

His hand rubbed beneath your belly button for emphasis, making you whimper and force your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Shh, don’t cry, baby,” he soothed, kissing your cheek softly. “Trust me, you're gonna love being my girl."

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #dark!jake wyler x reader #idek how to tag this nobody's looking for jake wyler fics lmao

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mindofharry · 3 years

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In which princess!Y/N wants a baby and she wants one, right now.

HELLO!!!! WELCOME BACK TO PRINCE!HARRY - or in this case now king!! in this part of the story, Y/N and harry have been married for a year and harry has been king for a couple of months! this fic contains smut and bad language!!! enjoy, my loves !!!!! <333

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Princess Y/N wanted a baby.

Y/N thought it was the right time too. Harry is now king, they’ve been married for a year and are completely settled into their home.

It seems like everywhere she looked there were children. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a few of her own. Someone to care for, to love, to teach. Being a mother was never top of her list, she never ruled out the possibility but it just wasn’t something that was on her mind.

But then she met harry.

Harry is amazing with kids, he’s amazing with the little children in the village across from the castle and his nieces and nephews. Of course, it’s different when they’re not your own Y/N completely understands that. But seeing Harry with other children sparked something inside of her.

It’s a miracle she wasn’t pregnant after the first few months they had met. They were never careful, always too caught up in each other’s love and harry made no move to pull out — Y/N definitely wasn’t complaining though. After getting married everyone expected to them have a baby a few months after, but with harry being king the “When are the babies coming?” questions lessoned. But now that Harry is king and Y/N is done with most of her duties, people are expecting a baby.

And Y/N would like one too, preferably before winter. She had heard horror stories around the village that most babies don’t even make it to christmas. The winters are cold and almost unbearable, even if this made her seem selfish she wanted her baby to have a chance at living. Even if that meant she’d spend the whole of the summer tending to her child.

Harrys lips pressed to his wife’s forehead, bringing Y/N back to reality as she melted into his touch. She smiled up at him, placing a hand on his chest.

“Now, whats got you so worked up” Harry asked, Y/N sighed and shrugged a little embarrassed. Harry loved when she got all shy like this, it was rare because she was so confident and truly spoke her mind about most things. Harry admired her confidence and bluntness, something he lacked sometimes. But when she got all blushy and shy, it made harry go all warm inside.

“You’ll laugh at me” Y/N mumbled sitting down on the ledge of the table. They were in harry’s office, Harry liked Y/N to be present while he made decisions. She’s a smart woman, harry wouldn’t of made it this far without her. But sometimes it can get a little boring and Y/N goes off in her own world.

They really don’t like to be without each other if they can help it.

“Well, it depends what it is. Have you done something?” Harry asked placing his hands on her waist. Y/N shook her head as her hands traveled up to his shoulders, her ring glistening against his suit.

“Did you fall down the stairs again?” Harry asked and Y/N slapped his shoulder bringing her arms down over her chest.

“You said you wouldn’t bring that up again”

Harry just pressed his lips to hers, his hands coming up hold each side of face. His thumb caressed her cheek and Y/N’s hands travelled to his chest and her legs wrapped his waist pulling him in closer. Harry grunted and pulled back.

“You want me to fuck you on this desk?” Harry asked and Y/N nodded biting her lip.

She pulled his head down and bit down on his ear. “I want you to put a baby in me” She whispered and harry moved looking into her eyes. He grinned immediately kissing her.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath this dress” Y/N said, harry moaned and began to kiss down her jaw. His hand moved down to her dress pushing it up to see her thighs. Harry grinned, getting down on his knees, placing little kisses up her thighs. Harry’s hand roamed her sides, his fingertips making Y/N shiver. She bit her lip to hold in the moan, as harry moved her legs apart.

Harry began to tease Y/N, kissing right above her core. “Need your mouth” Y/N moaned, her hands coming to his hair. Y/N pulled on it, making harry groan.

“So desperate”

His stubble rubbed against her thighs, driving Y/N absolutely crazy.

“My girl, so wet for me” Harry said, as his finger ran up her slit. Y/N’s hips buckled up at him finally touching her, harry smirked to himself. Harry began to rub gentle circles on her clit, Y/N’s hips continue to buckle at the contact.

“Need your mouth, right now.”

Finally, Harry pressed his tongue against Y/N’s clit. She moaned loudly, bringing a hand up to her mouth. Harry moved away from her pussy and shook his head.

“Wanna hear you screaming for me” Harry said, Y/N nodded and then harry got back to work. He pressed his lips back to her clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue and then wrapping his lips around it letting go of it with a pop.

“God” Y/N whimpered, leaning back on the table.

Harrys looked Y/N in the eyes as he ate her out, bringing Y/N over the edge. Harry hoisted her legs over his shoulders, as his tongue furiously licked her clit over and over again.

“I’m gonna cum” She moaned her hands gripping his hair.

Before Y/N could cum, harry turned her over on the desk. Harry pulls the dress above her waist, marvelling at the sight of her bare ass. He placed his hands over her ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you”

Y/N whined and leaned on the table, turning her head slightly. “Yeah, going to cum inside me? Put a baby in me?” Y/N moaned, harry slapped her ass. Harry quickly pulled down his trousers quickly, releasing his red cock full of precum.

Harry pumped his cock a few times, before placing his cock in her dripping pussy. Harry moaned at the feeling, warm and wet. He moved his hands to Y/N’s waist, holding on tight. Y/N began to move her hips back into his cock, and you both created a good rhythm. The sounds coming from the both of them were extremely sexy, turning them both on.

“Love the way your pussy is so wet for me, it’s made for me”

Y/N nodded moaning loudly as harry pounded into her with no mercy. The desk was slamming against the ground, and Y/N is sure everyone in the house could hear them. She didn’t care though, it turned her on even more.

“Oh fuck” Y/N whimpered, as harry thrusted into his smacking her ass.

Harry began moving faster and faster, Y/N’s hips bucked up and down. She was going to cum.

“We’re going to cum at the same time, ok? Make sure we put a baby in you” Harry said.

After a few more thrusts they both cum, the climax so electric and euphoric. Y/N gasped and her legs shook, as harry continued to pound into her riding out their orgasms.

“I love baby making with you”

Y/N smiled tiredly and whined as harry moved out of her.

“Another round?”

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #prince!harry styles #evie’s concepts!

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Heads Up

TW: Smut (oral sex), (fingering), (mentions of sex). Minor angst. Language.

SUMMARY: You finally learn the reason that Pope seems reserved to cross THAT line with you…

WORD COUNT: 1400

*requested*

Heads Up

You had been dating Pope for the last three months, most of which had been spent exactly like this. Set behind some closed door with your body entangled in his own, his full lips in a spread across your neck and a teasing return to your mouth only to extend to whatever exposed skin he could access, and his untouched rigidity on the tips of your fingers. Just as he had pleased you with his touch, you had done the same to him, but always over the fabric. He had been on his knees for you, pulling you to that edge in record time whereas you weren’t allowed beyond the perimeters of his jeans, no matter how hard or desperate he seemed. And usually you would chalk it up to being chivalrous, but lately, you began to feel as if it was more personal than that…

“Hey hey hey…” He spoke slowly, collecting your wrist as always, bringing it back to his chest, as you would usually find his fingers to now pull at your bottoms or even your breasts to accommodate the lack of skin-to-skin contact. But now, you pushed him onto his knees as you pressed your own into your chest.

“Do you want to stop?”

“Why do YOU?” You charged, tears brimming in your eyes as his closed into a narrow of analysis.

“I don’t…”

“Then why do you stop me? I can go slow or-” Suddenly, his entire demeanour changed. Although he was not exactly a casanova with eloquent dirty talk, he was just the perfect amount of sweet and sultry to get your blood pumping and your body set in a state of tremors by this kind touch alone. Much like an artist to his clay, he took his time perfecting his touch, love and ambition set into each mold of his fingerprints into your skin, but never quite allowing you to do the same. But this change of his persona suddenly altered any confidence he did have, now into reservation, even secrecy.

“Do you…not find me attractive or-”

“WHAT?!”

“I mean do not want me to touch you or-”

“That is NOT the problem…”

“Then what is? I mean…I might not have vast experience or anything, but I want to make you feel good, just like you make me, and I can’t do that if you don’t let me touch you, Pope…So I just-”

“I don’t want you to find it weird.”

“What would be weird about it?” You asked in a scoff, more aggressive than he deserved or you intended, born more out of embarrassment than anything else. Before he had a chance to answer, you quickly mended what you believed to be any insecurities, even if you were well aware it wasn’t size as you’d felt him against you enough to deduce this.

“Whatever it is, we’ll make it work-”

“No I…” He bowed his head, eyes flashing in every other direction, before meeting with you only from the corner of his eye.

“Pope…I want to be WITH you…”

“I…I’m not…I’m not circumcised…” The words almost made you laugh, something you repressed as you knew it would worsen how he saw himself. But the humor wasn’t in what he said,but for how he thought you would respond.

“Why does that matter?” Relief and then confusion washed over his handsome features.

“Other girls…they didn’t um…” He paused, quickly shifting gears to another comment, “And I know other guys-”

“I don’t want other guys, Pope…And I don’t care if you’re…or not…I want you…” You now pulled him beneath you so you could straddle him, driving his hands to your hips. “And now since I know it isn’t ME, I have a LOT of orgasms to make up for…” He shivered beneath you, lips pulling into a smirk, before you teased his lips with a kiss.

“But I don’t EVER want you to think I don’t want you…I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable-”

“Then stop talking and let me touch you…please…” You whined against him, raising yourself just enough to fit your hand between your thighs and to his jeans, unzipping him carefully, before taking him in your hand. Even if he had been the first with such a ‘conundrum’ as you knew he’d refer to it as if you ever spoke of it, you were eager to satisfy him as he had done to you. Yet, you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the difference in it. The way that extra skin moved within your hand and his face twisted in pleasure, his fingers eating into your hips and thighs as he spoke your name in deep breaths, everything made you bite your lip in approval.

“Is that okay?” He asked as you chuckled.

“More than…” You explained as he scoffed in disbelief as you brought your weight off of his thighs as his fingers reached between the part of your lower lips.

“If you changed your mind, you don’t have to-I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything-” His eyes searched yours for sincerity, your well-being always set above all else, all while you smirked as you pulled yourself onto your knees in front of him.

“Baby, I-”

“I’ve thought about doing this for SO long…” His eyes pulled into a roll at the thought. “I want to make this about you, Pope…”

“You don’t have to…” Allowing a single string of saliva to fall on his angered cock’s head, you would lubricate him completely from base to tip as his breath seemed to cease from these motions.

“Do you WANT me to?”

“Only if you want-”

“Pope. I want you to tell me what you want…I want to make you happy, okay? But I want you to tell me-”

“Put it in…please…” He acquiesced as you smirked, teasing his cock with your lips, pulling your pucker apart by his uncut head, his taste still as luxurious as you’d expected. But more decadent than this would be the moans as you took him over your palette. Your own vibrations making him twitch between your cheeks as you smiled.

"Hold onto my hair, baby…" You guided as he wasted no time collecting your locks within his fist as you returned him between your lips.

"Watch me…let me show you how it doesn't bother me…" You explained as his eyes fixated on how you took his cock. Slow at first, taking in the lines of his lack of a circumcision, before quickening until tears and gagging had been exchanged for those careful motions.

"You're crying…I don't want you to…" You dug your nails into his thighs as he hissed.

"Fuck!" You nodded, hid fingers wrapping tighter in your locks as you'd carry yours to his balls, heavy with the need for release.

"Mmm…" You moaned as approval as he made sudden flex of his hips before pulling you.

"I'm gonna come…" He paused, breathless, before you guided him back between your lips. Eyes trained to him, he kept you from taking him completely with a renewed shift of his hips.

"I'm close, I'm not gonna last long and if you keep going, I don't want you to have to swallow-" But you took him again. Deeper. Faster. Harder. Eyes closed with the reflex abused, all while you pulled hom to that edge.

"Fuck, baby! Shit, I’m…you're gonna make me come…I'm gonna, I'm ah, ugh!" He grunted in one final motion before you were given the release you'd worked for. Licking your lips to savor his taste, you wiped your chin of the drool before he forced you onto your back. The sudden need for dominance that much more arousing coming from someone usually so reserved.

"Your turn, baby…” He nearly growled before diving between your own folds, tearing your panties from your hips with conviction, before devouring you in savoring carnality. His hand climbed beneath your shirt, twisting and pulling at your sensitive nipples as you rocked against him, his second forearm at a rest across your hips for stability as you summoned him beneath your moans and your whimpers.

“Come on my face baby…I want you to come for me…” You nodded.

“I’m gonna-” And to this, he inserted two fingers, twisting and curving them until you trembled.

“Oh, shit!” You cursed, your breathing interrupted by this before your own release coated his grin as he wore it proudly once rising from between your thighs.

“Pope-please! I need more!” He kissed your lips softly.

“Not yet, baby…I want to take my time…”

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