#anon. ♡

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

So you've done cock sizes and squirting reactions for the LADS but what about how each of them cum/orgasm? Streams, spurts, a lot, a little? Holding close or gripping tight with hands? Pulling forward? Etc.

.☘︎ ݁˖ . HOW THEY CUM !

✧ paring : sylus, caleb, xavier, zayne, rafayel x reader (separate)

✧ tws : nsfw/smut, creampie, cow-girl, doggy style, sub!rafayel, spanking, hair pulling, gagging, biting, neck kissing and others!

Sylus is the type to cum hard and deep, letting out a low, breathy groan as his muscles tense up. His orgasms are intense but controlled—he doesn’t lose himself completely, but you can feel the power behind each thrust as he pushes in as deep as possible, holding you firmly against him like he’s trying to fuse your bodies together.

He’s a spurter, releasing in thick, strong pulses that hit deep and leave a warmth that lingers. His grip tightens—whether it’s his hands around your waist, one wrapped in your hair, or fingers digging into your thighs as he keeps you in place. If he’s really lost in the moment, he’ll let out a quiet “Fuck—”under his breath, voice husky and slightly shaky.

If you’re riding him, he’ll pull you down flush against his chest at the last second, holding you still as he empties himself inside. He likes to feel every second of it, dragging it out by rolling his hips, making sure nothing goes to waste. Even after he cums, he doesn’t let go immediately—his hands linger, his breathing heavy as he presses lazy, possessive kisses against your skin, still reveling in the aftershocks.

Caleb is a slow builder when it comes to orgasm. He holds back, savoring every second, his breath growing more ragged as he gets closer. When he finally lets go, it’s a long, shuddering release, his body trembling slightly as he pulses inside you. His cum doesn’t spurt out in thick shots—it seeps out in warm, steady waves, spilling deep and coating every inch. It’s messy, unhurried, and almost overwhelming.

His hands aren’t gripping tight like Sylus—Caleb’s more about holding you firm yet gentle, big hands resting heavy on your hips or sliding up your back to pull you close against his chest. If he’s behind you, his fingers will dig into your waist, guiding you slowly through the aftershocks as he catches his breath.

He’s not loud, but you’ll hear him—a sharp inhale, a low groan that vibrates against your skin, maybe even a whispered “That’s it, pipsqueak…” if he’s feeling particularly rough. And he doesn’t pull out immediately—he likes the feeling of being buried inside you, soaking in the heat and wetness, his lips brushing against your neck as he rides out the last waves of pleasure with slow, lazy rolls of his hips.

Xavier’s orgasm hits him like a slow-burning fire, one that builds into a sharp, almost unbearable peak before he goes still for a second—then completely unravels. His release isn’t about spurts or streams—it’s a deep, throbbing pulse, a thick warmth that just keeps flowing out of him, filling you up in heavy waves that seem to last longer than they should. You can feel every tight clench of his abs, every twitch of his cock inside you as he gives in completely.

In doggy style, he loses himself in the control, gripping your hair at the base of your skull and pulling just hard enough to arch your back perfectly for him. The moment he cums, he yanks you up onto your knees, keeping his chest flush against your back while his free hand locks onto your hip, forcing you still as he buries himself deep and stays there, making sure you take every last drop. His breathing is ragged against your ear, a rough growl of your name slipping past his lips, low and strained, like he’s fighting the urge to keep fucking into you through the aftershocks.

Even when he’s finished, he doesn’t let go right away. His hand in your hair loosens, fingers slipping down to cup your throat, thumb stroking your jaw as he lets out a deep, satisfied sigh. And if you so much as try to move before he’s ready? His grip tightens again—a silent demand to stay right where you are.

Zayne’s orgasm is a slow, aching surrender—he tries to hold back, tries to draw it out, but when it hits, it’s unshakable. His release isn’t sharp or sudden; it’s a deep, rolling pleasure that spreads through his body like a slow wave. His cum seeps out thick and heavy, pouring into you in lazy, unhurried pulses that leave a deep warmth behind. He doesn’t tense up completely—instead, his muscles shudder subtly, his breath hitching as he lets out a quiet, gritted groan that melts into a low chuckle.

With you on your knees, ass up, he runs a warm palm over your skin, fingers squeezing possessively before he delivers a slow, deliberate slap to your ass—not rough, but firm enough to make you jolt slightly beneath him. Again. And again. Each time, his touch lingers, soothing over the heat his hand left behind, his other hand pressing into the dip of your lower back to keep you exactly where he wants you.

When he finally cums, his grip tightens just enough to hold you steady, his hips pushing forward in one last deep roll as he sinks inside you to the hilt. A deep, satisfied “Fuck… that’s my girl.” escapes him as he rests his forehead against your spine, catching his breath. His hands stay on you, tracing your curves, squeezing your hips, his fingers drifting lazily over your skin. And before he even thinks about pulling out, you’ll feel one last, lingering smack against your ass, paired with a smug little hum—as if he’s already thinking about the next time.

Rafayel tries to hold back, tries to keep his composure, but the moment he gets too close, his body betrays him. His breathing gets uneven, his thighs tense beneath your touch, and his hands clutch at whatever they can find—your hips, the sheets, his own wrists if you’ve pinned them down. His orgasm isn’t sharp or explosive; it’s messy, drawn out, overwhelming. His cock twitches and throbs, spilling out in slow, leaking pulses that leave him trembling beneath you. He gasps, eyes fluttering shut, a soft whimper slipping from his lips as his body completely melts into your touch.

The moment your teeth sink into his shoulder, his whole body jerks beneath you, a strangled sound escaping his throat as his head tilts back. Too much. Too good. His fingers dig into your skin, desperate for something to ground himself with, but the pain mixed with pleasure only makes him unravel faster. His chest heaves, muscles tensing, before he finally slumps back, completely spent, completely at your mercy.

Even after he’s finished, his body still twitches with aftershocks, his cock giving one last weak throb as he lets out a breathless, needy whine. His hands tremble slightly when they reach for you, still craving your warmth, still needing to be held, to be reassured. If you press another bite into his skin—softer this time—he’ll shiver, let out a breathy little “Please…” before burying his face in your neck, too dazed to do anything but let you have your way with him all over again.

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[cameronsbabydoll]

I’ve been thinking about the military!rafe and the reader at the mall and the reader shopping at Sephora and Victoria's Secret and he can't keep his hands off her 🤭

mall day w/ military!rafe

it starts off chill. he’s got a hand on the small of your back, dragging you from store to store with that permanent “why am i here” look on his face—but god help anyone who gets too close or looks at you for too long.

at sephora, he’s standing behind you like a wall of muscle with a subtle arm flex while you test gloss on your hand. the workers are terrified.

“what even is that?” he mutters in your ear.

“lip oil.”

he squints. “looks like clear fuckin’ chapstick, baby.”

still buys it for you. still carries the bag. still kisses it off your mouth when you try it in the truck later.

then you hit victoria’s secret.

he walks in behind you and smirks when a guy nearly chokes on his gum seeing the size of him.

doesn’t even pretend to be subtle—he’s pulling lace thongs off the wall like “this red one’s nice. actually—no. get the white one. makes you look all sweet ‘n innocent while you suck me off.”

says out loud, in front of god and other customers:

“don’t even need this fancy shit. i’d fuck ya in a potato sack, baby. just wanna see you walkin’ around the house in somethin’ tiny with my last name on your ass.”

spends $320 without blinking. makes you model the haul when you get home, only to ruin every piece.

bonus:

buys a pretzel for himself and a pink boba tea for you without asking

carries all the bags

lets you sit in his lap on the food court bench like it’s nothing

growls in your ear: “next time we go out, i’m puttin’ a plug in you. see how long you last.”

[rafesangelita]

so anyway I was thinking about something about bitchy!Kook!reader (since she's my ultimate favorite)

maybe rafe has gifted her a promise ring at some point in their relationship, and despite all their highs and lows, even in their worst nights, she has NEVER taken it off

and maybe they are in a heated argument and they're mad at each other (but not broken up, just mad) and they are attending a party and he notices that she isn't wearing it, so he loses his absolute shit and drags her somewhere, making a scene and telling her how much he cares about her (in his own way, ofc) and how hurt he is until she simply smirks and tells him that she's taken it off because she's getting it cleaned up

-🦉

warnings: arguing, slight angst, light fluff

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“can you fix your face? ‘at least try to act like you want to be here with me right now?” rafe whispered in your ear, a slight pinch of irritation lacing his tone. you swallowed thickly, flashing him a glare as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders so he wouldn’t draw any unnecessary attention towards you two. “i told you i wanted to leave a long time ago and instead of wrapping things up, you disappeared for another drink. i’ve been sitting here on this couch with you for over two hours now, listening to your idiot friends talk about their latest escapades. how about you fix your fucking face?”

rafe looked around to make sure no one caught any of the words that just left your mouth, his jaw clenching as he gripped you by the back of your neck. “is that how you’re gonna act right now? that’s what we’re doing?” at this, you trailed a hand down rafe’s stomach, your nails digging into his flesh hard enough to make him hiss and let go of you. “grab me like that again and i’ll leave your ass in front of everybody.” rafe knew that wasn’t an empty threat, considering you’ve already done it before and topper still hasn’t let him live the embarrassment down.

rafe gave you a curt nod, his eyes raking down your form before they rested on your bare fingers. “what the fuck?” he spoke out loud, the group conversation coming to a halt. without another word, rafe got up, dragging you along with him as he guided you two outside to his truck. “oh, now you wanna go home?” you scoffed, managing to pull away from him before he hoisted you into the passenger’s seat, his body wedged between the door as he took ahold of your hands. “i know we’ve been fighting a lot recently, and i’m sure we get on each other’s nerves all the time, but taking off your ring? are you fucking serious?”

your eyebrows knitted in confusion, your mouth barely opening before rafe started going on a rampage. “i bought you that ring to uphold a promise to you, y/n, and i’ve kept it. through all of our bullshit, through all of our problems, through damn near everything; you’ve never taken that ring off. even when we were close to leaving each other once and for all, you were still wearing it. that ring saved us, and now? you’re just giving up like that?” rafe sounded pained, his voice dropping slightly as his chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. “rafe—” you tried to interject again, but still he continued.

“i love you, and i know i fucking suck at showing it, but you know i do. you’re the only person who puts up with my shit and still loves me as i am. you work with me even though i make it really hard, and you don’t throw my mistakes in my face every chance you get. you’re patient with me when i least deserve it.. i could go on and on about everything you do for me.. please just put your ring back on.” you weren’t expecting rafe to pour his heart out to you, your anger from earlier dissipating into nothing as your gaze softened. “i can’t—” rafe groaned, kneeling down onto the step bar of the truck as he held your hands to his chest.

“why?!” you couldn’t help but laugh, your resolve crumbling as rafe looked up at you desperately. “what’s so funny? i’m literally about to have a panic attack right now.” you laughed harder, shaking your head. “rafe, i’m getting my ring cleaned! i’ve been trying to tell you since you dragged me out here but you kept interrupting me.” your boyfriend let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his shoulders falling in relief. “when did you take it?” you helped him off his knees, rolling your eyes as he pulled you into his embrace. “remember, i told you i was going to the mall with chanel? i dropped it off there and i’m supposed to go back for it tomorrow..”

rafe nodded, his hands running up and down your back. “well, we better get you another ring for when you’re getting the other one cleaned. i can’t have you giving me heart attacks like that.”

[vampzity]

can I request yunho cock warming while playing video games

why ofc anon!! ty for this lovely request hehe ^^

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don’t hate the player | J.YH

pairing: bf! yunho x f! reader

desperate to spend time with your boyfriend, he ask for you to sit in his lap as he plays his video games. perhaps he’ll give that to you, that and some more.

[warnings]: MDNI 18+!!, smut, cock warming, unprotected sex, praising, degrading, hair pulling, breast fondling, clit play, pet names (princess, baby, bunny, slut), anything else i missed … ?

word count: 1.7k

“Baby c’mere.”

You looked up from the bed, noticing the familiar warmth in Yunho’s eyes as he called out to you. His hand tapped his lap softly and he gave you a soft smile.

You got up, walking over to him as he quickly put his game on pause and moved out from the desk to give you some room. He looked up at you, his hand coming up to caress your jawline carefully.

“Wanna sit?”

You nodded your head happily, about to climb into his lap when he stopped you. He looked down at your legs, his hands coming up to tug at the strap of your sweat pants. He looked back up at you, a smug smile appearing across his face as he adjusted himself in the chair. You watched as he pulled his cock out from his sweatpants, it slightly hardening as he stroked it softly.

You stood there, your face heating up as you eyed his leaking cock. He snapped his fingers in your face, catching your attention before his fingers pointed to your pants once again.

“You can’t sit on me like that princess.” he pulled you close to him, lifting up your shirt slightly to kiss your waist. “Take em off for me.”

You felt his lips press against your stomach, inching down to the band of your sweats. He looked back up at you, a soft smug showing on his face.

“Please?”

You nodded, dragging your pants down your legs as your underwear followed. Yunho watched intently, his hand coming up to caress your thighs softly. He slipped his fingers between your legs, feeling the slight bit of your arousal coat them. His ran circles around your clit, watching as your knees buckled from his touch.

He met your helpless eyes, his thumb now swirling around your bud slowly. You whimpered quietly as you felt his lanky fingers play with you, only making you feel more desperate by the second.

Yunho moved his fingers, his hand grabbing onto your thigh and pulling it toward him. He pulled your thigh over his leg, your cunt just hovering over his cock.

“Take your time baby, I know I got some length.”

You held onto his shoulders, one of your hands holding his dick in place as you lowered yourself onto him. He entered you slowly, feeling your walls clench around him as you adjusted yourself onto him. Yunho groaned out in relief, feeling his cock twitch.

“Fuck, fuck. So big.”

You began to grind in his lap, throwing your head back as his tip brushed against your cervix. Yunho titled his head at you, grabbing his controller from the desk. he wrapped his arms around you, bear hugging you in place to stop your riding.

You whined out in mercy, watching as he ignored you to continue playing his game.

“I asked you to come sit.” he rolled his eyes at you, his fingers smashing at the controller as he tried to maintain focus.

“Not ride me like a slut.”

He continued to play the game, leaving you to sit and wallow in desperation as his cock poked and prodded inside of you. In which he wasn’t paying much attention to. Yunho would jump, yell, angrily pound his fingers into the controller all while his movement dancing around inside of you.

You squirmed, you whined, you did everything possible to get him to pay attention to you— to let you ride him into the sunset. Just for him to ignore you completely.

“Please Yunho, feels so good.”

He scoffed at you, his eyes glued to the screen as you sat there in agony.

“No. If you ask me again, I’m making you get off of me.”

You rested your head on his chest, whining in defeat as his cock twitched inside of you. He placed his chin on your head, his hand rubbing your back softly. Your hands squeezed the fabric of his shirt, squirming slightly against his cock. Yunho let out a soft breath, trying to contain himself from pounding into you.

“You really want it that bad bunny?”

You nodded, keeping yourself nuzzled in his arms. He pulled you out of his grasp, his hand moving your face to meet his gaze. Your face was completely red, embarrassed from how you could do nothing but sit there and accept what he was doing to you.

A small smile crept on Yunho’s face as he kissed your forehead softly. He placed the controller on the desk and pulled his headset off, letting a small groan escape him as he adjusted himself in his chair.

His thumb caressed your cheek softly before he leaned down to your level. His lips brushed by your ear as his hand snaked to your waist.

“And if I give you what you want, will you behave then?”

You agreed quickly, biting your lip. Yunho sighed, a soft chuckle leaving him as he tilted your chin upward to meet his gaze once again. He leaned in for a soft kiss, sucking at your lip as his other hand held into your waist firmly.

“Well I’m all yours princess. Let’s make this quick, yeah?”

He moved your hips against him, your body tensing at the sudden feeling of his tip grazing you. You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, feeling your walls close in around him when his hand moved upward. He groped your tits, fondling them in his large hands as his thumb flicked your nipple.

Breaking the kiss, you threw your head back, quickening your pace just slightly as he curved inside of you.

“You like that baby?” His gaze was fixated onto you, watching as your eyes were squeezed shut from the pleasure.

“Mm, so good.”

Your hands rested on his shoulders as you attempted to ride him quicker. His hand squeezed your nipple, earning a small whimper from you as you succumbed to the pleasurable pain. Yunho watched as you did all the work, multiple pants escaping you as he groaned to your rhythm.

“Fuck, baby. Keep going like that.” Yunho had both hands on your waist, mouth agape.

“Keep fucking me like the needy slut that you are.”

He watched as you used all your strength to bounce on his cock, his angry tip knocking at your cervix with every moment. Your wet folds coated his length, only making it easier for him to slide in and out of you. You clenched around him, your sweet moans mixing with the sound of your arousal.

Yunho held you down, stopping you just for a moment. He rolled his chair away from the desk and to the body mirror— which only he could fully see as your back was faced toward it. He smirked playfully as he admired your figure in the mirror, seeing at how you were too embarrassed to even catch a glimpse yourself.

“What? You don’t wanna see how dirty you get for me princess?”

His hands cupped your ass, pushing them up and down to signal for you to continue. Taking the hint, you rode him again, giving him a front row seat to his cock moving inside of you.

He watched your folds pulsate around his girth, only edging him further as he was already trying his best not to cum inside of you so quickly. He spread your ass slightly, getting a better view of the arousal seeping from your aching hole.

“What a pretty sight.”

You burrowed your head into Yunho’s neck, your whimpers turning into deep moans as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. He moved his hips slightly, abusing you with his harsh thrusts.

“I’m gonna wear out this pretty pussy of yours.” He grabbed onto your chin, pulling your face to meet his lusting brown eyes.

He thrusted his cock into you, keeping your hole spread as a small white ring formed around his length. He watched as you closed your eyes, your mouth dropping as breathless whimpers escaped.

“And when I’m done?”

He flicked your nipple, feeling your cunt clench around his length as your movements grew faster. His free hand cupped your cheek, pushing your body up and down on top of him.

“Gonna cum Yunho..”

Yunho admired your state, his fingers squeezing at your sensitive bud as his cock rammed into you. He kissed your forehead softly, wiping the small amount of sweat that accumulated on your head.

“Is that so bunny?” you nodded your head, pleading to get off as he stretched you out. “Must you always be so needy?”

Yunho pulled you off of him, getting up slowly as your pleasing whines filled his ear. He flipped you over, making you face his PC while his tall body hovered over you. He arms wrapped around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, his breath hitting the side of your neck.

“You gonna keep whining or let me help you?”

Your breath hitched at his words, making you turn your face away in embarrassment. He kissed your cheek softly, sticking his cock back into you without a warning. You held onto the desk as you felt him ramming into you, showing no mercy.

His arm stayed wrapped around you, his other hand running up your back. He grabbed onto your hair, pulling your head back softly.

“Feel so good princess.” he angled himself in you, his tip hitting your sweet spot just perfectly. “Wanna cum in this little pussy.”

You moaned out in pleasure, your hands gripping the desk as you struggled to keep yourself upright.

“Maybe next time you’ll learn not to rush me, yeah?”

Yunho fucked you relentlessly, abusing your poor cunt with every thrust that he dealt. His cock leaked into your hole, desperate to release and fill you up.

“Fuck, I hate to hurt you like this baby.”

He left go of your hair, his hands holding onto your waist as his thrust grew harsher. He threw his head back, groaning furiously with every slam into you.

“But you take me in so well.” He moved your waist against his own, a mixture of your shared moans and skins smacking echoing throughout the room.

Within seconds, he poured his hot load into you, fucking himseld through his arousal as your own mixed with his. His thrusts slowed and he sat back in the chair, holding you ontop of him as he rested his head against your back. He placed his ear against your back, hearing your fast heartbeat.

“You gonna sit here and behave now?”

You nodded out of breath, trying to regain consciousness in your legs. He laughed to himself, running his hands along your thighs gently.

“Good. I wouldn’t like to ask you to again.”

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[suskz]

Saw jockchan x nerd reader. I was wondering if you could write something about swim captain Chan x quiet female reader ?

pairing: SwimCaptain!Chan x Quiet!fem!Reader

t/w: smut ; semi-public sex ; secret relationship ; oral (f!rec) ; jealousy ; exhibitionism kink (but no exhibitionism) ; unprotected sex (be smarter, don’t do that).

w/c: around 1,8k

a/n: It’s 1:45 a.m. here, I’m going to sleep now. Hope you like it! ♡

18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

There are 25 minutes left until the end of the training session when you arrive.

"Come see me at training today, it will bring me luck for tomorrow’s championship." This was his sweet request this afternoon, and you naturally said yes; it's just a pity that you arrived an hour late.

Your quick steps to take a seat in the stands can’t be heard by the guys as they talk near the pool, but Chan notices you the moment you enter.

His head turns in your direction and he smiles at you, waving a hand at you. You do the same, returning the greeting.

Immediately, his eyes shift to Changbin and Jisung though, members of the team, who seem to be arguing, and he approaches them.

It doesn’t take you long to understand that they were arguing about who is the fastest swimmer of the two, as shortly after they are giving each other challenging looks as they get into position and enter the water when Chan gives them the signal.

You like seeing him in leader mode in moments like this. It’s extremely hot, but also really cute when he turns in your direction to look at you, shaking his head in exasperation, making you giggle.

But your attention shifts a little further away from you when you hear a girl speaking.

"Did you see him? Now you can’t say he isn’t gorgeous." One of the two girls says to the other.

“He’s freaking perfect, oh my God,” the other girl comments. “What did you say his name was?”

“Bang Chan; I’ll give you his Instagram.”

Your teeth clench at the last sentence. Are they talking about Chan? Your Chan?

The same Chan who kisses, fucks, and cuddles you every day?

You briefly consider letting them know. You should turn to them and tell them to their faces, but there’s something holding you back, keeping you still. And this thing prohibits you from letting them know how things really are, so you sit there in silence, enduring their annoying compliments about him for what feels like endless minutes.

Yes, his body and muscles are stunning. Yes, his voice is sensual and his laugh is sweet. Yes, he has an irresistible gaze. Do they really need to keep repeating that?

When the training ends and you think you’ve finally gotten rid of them, they’re in front of him before you can make a move.

You watch them from afar, standing and waiting, trying to appear as normal and indifferent as possible while they congratulate the captain for his hard work as a leader. Ah, and also for his hard work in the gym.

He chuckles with his dimples showing, first shaking his hands in front of himself in a gesture of denial, but ending up scratching the back of his neck as he thanks them cordially. The two girls look at each other and giggle.

But a few minutes later, it’s you who finds yourself in the locker room with him, his hands on your hips and his lips on yours, feverish and needy.

“Were you jealous?” He grins teasingly, but deep down he feels immense tenderness and perhaps a little embarrassment knowing that you love him so much that you can’t stand other girls complimenting him in that way.

You don’t respond, looking at his bare chest and hoping he’ll stop.

His smile grows, “I saw how you were looking at them, your eyes were burning flames.” He stifles a chuckle as you raise your head with a guilty expression.

“Was I that obvious?” You ask, your cheeks starting to blush, embarrassed by your exaggerated reaction.

“Yes, but I like it.” He leans in to kiss you again, but soon his hands slip under your shirt and you break the kiss.

“Chan, we can’t do this here.” you whisper against his lips. All the other guys from the team are just meters away, taking a shower. You risk being heard, and you don’t want that to happen.

“But I need you now.” he whispers on your neck, starting to leave warm, wet kisses.

You don’t respond, but you tilt your head to give him more space and don’t stop him, and he takes this action as agreement.

He licks and sucks on a patch of your skin, leaving a red mark that will be prominently displayed for days. He might get completely hard just at the thought of you walking around with the mark of his presence on your body, even if others don’t know whose it is.

He pulls away and admires it, then gives it one final kiss, making you hiss from the slight pain.

Needy, his hand grabs yours and pulls you into the bathroom. You don’t resist; you follow him, silent, and together you enter one of the showers, closing the curtain. The one in the corner, with an empty shower next to it.

And then, Chan turns on the water, wetting both of you, although not completely.

“Chan, you finally came in, why did it take you so long?” Changbin yells from a few showers away.

“I just had a moment with Y/n.” Chan responds casually, as if he weren’t currently lowering your shorts and underwear at the same time.

“Oh, she’s already gone?” This time it’s Jisung’s voice.

“Yeah, she went back to the dorm.”

There’s something, something that arouses both of you at the idea that you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing while his friends are there, just meters away from you, unaware.

His fingers move skilfully between your folds, rubbing your clit with one finger quickly while two of his other fingers hold your pussy lips open as your hips move back and forth instinctively.

When his fingers enter your cunt, they do so easily from how wet you are and from all the times his cock has been inside you.

You take his face in your hands to bring your lips closer to his ear so you can talk to him, “We don’t have time, put it in already.” You whisper, and his cock twitches in the tight shorts he’s wearing, reminding him of how damn tight they feel.

He withdraws his fingers and turns you around, replacing them with his dick, entering you slowly to allow you to more easily suppress any sounds that could be heard by the others.

His hands hold the lower parts of your cheeks to spread them apart to get in deeper as he moves inside you. It’s not the best position, but you can’t bend over because you’d risk slipping.

Your moans are silent. Your heavy breaths are fortunately hard to hear with the shower water running and their voices humming.

Chan tries not to fuck you too hard to avoid the sound of your skins slapping together. Because you’re not alone, and no one must hear you. Even though, maybe, he actually wants someone to hear you. He wants someone to find out about the dirty things you’re doing without their knowledge, right there near them. Maybe he secretly wishes someone would open the shower curtain and see you in this situation.

And maybe you want it too.

But these thoughts don’t stop both of you from freezing at the sudden sound of Hyunjin’s voice. “Does anyone have shower gel?”

His movements pause only for a moment. He should feel embarrassed, mortified to hear his friend’s voice so close to you in such a situation, but instead, it sends a jolt of pleasure to his cock, and he immediately starts moving again.

You look at him with an expression now fearful, but this arouses you as much as it does him.

Jeongin’s voice is quick to respond, “I do, here it is.”

“Thanks Jeonginnie, love you.” Hyunjin thanks him in his sweet voice.

Chan pulls out of you, but before you have time to say anything, he turns you around, grabs your thighs from behind, and lifts you, pushing you against the wall. His arms slide under your knees and spread you open, re-entering you.

“That’s better.” he whispers against your lips, and you nod in agreement with quick breaths.

The pleasure intensifies for both of you. A soft moan escapes his lips, not being able to hold it back, causing him to bite his lower lip and hide his face on your shoulder, his ears turning redder as he failed to contain his pleasure.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling strands, causing his hips to buck up in a harder thrust, making your head slide back against the shower tiles.

It’s at this moment that the others start coming out of the showers, and soon they are out of the locker room after greeting Chan and telling him to hurry up.

When everyone is out, you both look at each other, then chuckle.

“I couldn’t hold back anymore.” you admit.

“Me neither.” he says.

“I noticed.” you tease, and he looks at you with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows in an offended look.

You clench around him on purpose, eliciting a needy moan from his lips. In response, he thrusts into you, and this time it’s you who whines.

“You’re as needy as I am.” he grins, resuming his movements. This time you’re a bit freer to let out your voice, but you need to hurry. His thrusts are faster now, reaching deeper spots inside you, being able to fuck you harder, eliciting a series of staccato moans from you.

“Touch yourself.” he orders and you immediately obey, without needing to be told twice.

His movements become more erratic. He’s close, and you can tell by the way his cock twitches inside you and releases small droplets of pre-cum.

His moans grow deeper, and he closes his eyes, trying to hold back from coming with all the self-control he has to make you reach your climax too, with him. But it’s difficult for him, and soon he has you back on your feet, giving a few final thrusts before pulling out of you and stroking his cock quickly through his orgasm.

He tries not to throw his head back in pleasure, wanting to see the ropes of his hot cum covering your pussy and thighs as you stand there with trembling legs.

Your mind is still fogged with pleasure, and you don’t notice what’s happening until you feel his tongue on your clit, which makes you let out a whimper. You look down to see your boyfriend on his knees with his head between your legs, looking up at you.

You run your fingers through his hair, and he pulls away, “You need to come quickly, someone will be coming for spot checks soon.” He warns you before returning with his tongue between your folds and two fingers inside you, stroking at your sensitive spot.

[anglbunny]

please stop doing stepcest its actually disgusting 🥀

🃏

STEP BRO?

♡. stepbro!kaiser, stepcest, smut mdni, fingering, dub-con (kinda)

It was always like this with Kaiser. He didn’t follow rules. Not the house ones, not school ones, and definitely not the ones that were supposed to keep step-siblings from doing… this.

You hated him. Because here you were — again — back pressed to the kitchen counter at 2AM, wearing nothing but a sleep shirt and your pride. His hand braced beside your head. That dangerous little smirk pulling at his mouth.

“You always sneak around like you want me to catch you off guard,” he murmured, eyes flicking down to your thighs.

You swallowed hard. “This is the kitchen.”

“This is my kitchen,” he corrected. technically it was his house but gosh.. “And you’re standing in my spot.”

“I’m making tea—”

“Wanna know what I think?” he cut in, voice low, dripping with wicked confidence. “I think you wear those tiny little shorts hoping I’ll notice. I think you like it when I look at you like this.”

You glared, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re disgusting.”

He laughed — and fuck, he was beautiful when he did. Sharp jaw, low lashes, the curve of his mouth sinful as ever.

“Keep saying that,” he said, stepping closer. “But you’re still here. Still letting me look. Still trembling like you’re waiting for me to touch you.”

You were. God, you were.

Your breath caught when his fingers brushed your hip. Just a graze, like he was testing something. Like he knew you wouldn’t stop him.

"You think Mom would believe me or you?" he whispered, leaning in until his breath ghosted your neck. "That her perfect daughter bends over for her stepbrother when she thinks no one’s watching?"

“I’m not—”

His hand slipped between your legs — firm, smooth, sure.

You gasped. Your back arched.

“Oh? What’s this?” His tone was pure mockery. “Wet already? Guess I did teach you well.”

You slapped his chest, weak and shaking. “Michael—”

“God, I love when you say my name like that,” he growled.

His fingers slid along your folds, teasing your entrance, dragging slick across your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Your thighs trembled. Your hands fisted in his hoodie.

“I could ruin you right here,” he whispered against your ear. “Make you cry. Make you beg. Wouldn’t even need to fuck you — you’d fall apart just like this.”

You hated how true it was.

Hated how your body betrayed you with every slick, sinful sound between your legs. Hated how his name kept catching on your tongue like a prayer — or a curse.

He dipped a finger inside. Just one. It slid in way too easy.

“You’re tight,” he muttered, voice almost reverent. “Fuck, you really are saving yourself. For what? Some boring guy from class who’d cum in his pants trying to finger you?”

You whimpered, gripping his hoodie tighter.

“Nah,” he growled. “You’re made for this. For me.”

Another finger joined the first. You gasped, biting your lip hard.

Your legs were shaking, the counter biting into your lower back, but you didn’t tell him to stop. You couldn’t.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, lips brushing your jaw. “Go ahead.”

You said nothing.

He curled his fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot that made you jerk.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “That’s what I thought.”

His thumb toyed with your clit now, rough and relentless. You felt your orgasm building fast — embarrassingly fast — and Kaiser knew. Of course he did. He always knew.

“You gonna come for your big brother, baby?” he purred. “Gonna soak my fingers and then pretend you hated it?”

“I-I’m—” you choked.

“Look at me,” he ordered, voice sharp. “Look at me when you come.”

You met his eyes — cold blue flame — and then you shattered.

It hit hard. White hot. A strangled moan left your lips before you could stop it. Your legs buckled, your body trembling violently as you came around his fingers.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, holding you up. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you break.”

He pulled his fingers free, glistening in the dim kitchen light — and then sucked them clean like it was nothing.

“Sweet little angel,” he muttered, licking his lips. “Tastes like sin.”

You leaned against the counter, ruined, chest heaving.

“You’re sick,” you whispered, ashamed. Shaking.

“I’m yours,” he corrected. “And you’re mine.”

He leaned in and kissed you — messy, filthy, claiming. His hand cupped your jaw, tongue forcing past your lips like he owned you.

When he pulled back, his mouth was slick and swollen. Smug.

“This changes nothing,” you gasped.

“Oh, baby,” he laughed darkly, brushing your hair behind your ear. “This changes everything.”

Then he walked out — calm, cocky, like he didn’t just finger his stepsister on the kitchen counter.

And you? You stayed frozen. Shaking. Dripping. Wanting more.

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @mihyas-dieehefrau @ravenbc @greekyoghurtwithberries

A/n: thanks for the req anon (fyi, if anyone thinks i'm being petty, i literally have it written in my rules i write darkcon and stepcest. sooo...)

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[Masterlist]

[sceletaflores]

Hear me out. Logan likes having his girl sit on his lap at any given moment. In private, he LOVES having her sit on his lap while cockwarming. He needs to feel close to his woman as much as possible because he does NOT play around when it comes to being loyal to a woman

nat’s note: oooo anon you’re so right…i’m sick just thinking about it. this lowkey got super fluffy but oh well i guess i'm just feeling soft today lol thanks so much for sharing <3 hope you love it!

• feat. logan howlett x fem!reader • 18+ SMUT MDNI •

Contrary to what most people might believe, Logan has a soft side.

Sure, it’s rare that you get to actually see it, but it’s there nonetheless.

It’s a tangible thing, as undeniable and alive as the very heart beating away in your chest.

This morning was the biggest hint Logan was in one of his once in a blue moon good moods, waking up to him dragging you back against his chest, not an inch of space between you. His strong hands wandering the soft planes of your body as he pressed kisses along the back of your shoulders.

It was like that for the rest of the day, like he had to have at least one hand on you at all times.

Soft touches in passing, big hands on the small of your back or your hips. Resting on your thigh as you both sat on the couch, cozied up against his chest after he dragged you into his lap the second you sat down.

You love every version of Logan, but something extra special always blooms in your chest when he gets like this.

He shifts slightly, not to change position, but just enough to remind you he was there, still inside you, still holding you close.

This was different than your usual sex. Logan falling into bed and insisting you get on top only to stop you when you fully sank down onto the dripping length of his cock.

There was no rush to move, no need to chase anything faster. It was like time had slowed down just for the two of you, a way to keep you suspended in this moment a little longer.

"God, you feel so damn good," Logan growls softly, his hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. "Could stay like this all day, y’know that? Just you and me, baby."

You hum contently, arms circled around his broad shoulders so your fingers can toy with the soft hair curling around the nape of his neck.

You're not sure how long it's been, how long you've been pressed against him. Wrapped in strong his arms, thighs flush with his so the thick length of his cock can fill you completely.

It feels like it's been both hours and minutes all at once. The soothing beat of Logan's heart against your own chest, his hands rubbing soothing circles over the skin of your hips, coaxing you to relax further against him.

“Tell me how good I make you feel, honey,” he commands softly, his voice low and rough, vibrating through you like a hum from a deep, primal place.

You can't help but moan softly, feeling that delicious, lazy pressure building between your legs, tightening and building with each pulse of his cock inside you.

"Logan," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper as you arch your back, trying to create more friction. "You feel so good."

“Yeah? You like that, baby?” He chuckles, fingers tightening around your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You like keeping me nice and warm? Like the way my cock feels inside of you, hm?"

You nod, the heat pooling in your core igniting every nerve ending. “I want you to say it,” he urges, running his thumb along your bottom lip slowly. The easy movement slow and deliberate, like he's savoring the way your body responds to him.

“I love how you feel inside me, Logan,” you breathe, losing yourself in the intoxicating rhythm of his body against yours. “You’re so big, so deep…”

“Fuck, that’s it. Just like that.” His hand slides up your side, gripping the side of your face with a possessiveness that sends a shudder through you. “You’re mine darlin', and I’m gonna make you feel so damn good.”

“Yours,” you echo, a rush of heat pooling low in your belly.

Logan’s lips find your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Say it again,” he mutters, his voice dripping with a mix of desire and affection that makes your start to heart race.

“Yours,” you whisper quietly, surrendering completely to the weight of his body and the heat of his presence. “Always yours.”

"Fuck," Logan groans, hands falling to your hips again, guiding you to start rocking back and forth slowly. "Tell me how good I am to you, baby."

"Oh," you squeak out, body slumping against his more heavily as his words course through you. "You're so good to me, Logan..."

“Good girl,” he growls, the praise making your pulse quicken. “You were fuckin' made for this, made for me. Just look at you, taking every inch,” He adjusts slightly, angling himself deeper, making you cry out as he hits that spot that makes your whole body light up. “Can you feel how deep I am? How much I want you?”

You choke out a soft whine, hips starting to grind against Logan with more purpose than before. Your hands fall to rest on his shoulders, nails digging little crescent moons into his sweaty skin.

"Look at you," he says, voice going hushed like he's talking more to himself than he is to you. "Takin' what you need. Who's it for? Who's this cock for, baby."

You feel a rush of heat creeping up your cheeks at the raw intensity in his voice, but you can’t help but respond. You pick up the rhythm, sliding back and forth, the sensation making you dizzy with pleasure.

"Fuck, Logan," you groan lowly, voice small and breathless as your head lolls back to the ceiling in pleasure. "It's for me..."

"Who loves you?"

It catches you off guard, his words washing over you like a warm cloud of haze that travels all along your overheated skin to settle between your legs. Flaming the fire you feel raging inside of you.

“You love me, Logan,” you pant, the words spilling from your lips without hesitation.

And then, as if a dam had finally burst, he shifts the pace. Hips surging up to meet your frantic grinds, each thrust becoming a powerful wave that crashes into you.

You can feel the new urgency behind his movements, a beautiful mix of need and love that leaves you gasping for more.

With every stroke, the intensity builds, drawing you closer to the edge. “Logan, I’m—” you start, but he cuts you off with a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as he takes you higher.

“Not yet,” he murmurs against your lips, his breath mingling with yours. “Not until you say it again.”

The pressure inside you grows, and you feel yourself teetering on the knives edge.

“You love me!” you cry out, the words flowing like a river, freeing you as the dam breaks and pleasure surges through you.

Logan follows you into the depths of that pleasure, his release flooding you as he groans your name like a prayer, a promise, a vow.

You cling to him, holding on as if he’s the only thing anchoring you in this universe.

As the waves of bliss slowly fade, you both linger in the afterglow, hearts still racing in sync, bodies intertwined.

You lean against him, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palms, the steady thump of his heartbeat against your cheek, his lips pressing soft kisses into your hair, and for a moment, time stands still.

“Can we just stay like this forever?” you ask, the vulnerability in your voice wrapped in sincerity.

“Forever sounds nice,” Logan murmurs, pressing another soft kiss into your hair.

You realize that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, because this is the side of Logan you cherish most. And the selfish side of you wants to keep it close to your chest.

You're proof enough that Logan Howlett has a heart, and that's all that matters.

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a/n: two works in two days? i'm like a god or something lmao once again i didn't know how the end this but when do i ever...

[ghoulishhx]

im insane but i need facetime sex with frankie whilst hes away. he would be so shy and lowkey confused (old man doesnt get technology bless him) until you spread your legs for the camera and start drooling over the sight of his cock.

erm ANYWAYS

-💥

this 😵‍💫 oh my god. I've been thinking about this for days now, your requests make me fucking feral girl, I hope you enjoy this lil thing i whipped up!!

18+ MDNI below the cut :3

Frank Castle and FaceTime Sex - headcanon/drabble

he's such a fucking grandpa when it comes to technology. the first time you'd call him on facetime he'd pick up and put the phone to his ear

"no frank- move your phone in front of your face.. no frankie, i can see directly into your brain"

"I won't be able to hear ya if it's not up to m'ear doll.." he grumbles, completely oblivious to the situation.

"then turn your fuckin' volume up old man!!"

he finally catches on and he's met with your giggly face as he raises his eyebrows

"didn't know ya could do this, why didn't ya call me like this sooner babydoll?"

and from then on out he'd facetime you every night (if he could) from his shitty motel rooms, after you taught him it was a whole damn separate app on the phone. Frank loved being able to see you so candidly when he was away from home, often staying on the phone with you as you fell asleep, camera facing you as he stared lovingly at your unconscious form, hating how he wasn't there in person to hold you and kiss you as you dreamt soundly in his hold.

you were the one who initiated the inevitable facetime sex, it was only a matter of time until the light bulb went off in your head. instead of sending him sexy selfies for him to fuck his fist to, why not be his own personal cam girl?

you call him one night, earlier than usual because that day you had been needier than usual.

"everythin' ok sweetheart? was gonna call you in a couple hours-"

he's cut off as you angle the phone down, showing him your body in his favourite black lacy underwear. you devilishly grin as you watch the muscles in his jaw tick, watching him try and suppress a groan at the sight of you.

"fuck mama, ya tryna kill me or somthin'? feelin' needy?" he softly speaks into the microphone, his voice rough, laced with his own desire.

"mhm frankie, need you so bad.. been wanting you all day.."

"shh doll 'm here now.. want ya to do everythin' i ask, okay sugar?" his own hand travels down to his bulge in his jeans, roughly palming himself through the fabric, cock impossibly hard just from seeing your perfect body through the tiny screen.

you whine in response to his question, moving your hands down to your core but he stops you.

"not yet babygirl, want ya to pull y'bra down.. slowly. no need to rush, we got all night.. lemme see those pretty fuckin' tits."

you comply with his requests, pulling your breasys out and slowly kneading the flesh in your palm, twisting your nipples slowly as your breathing deepens, soft moans and whines escape your plush lips as you rut your hips into the air, chasing non existent friction as you clench around nothing. he can't help but shed himself with his clothes instantly, pulling his boxers down and exposing himself in record time, his arousal destroying him.

"good fuckin' girl, my good girl. wanna see what ya do to me? bein' so perfect f'me?... shit how do I turn the camera round.."

you laugh as you instruct him, and your laughs stop as you see him, thick, hard and dripping all over himself as he fucks into his hand, groaning your name as well as a string of curse words and strangled moans. you practically drool at the sight, sucking on your fingers in the camera before reaching down to play with your pebbled nipple as he requested.

"thatsss it babygirl, push y'panties to the side, need to see her.." you comply, moving the phone to show him your spread legs, soaked panties and slick cunt. franks eyes roll to the back of his head as his cock twitches desperately, fucking his hand quicker as precum oozes from his red tip. "fuckin' soaked sweet girl, rub your clit f'me, slowly.. attagirl."

he talks you through pleasuring yourself, telling you to speed up, rub harder, stop altogether. he makes you take it agonisingly slow until you're begging him through the receiver to let you touch yourself more, your release imminent as he continues edging you with his dirty words.

"gonna fuckin' ruin ya when i come home Monday.. fuck baby, teasin' me like this.. shit. need to fill that pretty lil mouth.. need to stretch that pretty pussy with my cock, that what ya want doll?"

"frankie- please.. 'm so close.. pleasepleaseplease-"

"been so good f'me doll, that's it cum for me. pretend it's me instead of ya fingers." his orgasm is close too, however he waits until yours crashes through you first, hearing you whine his name as you both cum together, gushing over your own hands wishing it were the others instead.

let's just say when he finally does come home, you both don't leave your shared bedroom for the entire day, calling your work telling them you're too sick when in reality you're getting stuffed full of him repeatedly until your knees give out.

being taught what facetime was, is the best thing that ever happened to frank.

[dollyfetti]

because of your latest post would I be able to tell you that I've been thinking about Katsuki spitting in readers mouth in any context (mostly smutty) without judgement?

and before you do judge just know that I am a mutual that cares about you so deeply and hopefully vice versa and I am a troubled soul, and I would greatly appreciate you indulging me

NOOO do nawt worry !!! for the most part, i don't rlly judge anyone's sexual preferences, to each their own!! ^_^ andddd i think ive actually written something about this for bkg before !! not sure if it was on my old acc or not but i def get it omg!!

nsfw below!! unedited (wrote kind quick whoops), smut, spit kink, pet names (baby + sweet girl), tittay sucking, katsuki's kinda a service dom here hehe

i like to think he's very sweet about it :3 he’s already inside you, going with a steady pace with his arms on either side of your head. dark love bites litter your upper body, and even more so as he continues to lick and suck your neck while you arch into him.

it’s quiet in this moment, neither of you too energetic this early in the morning. you let out little sighs and moans as he keeps reinserting his cock into you over and over again. your jaw is stretched out, your mouth wide open as your eyes squeeze shut.

“feels so good..” katsuki murmurs, more to himself than you, as his sweaty forehead presses against the underside of your jaw, licking over a bite mark.

it would be almost primal, the way he's mouthing at you, if he wasn’t so soft.

he kisses his way up to your lips, letting out grunts and moans as you push your tongue onto his. he sucks on your bottom lip, almost smiling as your hips start to buck up more, lazily rutting onto him.

his pace doesn’t falter one bit at your fidgety movements. in fact, he lifts the leg up wrapped around his waist to stretch onto his shoulder, bringing a small whine from you. he shushes you gently, pressing a kiss to your ankle before leaning back down to fulfill your needs.

he can tell you’re getting closer, but still not quite there yet. he drops a hand to your gushing center, pressing two fingers against your clit in gentle circling motions. you mewl, hips unintentionally bucking up more.

“i know, i know.” he mumbles, kissing right above the valley of your tits. “doing so well, baby.”

even with the extra stimulation, you’re still not there yet. katsuki finds everything as a challenge. he learns what he can to be the best— and only the best. which includes this scenario, where he stares down your wanton expression, your wet tongue looking back at him. he groans at a thought, fingers pressing harder against your clit as he leans down to grab your jaw, angling himself so your leg is still on his shoulder.

“cmere, sweet girl.” he gruffs, smiling as your eyes flutter open in curiosity.

he sticks out his own tongue, silently asking for you to mimic him, which you do without a second thought (not that you really have any right now)

whines still trickle out of you as he collects as much saliva as he can, still thrusting into you with the urgent need to make you feel like you’re on cloud 9. he leans down closely, opening his mouth to let the spit fall past his tongue and directly onto yours, some dripping below your lip too.

you whine loudly, eyes shutting again to swish it around in your mouth for a moment before swallowing it and lifting your hands to grip his shoulders tightly. “suki, i’m-”

“go ahead.” he groans, pounding into you just a little harder, fingers circling quicker. he looks down to where you're both connected, moaning at the sight.

"mmph- m gonna cum baby.." you slur, yelping as he forcefully slams to kiss your sweet spot. he lets out a tiny hiss as you squeeze around him, but he doesn't let up, leaning back down to reattach his lips around your sensitive nipples. your fingers grip onto his hair, tightly squeezing as your hips grind into his.

"atta girl." katsuki murmurs, feeling you start to shake as you reach your orgasm, cum seeping out of your pussy while he keeps swirling his skilled tongue over your tits. his narrowed eyes gleam up at you, "all ready for the day now, yeah?"

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

Caleb touching and sucking mc’s tits for the first time after seeing her on a low cut top without a bra. He was very nervous but couldn’t help it🤍

．— ℱ）𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ：fem!reader ．nsfw．boob obsessed Caleb．tit fucking ．boob sucking ．submissive Caleb ＆ other stuff!

Caleb wasn’t the type to lose control easily. He prided himself on his self-restraint, on keeping a level head even in the most tempting situations.

But when you walked into his room wearing that low-cut top—without a bra—he felt his entire body betray him.

He tried not to stare. He really tried. But the way the fabric clung to your skin, the soft curves of your tits teasing him with every movement, made it impossible. His mouth felt dry, his fingers twitching where they rested on his knee.

You flopped onto his bed, stretching your arms above your head, and his eyes immediately dropped to the way your chest lifted with the motion. He bit the inside of his cheek so hard he swore he tasted blood.

“You’re acting weird,” you teased, tilting your head at him.

He scoffed, but it sounded too forced. “No, I’m not.”

You followed his gaze, then glanced down at yourself, a knowing smile playing on your lips. “Oh…” Your voice was light, teasing. “Are you staring at my—?”

“Don’t,” he muttered, rubbing his palm over his face.

But you only giggled, shifting closer until your knees bumped his. “Do you wanna touch them?”

Caleb stiffened, breath catching in his throat. “What?”

You reached for his hand, guiding it over your chest, and his fingers curled instinctively around the soft warmth. His entire body tensed. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think.

“Fuck pipsqueak,” he exhaled, barely above a whisper. His thumb grazed over your nipple, feeling it stiffen beneath his touch, and something primal stirred deep in his stomach.

Your breath hitched, the sound so quiet yet so devastating that his restraint snapped. He leaned in, pressing his lips to your collarbone, kissing his way down to the exposed skin of your chest. His tongue flicked out, testing, tasting, before he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked.

A sharp gasp left your lips, and your fingers immediately tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He groaned against your skin, his hands gripping your waist as he took more of you into his mouth, sucking harder, letting his teeth graze just enough to make you shiver.

“You—fuck, Caleb,” you whimpered, arching into him, and that was it. That was the sound that ruined him.

His hands roamed greedily, his mouth moving between your tits, kissing, licking, devouring every inch you offered him. He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore—all he knew was that he needed more. More of your skin, more of your moans, more of you.

And from the way you clung to him, breathless and desperate, you needed it too.

Caleb was completely unraveling beneath you. The way his breath hitched, the way his fingers trembled against your skin—it was addicting. He wasn’t in control anymore, and you loved it.

“Pipsqueak,” he groaned, voice shaky, like he was barely holding himself together. “You’re—fuck—y’know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

You hummed, sliding your hands down his chest, feeling the way it rose and fell in uneven breaths. His cock strained against his pants, so obvious, so desperate, and the way he twitched beneath you sent a thrill down your spine.

“I dunno,” you murmured, trailing your fingers lower. “You’re the one shaking, Caleb.”

He let out a choked noise when you palmed him through the fabric, his hips jerking up into your touch. “Shut up,” he tried, but there was no bite behind it. If anything, he sounded needy.

You tugged at his waistband, watching his breath stutter as you freed him from the confines of his pants. His cock was flushed, leaking at the tip, and he twitched at the cool air. You pressed a teasing kiss to his stomach, grinning when he sucked in a sharp breath.

“You’re so hard already,” you whispered. “Is it ‘cause I let you suck on my tits, Caleb?”

His face burned. “Pipsqueak—”

You cut him off by pressing your tits together around his cock, watching as his head fell back against the pillows. His lips parted, breathless, and you felt a rush of satisfaction at the sight.

“Shit,” he whimpered, hands gripping the sheets. You rolled your hips slightly, adding just enough pressure as you moved, and he cursed under his breath.

He was falling apart so easily.

“You’re so sensitive,” you teased, lifting yourself slightly before pressing back down, letting his cock slide between the soft warmth of your chest. “You like this, don’t you?”

He let out the most pathetic whimper, his hips bucking up into you. “F-fuck, yes.”

You leaned in, letting your breath ghost over the head of his cock, and his entire body tensed. His thighs trembled as you flattened your tongue against the tip of his cock, licking up the precum that had gathered there.

Caleb moaned, gripping the sheets tighter. “Pipsqueak—please—”

You smirked. He was begging now?

“Please what?” You dragged out the words, slowing your movements just to watch him suffer.

His head snapped forward, eyes blown wide with desperation. His lips parted, trying to form words, but all that came out was desperate, breathless whimper.

God, he was so easy to break.

And you weren’t done with him yet.

Caleb was falling apart beneath you. His chest heaved, his fingers twitching where they gripped the sheets, completely at your mercy. His cock throbbed between your boobs, slick with his own precum, and every time you moved, his breath hitched like he was this close to losing himself.

“Look at you,” you murmured, pressing your chest together tighter around him. “So needy… you can’t even handle this, can you?”

He whined, actually whined, his hips jerking up involuntarily. “F-fuck, please—”

“Please what?” You slowed your pace, teasing him, watching his face twist in frustration. His cheeks were flushed, his lips parted as little breathless moans spilled from them.

“Please—ah, shit—please don’t stop.” His voice was wrecked, desperate. “I-I can’t—fuck, I need—”

You smirked, shifting slightly to let your tongue flick over his tip again, tasting the heat of him as he shuddered beneath you.

“Need what, Caleb?” You licked up the underside, slow and deliberate, watching the way his muscles tensed. “Say it.”

His fingers flexed, then clenched the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. His body was trembling, barely able to handle the way you had him trapped between your softness, teasing, dragging out every second just to watch him crumble.

“I need—fuck—I need to cum,” he gasped. “Please, pipsqueak, I—ahh—please.”

God, he was pathetic. A trembling mess beneath you, completely at your mercy, begging like he’d fall apart if you didn’t let him have it.

You smirked, pressing your soft tits even tighter around his cock, moving faster, watching the way his body tensed, the way his thighs shook.

“Then cum for me,” you murmured, licking your lips as his breath caught.

Caleb let out a choked moan, his hips bucking up into the warmth of your chest, his entire body shuddering as he finally broke. His grip on the sheets tightened, back arching as he came undone, spilling between your pillowy tits with a wrecked gasp of your name.

You watched him, drinking in the way he trembled, the way his body sagged into the mattress, utterly spent. His breath was ragged, eyes hazy as he stared at you like you had completely ruined him.

And maybe you had.

His fingers twitched, weakly reaching for you, but he didn’t have the strength to pull you close. You leaned over him anyway, pressing a teasing kiss to his sharp jaw.

“You’re so easy, Caleb,” you whispered. “I might have to do this more often.”

His breath hitched, and even in his wrecked state, you could feel him twitch against your thigh.

Yeah. He was definitely yours now.

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[cameronsbabydoll]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write rafe keeping a drawer with all the things reader's left around his room and then she comes looking for something and he's like oh in the drawer and it's all fluffy

“have you seen my necklace?” you ask, standing in the doorway of rafe’s room, chewing at your lip.

he barely glances up from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, thumb flicking over his phone. “the little one you always wear?”

you nod, stepping further in. “yeah. i thought i left it here.”

he sighs through his nose, stands, and walks over to his dresser. second drawer down. pulls it open and shifts through something.

you’re about to ask what he’s doing when he steps back. “it’s in here.”

you walk over, expecting him to hand it to you—but instead, he moves aside, lets you see for yourself.

it’s not just your necklace.

your lip balm. a couple hair ties. the oversized hoodie you swore you lost weeks ago. your nail polish—the light pink one. even a receipt from the gas station with your handwriting on the back.

you blink down at the drawer, suddenly quiet. “...you kept all of this?”

rafe doesn’t answer at first. leans his hip against the dresser, arms crossed. his expression’s unreadable, like always. “you leave your shit everywhere.”

you glance up at him. “you could’ve thrown it out.”

he shrugs, eyes trailing over you. “didn’t want to.”

it’s simple. rough around the edges. but there’s something in his voice, something softer, like he won’t say it out loud but he likes having pieces of you here. like he doesn’t want anyone else touching it.

you look back down at the drawer, a quiet smile tugging at your lips. “this is... kinda cute.”

rafe scoffs under his breath. “don’t make it weird.”

you laugh softly, then nudge his side. “you’re a total hoarder.”

“only when it comes to you,” he mutters, almost too quiet to catch.

you pretend not to hear it, but your heart does this dumb little flutter anyway.

[valeisaslut]

what is rockstar!ellie and popstar!readers favorite albums or songs to have sex to and is it different the type of sex it is???

(MDNI)

OKAY NONNIE. I SEE YOU BABE.

when you were together, music wasn’t a detail. it wasn’t background noise.

it was ritual.

sex was just another kind of performance—intimate, electric, and scored like a fucking movie scene. you didn’t even have to think about it. one of you would press play without a word, and it would begin. always. every time.

the moan that escaped your lips when Ellie slid her hand between your thighs? framed by a drum kick. the snap of her hips against yours? timed to a bassline. the gasp when you dragged your nails down her back? right on cue with the bridge.

that performer nerve in both of you always acted up. and you both loved it.

ELLIE’S VIBE? hot, cocky, heavy.

she had ZERO shame about putting The Fireflies songs in rotation. if it was about you, even better. she lived for the drama. that smug little smirk would curl across her lips while her voice rasped through the speakers.

"this one’s about that night in Paris," she’d mutter in your ear, teeth grazing the shell as the intro to “Buzz” kicked in. “you remember that balcony?”

yeah. you did. you remembered the cold iron railing digging into your back, the skyline behind your head, ellie’s hand between your thighs, whispering “don’t look down” like it was a fucking dare.

“Rocket Queen” played during the kind of sex that left marks. your own moans melding with the ones in the song. bruises blooming like ink across your skin. her voice low and filthy as she mouthed every lyric into your shoulder. hips snapping right along with the guitar solo. fingers digging into your thighs like she was holding herself in place.

when Deftones came on, she’d slow it down. plant a hand over your throat, lean in close, and keep eye contact like she was testing you. like she wanted to see what broke first—your breath or your pride.

picture "beauty school", "cherry waves" "hearts/wires" and "be quiet and drive".

and when “I Wanna Be Your Dog” (Joan Jett version) hit the speakers? Forget it. you were both done. she fucked you like she meant it. like you were hers. like the lyrics were instructions.

and of course "closer" by nine inch nails and "angel" by massive attack were in the rotation. self explanatory.

but the Joel song incident? PURE DEVASTATION.

you were mid-fuck—her buried deep inside, breath ragged against your chest—when an old acoustic Joel Miller track shuffled on. your moans melded with the first verse.

and you both froze.

"fuck, fuck—turn that off!" she muttered, scrambling across the room half-naked, tripping over her jeans to skip the track.

you were wheezing with laughter. she was not amused.

sex to Ellie’s music meant dominance. bruises. nails in your hips. teeth on your neck. whispering “mine” and "take it" like a threat. pulling your hair just to hear you whimper. keeping rhythm like her body was an instrument and you were the encore.

YOUR VIBE? softer. but no less powerful.

yours was intention. you liked control too—but yours was silk, not chains.

you liked music that made the room feel thick. velvet songs. desperate ones. you liked knowing exactly what a song would do to her before you even pressed play.

"can you put something less loud? maybe not scream in my ear while I’m coming?" you’d huff, straddling her lap, fake annoyed. ellie would grin—“fine. but I’m picking the next one.”

“Do I Wanna Know” and “I Wanna Be Yours” had her unraveling underneath you. "basic as hell", she said, but they always hit. hands tight on your hips, breath caught in her throat as your fingers slipped under her tank top.

“Needed Me” by rihanna was power. your pace slow and unrelenting while riding, holding her jaw in your palm while she begged—really begged—for you to stop teasing.

but “Take Me to Church”?

you’d arch your back like a goddamn divine offering, hips rolling in time with the chorus, sweat glistening down your chest, your hair sticking to your temples. ellie would stop breathing. every single time.

and when your unreleased demos came on? the ones you wrote only for her? soft vocals. bare lyrics. rough mixes that never made it to your team’s ears?

she’d drop to her knees. put her mouth on you like she was starving. and when she came, it was your voice in her ears—only yours.

sex to your music meant never breaking eye contact. tangled hands and tangled limbs. gasps turned into sobs if the moment got too intense. her voice whiny with need, whispering “again, baby, please—just one more”

and then there were the SHUFFLE NIGHTS.

when you both gave up and let the playlist choose chaos.

when The Weeknd transitioned into Metallica and neither of you blinked. when “Wicked Games” came on and you were breathless on the carpet, half-dressed, laughing into her mouth. when she bit your thigh during a Led Zeppelin riff and you accidentally moaned through a Lana verse.

when you came with her guitar solo ringing in your ears and her grin looking downright feral.

those were the best ones. no performance. no power plays. just raw, chaotic, messy, real love.

and now?

It haunts both of you.

you can’t listen to “Do Not Disturb” without flashing back to the way her mouth moved over your stomach like she was worshipping every inch.

she can’t hear “Take Me to Church” without seeing you on top of her, haloed in moonlight, riding her slow like penance.

your unreleased songs?

still on her phone. still in her bones. still hers.

[maiiuelle]

what if rafe and reader are more than friends but they didn’t really put a label on it and even top and kelce noticed but rafe still has the occasional hookup and one night when reader was js thinking abt stuff and then she realizes that shes inlove with rafe but when she came over to tannyhill to confess and rafe answered with his hair all messed up and him shirtless and he basically smelled like sex and when rafe asks why shes there she randomly just runs away and cries in her car while driving home so basically just angst (does that make sense idk)

you feel like your going crazy, standing at tannyhill’s front stoop twiddling your thumbs.

your relationship with rafe cameron is complicated; you’d almost call it a situationship, but you couldn’t put a label on it. you’d been going to all of his parties to serve as arm candy, posed with him at the golf course, and hooked up with him more than once. it’s beyond casual, but he has yet to pop the girlfriend question. even with his little commitment, you’d been finding it hard to keep your mind off of him — or rather, what the two of you had done together. you have to mean more to him than he’s letting on.

so, you knock on tannyhill’s giant glass front door again, biting your lip nervously as you look over the texts you’d already sent him to let him know you were coming.

“hey! just thinking ab u.. are u free tn? <3” you asked right after work, hopping in the shower in hopes you could head straight to his place after.

“busy. work shit. u free on friday?”

“oh idk. sucks we cant do tn, i miss u.” you followed your message with a picture of you sitting on your pink bedsheets, posing in the mirror to show off your silky pajamas. you thought he just needed a little convincing, but he didn’t respond.

“can u call me before bed? sorry, i know u said ur busy.”

by then it had been an hour or two, still no response from rafe. you were pacing around your room. all you wanted was to spend time with him, even if that meant lounging around while he works. anything would do, you just couldn’t stay away.

you came to the conclusion had to show him how much you care somehow, and what better way than to go to tannyhill and confess your love for him — it would be like a romance movie, he’d probably be exhausted from work and happy to see you by then!

“i’m sorry if this is sudden, i just feel like i really need to see you. i’ll just drop by for a second xoxo see u soon”

suddenly, the front door swings open, revealing a very disheveled rafe cameron. his bangs are a mess, sweaty and strewn across his forehead. his whole face is red, his lips swollen, and all he’s wearing are blue flannel pajama pants. you’d seen him like this before, pussy drunk and stumbling around a dark room. your heart deflates as he pushes open the front door, familiar blue eyes squinting at you through the night. “the fuck are you doing? you’re gonna wake up my fuckin’ dad.”

“work shit, huh? really, rafe?” you snap, looking him over completely disgusted. “what’re you d—”

“nah, nah. i told you i was busy — did i not?” he cuts you off, holding a finger in your face and grabbing your upper arm with the other hand, making you jump. “could’a kept yourself from all this if you just listened to me, right? right?” he jostles you, like he could shake a response out of you, but you’re frozen. he lets you go at the sight of your face, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “fuckin’ figures.”

“are you.. high?” you pull your knit cardigan tighter around your shoulders, tears already beginning to brim your waterline at the utter betrayal.

rafe recoils, acting overly offended to take the heat off his obvious cheating. “you’re gonna talk to me like that at my own goddamn house? do me a favor — go home, and i’ll think about callin’ you.”

“don’t bother. asshole.” you cry, turning away. the last glimmer of hope you have is snuffed out when you hear the glass door slam behind him, leaving you alone once again.

defeated, you retreat back to your car, wiping your tear stained cheeks pitifully. you should have known, rafe cameron is a player.

➺ do you…

⟡ hear out rafe’s apology

OR

⟡ tell jj what rafe did

[suskz]

JOCK!CHAN X NERD!FEM READER SMUT??🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

pairing: Jock!Chan x Nerd!Fem!Reader

t/w: smut ; breasts play ; clit play ; slight oral kink.

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: NO BC I actually love this idea sm 🙇🏻‍♀️ Hope you like it anon ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Come over after practice?"

You adjust your glasses on your nose after sending the text and get up to change into your pajamas.

You don't expect an immediate response, but you're too bored because you have nothing to do and you can't wait for him to text back.

You receive a reply only two hours later.

"Of course, baby, I'll take a quick shower and I'll be with you."

Only half an hour passes before he's standing in front of the door of your dorm room, with dark curly hair still wet and dressed in his usual black pants and t-shirt.

Before you know it, his soft lips are on yours and without breaking apart, you usher him into the room and he closes the door.

"Your hair is still wet." you point out as if he didn't already know.

"I wanted to be with you as soon as possible." You blush slightly at his words.

"How was practice?" you ask him.

"Changbin missed all his shots today." he chuckles.

"He's too short for basketball, I've always said so." you laugh with him.

"What were you doing in the meantime?"

"I was reading a book Seungmin lent me."

That's why shortly after you're sitting on your bed with your boyfriend's head in your lap while you read aloud word after word.

His eyes are closed as he listens to your soothing voice, but at some point you stop and he opens his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asks you, and when you don't answer, he raises an eyebrow and gently lowers the book with one hand to see your slightly flushed face.

The story is getting a bit... hot, "Uh... I'm not sure if I should continue..." you admit, and he immediately understands what it's about. A smirk forms on his lips as he gets up.

"No, keep reading, I want to know how it continues." He has you sit in the middle of the bed and positions himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your body and keeping his eyes on the book, without reading, "Then?"

"Uh... he- he started kissing her neck," his soft lips immediately press against the skin of your nape, leaving slow, wet kisses, "As his hands roamed all over her body." And so does he, releasing the embrace and moving his hands over your body still covered by the light pajama shirt, running his fingers over your belly and higher, grazing the outline of your breasts.

"You're not wearing a bra?" He whispers against your neck, his breath lightly tickling you.

"I'm more comfy without."

He groans almost imperceptibly, feeling your hardening nipples through the fabric of the shirt.

"Keep reading." he orders, and you do as he says.

You read quickly in your mind, trying to get to the parts where it only describes his actions. "His- his fingers play with her nipples, squeezing them between his fingers and—" you pause as a yelp escapes your lips when you feel his fingers brush against your nipples and then squeeze them in between.

Before you realise it, his strong arms lift you from where you're sitting on the bed. One arm goes under your legs, while the other holds the upper part of your body, picking you up bridal style, and gently lays you with your head on the pillow.

Sometimes you still marvel at how truly strong he is.

He then positions himself between your legs. He lifts your shirt to uncover your breasts and plays with your nipples, pinching and licking them.

"Then?" His voice is low and sensual, causing a throbbing sensation in your lower parts, where his covered cock brushes against you through his pants.

"His- his hand travels down her body—" the movement of his hand sends shivers through your body. He swiftly removes your pajama shorts, and kisses various spots on your leg as he moves up to place his head at your level, locking eyes with you.

One of his hands takes the book from your hands while the other slips under your panties, feeling your wetness with his middle and ring fingers. A gasp escapes your lips before you can control it.

"You're so wet already.” he breathes on your lips, feeling all the slick that has come out of your hole. He gathers some of your juices and uses it to glide his fingers in slow circular motions on your clit, making you sigh. "This pretty pussy's begging for attention, mhh?”

He moans with you as his fingers slide into your hole. He moves them back and forth slowly, curling them upwards to brush against that sensitive spot inside you.

His breath is heavy as yours and his pants feel tight.

His thumb rests on your clit and moves as best he can to stimulate you more.

Your faces are so close. He looks into your eyes and can't resist the urge to kiss you. It's slow and sensual, your tongues meeting and your breaths mingling.

When you break apart, a trail of saliva connects your lips. Your boyfriend removes his fingers from inside you, making you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

Your panties are soon on the floor next to your pants, and your shirt follows shortly after.

"You're so gorgeous." he compliments as he admires your exposed body beneath him.

It's not the first time he's looked at your naked body, but his gaze feels heavy on you.

He notices your embarrassment and leans in on you. "I can't wait to be inside you." he whispers in your ear.

"Then don't." you urge him.

And a few seconds later, his cock is inside your tight heat, making both of you moan in unison.

Soon he begins to move. You need more time to get used to the intrusion, but the desperation of both has taken over.

Despite it not being the first time, the stretch still hurts initially. But it only takes a few slow initial thrusts for you to get used to it.

His pace quickens and becomes more steady, and one of his hands has to cover your mouth to stifle your sounds.

Your moans come out muffled against his palm, and he closes his eyes, biting back a moan, "As much as I love hearing you, we don't want to get caught, now do we?" he whispers. You nod, and he removes his hand from your mouth.

You grit your teeth and throw your head back into the pillows —as much as you can without hurting yourself because of the ponytail— trying to be as quiet as possible, but it's difficult.

Your glasses are askew on your face, and just one wrong move would be enough to cause problems for them. That's why Chan carefully takes them off and places them on the nightstand next to the bed.

It's when his cock hits a certain sensitive spot inside you hard that a cry escapes your lips, and you're too taken by surprise to hold it back.

Two fingers are shoved into your mouth to try to stifle the sounds trying to come out, "You did that on purpose so I would put my fingers in your mouth, huh? You like being fucked like this, don't you?" he whispers in your ear, licking and sucking on the lobe.

Your tongue moves upward, wanting to speak, pressing against his fingers. At your movement, he throws his head back, letting out a pitiful moan; his hips falter for a second, and his cock twitches inside you.

You close your lips around his fingers and nod instead, unable to speak.

"You feel so damn good." His head rests in the crook of your neck. "Fuck." He breathes.

The sound of skins slapping together grows louder in the room. A drop of sweat falls from his forehead, and his hands grip the sheets tightly at the sides of your head.

"Baby, I'm close." He whines, warning you.

Your legs tremble, your limbs feel like jelly.

"Me too." You reply, "Chris, please."

He brings two of his fingers to your clit, moving them quickly, but the movements are not steady, distracted by his impending climax.

"Y/n, I'm going to cum—" he urgently moans, "You have to come now." It's an order, despite the slight desperation in his voice, like you could control your orgasm.

You place your fingers over his that are still on your clit and move them together.

Your breaths are heavy and loud. Anyone passing by your room would understand what you're doing, but in the heat of the moment you don't give it much weight. The only thing on your minds is reaching your highs.

And you do; you come first and he follows right after. His well-defined muscles, built from the gym he attends with his friends, twitch gorgeously as he cums into the condom.

It takes a few minutes for both of you to catch your breath. He pulls out of you and tosses the condom into the trash bin at the end of your bed.

He joins you again in bed and looks at you, perhaps a little embarrassed, "It won’t go down..." he admits, referring to his still somehow hard dick.

You prop your body up on your elbows. Your eyes shift to look at his half-erection and then back to his eyes, with a smirk.

"Round two?"

[bunnyrafey]

hear me out xx

sexist rafe first meeting reader and like conditioning her?? (if that makes sense) like slowly changing her into what he likes (me+toxic men = <3)

feel free to ignore!!! xxx

soft hands, harder rules ♡

credits: @cameronsbabydoll to sexist!rafe au

you start seeing him more.

not dating — he never calls it that. he lets you join him.

dinners, drinks, sitting in the passenger seat of his car while he takes calls, while his hand rests high on your thigh.

he never asks. he tells.

"wear your hair down tonight."

"don’t wear that shade again — it’s too loud."

"you don’t need to talk so much, just listen."

and you do.

you listen. you smile. you nod.

he starts buying you things. at first, you say no. you say he doesn’t have to.

but he just gives you that look — that smug little tilt of his mouth — and you feel stupid for even trying.

“what, don’t like being taken care of?” he asks once, pressing a delicate gold chain into your palm.

you shake your head. “no, i do, i just—”

he interrupts. “good. then act like it.”

you wear the necklace the next time you see him. he notices. his hand rests at the back of your neck the entire drive.

then one night, he invites you somewhere new. not a restaurant. not the country club.

his house.

you hesitate in the doorway. it’s too clean. too sharp. glass, chrome, a sleek couch you’re afraid to sit on without messing something up.

“relax,” he says, watching you fidget in your heels. “you look like you’re scared of getting dirt on the floor.”

you shrug, embarrassed. “i just didn’t want to be too casual.”

he steps closer. pulls a little at the hem of your dress, like he’s inspecting it.

“you’re learning,” he mutters. “still a little mouthy, but you’re getting there.”

you flush. you’re not sure if it’s a compliment.

he has you sit on the floor by his feet when he loosens his tie. pours himself a drink. doesn’t offer you one. doesn’t need to.

“this is nice,” he says. “quiet. soft.”

his hand finds your hair again. thumb brushing behind your ear. he tips your chin up until your eyes meet his.

“girls like you,” he murmurs, “are always waiting for someone to tell them what to be.”

you nod. not because it’s true — maybe it is, you don’t know — but because it makes him smile.

he leans back in the chair, looking at you like a finished painting. something he’s proud of.

“keep this up,” he says, “and maybe i’ll really make you mine.”

and god help you — that makes your heart race.

[1999hiru]

relating to your recent posts, you should do jock!abby…… whos maybe a little bit of a perv 👀

- 🍒 anon

wow ... you get me so bad cherry anon . genuinely drooling at the thought of this … thank u so much for this prompt and i hope you guys enjoy !!!!!!!!! (ღˇ◡ˇ*)♡ jock! abby can ruin my life <3

also omg ... you guys really came through with the requests and i will get through them all i promise !!! i am so thankful thank u thank u thank u , i am having so much fun ♡♡♡

cw. perv! abby, thoughts of sex mentioned, oral sex

⋆˙⟡ jock! abby who can’t stop thinking about you

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jock! abby who devotes a little too much time to weightlifting instead of prioritizing her piles of lectures to catch up on, packing her bottle of protein shake and her gym bag. she's doing her usual routine when you walk by, a sweet smelling perfume accompanied by the cutest outfit she's ever seen. your hair is pinned up and there's a small towel slung over your shoulder, abby's eyes following your figure as you approach the treadmill.

jock! abby who spends the rest of her time watching you work out. while she should have been doing the rest of her scheduled lifting, she spent it pretending to be busy — observing the way your body moved as you stretched and bent over. she particularly focuses on the plumpness of your ass, staring intently. she thinks about coming up behind you and pressing her crotch against it, grinding and humping like a starved animal, her much larger hand around your throat.

jock! abby who finds herself sweating and incredibly flushed. not because of the physical activity she's doing, but because seeing you is making her unbelievably horny. she wonders how you'd look with your face covered in her spit, or your pretty legs bruised and covered in bite marks. she leaves the gym before she does something stupid, trying to move on with her day.

jock! abby who lies to her friends, saying she prepared well for their upcoming game. she boasts about how she's reached a new benching press achievement of 300, her friends in awe of her progression. they had no idea she spent the weekend rubbing herself until she was sore, thinking about the nicely dressed girl she saw at her local gym. she thought about how good you'd take her strap, her fingers.

jock! abby who wins her game against a nearby university, the entire school cheering her on from the stands as she walks through the field with a smug smile on her lips. she pulls up her jersey to wipe the sweat off her forehead before seeing you, dressed in her school's cheerleader uniform and dancing with the other girls lined up beside you. she stops in her tracks when she realizes. you're the girl. the girl she's been fucking herself non-stop to.

jock! abby who finds you in the girl's change room after the event is over. you're pulling up your jean skirt and brushing your hair when you see her leaning against one of the lockers, a little confused at first, but you figure she's waiting for someone else. why would abby anderson be there for you?

jock! abby who clears up your confusion immediately. "hey, you doin' anything later? i think we should celebrate my game." you stare at her until it clicks. she's asking you out. you give her a sugary smile, grabbing your bag and leaving with her. the walk to her car is quiet, but abby's head is anything but. she thinks about forcing you into the backseat and pulling off your clothes, running her tongue over your nipples while she's three fingers deep into your cunt.

jock! abby who brings you to a drive-in theater. she parks right at the back, inconspicuous, hidden. she listens to you talk about your cheerleading team and when you first started, how you got into it, what you're studying. your voice is as sweet as honey, and abby imagines how much sweeter it'd be if you were moaning it into her neck as she fucked you, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your body.

jock! abby who is obviously... very bothered. she's staring at you like you'll disappear if she blinks, and her cheeks are red. you can see freckles sprinkled from one side of her face to the other. she's gripping the cup of soda she had bought, knuckles turning white. "abby, are you okay? you look a little sick. can i get you something?" you frown. she shakes her head, placing the soda into one of her cup holders. "i'm okay sweetheart, but there is something you can give me."

jock! abby who sees your confused face, and suddenly your mouth is spilling a stream of moans and whimpers. you're biting your bottom lip trying to be quiet, your hands buried in abby's hair. your seat is pushed all the way back, abby squishing herself in between your legs and her mouth attached to your swollen clit. she's licking and biting gently, moaning around your cunt when you tug at her hair. she has two fingers thrusting into your tight wet heat, looking up at you to watch you fall apart. "abby, ah, please... fuck, it's too.." your stomach pools with anxiety, someone could hear you, but abby didn't care. not when she finally had a taste of you. she spits on your cunt before moving to your inner thigh, biting the flesh and licking at it like a dog. she pulls away and presses a wet kiss to your clit, "we're not done yet, baby, so be quiet for me. please?"