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Baby, It's Cold Outside

Yu Jimin (Karina) x Male Reader

Tags: ball sucking, big tits worship, body bang, creampie, dirty talk, footjob, lube, married man, riding and grinding, snow, titfucking

Word count: 4820

It was a very cold day as the winter got harsher. You definitely didn't want to go outside today. However, you started hearing some unusual noises in your backyard, finding a pretty girl playing in the snow.

"What are you doing outside in this cold weather? You're going to freeze," you said to the girl. "Sorry, my manager's car broke down, and I can't go back to my dorm, so I decided to kill some time playing in the snow," Karina answered. "Come inside; you must be freezing," you said to her. "Thank you," Karina replied.

"I'm going to prepare some hot drinks for you," you said to Karina. "You're so kind," she said, taking some of her heavy gear out as she went inside. You went to the kitchen to make a hot chocolate for Karina, wondering how such a pretty girl ended up right by your house.

Karina drank the hot chocolate you offered her. "Thank you once again," she said. "How can I pay you?" she asked. "There is no need to; I decided to protect you from the cold; it's all on me," you answered her. "Okay, fine, but what if I want to pay you anyway?" Karina asked. "What do you mean?" you asked her.

"I mean this," Karina started taking off her clothing until she was just wearing her bra and then flashed you her big and saggy tits. "I think you're going to like them; everybody seems to," she said, very confident of her assets.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you asked her, very confused by the scene but deep in your head agreeing with her; she indeed got such perfect tits. "Come on, do you wanna taste them?" Karina asked, getting up from the table and putting them right beside your mouth. You hesitated at first, but those milky melons are like magnets; you can't resist them for long.

You rested your face in Karina's left boob, much to her enjoyment. But it didn't take long for you to start sucking them like a newborn baby getting fed by his mother. Karina looked down and enjoyed the way you worshipped them, pushing her right boob as well. You closed your eyes and felt them hit you softly. "Nice and slow," she said as you felt the texture and smell of it while putting your face right between her big tits.

You softly kissed Karina's nipples. "Calm down, you're moving too fast," she said, prompting you to open your eyes. She then slowly drove them to your mouth, grabbing both her boobs and rubbing them in your face. You sniffed them, amazed by how good she smelled. You started kissing them right by their areola. "There you go," Karina said, approving it and bringing her tits together so you could play with both. Your kisses got louder and louder, and soon you were tonguing her nipples too.

"Slow down," Karina said as you tried to grope her boobs. "Just let me guide you," she continued, moving her boobs up and down your face before burying it right in the middle of her melons and using them to suffocate you, hitting the side of your face with them. "You're doing well," she said, kissing you as she tried to take it slow again, but this time, you jumped over her and grabbed her massive milkers, sucking them and slapping her nipples with your tongue, making her moan for the first time. you moved from tit to tit, leading to more moans and laughs as you slapped them together and then sucked them using no hands, making her saggy boobs stretch and then popping them out of your mouth, making sounds resembling a ballon.

"Yes," Karina approved of your moves as you kept worshipping her big tits; you slapped them against your face and then motorboated her boobs. Karina decided to pump the brakes a bit and pushed away from you, but you just kept going, stretching her arms and hitting her boobs, making her smile while doing so. She started taking her bottom clothes off one by one until she showed you her sexy ass, which you spanked as soon as it got in your sight and then slowly took her panties down while you slapped her tits.

You stared at Karina's naked body from top to bottom, amazed by how hot it was. She truly felt like a specimen from another planet, a superhuman. Pretty face, big tits, a perfect slim waist, and honey thighs, she got everything.

Karina guided you to the living room, sitting on your couch and spreading her legs for you, showing off her pink pussy in full display, massaging it and teasing you. "Hmmm, I can't wait for you to smash it. I knew the moment I saw you in the snow that you got a big cock, you were already hard for me in that freezing cold weather," she said. "I won't be going home until you put every inch of that thick cock in me, and fill me up" she continued.

Damn, you wondered how she noticed that. But Karina quickly got up and closed her legs. "Now, you're gonna tell me where your bedroom is, and I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," she said.

You loved Karina's boldness, quickly driving her to your bedroom. As soon as you two got there, she shoved you in your bed and quickly stripped you of any clothing. You were wearing a lot of them, but Karina was so fast they were all gone in less than 30 seconds. She crawled on top of the bed and kissed you while already grabbing your massive, throbbing erection. You two stayed sharing kisses for a bit, but you quickly tried to move down her body, licking her tits and grabbing her ass, to which she countered by grabbing your shaft even harder.

"I can feel it getting harder and harder for me," Karina talked dirty to you. "Your balls are so nice to touch; I hope they are full of cum; my pussy needs it," she continued as she massaged them and touched the tip of your cock with her nipples. As she did it, you dove into them and gave them a little bit. "Fucking bite that nipple," she said as you worshipped her tits again and spanked her ass. "Hmmm baby, yes, put your hands all over me," Karina said with a big smile on her face.

Karina quickly regained control, climbing on top of you and rubbing your shaft against her big tits, You spanked her ass as she kissed you, but it was difficult to contain her appetite. "Oh my God, you're so fucking hard," she said, spitting on your cock and touching the tip of it in her tits. "Fuckkkk, is it all for me?" she asked, looking at your massive cock. "Yes, all yours," you confirmed.

"Oh my gosh," Karina said as she stroked your cock, very impressed with its size; she played with your cock. "I just love feeling every inch in my hands, squeezing and stroking it," she said as she played with your foreskin. "I just want to put it in my mouth so bad," she continued, spitting on your cock again.

"Hmmm, I love feeling it on my chest," Karina said as she moved your shaft between her tits, quickly unveiling her best weapon as she started titfucking it. "I just love the way it slides up and down my big tits, nice and slow," she says. "You like the way it fucks those pretty tits too?" you asked her. "Of course," she answered.

"Oh my God, the way my tits press, it is so good," Karina says as she kisses you and then starts moving very fast. "I just love that feeling; let me rub it right on my nipple," she says as she keeps teasing your shaft with her big tits. You pour some lube on them to help her slide them better, which she approves. "Oh perfect, cover them in that," she says.

"Sensitive right there?" Karina asks as she finds different ways to move your cock between her tits each time. "Fuck, I just love playing with them," she says. "Oh shit, keep moving like that," you say as your foreskin keeps popping in and out as Karina bounces her tits and kisses you. "So good, right? Those big, fat tits wrapped around that cock," she asks, moving her tits faster and paying special attention to the tip.

"Let me rub it on my nipple," Karina says. Then she lets you grab her tits as she keeps moving them. "That cock feels so good between my tits, but I have other ways to tease it," she says, licking the tip of your cock and coughing on it. "My mouth wants to taste that cock so bad, oh yeah," she says, deepthroating your cock. "Oh, it feels so good when it touches the back of my throat. I love worshipping that cock," she says, taking it deeper in her mouth and spitting all over it.

"My mouth is watering for that cock; I can't wait for you to use it to fuck the shit out of me," Karina says. You push her head further down your shaft as she gags on it before moving to worshipping your balls. "Keep going, keep that dick wet," you say. "Yes, I will, baby," she replies. "Come here and fuck my face," she continues.

You grab Karina's pretty face and start thrusting hard against it, making her cough all over your dick. After that, she goes back to jerking your cock off and rubs her feet on your body before moving them around your cock and starting a footjob alongside a handjob. "Hmmm, my spit made that cock so slippery," she says with a big smile on her face.

Karina uses her feet to worship your cock. "That's so fucking hot; I can feel your cock enjoying it," she says, increasing the speed of her footjob and touching her toes to your balls before you grab them and keep them moving. "Perfect, keep stroking yourself with my feet," she says.

"Oh, this cock is gonna stretch me out so well," Karina says as she prepares to finally climb on top of it. "Nice and slow, yeah, ahhhh," she says as she puts it deep in her pussy from the start. "I wanna feel that whole cock in me," she says as you spread her ass, and she moves really slowly on that dick, getting herself acclimated with every inch of it. "Nice and deep in that pussy, I want every inch," Karina says.

Slowly, Karina picks up the pace, her big tits starting to bounce in front of you. "Oh God, your cock feels amazing," she says. "I love those hands in my ass," she continues as you grab them for extra grip. "You like it when I bounce on that cock?" she asks as she finally moves fast. "Yes," you answer.

"Fuck, it's so big in my pussy," Karina says as she starts shaking her ass faster, before coming to a sudden stop after a few squats. "I love grinding on that big cock," she says. "My pussy is feeling so stretched out," she continues.

Karina squats on your cock as you just watch her big tits bounce faster and faster and her moan harder and harder. "Oh yes, please," she says. You push your dick up her cunt. "Just like that, stretch my little pussy," she begs. "Perfect, I love how your balls hit my asshole," she says.

Truly, very few girls can spice things up in bed the way Karina does. You love the way she just bounces on your cock with hard squats and creams all over your cock. "That big cock makes me cum so hard; let me grind on it a bit," Karina says as she pauses her bouncing for a perfectly timed slowdown that allows her to feel every inch for longer. "My pussy is so fucking wet with this cock all the way deep inside me," she says.

"You like how I bounce on that big cock?" Karina asks. She can tell you do by the way you spank her ass as soon as she asks it. Her pussy starts queefing as she feels over the moon with your cock shaping her walls all the way deep into her cervix. She lets you pump it up a bit. "Harder, harder, right there, don't stop, don't stop," she says as your balls hit her ass cheeks.

"I need to taste it," Karina says as she climbs out of your cock to suck it. "Oh my God, that cock is so fucking hard," she continues as you feel exhausted already just by her little ride, and she keeps going with all the energy in the world, licking the tip of it like crazy and bobbing her head on it. "Oh shit," you say, trying to match her sucking with a couple of lazy thrusts that soon get fast enough to make her gag. But Karina is relentless and stays choking on your cock even with your hard pushes.

"Hey, baby, do you want to worship that pussy you just fucked?" Karina asks. "Come here," she says, lying on the bed and spreading her legs. You promptly attend to her request, diving hard inside her queefing cunt while massaging her big tits. "Such a good view of that pink pussy and amazing body, ahhhhh," Karina says as she moans. "Just fucking suck that clit, rub your face on me," she says, grabbing it as she grinds her cunt on it and squirts a bit. You quickly go crazy, moving faster and faster over her folds to match her grinding. "OH MY GOD, FUCK, OH YEAH, suck that pussy," Karina screams and moans as you only increase your speed.

"Oh my God, I'm gonna cum in your face," Karina announces as her legs shake and she squirts a fountain on your face. "Oh baby, you make me cum so hard," Karina says. "You know what? you should get a reward for that. I need that dick so fucking bad in me, put it back in my pussy as your reward," she commands.

You fuck Karina in missionary position, her spreading more lube to make it easier for you to hit deep in her pussy. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO DEEP," she screams as your cock bulges under her belly and you muffle her moans with your thumb while she massages that clit. "Stretch my fucking cunt like that," she says just as you grope her tits. Karina spreads her pussy lips open, her legs trembling again over her head.

"MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, KEEP GOING, AHHHHH," Karina says as she creams all over your cock. Your body gets. "Just spread my fucking pussy open like that, oh yeah," Karina moans like crazy as you massage her pussy and tits at the same time. You increase your speed, pinning Karina's left leg against her left tit while letting her right boob freely bounce. "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK, GIVE ME MORE; THAT'S SO MUCH COCK FOR ME. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she moans like a good slut, smiling as she gets pounded harder and harder at each minute. "OH YEAH, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEAH, AHHHHHH, MAKE ME CUM RIGHT NOW, AHHHHHH," Karina keeps moaning as your thursts keep speeding up, her big tits completely pinned to her long and thicc legs, her cunt completely spread out as you bang her body the way it should be fuck. "Bottom out inside of me," Karina moans as you hit her cervix and orgasms again.

Karina lies on her side as she lets you slide into her pussy in a spooning position, you teasing her entrance before going in. "Ohhh, work that cock in there," she begs as you stretch her pussy out slowly and suck her tits up top, pouring some lube in her still-tight hole even after all that pounding. "Spread the shit out of me, please," she demands as the lube keeps pouring on your slippery cock.

"Perfect, I can feel every inch; that's so good," she says as you take a slower, more passionate approach to digging deeper in her pussy while also paying lots of attention to kissing her neck and sucking and groping her boobs. "Nice and deep," Karina commands as she gets herself over the moon. "I love the way you suck my tits while going super deep," she says.

"Holy shit, I'm so fucking wet; I want you to fuck me harder. please, don't fucking stop," Karina commands as you increase the pace and grope her boobs harder. "Keep going, fuck me harder, AHHHHHH," Karina begs and gets it as you hit her cunt at full speed. "SPREAD MY PUSSY OPEN HOLY FUCK," she screams as you pound her and make her boobs bounce like pinballs. "FASTER, FASTER," she keeps asking and you oblige, just destroying that sexy pink pussy at will while she moans and screams. "AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, PLEASE DON'T STOP" she keeps screaming.

"I love the way you fuck my brains out," Karina says, putting her legs up and massaging your shoulders while you keep pounding her. "Turn around; I want to see that sexy ass and make those big tits bounce," you tell her. "Oh yeah," she says, immediately following as she gets herself on all fours, you massage her ass before grabbing her waist and pounding her pussy again. Karina turns around. "Let me see that big fucking dick going inside me," she says, spreading her pussy once again.

"Look how I spread my little fucking hole for you, baby," Karina says. You react and spank her ass, only making her happier. "Keep going, baby, hit that sexy ass," she says, flaunting it while her massive udders freely bounce now. She covers her ass with your lube, making it very slippery. "Rub that shit in my ass, make me shine even more than I already do," she orders. You increase the speed, making Karina moan sexily. "Take that whole fucking dick in my—oh my god, make my ass bounce, yes," she says as you grab her even harder than before. "Keep going, make those big fat tits bounce, AHHHHH," she orders, getting interrupted by another hit in her ass that makes her scream. This slut is truly untamed as she starts bouncing her ass on all fours on your cock. "I just love being fucked like that," she says.

Karina reaches to massage her clit as your cock keeps pounding her pink pussy from behind, her tits getting bouncier than ever. "Oh yeah, just fucking drill my pussy, hit me like that, oh yeah, make me cum, please, fucking destroy me, put that whole dick in me, fuck me like a slut, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK." She keeps talking even as you tie her arms behind her back in a futile attempt to tame this big tit bitch. You try to show your strength by fucking Karina as hard as you can, but that only makes the smile in her face bigger and bigger, she's truly a superhuman creature, more explosive than a supernova, capable of causing whiplash even to the strongest guy. She burns it up, spices it up and leaves nothing behind, a next level force of nature.

"Fuck, just destroy me, work that cock in there, don't be shy, baby, hit me hard and deep, spread me wide open, ohhhh, I love that cock," Karina says in the middle of a lot of smiling. You spank her ass, but it's just futile. "You keep spanking me because that sexy ass can't stop bouncing hard on your cock, poor baby," she answers. She may be the one taking the pounding, but she's the one toying with you. "Look at those fucking balls; I can feel all that cum building up, ready to explode in my perfect pussy," she says.

"You like how that big cock slides in and out of me?" Karina asks. "You like how it stretches my little pussy? Oh fuck," she continues. "Keep going, stretch me out, please, take it deep, put every inch in there, just like that, keep spreading my ass, don't take your hands off me," she keeps saying with a huge smile on her face.

"Damn it, you're such a fucking slut. I should have never let you inside my house, you big tit bitch," you say to her as Karins starts shaking her ass up and down your cock while it stays deep in her pussy. "Oh baby, come on, it was very cold out there, but as soon as I got inside I lit up the entire house, you knew from the beginning, you always wanted me, I saw the way you looked at my big tits when I was laying in the snow, guys stare at them like you did every time I enter any room," she answers, smiling once again to you.

"Oh my God, I love being stuffed by that fucking dick," Karina says as you two have been fucking in the same position for a while now. Maybe it's time to switch it up. You slow down, enjoying a last few thrusts in her cunt from behind while you spread her ass and she fingers her clit. "Fuck, my clit is so sensitive; you hit it so hard. I wanna cum again so fucking bad, make me do it, please, FUCKKKKKK", Karina says. "KEEP IN THERE, DON'T PULL IT OUT UNTIL I CUM,," Karina says, covering your cock full of her juices and laughing like a mad girl while her already very red asscheeks shake.

"Put that cock back in my mouth," Karina orders as she spits all over your dick and tastes her juices. You look at her amazing body while she slurps your shaft in her mouth. "Your cock tastes so good, hmmm," she says. "Soon you're gonna put this back inside me, make me cum again and again because I want it," she says, licking your balls and allowing you to have a perfect view of her ass. No matter how much you see of her body, it always amazes you how perfect it is from head to toe. If you were one of those mythological authors, you would definitely say Karina is the goddess of fertility with those big, saggy tits and hot body.

"Let me put that pussy in your face," Karina says as she facesits you and gives you a 69 while grinding her cunt on your mouth and covering your cock full of spit as she chokes on it without using her hands, and your tongue massages her throbbing pussy. "Ohhh yeah, let me shake my fucking pussy on you," she says as she moves her body sideways, now in a standing-up position that makes her saggy boobs drop down quite a lot while she reaches to stroke your cock.

"Tell me you want to put your cock back in me," Karina says. "I do," you promptly answer as she sits back on top of you, allowing you to suck her tits like a baby while she grinds her asscheeks on your shaft. "Hmmm, look at the way your cock likes being wrapped around my ass, just like it does to my big tits," she says. "You know, I was gonna let you fuck my ass too, but you were a bad boy, called me a slut, which I know I am, but you can't say it," she says while pouring more lube on your cock for an easier rubdown. "Because of that you're going to be facing more punishment, I'll sit that pussy on that big dick and bounce on it until your balls explode," she continues as she jerks your cock off and then inserts it back in her pussy.

"HOLY FUCK, it stretches me out so good; it feels so good in me," Karina says as she puts every single inch of that dick inside her pussy, the hood of her clit landing right where your balls are positioned. "Work that cock in there, please," she commands as you start pushing your shaft up her pussy. "I want every inch; go nice and deep," Karina says as she spreads. "Oh God, I feel so full," Karina says as you pump it up and down her pussy. "Go deep, go deep, please, ahhhhh, yesss, hmmm," she moans as your balls now hit her clit nonstop and you grope her tits, making her smile a lot.

"OH MY GOD, THAT COCK IS SO BIG," Karina screams. "HARDER, HARDER, AHHHHH, JUST GO FUCKING CRAZY IN THAT PUSSY!" she keeps pushing, trying to bounce a bit herself as it gets deeper and deeper in her cunt. "I love how it hits all the way in the back of my pussy, yes, yes, AHHHHH, PLEASSE, FUCKKK, GO DEEPER AND DEEPER IN ME, FUCK YEAH, USE THAT FUCKING SLUTTY PUSSY" she keeps moaning and rubbing her clit as you keep pounding. "I love watching my titties bounce while you fuck me," she continues as she pinches her clit while your cock piunds her and you grope her saggy bouncy tits.

"Spank my ass and let me take that fucking dick," Karina says as you clap her cheeks with your hips hitting it nonstop. "Oh, it's so fucking slippery," Karina says as your big cock keeps sliding in and out of her pussy with ease. "Give me all that fucking dick, oh God," Karina moans as you pound her harder and harder and suck her big bouncy tits, before slowing down and letting her bounce on your cock by herself as she does her squats on your cock. "Ohhh, look at my pussy just gripping the whole fucking thing," she says.

Karina clings on to your body, pressing her big chest against yours while her pussy is queefing. "Oh, I love to ride that big fucking dick, deeper and deeper each time in my pussy," she says. Her squatting only gets faster the more you spank her butt, her pussy completely obliterating your cock at each bounce. Now she's the one spanking her own ass, getting crazier and crazier and smiling each time your cock reaches the furthest depths of her pussy. "I love the way you stretch my little fucking hole; you stretch me so nice, I want to keep this dick in me all day, make my pussy sore as it pounds me like a good slut," she says.

You pull out your cock a bit and slap your tip on Karina's clit, but she's so needy at this point she can't stay a single second. Karina now bounces like a mad girl. "YES, YES, YES, GIVE ME THAT FUCKING DICK RIGHT NOW, OH YEAH, FUCK ME REALLY HARD," she screams. She's ready to make you cum at any second as her bounces get faster and faster. "I want to get this dick so fucking hard it can't stop cumming all over my pussy," she bluntly shows her intentions.

"I want you to cum in me; I want you to put your load in me, please," Karina commands. "Oh, that big cock just stretches my pussy perfectly, oh god," she says. "I want to feel that hot cum in me, my pussy is gonna make that big cock cum soon," she continues as she grinds on your cock and you suck her big tits. "You want me to grind on that cock until you cum?" Karina asks. "Yes," you answer. "Then put every last drop in me," she says.

As soon as she says these words, you promptly unload in her pussy, spreading her pussy as your cum leaks out of her pink hole. "Let me taste some of this yummy cum," Karina says as it falls on your body and she licks it, while also licking your shaft. "Hmmm, still sensitive?" she asks as your balls are completely drained and you collapse on the bed, but Karina keeps going, slurping all that cum that fell into your abs. "Hmmm, it tastes so good," she says, giving a little kiss and lick to the tip of your cock as a way to thank you. "I can never get enough of this cock," she says.

Karina leaves the room as you remain on the bed completely naked. The next thing you see when waking up is your wife. Karina had put all her clothes back, except one, which she left on the kitchen table and gave the evidence your wife needed.

"Whose bra is this?" your wife asks.

"It's yours; I bought it for Christmas," you lie to her.

"Cut the crap; my tits are not that big," she answers.

[shidoglazer]

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you expected him to reach at 6 p.m. anyways, considering how he didn’t have any regard for anyone else other than himself. but surprisingly, he showed up at your doorstep 4 p.m. sharp, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants while one of his backpack straps was hanging off his shoulder. much to your demise, your mom was the one who answered the door, and she just couldn’t stop fawning about how handsome he was. god.

“woh! you must be my daughters little college friend right? what a handsome young man you are, look at your eyes .. they’re so sharp and-” she was about to reach out to push rins bangs out of his face before you stepped in, and you swore you felt rins aura become tense when he saw you. there was a clear rivalry tension between you two. “thats enough, ma, we need to work on this project.” to which she giggles and winks to you like she’s trying to tell you to get together with him. which is nothing but infuriating.

you bring rin up to your room, shutting the door as you sat down at your study desk. “didn’t know you had so much consideration to show up on ti-” you turned your head to look at him, and he was still standing at the doorway looking completely mortified.

“..what the hells wrong with you?” “whats wrong with me? look at this room. its a trash island.” and theres nothing on your floor except a few pieces of clothes. fucking clean freak, you think.

“you’re a grown man. bear with it.” rins face looked like he just saw a ghost, slowly stepping into your room and heading over to where you were, sitting on the chair beside you and placing the bag on the floor. “your room smells.” “must’ve been your fault.”, the silence continues on, the only sounds heard is your pen scribbling against the paper. while rin .. just stares at you.

“so. what am i supposed to do? can’t you just do the work for me?” you were about to snap this pen in half from how hard you were gripping it out of anger. “you need to write a 10 page essay about community and social issues. that’s what.” rin hummed in acknowledgment as if he was just testing you, starting to get his paper out and starting to write.

though not even after a few minutes of writing, he’s already slumped against the table, staring at you again. his paper is blank except for his name and the date. you stare back at him when you notice his god awful posture.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“i don’t know how to write it.” he sounds like a confused and bored toddler at this point. you were going to rip this man in half. you took a deep breath and slapped the back of his head, and you felt heat radiating off of him. “you’re infuriating, itoshi rin.”

he got up from that slouched position, “this picture says otherwise.” he opens up his phone and you can almost guess what he’s gonna show you. “you’re trying to play the same trick on me? well- what. the. fuck.” you were quickly humbled when you saw text messages you sent to your friend,

“raw?” he cocks an eyebrow at you, and you’re internally freaking the fuck out. “i- i.. i hate you, fuck you, stupid bitch!” you can’t defend yourself anymore, so spurting out random insults will do for now. just for now though. “okay. sure.”

“you’re prettier with that mouth shut.” “i-.. i hic! hate you..” your voice was shaky, fat blobs of tears falling down your cheeks as he had you on the desk, anything that was from your waist down was stripped completely while his cock was plunging in and out of you.

it wasn’t sweet or romantic, he fucked you like he hated you (which he does, but still) but yet you couldn’t help but want more. its not your fault he was hitting all your sweet spots perfectly, its not your fault that his cock was so big that he couldn’t fit all of it in your little , pathetic hole. it wasn’t your fault your body just started grinding on him on its own!

“the feeling is mutual.” yet you both were clinging onto each others bodies like a lifeline. your arms wrapped tightly around his chest, pulling you both together while he was gripping onto the back of your thighs that were basically cum-soaked

you couldn’t make any noise, your mom was downstairs and your door unlocked, to which you have to bury your face into his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne each time you breathed, and you couldn’t believe yourself when you felt your own walls clench around his cock whenever you did, “fuck.. you’re clenching too tight, fuck’s wrong with you?” “if y’don’t kissmerightnowimgonnaburnyourhousedown,”

you lifted up your head from his shoulder, his tears and drool-soaked shoulder to look at rin. his eyebrows were furrowed and he was biting his own lip, eyes peeking up just so slightly so he could see your face. “you’re fucking pathetic.” and that probably makes both of you equal from how fast he dived in to kiss you. you could feel the blood drawing out of his lips seep onto your tongue, and one might have suspect you as a vampire they saw you desperately sucking on his lips for more.

it was only a matter of time before you both pulled away, you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes as you let out the softest, sweetest moans. rin was blushing. hard. but obviously he’d never admit that, raising one hand to slap your face though firmly but not enough to hurt. your eyebrows furrowed at that, gripping and tugging on his hair back as “revenge”, but you both know you felt his cock twitch in you as you did.

“fuck y’think y’re doing?” his breathing was ragged, voice shaky and unstable yet he tried his best to seem intimidating, like how he usually was, though the rin you were seeing right now was a hot, blushing mess. “don’t pretend you don’t enjoy t- fuck! sstop, slow down! rin, rin rinnie— haahh.. rinnie!” you let the nickname slip, arms tightening around him as he suddenly started pounding into you at a ravenous pace, the sound of your skin slapping together continuously was definitely loud enough for anyone to hear.

“its rin, brat.” he took a deep sigh, and if you had a microphone to his mouth you’d be able to hear his soft whimpers whenever he exhaled. “m’close, inside or out?” but you were basically fucked dumb at this point from his pace, tears falling down your face from pleasure as you felt a knot in your stomach, “d-don’t knoww..” rin clicked his tongue in frustration, and just as soon as he was on the edge, you came with your clit untouched and he quickly pulled out, starting to stroke himself, releasing his cum on your stomach as he let out a low groan. “fuck..”

you both stayed there idle for a few moments, nothing exchanged between you two except laboured breaths. you fell limp against the wall behind you as he let go of you, grabbing a few tissues to wipe his cum off your stomach, then pulling his pants back up casually. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” and you immediately shot up, “what?! no! you just fucked me and you’re leaving immediately?..” ..you didn’t know how to feel. it was bittersweet. though, mostly bitter.

“what else do you want me to do?” “..just expected some, after care or something. whatever.” the way you frowned made rin feel nauseous. (his way of saying having butterflies in his stomach) and he groaned in annoyance, picking you up effortlessly and throwing you over his shoulder like you were just a sack of potatoes. “wheres your bathroom?” “ah!- rin! i, um. the right side,” he let out a hum of acknowledgement before heading to the bathroom.

he set up a bath, threw you in and grabbed a random towel from the cabinets, setting it beside the tub. you fell asleep almost instantly after being soaked in warmth.

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part 2

a/n i fucking hate memi message why is it crashing every 10 mins stg

[soobsim]

workaholic c.sb

(i'm literally obsessed, idc i had to. this is very rushed..but i had to channel it somewhere)

[DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, service-dom!soobin x afab!reader, soobin is sooooo sweet, praising and use of 'sweetheart' x100, oral (f. receiving), alot of dirty talk, kinda fluff]

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picture this soobin as your husband, who's down bad for you but also, so damn ambitious. he works anytime he can, may it be on his business, or his side hustles.

if he wasn't spending time with you, he'd be in his study room, glued to his computer. as attractive as that was, there were times you wish he'd keep his work aside and focus on you. and you alone.

so, you decide to be a distraction, to the point that he can't ignore you. that in mind, you walked into his study dressed in one of his huge shirts.

soobin didn't bother to look up, already knowing that it must be you. he only looked up at you when you rested your palms on the opposite end of his study table and leaned against it.

his expression faltered very subtly, seeing you: not just drowning in his shirt, but also...the first three buttons undone, your lace bra peeking out and showing off your cleavage.

the shirt ended right underneath your ass, from where your underwear connected with the lace stockings. he realised fast enough that you were wearing lingerie under his shirt.

soobin's eyes traveled down your entire form, so comfortable yet sensual at the same time. "what are you trying to do, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice hoarse due to not having used it for hours.

you shrugged innocently, as if you didn't know that this would turn your man on. without a word, you lifted yourself up and onto the study table.

soobin watched silently as you shut the flap of his laptop and crawled towards his end of the table. so now, you were sitting on the edge of the table, while he was seated on his chair, in front of you.

"i'm missing you, baby." you smiled ever so obliviously as you extended you leg towards him, between his legs, precisely. as expected, his length was straining against his pants and your foot pressing against it? did not help.

soobin groaned and grabbed your ankle, "y/n, fuck." he rasped and looked up at you with his eyes bathed in desire. "do you need something or are you just teasing?" he breathed out, trying not to jump you immediately.

you caught your bottom lip between your teeth and grinned, "mhm, your cock." you said shamelessly. and, soobin loved that. he loved when you'd get bold and vulgar.

you had him wrapped around your finger anyway, so he didn't hesitate to get up from his chair and tug at your ankle. his clothed bulge pressed against the lace of your panties as he positioned his body between your legs.

his lips found yours in a hurried kiss, all tongue and teeth. his hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling you further towards the edge of the study table.

soobin's tongue muffled your moan when grinded his hips against your clit, as if there were no layers between your bodies. he was aggressive with his kisses, trailing his lips down your jaw and neck, to you chest.

one of his hands pushed you to lay flat on the table and started unbuttoning his shirt, that you were wearing. well, not anymore. his lips followed his fingers, kissing down your chest and stopping at your bra's lace.

soobin's gaze flickered up to meet yours as you watched him dart his tongue out and trace the edge of the bralette. you exhaled heavily, closing your eyes at the warmth of his tongue and mouth as he marked your skin with a hickey, simulatneously unclasping your bra.

once he did, he pushed the material out of his way and latched his mouth onto your nipple. a loud whimper escaped your lips and your hands shot up to bury themselves in his soft black hair.

"you missed me that much, sweetheart?" he teased as his tongue flicked over the perked up bud. "needy, are we?" he continued, occassionally rubbing his aroused member against your clothed pussy.

your mouth fell open and the back of your head met with the wooden surface, "soobin, come on..please.." you mewled, slightly bucking your hips as well.

but, soobin didn't let that happen, holding your hips down. "what? you think you'll get my cock, just because you asked for it?" he chuckled and raised his head to face you.

you furrowed your brows as a form of protest, but he beat you to it. "patience, sweetheart." he whispered against your skin as his lips travelled down your stomach.

soobin lowered onto his knees, his face finding home between your legs. he brought his thumb to trace over your clit, feeling your arousal through the lace. "so wet for me," he mumbled with a satisfied smile before hooking the waistband of your underwear.

he looks up at you, "come on, sweetheart. watch me make you feel good, hm?" he encouraged as he pull your panties down.

if you weren't worked up enough, his words only made it worse. but, how can you deny him when he asks like that? you forced yourself to lift your head, propping your upperbody on your elbows.

soobin smiled up at you as he threw the lace material to the side, "such a good girl." he praised before leaning forward and letting his breathe fan your bare heat.

you shivered, only to gasp a second later, when flattened his tongue over you moist entrance and licked his way up to your clit.

you were already floating on clouds, by the time he started suckling on your pussy like a starved man. his teeth grazed against your flesh ever so gently, followed by his tongue to soothe the effect.

your fingers dug in his hair, fisting it and tugging at it as you tried to grind against his mouth. but, his grip on your hips restricted you, letting him control the extent of your pleasure.

"s-soobin," you whined when he pushed his tongue inside you, retreating it almost immediately.

he didn't mind the way your juices trickled down his chin, he was more focused on feasting on you. he licked several stripes over your slicked heat, "always taste so good, sweetheart." he hummed against your clit before jamming his tongue back in and sucking in sharply.

that alone had you shaking and you could feel your climax approaching, "'m so close, baby, please.." you begged, to which soobin responded by loosening his hold on your hips.

your hips shifted instinctively, rolling in sync with his mouth as he ate you out. "just like that, sweetheart. come for me." were the last words you heard from him before you came all over his tongue, which he made sure lick clean.

[toorusluvr]

... 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

characters: sylus (love and deepspace) x f!reader

content warnings: vaginal penetration sex + p in v + cowgirl position + mirror sex + sylus being cocky and sarcastic + kneeling sex + missionary sex + unprotected sex + not proofread lol i'm sorry this was written on a whim

notes from nis: my first ever sylus smut lol he has been on my mind ever since the first day he was announced! he has no business being this hot! anyway, if you're also a haikyuu fan pls check out my series featuring iwaizumi hajime ehe. as usual, your likes, reblogs, and comments are very much appreciated! <333 listen to around me - metro boomin ft. don toliver while reading! (only bcs i listened to it on repeat while writing this it's my new fav song atm!!)

sylus who got really interested and was in awe the entire time you were riding him. sylus sees himself as someone who would rather take the initiative in everything that he does, especially sex. after all, he always carries this dominating aura to wherever he goes. but he's not dumb enough to turn down his sweet little girlfriend's intriguing offer to be on top. you wanna show him? go ahead, sweetie. he's your audience and he wants you to entertain him. stun him, make him praise you.

what got sylus going was how enthusiastic you looked when you were on top of him, riding him to the extent your legs were sore enough to walk the moment after. sylus's cock was big and thick. it was no picnic to be on top, taking all of him while trying to work on your hips back and forth, grinding on his cock. you whimpered and moaned endlessly. from grinding to bouncing on his cock but he never once interrupted your hard work.

"mm, sylus, please. need you," you whined, hips stuttering to continue fucking yourself dumb on his cock. it's been almost half an hour but your orgasm was so close yet so far. sylus knew you were starting to get desperate to come, to chase that high you were desperate for. but, he needed you to last longer so you know he won't be giving in to you easily.

sylus's laugh was deep and warm, like the gentle roll of thunder. his eyes crinkled and his shoulders shook as his chuckles filled the room. "sweetie, you know the drills when you got on top of me. why don't you be a good girl and finish what you started, hm?" his hand then smacked your bottom as a sign of disapproval. seemed like sylus wasn't too happy when you were whining to him.

you threw your head back, groaning in frustration. this man wouldn't let you give up easily. said that you must persevere no matter what the occasions are. you must rise and be the strongest. but not like this! not when you were vulnerable, aching and desperate for him to take control.

both your hands were now planted on his sculpted chest. his chest glistened with sweat, a bit slippery for you to hold. you then moved closer, your tits pressed against his chest. your arms circled around his broad shoulders. sylus shifted uncomfortably beneath you as he felt your hardened nipples brushed against his sensitive chest. fuck.

again, you rocked your hips, slowly grinding on his cock filling you up so good. all warm and thick inside of you. there was a large full-length mirror next to his bed. from ceiling to floor kind of mirror. he installed it long time ago but you never knew what purpose does it serve. maybe now it finally clicked in your mind.

you've always enjoyed seeing yourself in the mirror or any other reflective surface. maybe this moment needed you to focus on yourself instead of the man underneath you. slowly, you got up. your attention was no longer on sylus but the mirror next to the bed. sylus then shifted his gaze towards the mirror too. now, both of you were staring into each other's eyes through the reflection.

your naked bodies exposed, displaying your most intimate time together. slowly, you rocked your hips, trying to find your rhythm. the tip of his cock nudging your sensitive spot with each thrust. your soft yet heavy pants coming from you filled sylus's room. the man didn't even bat an eye at your noises. his hands then moved to your waist, keeping your hips steady.

since sylus won't take control, you decided to take the matter into your own hands. you know too well he'd end up a whining mess if you started bouncing on his cock. since he was too smug to help you, you planted both your hands on his lower abdomen. your hips moved sensually, grinding on him slowly before you got on your knees and moved up and down his cock. sylus let out a staggered breath once he felt your cunt clenched tightly around his aroused cock.

his larger hands had a firm grip on your waist. he didn't even have to guide your hips now that you did it all by yourself. you alternate between grinding and bouncing up and down his cock. sylus let out soft grunts when your hips started moving faster, just fucking yourself with his cock. what pissed him off was that your attention wasn't even on him but the stupid mirror.

you looked at your drop dead gorgeous reflection in the mirror, bouncing up and down his cock. your tits jiggled with each bounce. you whimpered pathetically at the way his cock nudged your most sensitive spot. "fuck me," you muttered under your breath.

sylus's eyebrows knitted as he grumbled, "you're already doing that, sweetie. using my cock like a sex toy, huh?"

still, you weren't looking at him. he got frustrated so he flipped both of you over. he had the upper hand and he used it to his advantage. he couldn't stand not looking at you in the eyes. to not have your attention on him is fatal to him. sylus needs those beautiful pair of eyes to be on him at all times.

you squealed the moment he used his force to flip you guys over. your back pressed against his bed, his height towered over you. "what's so interesting about that mirror, hm? i need your eyes on me, kitten," he spoke in between sharp intakes of breath, each exhalation coming out raggedly.

sylus's thrust was merciless. he kept fucking you like tomorrow doesn't exist. his patience runs thin when he's inside you. he loves taking his time with you but now, he just wants to make you a crying mess. you stumbled upon your words, unable to speak when your cunt being stretched by his thick cock.

you clawed against his back. several faint scratches decorating his muscular back. "fuck, sylus! give me more, please!"

sylus then cupped your chin when you had your eyes shut. he tightened the hold on your cheeks, "open your eyes, sweetie. i need your eyes on me or else i'll leave you high and dry. eyes on me, sweetie. it's now or never." sylus's voice was a dark, smooth blend of sensuality and power, each words punctuated with a commanding edge. typical sylus.

feeling so dazed in your lust, you slowly opened your eyes. his handsome face came into your sight. hair all messy and some strands were sticking to his forehead that was glistened with sweats. he smirked, crimson eyes looking down at you. his gaze filled with hidden desires.

sylus once again flipped both of you over. this time, he got you on all fours, positioning you in front of the mirror. you gasped loudly when he didn't give you any break from his punishing thrusts. at this point, your cunt could remember his cock so damn well. you tried hanging your head low, shying away from the intense gaze sylus was giving you. but he tugged on your hair, making you squeal.

it's like he had you on a leash with the way he tugged on your hair. not until he pressed your back against his front. now both of you were skin to skin again. sylus's ragged breaths felt warm, tingling your ear. you gulped hard. the heat radiating from sylus's body engulfed your skin. sweats started to run along your back. both of you were sweaty and satiated but no one had their first orgasm yet.

"fuck, look at you, sweetie. looking grumpy just because you cannot make yourself come, hm?" sylus's words taunted you. a smirk tugged in the corner of his lips seeing your frustrated expression. yeah, he hit a nail with that one. "my cock is not good enough for you, sweetie?"

you wanted to tell him to shut his mouth but that would be fatal. nah, he won't kill you. he loves you too much. still. you don't dare to go that route yet. "please, sy. i'm tired," you tried bargaining. a negotiation with the devil? yeah, best of luck to that.

sylus scoffed. his jaw ticked at your pitiful plea. "no, not yet, sweetie," he groaned, head thrown back. sylus stifled the rising impulses to come inside you, but he pushed them down with deliberate effort to maintain control over his cold reactions. "ah, fuck," he cursed under his breath.

he fucked you hard and fast, to the point you got overstimulated and tears started streaming down your face. sylus made you watch you cried your eyes out while being pounded relentlessly. your tits jiggled with each punishing thrust. it was sinful, really. but the devil has seen worse. this was blissful. a piece of heaven he could get.

"ah, sylus!" you screamed at the top of your lungs. sylus's hand reached down to cup your pussy, thumb ghosted over your clit. he let his touch lingered there for a while. eventually, he started to draw circles on your puffy clit, waiting for your orgasm to break loose. your breaths came in erratic bursts, each one uneven and sharp as if you were struggling to catch up.

sylus felt the way your pussy clenched around his cock so tightly, it might never want to leave. it was pushing him to his limits too. fuck fuck fuck. he couldn't do this dance any longer. he pushed your body down to the bed, pressing on your back as you arched your back for him. his cock pounded your pussy harder that each breath that came out of you felt hard. you cried with each breath until your orgasm finally broke, releasing the high and endorphins all over the system.

"fuck," you sobbed as you gathered your breath slowly. sylus fucks like a mad man. but he was yet to come so he used you, he used your pussy until his come, hot and thick, filling your womb to the brim. though a wave of dizziness threatened to overtake him, sylus steadied himself and pushed through, determined to check on his girlfriend.

"fuck, sweetie. you were..." he ran out of words. but sylus managed to pick where he left off, "you were so good for me."

you let out a breathless chuckle, "you must persevere, yeah sure i did, babe."

sylus's chuckle was a deep, gravelly rumble, each note rasping out with a rich, textured quality. "mhm, using my words against me, sweetie? have i underestimated your determination or overestimated your intellect?"

he then laid you down on his bed, limbs tangled with each other. both of you tried to gather your consciousness and breath together. "love to see you get all worked up, sweetie," he whispered before planting a kiss on your cheek. "like a feisty kitten." you then hit him on the chest. what a way to ruin your post-orgasmic bliss. sylus must be tone deaf since he cannot read the room at all. but he's a damn good guy when he wants to be and you happen to love both his good and bad sides. that's what makes him even more special.

divider creds to cafekitsune <3

[preciosapascal]

Lazy mornings

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Words count: 1.3k

Rating: NSFW, +18, MDNI.

Tags: smut, no sarah, preoutbreak!joel, petnames, unprotected pinv, basically PWP, not proofread

A/N: alright so, I have like 7 pedro character drafts yet I knocked this one out in just over an hour. first time posting on here so pls let me know what you think!! i'm stuck on like ALL of my stories yet wrote this fast and i'm annoyed with myself but here we are ig. enjoy <3 also @berryispunk i said i'd tag you when i posted my first fic so here you go <33

Lazy mornings with Joel are your favourite. Most nights he gets home from work extremely tired from the day so he just showers, spoons you and falls asleep, murmuring into the back of your neck how he'll make it up to you in the morning, though you never expect him to. You're more than happy just to snuggle him and sleep too.

The best mornings are when he either isn't working till the afternoon, or isn't working at all that day. He wakes up first anyway, his body clock used to the early wake up and instantly presses little kisses to the side of your neck, his hands trailing up and down your side softly.

You stir, a sleepy smile on your face as you slowly wake up. "morning, baby." you say softly, stretching a little. "what time is it?"

He glances at the alarm clock next to his side of the bed. "eight." he mumbles, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and planting a couple more kisses there.

"You sleep alright?" he asks, his hand slipping under your shirt, teasing the skin of your hip.

"Mhm. Had a dream we were getting nasty in a jacuzzi." you laugh a little.

Joel raises an eyebrow. "A jacuzzi, huh?" he asks, jokingly. "Don't believe we've ever tried that one before." he chuckles gruffly, his hand slowly roaming across the bare skin on your stomach.

"I saw an ad on TV about one last night, must be what triggered it." you say, closing your eyes and his fingers roam your skin.

"Mm. Sounds like a good time..." He replies, pulling the hem of your t-shirt up and over your head. You shift up, making it easier for him to remove it completely.

"you think?" you ask softly, craning your neck to look at him behind you.

He hums in response, pressing kisses to your bare shoulder. "Could be fun." he murmurs again your skin between playful nips as he throws your shirt somewhere behind him.

He continues peppering kisses on your neck, shoulder and back, one hand running down your side, up your stomach and up to your chest to cup on of your tits and squeezing gently. He kisses behind your ear before inhaling your scent there.

You shiver, goosebumps erupting all down that side of your body, letting out a soft moan as his thumb brushes over your nipple, making you instinctively grind your ass into his crotch.

He goes back to kissing your neck and he hand slips from your breast down to your mound, fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties.

His index and middle fingers run over your folds, a featherlight and teasing touch that he knows will drive you crazy. "Fuck, you're already soaked." he rasps against the shell of your ear, eyes locked on his hand between your legs.

"mhm." you sound, voice wavering as his fingers gather your slick that's pooled at your entrance before running them up and rubbing circles on your clit.

You let out a soft moan, hooking your leg backwards over his, opening yourself up a little more for him.

His fingers slide down to your soaked hole once more and he dips his fingers in, making you curse softly. He lets out a moan of his own, grinding his hard cock against your ass. "you want it, baby?"

"yeah...need you." you almost whine, needing more than what he's giving you as you reach behind you, attempting to pull his boxers down.

He hisses as your nails run over his hip bone, making his cock twitch. He impatiently pulls his boxers down to his knees then pulls your panties down your thighs with one hand.

"you ready for me, baby?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his voice, despite his own heavy breathing and yet knowing you're more than ready for him by now.

You whine a response, shifting against his hard length. He hooks a hand under your left knee, opening you up to him before he prods your entrance with his fat cock, making you both moan.

He slips inside you slowly, burying his face in your neck again, his facial hair feeling scratchy against the soft skin of your neck.

"you feel so fucking good." he mumbles, pulling out almost completely before pushing all the way in again. "squeeze me baby...that's it, just like that.." he groans as you tense around him, your breathing picking up.

He soon changes up the slow pace, moving his hips against yours faster and harder now, hitting that spongey spot inside your cunt over and over again, making you unable to form a coherent sentence.

"baby...mmfuck." you whimper, the heat building in your stomach with each snap of his hips.

His free arm slips under your neck, his hand tilting your head back so he can see the blissed out look on your face.

His jaw ticks as he looks at you, your eyes squeezed shut, mouth slightly open and little moans and curses spilling from your pretty lips.

His eyes dart between your expression and where your bodies meet, watching his cock disappear in and out of you.

"So..fucking..hot." he thrusts harder with each word before catching your lips with his. You whimper against his lips, happily taking his tongue into your mouth and moving your own against it.

The hand of the arm that's around your neck reaches down to cup one of your tits again as he continues rutting into you. Every sound coming from you drives him further, making him move against you more desperately.

"tell me baby, tell me how- oh fuck - how good it feels." he rasps, teeth grazing your jaw.

"so fucking good baby...m'getting so close." you say between stuttered gasps.

His hand moves from holding your leg up back down to your clit, rubbing tight circles over your swollen bud. The added sensation brings you even closer.

"Yesyesyes." you cry out, grasping his free hand with your own as your cunt clamps down on him like a velvet vice.

His hips stutter and he pants in your ear. "That's it, darlin'. you gonna come for me, yeah?"

You moan in response, leaning your head back against him. "Come on, pretty girl." he encourages, his fingers moving a little faster against you now and his cock still at the same perfect pace.

"fuck...gonna come." you manage to cry out, still clinging onto his hand.

"tha's it, baby, c'mon now..." he murmurs against your neck as he himself is right on the edge with you.

His words are enough to finally send you over the edge. Your back arches off of his front as waves pleasure ripple through your entire body and a string of moans escape you.

Joel grunts and curses as his orgasm hits him, painting your walls with hot ropes of come as his fingers don't let up on your clit, whispering breathless words in your ear about how perfect you are and how fucking beautiful you look when you come, between kisses on your cheek, jaw and neck.

His fingers slow, bringing you down gently as you come down from your high. He slowly withdraws from inside you, breathing in sharply as he does.

His hand moves from your spent, sensitive mound to your hip, tracing circles with his thumb.

After a few moments of comfortable silence and waiting for your breathing to regulate, you turn so you chest is now against his. He wraps his arms round you and kisses the top of your head. He shifts a little and winces.

"you okay, baby?" you ask him, running a hand up and down his back.

"yeah, just my back hurts a little after work. i'll be alright, though." he sighs softly. You hum, still rubbing his back and then you look up at him.

"maybe we should go to a spa or something. could get a proper professional massage, y'know?" you suggest, kissing his chin.

"hm. I like massages from you, though." he murmurs, brushing some hair out of your face.

"yeah, but guess what they have that we don't?" you say, unable to hide a smile. He raises an eyebrow in amusement, silently urging you to continue.

"A jacuzzi." you reply, with a shit-eating grin on your face.

[cherryapplefish]

Think I'll Melt (Right Into You)

Pairing: Caleb x Reader

Tags: explicit sexual content, spit play, insecure reader, fem!reader, needy caleb, cunnilingus, coercion, slight dubious consent

Summary: Caleb finds out why you won't let him eat you out. He asks you to let him try anyways.

Caleb wants to taste you. 

He adores the way you fall apart under his ministrations. Soft, pliant, sweet. He loves watching you angle your head back to give him more access to your neck, loves the way you arch into his fingers as they ghost along your body teasingly, loves the way you cant your hips up as you try to get him to fuck you. 

It’s a sight to see but he wants to taste you. 

You let him press his tongue into your mouth, lick, taste, explore every inch. And god do you taste fucking wonderful, he thinks as he sucks on your tongue before he drops his mouth open expectantly. 

“Spit in my mouth,” he commands and he hears you moan, watches your thighs squirm in anticipation. He knows you must be feeling the same, intense arousal that he feels and he loves knowing that he affects you just as badly as you do to him. 

Except maybe he feels it more, he thinks, groaning when you open your mouth, hovering over him before allowing the saliva that’s pooled onto your tongue drip down into his mouth. 

“Fuck,” he groans as he follows up the string of saliva to capture your mouth once more. More. More. More. 

He needs more. 

And you give. You’re not greedy about allowing him to have your saliva, to kiss along your body but maybe there is one thing you’re greedy about. 

You won’t let him eat you out. 

Every time Caleb kisses down your body, even remotely begins to duck his head between your thighs, you cup his face and pull him back in for another kiss.

”Just fuck me already,” you’ll plead and Caleb gives just as much as he gets so he pushes your legs forward by the back of your thighs, hands placed just below your ass as he spreads you open, and fucks into you. His hips roll over and over and over again, cock driving deep into your velvet walls. 

“Fuck, you’re so soft princess,” he whispers, the head of his cock grinding against your cervix as he kisses along your neck. “So soft and wet and all mine. This sweet cunt is all mine.” 

And so in those moments, Caleb forgets that you don’t let him eat you out. 

Except it’s kind of hard to forget now, Caleb thinks as he grinds against you. 

He’s got you hoisted onto the kitchen counter, their dinner long forgotten in favor of Caleb’s craving for something more than food. His hands brace your hips, keeping you still as he fucks his aching cock against your slick panties. 

Fuck, you’re so wet. He can hear it every time he rolls forward, feels the slide getting easier, feels your slick beginning to soak into his pants. 

“Ah, princess,” he breathes out, voice shaky as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties. 

“Let me taste you. Please,” he begs, licking into your mouth. He doesn’t really want to hear you give him an answer because he’s sure you’ll say no. Instead, he’s trying to coax you into it, giving you an example of what his tongue will do as it fucks into your mouth the way he wants to do to your cunt. 

He feels you stiffen beneath him before you shake your head, pulling back to make sure Caleb understands your answer. 

Your cheeks are flushed red, lips swollen and eyes dazed but he can see the panic within them. Which is surprising because he’d been so sure that you’d been refusing him every time because you didn’t like it but why did you look scared?

He pauses only because he sees the insecurity in your eyes, wants to make sure you’re okay before they continue. 

“Hey, what is it pipsqueak,” he whispers as he cups your face, thumbing over your cheek. He watches you avert your gaze, pushes down his eagerness to solve all their problems now and instead focuses on how you feel. 

“You can tell me,” he continues and he forces you to look up at him. He’s always wanted to be your safe space. He’s always wanted to be someone that you could tell anything and everything to without fear of repercussions and yet now, he worries, because this beautiful girl who he’s been in love with since he laid eyes on her is too afraid to tell him the truth. 

Who’d hurt you so badly that you refuse to even speak to him? 

He watches your teeth catch on your bottom lip nervously before he reaches out to pull it out, worried you’ll break skin. 

“Sweetheart,” he coos softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose and then your forehead. 

“Do you not like it? Does being eaten out make you uncomfortable?”

You look away again, even though Caleb is forcing you to face him, you avoid his gaze before giving him the slightest nod. Part of him aches but he understands. He would never force you into anything you really don’t want to do and he’s just about to tell you that when you continue. 

“I- my last boyfriend…he-he said I tasted gross so he didn’t like to go down on me,” you grumble under your breath and Caleb has to blink in surprise. Once. Twice. Three times. 

What?

“Who,” he breathes out as he presses closer, hips grinding forward, almost angry and definitely possessive. 

“Who said you tasted gross? Was it that loser Todd? I always knew there was a reason I didn’t like him,” he grunts in complaint before he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you forward once more. 

He grins when he hears you giggle, interrupting it with a moan as his fingers slip under your skirt to rub at your clit over your panties. 

“You’re not made out of sugar, princess, as much as I tell you you’re sweet, doesn’t mean you’re meant to taste like ice cream,” he explains as he begins to press kisses along your jaw, down your neck, over your collarbone. 

Each one intentional, accompanied with a lick, tongue laving over skin that he’s nipped. 

“That doesn’t mean you won’t taste fucking delicious,” he continues and then he’s pulling you to the edge of the counter and dropping to his knees before you. He sees the way you grimace, nervous. 

“Princess, let me try it just once,” he pleads. “If I don’t like it, I’ll stop but I promise you that I will. You trust me don’t you? Just once.” 

And only when he gets your nod of approval does he lean in and inhale deeply. His nose fills with your musk and god is it intoxicating, he thinks as he presses his face deeper into your clothed cunt. 

“Princess,” he moans, mouthing over the wet patch that has formed on your panties. ”Fuck was he wrong. You taste fucking delicious.” 

He hears you moan, scalp stinging as you curl your fingers tight into his hair and press him forward with a whine. Caleb takes pleasure in making you feel good and as much as he’d like to say he’s being selfless, doing this to make you feel good and secure about yourself, he knows this is just as much for his own selfish reasons if not even more so. 

He’s wanted to press his face into this sweet pussy from the day you’d let him touch you in ways that were more than chaste and now he was finally getting what he wanted. 

His tongue presses over your clothed slit, teasing, tasting. God, tasting. You taste fucking delicious. 

“I lied,” he murmurs as he slides his lips up to suck over your clit. “You do taste sweet. Like fucking ice cream. Melting right into my mouth. Ah fuck, they didn’t realize what a fucking treat they had in their hands.” 

Thinking about it drives him insane. Thinking about how another man had his mouth on you, if even in just the slightest, drives him wild with possessiveness but he plans to burn away all that. He’s going to bury every memory you have of fucking another man and ensure that you only think about him when you need sex. 

He’s going to make you think about his fingers, his mouth, his cock. He’s going to make you want to be eaten out and every time, you’re going to crave only his tongue fucking you open. 

“Caleb,” you whine. The sound of you calling his name has him looking up and god do you look amazing, eyes lidded, lip tucked between your teeth, chest rising and falling as you pants. 

“You like it, sweetheart,” he asks as he hooks a finger into the fabric separating them and then pulls it aside. You’re leaking, slick spilling out over your folds and flowing down onto the counter beneath you. Caleb loves it. He loves knowing that it's his saliva and your slick mixing together, pooling between your thighs. 

He sees the faint twitch of your head as you nod before he grins and dives in once more. His eyes stay on you as his tongue pushes between your folds, making direct contact with the sweet pussy only his cock has been privy to. 

And once he starts, he can’t stop. Not when he finally has your walls clenching around his tongue, when your thighs are finally bracketing his head, when you’re grinding your hips into his face like your life depends on it. 

Fuck whatever loser had told you you hadn’t tasted good, he thinks as he wraps an arm around your thigh, keeps you still as his tongue fucks into you before sliding up to flick over your clit. You taste fucking amazing and god are you so fucking warm, so fucking perfect. 

Caleb is never going to be able to stop. He’s going to eat you out three times a day as if you’re a meal he can’t skip. 

“Caleb,” you cry out and he looks up, watches the way your hips twitch. He can tell you’re close, feels it in the way you grind against him eagerly, your legs closing tighter around his head. God, he wants you to suffocate him, strangle him between your thighs. He’d fucking die like this if he could. 

“Yeah princess,” he murmurs into your clit, knows that the vibration must do something to you because you cry out and grind into his mouth. “‘S okay. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth. Please, princess. Want to taste you. Want to have you cum on my tongue.” 

The encouragement is all you need. In just moments your body tenses as your orgasm washes over you and then you’re cumming. Caleb licks it all up, lapping at the slick that spills out but he’s relentless, ignoring your cries as you try to push him away and licks and licks and licks until you squirts. 

He groans as your essence shoots out, spraying across his face and flowing from the counter down to the floor. 

“Yeah, god, yes, princess,” Caleb groans as he catches as much as he can. It’s only when you’ve gone limp does he finally let up, standing to press his mouth to yours. 

“Good girl. Did such a good job, princess,” he murmurs and then he’s pulling your underwear down, letting it hang off one ankle as he lines up his cock with your entrance. He leans in to press their mouths together, to let you taste just how delicious and sweet you taste. 

“Gonna fuck you now,” he breathes into your mouth. “You can take it right?” 

take a shot every time i write the word "fuck"

[gnawsy]

somno with amab sevika??? like she fucks you while you sleep and feels no remorse about it during or after (fic not bot hehe)

content warnings › amab sevika. somno. unrealistic concept of cum. got a little lazy towards the end.

Fuck work. Fuck the council. Fuck her life. Fuck everything.

Tossing her cloak onto the dirty, cluttered floor; she treks deeper into the flat she shares with you. the heavy thump of her boots on the hardwood doing nothing to wake you. always having slept like the dead.

her expression softens considerably as her gaze lands upon you, the organ in her chest thumping rapidly against her ribcage with pent up emotion. you look so peaceful there. limbs sprawled out on the couch, face pressed into one of the many pillows you took from the bed into the living room. you were probably trying to stay up and wait for her, how sweet.

"you gotta be kidding me." she sneers, though it's said with fondness. prosthetic hand glides down your back, sharpened claws teasing at the satin nightgown you wore. the fabric riding up your ass, pink panties clinging to your skin. the shade a wonderful compliment to your complexion.

feeling you up, she tries to ignore the oh so sudden tightness in her pants. no. you're sleeping. quite cutely, might she add.

but..her body says otherwise.

her cock twitches impatiently in her pants, precum leaking out to stain the front if her girlshorts. the strain of the fabric does little to alleviate the raging fire in her loins. she has to do something about this, soon. like, now, soon.

you did say she was always welcome to use you whenever.....that must apply when you're sleeping, right?

"nah, she won't.." sevi huffs, climbing on top of you, knees settling on either side of your waist. pulling your panties to the side with her thumb, more than a little disappointed to not find you wet. but, again, you're sleeping. "..she won't mind."

pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, her other hand aids in shimmying herself out of her pants and underwear. head swollen and drooling with need. thick globs of pre dripping onto the apex of your inner thigh, pushing your legs apart with the utmost precision as to not wake you. she needs this, right now.

first, she starts off with just grinding herself between your cheeks. veiny cock pulsating against your supple flesh, manipulating it to her will with cold hands. her forehead dips down to rest against your shoulder, hot breaths warming the nape of your neck. the room beginning to fill with the musky scent of her arousal.

a little “mm," escapes you. but, that's all. then, you're right back asleep. the claws of slumber dragging you back into the dark depths that is your mind.

after thanking the heavens, she grabs the base of her shaft; sliding her swollen head down to tease against your entrance. slick slowly gathering to coat her tip.

her breathing stutters, forcing the lump in her throat to go down before slowly easing her way inside of you. no preparation was probably a bad idea, yes, but she can’t wait that long. and it’d probably would’ve woken you up, anyways.

“So..” huff, “..tight.”

her mouth drops open once she pushes herself all the way in— and god, does it feel amazing.

tying the back of your gown up with wobbling fingertips to ensure the pesky satin stays in place, she finally begins to move. not bothering to silence her moans as her powerful hips drag back and forth, forcing little puffs of air from your lungs and out your mouth.

it’s then when your body begins to respond, cunt clamping down around her intruding member; making it almost impossible for her to continue thrusting. she has to comfort and slowly coax your body to loosen back up for her, and boy does it piss her off! but, that’s what she gets for no prep.

once you’ve finally relaxed again, she continues. big hand forcing your face into the pillow as she fucks you into them. you don’t seem like you’re going to wake up anytime soon, so what’s really stopping her from going harder?

little moans and mewls make their way out of your mouth, brows furrowed, lips wet with spittle. your hips twitch occasionally, like you’re trying to fuck yourself on her cock. even in an unconscious state, you’re still needy as fuck.

“greedy little..” the words die on her tongue as her voice breaks down into sharp gasps, fingers curling into your scalp. if she only knew what you were dreaming about right now. she’d never let you live it down.

"suckin' me in so well. sure you're not awake down there?" her words are mean to taunt, to tease. pelvis smacking against the fat of your ass with a brutality that's sure to leave bruises, heavy balls smacking against your poor clit with each feral thrust of her hips. it's almost forcing you to cum, right then and there. and who would she be to complain? she'd love it if you made a mess on her.

it's not before long before the heat in her belly is boiling like a volcano waiting to erupt; she's about to cum. her cock pulsates inside of your constricting heat, stomach pressed flat against your back. and, suddenly, you're being filled.

thick spurts of hot semen flood your womb, her cockhead nearly breaking past the barrier of your cervix. she's almost overstimulating herself, right now. she'd been pent up, yeah; but not to the point where she'd be pumping literal bucket loads of cum into you. thank the heavens above that you're on the pill.

"t- take it all, take.. it.. all."

sevika can feel herself going lightheaded, her body absolutely drained from any energy as she slowly withdraws her softening cock from your gaping hole. scooping up her own cum and fingering it back into you carefully, bending down to kiss your cunt farewell for now before pulling you panties back up. patting them in place and curling up behind you, glad there was minimal mess on the cushions. she really didn't feel like cleaning; even if there something to clean up.

chuckling to herself, she kisses behind your ear. eyes slowly falling shut as she whispers her last words of the night to you.

"thanks for your service."

its way early in the morning when you wake up, sore in all the wrong places. you hadn't even done anything. just fell asleep on the couch trying to wait for your girlfriend to return.

"sevika." you whine, smacking her arm with the back of your hand. a frown on your lips when she doesn't wake up. "vika, baby. why is there cum in my panties, huh? care to explain to me what happened when you got back?."

said girlfriend just snickers, fingers pulling on your waist to drag you back against her chest, leaving lazy open-mouthed kisses on the bitten flesh. evidence of the night prior.

she's not going to give you a direct answer because she knows you know what happened last night. so, what's she going to do? oh she's going to play innocent until you make her break.

"i think you can figure that out by yourself."

this was my very first fic rq, sorry it came out so late 💔

[silverskyeline]

ੈ♡˳ 'yearning' - 18+ old man logan x gn!reader

summary: you're not his to think of, but he thinks of you anyway. OR old man logan jerks off in his limo thinking of you. (1k words) tags: masturbation, kinda angsty, logan doesn't think he deserves you, whiny and desperate logan, he lowkey whimpers a little, he imagines fucking you in different positions.

you're not his to think of, but he thinks of you anyway.

parked where no one will find him, engine switched off, interior sheltered in darkness, logan. . . thinks. of you. about you.

he can't help it, not really. he's tried to get you out of his head, had other pretty things bouncing on his cock, but none of them you. can't admit it, got no one to admit it to anyway, that it makes him mad - a rippling rage that bubbles beneath the surface of his scarred skin. the kind of anger that makes your fingers twitch for something, anything.

perhaps in time, logan will learn that it is not truly anger he is feeling, but yearning.

a particularly heated throb to his cock has him shifting in his seat, sighing exasperatedly as you flit through his mind. his brows flinch downwards, a scowl he wears all too well settling upon his face. he's too old for this, far too old to be indulging in some stupid fucking crush. if you could even call it that. logan wouldn't. but god, why couldn't he stop fucking thinking about you?

logan catches a glimpse of himself in the rear view mirror, shooting himself a scolding look. but it's futile. he does this dance every night, fights with himself until he gives in to the thought of you.

reluctantly, with a trembling hand, he begins to palm his hardening cock. his shoulders slump in relief, head melting back against the headrest as he gives in to his desires. he's tired, but hungry, tongue swiping out to wet his lips as he works to loosen his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as though it'll help him breathe. it won't. because the tightness remains. it's deeper, more than just surface level.

nothing will set him free, he thinks, trapped in a prison of his own making. would fucking you even fix him? he doesn't know, will never know. you're not his to think about, he reminds himself.

but your name falls from his lips as his large hand cups his clothed crotch, squeezing and grinding his length against his palm. the sight must be pathetic, logan thinks, but he'll continue to indulge in this escape he's created.

it's not enough though, he needs more. fingers fly to his belt, unbuckling and shoving a hand beneath the waistband of his boxers. he finds his dick, hard and ready, aching. god, it would just feel so fucking good to sink into you. he wonders how you'd sound, creating a symphony in his mind as he tries to calculate the exact pitch of your moans. you'd sing for him, sing real fuckin' loud, pulling gasps from your lips as he fucked you the way you deserve to be fucked.

logan strokes himself, long slow, agonising strokes that send shivers trickling down his spine. each pass has his thumb gliding up, brushing across his sensitive leaking tip, earning a low, rumbling groan from the back of his throat. he squeezes, his veins throbbing against his palm, free hand gripping the door handle for support as he fucks fervently into his fist.

and he imagines you, ass up, on all fours, head thrown back in ecstasy. he imagines you on your knees, those intoxicating, pleading eyes boring into his desperate gaze from below. but the imagery that really makes his knees weak is the one where you're on your back, pleading against his just out of reach lips for him to go faster while his firm hands hold your knees beside your head, folding you in half in the backseat of the limo.

"holy fuck," he grunts, a light pink flush falling across his cheeks and partly exposed chest. logan was gonna cum soon, could feel it building as his cock twitched in his harsh grip. how many times had he done this? he's lost count, because he thinks of you too often. far, far too often.

he finds himself pleading, begging into the air, hot desperate whispers and whimpers that dissipate into the clammy air of the limo. logan isn't one to beg, but with you, in these fantasies he's created. . . how can he not? you're too fuckin' perfect, too perfect, too good for him too.

the older man whines, a hopeless sound as he approaches release. wants to fill you, in whatever warm hole you'd let him, but instead here he is about to cum into his palm while thinking of you like some sort of teenager. it's stupid, this is all fucking stupid. but he can't stop.

his chest rises and falls rapidly, mouth falling open as quiet moans and filthy pleas and whispers of your name slip from his lips, bucking up into his hand at a feverish pace. his eyes flit to his own in the mirror, catching sight of his lust-filled expression and hazy eyes, but it only spurs him on, stroking his cock faster. he's in too deep.

all it takes is your face to drift into his mind one last time and he's exploding, cock spurting white hot ropes of cum across his hand, painting his suit pants. "that's it," logan groans to himself, accompanied only by fogged windows and the stillness of the night, "that's it, take my fuckin' cum. . ."

he works himself through his release, strokes slowing on his thick, cum-slicked shaft as his body relaxes. the cloud of lust at the forefront of his mind parts, leaving a bitter taste of loneliness in his mouth.

because every night he goes to bed alone, his sheets craving the scent of you, a place you'd fit so perfectly, he thinks. but he won't allow himself. it's easier this way - to keep you at a distance. so he'll remain the desperate old man getting himself off in his limo to thoughts of you just to get through the day if that's what it takes to keep himself safe. his heart's been broken more times than he can count, and he thinks. . . no, he knows once more will kill him. if he's lucky.

you're not his to think of, but he'll think of you anyway. and a dying part of himself that allows for childish things such as hope, yearns for you to think of him too.

[tiza0925]

Just a pill | 18+

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, explicit sexual content, afab/female reader, alternate universe, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, fingering, squirting, degradation kink, kuroo is mean in bed but a sweetheart otherwise, praise kink, pet names, dumbification, overstimulation, dacryphilia, cock warming, drugged sex (but it's consensual), SET IN THE FUTURE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Look at you,” His voice is rough, low, and sinful as he looks up at you with a small smirk, eyes hooded, while he has you spread out on his lap—

His muscled thighs provide the perfect amount of comfort for you as you barely manage to keep yourself up—desperately clinging onto his shoulder as your lower lip wobbles. 

Kuroo pouts, almost mocking you with his eyebrows softening, and lets his back lean into the bed frame a little more as he continues to fuck two of his thick fingers inside your cunt. “You must feel so numb by now hm, baby?” 

You shudder, feeling hazy and warm and achy, but you somehow still manage to nod your head as you suck in a deep breath. 

The pills you took were really strong. 

Kuroo was initially hesitant about it—because he knew just how much of a light-weight you are when it comes to getting intoxicated. 

But then you gave him that look—with eyes so big and pleading—telling him that you trust him to take care of you and—

And how was he supposed to say no to that? 

Of course, he’ll take care of you but still—

These pills aren’t exactly weak. 

Which is made very clear right this instant as your eyes turn droopy, and you feel your entire body turn numb but alight with fire at the same time. 

But you don’t regret it one bit. 

No. 

Not when it means Kuroo gets to treat you like this—like some doll for him to tease and fuck however he wants.

To whisper sweet, dirty words and handle you in ways that have you turning into a puddle. 

The kiss he plants on your cheek is gentle and sweet, and your fingers curl into the skin of his shoulders as he slips his two fingers out to run them through your sopping folds to rub your clit. “Were you keeping count for me?” 

You swallow thickly, feeling your mouth dry. “T-two.”

He’s made you orgasm twice already. 

And he hasn’t even fucked you yet. 

You hear him hum, then you feel the warmth of his mouth trail down your neck until his lips find that sensitive spot that makes your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open with a soft sigh. 

Then you feel him murmur against your skin, “You think you can give me another like this?”

And you don’t think you can orgasm anymore. 

Not in this state. You feel so limp and jelly—simply sitting and taking whatever Kuroo gives you—

It’d honestly be a miracle if you cum again. 

You hum, nodding anyway as best as you can even if your head feels too heavy. 

Kuroo’s smile is wide and proud and—

“Oh god—” You whine when you feel Kuroo pinch your clit, feeling a sting of heat shoot up your stomach and chest. 

“Shh,” He soothes you, sliding his fore and middle finger back down your folds, your fluids creaming his fingers before he pushes them back into your fluttering cunt and curls them. “I got you, darling, don’t worry.” 

And you never do when it comes to him. 

He knows what he’s doing—enough for you to completely let your mind go and close your eyes as everything around you disappears and all you feel is liquid pleasure filling your blood. 

You circle your arms around his neck as support, your chin resting on his shoulder, and Kuroo kisses the side of your head as he rolls his wrists, his fingers curling and massaging your walls to build that tight tension in your belly again. 

“You take it so well for me,” Kuroo lets out a low groan, grinding his palm against your clit as he finger fucks you—while his fingers get all sticky with your fluids, and his other hand holds onto your hips. “Such a pretty little doll for me to use, hm?” 

You can only nod at this point as your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs with a breathy moan—your thoughts move like sludge and before you can comprehend what’s happening—

Your orgasm goes through you with a small snap—causing your lower spine to draw tight and your muscles to tense as you moan, clinging onto Kuroo and riding out your third orgasm for the night. 

But he’s not done with you. 

“Good baby,” Kuroo drawls, voice throaty, and he pulls out his fingers that are slicked with your fluids, and he uses that same hand to smack your ass—making you jolt. “Look at me.” 

And you do. 

Slowly.

You pull back just enough to look him in the eyes, and Kuroo’s pupils dilate when he notices just how mentally gone you are.

Then he smiles, all gentle, and tilts his head to the side. “You tired?” 

Yes.

God—you just want to rest now. 

The pills have made you tired, yes, but it’s the orgasm after orgasm that’s taken a bigger toll on you. 

You whine as you nod, but Kuroo only huffs out a low chuckle in response and squeezes your ass. “That’s too bad, isn’t it?”

He’s quick but gentle when he guides you to lay on your back in the middle of the bed, and he takes the rest of his sweatpants off—letting his cock out to give it a few strokes. 

And the thing is—you can tell him to stop. 

Just one word and he’ll drop the whole thing—take you for a bath and call it a night with sweet kisses and gentle massages as he cuddles you to sleep. 

But as tired as you are—

You don’t want this to stop. 

Kuroo’s body envelops you entirely when he hovers over you, one hand beside your head—his body heat so close against yours—while his other hand guides the fat head of his cock through your soaked slit. 

“Your pussy is so messy,” Kuroo’s groan is ragged, and he breathes out heavily as he rocks his hips slightly to have your pussy lips wrap around his girth—coating his length with juices as the tip of his dick kisses your clit. “So sloppy and wet, baby.” 

You can’t speak. 

You’re too busy gasping and mumbling something between a moan and a whine as you scramble to hold onto his muscled back—your legs spreading and wrapping around his waist to bring him closer. 

“So needy, hm?” Kuroo teases as leans down to give your lips a sweet pull with his, kissing you so deeply that you feel your whole body crumble from it and you nearly let out a tiny sob. 

“It’s okay,” He says while pushing the head inside, immediately stretching you wider than his fingers can ever do, and you suck in a sharp breath with tears beginning to form. 

And Kuroo can see the tears lacing your eyelashes—making them wet and shiny—and he merely swipes at one of your eyes with his thumb so tenderly before leaning back. 

And his voice is soft—a huge contrast to the words that slip out of his mouth as he holds onto your waist with both hands, pushing his cock inside you until you think you might feel it in your lungs. 

“Don’t cry, love,” Kuroo coos as he pulls back, the tip of his dick catching at your hole, causing a trickle of your juices to gush out with how wet and messy you are. “You just need to lay there and be pretty for me, okay?” 

“O-okay,” You breathe out harshly, your lips, head, arms—everything—feel numb. “Please, ‘Surou, I—”

Your sentence gets cut short when he decides to push back in at that very moment—making your words bleed into a moan as you feel every part of him spread you open. 

God—

“I know,” Kuroo groans, rolling his hips to set a pace, hearing the wet squelch that your pussy makes as he fucks you—making his head spin. “I know, baby, I’ll make you feel all sore and full with my cum, okay? Just how you like it.” 

And he sticks to that promise soon after. 

He fucks you deep and slow, dragging it out and building that tight ball of heat in your lower stomach until everything in your body feels tense and ready to explode. 

Kuroo stuffs his dick inside your pussy that’s dripping with every thrust—making a mess on the bed and between your thighs—while one of his hands comes to push down on your belly.

“Oh—oh fuck—”

You shake, eyes wide, and your mouth is agape with a silent scream from the pressure on your stomach—feeling the twin sensation of being so fucking full with his cock and him hitting your g-spot over and over and over and—

Oh, god. 

“I—“

You can’t speak. 

You feel mindless and tongue-heavy. 

And Kuroo can tell by the way you hear him let out a knowing chuckle, his pace growing more harsh and needy as he presses his palm on your stomach even lower. “My pretty doll all fucked stupid that she can’t talk?” 

Your entire body shakes, feeling heat flush in your cheeks. 

You nod, panting, uncaring of the degrading words, and Kuroo’s smirk grows. “Poor baby, those pills really did make you all dumb for me, huh?” 

You know he doesn’t mean it. 

Even when he says those words out loud—and through your addled mind—you can hear the notes of affection hanging on those words. 

And for some odd reason—it just spurs you on, even more, making you lose it as you arch your back, your orgasm ready to combust. 

And Kuroo must be able to tell as he lets out a drawn-out groan, raw and low and heavy, and he starts to rock his hips faster—fucking you with the intention to make you feel him in your guts. 

“So tight for me, my love, god—” You cry out a moan, your hands gripping the sheets until your knuckles turn white as Kuroo fucks you through your fourth orgasm for the night. 

This one feels like a snap against your clit, an explosion of heat and buzzing pleasure spreading throughout your body, and your vision turns blurry as you shake. 

But that’s not the only thing. 

“Fuck, baby, keep going,” You faintly hear Kuroo’s voice, but you have lost every sense of self and feeling to know what he’s talking about and the fact that you’re squirting all over his dick—soaking the bed and his thighs in the process. 

He continues to fuck you through it—leaning down to kiss you with his tongue licking inside your mouth like he needs to taste every inch of you—

And all you do is lay there and take it, silent tears running down your cheeks as he pumps his fat cock into your squirting pussy—all abused and puffy and drenched—until his dick finally throbs, letting out thick spurts of cum inside you. 

Filling you up like he said he would. 

“You’re such a good girl, taking me all so well like a good little slut, baby,” Kuroo mumbles against your quivering mouth, licking your lips and then your cheek to catch a few tears. “I’ll make sure you keep all of it, okay?” 

You’re so fucking out of it. 

You don’t care about the mess or how dirty you are. 

Your eyelids are ready to drop and you’re so close to passing out that you move with little resistance as Kuroo carefully turns you on your side to lay on the bed—and he goes to lie down, cock still inside you, pulling your back flush against his chest, your fluids and sweat mixing seamlessly. 

He kisses your neck and holds you tight, both of you breathing heavily as your bodies move in tandem, making you keep his dick warm for the time being to make sure his cum stays inside. 

And then—

“You okay?” 

Even though sex with Kuroo is always mind-blowing. 

Without a doubt one of the best things to experience in life—

The way he treats you after? 

The tender kisses, light touches, words full of praises and affection right after? 

That’s what you love just as much. 

He knows how to make you feel loved—secure—after sex. 

You hum, sleepy and sluggish, and snuggle up to him, your pussy still twitching every now and then as you two lay there, cuddled and basking in the other’s warmth. “I’m okay.” 

He’s the sweetest man you’ve ever been with, treating you better than you’ve ever known by other people—even if he fucks you like you’re a whore sometimes. 

And you honestly wouldn’t ask for it any other way. 

End.

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summary: tainted, virgin!reader is growing tired of grinding against her boyfriends. she’s never touched herself before—no toys, no fingers, no fondling—the friction from a pillow used to be enough. but, maybe having something inside of her isn’t as terrifying as she believed. charles’ pretty pianist fingers don’t look too scary, and they way he raves about how talented max’s daunting, thicker fingers are; well, she could be convinced to see what all the fuss is about.

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learning curve — 𝐜𝐥. 𝟏𝟔 & 𝐦𝐯. 𝟏 charles leclerc x max verstappen x fem!black!reader 2.7k words. no penetrative sex. corruption kink. fingering. hand and finger kink. guided masturbation. praise kink. dom/sub undertones. dialogue heavy. max is a brat tamer.

max stated, “when you get your nails done today, don’t get a new set. keep them natural; you can get polish but keep them short and rounded with no sharp edges.”

you stared at max with a lukewarm expression. it’s seven in-the-fucking morning, and he’s woken you up from your extremely comfortable position tucked into charles’ chest to tell you that you’re getting your nails done and exactly how he wants them done. he must have lost his mind overnight.

“d’you think,” you croaked out, voice unused from sleep, “that getting my nails done will distract me from realizing that my thighs have healed from the friction burn?”

the dutchman opened his mouth to speak but you held up a hand to shush him, and continued scratchily, “‘cause it hasn’t worked. ‘n i don’t even have an appointment to get my nails done? ‘s not happening today.”

“i made one,” he responded with a self-satisfied smile, “it’s in an hour.”

“WHAT THE HELL, MAX?!” you exclaimed, fighting through the layers of blankets tangled around you to make your way out of bed to rush through getting yourself ready. charles, still asleep, snuffled unhappily at the commotion and rolled over facing away from the two of you.

max chuckled mutely as he watches you stumble off the bed towards to en-suite bath, “use my black card–i’m sure it’ll cover the late fee.”

slamming the bathroom door shut, your yell carries through the door, “I WAS GOING TO USE IT ANYWAYS!”

thanks to years of lounging in bed to the last possible second before you needed to get ready, you were exactly on time to your appointment. it’s a boujee “self-care salon” that you don’t usually go to, but it’s pretty much impossible to mess up a soak-off and basic manicure. actually, max is paying so there’s really no harm in treating yourself. you go from a basic manicure to the most luxurious mani-pedi package they offer, there’s even a hand, arm, foot, and calf massage included. you leave a healthy tip too; it’s not like you can run up max verstappen’s black card, he won’t even notice.

by the time you get home, you’ve completely forgotten about being mad at max for terrorizing you this morning. but, you’re quickly reminded of why when he jumps you as soon as you walk in the front door, tugging you in by your hands as he examines your nails.

“sheesh,” you gasp, “can i close the door first?” 

charles, more awake but still disgruntled (he considers any-time before noon too early to be awake, appears from around the corner and walks to shut the door behind you. he wordlessly shimmies your keys and bag out of your hands, and presses a kiss to your cheek, “bonjour, mon coeur.”

“good morning, charlie,” you murmur sweetly, ignoring max’s general incompetence, “may i…” you shift awkwardly on your feet, “can i have a real kiss, please?”

the brunet’s discontented gaze turned to liquid gold warming your body with the amount of love that poured through just one glance. he leans in to kiss you but yelps, flinching away from you at a pinch on his arm from max.

the older man grunts, “bedroom first. then you can make out with each other to your hearts content.”

your legs have turned to mush from deep kisses, so you’re thankful to be seated on top of charles’ lap on your vanity chair. the monegasque has one hand fisted in the curls at the nape of your neck, moving your head to just the angle he likes as he continues to explore past the seam of your lips. he doesn’t allow you to pull away for more than half a second to catch your breath, all of your hums, moans, and whimpers of delight are caught in his mouth. the lust fogs your brain as he nips and tugs at your bottom lip, the soft skin surrounding your lips raw already from his stubble. the weight of his large hand resting on the small of your back combined with the overwhelming sensations has you shifting your hips rocking back and forth on charles’ thigh, yet you haven’t consciously noticed you actions yet. you haven’t noticed how max has been calling your name to get your attention for a while now.

“liefje, come here,” max’s voice has a commanding edge to it, that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand to attention, “you’ve been patient like i’ve mentioned. so, i think it’s time you experience more than one of our thighs, hm?”

you squirm of charles’ lap, prying his hands off your waist when he tries to tighten his grasp, and eagerly make your way over to the foot of the bed where max is sitting–has he been watching the whole time? the monegasque huffs loudly to inform the two of you of how displeased he is at you discarding him quickly at the promise of something more. the younger man stands up and doesn’t manage to take more than one step in your direction before max halts him.

“and where do you think you’re going?” max asks condescendingly, he pulls you down to sit in between his legs, his chest to your back, so you can face charles, “only good boys get to participate. and if i can remember…two days ago, you decided to be a brat.”

the brat in question reddens, “yes! i was…being mean–but, you said that i don’t get to come, not that i don’t get to touch her?”

max shrugs dismissively, and he starts to undress you–pulling off your shirt to leave you in your bra, while he motions for you to tug off your jeans.

“mon chat–this is unfair,” charles whines, “let me touch her!”

“you want to touch her?” max asks, charles nods eagerly in response, “say you were a brat and apologize, and then maybe i’ll let you touch her.”

the brunet gapes at his boyfriend, stumbling over his words for a few seconds, before he turns to look at you, expecting you to help him out. you curl up, dropping your gaze to your lap and pulling max’s hand around you to play with it while he sorts out charles. the monegasque, too stubborn to do anything but disagree with max, clenches his jaw and fists, before he steps and back and sits in your vanity chair again. he crosses his arms across his chest, and turns his head up at max to emphasize his attitude.

“mmm,” the blonde’s chest rumbles behind you, he dips his head to press a kiss to your temple, “he’ll learn how to act once he realizes he won’t be able to finger your pussy, pretty girl.”

you and charles both jolt with matching gasps of surprise at the reveal of today’s sexual exploration. a meek whimper escapes you and max coos sweetly, “do you want to this, liefje?”

you nod shakily, ignoring the flush of heat to your cheeks and the way you press your thighs together a little tighter. 

“words, baby.”

“y-yes, maxy.”

“remember the rules: any time you feel uncomfortable, tell me and we can stop or take a break.”

“y-yeah,” you say airly, “ok.”

“good girl.”

max tilts your head to the side and lavishes kisses along your neck. your breath catches at the unexpected attention, you can only rest limply against max as he sucks marks into your skin. he nips teasingly at your pulse point and you tighten your grasp on his hand to prevent yourself from moaning embarrassingly loud. you let your head fall backwards to give max complete access to the length of your throat, and in the motion you make eye contact with charles. his green eyes are piercing–you can see the envy, yet you can’t tell if he wishes he was max in this moment, or if he wishes he was you.

the dutchman moves lower and focuses on bruising up your collarbone, tugging and biting at the thin skin and you’ve quickly lost your ability to regulate your volume. every exhale transforms into a moan and max’s free hand gets more exploratory as a result. his lips are wet and flushed red when he pulls himself away from the expanse of your newly bruised neck, playing absently with the strap of your bra and whispers next to your ear, “may i take this off, liefje?”

“yeah, yes, yes–take it off,” you rush out, turning shy at the sound of max’s amusement, “you can take it off, please?”

the use of manners quiets the man’s laughter easily; something about the way you use ‘please’ and ‘thank you,’ unhesitantly in bed causes his brain to misfire. he rids you of the bra, tossing it at charles, who catches it and stares at max in disdain.

the older man smirks, and brings both of his hands to your chest to ghost the pads of his thumbs against your nipples. the barely there touch had your back arching, pushing your breasts more firmly into his grasp to seek more of the sensation. his chest rumbles behinds you and he steadfastly applies more pressure as he toys with the buds–your moans are more like sharp whines now, and whenever he throws in an occasional pinch you shriek, as your vision already blurs from this level of pleasure. you’ll cum before he gets his hand inside your panties.

you clumsy pull at his right hand, trying to tug it away from your breast to direct him further south, but max tuts disapprovingly and you cease your motions as soon as the sound registers.

“actually, liefje–you won’t need my hand for this part, only my voice.”

you tilt your head towards him to stare in confusion, and max brings his hand up to caress your cheek, “i’m going to teach you how to finger yourself, if that’s okay?”

you gulp, the pressure in your tummy only building, “more than okay.”

max nods, and presses a kiss on your jawline.

“be good for me and touch yourself over your panties, pretty girl.”

you squirm anxiously, but do as he ordered. you drag your hand down past your navel and in between your thighs, trying to keep them as closed as possible without having yourself spread out obscenely. max, obviously, doesn’t allow that to slide, and spreads your legs for you, draping them along the outside of his, his knees pressing outwards to prevent you from slamming your thighs shut. you whimper shamefully, but continue to drag two fingers along the seam of your cunt over your thin panties, the fabric beginning to darken as you start to leak.

“nice and slow until you start to get wet for me, yeah?”

“‘m already wet, maxy,” you murmur, biting your lip to suppress a whimper.

(“merde,” charles groans from across the room, throwing his head backwards.)

max brings his hand down to tug your panties to the side, exposing your cunt to the cooler air of the room, and moans at how your glistenting already, “shit–always so wet for me. keep dragging your fingers up and down, liefje.”

max’s hand continues to rest on your navel after he tucked your panties away, and you quickly bore of the slide of your fingers, huffing silently and nudging your nose against his jaw for the next direction, “once your fingers are nice and wet, you’re going to take just one–and gently press inside, yeah? you should be nice and relaxed, okay–if your pretty hole doesn’t open up easily just keep rubbing at yourself and then try again.”

you nod jerkily, and your first attempt at breaching your inner walls fails. you chickened out–after your felt yourself opening up, the pressure was odd. however, with max’s reassurance, you took another pass over your cunt and then tried again. and this time, your finger easily slid within in you–a shocked gasp pushed from your chest at the intrusion. 

“you’re okay,” max murmurs, rubbing at your side and navel calmly, “take your time, get used to the feeling, and when your ready you can start moving that finger, liefje.”

it’s odd–the feeling of something inside you. a little uncomfortable, but not painful like you thought it would be. the strange feeling passes quickly, especially when you draw your finger out and press deeper–it feels good? you think, it feels good at least. max watches the array of emotion pass over your face, and once he sees the previous apprehension dissipate, he instructs you to slide in another finger. the addition for another finger is easier for you this time, even though the pressure is multiplied–as if once you learned that this wouldn’t be painful you were a lot more receptive to the intrusion. 

and when your second finger pops in, the stretch feels good. you sigh breathily, and without further instruction, you begin to slowly thrust your fingers. max leans back and allows you to awkwardly fumble through your own motions, allowing you to figure out what brings you pleasure and what doesn’t. you mimic what you’ve heard girls talk about before, curling your fingers, scissoring them wide, pressing them upwards–and it feels fucking euphoric. your moans begin to ring through the room, and your hips buck dowards to meet your palm, pushing in your fingers deep.

“hm–you see why you needed your nails cut now, pretty girl,” max teases. his words go unheard by you, you’re more focused on trying to find the one spot everybody raves about–you want your vision to flash white, your toes to curl, your eyes to roll, your back to arch, your chest to heave–but you can’t find it. you whine in displeasure, kicking your foot out angrily, and begin to more vigorously thrust your fingers to no avail. 

“let me give you a hand, pretty.”

max gently removes your hand, a sob falling from your lips at the newfound emptiness, but quickly soothes you with the press of two of his fingers inside of you. you and max moan in unison–max at the feeling of  just how tight and dripping wet you are and you at the size of his fingers. max patiently waits for you to adjust, before he begins to absolutely ravage your pussy. his fingers are unforgiving; his rhythm is consistent, the pads of his fingers press firmly along your walls, and he finds your sweet spot after his second attempt of searching.

you shriek, legs trying and failing to slam shut at the overload of pleasure—max coos, ‘good girl’s’ and ‘so pretty’s’ falling from his lips freely. it’s a testament to how talented he is with is fingers that as soon as his thumb falls to press at the bud of your clit–you cum.

it surprises you, max, and charles (from across the room). it’s so overwhelming you cry–forget a toe-curling orgasm, you’e pretty sure you’ve just forgotten your name. your hips are frantically thrusting forward freely, and maxx continues to rub his hand over yout clit until you start bucking away from him in discomfort. you’ve soaked the bed, again. the dutchman tenderly pulls his fingers from the pulsing warmth of your cunt, and calls charles to the bed.

the younger man rushes forward, kneeling on the bed next to max. wordlessly, the blonde shoves his fingers covered in your essence into his mouth, smirking wide at how charles’ eyes widen, exposing his blown out pupils, before they drop to a half-lidded gaze as he thoroughly slurps max’s fingers clean.

when charles pulls away from max’s hand, panting heavily like he was the one who was just brought to a mind-blowing orgasm, max drops that same saliva-covered hand to grope at the bulge in charles’ pants.

the monegasque moans highly, hips thrusting forward to press deeper in to max’s hand–but he pulls it away cruelly.

“you better go take a cold shower charles, since you still can’t come for a while,” max orders nonchalantly, “you might want to put some music on while you’re in there. i would hate for you to get hard again when you hear me make her squirt.”

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[cherryredstars]

Cherry, I’ve always wanted to say this to you… You. Are. Amazing! I seriously can't get enough of your work!

How about this? Reader is a TV host that bashes on Spider-Man. However it is just a job to her and doesn’t believe in the things she rants about. Anyway, one day reader is caught in the middle of one of Spider’s Man foes and our favorite grumpy spider saves her. Though he is extremely rude to her when she tries to thank him (what else is new?). Reader has to convince him that she doesn’t hate him (the opposite in fact) and decides to show him her appreciation.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Thigh Riding, A Little Electricity(??)

A/N: Thank you, lovie!! Enjoy!

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The world must hate you.

The stiffness in the air is haunting as the burly hero trails behind you, making sure you don’t make more trouble. You weren’t exactly looking for it, it just came to you. How were you supposed to know actively looking for one of the biggest criminals in the past few weeks for a story could be dangerous?

Okay, maybe he had a point.

You sigh, trying to subtly glance over your shoulder. Even through his mask, you can see the grimace he directs at you, pixels slightly distorting. You thin your lips, rubbing your arm. Great, even Spiderman is after you.

“Um,” you start, turning to face him. He crosses his arms over his chest and you try not to let your eyes linger on how it tightens his suit. “My house is just around the block, I’ll be fine from here.”

He doesn’t move, continuing to stare down at you like you’re a child. You gulp, balancing on the balls of your shoes before slowly turning around and walking forward with a dragged out whisper of okay. You lead him down the block until you stop in front of the entrance to your apartment complex.

You face him once again, putting on an awkward smile.

“Thank you for, uh, escorting me home.” The hero says nothing, looking over you for any injuries before starting to turn around.

Your hand rushes out, electricity pulsing under your fingers for just a second as you grab his arm before he shakes you off.

“I don’t mean those things.” You rush out, suddenly desperate to clear the air with your favorite hero. “I-it’s a job. Just a job.”

You can hear the small scoff he lets out from under his mask, something in you deflating slightly. You open your mouth again, but no words come to mind to reassure him. You clamp your mouth shut, a stupid idea coming to you. You reach out, grabbing his arm again and turn him to face you. You’re quick as you lean up and press a hard kiss to his mask, your lips tingling from the buzzing technology. Instinctively, Miguel grabs at your waist to steady you on your toes, a low grunt leaving him.

You pull away, clearing your throat. Embarrassment flushes your skin and you sharply turn away. You really are stupid or something. “Good night.”

You stalk towards the entrance door, body moving like a robot as you avoid the burning gaze at your back. You open the door, turning when you feel hot electricity directly behind you. Your eyes stay on his chest, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“I’ll walk you to your door.”

What he really meant was, I’ll follow you through the door and proceed to fuck you against it.

You let out a soft moan as he presses you against the wall, pressing a suited thigh between your legs as he guides you up and down it. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, digging in so strongly that the suit glows white under them. You can feel his lips at your skin, mouthing and sucking on the delicate curve of your neck. Your pencil skirt has folded up to your waist, leaving only your panties to protect your aching clit from the subtle buzz and zaps of his suit as he grinds you on him.

You throw your head back, a whimper leaving you from the harsh hold he has on your hips. You can tell he’s trying to get you off quickly, probably in a rush to get back on the streets and protect the rest of the city. But right now, he’s here, in your apartment with his sharp fangs teasingly dragging against your skin.

You wonder if he can feel the wetness of your parties through his suit, if he is able to smell the pure arousal wafting from you as you buck your hips against his thigh with heavy moans. You try to look down at his face, only to see the bottom half revealed so he can mouth at you. You whine in disappointment, even though the rational part of your brain understands why he won’t reveal his full identity.

He seems to smirk at the nose, flexing his thigh and making you gasp as your clothed cunt runs over the corded muscle. A small curse flutters from your lips as another pleasant flicker of electricity runs over your clit, your orgasm just over the horizon.

Miguel speeds up his movements, making you grind faster against his leg until he’s sure you’re about to glitch out his suit from how hard you grab onto him. You come with a strangled cry, cunt fluttering against his suit as his teeth give a small nip to your neck. The tiniest dose of venom hits your skin, but it’s enough to leave your post-orgasm state limp. You slump against him, twitching from the aftershocks of pleasure and his suit. He ever so gently moves you to the couch, laying you down as his mask fully obscures his face again. You’re left to drowsily stare at him as he approaches your window, opening it before disappearing into the night.

What a way to thank your heroes.

[midnight-bay-if]

Taj's reaction when they go to the roof to observe the stars and finds MC doing the same. If Taj decides to stay anyway, MC starts talking about the constellations' and star's stories, like Sirius, a star that could be seen at sunset and was used by the Egyptians to know when the Nile would rise.

(This makes my heart happy. I also wrote this as if MC and Taj are just getting to know one another because feelings. haha.)

The rooftop was meant to be theirs. After a long day of well-meaning yet ultimately frustrating nagging from Selby and repetitive, back-and-forth ribbing from Rain, they were ready to escape to the stars for a few hours to recharge. Alone. It was already a pain in the neck to be forced into close proximity with you against their will, but now you were invading their space to further torment them?

And yet, you always appear taken aback when their patience runs thin, and their words become a weapon with which to wound you.

Initially, they think to ignore you and pretend you are not there. Do not even glance at them, they think, and I’m sure they will get the fucking message. They lie flat on their backs, one arm behind their head, as they focus on the stars, unobscured by the usual toxic smog that fills this filthy town. They aren’t as bright here as they are back home, but they will enjoy this rare cloudless night regardless—

“I see you enjoy watching the stars, too.” Taj grinds their teeth. It’s all their depleted energy will allow to demonstrate their ire. It does nothing to shut you up. You continue. You speak of your favourite constellations, far more knowledgeable than Taj ever would have guessed, and you recount their history. You never expect them to join in, but you point at the stars as you discuss them with a glint in your eye, as though their shine has been captured in their colour.  

Your smile broadens when you speak of the Nile, of their home, and their jaw slackens, an aura of wistfulness enveloping them as they imagine a reunion with their clan, their family. Where once they longed for silence, now they yearn for you to keep talking; let your words paint a picture of home so they might rest a while amongst the dunes.

Taj doesn’t know how long they lay there listening to your stories, but when you trail off looking a bit sheepish, they realise it must have been a while.

“Sorry,” you say, scratching the back of your head, your feet shuffling on the spot awkwardly, “I talk too much, right? I’m probably disturbing you. I’ll go—”

Taj sits up straight, watching as you start to return to the fire exit, and they realise, fuckin’ hell, they don’t want you to leave. They want to hear more. They want to hear it all. But saying anything of the sort would cut them as deep as any of their scars.

“Wait.” They don’t shout; they barely enunciate the word at all, yet you stop and turn to them with the bright smile of someone oblivious to how ugly their thoughts are. “You, er… can come back again if you wish. Koel.”

It was a permission not even within their power to grant, yet you accept it gratefully, and Taj wonders what in the hell they were going to do with the bird who decided to make their nest in the stars they call home.

[vampstarkey]

  ·  ⁺  𝅄  ּInside the car // Rafe Cameron  ּ๋ ⭒ 

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Synopsis: During a ride back to Rafe's house, he suggests an unexpected idea, fucking in the car.

♱𝅼 Warnings: car sex (obviously), cowgirl, neck sucking, titty sucking, unprotected sex & masturbation.

♱𝅼 Note: I didn't review this, I did it in the morning drinking my coffee lol, anyway I hope you like it. 😭

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— Rafe, we can't do this here, it's risky, someone might show up. — Your rational thoughts told you it wasn't a good idea, but your body responded differently.

— Come on, who's going to show up here in the middle of nowhere? — His hand rested on your leg, giving you a little caress.

The rain was falling heavily outside, Rafe had stopped the car in the middle of the road. It was late, the chances of anyone showing up were minimal. The car window was completely fogged up by the moisture from the rain, leaving a comfortable space.

— Besides, it's dangerous to drive in this rain. — He finished as he settled into the front seat.

— You're great at winning me over — You replied and then rolled your eyes at him.

That was enough for him to act. With one free hand, he touched your waist, giving it a firm squeeze.

— I think it would be better if you sat on my lap, kitten. — Rafe patted his lap a few times, indicating that you should come over to him and sit there.

Without delay, you did so. You got up from your seat and adjusted yourself on Rafe's lap. The blond's hands went up to your ass, caressing it through the tight dress that hugged your curvy body.

— Damn, I've been wanting to touch you like this since morning. — Rafe was a pervert when it came to you, anything you did had an instant effect on him.

— You pervert. — Your laughter continued in his car. Your arms went towards his shoulders, resting there.

Rafe's jeans were getting tighter and tighter, the fact that you were sitting on his lap only reinforced this even more. Being the naughty girl that you were, you soon began to move, rubbing your ass on his hard member.

— For someone who was thinking before, now it seems too comfortable. — Rafe bit his lip, feeling you grind on top of him. His eyes didn't leave you, he was hungry.

— This is because of you, you're the one who does this to me. — You replied, fighting him back. Your pussy was already getting soaked, feeling the hardness beneath you.

He continued to squeeze your ass, creating friction between his cock and your wet slit. He could feel your wet panties under your dress. Your dress was quickly lifted, giving him a view that left him bewildered. You were wearing black lingerie that hugged your body and enhanced your figure. The cleavage on your breasts was exaggeratedly large, the boy couldn't help but notice.

— It must be a sin to keep all this hidden. — The sentence came out in a playful tone. Rafe groped your breasts eagerly while still rubbing his cock against you over the thin fabric.

Unable to contain your excitement, you pulled his shirt up, revealing the sculptural body he had, it was your downfall, without a shadow of a doubt.

— Baby, I need you so much. — Your voice came out slurred and sly. Her words were filled with malice in the air.

Rafe took his fingers to the clasp of your bra, undoing it in a hurry, now touching them without anything to cover them. Without saying anything else, he brought his mouth to your breasts, sucking and playing with your hard nipples. He ran his tongue over the length of your areolas wildly as if he were hungry. Your body reacted to every touch, the sensation was delicious.

— So tell me what you want. — Rafe stopped sucking your soft breasts and looked at your face, waiting for you to ask him exactly what you wanted.

— I want you to fuck me in this car. — You asked with those beautiful Bambi eyes of yours.

— Oh, baby... I'll give you what you want. — Rafe unbuttoned the blue jeans he was wearing without thinking twice, the atmosphere between you was so hot that he didn't think to say "wait" even once.

The pants slid down his legs and were completely left aside. Rafe pulled down his underwear, revealing his hard cock, your eyes followed towards the thickness of his member, you quickly grabbed it and touched it.

— You like it when I hold your cock like this, huh? — Your pussy blinked seeing that huge cock, you were dying to sit on it.

— I love it, baby. Ride my cock like the whore you are. — Rafe's voice came out in an almost desperate tone, he was so hard he couldn't even take it anymore.

You pulled your panties to the side, but without taking them off and still holding his member, you rubbed the head on your slit. Shivers took over your body, you moaned rubbing your hot pussy against Rafe.

— Fuck, I can't take it anymore. — Without patience, Rafe ripped your panties, he was so needy that he just did it.

— Hey, I liked those panties — You replied.

— Shut up, I have money to buy as many as you want and if I want I'll rip them all. — He squeezed the soft flesh of your ass watching that vision that was his and only his.

Without any prior warning, Rafe stuck his cock inside you, you were so wet that he slid in easily without the slightest effort.

— Oh, fuuuuuck. — You grunted, but soon began to move on top of him. That cock was fucking you so good, you just did your job like a good girl ready to satisfy the guy who made you cum so good.

You leaned on the car window as you rode him. He was fucking your pussy walls so good. Your moans became louder every time your pussy went up and down with every inch that consumed you.

— Little slut. — Rafe moaned in your ear as he held your waist, helping you with the intense riding.

He turned his attention back to your breasts as you rode him, Rafe squeezing your nipples as he watched you bounce like a bitch. Your pussy swallowed him whole, Rafe just wanted to fill you up.

— Your cock feels so good, oh, shit. — You put on a show, going up and down faster and faster on him.

The rain fell outside as you fucked each other inside the car, it was a unique sensation, you would definitely experience it more often after that day.

— What if I put my cock in hard just like that? — Rafe moved his hips up, helping you with the movements.

— Yeah, please. — You closed your eyes, feeling the pleasure of consuming. Droplets ran down your leg as you fucked yourself on that big cock. Your legs started to tremble, you pumped a little.

— My baby is so sensitive. — He continued thrusting into you while squeezing you, keeping you erect on top of him. Rafe let out a loud groan, throwing his head back.

You were both getting closer and closer to reaching a delicious orgasm. He held your cheeks tightly as his cock fucked you deep.

— Put it hard, make me cum. — You begged.

You were all limp, trying to find some sustenance as you were mounted on top of him. Rafe licked your neck as he forced his cock up inside you.

— Want to cum? Good girl. — He slapped one of your breasts, laughing like a perverted bastard.

Your pussy burned with the speed at which he touched your insides. He hit your pleasure point right on top of you and kept hitting it over and over again. You felt like you were going to explode.

— Hot slut. — He continued his movements, now moving his fingers against your clit.

— Oh baby, don’t stop. — Your hand slid down the car window, melting in pleasure.

A strong orgasm hit you both at the same time, Rafe pressed you against his chest as he came undone inside you, feeling your heat against his body as you came together.

— Fuck, baby. — He said, stopping his movements. Rafe gasped briefly, feeling his body exhausted.

— I can’t believe we did this here. — You said as you pulled out of him.

Rafe couldn’t help but laugh at your comments, but seconds ago you were fucking.

— This won’t be the only time I’ll get you in my car.

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[hard-core-super-star]

hold you in my arms tonight [K.Bishop]

pairing: alpha!kate bishop x omega!reader

summary: kate's spending another late night at the office and you do what you always do best: distract her enough so she'll pay attention to you instead

warnings: smut -> minors, look away this isn't for you! [omegaverse au; pet play is more than implied this time but it's not super explicit {kate calls R puppy multiple times}; grinding; lots of praise; soft kate hours; a very small dash of overstimulation; cockwarming; office sex; kate either has a penis or a super fancy strap, that's up to the reader to decide ;)]

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: LISTEN- i have no explanation for this, i am haunted by alpha!kate and i needed to do something about it. i'm still NOT an expert on omegaverse au's at all so the worldbuilding isn't as fleshed out as i would like. OH and yes, this is technically set in the same universe as my last alpha!kate fic, it's technically a sequel. anyway, that's all, hope you enjoy and um...drink some water :)

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“Tell him I don’t care, he better have that paperwork in by tomorrow morning or he’s fired-”

Your eyes slowly open to the artificial lights in Kate’s ridiculously large office as her annoyed voice rouses you from your sleep.

Despite her best attempts at making the space cozier for you, a plan that includes an overwhelming amount of blankets and a special bed, the bright light contrasts too harshly with the pitch black darkness on the outside of the window behind her.

You don’t know what time it is, or how long you’ve been asleep for, but it’s obvious it’s far too late for her to still be hunched over her desk. It’s not unusual for her to overwork herself but she’s been spending far too long in this office and you’re a little sick of staring at the same four walls, no matter how much stuff is on them.

Kate’s phone call isn’t over yet but your need to be near her is more overwhelming than your uncertainty. 

You slowly make your way over to her, the tension in her body getting clearer the closer you get to her. You’re not sure how to help and yet you continue forward with no plan until you reach her chair.

Your scent must give you away because Kate looks down to look at you the second you situate yourself on your knees next to her feet. Her free hand reaches down to stroke your hair while she continues arguing with whoever’s on the other line of the phone.

Despite your curiosity, you pay no attention to what she’s saying, assuming it’s just a bunch of CEO nonsense that you don’t understand. So, instead, you focus on the subtle change in the air around you.

The awful smell of the alpha’s stressed pheromones finally begins to dissipate a little as they’re replaced with the protective smell you’ve learned to associate with Kate.

You lean forward to rest your chin on her leg, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips while she continues to run her fingers through your locks. 

You’re not sure how much time goes by, and you’re pretty sure you end up taking another mini-nap, but eventually you hear the words that you’ve been waiting for. “We’ll sort this out tomorrow, I’ve gotta go.”

You look up at her as she finally hangs up and turns all her attention over to you. Your excitement must be obvious, and contagious, because she matches your smile with a bright one of her own. 

“Hi, baby,” she coos. “Someone’s still a little sleepy, huh?”

You let out a soft hum in response and bring your hands up to tug at her ridiculously expensive pants. It’s a habit you’ve developed over the course of her many, many, late nights at the office. Even though she always tells you to use your words, she can’t deny how cute it is when you get so soft and needy.

“Okay, okay.” She chuckles as her hands drift down to help you climb onto her lap. “Come here, sweetheart.”

You happily accept her help, letting out a soft little yip once you're fully situated. Kate looks down at you with the most breathtaking smile you've ever had the privilege of seeing.

"There you are, that's better, isn't it?"

Your nod of glee is almost instantaneous and it earns you another sweet chuckle. Her hand comes up to tangle in your hair, lovingly scratching your scalp and relishing the soft little sounds you make without even realizing.

Somehow, you end up wiggling enough to feel a certain hardness pressing up against you. It takes pretty much all your self control not to grind down harder against her and instead you whine while looking up at her.

"What?" She asks, her smile turned more and more into a smirk. "Do you not like your surprise? I've been thinking about giving you a treat all day, puppy."

It's not like you and Kate have never messed around in her office before but it felt different this time.

Maybe it was due to your lingering sleepiness or your need for her attention and affection. Or maybe you were simply needier than you thought. Whatever it is that's affecting you so much makes you want more of her.

The alpha's eyes darken as the scent of your growing arousal hits her nose. You've never met another person who is as reactive to smells as she is. It's as overwhelming as it is attractive, especially when her reactions are due to you.

Her hands suddenly move down to grip your waist and it's not until you feel her nails trying to dig into your skin through the fabric of your shirt that you realize you're grinding against the bulge in her pants. "Someone's getting ahead of themselves."

"Sorry," you mumble as a familiar warmth spreads across your cheeks.

"Don't apologize, baby. I love seeing how needy you are."

Her words make you grow needier which makes you feel suddenly shy. Kate's warm chuckle rings in your ears as you bury your face in her neck to hide your embarrassment. You were pretty used to how different the brunette was from the cruel alphas you'd known all your life but some things still caught you by surprise.

Such as her love for turning you into a shy, subby, little mess for her. You still weren't used to all of those things being good. Desirable, even.

You whine against her skin as her hands slip under your shirt, slowly exploring your stomach and the bite marks she'd left behind a few nights ago. Kate was insatiable, though, and going a few days without having her way with you was practically torture for her. Especially when you were around her all day, looking so adorable in her old, oversized shirt, and comfortably curled up in your puppy bed.

"You're too cute, sweetheart," she says, tilting her head back a little when she feels you nuzzling her. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to resist touching you all day."

"Then don't," you whisper.

You feel her laugh before you hear her. "Oh, that's naughty, pup. Is that something you'd like, hmm? Sitting on my lap while I'm in long, boring, meetings? Letting me touch you however I want?"

The idea causes you to moan, the sound coming out louder and needier than originally intended. It's not like it matters much, though, considering you two are the only people left in the office at this hour. And Kate loves breaking you out of your shell like this, watching you slowly let loose until you're helpless against your needy urges.

"Come on," she says, her hands sliding up your body until she's able to cup your breasts. "Use your words for me."

You instantly arch into her hands, the movement causing you to rub against the hardness in her pants again. "I would really like it."

"Good girl, darling." Her fingers play with your hardening nipples, softly tugging and pinching in the way that causes you to absolutely melt against her. "Go ahead, pup, I know what you want."

It's not exactly what you want but your hips instantly respond to her gentle command and you start grinding against her bulge. Even though you'd already desperate for more, the friction feels incredible against your soaked cunt.

"Someone's a little messy," she teases almost absentmindedly. It's obvious you're already too far gone to really comprehend what she's saying which only makes her want to tease you even more.

It took her more than a few months to get through your defenses enough for you to be this vulnerable with her. Your recovery process had been slow due to the amount of bad relationships and cruel alphas you'd been with in the past but she was slowly teaching you what it was like to be with someone who didn't care about stupid dominance hierarchies. She was just as much yours as you were hers.

You still don't have the matching mating marks to prove it, though, much to your dismay. Kate's still set on taking things slow and giving you time to recover before allowing you to make a commitment like that.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Kate asks, choosing that exact moment to thrust her hips up against you.

"Ah-" Your fingers grip the front of her shirt as your body shakes in response to her movements. "Good- Feels so good…please…need you."

"Yeah? You need me, darling?" Despite the teasing tone in her voice, her hand moves down to her pants.

Your brain doesn't fully register what she's doing through the fuzziness in your mind and you instantly try to grind against her hand. She chuckles which causes you to whine and rub your nose against her scent gland.

You know exactly what doing that does to her but you're not doing it to rile her up. Something that, considering her scent, might actually be impossible. Her pheromones are so strong and lust-filled that it makes your head spin but it's still not enough.

You need more.

Thankfully, Kate's just as impatient as you.

She uses one of her hands to lift you up enough for her to haphazardly pull her pants down. The potent smell of alpha musk hits your nose all at once and your whines grow louder.

"I'm right here, I've got you, baby." She shifts her hips and you gasp as the head of her cock parts your drenched folds.

"Please," you mumble, trying your best to stay still and patient.

"I know, just relax for me, okay?"

All you can do is hum in response and allow her to help you sink down onto her cock, gasping and moaning as she stretches you out. You doubt you'll ever get used to her size. To how well she fills you up without even trying.

"You're such a good girl, puppy." She groans as your walls clench around her. "Fuck, you're taking me so well, darling."

"Kate-"

A possessive growl builds up in her chest at the sound of you moaning her name. You can smell how aroused she is, how badly she needs to give in to her instincts and just take. And yet, despite her own needs, she moves painfully slow, giving you all the time you need to get used to her size.

All it takes is one shallow thrust before she's fully sheathed inside you. Her head drops down onto your shoulder, her loud pants filling the air between you for the next few seconds.

You appreciate how gentle she's being, especially since your neediness only serves to make you even more sensitive than usual, but you're already teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

You can't stop yourself from shifting against her when she doesn't move. She chuckles, the sound slightly muffled by your shoulder.

"Close already, sweetheart?" She asks, her voice far too sweet for the teasing words she speaks. "We've barely started."

"Please-" You don't care how desperate you sound, how borderline pathetic it is that you want to cum already, all you care about is her.

She shushes you as her hands grip your hips. "It's alright, just enjoy it. I'm right here with you."

"Uh-huh," you mutter, completely intoxicated by her scent and the possessive dominance that coats it.

"You're so cute like this."

The soft praise makes your walls clench around her and your both moan in response to the sensation. It's more than enough to spur her on and she wastes no time in helping you ride her, practically moving you up and down her length on her own.

You try to hold yourself up but then she starts thrusting up into you and you practically go limp in her arms. She notices, the rumble that emanates from her chest makes that perfectly clear, yet decides not to comment on it. Instead, she does what she can to pump out comforting pheromones as she continues to overwhelm you with pleasure.

"Doing so good for me, baby." One of her hands leaves your hips and snakes its way between your legs. She barely holds back a groan as her fingers meet your wetness. "Fuck, you're soaked. My poor puppy's so needy, aren't you, darling?"

"Yea-" Your words give out the second the tip of her fingers tease your sensitive clit. "Kate!"

Her touch is gentle despite the growing sloppiness of her thrusts. "I know, cum for me, don't hold back, pup."

The firm encouragement is all you need to let yourself go. All you can do is moan breathlessly and hold onto Kate like she's your rock. Which she is, in more ways than one.

The alpha in question holds herself back until she's sure you're lost in the throes of pleasure. She doesn't have to, you've told her that at least a dozen times, but she does it every time without fail. Your pleasure will always come first for her.

Something that only makes her orgasms all the more intense.

It quickly becomes impossible to tell whose moans are louder and before you know it, both of you are breathless, panting, and pressed up impossibly close.

"Holy shit," the brunette mumbles, her body shuddering through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Mhmm," you reply absentmindedly.

Your exhaustion comes back with a vengeance as you recover in her arms. Kate obviously notices but no amount of soothing phenomes can win out over the smell of musk and sweat and clings to both of you.

"You did so good for me, you're always so good." Her fingers brush against your clit again and you instantly squirm against her.

"Kate…" you mumble against her neck.

"Too sensitive?" She asks even though she already knows the answer. "How about you take a nap and I'll wake you in a bit?"

You instantly huff. "What about going home?"

"In a little while," she promises, the hand on your hip coming up to rub your back. "I have a few things I need to finish up first."

"You work too much."

"You're the one who won't stop distracting me."

Your silence is just as effective at making her chuckle as your pout. She leans down to pepper kisses down your neck and across your shoulder.

"I'm kidding, baby. You know I love you."

"I know," you mumble as your sleepiness mixes with your shyness.

And it's true.

You might not be ready to say it, much less to be fully mated to her, but you know deep in your heart that she loves you.

Because you love her just as much.