#but now I'm very aware of the crotch grip

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Dean's hand placement...👀

[archangeldyke-all]

that recent sevika fic with her spanking your pussy got me thinking about something, what if she spanks you so much you start squirting ridiculously hard?

(this got me rubbing my thighs I won't even lie)

hehehehehehehehehehehe

men and minors dni

sevika's been teasing you all day.

you don't think she's aware.

it's mindless, really, the way she's constantly groping you; smacking your ass when she passes you in the hall, smacking your cunt with a little love tap while you guys cuddle together on the sofa, the way her hands claw at your hipsas she stands behind you where you cook at the stove.

you're going insane.

she has no idea.

"whaddya wanna watch tonight, babe?" sevika asks from where she's curled around you, her chin hooked over your shoulder, her hand on the remote. her free hand is, of course, mindlessly groping your tits, fiddling with your hard nipples, palming the flesh. "oh shit, can we watch a slasher? i saw an ad for one on hulu that looks so fucking good..."

"sevika." you whimper. sevika freezes behind you.

"you okay, baby?" she asks. you gulp.

"i-- you-- fuck." you curse, reaching up to grab her hand. you quickly snatch it away from your tits, bringing it underneath your waistband and between your legs.

sevika gasps when her fingers meet your warm, soaked cunt. you shiver.

"fuck." she whispers. you nod in her arms.

"you've been feelin' me up all day." you whine. sevika groans behind you.

"fuck!" she exclaims again. you laugh.

"at first i thought you were workin' up to something but you just kept going." you whine, grinding your ass back against her crotch. sevika gulps in your ear.

"shit, baby, i'm sorry." she mutters, wiggling her fingers against your cunt. you shudder. "i-i didn't know." she whispers. you whine.

"i know, it's so fucking annoying!" you pout. she giggles.

"you don't seem very annoyed." she points out. you chuckle and elbow her behind you.

"'s annoying that you can make me such a mess without even trying."

"i think it's hot." she says with a smile in her voice. you roll your eyes.

"are you gonna clean up your mess or not?" you whine. sevika laughs.

"not." she says. you gasp and strain your neck to look back at your wife. she laughs at your expression. "gonna make it even more messy." she explains with a shrug. you relax and snort, rolling your eyes.

before you can retort, sevika's sitting up on the couch, rearranging you so you're sitting in her lap, your back to her chest, as she shoves your pants and underwear down your legs.

"spread your legs." she commands. you do, humping the air with tiny thrusts as sevika groans behind you. "fuckin' needy, aren't you?" she asks, her hand sliding up your thigh, stopping right before she touches your cunt. you whine and nod.

"need you." you say. sevika coos at you.

"poor baby." she whispers. you close your eyes, leaning your head back to rest on her shoulder.

"sev." you whine. she hums.

"i'll take care a'ya love." she says. then, she smacks your cunt with an open palm.

"ah!" you gasp and twitch in her hold, your thighs squeezing shut, while sevika laughs.

"what's wrong?" she asks as she starts kissing down your neck. "thought you wanted me." she taunts. you gulp, then shakily open your thighs again. she laughs behind you. "there 'ya go baby." she says.

"sevika..." you whine.

"yeah?" she asks.

"i-- fuck!" you shout as she smacks your cunt again. she hums against your neck.

"you're soaked." she teases, nipping your earlobe. you reach up behind you to grab sevika's hair, tugging it, making her hiss. she smacks you again and your grip loosens as you shiver in her arms.

"sevika, i'm not gonna--"

"i know, baby, i know. you're close already, aren't you?" she asks. "poor baby, been teasin' you all day, haven't i?" she mumbles as she smacks your cunt again. she chuckles at the way you shake in her arms. "you've just been dyin' for my touch, huh?" she asks, punctuating her question with another spank. you whine. "and now look at you-- cummin' from a couple smacks to your cunt. 's kinda pathetic, babe." she says.

you groan. "it's your faul-- ah!" you cry as she cuts you off with one more smack. "sev, i'm so close." you whine.

"yeah?" she asks, pulling away from your neck to kiss your cheek. "i'll take care of you, honey." she whispers sweetly. then, she brings her hand down hard against your cunt.

you're cumming with a gasp, and sevika laughs, swatting your cunt as she watches you twitch and writhe.

she doesn't relent, laying into you with hit after hit as you shiver and shake through your orgasm. your mind is blank, the pleasure making you delirious, the pain taking your breath away, sevika's cocky laugh only making you cum harder.

"you're such a slut. fuck, i love you." sevika growls in your ear as she brings her hand back down on your cunt with one final resounding slap!

something comes over you, and you lose all control, cumming again, right on the tail end of your previous orgasm.

you squirt, crying in sevika's arms. you squirt so hard, and your legs are spread so wide, that the stream shoots across your living room, the furthest of it hitting the television.

it just keeps coming, and you just keep cumming, and sevika lets out the sweetest, most shocked and awed little giggle behind you as she watches you with glee.

she brings her hand down again when you're done, smacking you again, relishing in the warm cum soaking her hand, laughing at the weak little trickle that escapes you.

you gasp, finally catching your breath, and clamp your hand around her wrist. holding her still. she hums behind you, her free hand rubbing your legs, peppering kisses on any part of your she can reach.

"holy shit!" sevika laughs. you're panting in her arms. "fuck you weren't kidding, huh baby?" she asks, still giggling. "shoulda told me you were so worked up, goddamn. that was the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen!"

you groan. "you're cleaning this up." you choke out between your panting breaths. she falls into another round of laughter behind you.

"you hit the wall, babe, that's gotta be a record or something." she teases. you snort, finally blinking your eyes open and craning your neck to the side to look back at your girlfriend.

"if you take me to bed and lemme lay down, i'll let you sit on my face." you offer, smirking at her. sevika grins and kisses you.

"no need." she whispers against your lips. "came in my pants like a fuckin' teenager when you squirted like that." she says.

you grin, leaning forward to connect your lips again.

then, when you pull away, you sigh. "that's good. i mighta fallen asleep underneath you." you say. sevika giggles, rearranging you to hold you in her arms before she rises from the couch and carries you to bed. she sets you down gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"go to sleep." she says. you pout up at her.

"what about you?" you ask. she laughs.

"gotta go clean up your cum before it drips into the fuckin' outlet or somethin' 'n starts a housefire." she says. you giggle and grip her collar, pulling her down for one final kiss.

"fine. but come back soon." you say. she smiles and nods, pulling the sheets up under your chin.

twenty minutes later, you wake up when sevika crawls into bed beside you. she snuggles against your chest, wrapping her arms and legs around you, and sighing as she settles in for sleep.

"love you baby." you mumble, groggily.

"after an orgasm like that, you fuckin' better." she teases. you chuckle.

right before you fall back to sleep, you hear sevika whisper. "i love you too, sweetheart."

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[voxofthevoid]

Time for Role Reversal Fem!Goyuu Wednesday #3 📢

Shocker of shockers, the chapter count has climbed from 7 to 8, though admittedly because I added a new scene in between. I'm currently a few hundred words away from the end of Chapter 4, and the full fic has crossed 26k. I continue to need to take breaks between writing to wank.

Now, who wants gratuitous pussy shenanigans? You, I hope.

It takes Satoru several seconds to realize that the heavy breathing echoing in her ears is her own, her lips parted and her chest heaving around every breath. Sweat slicks her skin, the worst of it down her spine and under her arms and inside her thighs. It’s a simmering blend of warmth and heat, growing claws and teeth with every passing second.

Her cunt grows wet too.

The Six Eyes let her cheat; Satoru looks down at her exposed crotch without breaking eye contact with Yuuji.

It backfires.

The satin strip covering her cunt has darkened, unmistakably damp. Yuuji can’t not have seen it. Her secondary eyes haven’t wavered from Satoru’s little show, and they don’t show anything, their shape and position too much to the left of human to emote in any way Satoru can understand, but they’re red, the lurid color of freshly spilled blood, and that’s telling enough, isn’t it?

“You’re panting like a dog,” Yuuji says suddenly.

Satoru jolts in place. “Sensei!”

“Making a mess like one too,” Yuuji continues, and there’s nothing mocking or even mean about her tone, only amusement bordering on indulgence—familiar and a thousand times more devastating for it.

“You can’t—” Satoru bites her tongue, cutting off that shrill protest. She drags in a deep breath and lets it out slow, and it costs her, her lungs burning like they’ll shrivel unless all the oxygen in the room is shoveled into them, but Satoru does it again and then one more time, till she’s reasonably sure she can speak without sounding like a clown. “Yuuji, you can’t just say this shit.”

“I can’t do a lot of things, according to you,” comes the placid response. “Seems hypocritical, again, but we’re working on that, aren’t we, Satoru-chan?”

“Are we,” Satoru says flatly.

Yuuji’s eyes grow hooded, her smile growing soft and dangerous without wavering at all. “We will. For now, you have more to show me, don’t you?”

Satoru swallows wetly; her throat stays dry.

She can’t help looking at the door and the windows again, not even trying to hide the trajectory of her gaze. There’s nobody outside. She can’t hear anything. More importantly, she can’t sense anything, the closest pockets of cursed energy in a whole other wing of the building.

It’s not very reassuring.

Yuuji looks the same when Satoru’s eyes inevitably return to her, her expression that same placid patience and her posture that same lazy slouch. Everything about her screams she’ll stay there, just like that, for as long as it takes for Satoru to behave.

Satoru tries to call her bluff.

The seconds shudder into minutes.

Yuuji waits.

Satoru burns.

Her cunt throbs needily, more and more slick drenching the panties as if it’s trying to lure Yuuji in. Maybe it’s working, with the way Yuuji’s eyes don’t once waver from there, but the rest of Yuuji doesn’t waver either, so all her attention does is turn into heat waves inside Satoru’s veins, till her whole body is a thrumming ache, the core of it caught between her legs.

Satoru becomes aware of motion—her own arms, her own hands. She watches from somewhere far above as her hand uncurls from her skirt and reaches down between her legs. Her fingers feel thick and clumsy.

Lace grazes her little finger, sending a jolt up the whole arm. Satoru blinks, slamming back into herself.

She blinks down at her hand, curled in between her legs. Slowly, she grips the edge of her panties. It’s dry there, but she’s acutely aware of the wetness soaking the fabric only a few centimeters to the side.

She yanks it to the side, baring her pussy.

All of Yuuji swells with a deep, silent breath; she lets it out without a noise, every one of her eyes now fixed on Satoru’s cunt.

“Hungry little thing,” she murmurs, her voice husky in a way Satoru’s never heard. They make the words even filthier than they already are, and Satoru’s body reacts predictably, throbbing hot and wet. “I’ve only known one other woman so bold in her hunger.”

“Sukuna,” Satoru breathes. Her whole mouth is dry now, like all the moisture in her body has been pulled to one pulsing spot.

“Sukuna,” Yuuji confirms. “And I ate her alive. Should I eat you too, Satoru-chan?”

Satoru’s cunt clenches hard enough to send dirty heat bolting up her spine. “Please.”

In less than the blink of an eye, Yuuji’s there, her colossal body forcing Satoru’s legs wider apart to make space for itself, and Satoru barely has time to register the marked absence of the haori and the look on Yuuji’s face—the live, livid hunger—before there are hands on her hips, digging into her skin through her skirt as it yanks her to the edge of the chair, right into Yuuji’s waiting maw.

Satoru shouts, lightning tearing through her body.

Yuuji pushes her face more boldly into Satoru’s cunt, mouthing at her through the lace and satin, and it’s just heated air first, every breath soaking into the slick fabric there, but then there’s pressure, a bone-curling affair Satoru takes several long seconds to recognize as Yuuji’s tongue dragging over the wetness there. Satoru’s cunt obediently gushes some more, and Yuuji sucks.

A lewd slurping noise cuts through the silence, and then it’s drowned out by animal keening.

That’s me, Satoru thinks, dazed. I’m making that noise.

Yuuji licks upward, her mouth closing hotly over—

“Sensei!” Satoru cries out, her heels digging painfully into floor as her back snaps into an arch, and it doesn’t save her from Yuuji’s mouth on her clit, fresh heat soaking into it while she sucks on it through the fabric, and it’s like nothing Satoru’s ever felt—nothing like her hand, like Yuuji’s hand.

Pulsing pleasure consumes her, the verge of an eruption.

Satoru pulls on Yuuji’s hair, but that thick mane just swallows her fists like they’re nothing, and Yuuji pushes even more firmly into Satoru, her tongue digging into the clit like she’s trying to stab through the fabric, and it’s a scorching hell, the pressure and the motion of that muscle over torturous fabric, and then it’s gone and Yuuji’s sucking, her mouth a holy hell even through the wet fabric, and this time, Satoru arches into her mouth, as helpless and violent as the last time.

Teeth dig into her mound; dirty heat assaults her clit.

Satoru comes with Yuuji’s name mangled on her tongue, her whole body shuddering violently on the chair. Molten fissures crack her open, a rippling wave from gut to skull. Satoru’s hips keep moving even as she shudders and whines, pushing her cunt into Yuuji’s face, and there’s no real space for it, Yuuji still mouthing viciously at Satoru through the fabric, and that doesn’t stop even when Satoru does, the bite of pleasure growing a little too sharp, except that doesn’t spare her the mouth now again attached to her clit, the slick drenching the fabric there making it easy for the deft heat of Yuuji’s mouth to lance into those overworked nerves.

“S-sensei,” Satoru gasps, pulling on Yuuji’s hair, and it’s just as useless as before, all of it, and all Yuuji does is make a noise into Satoru’s cunt, wicked vibrations lashing through it. Satoru tries to pry her off, all desperate reflex, and then Yuuji’s sucking in earnest, coaxing the dying sparks of Satoru’s climax into a raging fire, and her leg kicks out, meeting empty air and somehow landing on Yuuji’s shoulder.

Yuuji only lifts Satoru’s hips to better assail her cunt.

The second orgasm feels like the furious ghost of the first, clawing open the same nerves to pour fire into them. Satoru chokes on a noise she didn’t even show she could make, some wet, wretched thing that echoes through the classroom.

Yuuji—

“Hurts,” Satoru whimpers, too sensitive to give a fuck about pride or shame. “Sensei, please, it’s—”

Yuuji draws back, her mouth detaching from Satoru’s cunt without ceremony. The eyes that peer up at Satoru are a devouring dark, plain brown and ringed red both dominated by their pupils, and Yuuji’s mouth is wet, her lips gleaming a dirty pink, and Satoru doesn’t whether it’s spit or slick or both, and it doesn’t matter because her body reacts with another wave of wetness, which soaks her already throbbing cunt.

Her panties feel like a fucking swamp.

“I’ve been wondering,” Yuuji says, her voice all gravel, “if you’d be sweet all over.”

Satoru’s soul makes a spirited attempt to exit her body. “Yuuji.”

Yuuji licks her lips, and her eyes slide down Satoru’s body, lingering on her heaving chest for a moment before settling on the filthy wet flesh right in front of her face, and then she licks her lips again, a slow, deliberate gesture that Satoru feels somewhere deep.

“No,” she says weakly, yanking uselessly at Yuuji’s hair. “Don’t even think—”

Yuuji peels her panties to the side, leaning in close so her breath falls hot on Satoru’s cunt.

Satoru freezes, a whimper and worse stuck in her throat.

Yuuji closes her eyes and breathes in.

Satoru discovers new dimensions of embarrassment.

“Sensei!” she snaps. “The hell are you doing?!”

“Can’t I savor you?” Yuuji asks, her voice dangerously soft, not just because of the tone but also because it’s so close to Satoru’s cunt, every word a heated huff against those throbbing folds. “You’re very delicious, Satoru-chan.”

Satoru strangles another pathetic whine. “S-shut up, just—”

Yuuji laps at her, with enough space between her mouth and Satoru’s cunt for Satoru see the gleaming pink tongue that drags through her folds, wet against wet.

The sensation hits a second later, like Satoru’s mind was trying to protect her.

“Oh,” she gasps, every cell in her body narrowing down to her cunt—to Yuuji’s mouth on her bare cunt. “Oh, fuck.”

[yandere-fics]

Ok I'm sorry but the Raphael feeding idea is just so good I had to get words out. Don't let this discourage you from writing your own thing

"G-GET OFF OF ME!!" You screamed as she pushed you to the floor. Her hands wrapped around your wrists as your legs flailed around desperately, your body twisting in a desperate attempt to escape her. Yet despite this, it did nothing, her strength was beyond anything you had expected, she pinned your limbs down effortlessly, the other hand holding down your waist as she slinked a knee between your legs.

"Please Raffie... please get off me... please d-don't hurt me Raffie" you whimpered, her breath was hot on your neck, shaky and desperate, as though she was fighting the very urge to breathe

"I-I'm sorry my sunflower... I just... I need...." her voice was rapsy like a buried whisper, her fangs grazing your neck, her hunger insatiable, she tried her best not to breathe, lest she smell the crimson that teased under your tender skin.

"N-no!! Raffie no!!! I know you're hungry but please!! Just one more day!!! Y-you can find someone to feed on tomorrow I know it!!! Please Raffie... I... I don't want this.." you cried, desperately trying to turn your head away, it was all you could do now, she had overpowered you entirely, her body pinning you down as she moved closer, her fangs pressing into your tender flesh as her knee pressed to your crotch, eliciting a terrified squeak from your lips.

"Please Raphael... please don't... I... I love you Raphael... I love you... isn't that what you wanted to hear?! I really do love you... please don't hurt me... please..." you sobbed, her breath was shaky, the moment felt like it stretched forever. You thought maybe that would stop it, maybe finally hearing those words would make her relent - maybe she'd be so happy she'd overcome her hunger.

"I... I love you too..." she whispered, releasing her grip around your wrists, you smiled as her hand trailed softly to your cheek... only for her her to grip your hair as her fangs thrust into your neck.

"N-NO!!! STOP!!! RAPHAEL STOP!!!!!!" PLEASE STOP IT, YOU'RE HURTING ME!!! YOU'RE HURTING ME RAPHAEL!! I LOVE YOU!! I LOVE YOU PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" you screamed, the pain was unlike anything you'd ever felt, the prick of her fangs felt like gigantic bent needles, but the feeling that followed - the feeling of your very essence being drained, drank, savoured, by the hungry beast that was supposed to be your spouse, your guardian. It was a pain unlike anything you'd ever felt. It burned like fire and cramped like poison, your body seized up and felt like it was going to turn inside out, all you could do was shake and spasm as she drained you, your blood being sucked from your veins yet your mind agonisingly clear. Your head did not grow light, your vision didn't blur, you were acutely aware of the agony you were enduring, all you could do was cry, weakly sob as she betrayed you, and yet, you were not the only one, for she too wept, her tears washing down your neck along with the blood, mixing into a pool of sorrow on the floor. How painful it was; to force her sunflower to wilt.

-girlfailure

Oooo delicious

[morbidlemur]

I've just arrived at the bar when I receive a text from you

"just got home from work wya?"

"I'm out."

I'm usually not that short with you, I know I shouldn't be, but my favorite bar doesn't allow phones in the backroom and I'm already checking my shirt. I turn my phone off and head in.

About half an hour later I'm chatting up a guy in pup gear, my finger hooked into the belt loop of his knee length leather shorts, when I feel a hard yank on the back of my collar. I instinctively move my hands up to my neck to try to stop myself from choking as I stumble backwards but you've already moved both hands to my waist, digging your fingers into my hips. I can smell you before I see you. Musk. Work sweat. You grab me by the front of my collar and drag me to the simulated alley.

"you thought you could just disrespect me like that and I wouldn't come and find you and teach you a lesson" you slap me in the face "stupid faggot". you let go of me for a moment and look down to see my aching hard cock through my jeans. You slam your hand into my crotch and grope my balls too hard. I wince and buckle over as much as I can between you and the wall.

"oh puppy, did you think you were gonna fuck someone with this useless cock? God what a stupid slut" your strong hand grips my crotch so hard that I whimper despite myself. "oh, poor baby is Daddy hurting your puppy parts?" you slap them again hard before turning me around and slamming me back into the wall and ripping my pants down and exposing my bare ass and the straps of my jock. one hand stays on the back of my neck while I hear the other unzip your pants. I expect you to pull your cock out and thrust into me immediately, but suddenly your hand lights up my ass. I yelp in pain and surprise.

"who's ass is this?" before I can answer you hit me again "speak mutt. Who's ass is this?". You spank me over and over till I stutter out

"y-yours"

"and who am I?" you hiss in my ear

"D-Daddy"

"mmm, that's my good boy" you say and with one swift motion you pull your cock out, spit on it, and plunge into me. I moan loud, I know people will be looking now but I can't help it, you taking me all at once with no lube hurts. You grab my hips hard and pump into me, stretching me to my limit. Your grip on me gets tighter, your fingers digging into the inside of my hip bones, bruising.

My moans get louder and my fingers curl into the wall grasping at nothing. My cock is stiff and leaking, begging for attention. I fuck myself back into you but my cock still throbs desperately. your pace speeds up as you mutter barely coherently "good fuck toy, fucking faggot you're so fucking tight fuck". I move my hand down to touch my cock and you clock it immediately.

"you can touch but dont you dare pull you cock out" you growl in my ear. I don't think about it, grateful just to have permission to touch. I rub and stroke my cock through my jock already so close. Feeling you pound into me and stroking myself it doesn't take long. I cum clenching around you and moan as I feel you cum inside me filling me up. You stay throbbing inside me for what feels like forever. I become very aware of the mess I've made of my jock strap as you turn me around.

"god, what a desperate faggot look what a mess you made" you say with a smile, grabbing me by the shirt "come on, pull your pants up, we're going home".

[wildfantasykitten]

As my eyes tiredly creep open in the morning, not even remembering falling asleep, I was so drained. My arm under your head and gripped tightly by you as my hand rests on your belly, I look at how big it’s grown through the night, amazed at the progress you’ve made. I warmly smile a little and mutter to myself “Wow, someone must’ve been very hormonal” I chuckle silently before sliding tighter against you, my other arm wrapping around you, my hands meeting as they can both rest comfortably on your swollen abdomen now.

You wiggle into me in your sleep, craving my warmth and touch. “That’s my baby mama” I think before your butt cheeks nestle themselves against my crotch, making my dick rest between their soft rises. I look down and stifle a laugh in myself. “Yep, that’s you alright”. I kiss the back of your head as gently and tenderly as possible, your hair softly between my lips and your warm skin. This makes you sigh contentedly in your sleep, unconsciously pressing into me again as you grip my arm tighter. “Growing babies really takes it out of you, huh?” I think. Your new movements pushing your cheeks further around my cock, the end of your plug rubbing against my head, turning me on and reminding me we were smart enough to not let anything go to waste last night. “Oh, thank god” I think. Remembering just how many times my seed filled you up yesterday. The erotic memories and plug rubbing me starting to make me hard again already.

Sighing as I close my eyes and rest my head against your’s, kissing your neck so softly you don’t even react in your sleep. “I really couldn’t have lucked out more on who I could fill with our babies” I think. “You’re gonna make the best baby mama” I mutter out loud accidentally as I start to yawn. Falling back to sleep with you as tight against me as possible, my cock growing between your cheeks as my hands cradle your stretching bump.

I sleep against you like this for hours, my body gently shifting and pressing against yours to maintain the sense of security and warmth that I always feel from being held tightly in your arms. I know I'm safe here. I know I'm treasured here. I know that I'm yours.

I know it even without having to be awake.

A soft moan escapes me as I feel you grinding softly against my ass, feeling your cock harden as it presses against the plug keeping all of your seed safely trapped inside me. Yet even in sleep, there's some part of me that seems to sense that there's something not quite right--that the plug, for as needed as it was when we went to bed last night, isn't what I really want to have filling my tight little hole right now. It's not you. I want to feel you.

My hips gently twist as my leg instinctively opens, another soft moan of wanting sounding from my slumbering form like a siren song beckoning you to me. Obviously asleep, I don't understand exactly why I can feel your cock grinding against the place I want it most but not being able to push into me. All I really know in that moment is just how badly I want to feel it--

And that wanting turns very quickly into craving.

"........Babe........" You hear me all but mewling out for you as I slowly start to draw more and more into the world of wakefulness, my eyes fluttering softly as I turn my head, my lower body pressing outwards towards your hands still protectively and possessively holding my pregnant belly. It's only then that I'm really made aware of my new size, and the feeling of my taut skin extended so far outward against your hands has me blearily trying to open my eyes. I had no idea just how worn out I really was until now, finding that even after sleeping in so late I'm still having trouble fully rousing myself to wake up. It's then that the memories start flooding back all at once: you taking me twice, the two of us holding my belly together as you filled it up and made it start to expand right there in our hold, you tucking me safely in our bed with the pillows propping my body in all the right places just to give your seed the best opportunity to take inside me. We were trying to make babies together. We did make our babies together. "Babe.....?"

My vision slowly comes into focus and I love that the first thing I see is your face, a soft, loving smile crossing my face as I reach out to gently caress your cheek.

"Time to wake up, baby daddy," I murmur sweetly to you as I press my ass a little more insistently against your hard cock. "Your baby mama needs to feel you back inside him instead of this plug."

[3smo]

for the event #14 "we're in public, you know?" and Armin Arlert from Attack on Titan

Thank uu <33 and congrats on 1k

• "we're in public, you know?" (#14)

warning: dom reader. gn reader. modern au. vibrator. semi- public.

491 words.

1k event.

armin had a little problem with not keeping his hand to himself, grinning at you then feigning an innocent expression. you had to admit it was believable if you weren't the one who knew what was going on behind the scenes.

his nimble fingers resting on your inner thigh, inching closer to your crotch. he was a little brat. and it irritates you take he gets what he wants.

you were lucky there was table clothes covering both of you.

"armin, darling..." his big, puppy eyes stare at you, silently asking whats wrong. you kept a straight face, placing you palm on his lower back, you lean closer to his ear. "we're in public, you know?"

"i'm aware." he grins, suppressing a shiver. you brush his hair behind his ear, touching his lips with your fingertips. he stifles a whimper. "..tickles.."

"i hope you don't mind this." you whisper, taking your phone out of your pocket. it seems armin forgot about one thing.

"mind wha- ah! mm..." armin presses his legs together, breathing heightening and his back arching slightly. the vibrator inside him turned on. he removes his hand away from you in a hurry, gripping onto your shirt instead. "(n-name), not that high.. p-please!"

there was small bzzz. obviously from the toy inside him. armin was afraid that someone would notice - and here comes the waiter.

"you started it, now be a good boy and order your food." he stares at you with wide eyes, placing both his hand between his thighs to conceal his shakiness.

the waiter gives a worried look to armin, then glancing at you. - "is everything okay, sir?"

armin gives a shaky nod, keeping his head bow. you feign a worried look. "darling? you feeling alright?"

he jumps slightly when you lower the setting, he was able to breath a little properly but it seemed to be edging him more than anything.

"mhm.. c- i wan- mm, n-numbe-"

"he'll have number 6, i'll also have the same." you interrupted him sharply. the waiter quickly writes it down, placing a hand on armin's trembling shoulder. "would you like some water?"

aw she was worried. too bad she didn't know what was really going on. he shakes his head, biting his bottom lip. she nods before quickly walking away.

once she was out of ear's reach, armin released a whine, gripping your forearm.

"she probably knows whats going on, puppy." you raise a brow at his pathetic, whimpering state. he sound like an actually puppy. armin pleads with his eyes, his body stuttering.

"i'm sorRy! Sorry!" you place your lips to his forehead, kissing him softly. armin shakes in your hands.

"have you learned your lesson?" he nods eagerly, letting go of your arm. you palm him over his pants watching as his mouth falls open, hands curling up into fists beside him.

you knew, very well, he didn't learn his lesson. he never does.

...

[mintmatcha]

quickie - dabi X hero!reader

Dabi x cis!fem reader

CW: public sex, voyeurism, standing sex, doll as a nickname, praise

 a/n: thanks to shan’s discover server for dealing with my bullshit creating this <3

   "We can't keep doing this."

The figure, leaned against the graffitied brick of a building, tosses back his hood as he takes another drag from his cigarette.  The black of his hair, streaked with the occasional red, shines under the streetlamp.  His burns are worse than the last time you’ve seen him, stretching from his face to his knuckles.

"You say that everytime." Dabi drops the cigarette butt and crushes it under the heel of his boot. "But you always come anyway."

You scuff your heel against the concrete, listening to how it echoes down the empty street. The dive bar you two stand in front of long ago cleared, all of the patrons disappearing into the night. 

Maybe heading home. Most likely not.

You should be heading home too.

"I'm only here because you asked me to be here." you ask cooly, forcing your eyes to stay glued to your phone. You don't look away until his tight grip clutches your shoulder. Against the chill of the night, his touch is comforting.

"Don't play coy." he scoffs, "I never asked you to be here, little hero."

You flinch at the nickname, checking your surroundings once again. Being recognized as a hero would mean trouble in this neighborhood. You already clearly don't belong; you had dressed nicely for a date- a date with another hero, someone good for you-

only to abandon him the moment this asshole texted you.

"I just told you I was bored," Dabi smirks, the stitches at the corners of his mouth pulling as he eyes you up, "And you decided to entertain me, apparently." 

You wish your heart wasn't beating out of your chest. You're not quite sure what it was about him- maybe the danger, maybe daddy issues, maybe the horrifying idea that you genuinely cared about him, maybe something entirely different- but you were wrapped around his fingers.

And he is well aware of it.

He hooks a finger under the strap of your dress and pulls it down and off your shoulder with a languid pace, eyes tracing over the exposed skin. "I like this. Kinda fancy, kinda skimpy-" His tongue runs over the edge of one of his incisors, his piercing catching the low light. "It's like you're asking for trouble."

You just shrug. "Maybe I am looking for trouble."

"I told you to stop playing coy." His hand cups your chin, dragging it up to look at him directly. His gaze is dark, hungry, and more than a little dangerous. "Are you here to get dicked down or what?"

You try to sound nonchalant, but your voice is high and tight in your throat. “If that’s what you want, I guess.” 

“Aw, come on now, lil hero. Don’t pretend to be a brat." he grins, pulling your head higher, “Lemme hear you say it. Tell me you came here to get fucked."

“I-” you hesitate.

“Come on, say it.” he takes your hand in his and, for a second, it's sweet- but then he guides it down to the front of his pants, cupping you over his crotch to feel the beginning of his excitement. "Say you wanna get fucked."

You swallow, and then gently squeeze his cock. "I want you to have sex with me."

"Nuh-uh. That's not what I said." he leans into you, lips brushing against yours, blue eyes never leaving yours, "Say you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me."

“Aw, dirty girl.” he purrs, "What would everyone think? The perfect sidekick, begging for a villain's cock?"

He closes the gap and catches the plush of your lip between his teeth- hard. You gasp and he doesn't waste the opportunity; his tongue finds yours, rushed and messy. 

The kiss breaks, a string of spit connecting your lips for a microsecond. "Turn around."

Before you can react, Dabi's hand grips your forearm and twists it behind you, forcing you against the wall. The prickle of the brick digs into your cheek, but you can't focus on the pain- only the heat of his hands: one holding you still, the over sliding up your skirt.

"H-here?" you whisper, but don't resist. "Someone could see."

"Yeah-" his chuckle is low, "That's the fun part." 

He's quick to flip the fabric up and over your ass, exposing your lacy panties to the night air. His palms your ass and shakes it, eyes glued to how it shakes and quivers under his touch.

"Very sexy." he coos almost mockingly, pulling the elastic of your panties so taut that it digs into your skin. You flinch when it snaps back, further pressing yourself into the wall, and Dabi laughs.

"Aw, sensitive little thing, aren'tcha?" he grinds against you, the rough fabric of his jeans doing nothing to hide the swell of his cock. It rubs between your ass cheeks, the friction of demin already burning. The only respite in the cool metal of his studded belt, smooth and slick against you.

"Are you sure you can handle this, baby?" he tugs you closer by the bicep, arching your back until your head falls back. Like this, he looks down at you, a wolfish grin on his face. "I'd be so sad if I broke you."

"No, you wouldn't-" your free arm slides down his front, thumb dipping into the waistband and fingers rolling over the buckle.

"Yeah, you're right." he helps you unclasp the buckle, the gentle tinkling the only sound that echoes down the empty street. It hits you then that, despite the late hour, someone could approach at any moment and catch you being fucked by a wanted criminal.

The scrape of denim is replaced by hot, smooth skin and a tickle of his happy trail. Dabi lets the weight of his cock fall against your folds and a warm trickle of precum grazes your cheek. The night only seems to be getting colder, but the latent heat of Dabi's skin only seems to build.

"Fuck--" he ruts up against you unexpectedly, "You're fucking dripping-" You can feel his cock sliding against you, the wetness of your arousal letting him easily slip between your thighs. The head of his cock ghosts near your clit, not nearly the pressure you need. "God, maybe I'll just fuck you like this-"

A whine escapes your throat before you can tamp it down. 

"Oh, don’t be a brat.” he pulls back, “I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

He digs into his pocket and pulls out a gold foil packet, flashing it to you. You two agreed on protection since the first hook up- your insistence. He quickly rips into it with his teeth and rolls the condom down, barely covering his length before he pushes against your entrance, his fat head easily popping inside despite the stretch. You expect him to fully bury himself in one stroke, like he always does, but he stays there inside you, his cock barely past the petals of your pussy. Impatiently, you wiggle back against him, desperate for more, but he braces against you.

"Slow down, now-" he clicks his tongue before pressing a surprisingly soft kiss into your temple. Then, he shoves you forward again, face smushed into the rocky brick. "Lemme enjoy this properly."

You teeter on your high heels, legs already shaking as he finally rolls his hips forward inch by inch. Under his breath, he mutters so low that you can't understand him, but you catch clippings of praise and curses.

His pace is unusually slow, letting you savor the fullness of his whole cock before he pulls back to the tip. His breath is uncomfortably warm against the back of your neck. The scent of ash and tobacco that clings to him makes your stomach turn, but you can't help but want more of it- more of him.

The hand of your hip, unnaturally warm, almost burning, slips around to the front of the panties, dipping into the fabric to trace supply circles around your clit. It's nice- soft and gentle-

but you don't fuck Dabi to be gentle.

With your free hand, you push against the wall, forcing him to sink into you, hard. "Fucking hell-" he chokes out a groan as you start bucking against him. He uses your forearm as leverage, pulling and pushing down his length faster and faster. "That's it-- bounce like that- oh, good girl-"

Your voice, pathetic and lewd, fills the stress, but Dabi does nothing to muffle it. Of course he doesn't- he likes the risk. He wants to be caught, wants people to see him splitting you in half. Anyone even remotely close would be able to hear the wet, sloppy sound of your pussy, but you can't find it in yourself to care.

Once you get the rhythm he wants, Dabi releases your arm and grabs on to the front of your dress, palming your tits through the fabric greedily. It's rough, almost bruising, squishing you solely for his pleasure.

"So soft," he breathes. After a moment, he decides the fondling isn't enough and wraps his fingers under the hem, digging into the fat of your chest. With a firm tug, he snaps the remaining strap, freeing one of your tits into the cool night air. You don't even have time to shiver before his hand takes it place against you. 

Dabi always runs warm, but something about sex- albeit the desire or the physical contact- makes him hot. The stroke of his hands, the lips across your shoulder blade, the dip of his stomach against your back- all of them leave ghosts, trails of goosebumps where heat used to be.

Even through the condom, his cock radiates heat deep inside your cunt, twitching and pulsing with every stroke. His fingertips never leave their mark, rolling your clit steadily. 

"Y-you gonna cum for me?" he says through his teeth, "Gonna let me f-feel it? Let me make you feel good? Oh, such a good girl for me--"

The pressure on your clit all at once becomes too much and you cum, knees wobbling and threatening to give out. Your pace threatens to falter, but Dabi muscles through it for you.

Dabi's lips find your neck, right below your jaw. A flick of the tongue is followed by the sharp pain of his teeth digging into the soft spot.  Overstimulation hits your quickly, your pussy twitching every stroke.

"'Is too much." you hiccup, reaching behind you blindly. You manage to caress his face, the staples warm and wet with his sweat. He nuzzles into the hand, a surprisingly sweet gesture.

"Just- just take it." he growls. The pace is suddenly lopsided, the rhythm gone as he starts to cum.

The gentle pulsing of his cock is immediately followed by pooling warmth. No, warmth is an understatement. It's hot, almost unbearably. You keen away from him, but he stays locked against you.

"G-get off," you hiccup, "You're t-too hot."

"You're not so bad yourself, doll." He withdrawals and quickly peels the condom off, tossing it to the side. He spins you around, running a thumb under your eye. Flecks of mascara and eyeliner stick to his skin. "Especially like this." he gestures to you as a whole. Running makeup, ripped dress, quivering legs, your own cum glossing your thighs- you look destroyed.

"You should walk around like this all the time." Dabi wipes his stomach with his shirt, haphazardly smearing the wetness more than cleaning it, before redoing his buckle. He takes his time, clearly not concerned about being exposed. "On second thought- nah. Just wear this for me." 

You shimmy your dress down, trying to cover your ass as quickly as possible. "You're disgusting." 

He throws his head back and laughs. "You didn't seem to think so a couple minutes ago." 

"Fuck you."

Dabi shakes a cigarette free from the carton and sticks it between his teeth. "Aw, doll-" he dots the tip with his finger and it alights, deep orange against the dark of the night. "You just did."

[izzuku]

AIMED TO KILL

summary- you never understood why you woke up in the middle of the night. You were always searching for something. Maybe even someone. You felt watched. In the spotlight. You were well aware that being the descendant of an important family put you in danger but your parents taught you how to protect yourself. You haven't had the need to hurt someone, but maybe your survival instinct is telling you that someone is trying to kill you.

warnings/content- Dainsleif x gn!reader, modern au!, assassin dainsleif, physical violence, mentions of weapons, kind of sexual tension, blood (on the lips and also getting bite with force), enemies to lovers trope, ropes and tying people up.

au/note- i have this song stuck in my head and I thought: hmm, why not make it a dainsleif au in which he wants to kill someone but doubts himself because he fell in love and kinda wants to kiss them? And here we are!

THANKS FOR THE 230 BABES ILY <3

There was the feeling again. It was currently 3:40 in the morning. You didn't drink, nor do something that could keep you awake. But that feeling in the back of your head. Your hairs stood up and in your dreams there was a voice that kept repeating the same thing:

“Wake up.”

The room was dark and silent. Blinking a couple of times you got used to the darkness and could visualize the furniture. But there was something off on one of the corners. A tall shadow stood there and before you got the chance to attack, it pushed you again on the mattress, your mouth muffled by the gloved hand.

“One word and your throat will turn into a bloody fountain.”

His voice was deep and filled with anger and something in you instantly recognized him. But you weren't going to let him have his way with you. You were raised way better than that.

“Do not touch me scum.”

Your leg reacted faster than him, kicking into his stomach. A groan fell out of his lips and he stepped back abruptly. When you turned around you got a glimpse of blonde strands of hair until his hands grabbed you with force to push your body against the wardrobe. It hurt a lot. You started thinking that he was going to be hard to defeat.

“Ugh, fuck...” Your eyes closed and opened quickly. “You're gonna regret that.”

Having your hands blocked your only solution was another kick, this time, on his crotch. He kneeled down, grabbing himself instinctively. This gave you enough time to punch him and push him backwards.

“While sleeping? Really? I thought spies were taught better than filthy tricks like these.”

You took confident steps until you were almost on top of him. His eyes glanced over your body up to your own gaze. Your muscles were a bit sore from the fight and because you suddenly woke up so you tried grabbing him by the collar of his black tight shirt, pulling down the face mask that hid his identity.

Golden locks fell down to his ocean eyes, his lip split with some blood and what you could describe as a killer gaze. Apart from the part were he is a spy that was sent to kill you, his face was sculpted by gods themselves. The way his face was shaped, his eyes, his lips. Everything fitted him as if it was made for him. And for you luck, he was there in front of you.

“Gonna say something or are you going to kill me already?” His voice cut through your thoughts like a kitchen knife, making you flinch. The hand that once was grabbing his mask was soon twisted behind your back, pushing you against the nearest wall in your room.

“For fuck's sake- Let me go-! You bitch.”

With your face squished to the wall, it was harder to talk and raise your voice for help. His grip on your hand tightened and his torso closed the gap in between your bodies so he could whisper in your ear.

“I'm going to turn you around very slowly...if you try to do anything to hurt me, I'll get rid of your limbs one by one. Do you understand?”

His hands turned your waist with caution. You were aware that both your arms were now tied with some tight ropes and that scape was not an option.

“Hey, look at me.”

The touch of his fingertips on your chin sent electric waves through your skin and a mix of anger and excitement flourished within you. You cursed yourself. How could someone so attractive be a killer? Your eyes travelled along his body, setting on his lips and an idea popped in your head.

“What? Do you want my attention that much? I mean...you're supposed to kill me but I'm not seeing any weapons.” Slowly, you let him see the smile on your face, testing the waters while caged under his arms.

“Do not test me. I'm here to finish my job and we can do this the good way or the bad way.” Something cold and sharp travelled from your stomach to your chin, tapping lightly under the bottom lip.

“Hmm I better make your job harder if I'm the bad one, don't you think?”

Pulling yourself closer to him you used one last bounce to kiss him. A fast yet passionate kiss that was unprepared. The small gasp that his mouth left before you kissed him and the way his hands froze in place. He didn't know how to react. Getting kissed by your victim? Specially from the descendant of the family that you're supposed to kill? Unacceptable coming from a high rank spy.

“Hmm..hggm-!” The muffled sounds of your lips soon turned to groans as the skin of it bled lightly. While thinking the one in control of the situation was you, he took a chance to bring you down and grab a hold of you.

“Now that's better. Did my teeth hurt? I thought you're into that kind of stuff, angel.” The way the nickname rolled out of his mouth so smoothly only made you want him more. After spitting the blood that was left, you smirked and laughed full of ecstasy.

“Oh I sure am. I wanna play more with you,Dain.”

[one-boring-person]

Fic request: cock-warming Woland as you sleep 😌

I hope you like this!😁

Every Last Drop.

Woland x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, cockwarming

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Tagging: @echoe-l @creme-bruhlee

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Warmth envelopes me even as I rouse from my sleep, aware of the body pressed up against me, leaving no room between us. Long, arms circle me, one over my waist, fingers splayed on my stomach, the other pushed underneath me so it can wrap around my abdomen, too. A scent fills my nostrils, not quite discernible yet utterly wonderful to breathe in, comforting me even though I know it should be making me uneasy, as it does with so many others. 

Behind me, Woland remains dead-still, apparently still asleep, though I can feel that other parts of him are far from it. Still inside me from the evening before, the being's cock softly twitches, hardening ever so slightly in the tight heat of my cunt, feeling incredibly hot inside me as it his bare skin does. I can't help but groan as I recall his words from before: "I'm going to keep you here, all stretched around me, so I can use you as and when I need you."

I can feel everything, each vein on his length pulsing, his head brushing against my g-spot every now and then, still as good to have inside me as it was hours before. It's heavenly (no irony intended) to feel so full, so completely owned by him that he's holding me here for his own benefit. All I can do is hope none of the others walk in on him with some urgent business now.

It's then that I feel it. A shift of his hips.

At first, I ignore it, choosing to believe I imagined it until he does it again, at which point I have to bite back a moan. The chest pressed tightly to my back vibrates with a dark chuckle, the arms around me tightening slightly, the sound resonating through me as his commanding voice fills my ears, low and sultry now, still carrying the rich note it always does.

"I can feel you clenching around me, (Y/n). I know you're awake." Woland's lips suddenly appear at my ear, pressed against me. He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust of his cock into me, drawing a gasp from my throat.

"I'm sorry, Messire, I can't help it…you feel so good inside me…" I stifle another moan as he lifts a hand to grip my chin, turning my head towards his. 

In the darkness I can just see his blazing green eye, the other lost to the shadows cloaking his body. A single strand of hair falls across his brow, but that's the only tell of his previous activities.

"I know I do. And I know that you'd very much like it if I were to just start fucking you." He purrs in my ear, my walls clenching around him again at the lewd words, unused to hearing such crude things from him even after our times together, "That's right, (Y/n), I know very well what you'd like. And yet, I can't help but want to hear you say it yourself."

My body goes somewhat still when he says that, knowing full well that he can easily figure that out for himself if there are any doubts. 

Naturally, he notices my hesitance and digs his fingers into my jaw slightly.

"Is that disobedience I'm seeing?" His voice is quietly threatening now, still carrying the slight humour from before but with a distinct edge. 

Hastily, I shake my head, hastening to reply.

"N-no, Messire, not at all!" I take a breath, gathering myself even as I feel him twitch inside me again, clearly as ready for me as I am for him, "I'd like it if you could fuck me, Messire. Use me like you want so I can feel you cum inside me. Please, I need it so badly, Messire."

"Is that so?" I can hear the smirk in his voice, Woland's hand on my stomach moving towards my crotch ever so slowly.

"Yes, Messire, please! I need to feel you…" My voice trails off as he gives a soft bite to my ear.

"Now, now, as good as it is for me to hear you begging for me, I do think it may be better if you were to keep the noise down. We wouldn't want Koroviev or Behemoth, or even Azazello to see you in such a compromising situation." He hums teasingly, sliding his hand over my mouth, palm clamping down over my lips tightly, "That's better."

I have no time to process what's happening before Woland has pressed me down into the mattress with his other hand, propping himself up on his elbow to tower over my prone form. Whimpering in surprise behind his tight grip, I feel pleasure suddenly erupt in me as he slams the head of his cock as far inside of me as he can reach. Immediately following this, he pulls almost completely out, leaving me feeling empty for the first time tonight until he rams himself back inside me, a very low grunt escaping him from the force. Using his whole weight, he repeats the motion, gripping my waist for leverage as he fucks himself into me, making obscene sounds as our combined orgasms from the evening before, mixed with my copious amounts of arousal lubricated his every thrust, letting him slide deeper and deeper each time.

Moans are caught and forced back by the large hand wrapped around my face, his grip tightening as he uses me. Pleasure races through me, a knot building very quickly in my stomach from the constant stimulation from the last few hours, my eyes squeezing shut as he somehow manages to go faster and harder, pounding into me. The heat from his cock spreads through me like wildfire, setting alight to all my nerves as he starts to leak inside me, precum adding to the fluids already there. 

"Now, I'm going to finish inside you again, and you're going to keep my cock inside you again to make sure none of it drips out. Do I make myself clear?" Woland growls into my ear, teeth latching onto my neck as if to emphasize himself.

Nodding frantically, I clench around his hard cock, tears falling from my eyes at how good he feels slamming into me like he is, my arousal coating my thighs in a thick layer as he wraps his other arm around me and pulls me down hard on his cock. 

Hot, sticky ropes of cum fill my throbbing cunt again, his cock spasming uncontrollably as he grunts once, holding me down on him. Close to orgasming, I clench around him tightly until I feel a long finger probing at my clit. Almost instantly, the pressure being applied to the sensitive bud throws me into a mind-blowing orgasm, my head going blank as I cum once again, writhing in his grip even as he holds me vice-like against his hard, hot body. 

After a moment, I return to my senses, my inner walls fluttering around his softening cock inside me, a distinct wetness obvious between the two of us. 

"Remember what I said," Woland leans back again, pulling me onto my side so he can hold me in the cradle of his arms, removing his hand from my mouth, "You're to keep every last drop."

Breathing heavily, I try to make myself coherent enough to reply.

"Y-yes, Messire."  

"Good." He presses a gentle yet possessive kiss to my cheek, laying back against the pillows once more, resuming the deathlike slumber he seems to prefer, though I'm not sure whether he's asleep or not.

Adjusting on his cock slightly, I lean back against him, relishing in the warmth and safety somehow being exuded by him, bliss still coursing through me as I fall asleep with his cock inside me once more.

[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

*-*-*

That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

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As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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@maxverstappenx @grandestrategia (because you are worth it 🦋💙)

[nothing-but-dreamy]

COMBAT TRAINING WITH LEON

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Words: 1.369

Warnings: none, fluff

Synopsis: You want to improve your combat skills, so you asked Leon. You just never expected such a developing

"Again!", the deep voice demanded serious, getting ready for the next attempt. His muscles were tense, his fists raised to defend himself. His pulse was still steady even if he was already sweaty.

You on the other hand were quite the opposite. You just laid on the mat on your back, trying to catch your breath while you stared at the ceiling of the gym.

Yes, it had been your idea to improve your combat skills.

Yes, it had been your idea to ask Leon to train with you.

And yes, you were aware that this close physical interaction wasn't helpful for the crush you had developed on Leon but you also enjoyed it to be this close to a man you knew you had no chance with.

Somehow, you had the feeling that Leon S. Kennedy seemed to enjoy it to see you suffer. As you laid still motionless on the ground, covered in your own sweat, Leon appeared in your field of view. Like a god, he towered over you, looking down amused, "You're done with relaxing, sweetheart? Can we continue?", he asked and offered you his hand to get up.

Smirking, you ignored his help to jump on your feet in a swift move. You looked challenging up into Leon's eyes, "Let us continue."

Leon nodded with a grin, impressed about your perseverance and will to get better. You got ready and Leon considered his next step carefully. You were already good and Leon wanted to show you a few tricks without telling you them. In his eyes it would be more effective if you learned them on your own.

You watched Leon's moves closely as he stepped to your right with slow, calculated side steps. You had an idea what he was about to do and so, you stepped back. As Leon stepped forward to launch an attack, you rushed towards him, dodging his punch to get to his side. With this momentum, you stepped on his thigh with your right foot to climb on him before you flung your left leg around his neck. You expected him to grab you and as he did exactly that, you used the swing to push against his chest to get him off balance.

In the next moment, you found yourself pinning Leon on the floor with your hands pressing against his shoulders, your faces just inches away from each other. Both of you were breathless and surprised. You grinned triumphantly as you realized that you had brought Leon Kennedy on the mat just to notice then HOW you were sitting on top of him: straddling his crotch with your legs.

As Leon saw the realization seeking into your face, he started to smirk slowly. He liked the sight of your cheeks turning bright pink which was not just a reaction of the combat activities. Leon knew you as cheeky and feisty but now, you were flustered and unable to say something. He took advantage of all this, "Well, yn, I have to admit, this isn't the baddest position I have ever been.", Leon whispered raspy, letting his eyes roam over your face and body.

Leon's intense glance made you nervous. His flirty remark and that you were still sitting on top of him weren't also helpful for you to ignore the building heat in your body. You tried to get up but Leon's strong hands were cupping your face, his fingers intertwined with your loosened hair, to keep you in place. Maybe he wanted to say something, maybe not, you would never know it. The moment you felt his lips against yours, it didn't matter anyway.

Leon's lips were softer than you had imagined. They were warm and strong. The kiss made you feel wanted by him. As if only you were important in this moment. Just the two of you existed. As his tongue slowly ran over your button lip, you almost lost your mind about this crazy situation.

Leon left your lips and you were already missing them. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. With closed eyes and a shaky breath, you whispered: "Are you doing that with all your sparring partners?"

Leon waited with his answer until you looked at him, "Just with the really cute ones.", he said and winked, smirking again with his signature smile.

You sighed and rolled with your eyes. This answer gave your mind the right kick to stand up from him finally because this was the flirty womanizer you knew. To give yourself a break to process what just had happened, you walked to your bag for some water.

Leon followed your lead and jumped back on his feet. With slow moves, he approached you to lean with his shoulder against the wall with crossed arms while you looked questioningly up at the man with the handsome face who just stared at you with an unreadable expression, "What?", you asked as he stayed provokingly silent.

"You liked that kiss, didn't you? I mean, I enjoyed it very much.", he said low, coming a bit closer.

You couldn't look at him. That he kissed you was what you had dreamed of but you weren't sure if he was just playing or... "As if.", you whispered insecurely.

Leon was surprised to see you like this. Somehow, he had expected a different reaction from you. For some time, he had searched for a way to get closer to you. That you asked him to train with you was the perfect opportunity. Had he been so wrong? All the signs he had noticed from you had told him everything he had to know to make this step, "Go out with me. Please."

You looked up, shock and surprise mirrored in your eyes, "W-what? Are you kidding me?"

Leon smiled softly, shaking his head, "I'm not kidding.", as he saw your doubtful expression, he leant forward, "Okay, here's the deal: bring me down two more times and we go out. What do you say? It will be your reward for beating me."

You looked into his eyes, "And what if I can't bring you down?", you asked, smirking with one raised brow, slowly getting yourself back under control.

"Then, we have to train until you can do it.", Leon answered, smirking. As he saw your eyes sparkle with excitement, he knew he had understood everything right.

Twenty minutes later, once again, Leon laid on his back with you on top of him. It was the third time and he liked the view already.

You were a bit mad as you understood what he had done. It wasn't that hard to see. You had noticed his slower moves and the less force, "Fuck, damnit! You let me win!", you called out breathlessly.

"W-what? Me? No...way.", Leon said innocently, trying to sound convincing but his smirk betrayed him.

"Leon!", you called out reproachfully, pushing against his chest and trying to stand up.

Leon snaked his arms around your waist preventing you from getting away from him and keeping you in place, "Sue me but I really wanna go out with you."

You leant down, stopping inches over his lips. You were craving to feel them again. You noticed how his eyes flickered down to your lips. He wanted the same and shot butterflies through your body just with the way he looked at you.

You placed your hands on his muscled chest, feeling his fastening heartbeat. Appreciatively, you roamed over his body with your hands while you were under his observing glance, "You played dirty.", you pointed out while feeling his abs under your fingertips, tracing along the lines.

The way you admired him was everything he needed. Everything he wanted. Before you could tell what happened, Leon tightened the grip around your frame, rolled around with you until he was hovering above you, lying between your legs, "Of course, I played dirty and it was totally worth it.", Leon breathed, sensually.

"Ugh.", you groaned playfully annoyed but still chuckling, rolling with your eyes before you grabbed the fabric of Leon’s shirt to pull him into a hungry kiss. Never in his life, Leon gave in so quickly. Just relishing the moment.

[valeskakingdom]

Request

Could I request a part 3? Jerome keeps the reader as his hostage for popularity and attention. Reader is really fond of the attention she gets as well and eventually sleeps with Jerome again? In the end she sees how Galavan kills him and is really sad?

Here's part 4!!

Had to split it in two again...I'm sorry. Post the other half right after this one here!!

Gif credit: @bonniebirddoesgifs

Jerome x female reader (part 4)

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1877

*Days later*

Living with Jerome wasn't as bad as you actually thought. Yes, his possessiveness and always playing the boss annoyed you a lot but you've learned to ignore it.

You literally zoned everything out that made you feel uncomfortable or that annoyed you. And it worked. You were a lot calmer than before, you didn't start panicking immediately when Greenwood or Dobkins were staring at you. You stayed calm because sooner or later they would end up arguing with Jerome if he got aware of it because he hated people staring at you.

You even found 2 new friends: Tabitha and Barbara.

They both were kind to you and helped you how to defend yourself against all these strange lunatics. They treated you how to use a gun, how to fight with or without weapons. You weren't a pro but you got it fast.

It was just a little ordinary for you that they both kept fucking behind Theo's back but it didn't matter to you. You did that with Jerome as well, well, it was more or less behind Theo's back. You both weren't really quiet and you both did it pretty often...and the bites and marks on your neck were pretty obvious because your neck was full of it.

Right now, you were relaxing in your bed watching the news:

"Breaking News

Since a few days (Y/n) (Y/ln) will be missed. Her friend (Y/bff/n) (Y/bff/ln) told that she was about to visit them after watching the cruel claim the Maniax' shot caller Jerome Valeska was giving us. Her friend said she tried to call (Y/n) several times but she didn't pick up the phone. Her friend's afraid that either the Maniax have kidnapped or killed her.

If you see her or have an idea where (Y/n) (Y/ln) could be then please report to the GCPD. Every information can be useful!"

You turned the TV off.

You smirked for yourself. Yes, it sucked that you couldn't be with your friends not could you go out - but you loved this big amount of attention. You were the person peope were looking for. Everyone's eyes were on you as if you were a famous person.

Suddenly your door opened - Barbara.

"Hey darling- ugh, is Jerome still in the bathroom?" She sighed frowning "He should hurry up. Time is running!"

"Calm down Babs," you giggled a little "Wanna watch the news with me? I'm in the TV! My friend is missing me."

"Yeah, I've seen that already." She gave you a short smile "We just need to be careful now. Don't want cops chasing my ass."

"Understandable." You nodded "But...you know, somehow I like this attention. All eyes on me...I never really had that. I was just a simple girl, you could even call me a ghost because no one really noticed me...and now the whole city knows me because I just 'disappeared'. I feel famous and happy."

"Probably because you're famous, somewhat." Barbara gave you a grin flickering her tongue.

"May be, I just know I want more of it. I love being the head of missed people, and I love being the headline." you chuckled letting out a sigh in happiness.

"Wow, Jerome's really got a big effect on you, darling." Barbara scoffed.

"Why's that?"You frowned not understanding what she meant.

"Sweetie, days ago you've been the most anxious and shy girl amongst us. You were frightened by everything that was just moving...and look at you now. You're a smart, calm, sassy ass that reaches for fame - as he does." You both chuckled.

"I could tell you the same with Tabitha. She has to be a master in bed for calming you down after a stressed day. I mean, on the one you're bitching around and after Tabitha 'talks to you in private' at night, you're a sunshine in the next morning." I laughed loudly making Barbara blush.

"Says you! I think I don't need to remind you that the whole city can hear you." Barbara mocked with a laughter.

"At least just the city is hearing me." You laughed louder "I'm sorry, I had to."

"Hey ladies,"Jerome came out of the bathroom before Barbara could respond. He was   just wearing a claret gown, his hair was still wet from the shower "I see, we're in a good mood, doll, aren't we?"

"As always," you grinned "Just had a very nice conversation with Barbara."

"Yeah," Barbara grinned, it faded though as she faced Jerome "Now hurry up, ginger. We don't wanna be late." She left quick.

"She's a feisty one, I like that," Jerome just let out a sigh with a short grin closing the door "But I hate being bossed around. I am the boss!"

He made  his way to you slowly. Then he grabbed your hands pulling you fast out of the bed that you stood close to him. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck while wrapped his around your waist.

You knew this rough undertone on him. He tried to be kind in front of you but actually he was pissed of being commanded - especially by a woman.

"I know and she does, too. She doesn't mean to be a bitch," You assured him with giving him a smile "She's just stressed. Probably needs a quick fuck or something to calm down."

"Hm," Jerome just hummed and shrugged, not really paying attention to what you were saying. Instead he grabbed your ass harshly pulling you close to him. You could feel his bulge growing against your leg "Talking about a quick fuck..."

Before you could even answer, Jerome pressed his lips against yours. His hands grabbed your cheeks and pressed your face even more against his to intense the kiss. His light chuckle in the kiss only made let you blush after you let out a little moan. He pressed his body against yours to close the gap between you two. Your lips parted this time to let his tongue explore your mouth and you couldn't help but moan as he slipped his tongue into your mouth fighting for dominance. You r hands wandered up tangling hour fingers into his hair, gripping and pulling his head further down, deepening the kiss.

He pressed you against the wall and slid a knee in the space separating your thighs to position his body between your legs. His hands gripped your ass lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He lowered his head down to leave a bunch of wet kisses on your neck, you pulled him in closer with your hands and bit your lip in arousal. He licked and bit at the soft skin of your neck, leaving his mark there making you gasp. His lips found yours again and once more.

Your shirt was ripped apart from your body by his eagerness to fuck you and he could feel a strip of your bare skin against his. You arched up into him more and suddenly your hands left his head so that you could the knot of his gown. You shove the gown down from his body, now he stood naked in front of you; his errection was strongly pressed against your crotch.

He unclasped your bra hastily and without pulling away from your mouth he tossed it across the room. With your bare breasts against his chest, you felt a rush of heat slowly spread throughout your body.

You tightened your legs around his waist and pressed him even more against your body. You became horny from the wild make out session; you wanted him right here, right now.

His hand reached down and shoved the button of your pants through its hole impatiently. Eagerness was written in his face. He couldn't wait anymore to finally inset his hard member into you, feel the warm and wet walls on his skin, making you moan and scream his name until you cum.

He slid his hands down to your panties, ripping it off from your legs and throwing it behind him. He moaned quietly when he felt just how hot and wet you were for him. You didn't want to wait any longer and neither did he, it was becoming unbearable. You both wanted, even needed pleasure to be satisfied.

Instantly and without any kind of hesitation, he shove his member into your wet entrance. You let out a gasp followed by a moan, your body stretching to accommodate him.

He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in with a sharp snap of his hips.

Your whole body felt weak with every thrust he did into you as every time you had sex with him. You were completely understand his control, he could do everything with you. Your body shivered slightly through this pleasure he was giving you. Every thrust hurt more, each of your moans became louder, Jerome became faster. Your head was dug into the crook of his neck, your nails were dug into his shoulders leaving marks while you tried to adjust just fast pace and the pleasure.

"Oh God, Jerome!" You cried out loud while scratching his whole back down.

You felt his nails were dug deeper in your ass and his grunts made you shiver in pleasure with every thrust. And again he drilled his long hard member into you making sure he hit your g spot every time he entered your cunt.

He loved hearing you moan, you say he was addicted to it. You moans were giving him chills, aroused him. He couldn't get enough of it. If he could he would fuck you non stop, just to hear all these sweet moans of yours.

You moaned louder as he speeded up. You were hot and tight around him, you heard him swearing with a moan as he felt your walls clenchinh more on his member.

He groaned your name out quietly and you responded by rocking your hips up to give him all the pleasure he needed now.

You bit your lower lip nervously as a knot was built in your abdomen - you knew you were close. You moaned uncontrollably caused by all the pleasure which didn't even give you the chance to hold anything back - you really couldn't as hard as you tried to. You couldn't handle it all. It was too much for your body. You legs started to shake with each of Jerome's thrusts.

Gripping onto his back tighter, you buried your face in the crook of his neck to stifle your cry as you came all over him without any warning. He gasped lowly as you covered him in your tight and warm wetness. Your legs were twitching and your chest heaving. He thrust his hips several more times until he couldn't hold back any more, releasing into you. A soft moan escaped your lips upon the contact, you held him close and kept your head underneath his neck, breathing heavily with him.

"Didn't know you needed it that much right now." You said under gasps still trying to calm down from your high.

"Dont think I'm done with you, doll," Jerome grinned "I just wanted to let you breathe"

[bratconnor]

Loooooook so I'm trying to write this as a fic but writing is so DIFFICULT so I'm sharing this idea with you instead since you support curly hair Connor x bearded markus

First time markus decides to "grow" a beard Connor laughs at him initially thinking it will look ridiculous. But then he actually sees it on him and 👀 oop. He needs to feel like on his skin YESTERDAY thank you. So Markus kisses him to give him what he wants but "That was lovely Markus...but when I said I wanted to feel it I didn't mean on my face"

Queue one very long session of ass eating.

EXPLICIT (18+)

"I'm thinking of growing out a beard."

Connor, who is lounging on his and Markus' bed, looks over to Markus and raises an eyebrow. "What?"

Markus is standing in front of their full-length mirror, stroking thoughtfully at his chin as he stares at his reflection. He's clad in a dark suit and looks absolutely gorgeous. "For this meeting. Not too long or anything. Just a little. Y'know, I haven't tried altering my appearance before. I feel like maybe it would make me seem more... relatable, to the humans I work with to pass android laws. I've heard a perfectly unchanging appearance can be unsettling to some of them."

Connor studies Markus' face in the mirror, admiring his scruffy and handsome stubble. He thinks its length suits Markus incredibly already, but he tries to picture Markus with a beard using his data banks and preconstructive programs. The idea makes him giggle. "I don't think it'd suit you, Markus."

Markus' gaze cuts to Connor's, making eye contact through the mirror, and he pouts. "Come on. Not even a little bit? I think it might look good."

Connor smirks at Markus, stretching languidly out on the bed like a cat. "I don't know. You might look silly. At least from the image I can gather."

Markus turns away from the mirror to face Connor and props his hands on his hips, giving him a flatly disapproving look. "I thought boyfriends were supposed to support each other."

"Of course I support you, Markus. I'm supporting you by letting you know you'd probably look silly."

Markus pouts some more for a long moment, then strides over to the bed, looming over Connor's splayed form. "Well, I guess I can trust your insight. I knew right away how cute you'd look with curls." He reaches down and runs his fingers lovingly through Connor's hair, which had been modified to curl naturally.

Connor had found that he enjoyed taking the time to style and coif himself in the morning. Markus liked to tease him sometimes for being so vain.

Connor grins up at Markus, leaning into his touch and all but purring as Markus pets him. "You might be late to that meeting if you don't leave now," he reminds, batting his eyes prettily and turning his head to fit his cheek demurely into Markus' open palm.

Markus gathers a few locks of Connor's hair and tugs on them gently. "Tease. Don't you have things to do besides laying in bed?"

"Nothing very urgent."

"Well, I'll see you when I get back this evening." Markus leans down and presses a firm kiss to Connor's lips. Connor returns the kiss, laving his tongue across Markus' lower lip. Markus pulls away and looks at Connor sternly. "You behave."

Connor smiles innocently. He reaches to grab Markus' retreating hand. "See you this evening."

---

When Markus comes back through Jericho's gates that evening, Connor has just come back from patrolling the perimeters, dressed in a coat and scarf, finishing his conversation with the patrol that's about to replace him. He catches sight of Markus striding purposefully across the foyer, his dark suit layered with his billowing trench coat. These things aren't what make Connor all but short circuit right then and there, thirium rushing to his face and pump beating erratically against his chest.

It's that Markus has grown himself a beard despite Connor's earlier teasing. And it makes him look absolutely hot. The dark hair cleanly frames his jaw and his full lips, and brings out the bright gemstone colours of his monochromatic eyes like nothing else. Paired with the suit and coat, he looks divine. Connor feels struck dumb for a long moment as Markus notices him in turn and approaches him. The closer he gets, the more something seems to build up inside of Connor.

"Good evening, sweetheart," Markus greets with a playful smile, sweeping to a stop in front of Connor, his coat falling gracefully back around his form. "How was the patrolling?"

Connor can't seem to gather his words for an unnaturally long time, before he finally stammers out, "You grew out your beard."

Markus nods and strokes at said beard, raising a brow somewhat sheepishly. "Yup. I know you thought it'd look funny, but I think it sort of suits me, no? I did get some compliments."

Connor swallows the excess cleaning fluid he hadn't realized had been pooling in his mouth. "Ah- Hm. You look. Um."

Markus inclines his head ever so slightly, amused. "Do you like it?" Connor licks his lips carefully and suddenly he's hyper aware of their proximity, of Markus' slight height advantage and how he has to peer a little bit upwards to make eye contact. He's hyper aware of the way Markus' outfit compliments his broad shoulders and his pretty face.

"Yes, I... I stand corrected," Connor manages, unsure what his own face is doing but knowing it must be silly. His cheeks feel hot. "You look really good, actually. Very handsome."

Markus grins. "Thank you. And look at you dressed for the weather," he reaches out, catching the ends of Connor's scarf and tugging on them, drawing Connor even closer. "You always look so cute in this." Oh rA9.

Connor doesn't really think much before he reaches up and strokes his fingers across Markus' jaw, the rough prickliness of it sending pleasant shivers across his skin. It's so much more noticeable than before. He wants to feel it scraping across his cheeks as Markus kisses him. He wants to feel it scraping against all the places that Markus likes to kiss him.

Markus breaks Connor out of his stupor by grabbing him by the wrist and tugging his hand gently back down. "I need to report back to the others for a bit. I'll meet you back in our room soon, alright?"

Connor nods and steps reluctantly away from Markus, suddenly very shy about how public of a place they're in. Androids are looking at them. "Yeah. See you soon." He leaves for their room straight away, forcing himself not to keep glancing at Markus over his shoulder but feeling Markus' gaze on his back the whole time.

---

As soon as Markus has taken his coat off and deposited it on the hook by their bedroom door, a waiting Connor leaps into his arms and kisses him hard. Markus makes a startled noise in his throat, and then his hands are gripping at Connor's waist, partially to keep his balance and partially to return the affection.

Connor pulls away and gazes at Markus from inches away, doe eyes half lidded and lips parted and glossy. "Kiss me more, Markus," he murmurs, voice raspy. "I want to feel it all over me."

Markus blinks dazedly, running his splayed hands across Connor's waist and pressing them to the small of his back, keeping them pressed together. Well, this had sure escalated quickly. "You really like the beard, huh?"

Connor wraps his arms around Markus' neck and leans in, rubbing his cheek against Markus'. "You're so sexy. And it feels so good on my skin." He presses his lips to Markus' ear, tongue brushing the shell as he rasps out, causing Markus to shiver, "Please, Markus, I need it... Kiss me all over."

It doesn't take much convincing after that for Markus to rid them both of their shirts and have Connor on his back on their bed, Markus laying between his splayed thighs, chest to chest and crotch to crotch as they kiss deep and wet and aggressive. Markus grinds himself down against Connor rhythmically, and Connor arches up against him in return, whining and gasping into Markus' mouth as Markus steadily tongue-fucks Connor's.

Markus' beard is scratching at Connor's cheeks and jaw, and it feels so fucking good combined with the soft wet warmth of Markus' lips and tongue, a juxtaposition of pleasure that leaves Connor somehow dizzy, heady with his need for more. He can't stop running his hands across Markus' beard, torn between that and running them desperately across Markus' shoulders and biceps.

At some point Markus breaks away from Connor's mouth- rather, Connor finally allows him to- and drags his bearded jaw across Connor's as he moves to suck at a sensitive spot behind Connor's ear. He parts his lips and drags his tongue down Connor's neck, kissing across his clavicle back to the center of his chest, prickly sensation following the soft heat everywhere it goes and driving Connor wild. Connor clings weakly to Markus' shoulders as Markus kisses and sucks his way down Connor's chest, massaging his tongue across Connor's pink nipples each in turn, pressing down hard as he swipes firmly back and forth then scratches his beard across the sensitive buds while switching between one and the other. He holds Connor in place as Connor writhes and pants at the feeling, gazes up at Connor's sweet face the whole time from beneath dark lashes.

"Markus," Connor suddenly whines, and Markus hums curiously without stopping. "Nhh- everywhere, Markus, please- hn..." Connor scratches his nails gently across Markus' scalp, gazing back down at Markus with a dopey expression. His cheeks are a lovely baby blue, and his hair is starting to fall in soft curls across his forehead. He seems a little shy, and Markus realizes then what Connor is asking for. It's one of their favourite activities to do in bed.

Without pausing, Markus sucks and licks his way down Connor's stomach, delving his tongue teasingly into Connor's navel as he passes over it and making Connor jolt, before pulling away to undo Connor's pants and tug them off.

Markus doesn't think he'll ever get over the image of Connor naked and spread out beneath him with a flushed face and needy eyes. This was the same android who had been programmed to ruthlessly hunt androids, to hunt Markus, now giving his body to Markus willingly and lovingly.

It sets Markus' insides on fire, and he clasps Connor under his creamy thighs, shoving them up and flush against Connor's chest, bending him double. Connor yelps and his hands fly up to either side of his head, fisting in the sheets beneath him. He bites his lip and his lashes shiver with the utterly adoring look he levels at Markus, who settles himself comfortably between Connor's legs, holding Connor in place with his knees against his shoulders, exposed to a completely filthy degree.

Connor's pretty cock is flushed dark and leaking against his stomach, ass taught enough for the soft round cheeks to be parted and exposing his asshole, as pink as his nipples and as glossy as his kiss-stained lips with self-lubricant, some of which has dripped own between his cheeks in a damp trail ending with a dark spot on the bedsheets. Markus releases a low, gravelly groan and happily settles in for a long night of this view.

Delicately, Markus kisses down a trembling thigh, the limb jumping with Connor's sensitivity and anticipation as Markus' mouth slowly and gently descends, scruff tickling around it. Connor feels rubbed raw all over his face and chest, and the untouched skin of his thighs seem extra sensitive as a result, ratcheting up Connor's desperation as Markus' lips draw closer to his most sensitive, helplessly exposed areas. Then Markus licks between Connor's cheeks, following the slick trail of lube up to Connor's hole and swiping across it vigorously, tongue pressed flat. He continues firmly stroking his tongue against Connor's furled little entrance, then closing his lips around it and sucking in even pulses, delving his tongue inside between each suck, steadily pushing deeper until he's massaging at the silky sensitive skin inside of Connor. His bearded cheeks brush and rub constantly against the inside of Connor's thighs and between his asscheeks.

Markus keeps at this for a while, and Connor slowly turns into a pile of limp android limbs, messy with drool, self-lubricant, and pre-cum, flushed blue from his ears to his chest as he gazes off into some distance with glazed and unfocused optics, tongue lolling as he pants soft and open-mouthed. Each time Markus' tongue brushes at his oh-so sensitized insides, he mewls and rolls his hips down against Markus' face, smothering him with his ass, though he hasn't got the brainpower to even realize it anymore and Markus loves it besides.

Markus eats Connor out for a long time, and at some point Connor has flailed a hand down to clasp over one of Markus', synthskin melted away as he holds on for dear life, though there's almost no strength in his grip. Markus has removed his in return, and they share hazily and dreamlike in each other's pleasure, their connection loose and lax.

At some point Markus feels Connor's slow and lazy climb towards orgasm, and steadily renews his vigor, feeling Connor building up quicker, keening whines leaving him with every heated exhale until he goes over the edge with a drawn out, groaning whine, shuddering almost violently as he cums in long pulses across his own chest and stomach, completely untouched.

When Markus manages to pull his face out from between Connor's thighs, his beard is soaking wet, and there's beard rash on every inch of skin around Connor's asshole. As Markus looks up, there's more on the inside of his thighs, across his chest, and around his mouth. Connor looks absolutely wrecked. His hair is a mess of curls and drool stains a trail down his cheek, chest covered in his own spend. Markus climbs back up the bed until he's hovering over Connor, leaning in to kiss him softly on his lips.

"What about you?" Connor asks when Markus pulls away, seeming to be coming out of his post-orgasm stupor.

Markus smiles. "It's alright."

"No, please." Connor flips himself over onto his stomach, cheek pressed to the bed as he looks at Markus over his shoulder, sweet and beseeching. "I want you to fuck me now."

Sweet rA9, Markus is going to die.

[darling-i-read-it]

General Kenobi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, curse words I think, age gap (reader is legal)

Author’s Note: Hello there, I just started writing this and then it kept going and I just kept writing so here is this long af story that I literally just went crazy for 2 thousand and 4 hundred words but its what you deserve. This is also the first thing I wrote in 2020, I love that.

Requested: by @daphne-fandom-writing ,My dear friend (that I've met not a week ago) hello (there). You know I adore your writing. I also think you do age gaps better than I ever could. So I'm gonna request an Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader age gap smut if you're up for it😇

Summary: the request

Genre: smut, fluff at the end

Song:

(not my gif)

Beside the point that Obi-Wan wasn’t supposed to have romantic feelings for anyone, he was surely not supposed to have romantic feelings for his padawans friend who was quite a few years his junior. Alas however, that was what his heart now desired and every time you came around to see Anakin his heart stopped for a moment.

You were intelligent and if he was saying so, more compatible with him than Anakin was. He found you were always on the same wavelength about things, Jedi training wise along with just random stuff that came up in conversation. You were still a Jedi in training and he promised himself he would do nothing to sabotage your dreams of climbing up the ranks.

Still though, he couldn’t deny his feelings for you. Well he could but it was getting harder by the day. The more he saw you the more difficult it got.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’ve asked Y/N to join us today Master, her teacher is out on a mission that she couldn’t come to,” Anakin said as they stood in the elevator going down to the training rooms. Obi-Wan nearly choked on his saliva. It took him a moment to answer his padawan.

“That's fine,” was all he managed out.

Anakin was well aware of his Masters growing feelings for you and because he was so inthralld in Padme he figured it might be good for Obi-Wan. Not to mention he was also able to catch the way that you looked at him. You were both so intensely into each other sometimes Anakin felt like he was being inappropriate when he was in the room with you two.

The tension was unbearable. He hoped he wasn’t so obvious with Padme.

The two of them walked down the hall to the regular large room they trained at. You sat on one of the training mats, messing with your lightsaber, watching the blue move back and forth in front of you. At the sight of the two boys you stopped, smiling and putting your lightsaber down.

“Anakin!” you said, walking over and giving him a brief hug. It the best way to have an excuse to touch Obi-Wan if you hugged Anakin first.

“Obi-Wan, thank you so much for allowing me to join you today,” you said with a small smile and gave him a brief hug. Anakin rolled his eyes at his Masters flustered ways when he hugged you back.

“Of course, it's always a pleasure to have someone who listens to me at these sessions,” he joked, a charming smile on his face. Anakin moved across the room to the other side and sat on one of the mats while the two of you flirted for a moment.

The session went on for a long while of Obi-Wan just showing you and Anakin the few movements that you needed fixing in your stance and then you practiced together. You beat Anakin more times than he beat you but he was also tired and you were also trying to show off. There was a mutual agreement there that went unspoken.

“Anakin you need to plant your feet before making that swing, it opens your side for an attack,” Obi-Wan told him sternly. You stood back and put your lightsaber in the hilt, seeing from the clock that the session was to be over soon.

“Well than you fight her Master,” Anakin huffed, tired of having to be in the middle of the tension but also hoping it was the day the two of you would get together. A blush formed on Obi-Wan's face that was subtle but there.

“That's hardly appro-”

“Oh come on Obi-Wan. Don’t think you can handle it old man?” you teased and he raised an eyebrow. He knew you were trying to agitate him and it was working well. Anakin smiled at your words and moved off the mat.

“Well if you say it like that.” Obi-Wan brought out his lightsaber and the blue light rivaled your own, the soft hum able to over take your light nervous breathing.

“Don’t go easy on me sweetheart,” you teased. A charming smirk came over his face and he pounced where you deflected, on the defensive immediately. Anakin put his head in his palm as he sat on the floor, watching the two of you. You both moved with an easy grace against one another. Your lightsabers caught each other in front of you and you tried not to look at him through the blue glow in front of you two. Eventually you raised your arm, catching him in a weak spot while he looked at your face. You both stumbled away from one another, shaken by the force behind one anothers blow.

“It's a draw. I have to go meet a Senator,” Anakin said, standing. You didn’t look at him, instead at your lightsaber in your hand that you had closed but was still slightly shaking from the force you and Obi-Wan had been fighting out.

“You’re very skillful Y/N,” Obi-Wan said, practically ignoring his own padawan as Anakin left the room. You chuckled and met his eyes.

“You aren’t all bad either General Kenobi.” Your voice drawled out unintentionally but seeing his eyebrow raise at you calling him General made you glad you did. You walked closer to him, boots hitting the floor lightly. You had never been alone in the room with him before.

“Just Obi-Wan is fine,” he said smoothly, practically fully masking his feelings at you being so close to him in a room alone. Boldly, you stepped forward again grabbing his lightsaber from the hilt on his hip. Your fingers brushed his side and while both of you pretending not to notice it was obvious you both felt it.

“I have a book that I was wondering if you could take back to the council for me. I’m busy this afternoon and I understand you have a meeting?” He nodded and took his lightsaber back from you. You whined a bit unintentionally.

“Of course. Do you have it with you?”

“It's back in my chambers. It will only be a minute I promise.” You stepped back and toward the door opening. He nodded, following you out. You walked side by side to your room.

When you got there and the door shut behind the two of you, you grabbed the book off of your nightstand and stared at it, unable to give it to him for a moment. He watched the gears turning in your head.

“What is it?” he asked, stepping forward and placing a hand on your arm. You turn your head to look at him, smiling a bit.

“I know Jedi aren’t supposed to have feelings for others but I’m a little distraught about that rule,” you say as though it was a joke but he could hear the seriousness in your voice. His heart dropped a bit, selfishly hoping you were talking about him but sure you were talking about Anakin,

“It's a hard rule to live by.” You hesitated.

“Have you ever ...had feelings for another Jedi?” He let go of your arm and tried to look natural.

“Yes,” he breathed. Your eyes widened and your heart strings tugged.

“Who?” you whispered. He shook his head but was unable to back away from you.

“I shouldn’t-”

“Obi-Wan please.” Your voice sounded so mature in that moment as you pleaded with him. Like you had grown so tired after years of living.

“You.” His voice was barely audible but you caught it because you were looking for it. He waited a moment to hear your rejection and when it didn’t come he was going to speak again but you were setting the book down on your nightstand. He opened his mouth to ask what you were doing but your lips crashed onto his and he promptly closed them, gripping your sides to steady the both of you.

You shoved him onto the bed with a hard force and he didn’t have time to make a snarky comment before your lips were back on his. You sat on top of him, hands running through his hair as you kissed him roughly. You pulled away to look at him and make sure he was alright, that you weren’t doing anything he didn’t want.

“Oh don’t stop now,” he muttered with a snarky smile. You rolled your eyes and worked on his complicated outfit and getting it off, desperate to find more skin. If you didn’t have one just like it would have taken forever.

You laughed a little as he grabbed your own robes and you were both frustrated in getting one another's clothes off.

“This is the reason Jedi shouldn’t have sex, these damn robes,” you joked and he sat up, you still sitting on top of him. He finally made a breakthrough and your were naked other than your bra and underwear. He undid your hairdo just by kissing you again and roaming his hands through your hair. You finally kicked his clothes off as well as he kissed you.

Feeling your hands on his body made him feel a fierce urgency he had never felt before. A sense of need, needing to be in you, needing to be one with you. Your lips moved down his neck and he undid your bra through a moan while you grind your hips against his crotch.

He was done waiting. He had waited so long for this moment, for sure nothing was going to happen. But here you were, on top of him, your lips leaving sloppy kisses on his bare skin. He would have thrown out his lightsaber and his Jedi status if it meant you would never stop.

“I need you General Kenobi,” you muttered as you pulled away from his neck. He made a noise that sounded like a moan just at your words.

“What are you doing to me,” he whispered and you smiled, pulling off him and sliding off your last bit of clothes. He shrugged off his as well and you connected your lips to his again hungrily. He took his hand and lined himself up with you and you slowly sat down on him. You gasped in unison to the feeling and you clung to each other, your hands gripped his built shoulders and his hands on yours lips, nails digging into your skin.

“Y/N,” he muttered and you nodded, moving up and down, creating a pace. You moved a hand up to move his hair out of his face and stared at him as you moved, him staring right back. You kissed him again briefly and then stuck your head in the crook of his neck. Neither of you lasted very long and you came together, shaking against one another.

After a moment you pulled off him and you both collapsed on the bed beside each other. He threw an arm around you and snuggled closer to him, despite both of you being sweaty and tired from training and sex.

You put an arm around his stomach and traced lines into his chest with your finger. There was a moment of content silence as you came down and processed what just happened.

“Should we have done that?” he whispered. You laughed lowly and looked up at him.

“Well we can’t take it back now.” He shrugged.

“I liked it. Very much,” he said chuckling. You laughed a bit too, finger going up to his chin and then back down to his chest.

“I like you very much.” He smiled dreamily.

“You don’t care I’m...older than you?” You rolled your eyes.

“Sweetheart that is the least of our problems,” you said with a smile. He nodded, understanding. He seemed calmer now that he knew how you felt. Now that he had you in his arms.

“We can make it work.”

“Oh yes we can.” You sat up, looking down at him. He propped himself up with his elbow. “And you know what, I may be training with you and Anakin more. My Master is supposed to be gone for a few months. Very important mission.” He looked at you for a moment and then you smiled sneakily. “You did that. Oh my Maker, you sent her on a mission!” you said laughing. He shrugged.

“I didn’t know we would end up here but in hindsight I sure hoped we would.” You got up and grabbed his robe, putting it over your bare body. It was big on you, the sleeves falling over your fingers.

“You have a council meeting and I will be here when you return. I’ve stolen your robe so you have to come back.” You threw him his other clothes and he started to put them back on.

“I would have come back either way. You’re officially stuck to my side.” You smiled and handed him your book.

“Oh darn what am I gonna do?” you teased. He kissed you softly when he was fully clothed and you melted into his lips, cursing when he pulled away.

“I’ll see you later,” he whispered dreamily.

“Later General Kenobi.” He gave you a look and then the door clicked behind him. He walked down the hall a ways and didn’t even notice when he ran into Anakin. His padawan held up his hands to steady Obi-Wan.

“Focus on your surroundings Master,” he joked as Obi-Wan regained his composure.

“Thank you Anakin,” he said snarkily. Anakin was about to walk away when he caught a mark on his Masters neck that made him pause. He lifted up his hand and touched it, making Obi-Wan pull away, annoyed.

“Maker, you and Y/N-”

“Anakin Skywalker I will-”

“Well at least cover it. Where's your robe?” Obi-Wan didn’t meet Anakin's eyes, cursing himself for being so sloppy. He had just been so caught up in the moment. Anakin laughed, taking off his robe and handing it to Obi-Wan who took it with a sour look.

“Thank you,” he stammered. Anakin smiled.

“Anytime.”